Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 21:03:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Sledding Hill (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M DISCLAIMER: Adult Youth, oral, anal, m/M 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. 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 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Sledding Hill By Wolf I grew up in Vermont, New England. A land locked State between Canada, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and New York. We live not far from the Green Mountains Finger Lakes National Park. Our neighbor was a 70-year-old, named Mr. John Hatch. He had a great sledding hill right by his house. During the winter sledding was my favorite pastime. In the winter of my twelfth year I was planning on using the hill for the afternoon of sledding, right after I had finished shovel snow off his driveway. I would have cleared his driveway even if my parents didn't insist that I do a good turn for our senior citizen neighbor, so that he could get his car out of the garage. I arrived at his house earlier than I had promised. It is common for New England homes to have fully appointed rooms in the basements because the temperature below ground is more constant and easier to warm during the winter and cool during the humid summers. So when I passed the basement window I happened to look down through the window and witnessed Mr. Hatch getting into his snow gear. He stopped before zipping up the crotch and started masturbating. It turned me on watching him play with himself. I even stuffed my hand into my own snow-bibs. I was so excited that I dropped my snow shovel, and it made a terrible noise when it fell against the window. He was as startled as I was, and I stumbled backwards, and fell backwards down the slope into the snowbank. I must have gotten hung up on some sort of buried bush. I was still struggling when Mr. Hatch came out of the house. He found me struggled to extract myself from the snowbank. He was about six-feet tall, with reddish hair and a stocky build. When he found me stuck in the snow, he helped me free myself from the twig restraining me, then he dropped down and started tickling me. That led to us wrestling around on the snow for a short time. At the end of our playful little tussle he insisted on me coming into the house for a cup of hot chocolate. He suggested that we go down to the basement where it was warmer . Over the chocolate he asked, "Did you I enjoyed watching me jacking off, and do you play with yourself?" I was too embarrassed to admit that I had enjoyed watching him jack off, but I did admitted to masturbating myself. He said, "I jacked-off three or four time as day when he was my age. One time I jack-off so many times that I rubbed a blister on my cock. It was so swollen that it was as big around as it was long. Back in those days there was no such thing as K Y lubricant. We had to use Vaseline or a hair palm aid that smelled like flowers to lubricate our cocks. Most of the time my crotch smelled like a virtual flower garden." When we finished drinking our chocolate he instigated another wrestling match and tickling game that ended up on the floor. He managed too also grope the crotch of my snow suit. I was obligated to grope his crotch too. He sported an impressive bulge. We worked up a sweat during our playful wrestling match, so we agreed to remove them. When we were down to out underwear we continued wresting. I was in my tidy whites and Mr. Hatch was in white boxers. While we were wrestling his cock fell out of the fly. It had been one thing to see it through the window but seeing it up lose enough to smell it was another thing. I couldn't resist taking hold of his cock. All pretense of wrestling ended at that point. He pulled down the front of my underwear and started playing with my cock and balls. We started jacking each other off. He was on top of me and he took my cock into his mouth, and his cock and balls were dangling over my head, so I simply opened my mouth and took most of his cock into my mouth. He was fucking my mouth while sucking my cock. It was thrilling to be looking up at his hairy asshole while having him fucking my mouth. I almost chocked when he squirted his load of cum into my mouth. I gave him a taste of my own cum before we rolled over and rested. I thought about what we had done that evening while masturbating in my bed. I continued visiting Mr. Hatch two or three times a week and I enjoyed sucking his cock as much as him sucking mine. A couple of months passed before the subject of anal sex came up. We talked about sex while we rested after sucking cocks. He asked me if I had ever had anal sex with anyone. Of course I had thought about having that kind of sex before. I had seen photographs of male pornography depicting men buggering other men and boys. I just thought it would hurt too much to have someone bugger me. Mr. Hatch must have picked up onto my reluctance by my body language. He assured me, "I will be very careful not to hurt you." I eventually agreed to try it. He got out a tube of lubricant and greased up his cock carefully, then he lubricated my asshole. It actually felt good as he stuck two greasy fingers up my ass. He debated if it would be better to fuck me doggie style or in the missionary position. He told me that he preferred missionary because he like looking at my face, and he could jack me off. Just the same he opted for doggie style the first time. He had me lay face down across a padded footstool. I suspect he opted for doggie style because I couldn't fight to get away. I was trapped on my knees draped across the automat. He placed a strong hand on my back to hold me down while using the other hand to aim his cock at my puckered little asshole. When it started entering me I begged him to stop, but he had no intention of stopping. I knew he was all the way in when I felt his body pressing against my butt. He started fucking me slowly at first. The longer he fucked me the pain decreased. Mr. Hatch started increasing the speed of his fucking until I heard the slapping of wet skin as he slammed his hips against my butt. Suddenly he stopped moving and let out a soft moan. He laid over my back breathing in my ear. He was sweaty as he pinned me to the automat. It took a few minutes before his cock lost its erection and just slipped out of my ass. I thought my ass was bleeding until I raised my body until I was upright on my knees. I saw the watery white cum pooling on the floor between to my knees. I reached back to feel my asshole and found it gapping open. Mr. Hatch assured me, "Brian it will take a little while before you sphincter to relax and return to a puckered state." We rested for a while before we got dressed and I went home. That night my asshole was throbbing. I masturbated while thinking about Mr. Hatch fucking me. By spring time I was comfortable with Mr. Hatch fucking me missionary style, so that me could jack me off while he was fucking me. He also allowed me to fuck him. I loved the feeling on his sphincter gripping my cock. I was a confirmed pussy boy and knew gay sex was going to be my thing the rest of my live. 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