Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:03:11 -0400 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Old Las Vegas (gay\adult youth, oral, anal, m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a teenager 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 distasteful 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 2009 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Old Las Vegas By Wolf Las Vegas still is called Sin City but the City has been infused with a large number of Latter Day Saints. While many Cities in Nevada have legalized prostitution, Vegas actually had laws prohibiting prostitution. That does not mean there is none going on. It does give the police grounds for cleaning the streets to impress the moral right wing. Over the years there has been a concerted effort to clean up the unsavory parts of town. Twenty years ago the older part of town on the east side was a lot raunchier. The farther east you traveled on Fremont Street from Las Vegas Boulevard the seedier it got. Fremont had been the gambling district before Buggy Segal built the Flamingo a couple of miles south of town on Las Vegas Blvd. By that time The Frontier and Golden Nugget had seen better days. As you traveled east the motels became cheaper. The street was lined with pawn shops, liquor stores and adult entertainment from cheap strip joints to adult book stories. I brought that up because as a teenager growing up on the edge of town I knew that I was attracted to men rather than women. I had seen the showgirls in the grocery stores and found them repulsive. They always had on too much makeup. Their breast implants and face lifts made them look like plastic dolls. They reeked of perfume that could not mask the smell of their stinking crotches. Being a healthy boy as soon as I reached puberty I had a natural desire to play with my dick constantly, but I fantasized about males I knew. Older boys in the neighborhood or relatives were the objects of my desires. I had learned that guys that were too obvious about their homosexual desires were ostracized brutally. I kept my desires to myself as a result. Then I heard that the adult book stores had video booth in the back that had a wide variety of porn. I found out they even had gay videos. There was no charge to enter the stores. Minors were not supposed to pass through the swinging door to the back room where the most explicit porn was on display and the video booths were lined up in rows. In addition to the rows of video machines were racks of magazines and VHS videos for sale. That was where I got my first look at a HUNG magazine at the age of 15. I could not believe who hard my dick got in my jeans while looking at the pictures of men suck cock and getting fucked in the ass. I learned that Friday nights were the best times to be there. It was crowded and the clerk was less likely to notice me. I could ride my bike their or run there. Because of the heat I would normally dress lightly in running shorts and a baggy T-shirt or what was called a wife-beater undershirt (sleeveless ribbed undershirt that was popular in the gangster movies in the thirties). I was always sweaty as much from doing something forbidden as from the physical effort to get there. I hung out around the store until the clerks got to know me and didn't challenge me when I slipped through the swinging door. The first time I entered the back room I was very nervous. I glanced at all of the pictures on the wall next to each door depicted the videos on the machine. My heart was pounding at the prospect of seeing something forbidden or being chased out. In the back of the room I found several booths that were more or less hidden away. The pictures possessed a lot more gay pictures. Some of the men back there were not happy about seeing me in there. I noticed several men waiting next to booths. I assumed they were waiting their turn to use a booth. In time I noticed that doors were left open and the men at the door were either jacking off or the man inside was reaching out to jack them off while they watched a video. I found a booth in back and slipped in. I read the sign on the wall that proclaimed that the door was to be locked and only one patron in a booth at a time. I was nervous about leaving the door open, so I closed the bolt. I saw the instructions calling for a quarter to be inserted in the slot that deposited the coin in a box that the store clerk had access to from the outside with a key. The video machines operated on quarters. In those days you could sit in a booth for two hours for a couple of dollars worth of quarters. I inserted a quarter and flipped through the 6 to 8 video stories on the machine until I found one that caught my eye. The video that caught my eye was a story about a man that looked like a young businessman with horn rimmed glasses. It looked like he was asleep until the bus reached the end of the line. When he got off of the bus he looked lost. It was dark when he approached a group of four black men. When he asked for directions the men mocked him, with statements that a Casper like him had no business in the hood. They pulled him into and ally where they stripped him of his clothes. The four black men took off their clothes to show off their rock hard bodies and long cocks. Two held his arms while the other one of them made him suck a black cock and the forth one stuck his big cock up that white ass. I watched the complete movie while rubbing my cock. I actually came in my shorts. After I had become a regular in the back room, the clerks only winked at me. They did alert me if they knew a plainclothes cop was hanging around. When I got the message I would stay in front looking at comics until the cop left. I had to ask them how they knew who they were. They chuckled. They always send in new rookies that look too clean and sometimes they come in pairs while an older cop's teaches the rookies the way around. Besides you can spot a hideout gun. You can even spot a badge on a belt under a loose shirt. After that I could spot one whenever I entered the store. When I got bolder I started leaving the door unlocked. Some men would open the door and apologies. They never failed to give my cock a look while I was jacking off. Some would stand there and pull out their cocks and jack off for me. One night a guy actually stood there until he squirted cum all over my shoulder and chin. I was hooked. I would invite men into my booth. The floors were so sticky with cum they didn't dare kneel on the floor. But they would squat down, so I could watch the videos, while they sucked my cock. At other times I would enter a man's booth that I thought was attractive and squat down and suck their cock for them. I did learn to enjoy swallowing cum. I discovered that a lot of the booths had glory holes. I could suck cocks without ever seeing what the men looked like. One evening after sucking a guy's cock, I was heading home when a man pulled up to the curb. I was impressed with his car. It was a classic red 1957 Thunderbird. He lowered the electronic window on the passenger side and asked me if I would like a lift. I gave him a good look. He looked good to me, so I got in his car. As he pulled away from the curb he asked me, "Are you in a hurry?" I said, "I'm in no hurry to get anywhere." I could make out the smile on his face by the oncoming headlights of cars. He placed his big hand on my bare thigh. I didn't stop him as his hand slid up my inner thigh towards the large opening of my shorts. By the time his hand was resting on my naked cock, it was as hard as it had ever been. The man not only pulled my dick out, he started jacking me off slowly. He headed his car out of town until he came to one of those low slung ranch houses with the almost flat roofs so popular in the area at the time. He pulled the car directly into the attached garage with a remote garage door opener. The door was closing behind us as we got out of the car. We entered the house through a half bath. He led me right to a bedroom, where he showed me his collection of magazines and videos. He put on one that really got me excited. It was a video of boys totally naked in the company of a bunch of older men that were fat and hairy. The boys were giggling while that jacked off the old men and sucked their cocks. Some of the boys straddled the bellies of the old men so the men could suck their little hairless cocks. Eventually the men greased up the boys butts and fucked them. Some looked like they enjoyed the action while others looked like they were in pain. My host told me, "The one crying were virgins! Don't they look cute?" I was so excited that pre-cum was seeping through my shorts. He saw it and asked, "Do you want to let me fuck you?" I swallowed and said, "I think so. Will it hurt me that much?" He said, "It depends on you. The best way to learn to fuck is to make like you are taking a big dump. The minute you try to close your sphincter it will hurt like hell." He said the first time you might want to sit on my cock. He had removed his clothes and laid on the floor with his head propped up against the couch. I pulled off my shorts, and straddled his hips facing him. I reached down and started jacking him off until he was hard and pre-cum was leaking out of his cock. The man had some greasy stuff he smeared all over his cock. When he removed his hand I guided the knob towards my asshole. I did as he suggested and pretended I was shitting as I lowered my butt down on the shaft. At first I felt my sphincter clamp shut and it felt like I was sitting on a red hot shaft of steel. I lifted up and then tried again. I was sweating all over as the cock disappeared up my ass. I was bent over watching as I eventually was sitting on his hairy crotch. I started bouncing up and down. I actually squirted my own cum all over the man from belly button to face. He wiped it up and licked his fingers before he came in my ass. When I lifted up to clear his cock, his cum flowed all over his crotch. I reached under my ass and found that my asshole was gapping open. I was afraid it would stay like that forever. He assured me that it would relax soon enough. I just had to suck his cock clean. I cuddled up in his arms to rest while we watched more sexy videos. When I got another boner he allowed me to fuck him. He reclined on the floor and pulled his legs up and pulled them up until his butt was fully exposed to my sight. When I reached for the grease he chuckled, "Baby, my ass has been fucked so many times you might need a lifeguard" When my dick slid into his ass he pulled my head down and kissed me while I fucked him. It was a thrill to actually be fucking the hairy ass of a man old enough to be my father. I came in his ass quickly. He asked me if I had to get home soon. I assure him I had all night. That was when he pulled a leather covered footstool and draped me over it face down. He checked how greasy I was before he added some grease to my asshole. This time when he entered my ass I relaxed and let it slide in. I was looking at the video at a sweet looking younger blond boy was chucking as a man was stuffing a fat cock up his ass as the man buried his dick in my ass. It felt like I was that boy in the video as the man fucked me. It took a long time for him to cum, but I also felt my own cock discharge a few drops on the leather. I felt exhausted. I lay there for a long time. I had to be helped up as we headed for his bathroom. At least he had a tub large enough for the both of us. He took great pains to clean me thoroughly. When we were dressed he drove me home. A new world had been opened to me. I had a new place to go and enjoy a sex beyond my wildest dreams. I was treated to boat rides on Lake Mead with other men that were just as lustful and my benefactor. 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