Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2022 14:23:17 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: A Path to Old Men 2 (Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM

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 male and an adult male.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2022 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
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                A Path to Older Men 2
                       By
                      Wolf

	When I entered The University of California San Diego,
I took the usual freshman introductory 20 units.  But in my
second semester I decided to take an evening creative
writing class.

	The first evening I entered the class room I checked
out the professor and my classmates.  The professor was a
hunk named Mr. Kruger.  He was about six-feet-tall.  His hair
was brown and he wore a trimmed full beard.  As I expected
most if the class was older.  I assumed they were working
full time and working towards a degree at night.  There were
only four day-time students taking the class.  There was only
one senior taking the class.  It didn't take me long to find out
that the old man was a retired Naval Captain, I wondered
about his sexual orientation.

	I did learn a lot from Mr. Kruger's lectures.  He tended
to have dinner at the restaurant on the top of the liberal art
building, and hold court with some of his students.  I started
joining the group, and basted on the conversations I began
to suspect that he was gay.

	As part of the class, we were required to turn in a
written assignment every meeting of the class.  He would
read the items turned in anonymously in front of the class
and ask the class to criticize the documents.

	One evening he asked the class to write a story based
on a specific memorable event in our lives.  I decided to test
my instincts about professor Kruger by writing the true story
about the way I met the old photographer.  When I wrote it,
I casually mentioned having been brought out by an older
teenager when I was a preteen, then described the fall night
walking on the beach.  I described in detail about how I
became his sex toy.  When Mr. Kruger read my story in front
of the class, I watched my classmates for their reaction.

	There were only four girls in the class and they were
uncomfortable with the subject matter.  The captain showed
signs of interest along with a couple of other guys.  It turned
out that the rest were unmoved or disgusted.  It turned out
that the Latter-Day Saints Temple was on the other side of
the 5 Freeway and at least three of the classmates were
members of the church.  They reacted as if they had just
listened to a confession of someone so vile, they didn't want
to be in the same room with,

	Mr. Kruger ignored the malicious comments from the
religious right students.  He asked those that had
constructive comments to expand on their comment.  Then
he read every paper followed by the comment session.
Later each of us were invited to his office during his office
hours to discuss our writing style and our goals and what we
expected to bet out of the class.  He kept our discussion
strictly academic.  I came away from the meeting still
confused about sexual orientation.

	I happened to run into the captain in the student
lounge one day.  He offered to buy me coffee and I accepted
and we found an empty table.  He calmly stated: "You were
the author of the story about the youth meeting the old
photographer on the beach!"

	I asked: "What makes you think that?"

	He stated: "I recognized the style and phrases that
you tend to use.  I'm not criticizing what you wrote or your
life style.  During my career I came in contact with plenty of
officers and enlisted men that were gay. Have you ever
thought about a career in the Navy?"

	I don't think the Navy is a career for me."

	"In my thirty-year career I managed to rise to the rank
of Captain."

	I looked him in the eye: "How did you avoid getting
into trouble for your sexual preference?"

	"I simply didn't advertise that I was gay, "There was
always plenty of gays, both offices and enlisted men, to
satisfy my desires."

	He suggested "Would you be interested in
accompanying me to my home where we can discuss this a
little more?"

	I accepted his offer and I left my car in the lot and got
in his car and he drove us to his very nice Spanish Style
home in La Jolla.  I was duly impressed by his home.  He
offered me something to drink, but I declined his offer.  He
proudly showed off the view from the balcony, and while he
was pointing out points of interest, he placed his hand on
my butt.  I turned to face him and we kissed.  He led me
back into his bedroom where we undress each other and we
sucked each other's cocks and the captain fucked me in the
missionary position. When it was over, he made dinner for
the two of us before returning me to the campus parking lot.
The two of us often had dinner together for the remainder
of the semester,

	I ran into one of the Mormon boys in the school
library one evening while I was in the basement looking
through the periodicals in preparation to complete a term
paper.  He was doing the same thing.  He stopped me while I
was reading and asked me if I remembered that paper
Professor Kruger read in class a couple of weeks ago?  I
acknowledged I remembered the paper.

	He told me that he had been seduced by a Bishop
when he was on his mission in South America.  I asked:
"Why are you telling me about it?  He said that he had been
telling the other members of the class because he wanted to
talk to the guy that wrote the story about the old
photographer.  I simply brushed him off by saying that it
wasn't me.  He looked disappointed.  He didn't find out who
the author of that story was by the end of the semester.

	When the semester was coming to an end Professor
Kruger informed us that he was required to give us a test.
Our test was to write a story.  It could be fiction or based on
a true event.  I struggled with what to write for days before I
came up with the idea of writing a story about a guy that
grew up in a Catholic household and how he was
disillusioned by what was taught and what was actually
done.

	When I turned in the paper my final grade was a 4.0
for the class.  The final day of the class, Professor Kruger
gave us a test of 25 questions that turned out that the
answer to every question was true and it funny thing was
that the grade curve for the class was normal.  Only a couple
of us caught on that they were all true.  Most of the
students assumed that the answers to the questions they
didn't know must be false, and those that didn't know
anything just guessed.  It only took him a few minutes to
check the tests.  Then he invited the class to join him at a
small family pizzeria for pizza and beer.

	About half of the class drove the short distance to La
Jola to the pizzeria.  The rest of the class had other things to
so.  Those of us that joined him for pizza and beer had a
good time.  There was a lot of talking and Professor Kruger
was holding court as he told each of those present how to
improve their writing.  Eventually classmates made their exit
by ones and twos until there was just me and Kruger.  That
was when he suggested: "If you are interested, could we go
to my place and continue drinking?"

	I had a bone for him during the entire semester, so I
eagerly accepted his suggestion.  We paid for our last beers
and I followed him to his home in University City.  He parked
his car in front of the garage and I parked my Mini Cooper
on the right side of his car and followed him through the
front door.  He led him straight to the kitchen where I
opened the fridge and grabbed two cans of beer with one
hand as he closed the door and tossed me one.  We popped
the tabs and took a big swallow of the cold beer.

	Professor Kruger placed his arm around my waist and
told me that his name was Tom, and kissed me.  I had been
kissed by the photographer when his face had stubble, but it
was a new experience to be kissed by a bearded man
before.  I found it exciting, especially when he stuck his
tongue into my mouth.  With his arm around my waist. he
led me to his bedroom with our beers in our hands.  I was
carried away with the moment.

	I was so enamored with the man I was barely aware of
our surroundings in the room.  Yom removed his sports coat
and hung it in the coat hanger on the Valette.  I was aware
that there was additional furniture in the room but I was
keenly aware that we were standing in front of a Queen-
sized bed.  The bed had a huge carved walnut headboard.
The bed had a large quilted comforter, with four large
pillows.  The room smelled of the cologne he was wearing.  I
was barely aware that he was undressing me.

	I was wearing a cotton sports shirt in a Black Watch
plaid, gray paints, and black oxfords and socks.  He
unbuttoned and removed the shirt while kissing me.  He had
to interrupt the kiss to remove my shirt and pull my Tee-
shirt out of my pants and pulled it up to expose my chest so
that he could lick and such on my nipples.  He unbuckled my
belt and unzipped my   pants while sucking on my left
nipple.  He pushed me back until I had to sit on the bed.
That was when he removed my shoes and socks.  He
grabbed the cuffs of my pants and pulled my pants off.  They
slipped out from under my butt and even pulled my
underwear partially down my back.  When the pants were
free of my feet and discarded Tom stood looking down at
the bulge in my Calvin Klein jockey shorts.  He placed his
hand on the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.  If anything,
my penis increased in size and was bent under the pressure
of Tom's hand.  He pulled the front of the jockey shorts
down and my penis sprang up.  He gently cupped my
scrotum with his left hand and took hold of my penis with
two fingers of his right hand and licked the head of my dick
before he took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off
with the skill of an expert until I came in his mouth.  As soon
as he finished swallowing my-cum he stood up and began to
remove his clothes, so I lay on my left side and watched Tom
remove his clothes.

	Tom loosened his tie and hung it on the Valette.  Then
he pulled his dress shirt and unbuttoned it and tossed it into
the clothes hamper before doing the same thing with his
Tee-shirt. I saw just how hairy his upper body was.  His back
was as hairy as a bear.  His chest was so hairy that his
nipples were almost hidden.  There was hair on his belly but
there was a thick line black hair running down the middle of
his body that disappeared into his pants.  He sat down on
the bench of the Valette to untie his shoes and placed them
side by side before removing his socks and tossing them into
the hamper.  That left only his pants and underwear to
remove.

	He stood up and unbuckled his belt and removed it
from the pants and hung it on the Valette before he began
to remove his pants.  When he stepped out of them and
held them upside down by the cuffs and folded them before
draping them over the clothes bar of the Valette.   That left
him standing there in only his underwear.  It was a contrast
that was startling.  He was wearing lavender panties that
were tight as hell.  The hip huggers didn't even cover his
pubic hair and the material was wedged between the crack
of his ass.  His legs were hairy.  When he pulled the panties
down and stepped out of them, I saw a thick 6-inch cut cock
and a hairy scrotum swinging between his legs.  At that point
he approached the bed and used his right hand to cup his
scrotum and lifted the sack as he approached.

	I sat up with my legs hanging over the side of the bed.
Tom reached down and grabbed my ankles and lifted my
legs up forcing him to lay on my back.  He rolled me up and I
was actually lumber enough to be able to place my armpits
over the backs of my legs right at the backs of my knees.  In
that position my asshole was fully exposed to Tom.  When
he bent down and started licking my asshole my cock
responded by getting another hardon and jerking with every
heartbeat.  I was thrilled with every swipe of his tongue.  I
was starting to plead with him to breed me, the longer he
waited to do it was turning into delicious torture.  It was a
relief when he stood up.

	He spit a mouthful of saliva onto my asshole and his
own cock before he used his hand to spread the spit all over
his cock.  Then he took hold of my hips and moved even
closer until I felt the head of his cock touching my puckered
asshole.  I made an effort to relax my asshole and felt his
cock stretch my asshole.  I knew that after the entry pain it
would feel much better.  He fucked, while I masturbated
myself.  Tom fucked me for several minutes before he pulled
his cock out of my ass and squirted his load of cum on my
belly as he allowed me to straighten my legs.  I eventually
had an orgasm and squirted cum onto my belly as well.  Tom
used his hand to rub the cum into my flesh.  Eventually, we
showed together before I got dressed and drove back to the
home of my photographer.

	I was well aware that the photographer needed to
find a new boy to groom because I was too old for his tastes.
I needed to find a job and find a place of my own.  I was
looking for advertisements for help wanted in the paper and
school billboards.  A friend jokingly told me about a bar that
was looking for a waiter.  I didn't think I would have a
chance because I was only nineteen.  One day after my
morning class I drove to the location and sought out the
owner.

	When I was directed to the office I was greeted by a
Chubby and jovial, balding middle-aged man.  He came
around the desk and shook my hand and invited me to have
a seat and he pulled up another chair next to me and sat
close to me.  He assured me that he liked my looks and told
me that a redhead like me would be very popular.  He asked
me if I would be willing to work as a water and dancer only
wearing a thong style bikini.  I was surprised by the question.
I had thought it was a water job.

	He placed his fat fingers on my right knee and gave
me a warm smile.  I instantly understood what he was and
what kind of bar he owned.  I sheepishly told him that I was
a student at CUSD and that I was nineteen.  His smile got
even bigger: "We can get you proper ID, just don't say
where you got it if it ever becomes a problem.  I agreed to
keep it to myself.  Then he asked me if I would be willing to
model for him in a thong.  I agreed, and he got up and pulled
a drawer out and pulled out a plastic package that contained
a little black Square of material.  As he handed it to me, he
simply said: "Put this on!"

	My question was: "Here?"

	He said: "If you are too shy to undress in front of me,
you won't be able to work in front of a room full of men
almost naked!"

	I calmly removed my shoes and stood up and
removed my shirt and Tee shirt.  Then I removed my pants
and underwear.  When he saw my body and the way I was
hung he smiled.  He approached me and he ran his hands all
over my chest and ran his right hand down the front of my
body and stroked my patch of ginger pubic hair.  Then he
placed his hand under my scrotum and hefted it, before he
wrapped his hand around my cock and masturbated me as
stood beside me.  He even kissed me with tongue.

	As I was getting close to an orgasm he sat down and
took my cock into his mouth and sucked me off.  When his
efforts were rewarded with an explosion of cum in his
mouth, he swallowed it and stood up and French kissed me
again.  He casually suggested that I shave my underarms.  I
asked if I should shave my pubic bush, and told me that his
patrons would love to touch my ginger hair.

At that point I opened the package and removed the
surprisingly small patch of black stretchable material.  When
I stepped into the thong and pulled it up the pocket just
managed to contain my scrotum and cock.  All of my pubic
was visible.  It felt strange to have that narrow strip of
material pulled up tightly between the cheeks of my ass.  My
ass was fully hanging out.  I felt empowered and was sure
that I would enjoy my new job.

	I told the photographer about my plans and he was
thrilled for me.  He already had a young boy he had seduced.
As soon as I had a couple of paychecks, I moved in to a
cheap apartment owned by my boss.  My rent was to make
myself available for my boss.

	The first night I worked in the bar was both
frightening and thrilling.  I was being felt up constantly and
propositioned.  They stuffed their tips into the straps of the
thong.



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