Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 04:14:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Boston Bathhouse (Gay/Adult Youth oral, anal, b/MMM) DISCLAIMER: Adult Youth oral, anal, b/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 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. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Boston Bathhouse By Wolf I grew up in a community called Dorchester, it most of the residents are of Irish decent. It is a section within Boston, Massachusetts. Most Americans don't understand that there are two groups in the Boston area the early immigrants call themselves Scot-Irish. They were in fact mostly Scots that were settled in northern-Ireland by the English. They were called Orangemen from Belfast. The second group came to Boston as a result of the 1842 potato famine in Ireland. They were the Catholic Irish from southern-Ireland. Of course a true Irishmen would never spell northern and southern with a capital letter. The community is like wo big familys, everyone knows each other. A lot of people proclaimed they are Irish simply as an excuse to get drunk on St. Patrick's Day. A true Irishman knows that St. Patrick's Day is a day of religious obligation. And the four leaf clover has nothing to do with Ireland. St. Patrick made the three leaf clover the symbol of the Holy Trinity while converting the Irish to Christianity. In 1950 I was a 7-year-old boy that had a fondness for a local beach we could walk to during the summer. There was a bathhouse, as we called them back then, and it had two halves to it, one was for women and the opposite side was the men's room. There was no roof on it so that the sun could light the spaces, and an attempt to keep the concrete floors dry. There had lockers or clothes baskets which the public could use to store their belongings while at the beach. There were also showers there to wash the salt and sand off after a day at the beach. Most important it had a reputation of being the place where the gay community met. I felt comfortable about walking down to the beach by myself. In those days no one suspected that anyone would harm a youth. I wanted to behave like an adult, so I would have rejected any adult wanting to accompany me for safety reasons. I only need 25 cents to use a basket for my clothes at the bathhouse. There were no doors on the place. It just had a couple of turns to enter the place. The city did have steel-gates they could lock during off season, as well turn off the water so that the pipes wouldn't freeze. When you entered there were showers to the left, and the changing room was to the right. When I entered the changing room after renting a basket, there was a men sitting on one of the concrete benches or standing around. They were of different ages, and they were all naked. When I entered the place drew quiet, as if they were embarrassed having a young boy in their mites. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I always wanted to see men naked, because I was always fascinated about what they looked like, and what their cocks looked like. Some of the men looked like hairy apes, and others didn't have any hair on their bodies. Some of them seemed so big. (Back then the ultimate body builder was Steve Reeves.) I measured all men by what he looked like, but I also was fascinated by men with hairy chests. In my case being just a young boy of course my body was hairless, and smooth. Back then most boys were wearing a hair style called a flat top. Some of the teenagers wore the side longer and combed back with a part down the middle of the back of their heads, and called it a dicks-tail. My hair was just a flat top. While I was stripping down in preparation of putting on my bathing suit, one man was watching me. I had small cock and balls back then, but the way that man was looking at me gave me a hard-on that had my stiff cock bouncing up and down. The man looked like a muscular God to me. I suspected that he was around forty years old, and he had a hairy body. I'm talking a hairy chest, belly, legs, arms, and back, and he sported a very thick uncut cock with a thick patch of pubic hair all around his cock and balls. He suggested that I should have a seat next to him. I put my basket on the floor in front of the bench and sat down next to him. After I settled down the other men got comfortable with my presence. I noticed one man in the back of the room leaning against the wall, and another man was kneeling in front of him clinging to his hips and sucking the man's cock. Another man was standing behind a man, and reaching around jacking the man off. Some of the others were just jacking off. I wasn't that interested in what the other men were doing, but the hairy man next to me fascinated me. He was very friendly towards me. Sitting next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. He told me his name, but I have forgotten it over the years. Being so close to these naked men made my little cocklett hard as hell. I tried to hide it behind my hands, but he said, "Its' okay, all men and boys get hard-ons, it is perfectly natural!" I felt like there were hundreds of eyes staring at me, and that have me a raging hard-on. The man asked me, "If you're nervous with all these men watching, why don't you come home with me, where it will be more private. I sat there looking at his cock for a long time before I said, "YES!" We put our clothes back on and turned in the baskets before walking to the parking lot. He opened the passage door of his car and I got in. I was thrilled as he drove us to his house. It wasn't a long trip. I barely worked up the nerve to reach over and touch the bulge in his pants, before he pulled all the way into his driveway. He had a detached garage in the back of the house, so we entered his house from the back door. He asked me if I would like to get naked. I agreed, so he told me to strip off my clothes right there in his kitchen. He told me to do it slowly because he liked to see boys getting naked. I slowly kicked off my shoes and removed my socks before I pulled down my shorts, and pulled off my T-shirt. My little cocklett had a raging hard-on that was tenting up my tidy whites. He told me that he wanted to pull down my underwear down for me. All I had to do is stand there while he pulled my underwear down past my little penis, and it sprank back up like it had a spring in it. I stepped out of them one foot at a time. My heart was pounding having him kneeling in front of me so close I could feel his breath on my penis. He had me turn around so that he could admire and feel my butt. I asked him, "Are you going to get naked too?" "Would you like me take my clothes off?" "Please!" He proceeded to remove his shirt, and I got to admire his hairy chest and stomach. Even before he removed his pants it was obvious that his cock was hard. When he got around to removing his pants his cock was every bit as large as it was t the bathhouse. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He had a lot of hair around his cock and dangling balls. While we were admiring each other's bodies he told me. "Are you aware of the ways men and boys can have fun with each other?" "I have heard stories and always dreaming that someday I would meet a man to teach me all about sex." He answered that by rubbing his body against mine. He asked if I had enjoyed that. I assured him that I had. He took me into his bedroom, and told me to lay on his bed, so I did. He joined me on the bed, and told me to lay on top of him. I felt my cock get hard as it pressed against his flesh. I loved the feeling of his body hair rubbing all over my body. He let out a moan, and told me, "Your smooth body feels great rubbing against me. There are more things that we can do to have more fun." "What kind 'a things?' He told me, "We can hold each other's cocks and rub them up and down the same way you saw those men doing at the bathhouse. Have you ever masturbated?" "What is that?" "That's when you rub your cock to make it feel good." "I do that sometimes, because it does feels good." "Can I show you how to jack-off properly?" He took hold of my penis, even before I say anything. He took hold of my little penis with a thumb and the tips of two fingers, and started milking my penis gently. I remember that the feeling was the most exciting feeling I had ever felt. He told me, "Lay back and he would make it feel really good." He used his free hand to rub all over my body, and it felt good too. The longer he did it the better it felt. I remember that it felt like I wanted to pee. When I told him about that, he told me that it was just a feeling cause because it felt good. It will feel a lot better shortly. That I would find out what it is like for a man to play with a boy. At one point while he was masturbating me with one hand and he was feeling my body with the other. At one point when I thought I was going to pee, but couldn't I felt him toying with my asshole with a finger, and It felt like I was going to pass out, and my eyes rolled back and I closed my eyes. When I recovered Bill asked, 'Would you like to do it to me?" His cock was very hard and sticking straight up. I wapped my right hand around the shaft of his cock, and my fingers barely touched my thumb. It was warm and I could actually feel his pulse pumping through the shaft. I started pulling the skin up and down over the purple knob. On the down stroke my hand rested in that mass of dark pubic hair. I exclaimed, "Woe, it's so hard and hot!" He said, "Keep going, and you will see what happens, when you get older." I kept pumping my hand up and down vigorously. His cock started throbbing in my hand, and he was moaning. He assured me that I was doing a good job. He told me to take hold of his balls, and I reached down and held his balls. I played with them at his instruction. I masturbated him until his cock erupted and shot white cum into the air to fall on his hairy belly and dribbled down all over my fingers. I had no idea what cum was, so I asked him what it was. While he relaxed, I felt the slippery liquid between my fingers than thumb, smelled my fingers and even tasted the liquid. He asked me what I thought of it, and I told him that I loved it. He told me that cum is what makes babies when put in women, but it was pure protein and good for the development of young boys. He told me to lick it up. After I licked his hairy belly clean. I asked him when will I be able to cum? He said, "It will be about 4 or 5 years before you will be old enough to cum. Don't worry about it you will be able to have dry cums until then. I love to see boys have dry cums. We spent the rest of the day naked, and masturbated each other several times before I had to go home. When he took me home I asked if he could pick me up tomorrow. He agreed to pick me up after he got off work, and promised to teach me more way to please men. I had a hard time going to sleep, because I wondered what he was planning to teach me. I was at the beach most of the day, and it was almost 6:00 pm by the time he found me and invited me to come home with him. As soon as were behind closed doors we took off our clothes and he took me to his bedroom. He had me lay on his bed, while he took a jar of Vaseline from his nightstand. I watched him with interest while he greased up his cock. Then he used his greasy fingers to lubricate my asshole. There was no doubt what he wanted to do, and it frightened me. I couldn't believe he could stick that thing in my butt. He leaned over me and whispered how much he loved me, and wanted to show me how much by making me his pussy boy! He warned me that if I didn't relax my asshole it would hurt a lot. He picked up my legs and rolled me up into ball with my butt sticking up in the air. He aimed his cock at my little pink asshole. I doubt he could have got it in if he hadn't greased it up so much. I lay there sweating as much as him while he fucked me. By the dime he squirted his load in my ass I was almost ready to pass out. I felt like the room was spinning. I had to lay there for several minutes before I could move. My asshole was throbbing with every heart best. It was all I could do to turn around and suck his cock clean. He made sure to clean my asshole up and apply something that felt cold to take some of the sting away. He took me home afterwards. A few weeks later he asked me if I would like to party with him and a friend of his. I couldn't refuse him anything. I believed if I refused he wouldn't make love to me again. The next time he picked me up he had another man with him. The man looked as old as him. When they picked me up I sat between them on the bench seat of the Chevy. While Bill drove us to his home the other man had my dick out and was playing with it all the way to Bill's house. This time I was sucking their cocks while the other ore was fucking my ass. I swallowed both of their cum before having to be taken home. By the end of summer I was even visiting the bathhouse to suck every cock there. the men would line up to fuck my ass. I couldn't hide my sexual preference for ever. My mother cried uncontrollably for days. She wrung her hands and wondered what she had done wrong. My father was furious and spanked me with a belt. He even forced he to go to our priest to confess my sin. The priest took me to a private room and let me suck his cock. My father never spoke to me again. I became the sweetheart of every horny old man in Boston. 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