Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:34:42 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Mr. Martin's Store (gay / adult youth, b/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an 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. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2007 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mr. Martin's Store By Wolf It all started just west of Highway 77 in Parkersburg, West Virginia. It was a lower middle class neighborhood. Like a lot of young boys Stephen found many reasons to visit the local general store to buy candy and soft drinks when ever he had change in his pockets. Stephen was rather small for his age. He was a rather skinny too. Because of his size he is a loner because he could not hold his own in a fight with boys his age. His sandy hair was a little long and scruffy looking. When he was in the little neighborhood general store he felt safe from the older boys. Mr. Martin and his mother own the store. They did not stand for any roughhousing in the store or on their property. Mr. Martin was a 40 year old about five-foot eleven. His hair was dark but starting to turn gray. Most of the time he had denim apron over a sports shirt and cotton pants. Mrs. Martin was a medium sized woman that was overweight. She looked like the sweet grandmotherly type but she was a protective mother when it came to her 40 year old son. The store was stocked with a wide variety of products. The children in the neighborhood tended to hang out there. They bought junk food and read the comics without buying them. The boys were also doing their best to slip some of the more erotic reading material into their jackets when they thought they were not being observed. One day Stephen stopped by the store to buy his favorite soft drink, Pepsi Cola. He was sipping on it while browsing through the candy counter when Mr. Martin asked him if he would like t earn some money helping him straighten out the storeroom in the basement. Stephen said he would be glad to help. Just being asked made him feel sort of "grown up" a little more mature than 10 years old. He felt special just being asked. The two of them went downstairs while Mr. Martin's mother looked after the store. They moved boxes around for a while. The basement was cool but they worked up a sweat. Mr. Martin asked to Stephen about family, friends and about his feelings about school. Over the next few weeks Stephen helped in the storeroom almost daily. One such day Mr. Martin asked him what size his pants were. He said that he wanted to buy his nephew some like that. Stephen didn't know what size his pants were. Mr. Martin asked if he could check the label inside the waistband. Stephen had no objections. He asked Stephen to undo his pants so he could check the label. Stephen knew that what he was asking was supposed to be wrong but he had a feeling in his stomach and between his legs that insured that he wanted to do what was being asked. When he had opened his pants Mr. Martin pulled the pants down from behind and moved his head close enough that Stephen could feel the man's breath on his backside. Mr. Martin complained that the label was so faded that he could not read it. Then he asked if he could check the label on his underpants. Stephen simply said sure. Mr. Martin pulled the boy's pants down around his ankles. Then he knelt on one knee as he pulled the underpants away from the smooth butt. His head was so close that Stephen could feel the man's breath on his butt. The basement was cool so the breath felt warm. They held that position for what seemed like an awkward amount of time. Mr. Martin asked if he could just look at he butt. Stephen felt goose bumps running up and down his back. He also realized very quickly that what he was asking was what he had been told was naughty. Instead of being put off, he sort of liked the naughtiness of letting the man look at his naked butt. He allowed the man to look all he wanted. Mr. Martin eventually pulled the underpants down to the boy's ankles too. Then he held the boy by the hips and moved around so that he was under the bare light bulb for better light. He sat on a stack of boxes behind Stephen. Mr. Martin was talking very softy all of the time about what a nice boy he was and what a pretty butt he had. Stephen felt the man's hands on his butt gently parting the two spheres and his warm breath on his tightly puckered asshole. He was getting very excited by the attention he was receiving and being naked from the waist down with this older man looking at his butt. His penis was standing out in front of his body even without touching it. Mr. Martin asked the boy if he wanted to feel something really good. Stephen simply nodded his head affirmatively. Even though something deep inside him told him that this was dead wrong. At the same time he didn't want to stop what the man was doing. Stephen really did not know what sex was all about. He just knew he like the feelings rushing through his body. He felt the stubble of the man's coarse whiskers brushing against his butt. He knew the man was kissing his butt. Then he felt the man kissing and licking his butt hole. It was a strange mix of almost pain and pleasure. The stubble rasping the cheeks of his butt was almost like sand paper and the tongue licking his asshole was thrilling. It almost felt like electricity when he felt the tongue press against his butt hole and entered the hole. It was making Stephen feel funny inside. Mr. Martin sort of came up for a breath of air and asked, "Stephen please bend over more." Stephen placed his hand on a lower shelf in front of him. He read the labels on the can while the man pushed at one leg until the boy stepped out of the pants and spread his legs. He felt something working its way inside of him. He looked between his legs and could tell that the man was sticking a finger into his butt hole. He saw the man spitting on his finger as he forced it into his butt. The man just gently inserted the finger without moving it around much. With out another word he turned Stephen around and with the finger still in the boy's butt he started sucking the boy's little breakfast sized sausage penis. Stephen felt like he was melting. He had jacked-off before by squeezing his dick. He had even looked at himself in a mirror trying to picture what he would look like as a girl by stuffing his dick between his legs so that it looked like a girl's pussy. No one else had ever touched him down there before. It felt like his dick was longer and stiffer than it had ever been before. He could not tell for sure because it was in the man's mouth. The feeling boiled up inside of him until he had his first dry orgasm. It was the strongest orgasm he had ever had to date. Mr. Martin removed his finger from Stephen's asshole and let the boy get used to after glow of the dry climax. He had pushed his apron aside while sucking the boy's dick and was playing with his own cock quite vigorously. Stephen was stunned to see a grown man's doing that for the first time. He took the finger that had been stuffed into his asshole and held it under his own nose. He climaxed while sniffing his finger. He shot cum all over the place. Some even landed on the boy's legs. While the man rubbed the liquid into the boy's legs he admonished him not to tell anyone what they had done. Stephen stepped back into his underpants and pants. He pulled them up and was headed for the stairs while buckling his belt. He had a lot to think about. Stephen was hooked. Even though, Mr. Martin had a bit of a pot belly Stephen found him very attractive. He wanted to look like him when he grew up. He went back to the store a few days later. It was early afternoon. Stephen was excited to see the man. When the store was rather empty he told Mr. Martin that he had been thinking about the storeroom. He was a bit nervous and furtively scanned the store for someone that might hear what he was saying to the man. "I thought about what we did in the storeroom. I want to do that again." Mr. Martin gave him a warm smile. For a moment he lost control and hugged Stephen. He gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. He quickly regained his composure. He stood up and handed Stephen a large Mr. Good bar. He picked up his phone and he asked his mother to come down and look after the store for awhile. When she arrived she gave Stephen a warm smile as she stroked his hair. She took her place behind the counter. Mr. Martin told her that Stephen was going to help him in the storeroom as he led the boy to the back of the store where the stairs to the basement were. Stephen wondered if she knew what they were going to do but dismissed it as his guilty feelings about doing something her knew he should not be doing. As some soon they were behind the closed door he asked Stephen if he would let him see his naked body again. Stephen simply started removing his clothes as they walked towards the pallet of boxes Mr. Martin had sat on the last time. Mr. Martin watched as the boy stepped out of his pants and underpants. This time Mr. Martin took off his own apron and removed his pants too. He removed his boxer shorts too. All they had on was their T-shirts. Mr. Martin already had a hard-on. Not that his penis was more than average size. It was just that it was thicker than any dick he had ever seen. He told the boy that he could hold it if he wanted. Stephen wrapped his hand around the man's dick. He had never seen an uncircumcised cock before. The skin was very loose. When he pushed the skin back he saw that the knob did look more like his own. The man wrapped his hand around Stephen's and demonstrated how to masturbate the cock. He was muttering "Oh, oh..." under his breath as the boy jacked him off. Stephen was thinking how hard and silky the thing felt, all at the same time. He was very excited by all of this and the cool air in the basement made it even more noticeable that they were naked from the waist down. As Stephen jacked him off Mr. Martin rubbed the boy's shoulders. Slowly his hand worked its way down his back. He felt his hand on his naked butt as it was worming its way into his crack searching for his little puckered asshole. Mr. Martin asked, "Would you feel my balls?" Stephen reached down and cupped them. They were covered with scraggly hairs and very wrinkled. While he played with them the man told him how good that felt. He told Stephen to reach between his legs and feel his asshole. Then he told him to speed it up. He felt the man pushing backwards against Stephen's finger. It went in a little. He told Stephen that his finger in his butt hole was thrilling to him. Mr. Martin bent forward just a bit more. When he did Stephen wet his finger with his mouth and then pushed his finger inside of the man right up to his fist. After a few minutes of playing around with his ass he started wiggling his finger around inside of the man's asshole. Mr. Martin suddenly tensed up and his face got all contorted and turned red. He shot cum out on spurts until it just dribbled over his fingers. Most of what Stephen could see of it landed on the concrete floor. He was literally shaking. He was gasping for air in short gulps. It took him a little time to recover before he turned Stephen around facing the wall. He squatted behind him and started licking the boy's butt. When he parted his butt he licked the crack from the boy's scrotum to the dimples when the cheeks came together. Stephen was defiantly beginning to enjoy having his asshole licked. Mr. Martin told him to bend way over and spread his legs for him. The next thing he did was reach around to take hold of the boy's dick with his thumb and forefinger to jack him off. That was the first time another hand jacked him off. It was only a matter of moments before the excitement caught up and he had another dry climax. Mr. Martin was telling him that he had the nicest ass he had ever seen. They washed up in a deep sink in the basement next to the tinny office. As they were getting ready to leave he reminded Stephen that it was their secret and to come back any time he wanted to play. One of the times Stephen was in the basement sitting on the naked man's lap and he was jacking off the boy with his thumb and forefinger. Stephen was sucking on the man's nipples. He found it thrilling to feel the hairs that ringed the man's nipples in his mouth. After awhile he placed Stephen on his feet so that he could stick things into his asshole. Stephen was stopping by the store once or twice a week by that time. Several months passed by when ever he would stop by Mr. Martin would let his mother watch the store so that they could retreat to his basement office. That was their safe place to indulge in their games of sex. Mr. Martin was fascinated with Stephen's butt. Stephen was also just as eager to strip off his clothes to allow the man to play with his butt or dick at will. The man never seemed to get enough of sticking a finger into the boy's butt so that he could suck his smelly finger afterwards. He also loved to stick his tongue directly into the boy's butt too. This time Mr. Martin asked Stephen to play with his butt. He spread out an old wool Army blanket on the floor and got on his knees and elbows so that the boy could inspect his butt all he wanted. Stephen knelt behind him on the scratchy blanket and looked at the man's butt. Mr. Martin reached back with his head resting on the blanket to part his own butt cheeks. Stephen ran his finger up and down the sweaty valley. He even smelled his fingers like the man had done. He was surprised that the man's asshole practically sucked his finger into the brown hole. Mr. Martin had some objects laying around for them to play with. There was a cut off end of a broom handle. There was a jar of creamy stuff on a shelf handy. There was even some fake waxed fruit, which puzzled Stephen. The boy stared at the man's crack before he put his nose close enough to the hole to smell it. It was not that bad to smell. He figured if it excited the man that much he would have to learn why. Mr. Martin asked him to put some of the cream into his asshole. Then he told the boy to put some onto the handle of a screwdriver. "Then put the handle inside my butt-hole, son." Stephen was fascinated watching the way the dangling cock swung back and forth while he was stuffing the handle in and out of the man's asshole. The man was moaning while he was being fucked in the ass by the tool. He watched as the man took hold of his swinging cock and played with himself. He could feel the man pushing backwards to forced the handle deeper into his ass. Stephen kept doing that until the man asked him to replace the screwdriver with the wooden broom handle because it was longer. While Stephen was doing that he got his first whiff of the odor of anal sex. It wasn't that unpleasant. It was just was a unique smell. He was being turned on by the sight of things going in and out of the man's asshole. Just to prove how stretchable his asshole was Mr. Martin selected a green apple and allowed Stephen to stuff it into his asshole until it was completely inside his ass. Then he slowly extruded from his hole. Stephen could not believe that anything that large could be stuffed into the man's hole. He also kind of like the power he had over the man when he was fucking him. He enjoyed watching him squirm around and hear him moaning. Mr. Martin asked Stephen to stick the screwdriver back in and fuck him hard and fast. He even reached back and took hold of the boy's wrist to demonstrate how he wanted him to use the tool. He had Stephen keep it up until he was almost ready to cum. He just fell forward onto the blanket and the handle of the screwdriver practically shot across the office. He was humping his dick between the scratchy blanket and his belly. Mr. Martin rolled over and sat up as he asked the boy if he could suck his cock again. His dick was still hard. He smeared cream all over his fingers and stuck two up the boy's rump while he sucked the little sausage into his mouth. Stephen had another dry cum. Mr. Martin was so excited that he jacked himself off right after Stephen had cum. Stephen was thrilled at the experience. They washed up in the deep sink. Mr. Martin asked him if he would like to try having something more than a finger or tongue in his ass. Stephen thought he was talking about a screwdriver handle. He went home to think about that. He learn another day what he wanted to stick into his butt hole. 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