Date: Mon, 16 May 2011 21:52:05 -0400 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Seduction of Ronny (gay/ adult youth, oral anal. b/m, 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 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 2010 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Seduction if Ronny By Wolf I was only 16-years-old when my family moved to Alhambra, California. It is one of the suburban communities just east of down town Los Angles. It had a long history of Spanish and Mexican settlement, but by the seventies was becoming influenced by a large Chinese migration. We lived in a lower middle class neighborhood. My family consisted of my mother, father, a younger brother, named Clark, and me, Ronald. No one ever called me that though. I was Ron or Ronny when I was younger. One of the first neighbor boys I met was Sam, a 12-year-old. In fact we were the only boys on the block. He had jet black hair, and a perpetual grin. He was really nice to me. I worshipped him, I guess. I followed him around like a puppy dog. I was a skinny and shy little kid back then, (I didn't sprout up until I was a teenager.) My parents even allowed him to babysit me. I loved to hand out in his bedroom, because he had so many things to look at. He made a lot of plastic model cars and had a few remote control cars. He had guitars, one was an acoustic, another was a Gibson electric, and the last was a Fender four string bass guitar. He had base balls, gloves, bats and footballs. He treated me like a buddy, rather than a little kid. The first time he touched me...well...it was perfect. We were lying on his bed, looking at his collection of pornographic pictures. When he slipped his hand into my shorts, and touched my little dick it was as hard as it had ever been. He squeezed it and said, "You have a nice cock. In a few years it will be as large as mine!" The reassurance from him that mine would be as big as his was music to my ears. While he played with my dick I enjoyed the way it felt. I will never forget how it felt. He pulled on it gently and slowly. He unfastened my shorts, and pulled them down my legs, along with my underwear. I knew what he was doing was supposed to be wrong, but it felt so good, so I didn't care what people said about doing such things. I even helped take them off. He stroked my naked cock and rolled my balls between his fingers. I would have done anything he asked at that point. When Sam bent over and took my little cock in his mouth, I had my first dry climax. Part of me was afraid his father would come home early and catch us. Just the same I was thrilled at the way he licked, slurped and suckled my dick. I was lost to the pleasure of my first blowjob. When he stopped I almost cried, but then he started taking off his clothes. When I saw his cock, it was so big and erect, standing up like a flagpole. To me it looked as large as my father's. I was fascinated by it, and couldn't take my eyes off of it. He lay next to me, and returned to fondling my dick. He asked me, "Touch my cock Ron...play with it!" There was no doubt about it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my hand. It was like a soft velvety skin over a stiff pole. I remember that his touch on my cock was more exciting than when I touched myself. It was scary, but wonderful at the same time. His cock was no more than six inches long, but seemed much bigger to me. We stroked each other for awhile, and finally Sam turned around and lay on his side, facing my cock. His cock was staring at my face. When I felt him take my cock in his mouth, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. I just had a strong desire or need to suck on that big knob. Sam was groaning while he was sucking on mine. It was fantastic! I loved the sweaty taste and musky taste of his flesh. At first there had been a hint of pissy taste, but when he started oozing pre-cum I couldn't taste anything but his flesh. I had not know what to expect, but learned quickly. I loved every different taste as well as the combinations. I learned to swallow his cum, even chocked on it the first time. After that I took his cum all the time. I learned to enjoy the taste of that warm slimy slightly salty taste. I sought out the company of older men, but didn't know how to let them know what I wanted. There some talk about a man that hung out around the local park's bathroom. If there was such a man I never found him. In my efforts to find the kind of man I was looking for I went so far as to take the bus west to California State at Los Angles College. I had heard that the bathroom of the performing arts department was the place where gays were uninhibited. It did take too long to meet a man that was thrilled to have sex with me, even after he found out that I was barely 12-years-old. I met him several times and we sucked cocks. Sam and I were having sex with each other at every chance. At least he introduced me to some of his friends before his family moved away when he was 16 and I was 10-years-old. His friends were between 15 and 18-years-old. One of them, Darryl, who was the oldest, family had a nice home right on the border of San Marino, one of the most affluent communities in the greater Los Angeles area. His parents were hardly ever home. We had some great parties there, as many as 6 boys at any one time. We would gather around the swimming pool naked, so we could suck cock and swallow cum. I loved nothing more than to tongue kiss these guys while we jack each other off. Boy did I love kissing a boy especially a boy with a mouth full of cum. I was almost 12 before I had my fist ejaculation. Everything after that was gravy. It was shortly after that that Darryl brought a girl to a party. Well, actually she was more of a woman than a girl. Her name was Sharon, a 23-year-old, and she had taught Darryl quite a bit about sex. She did love teaching young boys about sex. She was the first female I ever had sex with. I got to eat her pussy and fucked her pussy and asshole. Anal sex had never occurred to me before. After having sex with her I thought I was bisexual. I thought it was great fun to be fucking her while she sucked another guy's cock. Also after her, I was also looking for male assholes to fuck. I think my father began to suspect my sexual orientation while I was in high school. He never said anything though. After high school I entered Cal State LA because I was so familiar with the gay life there. I was 20-years-old when my father asked me if I was gay. When I admitted that I was, I expected him to respond negatively. On the contrary he became my next lover. 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