Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:30:57 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 2 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 2 The Mirror By Wolf It was Stephen's practice to stop by the little general store regularly to visit with Mr. Martin. One time they were in the basement office. Stephen had already removed his pants and under shorts. Mr. Martin had removed his apron. After taking down his pants and boxer shorts he was naked from the waist down too. They were just playing with each other's dick for a few minutes when he said, "I will be right back." He went into the stockroom and returned with mirror used for the back of bathroom or bedroom doors. It was about 4 feet long and 18 inches wide. After closing the door he placed the mirror on the concrete floor. Mr. Martin positioned Stephen straddle the mirror. Stephen could look straight down and see his own little scrotum and dick. Mr. Martin stood behind the boy and told him to squat down and place his hands on his own knees. That was Stephen could look down at the mirror and not only see his balls, cock and asshole. Mr. Martin knelt straddle the mirror too. Stephen watched in the reflection as Mr. Martin's face moved close enough to lick his asshole. His tongue was swabbing the boy's crack and poking at the little opening. Stephen thought it was very sexy to see what the man was doing to him. Mr. Martin kept asking if he could see what was going on. All Stephen could say was, "Yesssss!" "Do you like what you see?" He asked. "Oh yaaaa!" Stephen said. After a few minutes of licking and probing the boy's asshole he began a process of poking gin finger inside the boy's butt hole. When he would withdraw his finger he would suck on it. Then he would stick it back into the boy's butt again and again. Stephen was so excited he was squirming and wiggling his rear around. He was watching when Mr. Martin pushed his middle finger into his butt right up to his fist. He was mesmerized watching the finger disappearing up his little butt hole and then reappearing. Mr. Martin would stick it in his mouth and lick his asshole before sticking it back in. The fingers and asshole were shinning because they were wet. Mr. Martin gently began working two fingers in to the boy's butt. Stephen winced because it kind of hurt as his hole stretched. Mr. Martin used his other hand to massage his crack and butt cheeks. When Mr. Martin would withdraw his fingers Stephen enjoyed seeing his butt hole gaping open. It would slowly close back to its natural puckered state. Mr. Martin would also play with the boy's balls and penis during all of the anal play. During that time Stephen was in a sexual bliss when Mr. Martin squatted behind Stephen so that his cock was lying in the valley of Stephen's wet ass. Stephen could see the man's balls as they swung back and forth. The man was holding him by the hips while he slid his cock up and down the wet ass crack. It did not take long before the man squirted cum all over the boy's back. When he sat back Stephen could see the white cum dripping down the crack of his ass to his little ball and drip onto the mirror. Mr. Martin was moaning and saying thinks like, "Oh baby you are so fucking good to me." (Stephen hates it when anyone calls him baby.) The man stood up and pulled Stephen to his feet and turned him around to face him. Stephen's legs were shaking from sitting the squatting position so long that the blood flow was slow getting back into his legs. Stephen's little cock was rock hard. The man knelt before him and sucked the boy's cock. While he was doing that he was reaching between the boy's legs and inserting his fingers into the boy's asshole. Stephen had a very strong dry orgasm. When Stephen was dressed he made his way back upstairs and received a kiss on the cheek from Mr. Martin's mother as he headed for his bicycle. Stephen could hardly peddle his bike home. By the time he got home the seat of his pants were soaking wet. He had to slip inside and change clothes before anyone saw his pants. Even Stephen knew it was only a mater of time before Mr. Martin would put his cock into his ass. He was even debating about asking him to do it. Mr. Martin was in no hurry to de-flower Stephen. He was enjoying the seduction. He also feared that his mother would catch him actually having sex with the boy. He could not believe his mother would approve of a forty-year old man having sex with a ten-year old boy. If he only knew she had known about his seduction all those years ago. She even suspected that he was having sex with Stephen. Stephen could not put into words why he was so attracted to having sex with the older man. I knew it was naughty and it made his dick hard just thinking about what Mr. Martin was teaching him. The more he visited him the more he wanted to do the things being asked of him. It was very much like any other day when he arrived they retreated to the basement office expecting get naked so they could play with each other. He did like playing with Mr. Martin's foreskin covered dick. The man responded so erotically when he stuck his tongue under the skin and circled the knob. This time when they got naked Mr. Martin produced some pictures for him to look at. While Stephen was flipping through the pictures Mr. Martin cleared off the top of the old wooden desk. He spread the old wool Army blanket over the top for the boy to sit on while he looked at the pictures. The first set of pictures was of older men and boys no older than he was taking off their clothes. The last picture in each set was of the men and boys holding each others cocks. Stephen was fascinated by how sweet looking the boys were. Some of the men were athletic looking young men. Some were hairy others were without any body hair. The next sequence was pictures of young boys sucking the cocks of men. The set that caught Stephen's eye was of a potbellied man with read hair on his chest. He had a ruddy complexion. He had lots of freckles on his upper body. There were hardly any freckles on his lower body. What made them so interesting was the young boy lying on his back on edge of a bed with the man's cock about to enter his asshole. The man was standing near the edge of the bed holding the leg of the boy by the ankle so that the camera could get a good view of the boy's asshole. The next picture showed the man holding his cock in the other hand while aiming at the boy's little hole. Stephen studied the next picture very carefully because it showed the man standing kind of sideways with his cock in the boy's asshole. He was smiling at the camera. The boy was not smiling. He was looking up at the man's eyes while biting the lower lip. Mr. Martin was watching him looking at the picture. He was commenting on the act of fucking and how it was done. He was talking about how it must have felt for both of them. The man's cock must have felt like it was in a tight grip. The boy's asshole must have felt like it was stretched to the fullest. There had to be some pain the first few times the boy was fucked but eventually he would reach a point where he felt empty when there was nothing in his ass. He told him about how they must have lubricated the cock and asshole. Mr. Martin said that he loved that last picture. He asked Stephen if he would let him stick his dick into his butt hole like the man was doing to the boy in the picture. Stephen had no reason to fear what he was asking because he had enjoyed the feelings he had induced sticking his fingers into his butt hole. He told the man that he could do it. Mr. Martin placed Stephen on his side across the blanket with his back near the edge facing him. Stephen felt the man lift up his butt cheek with his hands. The man studied the little pink asshole. He took a jar of cream from a drawer and applied plenty to his stiff cock. He stuck his greasy finger into the boy's hole. Stephen felt him rub the head of his cock sideways between the boy's crack. With each swipe he zeroed in on the little opening until he was poised to enter the hole. Mr. Martin told him to hold his breath as he began to press forward. It felt different from the fingers for sure. The asshole resisted the object trying to enter. The sharp pain that shot through his bottom caused Stephen to cry out in pain Mr. Martin told Stephen to keep breathing deeply. It was very painful and Stephen begged him to stop for a second. He did stop. He withdrew his cock and replaced it with a couple of fingers. He wiggled them around inside until the boy relaxed. Stephen was doing OK. The man asked him if he was ready to try again. Stephen was determined to find out what it was like to be fucked. He assured the man that he was ready by saying, yes. He felt the man moving behind him again. He aimed his cock at the hole and slowly inserted it. Stephen forced his butt backwards as the cock entered. There was a searing pain for a moment as the cock slid in all of the way. When Mr. Martin pulled back a little the pain subsided a little. He felt like he had something very large in his butt, even bigger that what he knew the man's cock to be. Mr. Martin was talking softly while he was inserting the meat into the boy. When the boy started wiggling his butt around trying to get more comfortable the man went tense and told him not to move because he was so excited just being inside of his ass that he was about to cum. He placed his hand on the boy's butt to hold him still. They stayed very still for what seemed like an eternity but was no more than a minute. Stephen felt so full he was about to pee. After a few minutes he started to move in and out. Slowly at first while telling the boy, "Now, I'm fucking you. You are so tight. I love it." He carried on like that as his hip thrusts increased in speed until he suddenly froze. He blew out a loud breath and quivered for a moment. Stephen was starting to like the feeling of being screwed. It was such an intimate moment. Mr. Martin would start fucking softy for a moment before speeding up and then stopping short of climaxing. After pausing he would start the cycle all over again. There came a time when he stopped with his cock as deep in the boy's ass as possible and let out loud grunt. Stephen could feel his cock pulsing. His body was twitching. He knew that the man was cumming inside of his ass. He fucked the boy a little longer as the cum coated his shaft and matted down the hairs around the base of his cock. With the boy's ass full of cum the cock slid in and out very freely. When he pulled his cock was pulled out Stephen could feel his bottom pulsate and a warm liquid wetting his lower ass cheek. He feared that it was blood. When he reached back and wiped his ass one look told him that it was the man's white cum. The throbbing reminded him that his ass was sore. When Stephen looked over his shoulder the man was staring at his ass. Mr. Martin said, "Your hole is still open. I can see inside." He smiled, "I am proud of you. You took all of me for the best fuck I ever had." Mr. Martin went to the deep sink to get a wet cloth. When he returned he cleaned the boy's ass up. He helped the boy get dressed. When they emerged from the basement Mr. Martin's mother gave Stephen a warm smile as she watched him waddle out of the door. The seat of his faded blue jeans was dark blue from the liquid still leaking out of his butt hole. That night as he lay in bed Stephen's ass felt sore. At that moment he was not too keen on ass fucking. It hurt to even move. Eventually he did fall asleep. By morning he felt better. He took a warm shower and washed his ass very carefully. As the day passed he felt better and the memory of pain was replaced by a urge to do it again. 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 whitewold999@icqmail.com