Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2023 13:01:21 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Skyler and His Father's Friend (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and an adult male.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you
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          Skyler and His Father's Friend
                        By
                       Wolf

	My father was a single parent.  As I grew up and
asked about my mother, his response was that she didn't
like California and returned to New York to marry a man
from New York.  My father was a hard-working auto
mechanic for Mercedes Benz dealership in Long Beach, Ca.
We lived in a small duplex in the neighboring town of Bel
Mont Shores to the east.  The other half of the duplex was
occupied by a man that was older than my father, and was
my father's best friend, by extension he was my best
friend.  Stanley worked for a bank in Long Beach, and
always dressed smartly.  Three-piece business suits for
work, and fashionable casual clothes around town.

	When I was not in school, I spent my free time at the
beaches in the area.  I took lessons from the local
lifeguards in swimming, kayaks, and small boat sailing.  I
became proficient in rolling and righting kayaks as well as
sliding it sideways, I got a big charge out of sailing a Hobe
Cat Bravo.  It is fun to get one of the two hulls out of the
water and race across the harbor faster than large sail
boats.  Living in a beach community I was also exposed to
the gay way of life.

	My buddies taught me about the pleasures of
masturbation, and told me about fagots and lesbians in
rude terms.  Once I knew about them, I became aware of
the behavior of adult men and women that demonstrated
a familiar relationship that was probably gay.  I Was 12-
years-old when I became aware that my father's
relationship with Stanley had all of the earmarks of a
homosexual relationship.

	Stanley was a good-looking man.  He was in his late
forties, six-foot two-inches tall, slim enough that suits
looked good on him.  His hair was white as snow and he
sported a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and he had
clear blue eyes.  I was drawn to him because he was so
handsome.

	The three of us spent a lot of time in each other's
company.  We often went to dinner together, and we went
to pool halls together.  He had access to several yachts
docked in the area owned by customers from the bank.
From time to time we were invited to sail to Catalina Island
or up to Santa Barbra or down to San Diego.  I enjoyed
showing off my skills as a sailor learned to handling my
Hobe Cat.

	On one of those occasions when Dad had to attend a
training class in LA about a new model Mercedes coming
out, Dad asked Stanley to look after me.  Stanley invited
me across the vestibule to his apartment for dinner.  He
cooked us an Italian meal with the main course Lasonya.
He included a delicious chilled split pea soup and a chilled
green salad and even poured me a glass of Chianti wine
from a straw bottle.  For dessert he gave me a Cannoli with
a small glass of sweet Amaretto wine.  When he put the
dishes in the dishwasher and the left overs in the fridge, he
suggested we go for a walk to work off the meal.

	We walked down to the road running parallel to the
beach.  The sun was setting in the west and the sky was a
bright reddish orange, and black to the east.  The beach
was almost empty.  Then I saw two men laying on the
beach sand and there was no mistaking that one man was
sucking the other man's cock.

	I asked Stanley: "Are those men queers?"

	Stanley responded: "We can discuss that when we
return home."

	We made a big circle and returned home by way of
the main road through town.  We passed a couple of bars
that catered to the beach goers during the day and a few
old retirees during the day.  The night crowd was younger.
There was dancing and the smell of booze and the sound
of music and noise talking spilled out onto the street.  I
witnessed a couple men exit a bar in front of us and they
were clinging to each other's butt with their hands.  I
looked up at Stanley's eyes, and he simply smiled as we
continued home.

	When we were in his apartment, we sat on the
couch looking out the large picture window of the locals
walking by, I asked: "What do homosexuals do besides
suck each other's cocks?"

	Stanley looked me in the eye: "Do you really want to
know?  If I show you everything about gay sex you can
never let your father know who taught you, because he
would never forgive me!"

	I smiled: "I will never tell!"

	He said: "We better take this upstairs."  With that he
led me up to the second story bedroom.  He turned on a
red-light bulb that bathed the bedroom in a pink glow.  We
proceeded to remove all of our clothes, before we got on
the bed.  I was fascinated at the sight of Stanley naked.

	I had always admired how distinguished he looked
with his white hair and beard.  Seeing his fit and lean body
with the patch of white hair on the middle of his chest, the
ripples on his belly, and the reddish patch of pubic hair
above his manly looking four-inch cock.  His scrotum
swung between his strong legs.  Stanley appeared to be
just as pleased with the look of my body.

	I was about five-feet-tall at the time and still had a
little baby fat.  My hair was red, but was turning
strawberry blond.  My eyes are blue, and my body is
covered with freckles.  The pubic hair above my dick is a
strawberry pink, my dick is only three-inch while flaccid,
and my scrotum had not dropped completely.

	Stanley gathered me in his arms and while he
cuddled me, he kissed me with tongue.  It was a strange
experience to kiss a bearded man.  His big hands were
roaming all over my body.  Being held like that while being
kissed gave me a hard-on that made my dick grow to at
least five-inches long, and my balls developed an ache that
needed to be dealt with.  Stanley and I took hold of each
other's cocks and we masturbated each other for a brief
moment.  Stanley proceeded to scoot down and took one
of my nipples into his mouth and worried the nipple with
his tongue and sucked on it until I was driven to distraction
and I felt a drop of pre-cum drip from the head of my cock.
I was just getting used to the feeling when Stanley moved
farther down and I felt his warm mouth take my dick into
his mouth and he sucked it until I came in his mouth.  As
soon as he finished licking my dick clean, he moved back
up to kiss me and share my own cum with me.  We rested
while clinging to each other and talked about our feelings.

	I worked up the nerve to move down to suck on his
nipples and found that his areolas were circled by a few
hairs that felt strange in my mouth.  When he had enough
of me sucking his nipples, he applied a little pressure on
the top of my head to let me know what he wanted.  I
moved down between his legs and proceeded to place my
hands on his thighs and felt the muscles ripple.  I relished
the smell of his cock and balls before I started sucking his
cock.  While I sucked his cock, I fondled his scrotum until
my efforts were rewarded with a mouthful of cum.

	We rested and he told me all about the ways men
could breed each other.  He told me about the doggie
position and the missionary position.  Then how to lay on
one's side and spoon the other on with a cock in the ass.
The last one he tried to explain how the cross worked, but
figured it would be easier to simply demonstrate it to me.

	He simply laid me on my back and he lifted my legs
up as he laid on his side crossways to my body and he
guided his cock to my asshole and penetrated me.  He
lowered my legs over his hips and told me to rock my legs
back and forth.  With every pull of my legs towards myself
drove his cock deep into my ass and when I moved my legs
outwards it rolled Stanley's hips away and his cock moved
backwards.  He didn't stop until he deposited his cum in
my ass.

	We didn't get much sleep that night because I
wanted to experience everything.  Neither of us had any
cum left by the time we were finished and we fell asleep in
a pool of sweat and cum.  That opened a new world to me.

	I took advantage of every opportunity to have sex
with Stanley.  When Stanley and I would go sailing with his
rich friends we would have sex with them when we were
well out of sight of land.  It was great fun to be naked on
deck and get fucked by the men.  I still had a lot of free
time between the end of school and when Dad and Stanley
would get home from work.

	I was still hanging out on the beach, only I was more
aware of my surroundings.  I noticed the men that hung
around the beach watching the kids playing.  There was
one older couple that seemed to spend a lot of their time
sitting in folding chairs watching the kids.  They looked like
they were married. They both had gray hair.  He was a little
pudgy and she looked like a Rockwell painting of a
grandmother serving a Thanksgiving turkey.  I got the
feeling they were both interested in the young boys.

	One afternoon his wife was not there.  I approached
him and asked: "Where is your wife today, Mister?"

	He smiled and said: "She is shopping today.  I
recognize you too.  We watched you learning to sail lately.
My name is Bill and my wife is Edith.  What is your name,
son?"

	I said: "My name is Skyler.  You must enjoy watching
the boys!"  As I said that I looked down at the crotch of his
bathing suit.  His big roomy boxer trunks were tented up,
because he obviously had a boner.

	He gave me a knowing smile.  "I think I have gotten
enough sun.  My wife and I live close by.  Can I offer you
something to drink?"

	I smiled: "That would be kind of you."  He struggled
to stand up and I helped him.  I even folded up his chair
and walked beside him a couple of blocks to a nice little
bungalow.  When we entered, he placed the chair next to
the front door where the other chair was.  He escorted me
to the cozy little kitchen where he took a can of coke from
the old fridge and handed it to me.  He took a beer for
himself and we returned to the living room.  We sat next to
each other on the couch.  I made a bold move by placing
my free hand on his thigh, and waited for him to accept me
or reject me.

	Bill smiled: "You are a bold young man, aren't you?"

	I took that as his approval and pulled the drawstring
of his trunks out and untied it, and pulled the front of the
trunks down along with the built in jockstrap to expose his
four-inch cock and wrinkled scrotum.  I jacked him off until
he was hard before I took his cock into my mouth.  Bill
leaned back and gently placed his hand on my head and
stroked my red hair.  I was getting into my work when the
front door opened, and in walked his wife, pulling a
wheeled cart full of groceries.

	I panicked and lifted my head and looked at Edith
expecting her to fly into a rage, but she simply closed the
door and pulled the groceries into the kitchen.  Bill pulled
my head back down on his cock.  I must have sucked his
cock for ten minutes or more before he came in my mouth.
When I lifted my head again, Edith had returned and she
had the front of her dress in one hand and she was using a
couple of fingers to masturbate while she watched me
sucking off her husband.

	Bill had me stand long enough to pull my trunks
down and had me step out of them before he had me sit
on the arm of the couch.  He placed his hands on my thighs
and spread my legs as he took my cock into his mouth and
started sucking me.  Edith had one tit out and was lifting it
up to suck on her own nipple while she frigged herself.  Bill
was thrilled when I came into his mouth.  Both Edith and
Bill assured me that I was welcome to drop by anytime I
wanted.  Edith loved to watch me fucking Bill, and Bill
fucking me.

	I was a sophomore in high school before my father
found out that I was gay and preferred older men.  He
finally accepted the fact.  He even approved of me sleeping
with Stanley, thinking that I would be safe with his friend.


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