Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2007 09:05:18 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Mr. Martin's Store 4 (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 4 Sit Over Here By Wolf Just before Stephen's family moved north to New Jersey he had one last opportunity to get together with Mr. Martin. It was just after the school let out for the summer. He told Mr. Martin that once the school year was over his family was moving. Mr. Martin was visibly upset that the boy was leaving. They both knew that their friendship was going to come to an end. They would not get to enjoy their erotic play anymore. They made their usual arrangements with his mother before retreating to the basement. They quickly undressed each other. Mr. Martin pulled a box down from a shelf and sat on it. He leaned back against the shelf and asked Stephen to sit on his lap. Stephen saw that his cock was already hard. He approached the man and sat on his leg with his legs draped over the other leg, kind of side saddle. Mr. Martin hugged the boy while he had the boy rest his head on his chest. His right hand was resting on the boy's thigh. He moved his hand slowly up the thigh until his fingers came in contact with the boy's dick and scrotum. He started rubbing the boy as he had so many times before. Stephen felt the man's dick under his butt throbbing every so often. Mr. Martin asked him to turn around with his back to him and straddle his legs. When Stephen did as he was told he felt the man's cock sticking up between his legs and poking him in his scrotum. He could not resist reaching between his legs and wrapping his hand around the shaft and playing with it. He was playing with it very slowly. Mr. Martin was making soft purring sounds while he plaid with the cock. Mr. Martin's hands had been resting on the boy's hips. He slid his hands around the boy's waist and up to the boy's chest. He used the middle fingers tips of both hands to lightly tease the boy's nipples. Mr. Martin had never touched Stephen's nipples before. It felt like electricity was stimulating his skin. His body was tingling all over. His own cock was responding by getting as hard as it had ever been. His little pecker was dancing around in response to every touch. It felt like his nipples were hotwired to his groin. While he was resting his head on the man's chest he felt Mr. Martin kissing his neck and hair. He was in a sexual daze. After a few minutes of the sexual play Stephen felt him reaching for something. He opened his eyes to see him getting a tube of lubrication from a shelf. Mr. Martin had the boy stand up and lean foreword so that he could insert the rube up Stephen's butt. He squeezed tube filling the boy's ass with a gob of the cool goo. The man used his finger to drive the lubricant deeper into Stephen's asshole. When Stephen looked over his shoulder he saw Mr. Martin smearing some of the goo all over his dick. He smiled at the boy and said, "I want to fuck you one last time. Just sit down on my dick." Stephen backed up and looked between his own legs as he reached for the shaft so that he could guide it into his asshole. He sat down on it slowly. He quickly reached the "ouch" point that would send a shock of pain through his ass. While he hesitated at that point he had to keep his balance by holding onto Mr. Martin's knees. While he was starting to settle down on the shaft Mr. Martin reached around and began playing with his nipples again. Stephen felt like his cock was growing larger than it had ever been before as he pushed past the "ouch" point until his butt settled down on the man's lap until all of the cock was inside of his ass. He felt that pulsating or ping pong effect of pleasure and pain that gradually changed into an entirely new feeling of pleasure inside his ass. Stephen started energetically rocking and bouncing up and down on the man's cock. It was like having the longest start of an orgasm he had ever had. He was controlling the action he would rest when ever he felt like he was about to cum. He was deliberately pacing the action to make it last as long as possible. He continued the interrupts colitis until he heard Mr. Martin say, "I'm close to cuming. Please don't cum until I cum first." It was only a matter of seconds before Mr. Martin grunted, "Now". Stephen felt him pulsing inside his ass. Stephen wrapped his hand around his own cock and jacked himself off quickly. Mr. Martin was still playing with his nipples and his cock was still stuffed up Stephen ass. The orgasm came quickly and lasted longer than anything he had experienced before. Having a dry climax was both thrilling and almost painful. Stephen sat still for a while before rolling foreword off of the man's lap. The cock came popping out with a sucking sound. Mr. Martin asked him to bend over. He felt the man's hands on his hips. His thumbs pulled the boy's ass cheeks apart. You're asshole is still open ad looks positively beautiful." Stephen could feel the cum leaking out of his ass. It dribbled down the underside of his scrotum to drop to the basement floor. Mr. Martin washed up Stephen's ass very carefully making sure that he was dry before allowing the boy to put his clothes back on. As Stephen was leaving the store Mrs. Martin thanked him for being her son's friend and wishing him good luck when he moved north. Stephen always wondered the rest of his life if she knew what they did in the basement. When Stephen's family moved north he had no idea how he was going to meet another man like Mr. Martin. All he knew was that he didn't want to stop having sex with men. He wondered around the neighborhood checking out where they lived. He found a park not far from their home. It had a playground for young children and several ball parks for local Little League, tennis courts and enough room for Pee Wee football. There were picnic tables and barbeque pits available for locals. There was even a wooded area adjacent to the park. It was early morning and Stephen was hoping there would be someone his age around to play baseball with. He planned on locking his BMX bike to the metal backstop at the ball park if there were boys around to play with. He was disappointed to find that there were no boys around. His baseball glove was hanging from the handlebar of the bike. He didn't even pull it off or lock the bike up. There was a man sitting on one of the picnic tables with his feet on the bench. He waved at Stephen to come over. Stephen rode his bike over to talk to the man. The man told him that the local boys would not show up to play ball until later in the day. They tended to wait until the heat of the day passed and it started to cool off. He engaged him in small tall long enough to pick up on Stephen's southern accent. They talked about the difference in the weather. Just small talk until he said, "There is a man that will show you his big dick over there in the restroom." He pointed towards the toilet facilities. Stephen was shocked at the blunt suggestion but the man could tell that he was not put off by statement. "Have you seen it?" The man assured him, "It is a nice one. Do you like to look at them?" Stephen nodded his head up and down. He said, "Well, if you want to see his, just go in there and go to the last stall. Leave the door open and he will show you his dick. I will watch from here to keep an eye out for anyone coming along. Stephen turned the bike upside down on the grass in front of the restroom. His stomach was full of butterflies and his knees were shaking as he thought about Mr. Martin and the things they did in the basement of the store. He looked over his shoulder at the man sitting on the table one last time, as the man smiled back at him. The man waved his hand for him to go on in. When he entered the restroom it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkened room. Stephen headed for the last stall as he looked around for the presence of anyone else in the place. He could smell the strong disinfectant and moist concrete. He entered the last stall and closed the door behind him without locking it. He was nervous as hell and his heart was pounding against the inside of his chest like a jackhammer. He had no more than calmed down thinking that the man had been putting him on when the door opened. In stepped that same man. He was in the process of unzipping the front of his pants. He reached inside of his pants. When he withdrew his hand he was gripping a dick that was not any bigger than Mr. Martin's. It was fully erect though. The man locked the door behind them. He asked, "How old are you son?" Stephen assured him that he was 12-years old. (Just a small lie.) The man told him that he could feel it if he wanted to. The boy reached out and started to jack him off like he had done many times to Mr. Martin. The man moaned and said, "Oh, you do know what to do, don't you?" Stephen saw clear liquid coming out of the tip of his pee hole. Mr. Martin had never done that when he jacked him off. The man later told him that it was pre-cum. The man let his pants drop to the floor. He told Stephen, "Sit down on the pot." He pushed his underpants below his butt cheeks as he inched closer to the boy. He asked, "Do you know how to suck cock?" Stephen relished the smell of the man's crotch as he opened his mouth to take the meat in to suck on it. He remembered from what Mr. Martin had taught him about sucking cock to take hold of the shaft with one hand and the man's scrotum with the other hand. He swallowed the man's cock until he had to take his hand away from the shaft and his nose was pressed against the man's pubic hair. He sucked the man's cock for all he was worth. Stephen was bobbing his head up and down on the cock. When he looked up the man's eyes were closed. He was thrusting his hips forward into the boy's mouth as if he were fucking the boy's mouth. Every so often Stephen got a taste of that clear gooey liquid leaking out of the man's cock. He asked, "Son have you ever had a cock in your ass?" Stephen looked up at the man with his mouth full. All he could do was nod his head affirmative a little. Stephen swallowed as much of the man cum as he could. Some did leak out of the corners of his mouth. The man said, "Sweet Jesus" and came in the boy's mouth. "You are genuine cocksucker." That was the first time Stephen had ever heard that sort of language used about him and he found it very exciting to be called nasty things that. Stephen never saw that man again but he knew that the restroom held promise of more opportunities to have sex with men. 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