Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2022 10:28:58 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: A Kentucky Boy Seduction (Gay / Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/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.

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A Kentucky Boy Seduction
By
Wolf

	The last day of my freshman school year my biology
teacher asked me to stay after school to help him move his
plants to his house.  I felt honored to be asked to help him
move the plants. I had admired Mr. Campbell from the day
the spring semester started.

	He taught freshman biology for the Hazard High
School in rural eastern Kentucky.  He was a 33-year-old, five-
foot ten-inches, stocky 220 pounds, with red hair.  He was of
Scott descent.  He has been an inspirational teacher for me.

	I was a 14-year-old freshman, five-foot eight-inch,
average sized 140-pound kid that could trace my family back
to England.  I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt that day, so I
was proud to be asked for my help.

	We carefully moved the potted plants from the school
to his home and arranged them on the patio according to
their need for sunlight.  At the conclusion he invited me into
the house.  He was going to make a pitcher of rum punch to
celebrate the end of the school year, and invited me to join
him.  The interior of the house was cool enough to be
refreshing.  He directed me to make myself comfortable in
the living room while he made the punch.

	I made my way to the living room and sat on the
couch and studied my surroundings.  His home looked very
much like all of the homes I had ever been in.  When he
joined me, he was carrying two glasses and handed me one.
He sat next to me on the couch, and he asked me about my
plans for the summer.  I came from a poor family, and there
was very little discretionary income so I would probably
spend the summer working as a box boy for the grocery
store and fishing the local streams.  He abruptly got up to
refill our glasses,'

	When he returned with a pitcher and filled our
glasses, he sat back down really close to me.  By the time I
finished drinking the second glass of the rum punch I was
feeling a little tipsy.  While we were talking, he started
rubbing my leg, and saying: "You have really smooth skin."  I
didn't know what to say or do.  I just sat there motionless as
he started rubbing the crotch of my shorts.  I did get a stiffy
that was noticeable.  He used both hands to unfasten my
shorts and pull my underwear down under my scrotum.  I
have to admit that I was a late bloomer, (just had a few red
hairs above my little 3-inch cock-let.)

	I looked down at his crotch area and I could see the
outline of his cock.  He saw me looking at it, he took my
hand and Asked: "Do you want to feel it?"  I rubbed on it
through his pants.  It felt really big.  He unzipped his pants
and pulled them down, his big dick sprang out.  He had an 8-
inch, thick, and meaty cock.  The head was large and he was
cut.  I put my hand around it and started jacking him off.  He
let me do that for a few minutes.

	  Then he placed his hand on the back of my head and
pulled my head down, and said: "Go ahead and lick it."  So, I
started licking the head, eventually I put the head in my
mouth and started sucking it.  I eventually got 3 or-4-inches
in my mouth and started sucking faster.  He was moaning
and said: "You're doing a good job of sucking!"  After a
couple more minutes, I felt it starting to swell a little.  He
moaned out: "Yes, take this!"  And I felt warm cum filling my
mouth.  He said: "Just swallow it!"  I tried, but it was about
4-5 bursts and it was running out of the corners of my
mouth.  I pulled my head back away from his cock.  When I
sat upright, he reached over and pulled my shorts down.  My
already hard cock-let was throbbing.  He started jacking me
off with a couple of fingers and his thumb.  I came in about
20 seconds.  Mr. Campbell was very complimentary about
the taste of my-cum, while I recovered.

	We eventually straightened up our clothes, and as we
were zipping up our pants, he said: "Tell your mom that
you're going to help take care of my plants this summer, and
You'll need to come over a couple times a week this
summer."

	I said: "Okay!"  Boy, I learned all kinds of things that
summer!  During my visits we spent a lot of time naked.  He
introduced me to mutual cock sucking in the 69 positions.
He started licking my asshole and it tickled me and my cock-
let got hard.  When I got used to him doing that, he invited
me to lick his asshole.  As nasty as I thought it was, I found
the idea exciting.  I found it thrilling to kneel behind him and
place one hand on his butt and use the other hand to grasp
his cock like a cow's teat with his scrotum resting on my
wrist.  I milked his cock just like I milked cows, grasping the
base with my thumb and forefinger and rolling the other
three fingers as I pulled down.  While doing that I smelled
his hairy asshole.  At his pleading, I licked his asshole.  When
I found it exciting, I worked harder at licking and trying to
stick the tip of my tongue into his asshole. My efforts were
rewarded by him squirting his cum all over his bed sheets.

	After a couple of months and it was getting close to
the start of the new academic school year Mr. Campbell
asked me if he could introduce me to breeding.  The idea
frightened me, but it also excited me.  What better way to
prove my love for him, than to let him fuck my asshole?
(Hell, I had seen plenty of male animals mount other males
to assert their dominance over them.)

	When I agreed he made it a special occasion by
stripping the bed of everything but the fitted sheet.  We had
a few sweet rum punches while he stimulated my dick-let
before he applied lubricant to my asshole and his cock.
Whatever the lubricant was, it felt hot and tingly.  He
mounted me like I was a dog.   I bit my lip and whined in
pain as the head of his cock spread my asshole.  He was
clinging to my hips to prevent me from pulling away.  He
started fucking me when I felt his body pressing against my
butt.  I was still crying when he started squirting cum into
my colon.  When he was finished and pulled out of my
throbbing ass, he rolled me over and lay on top of me and
kissed me.  He even sucked me off and licked up the cum
leaking from my asshole.

	One weekend he took me camping with an old buddy
of his.  From the time we set up camp, they introduced me
to 'Spit Roasting.'  While one was breeding my boy pussy the
other was face fucking me.  By the time they returned me
home I was a dedicated slut.  By the time school started I
was accustomed to anal sex slut.

	When school started, I wasn't in any classes taught by
Mr. Campbell.  He happened to see me entering study hall,
which was during his planning period.  He got the school
counselor to change my schedule and made me Mr.
Campbell's Student Assistant.  My duties were to assist him
setting up the labs and help students complete lab
assignments etc.  As I remember it, about the third day of
school I was in the storage room, and he came in and closed
the door behind himself.  He was unzipping his pants and
pulled out his 8-inch raging hardon, as he approached me.
He said: "You know what to do!"

	I dropped to my knees and started licking the head of
his cock.  When I put his semi-hard cock in my mouth, I
could feel it starting to grow to its full length.  He had
trained had that me that summer to 'Deep Throat' his cock, I
eventually took all 8-inches, as my nose was smashed
against his soft red-haired pubes.  He started to slowly face-
fuck me.  He blew five-loads of his cum straight down my
throat.  Forcing it right down my gullet.  We repeated that
performance two or three times a week for the rest of the
school year.

	Weekends were a joy of serving him and a few of his
close friends.  I knew I was destined to be just like Mr.
Campbell.


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