Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 11:30:04 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: My First Man (gay/adult youth, b/MMM?)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                    My First Man
                        By
                       Wolf

	After my mother divorced my father she moved
me and my younger sister from New York to Atlanta
to be near her family.  I was 10-years old when they
divorced and by the time I entered high school I had
lost all traces of my northern accent.  I was talking
like a native son of the south.

	I was only 13-years old when I entered high
school.  On top of that I was short at five feet tall
and only 90 pounds.  My hair was brown and I had a
"Beetle" cut.  My eyes were blue but looked almost
gray.  It was almost embarrassing for me to have
such long eyelashes.  Guys were always teasing me
about being prettier than a girl.

	I knew that I was gay even before moving south.
I had met a boy that showed me how to suck his cock.
I like it so much that I was sucking him whenever we
could hide from prying eyes.  There were a few other
guys I sucked before the move.  When we did settle
down in Atlanta I met some teenagers that asked me
if I would like to suck their cocks.  Of course I was
happy to do it for them.  That led to them asking me
to drop my pants and them playing with my cock and
asshole.

	I will never forget the first time a guy fucked
my ass.  This big guy greased up my asshole with baby
oil and when he entered me it hurt like hell.  It was
all I could do to stand the pain while he fucked me.
It hurt for days and I sure didn't want to do that
again.  The guy would not leave me alone.  Eventually
he held me down and fucked me again.  This time it
did not hurt as much.  I still resented him forcing me.
Eventually he approached me on another occasion and
this time he asked me if he could do it again.  So I let
him and this time I liked it.  After that I was not
afraid of getting fucked.

	When I started high school one of my first
classes was "Social Studies".  I had never had a male
teacher before.  I was fascinated with Mr. Kennedy.
He was an older man.  He must have been 50-years
old and he was a thick bodied man about five-feet
nine.  I had a strong desire to have sex with an older
man.  Mr. Kennedy was not a handsome man at all. He
was even suffering from male pattern baldness.  Just
the same he became the object of my desire.

	I guess my "gaydar" was working just fine
because I had a feeling he was gay.  Sometimes as he
walked up and down the rows of desks he would place
his hand on my shoulder briefly.  From the first day
of class I had a fixation on his cock.  I was not sure
but I suspected her wore boxer shorts or nothing at
all because I could make out his cock dangling down
the right leg of his pants.  From what I could tell it
was long and thick.  When he was lecturing in the
front of the class I could not take my eyes off of the
bulge in his pants leg.  I knew my own cock was
tenting the front of my pants up.  I was hoping he
would see it and ask me to stay after class to play
with me but he never did that.

	I would stay after class to clean his blackboard
for him and other stuff.  He would have to tell me to
run along or I would be late for my next class.  He
never seemed to catch on that I hungered after his
cock.  One day out of frustration I came out and
asked Mr. Kennedy if I could come over to his house
sometime.  He turned me down every time I asked for
several days.  Eventually I just reached under his
desk and took hold of his cock and squeezed it.  When
he finally recovered and got his breath he scribbled
down on a piece of paper his address and handed it to
me without saying a word.

	As soon as school let out I headed for his home.
I was there before he got home.  I had to wait for
him to arrive as soon as we were inside his home I
reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and
kissed him on the mouth as hard as I could.  When I
stopped kissing him I knelt in front of him and
unfastened his pants.  When I opened his pants I
found out that he did have boxer shorts on.  I could
see brown hairs sticking through the opening of the
shorts.  His cock was resting down the right leg of his
pants as normal.  I pulled it out and found out he had
foreskin covering the knob of his cock.  His cock was
as thick as my wrist.  I pulled the skin back and blew
my breath on the wet knob before I sucked on his
cock until he came in my mouth.  By the time I made
him cum my jaw hurt from stretching it open for so
long.  I swallowed his cum like a pro.

	I became a regular visitor to Mr. Kennedy's
home.  We would take turns sucking each other's cock
and he always made a fuss about what a sweat looking
girl I would have made.  I begged him to fuck me but
he resisted thinking I was too young.  I could not
bring myself to tell him he was not the first guy to
fuck me.

	One afternoon when we were in his bed I was
jacking him off.  When I had him good and hard I
squatted over him and sat on his cock.  It was no
problem for me to accept that fat hunk of meat up
my ass.  I bounced my ass up and down until he came
in my ass.  That was the start of a long relationship
with Mr. Kennedy.  After we had been fucking each
other for a couple of months when I was at his house
and we were making out with each other in his
bedroom Mr. Kennedy asked me if I would like to
meet his friend.  I was thrilled at the idea of meeting
another adult man.  I never even thought about him
having sex with another man so I was not jealous.

	Mr. Kennedy rolled over and picked up the phone
by his bed and made a call.  After a short exchange
he hung up the phone and retrieved a tube of KY.
While he was greasing us up he was telling me that he
had told Mr. Butler all about me.

	I knew who Mr. Butler was.  He taught Senior
English at our school.  I had seen him walking the
halls at school and thought he defiantly had a
feminine swish when he walked.  I had assumed he
was a bottom.  Other than that, I didn't get to think
much more about him because Mr. Kennedy put me in
the missionary position and while he held my ankles
rammed his cock up my ass.

	Mr. Kennedy was still fucking me when Mr.
Butler let himself in.  He was standing in the bedroom
doorway when Mr. Kennedy sent a load of cum into my
ass.  I was looking around Mr. Kennedy as Mr. Butler
hastily removed his clothes.  I watched him very
carefully.

	Mr. Butler was at least as old as Mr. Kennedy.
His hair was turning gray.  He was a tall slender man
though.  When he was totally naked he got onto the
bed and watched Mr. Kennedy finish fucking me by
wiping his cock off on my ass.  He saw that I had a
hard-on so he turned his butt to me and reached over
his side and pulled my hips towards him.  I slipped my
cock in his ass and started rocking back and forth.
He lifted his leg up and reached between his legs and
took hold of my scrotum and clung to it while I
fucked his ass.

	Normally I prefer to be fucked my men but I
did enjoy fucking this old man.  He was even more of
a queen than me.  While I was fucking him Mr.
Kennedy moved his body so that he was on his side
facing him.  So that Mr. Butler could suck his cock
clean while Mr. Kennedy sucked his cock, while I was
fucking him.

	Mr. Butler and I did become friends.  When I
was a senior and taking English from him we used to
visit a poetry club together.  We would play bitch for
the group.

	Shortly after introducing me to Mr. Butler I
made my normal pilgrimage to Mr. Kennedy's and when
he opened the door for me to come in there was
another man there.  This friend of his was a short
and slender black man.  This guy was only about five-
foot six.  He was as dark a black man as I had ever
seen.  His hair was cut short and very nappy.  He
stood up when Mr. Kennedy introduced us.

	His name was Darren Collins.  Mr. Kennedy
assured me that I would love to know his friend from
the University.  He was completing his Doctorate in
Library Science.  But I was to find out what made him
special when he undressed.  It was difficult to
believe such a small man could be hung like he was.  I
have never seen a bigger cock to this day.  He cock
had to be close to 10-inches long and as thick as a
horse's cock.  I could not believe he was going to get
that thing in my ass.  All I could say when he got that
monster in my ass was, "WOW!"

	Mr. Kennedy helped by sucking on my nipples
while his little black buddy fucked my ass.  That had
to be one of the most breathtaking fucks I ever got.
I squirted my own cum all over my belly and Mr.
Kennedy's head before Darren deposited his load in
my ass.  When his cum leaked out the moisture made
a slapping sound when his body slapped against my
plump ass.  What more could a little cock whore like
me ask for.  I was having my first interracial fuck
with my first adult male sucking my nipples.

	I loved Mr. Kennedy for being such an open
minded lover.  He was the best tutor a boy could have
and he was also very helpful tutoring me for my
college exams.



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