Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 16:59:07 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Roy and Family Friend (Gay/Beginnings mas, oral, m/mM)

Beginnings mas, oral, m/mM

Author's Note:

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.

Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.

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Roy and Family Friend
By
Wolf

	I grew up in a small-town south by southeast of
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania called Ligonier.  My parents own a
small dairy farm.  I grew up learning everything required to
run a dairy.  From breeding the stock, culling out the excess
bulls, vaccinating the herd, feeding requirements.  I knew
the facts of life about breeding the cows to activate their
milk glands.  The herd had to be milked twice a day.  Just the
same I spent a lot of time playing and growing up.  I had
even built a treehouse in an old oak tree located on the far
edge of the farm.

	Our family were friends with a family that lived far
enough away that when they came for visits they would stay
for at least the weekend or longer.  Their son, named Butch,
was two years older than me.  On their visits we shared my
bed and because the size of the dinning table the two of us
ate meals on the coffee table in the living room.

	Butch was taller than me and had sun bleached blond
hair.  His body was rock hard and he was built like a brick
shit house.  While sleeping together I became fascinated
with his junk because unlike me he sported foreskin that
covered the head of his cock completely.  I was not very tall
for my age, with brown hair and I wore glasses.  I was skinny
enough to be called a bean poll.  My mother gave me the
nickname of 'Skippy' because she caught me sneaking the
peanut butter jar from the cupboard and eating it before
putting the jar back.

	On those occasions we started off inspecting each
other's cocks.  I was fascinated with the way his foreskin
could be pulled back to expose his moist knob.  (That was
the beginning of my lifelong love of uncut cocks).  We would
spend a lot of time masturbating each other.  It came as a
shock for me when Butch was old enough to produce cum.
He assured me that I would make cum in a couple of years.
We often would play with each other and got each other off
quite frequently, then one day he suggested that we go up
into my treehouse and play.

	I was 14-years-old and Butch was 16-years-old at the
time, so we slipped out to my tree house where we felt save
because we could see anyone approaching.  He had noticed
my interest in his huge basket and my constantly saddling up
next to him every chance I got.  We started comparing our
cocks and were soon masturbating each other.  His cock was
at least eight-inches long and very thick.  I was so excited
with that prospect that I almost came in my shorts.

	We played with each other as usual and this time he
suggested that we suck each other, and he taught me to
suck his cock as deep as I could, and he did produce a lot of
cum.  He came so much that I couldn't swallow all of the
cum he had ejaculated into my mouth, so some leaked out
of the corners of my mouth.  After the first couple of squirts
his successive squirts were not as strong so I could catch up
with swallowing his cum.

	From that day on, we would masturbate and suck
each other's cocks.  Upon Butch's graduation from high
school he joined the Navy and was off to the Navel Great
Lakes Training enter.  I never heard from him again.  I
suffered with a bad case of puppy love for Butch.  To this
day I am drawn to men with foreskins.

	After Butch was assigned to a ship he did come by for
a visit.  He brought me a uniform blue jacket used by sailors
while working in their dungarees.  I guess that he gave me
the jacket as a parting gift, because I never heard from him
again.  I suffered from abandonment syndrome for a couple
of years.

	Before I graduated from high school a family moved
into the hunting cottage of our neighbors.  They had two
sons, the eldest was about my age, Eddie was in my high
school a class behind me.  We had gym class together and I
discovered that he was hung bigger than Butch.

	His cock was cut like mine, but much bigger than
Butches, by at least an inch and boat shaped, the middle was
much thicker than the head or the base.  One time he
caught me staring at it in the showers.

	I was salivating over the sight of his junk.  When I
found a private location, I gave myself a hand-job.

	Shortly after that occasion he came to our farm for a
visit.  He wanted to talk to me, he knew I was interested in
him and he was interested in me.  So, we went for a walk
through our woods and we stopped for a break.  At that
point he reached over and rubbed the front of my basket,
because had he noticed I had a chub going on.  Before I
knew it, we had our cocks out and playing with them,
getting ready to jack each other off, and boy did we.  We
masturbated each other until we shot whoppers of a load.

	We committed to getting together often, and we did
get together often over the next couple of years.  I know he
enjoyed sucking my cock and I was thrilled deep throating
that monster of a cock.  It was common for me to milk his
cock with my mouth and when he would pull his cock out of
my throat I was snort and cum would come bubbling out of
my nose.

	During my senior year I got a scholarship for Carnegie
Mellon school of architecture.  It was a sad moment for us,
the day I was to leave for the university.  Eddie came by to
see me off, and I could tell that he was extremely sad about
my leaving.  I was so excited about the scholarship and
university that I didn't know what to say to him.  I knew that
I would miss him very much, and I told him so.

	By the time I graduated from the university, I never
saw him again, so I didn't know if he also went to the war or
not, and I never asked his parents because my mother sold
the farm after dad abandoned us and they got a divorce.
The gods have not been kind to my love life.

	Mother moved our family consisting of my two sisters
and my brother and I to Cleveland, Ohio.  I was never happy
living in Cleveland, it was to flat for me.  I was happiest
returning to Pennsylvania to fish the streams.  (Fly-fishing
was a pastime I had learned to enjoy as a youth).

	While living in Cleveland I frequented several gay bars
for casual pick-ups.  There was "Man's World, The Leather
Stallion, over the Rainbow, and Keys" they were the only
places I felt safe in.

	One evening while I was at 'The Rainbow", drinking a
Miller beer, I saw this young guy across the bar and once in a
while I would catch him staring and studying me.  I had just
come straight there after volleyball practice and needed a
beer and some good company.  I finally went over to him
and we started up a conversation.

	His name was Blaine and he was looking for some
company also.  We talked about many things and since I was
still in my volleyball shorts and shirt I didn't notice that my
balls had worked out of my jockstrap and shorts.  He didn't
say anything about it at the time, but every once in a while, I
would catch him staring down at my crotch.  He finally said
that I was hanging out and asked if I was advertising.

	I said, "Not at this moment, but if you're interested
just say so."

	We eventually went to my place where we enjoyed
ourselves.  We started off making out with each other
before we stripped off our clothes and started off
masturbating each other.  He was a natural bottom and I
fucked him in the missionary position.

	He said that my cock was a fat one, even though my
cock is average length.  His cock was also average length and
kind of thin.  He was very passionate though and we enjoyed
each other a lot.  Over time Blaine and I dated many times
and we made love to each other a lot.

	About that time, I was opening my own architectural
firm in a building called "The Hat factory," on the near
Westside of downtown.  I had helped the architect design all
the condo units inside.  I always enjoyed Interior Design as
an architect working for the different firms in town in the
past.  So, I approached the rental firm for Unit 5B.  It was my
favorite design and I rented it.

	Blaine and I moved in together we got along good for
quite a while.  While I was busy working on projects he
would go out without me.  He would go went to the
"Cleveland Baths" to have a good time.  Over time his
personality changed.  He told me that he had met someone
at the baths.  Apparently, he had a place on St. Croix Island
in the Virgin Islands.  I was spending all of my time working
hard on m start up business.  We just drifted apart.  We
remained distant friends.

	I continued to work at building my firm, so I returned
to making trips into the Appalachian Mountains for some fly-
fishing but that wasn't satisfying.

	An old friend, named Jeff, that enjoyed camping
suggested that we take a long tip to the west for a two-week
fishing trip in the Rockies.  He was gay also but we had just
been friends for a long time.

	We selected on a two-week fishing trip in the
Absorkee Mountains in Montana, between Billings and
Bozeman, a little southwest off I-90.  We spent the night in a
hotel in Billings before trekking into the mountains.

	I brought a couple of fly rods.  Unfortunately for Jeff,
he drank some of the water from the West Boulder River.
When we reached the river twenty miles up the valley, we
were going to set up camp, it was interesting watching Jeff
learn to fly fish.  He did manage to catch a gut-throat trout.
We were only in the mountains a week before Jeff came
down with diarrhea from a parasite caused by animal feces
in water called giardia.

	Jeff had to hike out a week early because the giardia.
We agreed he should hike out and come back to camp site
the following Saturday to pick me up.

	During that week of solitude, I decided I wanted to
live in the Rockies the rest of my life.  I had a couple of
projects on my drawing board to finish before liquidating
everything and making the move west.

	We were both relieved to get home, ad eff dropped
me off at my home.  After cleaning up my gear I spent the
next year I finished my projects and any other business I had
in my way.  I had decided to move to Kalispell, Montana, up
near the Glacier National Park.

	I had transferred my bank account there, reserved
hotel accommodations in the Grand Hotel in Kalispell to stay
for about a week until I found another place to rent and live.
The mailman had a cottage next to the Junior High School
and I rented it after I saw it.  I was moved in by St. Patrick's
Day.  Mom was Scotch/Irish and we always had good corned
beef for St Patties Day.  I was disappointed by local
restaurant I had lunch at, but was happy to be settled in.

	I established contact with a guy from Bozeman on the
internet, named Max, and he came for a visit.  We hit it off
and after a year and little work I move to Bozeman.  It is a
university town.  I finally saw an ad for Montana State
University whom needed an auto-cad tech and I got hired
after multiple interviews.  It was a start and I could drum up
some side work for more income, because the pay wasn't all
that great.

	Max asked me to move in with him, after all his
mother had passed away the year before.  His mother never
knew he was gay and didn't prove of gay sex.  I did move in
with him the sex was good.  We even discussed building a
house on property near the Gallatin River because the cabin
his father had built just wasn't suitable for two to live in
comfortably.

	He was working as an accountant at the university.
Between the two of us we were making decent money.  I
worked my way into a project manager's job at the
university that paid a little more.

	We decided to go ahead with the building of the
house.  I drew up the design over the next year and a half.  I
designed the house to be built with insolated panels to
protect the interior from the Montana winters.

	I found a contractor that was familiar with that kind of
construction.  After studying my plans, he submitted a bid
on the job.   Max and I gave him the job.

	We set up housekeeping and invited our friends to
witness our wedding to each other.  It wasn't legal in the
state, but we set up a business partnership that bound us
together in a manner that would prevent our family
members from cutting out the other partner.  Should one of
us becoming physically or mentally uncompensated the
other partner had power of attorney.


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