Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2017 09:00:12 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Mr. Johnson and GK (Gay/Adult Youth, dom, oral, anal, b/M, b/bMMM) Adult Youth, dom, oral, anal, b/M, b/bMMM 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@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mr. Johnson and GK By Wolf I grew up on farm outside of Iowa City. It was expected that I would find a job during the summer vacation from school. I was offered a job working for a gentleman that owned a neighboring farm, named Mr. Johnson. He was a widower that lived three miles from our farm. He has the reputation of being bit of recluse, and his farm house was located at the end of a dirt lane a couple hundred yards long. Like most farm in the area there was a large barn adjacent to the house with a detached garage. The garage was equipped with enough equipment to change engines on cars, trucks and farm equipment. I rode my bicycle from my parent's farm to his farm. I enjoyed the feeling of seclusion as I rode my bike up the tree lined lane under a canopy of trees, with tall sweet corn fields on both sides of the lane. When I reached the house, I leaned my bike against the side of the house and approached the front porch. As I walked up the wooden steps the wood creaked and as I knocked on the door I had to wait for some time before Mr. Johnson answered the door. When he opened the door, I was looking at a tall man that was shirtless and wearing blue bib overalls. He noticed me staring at his gorgeous body and his white chest hair, as he invited me in I noticed the brass button on his hip was not closed allowing me to see a portion of his hip and realized he was not wearing underwear. He led me to his kitchen where he had me sit at the table to talk to me. He told me that he was looking for a young man that was willing to do whatever he wanted. As he said that, he placed his strong hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. I had an idea what he was asking of me, because my older brother had broken me into servicing his cock in the bathroom and at night in our bedroom. As Mr. Johnson ran his hand up my thigh towards my crotch, he told me to refer to him as 'Barn Master' and service his needs. As he said that he squeezed the crotch of my jeans. I sprang a boner. He gave me a knowing smile. He pulled me to my feet and took me in his arm and kissed me on the mouth. It was breath taking to feel the stubble of his beard on my face as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Then he led me to his bedroom by the crotch of my jeans. He had me stand next to his brass bed while he removed my T-shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. He pushed me backwards until I sat down on his bed, so that he could remove my shoes and socks before removing my pants and underwear. I sat there watching Mr. Johnson unfastened the shoulder straps of his coveralls. I watched in amassment as he let the coveralls fall to the floor around his feet. He was sporting an 8-inch long slender cock and a scrotum dangling low, and he had white pubic hair above his cock and on his scrotum. He grasped his cock with his right hand and pulled back the foreskin exposing the head of his cock. It looked almost pointed as if the foreskin prevented his head to develop a roll around it. I had never seen a cock with foreskin before. As I sat there he pulled my head towards his crotch and with his right hand grasping his cock he wiped the head of his cock against my lips. There was a clear drop of pre-cum on the opening of his cock that he smeared against my lips before forcing his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock until he squirted his load of cum into my mouth. He held the back of my head until I swallowed his cum. When he released my head, he placed a studded dog collar around my neck and attached a leash before leading me down stairs to his unfinished basement. He led me to an old leather chair and made me kneel between his legs and with the flip of a switch plunged the basement into total darkness and made me suck his cock again. After he came into my mouth again he let go with a stream of his warm salty piss. I was forced to swallow as fast as I could swallow his piss, but his urine spilled out of the corners of my mouth flowing down his balls on to the floor. I can still remember the taste of his salty piss, and the feeling of the cold concrete on my knees and feet. With subsequent visits Mr. Johnson taught me to strip naked in his detached garage and place the leather collar around my neck and walk naked to the front of his house to knock on the door. I still get a hard on thinking about that breezy walk from the garage to the porch to knock on his door. The first time he led me naked from his home to his two outlier barns. The flies were biting my ankles. The barns were out fitted with stalls and alley ways for his goats and pigs, he had me service his cock with my mouth in the middle of the barn. Eventually he would take me out there and bind me by the wrists before making me get down on my hands and knees so that he could stick that long un-cut cock in my ass and fucked me in front of his goats and pigs. When I wanted to spend the night with him on a weekend I would tell my parents I was sleeping over at a friend's house before go to Barn Master's farm. After a few months he started inviting several of his retired friends to come over and watch college football games. While they watched the games, I would be naked with my collar around my neck, and servicing them. I was their complete slave for those fall afternoons and Sunday mornings and made to do anything and everything they desired. It was incredible, one time during half-time he blindfolded me and bound me to a post in the goat pen and the men took turns breeding me, and then making me sucking all of their cocks clean after they fucked me. One of his friends brought his own son with him for a special sleepover. The four of us were in the master bedroom and the ex was incredible. While the other boy and I sucked each other's cock, the two men fucked our assholes. Every session would end with Barn Master and I washing each other clean and making out in his tub/shower before I rode home. 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