Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2017 10:16:08 -0800
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Bear Lover's Story (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/bM)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/bM

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 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
All flames will be ignored.

                     Bear Lover Story
                           By
                          Wolf

	As a young adolescent, while my classmates were
boasting about having fucked this or that girl, I remained
quiet.  The guys thought I was a religious prude, but the truth
was I was far from it.  I had realized I was attracted to
powerful men.  I kept quiet about sex, because if the guys
knew that I was getting bones over older men they would
have ostracized me and I would have been a pariah at school
and my neighborhood.  The first encounter with an adult
came about when I was at the tender age of ten.

	My mother was going into the hospital to have one of
her kidneys removed.  My father chose to have me stay with
his best friend so that he could devote all of his attention to
helping her recover.

	Dad had known George just about all of their lives.
George was the kind of man that inspired bones in me.  He
was about six-foot two, 200 pounds, sandy hair in a crew cut,
but sported a beard and mustache.  He worked outdoors
driving road graders, as a result he had a tan on his upper
body.  He looked like a boxer with a hairy body.  He assured
my father that he would take care of me.

	I packed enough clothes to last at lest a week, along
with pajamas and toothbrush.  George drove me to his place.
The day Dad delivered Mother to the hospital.

	His home was defiantly a batcher's digs.  There was no
woman's touch.  The furniture in the living-room was
chrome-steel and black leather.  The coffee table was chrome
steel with a thick glass top.  There were no carpets in his
home.  He did have a 75-inch flat screen television, because
he loved to watch sports.  Every room in the house was just a
sterile.  He told me that he had a cleaning lady come in twice
a week to clean and straighten up.  The guest room was
adequate but it still had the smell of an unused room.  I put
my clothes in the dresser and joined him in the living-room.

	George opted to take me out for dinner.  He knew the
safest thing was for us to have meat pot pies.  He ordered tea
for me and a beer for himself.  After dinner we returned
home.

	When we got home we sat on the couch next to each
other, and we talked about what was going on with my
mother.  He assured me that she could live a long life with
one kidney.  She would have to be careful about salt
consumption though.  He asked me how much my father had
told me about him.  I told him that I knew they had been
buddies almost all of their lives, and they got in a lot of
trouble together doing stupid things.

	George smiled, "We have always been like brothers
from different mothers.  When we were about your age we
discovered the pleasures of mutual masturbation and oral
sex.  When your dad comes over to watch futbal and tennis
matches we still indulge in mutual masturbation and suck
cocks afterwards.  Your daddy has a tight asshole, that I do
love to fuck."

	I was stunned to learn that my father was into gay sex.
Just listening to George describe their sexual activity gave me
a boner.  George saw the bulge in my pants, and he asked me
if I had ever jerked off a buddy.  I told him that I had never
done anything like that.  He asked me if I would like to find
out what it was like to have sex with a man.

	The idea of having sex with my father's buddy thrilled
me beyond belief.  I couldn't vocalize my feelings, so I just
nodded my head.

	George gave me a big smile before simply unfastened
the front of his pants and pulled out his cock.  I was
impressed with the size of his cock.  It looked like a big flesh
colored earth worm, the way the foreskin covered the head
of his cock.  He took hold of it and pulled on it until it was
standing up like a pole.  Then he reached for my hand and
placed it on his cock.

	I wrapped my hand around his cock and marveled at
the warmth and velvety feel of his flesh.  I started squeezing
it and pulling on it, while George reached over and fumbled
with the front of my pants until he got them open, and he
fished out my little penis.  He used his thumb and couple of
fingertips to masturbate me a little.  He only did it for a
minute or so before he asked, "We should take this to my
bedroom to continue this."

	With that he stood up and pulled me to my feet.  He
placed his arm around my shoulders as he led me to his
bedroom.  Our pants were still open and our cock were out,
so we had to use one hand to hold up our pants.  He did have
to let go of me long enough to opened the bedroom door.

	He sat on the foot of his bed long enough to remove his
shoes and socks.  Then he stood up and started removing his
clothes.  I sat on the bed watching him take off his clothes.  I
had known that he had hairy arms, but had no idea just how
hairy he was.  His body was covered with hair and it was
thickest on his chest.  His man tits had a lot of hair ringing his
nipples.  There was a trail running down the middle of his
body to his navel and picked up below the navel as it joined
his thick patch of pubic hair around his cock and balls.  I
swear the only place devoid of hair was his butt cheeks.
What was really fascinating me was his cock and balls.  His
cock must have been at least 7-inches long and hung
between his legs, and his scrotum hung low and swung as he
moved.  He faced me and took hold of his cock and milked it
again, until it was stiff again, then he turned his attention to
me.

	He took my shoes and socks off, before pulling me to
my feet and removed my clothes.  When I was totally naked
he placed me on the bed again, and bent over to suck my
penis.  I had never felt anything like that before.

	It was an overwhelming feeling having him suck on my
penis with his warm mouth.  I could hardly contain myself as
he sucked on my penis.  I placed my hands-on top of his head
as he bobbed his head up and down.  The longer he sucked
the more it felt like I needed to pee.  I pleaded with George
that I needed to pee, but he ignored my pleas and continued
to suck my penis.  Eventually I couldn't contain myself and I
let go.  There was a feeling of relief, but I wasn't peeing.

	When George lifted his head, he told me that I had just
had a dry orgasm.  He added it won't be long before I would
produce cum.  Then he kissed me on the mouth.  It was very
strange being kissed by a man, especially because of his
beard.  When he ended the kiss he physically moved me to
the middle of the bed, and lay next to me.  He instituted the
mutual masturbated again.

	I was fascinated by his cock and wanted to find out
what it would be like to suck his cock.  I leaned over his waist
and moved my head close to his cock.  There was something
every erotic about the manly smell of his crotch mingled with
the smell of laundry soap used to wash his underwear.  I still
had my hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and I
pulled the foreskin back to expose his head. It was shinning
with moisture.  I licked the knob and found that it didn't taste
bad at all, so I took it into my mouth and started sucking on it
like he had done to me.

	George placed his hand on the back of my head and
ruffled my hair while I sucked on his cock.  He warned me
when he was about to cum, and he assured me that I should
swallow it.  When I felt his cock jerk and squirt several times I
almost withdrew my head, but George forced my head down
until the head of his cock touched the back of my throat, and
I involuntarily gaged.  I opened my mouth and cum covered
my hand and matted down his pubic hair.  I tasted his cum as
I swallowed what was left in my mouth.  We eventually went
to sleep while clinging to each other's cocks.

	Getting ready for school was exciting.  We poked each
other in the ass while getting dressed.  George drove me to
school.  Other than that, it was a normal day at school.  I
wondered if it showed on my face that I had sucked cock.

	I got to George's home a few hours before he would
get home, so I figured what the hell, and took off all of my
clothes and set about masturbating.

	When George got home and found me on the couch,
naked and playing with myself, he took off his clothes right
there in the living-room and we sucked cocks.  While he
sucked my penis, he started tickling my asshole with his
fingertip.  I had a boner that wouldn't go down.  The next
couple of days were like that.

	Wednesday George asked me if I was ready to try being
fucked.  The idea of him putting that cock of his in my ass
frightened me, but I wanted to try it.

	George prepared the coffee table by placing pillows on
top of it.  Then he draped me over the table, and greased up
my asshole with his finger coated with some sort of lubricant.
When he was satisfied that my asshole was lubricated
enough, he sat up and coated his cock with the lubricant, and
hovered over me as he aimed his cock at my asshole.  He
warned me not to clench my asshole, or it would hurt even
more.

	As his cock entered my ass my sphincter felt like it was
on fire, but I endured it with whimpering of pain as his shaft
slid up my canal.  My body was sweating under the heat of his
body and the pain in my ass.  Each thrust of his hips forced a
grunt out of me.  It left like a lifetime, but in reality, it was
only a few minutes before George said he was cumming, and
stopped moving.

	I felt the full weight of his body resting on my back,
pressing me into the pillows.  When he pulled out and stood
up I felt a cold rush of air on my back, and there was the
feeling of liquid dribbling down my balls.  My first thought
was that my asshole was bleeding.  It was painful to move,
but I had to find out if I was bleeding.  Where my crotch had
been resting the pillow was wet.  When I touched the liquid,
and looked at my finger it was clear and slippery.  It was
obviously not blood.  It was George's cum that had dripped
out of my ass.

	George fucked me again that evening in bed as I lay on
my side.  He had me bend my knee on the upper side that
way as he lay behind me he was able to slip his cock into my
asshole.  It was exciting and less painful to be fucked the
second time.

	By the time mother came home and recovered enough
to accept having me home I was used to being fucked.  I
would seek ways to visit George long enough to suck cock and
get fucked.

	I was so horny that it bothered me if I didn't have sex
regularly.  I started looking at my classmates differently.  It
wasn't long before I got the suspicion that one of the boys I
knew was gay.  He was a Star War's fan and talked incessantly
about the movies.  He claimed to have a lot of movie
memorabilia.  I started talking to him about his stuff, and he
invited me to come to his home to see his collection.

	When we reached his home, his mother was pleased to
welcome me into their home.  We went directly to his room,
and true to his word his room was full of Star Wars stuff.  He
took great pride in showing me all of the action figures and all
of the books, trivia board games and other things.  He had an
almost limited knowledge of the back stories.  There were
books about almost every character.  He could point out
where the movies deviated from the books.  When we played
the board game and he won he got very emotional and
hugged me.

	Rather than reject his affection, I returned his hug.
When I hugged him back he kissed me on the mouth.  Again, I
returned the kiss and stuck my tongue into his mouth.  He
continued to cling to me, so I placed my hand on his crotch.
He became even more passionate about kissing me.  He
didn't object as I fumbled to open his pants.  When I got his
penis out of his pants I started masturbating him.  He started
opening my pants and got my dick out, so that he could play
with it.

	We eventually started sucking each other's penis until
his mother called out, "Would you boys like sandwiches?"

	We scrambled to put our cocks away and joined his
mother in the kitchen.  She had made peanut-butter and jelly
sandwiches for us with glasses of milk.

	We couldn't keep doing that in his room for long
because his mother could walk in on us at any moment.  We
had to find another place where we wouldn't be interrupted.
I invited him to go with me to Georges home after school.  I
was aware that we would have the house to ourselves for at
least three hours.

	When we were behind closed doors we set about
getting undressed and masturbated each other and sucked
cocks.  Before George would get home, I would have him get
dressed and send him home.  When George would get home,
I would be primed for him to fuck me.

	I eventually talked the boy into allowing me to fuck
him.  He became my fuck buddy until his family moved away.
By that time, we were old enough to cum in each other's
mouth and ass.

	George and I continued or relationship until I went
away to college.  I was in high school the first time I went to
George's and walked in on him actually fucking my father.
After the shock was over there was a long talk about sex.

	Dad was concerned I would tell my mother.  George
assured my father I would keep his secret.  Nothing more was
ever said about it, but Dad was obviously worried about me
knowing about him fucking his friend.  I never told him that
George was fucking me too.  When I went away to university
it was like being in a candy store.  Gay sex was out there in
full sight.  I was attracted to older professors that were hairy,
chubby bears.


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