Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2016 18:58:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Reading Train Station (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/MMM 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 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Reading Train Station By Wolf I was a blond headed 14-year-old, named Tommy, when it all began for me in and around "Reading" train station. There was a park just across the river that had a public restroom I used regularly. It had lots of graffiti on the walls about sucking cock, fucking, and strangely fantastic wanking material. Also it had a peep hole overlooking the urinals sideways. One day an old guy about 60 came in and started wanking a really big cock and smiling. I got really scared, so I managed to finish wanking and ran out without looking back at the old man. That got me hooked on cock though. I sucked my first cock shortly after that. I was scared to return to the restroom for a few days, but my sexual desire was too strong. I went back and entered that stall with the peep hole. Eventually another old man entered and he obviously saw my feet under the stall's partition, so after he emptied his bladder he approach the stall and stuck an impressive cut-cock through the hole. I wanked him until he was hard. Then I took it in my mouth and did my best to give him a good blowjob. When he started squirting cum, I pulled my head back and got a squirt up my nose. I felt rather safe sucking cocks through the glory hole for several weeks. Then a man that looked like a middle aged truck driver. After he finished pissing he simply forced the door open to my stall, and stuck his cock into my mouth. He held my head so that he was in control and forcefully fucked my mouth. When he finished cumming in my mouth, he led me down the street to a small flat. He undressed me, before he removed his clothes. He was a hairy man. He played with my penis and toyed with my asshole before sucking me off. He swallowed my cum, then he made me suck him off again. I visited him several time because I was attracted to his hairy body. I still visited the reading station restroom to take advantage of the glory hole. One afternoon as I was approaching the restroom I found I was following an impeccably dressed gentleman to the same location. He looked like he could be a banker. We approached the urinals and took out our penises. There was that uncomfortable moment while we waited for the urine to flow, because we were both checking out each other's cocks. When we finished and shook our cocks he looked at me and asked, "Would you like to feel it" I couldn't resist his proposal, so I reached over and took hold of his un-cut cock. It felt warm and the flesh slipped easily over a stiff core. The gentleman also took hold of my Willy and played with it. Before I could cum he asked, "I live fairly close would you like to come home with me so that we can be more comfortable while we continue with this?" Normally I would have been suspicious of any man asking me to go home with them, but this man was so nice looking he actually looked out of place in a seedy restroom, so I agreed. We straightened up our clothes and exited the restroom before any other men entered. He led me to a park and ride lot near the station where he had parked his restored 1963 Morris 1000 Minor. I swear it looked like it had just been delivered at the showroom. True to his word it was only a short drive to his home. it was a clean apartment and definably a man's abode. It was filled with modern furniture and the art work decorating the walls reflected a man's taste. He led me directly to his bedroom and proceeded to undress me and himself. He sat me on the bed and knelt before me so that he could suck my cock. This time he didn't stop until he had a mouth full of cum. While I recovered I assumed he was going to have me suck his cock, but he had other plans. He turned me over and had me lay prostrate across the bed. I wondered what he wanted to do until I felt him spread my legs. I knew he was planning on sticking his cock into my arse. I tried to protest and get up but he was strong enough to hold me down. He used a hand to reach for a bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount on his cock, and used the hand to coat the shaft. Then he used the greasy hand to stuff greasy fingers up my arse. I protested that I had never been fucked, and he told me to relax or it would hurt even more. Then he straddled my legs and as he leaned forward he guided his cock to my asshole. As the knob was forced through my sphincter the stabbing pain made me beg him to stop, but he continued to shove it deep into my arse. He laid on top of me while he fucked me. He even kissed the back of my neck while he fucked me. The pain became a dull throb. Suddenly I actually ejaculate all over his sheets. . (I had no idea that my prostrate was located so close to my colon and rubbing it would cause me to cum.) The man lay there on top of me while his cock went soft and just slipped out on my ass. I thought my arse was bleeding until I reached back there and felt it. One look at my fingers told me that it was his cum. He turned me over and we hugged and kissed each other, while my arse was still throbbing. He masturbated me and sucked my cock until I gave him another mouth full of cum. I had no more than finished than he took hold of my ankles and rested them on his shoulders. That lifted my butt up enough to align my arse with the head of his cock. He fucked me again. This time my arse was still throbbing, but this time I enjoyed it more. That was the beginning of my becoming a bottom boy. The Redding Train Station became my favorite hang out. 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@yahoo.com