Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:33:37 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Rough Sex With Greg (gay\adult youth, anal, m/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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Rough Sex with Greg
By
Wolf

	I grew up in a family as an only child.  We lived
in Oxfordshire, England at the time.  My father had
a buddy, named Greg, that I knew almost all of my
life.  He was practically like family.  My parents
were perfectly comfortable allowing him to look
after me anytime.

	Greg and Dad hung out with each other.  It was
common for him to come over afternoons to watch
golf and sporting events on the wide screen
Television.  They belonged to the same athletic club
and worked out two or three times a week.  You
could describe him as a real man's man.

	When I was 14-years old my parents decided
that they wanted to get away for a second
honeymoon.  They were planning on a week at the
same resort they had spent their first honeymoon
at.  They asked dad's buddy if he would look after
me for a week.  He was thrilled to assume that duty
to allow my father and mother the opportunity to
get away for a week.

	Greg was a large man of about six-foot three.
He was very muscular from working out 3 or 4 times
a week.  He had brown hair and eyes.  His hair was
starting to gray at the temples, he just radiated
masculinity.  He consistently wore stubble on his
face, never enough to qualify as a beard.  On the
other hand at 14 I was only about four-foot eight,
pretty skinny, with brunette hair and green eyes.  I
guess my 4-ich cock was average for my age, it was
pretty thick though.  I had a light brushing of pubic
hair on my pubis and balls.

	As soon as they left, I packed enough clothes
for a week.  Greg drove us to his place.  I was
allowed to use the guest room.  His home was a block
or so away from my parent's home.  He lived in a
cottage bordered on one side by a slow moving river.
Otherwise it was a pretty standard cottage, with
thatch roof, oddly off centered windows.  When we
entered I was struck by the fact that the upstairs
bedrooms had porn was scattered pretty much
everywhere.  I just had to check all of the porn out.
There were a surprising number of magazines dealing
with men having sex with boys.  He was rather a
messy housekeeper, clothes were scattered all over
the place.  All of his bedrooms were upstairs.  There
was a bathroom attached to the guest bedroom,
with a shower.  After I was settled in he told me,
"My house is a man's house, so we could do whatever
we wanted.  I have an open door policy."

	I remember the speech clearly because Greg
was telling me that while he was in the bathroom
standing in front of the toilet pissing with his cock
in hand, and the door open.  The sound of his piss
splashing in the toilet was echoing off the tile walls.
While he lecturing me, I was sitting on the edge of
the tub.

	When Greg was finished with his business we
went about our business.  I had some homework that
consumed several hours.  I would have been sooner
but I was also referring to some of the magazines,
which were giving me a boner.  When it was time for
bed I lay in the bed picturing the sight of his cock
as he was pissing in the toilet.  I could not resist
wanking off.  I didn't want to leave any cum stains on
the bedding so I had pushed the bedding down to my
thighs and holding several sheets of Kleenex tissues
in my left hand to receive my load of cum.  While I
was busy pulling on my cock Greg opened the door
and caught me.

	Greg was standing there in nothing but his
boxer undershorts.  I admired the fact that he was
fairly hairy guy.  There was lots of hair on his chest,
with dark nipples.  When I saw him standing in the
doorway I tried to cover up my hard-on.  He stood
there with his legs spread while he encouraged me to
continue wanking my Willy.  He was assuring me that
it was perfectly normal.  He unsnapped the
underwear and let them fall.  I admired the amount
of dark hair surrounded his magnificent cock.  It
had to be at least 8-inches long and much darker
colour than his otherwise standard English white
skin.  He had large sagging balls and they were hairy
too.

	He demonstrated to me what I should do by
wrapping his hand around his cock and started
wanking himself off.  He was joking about it as he
approached the bed and flopped down onto the bed
beside me.  He continued wanking his own cock.  I
was reluctant to continue playing with myself in the
presence of an adult friend of my father.  It came
as a surprise when he used his free hand to take
hold of my Willy and start wanking it for me.  I was
breathless when he sat up and leaned over my body
and started sucking on my cock.  He licked my balls
too.  I found myself resting my hand on his head as
his head moved up and down while he sucked on my
cock.  After I came in his mouth and he swallowed
every drop, he insisted that I do the same for him.

	He sat up on the bed and rested his back
against the headboard while I moved down and got
between his legs.  I was fascinated by the strong
smell emanating from his hairy crotch.  He cautioned
me to be careful with my teeth while I was licking
that dark skinned cock.  The knob was almost purple.
Licking his hair balls was a new adventure for me.
When I held that monstrous cock erect and placed
my mouth down over the knob I was slobbering all
over it.  The shaft felt like I was sticking a raw
cucumber with what felt like about a half inch of
loose skin sliding up and down as my mouth went up
and down.  When my mouth slid down the length of it
I came in contact with a thick mat of dark pubic
hair.  My saliva soon had the hairs plastered against
his flesh.  While I was sucking on his cock expecting
him to cum in my mouth like I had done to him, he
pulled my head up by my hair.

	Greg said, "We are going to try something
special, something only grownup blokes do.  If you
are really grownup and mature you will be able to
handle it."

	While he was talking he reached over my back
and fingered my arse a little.  He got off of the bed
so that he could straddle my legs.  He licked my
arese and spit on it too.  I could not believe it when
he guided his cock against my sphincter and as he
leaned over my back he whispered in my ear, "Relax
and push like you are shitting, or it will hurt like
hell."

	When he pressed against the hole it did hurt
like hell.  I wanted to be the man he wanted me to
be and bit my arm while tears streamed down my
cheeks.  He placed his feet between my legs and
spread my legs wide as he positioned his body
between my legs.  He was not being gentle at all.  He
slammed his cock deep into my arese.  Both of us
were sweating profusely while he rammed his cock
into me.

	I remember cumming twice, once after a few
thrusts in my ass, and again just after he came in
me.  I could feel the heat of his load inside my arese
and the feeling of him pulling his cock out.  When it
was all the way out I felt the cold air and an empty
feeling.  I actually wanted him to put it back in me.
I raised myself up to my knees and looked between
my legs to see his cum dripping on the bed sheets.

	Greg pulled me off of the bed and led me into
the bathroom and joined me in the shower.  He made
sure my arese was good and clean.  We dried each
other off and took me to his bedroom where we
slept together, all cuddled up.

	The next day I woke up feeling Greg rolling me
over onto my back.  He straddled my chest and
rubbed the head of the brown cock against my lips.
I felt the slippery pre-cum on my lips.  I opened my
mouth.  It was all I could do to get that monster in
my mouth.  Greg fucked my mouth until he climaxed.
It happened while I was exhaling through my nose
and his cum came spilling out of my nose all over my
face.

	Over the weekend Greg was fucking me so
much that I didn't even mind sleeping in our wet cum
covered sheets.  Neither of us bothered getting
dressed for two days.  He was never gentle about it.
I would be walking past him and he would grab me by
the hips and slam his cock deep into my butt.  I was
relieved when Monday came and I had to go to
school, at least I would get to rest for awhile.  I was
distracted all day thinking about what had taken
place, and wondering if anyone could tell that I had
spent the last two days being fucked in the arese
and swallowing cum.

	I was in no hurry for my parents to come home
either.  I was learning what it meant to be a man's
boy.  That set the pattern for the rest of my life.
From then on I was attracted to hairy older men.  I
was so absorbed with my relationship with Greg that
it never dawned on me that he and my father was
probably lovers too.



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