Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2007 08:36:57 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 3 (gay/ adult youth, b/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2007 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mer. Martin's Store 3 The Bottle By Wolf From the time Mr. Martin introduced Stephen to sex he became addicted to masturbation. He would jack-off every chance he got. He would pull on his dick until he would have a dry climax. At times he would do it repeatedly until his cock would swell up and stay hard for days at a time. It would be painful to touch but he would continue to masturbate just the same. Shortly after Mr. Martin started playing with his asshole he started fantasizing about having things in his butt hole. He began to experiment with objects to insert in his hole while he masturbated. He felt a urge deep inside his body to fill his butt hole with something. One day while he was tinkering around in the garage pantry he came across a bag of empty bottles. There was an old Coca Cola bottle that caught his eye. The bottle must have dated back to the days when the railroad was the king of transportation. It was an empty 6 ounce bottle. The more he stared at the slender neck of the bottle the more he had fantasies about pulling that thing into his butt hole. He washed the bottle to make sure that it was clean inside and out. The more he ran his hand over the neck the more he desired to see how much of it he could stick into his hole. He stored it in a safe place. Both of his parents worked so he had two or three hours a day to be alone before either of them would get home. The next day when he got home from school he retrieved his bottle and proceeded to take all of his clothes off. He stuck the bottle into his mouth to cover it in saliva. Then he lay on the floor on his back. He pulled knees up until his knees were pressed against his chest. He took the bottle in his right hand and tried to insert it into his butt hole. Just trying to do that caused his little pecker to be rock hard. He was thinking about Mr. Martin's fingers and his cock in his butt. The glass bottle was too dry. The more he pressed on the bottom of the bottle the more it hurt. Stephen placed the bottle on the floor and went into the kitchen to look for something to grease up the bottle neck. When he looked in the refrigerator he found the butter try in the door and figured that might work. He returned to his room the butter had warmed up enough to be a little soft. He smeared some of the butter all over the neck of the bottle. Doing that got his fingers coated with butter. He stuck his fingers up his own butt hole to grease the inside. After returning to his relining position he put the neck of the bottle against the opening of his hole and reached for the bottom of the bottle. When he pressed against the bottom he felt the opening spread to accommodate the neck. It felt good and his dick got hard again. He would push it in and then let it slip almost all of the way out before shoving it back in. He would masturbate with one hand while pressing the bottom of the bottle with the other. He wondered how much of the bottle he could stick into his ass. He got up and placed the bottle on the floor. He straddled the bottle on his knees and adjusted the bottle's location until it was under his asshole. He lowered his butt until the neck of the bottle entered his ass. He held onto his dick with one hand while he sank down onto the bottle neck until it hurt. He wondered how much of the neck he had inside of him. It felt like a lot but when he lifted up he could tell by the ring of butter around the neck. He felt that he would never get past the first bulge in the bottle let alone get the hourglass shaped bottle into his ass. Mr. Martin's dick was bigger around than the neck of the bottle but his cock could compress. The bottle would not compress at all. This time he gritted his teeth and settle down on the neck of the bottle. The pain made him feel very sexy too. When he checked the ring of butter he saw that he had managed to get farther down on the neck. There was a strange feeling of pleasure and pain at the same time. It felt like the bottle was tearing the skin in his butt. When his asshole slipped past the first bulge on the bottle there was a decrease in the amount of pain. He was becoming addicted to the feeling. It came as a surprise to Stephen that while he was busy pressing down on the bottle more and more the pain was becoming so intense that he forgot about his cock. He was using one hand on the floor to balance himself and he was holding the bottle with the other. Without thinking about what was happening he had a dry climax without even touching his dick. He was shaking and almost lost control. He slipped down on the bottle until he reached the second flared portion of the bottle. He lifted up quickly and the bottle fell out of his butt. Stephen felt sure that in the future he would be able to stick the entire bottle into his ass. He knew better than leave the bottle lying around with the evidence of butter and smell of his asshole on it. He washed it again and hid it away. The after glow reminded him of what it had felt like when Mr. Martin had fucked him. He had to stop by the next day to tell Mr. Martin all about what he had done. Mr. Martin had to inspect his asshole in the basement right away. The sphincter was still inflamed but when Mr. Martin inserted a couple of fingers they slipped right in. Mr. Martin licked his asshole while jacking off the boy. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com