Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 12:35:36 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Two Old Men (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/mMM0 Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/mMM Author's Note: 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 consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Two Old Men By Wolf About the age of nine I discovered sex. It happened when an aunt and uncle came to visit my parents and brought along their thirteen-year-old son. While we were playing in the nearby woods he asked, Danny have you ever played with your dick? I knew that penises were referred to a dicks or cocks but didn't understand how I would play with the dick. I confessed that I didn't know what he was talking about. He told me that he would show me as long as I didn't tell anyone. I assured him that I would keep his secret. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock and balls out of his underwear. I noticed the brown pubic hair above his cock. He proceeded to start pulling on his cock. He did It furiously for some time and then he stopped as a white milky substance squirted out of his pee hole. He milked some into his free hand. He called it cum and let me feel it and encourage me to taste it. I felt how slippery it was and that it got sticky as it dried. That gave me something to think about. When I asked if I could cm too. He assured me that I was a few years away from actually cumming, but I would enjoy dry cuming. Masturbating could help me being able to cum sooner. We shared my bed during the three days they visited, so we engaged in mutual masturbation while in bed, and he even got me to go under the covers and suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He told me to swallow it. After his family went home I continued masturbating every night. But I didn't know how to find out if any of my friends knew about masturbation. I continued masturbating at least one time every night. I fantasized about playing with my cousin and the taste of his cock and cum. I heard my classmates referring to men they called fagots with such venom that I knew better than to discuss the subject with any of them. So, I kept quiet but I listened to others discussing gay sex. One afternoon I overheard a couple of older boys talking about a couple of old men they heard about. They even talked about where these old men lived. I made a point to remember where they lived. I knew that they lived on the same side of town as my family but wasn't sure how far away it was. I looked it up on my computer and saw that the two men must live on the northeast edge of town. I figured that I could ride my bike there without using the highway. I rode my bike from my home east on section lines a mile or so then turned north. Sure enough, I arrived at the back of the farm house. I hadn't thought about what I was going to do once I got there. I hid my bike behind the barn/garage and made my way to the back of the house. I figured that I would simply spy through the windows, but unfortunately the old farm house was built on pyres so the floor was at least three feet off the ground that meant that the bottom of almost all of the windows were at least six feet off the ground. That insured that I wouldn't be able to see what was going on in the house. I couldn't approach the back door, so I walked around the house to knock on the front door. The sound of the dirt under my shoes must have been louder than I thought or one of them must have seen me passing a window, because as I mounted the steps to the porch the door opened and I was confronted by a man as tall as my father. He had graying hair and a full beard that the chin was almost white and the mustache was graying too. He was a little overweight. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans and a plaid sports shirt. He smiled at me and asked, "What can I do for you son?" I was so intimidated I was at a loss for something to say. He asked again, "What do you want son?" I finally managed to say, "I, I wanted to talk to you." He smiled and said, "You better come in out of the heat and tell me what is on your mind." He stepped back and allowed me to enter the house. I had been in many homes in the town that looked very much like this one. The furniture was contemporary. But rather rustic. The coffee table and end tables were distressed maple. The ouch and two recliners were in a caramel colored diamond tucked leather. He ushered me to the couch and offered me a seat and he sat on one of the chairs facing the couch. He asked if I would like something to drink. My mouth was dry but I wasn't comfortable asking for anything, so I said, "No thank you." At that moment the second man entered from the direction of what I assumed was the kitchen. The man asked, "Who is this?" The first man said, "I was about to make the introduction. Son, my name is Martin and that gentleman is Matthew! Now why don't you tell us your name and what brought you to our home?" I sat on the edge of the couch and looked him in the eyes, "My name is Jonny; but I don't know how to tell you why I'm here." Martin gave me a studious look and asked, "Would it have something to do with he rumors that we are gay?" "Yes, and a cousin of mine taught me how to suck his cock. I lied it but I am afraid to talk to any guys I know about the subject. I heard rumors about the two of you and hoped you would help me." Matthew came close and sat on the arm of the chair Martin was sitting in. He placed and arm around Martin's shoulders. He leaned towards me and asked, "What did you expect us to do for you?" "I was hoping that you could teach me how to recognize other guys that like to suck cocks." The two of them looked at each other. Martin asked, "Should we welcome Jonny into our family?" Matt smiled, "Only if he promises to never tell anyone about us or the things we teach him." I blurted out, "I promise that I will never tell anyone about whatever you say or do. I would like to know how you became gay." Martin cleared his throat. "Matt and I are brothers of course and we started playing with each other's penis at an early age while in the bathtub together. We were discovered playing with each other's dick by our father, rather than reproach us he encouraged us to continue doing it. When he felt we were ready he demonstrated hoe to suck cocks on us and et us suck his cock. When we were old enough to cum he introduced us to anal sex. As you know our reputation is well known around town. As long as we don't bother anybody the locals don't bother us." Matt asked, "Did your cousin teach you anything more than masturbation and cock sucking?" The question puzzled me because I had no idea what else two guys could do. "No" He added, "If you will allow us we will teach you a lot more ways that men and boys can have fun." His statement filled me with some trepidation but thrilled me too. I smiled and nodded my head. Matt rose from the arm of the chair and joined me on the couch. He smelled of a man's cologne and he was wearing a silk dressing gown and bare footed. I suspected that he was not wearing anything under the gown. He looked about the same age as his brother, but he was clean shaven. He placed his arm around my shoulders and he kissed me on the mouth as he placed a hand on my thigh. My cousin had never kissed me, and I found it very strange to be kissed by a man. I had only been kissed by my mother and grandmother before. Matt placed his big hand on my chest and rubbed my youthful baby fat breasts. Doing so made my nipples tingle. I even got a hard-on. Matt saw the way my jeans tented up straining at the copper buttons. When he placed his hand on my crotch t was almost painful having him press on my pants. He set about unbuttoning m jeans as soon as all of the buttons were opened he turned his attention to my T-shirt and pulled it out of my jeans and pulled it forcing me to lift my arms so that he could remove it. He bent down and sucked on m nipples while he was pulling my underwear under my balls. He took hold of my penis and started masturbating me, while Martin sat in his chair watching and he pulled out his own cock and masturbated it. I was fascinated looking at Martin's big dark uncut cock. I watched him pull the foreskin back exposing the wet knob then pulling the shin up covering all of the knob. Matt sat on the coffee table and pulled my jeans out from under my butt along with my tidy white's. He had to remove my Sketcher shoes and the socks before he could remove my pants and underwear. When I was totally naked Matt lovingly held my little scrotum in hi hand before he bent down and took my dick into hi mouth and sucked on it like he was trying to get sum out of it. He even sucked on my balls and shocked me by sticking a finger up my asshole. He told me he was giving me a finger-wave. What ever he was stroking I experience a strong orgasm. Of course, I was still to young to produce jizz. While I lay back to recover Matt stood up and pulled that big baggy Momo over his head and discarded it. Just as I had suspected he as naked. When he lifted his arms, I noticed his underarms were shaved. In fact, his whole body was devoid of hair. He had even shaved his pubic hair above his cock. He was a little chubby, so he had noticeable man tits, to go along with his plump ass. While he was getting undressed Martin had removed his boots and socks. He stood up long enough to remove his pants, underwear, sports shirt and the ribbed tank-top undershirt. When he was naked I saw that he had a dark hairy body. The hair in his chest was grayish. There were dark hairs visible sticking out from under his arms. He circled the coffee table and joined us on the couch. He had on my right and Matt returned to siting on my left. Martin moved back enough to give me room to turn my body so that I could take his big cock into my mouth. It was thrilling to actually taste a grown man's cock. He even placed his hands on the sides of my head and pumped my head up and down so that I was virtually mouth fucking myself. Matt took hold of my hips and pulled me up to my knees, so that my butt was high enough that Matt could lick my asshole while he took hold of my dick with my balls resting on his wrist. I was so busy sucking cock that I wasn't prepared for someone licking my asshole. I was unaware of what Matt was doing. Eventually I felt Matt stick a greasy finger into my asshole. When he removed his finger, I felt him move on his knees a little closer and then I felt something pressing against my asshole. Then there was a sharp stabbing pain as something pierced my asshole. If it went for the fact that my mouth was full I would have begged him to pull it out. When his sweaty skin touched my ass, it clung to my skin. Before he started fucking me slowly. Martin squirted his load in my mouth with his cock still pressed deep in my mouth. When I breathed his cum scribbled out of my nose. Eventually, Matt grabbed my hips and drove his cock deep into my ass. When he finished cumming in my ass he pulled his wet cock out and I felt a cold a draft of cold air on my inflamed asshole, and un dribbling down the seam of my balls. They applied some sort of lotion that was cold to reduce the swelling and pain. They even gave me an enema to clean my colon and washed my body before helping me get dressed. They even walked me to the back of the barn where my bike was leaning against the wall. I have to admit that having the saddle rubbing against my ass produced a throbbing pain. It took me a couple of days to recover, but as soon as my ass recovered I was back at there back door. As far as I remember they fucked me at least a dozen times before I was able to relax my sphincter enough to enjoy being fuck by man cocks. One of the most rememberable events came about the weekend my parents let me know that they going to celebrate their anniversary by spending the weekend at the hotel they spent there wedding weekend at. I assured them that I could look after myself for a couple of days. S soon as they left I was on my bike heading for their house. I had told them I was going to be able to spend the weekend with them. When I arrived, we removed our clothes and partied until dark. As the sun went down cars started arriving. I was shocked when the local barber, owner of the only movie theater, the local banker and the owner of the grocery store arrived. They also brought half dozed teenagers. There booze, but what I enjoyed the most was getting to see all of them naked and getting to taste a variety of cocks and get buggered by them too. I knew that when I would become an adult I would have to move to a large metropolitan city where there would be a large gay community. 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 pomowolf74@gmail.com