Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2017 17:52:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Patrick (Gay/Bisexual/Incest, oral, anal and coitus, m/MMMFFF) Bisexual/Incest, oral, anal and coitus, m/MMMFFF 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. 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. Copyright 2017 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Patrick By Wolf When I was a child about 9-years-old my family lived near a public beach just off Lake Michigan. I was an Irish- American with strawberry blond hair with freckles, and a city boy. There was a really large public changing room facility including several food courts and showers. The changing- room had an upper deck used for sun bathing. The ground level had showers, toilets along with old fashioned changing facilities. It was in rather bad repair, but still functional. It still saw a lot of use during the summer months. There were two long rows of changing booths for men. One row 12 changing booths faced the beach. The other row of 12 changing booths faced the ball separating the men's and women's changing booths. You could also change clothes out in the open on one of the long benches or chose one of the booths. The booths did some feeling of privacy, but bot completely because the curtains fell short of completely crossing the opening. Anyone passing a booth would have at least a two inch gap to see the person changing clothes. My older cousin David was a farm boy that had introduced me to mutual masturbation during visits, and told me how to take advantage of the changing booths to get men to masturbate me. He advised me to tie a tight knot in the cord on my swimsuit after getting it wet, and then ask a man to help you untie it. I worked up the nerve to test his suggestion. Per his advice I went to the back row and went to one f the last two cubicles. They were approximately the size of a changing room in a department store. As David warned me the curtain left a two inch gap. There was a simple wooden bench I every cubical and hooks on the walls. Most people paid little attention to the gaps in the curtains as they passed, but there were men that did take advantage to spy on the people in the booths disrobing. I changed quickly in the last booth, left my things in there long enough to take a quick showered before returning to the booth, and I tied a square knot as right as I could on the wet cord of my swimsuit. I deliberately left the curtain half open. When men passed I would pass by I would ask in a pleading vice, "Please mister can you help me untie the cord on my trunks?" There were two types; one would come to my aid and mak an effort to untie the string and once they accomplished the task would say, "Have fun son!" and leave. The other kind would realize that the knot was just a ruse to leave an opening for the right kind of man...They would take a lot of time trying to untie the knot. In doing so they would brush their hands over the front of my trunks, causing my little penis to het hard. After wiggling it perhaps they would give up. I would plead with them, "Please Sir, can you help me out on my swimsuit?" When they would kneel before me and slowly pulled down my trunks down my slender legs. I could step out of them. I would stand there in front of them with my little boners bouncing up and down right in front of their face, all very innocently. That was always an exciting moment standing there naked waiting for them to make the next move. I was very successful most of the time. One thing I did in preparation was to play in the sandy beach after the shower, so that I was covered with sand. More often than not the men would make a show of brushing the sand from my body. Of course they would brush my penis and scrotum. I called them tickling sessions because that made it sound less obscene. Some of the men would look for men on other occasions once they knew my routine. When they came back for seconds it was obvious I would give them a warm smile, and they would take hold of my penis and masturbate me with thumb and finger. It was heaven for me. I would sometimes rest a hand on their shoulders while he groomed me for either giving me a blowjob. I was always passive and loved the tickling, grouping and oral sex by these men. They asked me to call them "daddy." I loved being a boy toy for older men. We did it right there in the changing booth. Sometimes in the showers they would soap and stroke my genitals if we were there alone, and I loved showing off my naked boy penis to men. It was so much fun. I would also look for them on the beach and if they had already played with me naked, I'd sit near them on the beach. I'd watch them covertly pull on their hairy hard-ons while I played around them. I enjoyed the power I had over these daddies. I'd ask them to put sunscreen on me, so they'd be able to touch my back, my legs, my boy butt, and feel my little boy tits. It made me feel so gooey to have strange men touch me with so much affection, Like a stray puppy dog. There were so many fun times there. I became a bit of beach boy slut and the older pervs knew to look for me and would get off on being able to fondle a young boy. I was a willing participant. I learned to find the right time and place. Even one of the hunky lifeguards did a session with me as he loved my smooth hairless boy body next to his gym toned Adonis body. It was a lot of fun. Men of all types: Big, skinny, black, Italian. All ages and some married usually with kids of their own. I took advantage of every opportunity to use the changing booths for a number of springs and summers before I graduated to more daring adventures. 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@yahoo.com