Date: Mon, 04 Apr 2011 19:36:49 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Old Man Taught Me (gay/adult youth, oral, anal. b/M)

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                          Old Man Taught Me
                                By
                               Wolf

	On the south side of Chicago during the 1970's there was a change
in the demographics.  Many single families were moving out of the area.
The neighbourhood was becoming more segregated by race.  There were a
few families like mine that couldn't afford to move farther out in the
suburbs and older couples that stubbornly refused to relocate.

	I was an 80 pound, four-foot tall, 11-years-old blond headed kid
with brown eyes, named Timothy.  There were very few children in my
neighbourhood to play with, and as a result I was pretty much a loner I
had very few friends outside of school.

	When I wanted to go to the store or the movies I had to walk
several blocks.  I always had to pass the home of an older man who I
often saw working in his yard.  He often engaged me in conversation.  His
name was Neal, and he was over 60-years-old, a gray haired, chubby old
man not much taller than five-feet tall and 180-pounds.  Over time I got
to know him pretty well.  I enjoyed visiting with him.

	He often asked me to stop by for a visit.  It was summer vacation
and I had a lot of time on my hands.  One time he asked me if I would
help him move some boxes.  I said okay right away without question.  He
led me around the house to the old single car garage with one of those
heavy old wooden tilt up garage doors.  It was heavy, because the springs
were old and weak.  We started moving the old pasteboard boxes around.
It was hot and sweaty near the ceiling of the garage.  After moving few
boxes, Neal offered me a cigarette.  I felt like it was a cool offer on his
part.  It was as if he looked upon me as an adult.  I was happy to sit down
on one of the boxes and join him in a smoke, even though I had never
smoked before.

	There was a comical moment when I coughed, because I had never
smoked a cigarette before.  He patted me on the back.  While that was
taking place the old masking tape holding one of the boxes failed.  The
top opened enough so that I could see the top magazine in the box.  It
really caught my eye.  It was a picture of a naked, big busted, dark haired
woman sticking a big black rubber thing that looked like a cock into her
big paping pussy.  Neal saw what I was staring at, and pulled out a stack
of magazines.  He allowed me to look through the pages.  I got a boner
looking at the pictures of women sucking cocks, and getting fucked by
men.  He asked me if I played with my penis yet, and did I get boners
too.

	Like I said, I was only 11-years-old, but I got boners all of the
time, sometimes at embarrassing times.  I got a boner at school one time
while a friend of mine was making out with his girlfriend.  The other boy
and girls standing around them noticed and made fun of me getting a
hard-on while watching them making out.  At my age I still didn't have
any pubic hair, but I was jacking off several times a day, even though I
could not make any cum yet.

	Neal assured me that it was normal for boys to get boners and jack
off.  He assured me that I could visit him anytime I wanted.  I could look
at his pornographic magazines and photographs all I wanted.  He told me
he would even give me some, but if my parents found them he would get
in trouble.  It was just better if I looked at them at his house.  I started
visiting every day after that.

	I learned how to smoke properly.  He made sure I cleaned my
mouth and sprayed my clothes with a deodorant before I went home, so I
wouldn't smell like cigarettes.  I doubt that my parents would have
noticed, because they both smoked.  While I smoked and looked at the
dirty pictures, Neal asked me if he could see what my dick looked like.  I
eventually unzipped my pants, and took down my pants along with my
underwear, but he complained that my baggy shirt got in the way, so I
pulled the shirt over my head.  He asked me to stand in front of him so he
could look at me.  He asked me to come with him to his bedroom because
he had some very special pictures in there.

	I had to step out of my pants to follow him to the bedroom.  I felt
very vulnerable walking around his house in only my shoes and socks.  It
did excite me the way he placed his hand on my butt as he directed me to
the bedroom.  In his room he had me sit on the bed while he retrieved a
box of photographs.  I was amazed to see pictures of men having sex with
boys not even as old as me.  The boys were jacking off the men, and
sucking their cocks.  When I got down to pictures of men fucking the
assholes of these boys I was amazed.  I also had a boner standing out in
front of my body further than it ever had before.

	Neal had me lay on my back on top of his bed, while I studied the
nasty pictures, and he took hold of my little cock with his thumb and
finger, and began jacking me off.  He smeared my dick with Vaseline to
make it slippery while he jacked me off.  His hand and fingers felt very
warm.  "WOW" was that fun.  The feeling was exciting, but nothing like
the feeling when he took my cock into his mouth.  I was in heaven,
feeling his mouth going up and down the shaft of my little dick.  It didn't
take long before I experienced a dry cum.

	I was back at his place bright and early the next day.  We retired to
his room and we both removed our clothes.  I checked out what Neal
looked like naked.  He was a round bellied man with greying hair
covering his body.  I noticed that his cock was not much longer than my
own, but it was much thicker and his balls looked like one big softball
wedged between his thick thighs.  When he asked me to suck his cock I
sat on his bed as he stood in front of me.  His belly was resting on top of
my head while I sucked his cock.  While I was sucking he was telling me
that his cum would be good for me.  He told me that it would help me
grow pubic hair above my cock.  He warned me he was about to cum and
pulled his cock out of my mouth so that just the mushroom was in my
mouth when he squirted his warm cum into my mouth.  There was not
much taste as I swallowed his cum.  I wiped my mouth with the back of
my hand afterwards.  That became our normal sexual activity for awhile.
I suspect he was waiting to be sure that I wasn't going to tell anyone
about what we were doing.

	I soon learned to open the back of my throat to allow him to sick
his mushroom into my throat while he came.  It was hard to breathe while
he was cumming.  Sometimes I would be blowing cum bubbles out of my
nose after he came.  Cock sucking became our favourite pastime.  Summer
was almost over before he started sticking a greasy finger up my ass while
he sucked my cock.  It was while he was doing that when I produced my
first pre-cum.  I licked it from the head of my dick.  My twelfth birthday
gift from Neal was my first ass fucking.

	It hurt like hell the first time he stuck his Vaseline covered cock up
my ass.  No matter how much it hurt I was not going to beg him to stop.
After all he had plenty of pictures of boys younger than me being fucked
my men with much bigger cocks. Just the same it was good that he didn't
have neighbours close by, because my screaming would have drawn
unwanted attention.  Neal did start stuffing his dirty underwear in my
mouth to muffle the noise.  When he would pull back on each stroke it
did feel good, only to hurt when he thrust in again.  I loved the lingering,
and throbbing feeling when he withdrew his cock from my ass.  By the
date of my birthday I had started growing sandy coloured pubic hair
above my cock and under my arms.  My cock was growing too.  It
developed a definite curve to the left because of the way I jacked off.

	In time I even introduced Neal to my parents, so that they would
feel comfortable about me spending so much time visiting him.  I figure
that I was visiting him at least twice a week for the next two years.
Whenever we were together we sucked cocks and he fucked my ass.
When I entered high school he announced that he was moving away.  I
was broken hearted.  Where was I going to find another man that would
love me the way Neal did.

	I couldn't jack off enough after he moved away.  One day I was
bored in class and asked to be excused to use the bathroom.  GAWD the
sound of my leather soled shoes made so much noise as I walked down
the hall.  The sound echoed off of the tiled floors and metal lockers lining
the walls.  As soon as I was behind the metal door of the toilet stall I
dropped my pants and sat down to jack off.  I was pounding away when
I heard the bathroom door open.

	I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.  I stopped jacking off,
not wanting to give away what I was doing.  I saw the wingtip shoes of
an adult under the door.  I held my breath as long as I could.  Suddenly
the door was forced open.  It was the vice-principal.  He stood there like a
Marine drill instructor.  I was sitting there foolishly still holding my cock.
He told me I was to report to his office after school.

	When I nervously knocked on his office door, I timidly entered
upon his command.  He told me I could accept his punishment or he could
call my parents.  Given the choice I chose to let him punish me.  I dropped
my pants on command.   I assumed he was going to spank me.  Instead he
stood behind me and while I was bent over he opened his pants and drove
his cock up my ass.  I was used to being fucked by then, and didn't make
a noise louder than a moan.  I became his sex slave for the next four years.



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