Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2018 08:32:52 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Canadian Outing (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M Adult Youth, mas, oral, m/M 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 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Canadian Outing By Wolf In 1995 I lived with my parents in an apartment in Toronto, Canada. I was a 17 at the time. I was in denial at the time. I put on a straight from for my family and friends. In truth I knew I was attracted to guys but had never acted on my desires. Things changed on a Friday during aa school holiday; my parents were at work, so I decided to go for bike ride. I headed from the apartment building complex to a plaza and planned to return. While I was riding to the plaza I saw a guy, facing the back wall of the plaza. He was obviously taking leak. I figured that he was about 24-years-old, and he was wearing a dark blue T-shirt, blue jeans work pants and brown work boots. He looked a little unsteady. I thought 4:00 pm was a little early to be drinking. As I approached him he looked in my direction and turn to face me with cock in hand. There was a stream of urine running down the wall and running down the lain towards the low spot. I just continued riding around the corner before I stopped. My pulse was racing because I was thinking that this might be my chance. I debated about approaching him. I was afraid that he would probably be straight and would bound the shit of me. I sucked it up and turned around to approach him. He was now walking along the alley behind the plaza, in the opposite direction. As I stopped he stopped, looked back and kept on walking. I started peddling to catch up with him. He didn't look at me as he continued walking. I was trying to find something to say. Everything I though of would come off as offensive. I mean, how would he take it if I asked him if he wasn't interested in teenagers? I simply stopped alongside of him and he stopped and looked at me. I said, "It looks like your having trouble walking...can I be of help?" He didn't say anything but just looked at me. He had a worried look on his face. I said, "Maybe I can help you." He looked around in an apprehensive manner, "I was just taking a piss." I pointed at the building next to us, "I live right there and I'm happy to help you." I was nervous and my heart was pounding in my chest. I also had a boner being pressed into the saddle of my bike. I cupped my crotch and looked down at his. He didn't respond at all. I said, "I'll do everything. You just stand there, OK?" I got off my bike and turned in around, facing my apartment. He asked "Where we going?" I said, "Right here. I live here". I started to walk the bike and he followed. There's an opening in the fence at the back of plaza. We went through that and walked down a small hill to the back of the building. Now I'm trying to figure out where exactly we were going to go. My parent's apartment? No way. Then I thought about a men/women's sauna that is in the basement of the building, near the locker rooms. Never having been in there myself, I hoped it would be empty. I used my lobby key to get in through the back door. Neither one of us spoke. We took the stairs down, carrying my bike with me. Got to the sauna door. Noticed a sign that said: "Tue/Thus/Sat Women Only. Mon/Wed/Fri/Sun Men Only". Well, at least I got the day right. At the door I realized I didn't know if you needed a special key or if the lobby key would open it. Luckily my key opened it. It was fairly small, with two sinks on the left, two washroom stalls on the right and at the back the sauna. We went inside and I turned the thumb lock on the door. I checked the sauna. No one was there. I leaned my bike up against the sinks. The man had sobered up a lot in the last 10 minutes. He said, "I got to take another leak" and stepped into the first stall. I got a hard-on and my heart was pounding. He made to close the washroom stall door. I gently pushed it back and slid in too. He just looked at me but didn't say anything. He was standing directly in front of the toilet. I was standing against the partition to his right. I remember reaching over with my left hand and cupping my hand over his crotch. He didn't say anything or make any moves. I guess that it would all be up to me. I fumbled with his belt and undid it. There was a snap at the top. I pulled it apart and stopped. I massaged his crotch, really slow. My head is pounding and my cock hurt it was so hard. I pulled down his zipper and bent down. (A difficult task in the cramped space). He was wearing white underwear and I pulled down his pants just a little. I turned him so he faced me. I remember so clearly moving my hands from his crotch up to his stomach and back. His dark hair running straight up from his crotch (I'm smooth). And his abs were solid. My hands stopped there and I pressed against them and he pushed back. I next part is just a blur. I wanted to pull his pants right down. He wouldn't let me. So, I pulled down the front of this underwear and eased out his cock. He was cut (like me) and still soft. I immediately started licking and few seconds later took his cock into my mouth. I remember the manly smell of his crotch, the taste of his flesh and the feeling of his pre-cum. Once I got his cock in my mouth I wouldn't let it out until he came in my mouth. I probably wasn't that good at it...I'm a lot better at it now. I must have done a satisfactory job because his six- inch cock got hard and he squirted into my mouth. I had a hard-on that became painful. He didn't say a word. Didn't even touch me. I reached around him and grabbed his ass. I tried to work his pants down from the back but again he pulled them up. I thought maybe he'd groan or something when he came. Nothing. Just three strong pumps of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it. I knew I always would and dream about it often enough. He went soft pretty fast. I stood up and fiddled around with my pants to get them down. Pulled down my underwear and my cock sprung out. I reached out a took his left hand and moved it over to my cock. He didn't pull back but he didn't do anything either. I held his left hand with my left hand on my cock and jerked off with my right. About fifteen seconds later I shot off, gobs of cum over the toilet seat and on the floor. It took me a few seconds to calm down. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off my cock. I grabbed some more and attempted to clean him up but he took it and did it himself. We both zipped up and stepped out into the open area of the sauna. I went over to wash up at the sink. He headed towards the door and turned to look at me. I looked over and said "Thanks". He said, "No problem." And left. That was my first time and in some ways the best. I still get that pounding in my heart when I'm with a buddy of mine and we touch each other at the start. But it is never as strong a pounding as that first time. 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@gmail.com