Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 04:25:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Robert Comes Out (Gay/Beninning, oral, anal, m/MMM DISCLAIMER: 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. Robert Comes Out By Wolf I grew up in the Bronx of New York City, and thought I was straight. I have to admit that I learned to masturbate after finding my father's stash of pornography that even included some gay magazines. I indulged in masturbation from the age of twelve. I didn't have a sexual encounter until I was fourteen. I was riding the subway home late one evening and I was in the car with only one other person. He was obviously of Hispanic extraction. I had no idea if he was a Porto Rica or a Mexican. I wasn't sure if he was drunk, high or crazy by the way he was acting. I couldn't sit still and he approached me as I sat near the exit. He started up a conversation with me and I had trouble following his train of thought. I felt uncomfortable and I got up and moved to the exit doors, but her followed me and pressed me against the doors and I felt his erection poking my butt and he reached around my body and groped my crotch. I panicked and tried to get away from him, but I was pinned against the doors. When the train came to a stop and the doors opened automatically we stumbled out onto the platform, and I scramble to my feet and fled from the guy. I was disturbed about the chance encounter the rest of the evening. When I went to bed I masturbated several times thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't ran away from the guy. I still insisted that I was straight. I even dated a girl when I was seventeen that allowed me to fuck her. After it was over I felt like it was disappointing and wondered what the big deal was all about. The summer between junior year and senior year of high school in June of 1981 I got a job as an intern. It wasn't a big deal I had the option of working as a mail clerk or an expediter. The company owned by a 32-year-old man named Stuart. He was a tall lank guy with brown hair, blue eye and with a walrus mustache. I was still so niece that I didn't recognize that many of his employees were openly gay. At work everything was professional but friendly. At least until Stuart checked my employment application and saw that my eighteenth birthday was in August. In New York State the legal drinking age is 18, so Stuart invited me for dinner and a drink with him. I called my parents and told them I was staying in town over night to celebrate my birthday. Of course, I was impressed that my boss even knew my name, let alone that it was my birthday. He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. We must have emptied a bottle of wine with our meal, and after dinner he suggested we go uptown to a bar for drinks. I was duly impressed by the offer and agreed quickly. Now bare in mind, I was convinced that I was straight. Even though I had surreptitiously perched gay magazines, and even stopped in a Time Square bookstore. (I ran like hell when I recognized how much attention I was garnered from the all-male patronage.) So I just thought this was two guys hanging out. We had several mixed drinks in the crowed bar. By that time Stuart was a lot friendlier. We were pressed on all sides my male bodies and the music was so loud you couldn't hear anyone more than a foot away. He was finding excuses to place his hand on my shoulders, hug me, and dropping suggestive jokes. (Yes, I was being hit upon, but at the time I didn't recognize what was happening.) When Stuart rested his hand on my knee, I felt my dick respond. My panted were instantly tented up. I was embarrassed because I thought I was about to cum. I just thought he was being friendly. We were just having fun, and I thought he was doing it in all innocence. It just my dirty mind turning me on. Stuart suggested that I accompany him to his apartment. He assured me that his apartment was just a short blocks over to Columbus Avenue. The next thing I knew it was 11:30 pm, and I'm sitting on Stuart's couch, shoes and socks off, drinking beer and sharing a joint. (I learned a bunch of things that night, who knew that Stuart had a foot fetish too!) When he placed his hands on my shoulders and lean in and kissed me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was so relaxed and overwhelmed enough to start making out with him. My heart was pounding in my ears. By that time I was aware of what was going on, and I was content to let him do whatever he wanted. He suggested that I might like to shower before we went to bed. He showed me where the shower was and left the bathroom to get fresh towels while I undressed. I was in the shower enjoying the warm spray when he returned. He was naked and joined me in the shower. I just relaxed against the tiled wall of the shower and let him feel me up. His hands were all over me, soaping every inch especially mu privates. He kissed me on the mouth and I felt that walrus mustache rubbing my face as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. The next thing I knew her was leading me by the hand to his bedroom. I vividly remember hearing traffic coming through the open window, music coming from somewhere, the feeling of the breeze coming down on our bodies from the ceiling fan. Every fiber of my body was alert to every. The sounds, smell and touch. I discovered a lot that night! I absolutely lost my mind when he turned me over and pulled me to my knees, and spread my butt cheeks and rimming my asshole with his tongue. While he was tonging my asshole my cock was swinging back and forth. I actually started hurting as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started milking it. My scrotum was resting over his wrist and my testicles actually pulled up inside my body. He was very gentle with me. After I squirted my load on the bed sheets he positioned himself between my legs and pressed his cock against my asshole. It hurt like hell and I couldn't help crying. I pleaded with him to pull it out, but he ignored me and continued fucking me. When he squirted his load in my ass he pulled out, letting me catch my breath. Then he stuck it back in. The second time he fucked me took longer and by the time her came I squirted more cum on the sheet. I had a feeling of ecstasy fill my body. I was making a lot of noise, moaning and screaming so many wild things about how much I loved him. After he came in me he rested his full body weight on my back. I collapsed on top of the bed with my cock and hairy crotch resting in that puddle of my own cum. I felt his cum dripping out of my asshole to run down my scrotum to join the puddle on the sheet. We rested for a little while before he fucked me again. I eventually fell asleep with his cock still in my ass. The morning light coming through the window woke us up. We both had piss hard-ons so we adjourned to the bathroom to stand there at the toilet holding each other's cock while we pissed in the toilet. Afterwards we went back to bed so that he could fuck me one more time. We showered together one more time before I got dressed and took the train home. I was all hickied up and my ass was sore, but I was at peace with the knowledge that I was gay. On the train I wondered if the other passengers could tell, but I suddenly realized that I didn't care if they knew. It was as if a key had turned and I knew my real calling. I didn't come out to my parents right away, but I didn't hide the fact that I was dating Stuart. It took them a few months to confront me about my relationship with him. When they calmed down they begrudgingly accepted the fact that I was gay and there would not be any grandchildren in the future. That night was life changing. Stuart and I was a couple for a several years. It only ended when Stuart went back to England to take a positon with the government. We remained in contact to this day. Commuting on underground during rush hours is standing room only. Bodies are packed in. After coming out I became aware of the looks I would get from other men. After an exchange of looks it was common for a man to work through the crowd to stand behind me. I would feel their boner pressing against my ass. They would reach around my waist and take hold of my cock through my pants. If the mood struck me I would disembark at their station. Sometimes we would be so impatient we would simply find a secluded spot on the platform like behind a pillar or one of those smelly restrooms to suck each other's cocks or let him fuck me against a wall. On other occasions I would follow them to their apartment where we would get naked and enjoy fucking each other. I even made a practice of carrying extra underwear and toothbrush in my briefcase. In Stuart's absence I learned how many of his employees were gay, and they were thrilled to make sure my asshole didn't get tight again. I was often sucking cock while being fucked in the ass at the same time. 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