Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 11:05:22 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Cock Hound James (Gay/Beginnings, oral, anal, b/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. Cock Hound James By Wolf My life changed shortly before the age of eleven and it lasted for about four years. I grew up on a farm in the lowlands of southern Scotland near the English border. There was an older boy living on the neighboring farm that became my best friend and I developed a crush on him because I thought he was so handsome. Allen was a stocky five-foot nine and I was a slim boy barley over five feet tall. We were like brothers. We spent all of our free time together. As I remember it we were playing one afternoon in a wooded area near or farms when Allen announced that he need to take a piss. He opened his pants and pulled out a large penis and proceeded to piss on a rock in front of him. I also opened my pants and pulled out my own penis and pissed the same rock. I was fascinated with the size of his cock as he stood there with his cock in hand. I wanted to hold his cock but didn't have the nerve to ask him. Nothing more happened that day. Another day we were in his upstairs bedroom and he was showing me some nasty pictures he had. He had a collection of photographs hidden in a box among a larger box of toys. They were of men having sex with each other. There were nude pictures of men sucking cocks and fucking each other. I was fascinated by the sight of cocks being stuck in the arse holes of other men. Allen pulled down his pants and underwear and started wanking his cock. I admired the size of his cock and that he had a mat of brown pubic hair. He set about milking the lizard as he called it. I knelt buy his bed to watch him closely. He reached for my hand and pulled it to his worm and had me milk it for him. I was surprised to see a white substance squirt out of it and land on his belly. The last drop flowed out and onto my fingers. I withdrew my hand and smelled my fingers and tasted the stuff he called cum. I didn't mind the taste. He wiped up the cum with a rag and pulled up his underwear and pants. He returned the pictures to their hiding place. That was the end of that introduction to sex with males. Until another time. Days later we were in the barn on his parent's farm. This time he had me take down my pants and underwear before he did the same thing. He sat on a stack of bags of seeds and had me turn my back to him and sit on his lap with his cock between my legs. I closed my thighs on it. His cock was long enough that there was a good amount of his cock sticking up below my own balls and cock. It was almost like his cock was a larger version of my own. I took hold of it and milked it until he squirted cum all over my thighs. After we cleaned up and straightened up our clothes we exited the barn before we drew unwanted attention to our being in the barn so long. On another occasion when we were in his room while his parents were in town we stripped off our clothes and while he lay on his bed and he spit on his cock and used his hand to sored it all over his cock. Then he lad me lay on my sided next to him. He stuck his cock between my thighs and started humping me like he was fucking me. I enjoyed the feeling and actually wondered what it would feel like if he were to fuck my arse like the men in the photos were doing. When he was about to cum he pulled back and squirted his cum all over my butt. We got together in a number of places to engage in sex for several months. There were times he would squirt his cum on my cock and balls. He even got me to suck his cock until I had to swallow his cum. I asked him to fuck me, and he asked me if I was sure I was ready for that. I assured him that I wanted him to fuck me. He cautioned me that it would hurt a lot at first. He told me that it would be easier the more I was fucked, so I agreed. We made a pilgrimage back to that secluded location in the woods where we had pissed on the rock. This time he had me drop my pants and underwear and he dropped his own pants and underwear. He spit on his cock and approach me from behind as I prostrated myself over the large round rock. I reached back with both hands and spread my butt. Then I felt the large head of his cock press against my arse hole and he hadn't lied about it hurting. I wanted to beg him to pull it out, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. I did whimper and grown as his cock disappeared into my butt. I was relieved when I felt the weight of his body pressing against my butt because there was nothing more he could shove into me. He paused before starting to fuck me, either rest or to allow me to become accustom to the feeling of his cock in me. When he started fucking me he hung onto my hips. I grunted with every thrust. When he shot his load in my bowel it was a relief when he pulled out, but my arse was throbbing. When I reached back it was swollen and gapping open and the flesh was warm. Cum was dripping out and trickling down the seam of my balls to drop onto the grown between my legs. Allen used a handkerchief to clean us up before we got dressed. I waddled down the trail like I still had id cock up my butt. It took a couple of days before my arse stopped throbbing, and a few more days before I sought out Allen to have him fuck me again. True to his word the second time was easier but it still hurt. I 'm not even sure how many times he fucked me before I became aware that it didn't hurt. That was the beginning of a long career of cock hunting. 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