Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2022 12:17:35 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Voice Coach (Gay / Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MMM)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MMM

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and an adult-males.  If this type of
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Vocal Coach
By
Wolf

	My family came to the United States from the coal
mines of Wales in 1854.  I Was a skinny kid that led an
uneventful life until I entered junior high school.  I was
bored with school until a Choir teacher came to my home
room and had the class sing a few songs.  She casually
walked up and down the aisles between the old desks and
tapped the shoulders of four boys and girls in the class,
including me.  She said: "Will all of the students I tapped on
the shoulder please stand up and go to the cafeteria!"

	We weren't quite sure why we were being singled
out, but we went there and found a group of nine other
students already there.  We milled around and speculated
about what was going on.  The general consensus was that
the teacher was creating a choir.  There was another group
of five students that joined us.  The teacher followed this
group and had us place folding chairs in three groups and
had us take a seat.  They told us that she was forming Choir
and there would only be three sections because very few
boys' voices had dropped to the bass range.  There would be
soprano, alto, and tenor sections.  She had us start singing
scales and quickly started moving students around until she
had three separate sections.  She had us singing scales until
she was happy.  Then she pulled me out of the alto section
and put me in the tenor section.

	I felt uncomfortable being the only boy in the middle
of a bunch of girls.  We were soon singing classic folk music.
I was singled out to sing tenor solo parts.  She was excited
about my voice.

	One day when we gathered for our choir class there
was a tall man talking to our teacher.  He was an
impressively tall man.  He must have been six-feet three or
four-inches tall.  He had distinguished looking white hair
with a white beard that followed his jawline and mustache
under his nose.  He was wearing a gray suit that looked very
expensive.  I noticed that when he stood up the wrinkles
seemed to fall out of the legs of his paints.  I had never seen
oxfords that looked so shiny.  He just stood there watching
us singing without making any comments.  She had us sing a
couple of songs where I had solos.  At the conclusion she
dismissed the choir, but asked me to remain.  She used her
pitch pipe and had me sing the scales.  She gave me the
sheet music of a traditional Welch religious song and had me
sing the tenor part.  At the conclusion the man approached
and extended his hand.

	He introduced himself as Mr. Kenneth Willems and
asked me for my name.

	I shook his hand and said: "Richard Jones."

	He smiled: "A good Welsh name.:

	My grate-great grandparents were Welsh coal
miners."

	"Are you aware that you are a natural tenor?"

	I looked at him questioningly: "No, Sir."

	"I would like to see you being trained in the classics.
You will have to leave home and dedicate yourself to
developing your voice.  In the fourteenth century when the
church found a youth with a voice like yours' they had them
castrated to prevent their voice from changing.  Today it
takes a lot of training to protect the voice as long as
possible.  Would you be willing to dedicate your life to
music?" he asked.

	I was overwhelmed, I had never thought about
becoming a singer.  I had always been a skinny kid.  I was
never going to be a rough and tumble sportsman.  I didn't
know what to say.  The teacher and the man drove me home
and had a talk with my mother and when my father got
home from work, they did everything to convince my
parents that it would be unforgivable to let my voice go to
my waist.  There were a few days of sole searching before
they agreed to let me go.

	My mother washed everything I owned and packed
them up in my daddy's old sea bed from the days he was in
the navy.  Mr. Willems picked me up in a rental car.  This
was the first time I had ever been out of the mountains, and
the first time I had ever flown.  When the commercial airline
landed in New Your City, I was overwhelmed by the number
of people and the speed of movement.  Mr. Willems had our
luggage carried to the curb.  We took a cab to a fancy
building on the Upper west Side near Central Park.

	When the cab pulled up to the curb, uniformed hotel
staff were quick to open the door for us and when the trunk
opened, they loaded his luggage and my sea bag on a brass
cart.  They followed us in as Mr. Willems stopped at the desk
to talk to the staff and pick up mail before we entered the
brightly light brass elevator for a fast ride up to the fiftieth
floor.  When the door opened, we were facing a lobby with
four doors facing the bank of four elevator doors.  He led me
to the door marked 504 and passed a card over a scanner
and there was the sound of the lock opening.  I was
overwhelmed by the size of his apartment and the opulence.
When he showed me my bedroom the closet was bigger
than my bedroom at home.

	He saw to it that I was enrolled in the school for
performing arts.  The first half of the school day was spent
perusing the normal school colorectum plus languages such
as French, German. and Italian.  The afternoon was spent
being taught the voice exercises and practicing the scales
until I couldn't make a mistake.  After my school day Mr.
Willems introduced me to the night life the city has to offer.
I began to see things I had never seen before.  In the school
bathrooms I saw guys jacking off and sucking each other.
One time I saw a teacher leaning against a bathroom wall
and a student on his knees and sucking his cock.  I even saw
a man on the subway being fucked by another man.

	When I told Me. Willems about what I had seen he
explained to me that New York is a very liberal city.  You will
find that within the performing arts almost everyone enjoys
open sexual encounters.  He told me that he was not only
my patron he wanted to be by guide in all matters including
sex.  He asked: "I assume that you masturbate two or three
times a day, and I also assume that you had a best friend
that the two of you masturbated each other and you sucked
each other's cocks?"  I blushed and was about to deny that,
but paused and admitted that I was guilty of it all.

	We were just getting back from seeing a Broadway
play.  He was smartly dressed and I was wearing a suit he
had bought me.  We were sitting on the couch looking out at
the city lights and the black water of the Hudson River.  We
had removed our coats before sitting down.  He wrapped an
arm around my shoulders and he kissed my cheek and told
me: "My name is Ken!"

	Then he used free hand to feel my crotch.  My dick
responded all on its own.  He skillfully opened my pants and
pulled my underwear down and under my scrotum.  Then he
took hold of my dick and started masturbating with me.
When I was good and hard, he bent over and took my cock
into his mouth and sucked me off like my friend used to do,
only he swallowed my cum.  I was overwhelmed by a flood
of emotions.  While I was recovering Ken leaned back and
opened the front of his pants and fished out the biggest cock
I had ever seen.  (Looking back on it now, it was probably 8-
inches, but to my youthful eyes it looked like 12-inches.)  He
also pulled out his scrotum and placed my hand on his cock.

	I felt his cock throb in my hand with every heart beast.
I started pulling the skin up and down, covering the head
only to pull it back down to expose the head again.  I licked
the head and it tasted like my friend's cock but the head was
so large that I struggled to get it into my mouth.  I was only
able to get about six inches into my mouth without choking.
I was still clinging to the base of his cock while I sucked his
cock until he came in my mouth.  This was the first time I
actually tasted cum.  We eventually moved into his bedroom
and proceeded to undress.

	Ken was very complimentary about what a good-
looking young man I was.  His compliments just embarrassed
me besides I was more interested in looking at him.  He was
so tall.  He has the lean body of a swimmer.  He had a patch
of white hair on his chest to match the white hair on his
head and beard.  He had a flat belly with a slit punch at his
lower belly, but what impressed me the most was his sex
organs.  His limp cock dangled between his thighs half way
down his thighs and his scrotum sexually swung just as low.
His pubic hair was still a dark brown but was starting to turn
white.  I watched him turn his body to pull back the bedding
and expose his blue satin fitted sheet and blue satin
pillowcases.  While he was doing that, I got an interesting
view of his butt, asshole and his dangling scrotum.  My
concentration was interrupted when Ken picked me up and
placed me on his bed,

	I found the sheet felt cool and slippery.  He pulled me
up until my head was resting on one of the pillows and he
moved his own body between my legs and proceeded to
play with my dick and balls until I had a raging boner.  At
that point he took my dick into his mouth and sucked on my
dick until I came in his mouth again.  When I recovered
Ken hovered over me and when he kissed me, he shared the
condense of his mouth with me.  It turned out to be my own
cum.  Then he sat up and reached for a plastic bottle that
contained a cool liquid that he coated his cock with and
applied some to my asshole.  He lifted my legs up and placed
my heels on his chest and guided his cock to my opening.
He told me that I should push as if I was trying to poop or it
would hurt even more.  When the head of his cock started
spreading my asshole open, I experienced an amount of pain
that I could only compare to the time I closed a car door on
my fingers.  I pleaded with him to pull it out, but Ken
assured me that I would get used to the feeling when my
sphincter relaxed.  He fucked me slowly until he squirted
cum into my ass.  My asshole was throbbing as we clung to
each other as he covered our bodies with the bedding.  I had
a new understanding of the sex I witnessed the school
bathrooms after that.

	Ken took to an opera called chi gelida manina Puccini
(La Boheme).  That was the first time I actually attended a
live performance of a tenor.  When we got home, we talked
about the performance for hours.  The only thing that shut
me up was when Ken stuck his cock into my mouth.  I was
getting used to my new way of life. Regular school in the
morning, vocal training in the afternoon.  In the evenings
Ken was exposing me to Broadway stage plays, classical
musical, and operatic performances.

	One evening he took me to a party at the private
residence at a flat in one of the high- rise apartment
buildings.  Ken introduced me to almost every person in
attendance.  I seemed to attract a lot of attention.  I felt a lot
of hands on my body as the evening progressed.  There was
one brunette that caught my attention.  She was a very sexy
big breasted woman.  She was wearing a red cocktail dress
that fastened at the back of her neck and it plunging back
and down the front.  When she leaned forward to pick up a
glass or make a point while talking to someone the front of
her dress would go slack and expose her breasts.  I was
fascinated by the sight of her big firm breasts with her
brown areolas and nipples.  Whenever she would catch me
staring at her I would quickly look away.  People were
offering me cocktail glasses, but I refused them.

	I excused myself and went to the kitchen to see if I
could get my hands on either a can of Coke or n70Up.  When
I got a can of Coke, I returned to the large meeting room.  I
looked for Ken and didn't see him.  I started roaming
throughout the flat looking for Ken.  I found the hall where
the bedrooms were and started checking the doors, The
second door I checked that actually opened I saw that the
room was empty and was about to close the door and move
on to the next door, when I was shoved in the back.

	I stumbled into the room, and when I recovered my
balance, I turned my head to see who shoved me.  It was
that brunette I admired who was closing the door behind
her.  She took my arm and pulled me towards the bed.  I was
speechless and overwhelmed by her bold move.  She kissed
me with passion before she started removing my tie and suit
coat.  She removed my dress shirt.  Then she unbuckled my
belt and unfastened my pants.  She pushed me backwards
until I had to sit on the bed, before she knelt and removed
my shoes and shoes before pulling my pants quickly off of
my body.  She quickly pulled my Tee-shirt over my head.  I
tried to resist her removing my underwear, but she
uneconomically yanked them off of my body. before she
began undressing herself.

	She reached behind her neck with both hands and
pulled the Velcro apart and pulled the front of the dress
down exposing her big round breasts.  She placed one hand
on the back of my neck and the other hand lifted one of her
big tits as she pulled my head towards that tit.  I started
sucking on the nipple hard and felt the other tit with my
hand.  I even switched sucking on the other tit.  When she
had enough.  She pulled away from me and turned around
and reached under her dress and pulled the back of her
panties down and straddled my legs as she reached back
and guided my dick into her asshole.  While she fucked me,
she pulled my arms around her body to place my hands on
her tits.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her
asshole gripping my dick as it bounced up and down on my
lap.  I did my best to last as long as possible but eventually it
was like my dick just took over and I came in her ass.

	When she stood up, she pushed me onto the middle
of the bed and reached under the dress to pulleher panties
down her legs and free of her high heeled shoes.  I couldn't
take my eyes off of her as she began struggling to push the
dress down over her hips.  I sprang another boner when I
saw the black pubic hair come into view.  When the dress
was pushed lower a cock about five inches long with
foreskin covering the head sprang into view.  To say that I
was shocked to see a cock on what I thought was a woman
would be an understatement!

	She mounted the bed and picked up my legs and
placed my heals on her tits and worked her cock into my
asshole and fucked me like Ken had been doing for months.
It was the strangest thing to feel a cock in my ass and have
two big tits dangling over my face and smelling the sweet
perfume she was wearing.  After she came in my ass, she
kissed me before she got off the bed and put her panties
back on and slipped back into her dress.  She left the room
while I put my clothes back on, and returned to looking for
Ken.

	I found him back in the big gathering hall talking to a
gentleman.  When I approached, he introduced me to the
man and informed me to the man and told me that he had
just hired him as my personal vocal coach, and tutor to help
me with school and languages.  We talked for a while before
Ken suggested that the three of us leave.

	It was just a short train ride up town to our stop.  We
went straight uptown to our apartment where Ken told Mr.
Phipps to make himself comfortable while he mixed us
drinks, and asked what he would like.  The man said a
Martini, and he started removing his tie.  When Ken
returned with two martini glasses, the man has removed his
jacket and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of  his
shirt.  Ken had also removed his coat and tie.  Ken asked me
to sing for our guest so that he could evaluate what he
needed to help me with.

	I sang one of the songs I had been working on at
school.  At the conclusion he commented technically I did a
pretty good job but I needed to learn to be comfortable with
myself and let the emotions be expressed.  I was allowed to
have one Martini, and Ken asked me where I had
disappeared to at the party.  I innocently said that I was
looking for you and that pretty woman in the red cocktail
dress pushed me into a room!

	Both men laughed, and Ken said: "Danica does like
young meat!"

	That reminded me that her cum was still leaking out
of my ass and making my black trousers crotch wet.  Ken
asked if she had fucked me.  I blushed having to respond to
his question in front of a stranger, but I admitted that we
fucked each other.

	Both men started undressing me.  They stripped me
and checked out my crotch very carefully.  My asshole was
still swollen and leaking cum.  The two of them stripped
quickly and spit roasted me.  As soon as one finished
cumming in my mouth they switched places to fuck my ass.

	By the time I was ready to start my carreer on stage I
was a virtual whore for cock.


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