Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2017 16:27:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Jimmy is Brought Out (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/MMMbbbb) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, b/MMMbbbb 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. Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Jimmy is Brought Out By Wolf I grew up in central California in the eighties. Like many families separated, so they shared custody of me. One lived in Ceres, a community south of Modesto on highway 99. The other lived in Pleasant Hill. After the school year, when I was 9-years-old I lived permanently with my mother. About the same time, I became aware of my own sexuality. When my mother was not around I would get in her bedroom and sit in front of her dresser and apply her makeup on my face. I would put on face powder, mascara, lipstick, and rouge. Then I would practice walking like a seductive woman in front of her mirror. I think my mother was aware of me using her makeup, but she didn't comment about it. I had also discovered the pleasures of masturbation, an activity I enjoyed a lot. While watching myself in the mirror I would tuck my dick between my legs to make me look more like a girl. This activity went on regularly for the next couple of years. When I was 11-years-old my mother sent me to the store to buy a gallon of milk and a box of 'Bisquick.' I rode my bike to our local convenience store. It was early on a Sunday morning, and I was the only person in the store other than the clerk, named Bill. He bagged my purchase and rang it up, but he gave me back more change than I expected. When I was outside I checked the receipt, and he hadn't charged me for the milk, so I returned to point out his mistake. He was so grateful for my honesty, he allowed me to select any ice cream Bar I wanted. I chose a 'Dove' bar. And took it home to shave with Mother. Later that week I was walking home from school and Bill pulled up alongside of me in his old pickup, and offered me a ride. "Hay Buddy, can I give you a lift?" I hopped in and he drove me home. I was a latch key kid, because my mom was at working. When we got there, he asked if I had something cold for him to drink, so I invited him in. He sat at the table and I poured us both a glass of ice tea. When I brought them to the table he patted his knee, and asked me to sit on his lap. I thought it was weird but I went along with it. While I was on his lap, he slid one hand up the front of my shirt and the other up the back of my shirt. He started rubbing my torso and my back, and telling me that he noticed that when I was walking away that my butt moved from side to side like a woman's. He asked if I felt sexy when I walked that way. I must gave blushed the entire time he was talking to me. Instead of waiting on an answer he kissed me softly on the cheek, and told me that he wanted me to be his boyfriend. "Would you like that, Jimmy?" I nodded as if I were under a spell. "Good boy" he told me, then he kissed me again, only this time he kissed me on the mouth and added some tongue. When he broke the kiss, he scooted me off of his knee, and told me to meet him the next day at the same corner where he picked me up. When he left I was so horny, so I hurried to my mom's room and applied some blush and mascara, then I pranced walking about like the love sick 6th grader I was. My 3-inch dick was sticking straight out in front of me. I felt like I could drive nails with it. I jacked off until I had a dry orgasm. The next day Bill picked me up, and we went to his house. When we went inside he sat in his recliner, and put me on his lap, then we kissed again. While we were kissing he grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge in his shorts. I could feel his hard dick through his shorts, and he encouraged me to give it a firm squeeze. When I did, he said, "Good boy." My heart skipped two beats. What he did next would change my life forever. He scooted me off of his lap, and took my pants down. My hard-little wiener was standing straight up at its full 3 inches, and he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the end. Then he turned me so that I was facing away from him, and pulled my butt cheeks apart, and I felt his hot breath tickling my asshole. All of the sudden, I felt the most sinful and delicious sensation as he treated me to my very first rim job. When he finished eating out my asshole, he pulled my pants back up and we kissed one more time before he drove me home. After that I started seeing him every day. I would lie to my mom and tell her that I was off to ride my bike to get an ice cream at Thrifty's, or to hang out with friends. Then I was hurry to Bill's house and have my bottom eaten, and eventually fingered. Not long after the first rim job, he introduced me to sucking his cock. He had me stay on my knees and it start by kissing my way up his shaft, then licking around the ridge of his crown. Finally, he taught me the proper way to take the head into my mouth without biting and then he taught me how to deep throat his one eyed monster. About a month after we met, Bill told me I was ready for anal sex. So, he put me on my hands and knees, and gave me a pillow to hold on to. He told me that he loved me, and that the pain would be temporary, and to squeeze the pillow as hard as I could if it started to hurt too badly. Sure enough, the penetration was painful at first, but I soldiered through it, and he told me how proud he was of me. Then he gave me my first ever butt fucking. The next day I showed up at his door already lubed up. I hurried home from school, and used a glob of Vaseline to slick my asshole up, then I rode to his house. As soon as he let me in I dropped my pants and bent over, anxious for him to fuck me. Not long after that, I started showing obvious signs of being gay around home. and my mom asked me about my sexuality. I had no choice, so I admitted to being gay, and sexually active. Instead of forbidding me from seeing who ever I was having sex with, she seemed to withdraw and cared less and less about my comings and goings. I stopped trying to conceal my cum-crusted-tidy-whites, and would just toss them in the hamper for her to wash. . Bill was my first sexual partner, but as I grew up more and more insatiable for cock he wasn't my only lover. Soon I was putting out for various men and boys The next person I came out to was one of my teachers. His name was Mr. Terry. I was mesmerized by the site of so many boys in the locker room during Physical Education (P E) and there were quite a few of my classmates that I wanted to put out for. Bill had taught me the pleasures of eating assholes, and sometimes I would look at their butts and imagine what they tasted like. So, I approached Mr. Terry, my homeroom teacher one day. and asked to speak with him. He always made time for me and in the past told me I could come to him about anything. I think he could tell that I was gay, because of the swishy way I walked. I timidly admitted to him that I was gay, and that I wanted to come out. He asked me why, and I was honest, and he eventually came onto me. I would hurry to his classroom before first period just to be able to sit on his lap and kiss him, but more often than not he would let me suck him off. Eventually Mr. Terry introduced me to other teachers who wanted to play with me. He also brought some boys around. One of them was Nicholas who was 13 when I was 12. He would apply makeup to my face and then kiss me before the men had their way with us. The men would watch me eat the boy's asshole, and suck his cock, then they would fuck both of us. There were other boys too, and the men never played with our dicks, and none of the other boys ever played with mine but I never asked them to. Nicholas and I would cuddle after the men finished with us and we would bask in the afterglow together. After I finished Junior High I stopped wearing makeup. One of the other teachers was from the elementary school I had attended, and three of the others were from the high school that I would eventually attend. They promised me that I would have some steady cock to keep my mouth and my butt busy when I got to high school, and they kept their word. I also got fucked by a few cute upper classmen my freshman year, and put out to some of the jocks on the football team all through high school. Another guy I met when I was 12 was Jason, a young bachelor who lived in our neighborhood. I got to know him when I used his curb to try to jump my bike and took a tumble. Before long he noticed my lisp and my dainty walk, and had a talk with me about it. It eventually came out that I was gay, and after a few more months of me hitting on him, I got laid in his garage. He was the one who told me about the Brave Bull and sometimes he would give me a ride to and from there. I would frequent a gay bar called The Brave Bull. I couldn't get inside but I hung out in the parking lot and the alley behind the bar, where plenty of men were willing to fuck me or let me suck them off. When I turned 13 I found myself in the company of several men who I was sleeping with and they all took turns barebacking me in a utility room behind the bar. When the night was over I was so sore that I could barely ride my bike home. When I got home so many cum loads had run out of my ass that my briefs were saturated with semen and the ass of my 501 jeans was saturated. I started bringing boys home after school when I was in the 8th grade, and let them fuck me. This went on all the way through high school and college. Sometimes I would change out of my cummy underwear and sometimes I wouldn't. Also, I didn't have my first real orgasm until I was 19 years old, and even then, I didn't care about my own dick. I just loved getting other guys off, and letting them fuck me in the ass. I lived with my mom until I was 22, and unless she changed my sheets and did my laundry they never got washed. To this day I'm a submissive bottom slut who loves a good rooting and a generous seeding of my ass. 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