Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2023 17:27:59 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Encinitas Education (Gay, Interracial, oral, anal, b/bmmmM) Bennings, Interracial, oral, anal, b/bmmmM 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 boy and teenage boys. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Encinitas Education By Wolf When my mother divorced my father in Stillwater, Oklahoma she couldn't get out of the Red State fast enough. I was in my third year of school. When we made our move to San Diego, California. We sent a few belongings west by bus and made the long drive by bus. Mom struggled to find a job and a place to live. We moved to the little farm community north of San Diego called Encinitas. Encinitas is the home office of the largest grower of gladiolus and poinsettias flowers in California. They ship the red and white poinsettias all over the nation for Christmas and they ship the gladiolus cut to be sold in flower markers everywhere, and the seeds also packaged and sold all over the world. My Mom got a job working for them. During the season they cut and ship flowers. When the season is over, they gather the bulbs and clean and put them into cold storage. They deliberately have huge fields visible from the Interstate 5 Highway that people can visit. There are blocks of colorful red, blue, gold, lavender, pink, purple, yellow, and white single- colored flowers. That is allowed to go to seed to be packaged and sold around the world. A large portion of my mother's fellow employees are Mexican, a few Asians and whites. Because of the economics of our situation, we were forced to live in the cheapest little homes possible. Our neighbors were uneducated Mexicans. Of course, the boys in the neighborhood resented having a blond boy with freckles living in the area, and going to schools with them. Mom spent long hours working, and as a result I was a latch key kid. One our neighbors was the Nunez family. There was the father, mother, and five boys. He worked in the fields all day, and she was a stay-at-home wife. They had five boys. She was about a size 12 dress, with dark brown hair with a hint of red highlights. I learned Spanish from her and her sons. She became like a second mother to me. Her sons and I became close friends and I hung out with them. The fifth son was sixteen and his name was Jesus. He was old enough to talk when they immigrated to California and was very Mexican. The fourth son was fifteen and name was Hector. He was a talented soccer player. The third son was thirteen and named Jode. He was a skateboarder. The fourth son was ten and named Manual. He was the same age as me. We were in the same classes. The youngest son was eight and named Rafauel. He was the brightest of their children. I made friends with the two young children first. I took some abuse from the three older boys before they accepted me as an extended member of their family. I occasionally had run-ins with other boys until I learned enough Spanish to be able to cuss like the rest of them. Spending so much time at Moonlight Beach the freckles on my shoulders were like one big freckle and I had a lot of freckles. When I tanner it never lasted long and was never as dark as my Mexican friends though. The five boys were far more worldly than me when I first met them. They were constantly poking each other and making rude remarks about each other in both English and Spanish. I eventually learned enough Spanish to be able to converse in their language. Most of the children in the area played Soccer. (They called it Futbol.) I learned to play the game fast enough. I was also quick, late I became a middle-distance runner for our high school. Manual and I were in the same classroom and we became best buddies and were constantly hanging out with each other and finding ways to get into mischief, like taking a quart bottle of Coke and dropping thirteen Mentos into the bottle. The result was that we not only made a mess on the floor, we got the ceiling wet. We had to wash the ceiling and floor of the sticky mess. We often slept at each other's home. At his home the two older brothers shared a room and the three younger brothers shared a room. Jode slept on an old Army cot, Manual and Rafauel slept on Army bunk bed, with the younger brother on top. Manual and I were crowded when we slept in the same bed but we managed. It was natural that we started playing with each other's penis, because we were curious about what each other's cocks looked like. Our cocks were very much alike except he was darker tan. The brown color of his body and the mushroom head was a darker purple. At that time our scrotums had not dropped. We began masturbating each other's penises and even maneuvered around to suck each other's cocks. Jode saw what we were doing and got out of his bed and came over and his dick was sticking out of his underwear, and he insisted that we suck his cock. It is a wonder we kept it from Jode for as long as we did. The four older brothers knew where there was an abandoned barn that was in a remote location where they could indulge in all manner of sex play. There was a filthy old couch and an equally filthy old mattress in there and we added our own spunk to the filth. I was fascinated by the two older brothers because they had been born in Mexico by midwives and had not been circumcised. Jesus and Hector's cocks were so brown they were almost black. They both had foreskins: Jesus's foreskin dangled limply a good half inch. Jode's cock was just as dark, but his foreskin didn't completely cover his mushroom head and it prevented it from developing that fat roll around the head. His head even looked a little flat on top. When they peeled back the foreskin, I saw what they called head cheese. If they didn't clean their cocks properly, they developed little yellowish beads that were made up of dead skin cells, piss, and cum. I soon learned that head cheese tasted bitter. The five of us had a lot of fun feeling around in the dilapidated old building. We smoked cigarettes and drank beer we had pilfered. We sucked each other's cocks. Jesus's cum was the first I ever tasted. Manual and I fucked each other for the first time. The next to breed me was Jode, Hector, and finally Jesus. I got very comfortable being fucked and I did enjoy fucking Manual and Jode, but Hector and Jesus, both felt it was beneath them to be fucked by younger guys. We waited until Rafauel was older. He eventually followed us to the old building and witnessed what we were doing. He became a full-fledged member of our group when he was 10-years-old. He didn't like his older brother's nasty cocks, but he loved Jode's, Manual's, and mine. It was inevitable that their mother became aware of what we were doing. I expected that I was going to be in trouble with her. She turned out to be very understanding and even encouraged me to show affection to her boys in her presence. I learned that she never wore bras or panties under dresses. She even stuck a finger up her vagina and masturbated a little and let me smell her fingers. Before the school year was over, I was walking up the hill from Moonlight Beach to the old Pacific Coast Highway on my way home, and an old Mustang Fastback pulled over and offered me a ride. I thought the man was nice looking. He looked to be about 40-years-old. He was wearing khaki shorts, a reversed cotton Hawaiian sports shirt, and I could tell that his casual shores were hand made Italian. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, he placed his hand on my bare thigh. I got a hard-on that tented up my trunks. The wet sand in the crotch of the mesh lining of the trunks was drying out and chafing my inner thighs, and starting to spill out of the legs of the trunks. I was getting sand on the upholstery of his car and getting sand on the carpet of the passenger side of the car. I said: "I think I should pay to have your car vacuumed. I'm spilling sand all over your car." The man said: "I notice that you look like you're about to poke a hole in the front of your trunks." We both laughed and he said: "I have an apartment just a short trip from here where you can take a shower and we can do something about the wood you're sporting!" I reached over the console and felt the bulge on his shorts and squeezed his thick cock. He really did have an apartment close by. While I was taking a shower, he stripped off his clothes and joined me in the shower. We stood there under the spray of water milking each other's cocks before I knelt and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off. By the time I finished swallowing his cum, the water had grown cold. We dried off and I allowed him to fuck me. He was pleased to find out that I was able to take his adult cock without any fuss. I became very popular among the gay community. 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