Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2017 09:04:48 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: My Boss (Gay/Domination, oral, anal, ws, M/MMM) Domination, oral, anal, ws, M/MMM 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 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. My Boss By Wolf I have to admit that I was the only child in a middle class religious family. Sex was never discussed at home. My parents even slept in separate bedrooms. What I knew about sex came about in my high school biology class. It all sounded rather messy. I even went to an evangelical fundamental college that was not even accredited. The college was located near Sunset Boulevard on Glendale Boulevard and the northeast corner of Echo lake. It was founded by a female evangelical preacher ad her husband. I don't want to mention the denomination of the church. I was so ignorant that I never recognized that the movie Elmer Gantry was based on them. Looking back on my college days I came to the conclusion that the faculty's goal was to act as matchmakers for young girls planning on marrying future minister of the faith. It was all lost on me. It never occurred to me that anyone would consider me attractive. I thought I was plain looking. I had brown hair and eyes. I was only 5' 9" 140 pounds. I didn't feel lie there was anything outstanding about me. I was not attracted to any of the girls at school. They were either not attractive or they were too needy. The second objective of the faculty was to protect us from the prostitution and gay sex all around us. They preached to us about the evils of gay sex and prostitution. We were kept under almost constant supervision, to prevent us from learning about all of the gay establishments in the neighborhood. In truth I was oblivious to sexual innuendos. I wouldn't have recognized flirtations from either males or females. Looking back, I realize that several girls tried to flirt with me before I graduated from college, and I was too stupid to recognize that a couple of guys had flirted with me as well. I can't believe how naive I was when I entered the workforce. My GPA was respectable, on paper I was a good prospect for employment. I was recruited while on campus. The man that courted me was well respected by the administration of the school. He had hired several graduates of the school, and had been a graduate from the school with honors. He was very understanding about my naiveite. He assured me that he would find a place for me to lived while I settled in to my new job. He didn't mention my new lodgings would be in his home. I packed up my meager belongings ad informed my parents about my new job and being hired by a member of out church. His home was in the hills just off Frankland Ave. in the Los Feliz District. Little did I know just how gay the neighborhood was. I didn't even question when he told me his little bungalow had been built in the 1920s and only had one bedroom. He assured me that it would be no imposition to shave his full-sized bed with me. I looked upon my new boss as a father figure. He reminded me of Santa Clause without the beard. He was a roly-poly gentleman with white hair, wire-rimmed-glasses over blue eyes. The first night we were getting ready for bed I couldn't help noticing just how hairy he was, and his body hair was just as white, except for his pubic hair, that was salt- an-pepper. His balls were large, but his cock was not very large, but it was very thick and he sported foreskin that dangled well past the end of the head. I was even embarrassed for having noticed what it looked like. I settled in and began to learn what my job would entail. I was excited to be working for a business associated with the church. That first day went quickly and I got to meet my fellow employees. They were all very encouraging, and assured me that I would love our boss. He even insisted to taking me to dinner that first evening. When my boss took me to dinner It didn't occur to me that the restaurant was occupied by only men, and the waiters were young men too. When the maître D' escorted us to a table for two, his comment about liking his new twinker. My boss simply gave him a disapproving look as we were seated. I figured by his reaction that he would like me asking what the word meant. I did feel a little uneasy when men at neighboring tables winked at me and held u the wine glasses as a gestor of a toast to me. When we got home he insisted on us drinking more wine. I had never liked the taste of wine, so I had never been drunk before. By the time the bottle was empty I was dizzy. My boss led me to the bedroom and helped me get undressed. I had always slept in pajamas, and felt very vulnerable being put to bed naked. I lay there watching him undress. This was the first time I saw his chubby body covered with hair. He had large man tits with nipple jewelry piercing them. There was also a steel ring dangling from the underside of his foreskin. I eventually learned he used the ring to attach weights to stretch the skin. I found the look disturbing, as he crawled into bed with me. He pulled me close to his ponderous body and to my dismay kissed me on the cheek. I feared he was going to do more. I was not so ignorant that I didn't have some idea what men did with each other. I lay there in his arms smelling his body too nervous to go to sleep. Eventually I heard his heavy breathing and it turned to snoring. I eventually fell asleep. In the morning we took turns showering, got dressed and ate cereal before he took me to work. He set about instructing me on the operation of the business. My fellow employees were very helpful. They were in a good mood and I started to understand some of the double-entendres they were saying at my expense. We were filling orders for autographed copies of the bible, healing towels, and a variety of other religious objects to the faithful. As I learned about the business I slowly became disillusioned by the all of the hypocrisy of it all. The bibles were sold as signed by the founders of the church and recently discovered, even though both of them had been dead for decades. The bibles were just printed with publishing dates they had passes away. The healing towels were made in China by child labor, and sold at a five- hundred-percent-profit. The religious artifacts were made in Mexica and also sold at a sinfully inflated profit. Even with the substernal tithing to the church, it was obvious that my boss and the current head of the church were becoming wealthy men. I began to hear stories about the founders of the church. She preached that everyone should believe every word in the bible, but she loved to hang out with the Hollywood set and dressing flashier than the movie stars she admired on the screen. There was a big news story one time when she disappeared for a week only to show up in Palm Springs claiming that she had been kidnaped and escaped and walked across the desert for almost a week. When it was pointed out that she wasn't sun burned or dehydrated, she claimed it was GODS maniacal. There were rumors about her husband having to pay off young girls that he had impregnated to keep it quiet. The faithful wouldn't believe anything negative about them. As far as they were concerned they were being persecuted by people inspired by the Devil. As for me, I began to believe everything whispered about them. The more disillusioned I became about the church, the easier it was for me to accept the physical advances of my boss. He was of Swedish extraction, and I had always called him Mr. Goughler, but he insisted that I call him Daddy in private. It bothered me when I heard his employees called him Mr. Gobbler behind his back. But I had to admit that his behavior was very homosexual. It didn't take long for me to become comfortable sleeping with my boss. He slowly became more physical with me. He would walk around the house in the nude and would place his hands on his genitalia and lift his package up. When we went to bed his kisses became more than just a peck on the cheek. One evening he placed his mouth on mine and gave me a wet kiss, with tongue. It shocked me, but I didn't object. That must have emboldened him, because he placed his hand on my chest and started rubbing my chest like my mother used to do when I had a cold, and she rubbed Ben- gay on my chest. It made my nipples hard, and my dick got hard. Before I knew it his big paw of a hand was sliding down my body to my crotch. When his chubby fingers touched my penis responded by jerking and it felt like it was harder than it had ever been before. To me it seemed to be twice as long as it had ever been. I almost panicked when he took hold of my penis. He started milking my penis, and I was seating like I was in a steam-room. I lay there on my back afraid to move. He pulled on it for a while, but I couldn't cum. Just when I thought he was going to give up, he moved his ponderous body around to lean over me, and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked on it like the mechanical milking machines used back on the farm to milk cows. While he was sucking my cock, he used his right hand to play with my scrotum. At one point he moved his hand down further between my legs and stuck a chubby finger into my asshole. The shock of his action caused me to uncountably squirt cum into his mouth. All my life I had been admonished not to spill my seed on the ground, quoting the bible. I had always been embarrassed when my mother scold me when she found cum stains on my bed sheets after leaking in my sleep. Watching my boss swallow my cum was beyond my understanding. My boss assured me that I was a good boy and he loved me. He even moved around to take me in his arms and kiss me on the mouth. It was strange being kissed by a man with cum still in his mouth. He wouldn't let go of me. He spooned me and continued clinging to my penis. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I thought I was going to be damned forever for enjoying having him suck my penis. In the morning he was very affectionate. He was not ashamed about what he had done. He insisted that I call him Daddy while we showered and got ready for work. I felt like everyone at work could tell what had happened last night. In truth my guilty behavior was a clue. Whenever I was interacting with any of the dozen employees, they would smile and make comments like, "Was it good?" That evening when we got home and we finished dinner and we were watching TV he insisted on me sitting next to him, and I had to call him Daddy. He drew me close with one hand and unbuttoned my shirt with the other. He kissed me while playing with my nipples. Before long he unfastened my pants and pulled out my penis to play with. His next move was to use one hand to unfasten his own pants and pull out his penis, so that he could demonstrated how he wanted me to jack him off. I did start masturbating him. I watched him take hold of his foreskin with one hand and use his index finger of the other hand to stick inside the foreskin and circle the knob several times. When he let go of the foreskin and pulled the finger out of the foreskin he rubbed my lips with that finger, and stuck it in my mouth. I tasted the pitter slim coating his finger. When he placed my hand around his cock his thick cock did grow a little and his warm lose foreskin was easily pulled up. He pleaded, "Please make Daddy feel good son." I did masturbate him slowly for a short time. Then he placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down into his lap. He rubbed my mouth with the head of his cock until I opened my mouth. I reluctantly sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. He held my head down until I swallowed his cum. When he allowed me to lift my head he kissed me again. I was confused because everything I had been taught I should have been ashamed of what had just happened, but I had enjoyed sucking on my father figure's cock. Mutual cock sucking became a regular thing whenever we had an opportunity. He even got some sort of perverse pleasure pulling his car over in places like Elysian Park and having me suck his cock while he sat behind the wheel, watching families having pick nicks and playing on the grassy grounds. When we were home we would masturbate each other and suck cocks. It was somehow exciting to kneel between his thick thighs and hold his balls while sucking his cock, and feel his pot belly resting on top of my had. One evening when I was comfortable sucking his cock, he rolled me over onto my side and spooned me, only this time he actually lifted my leg to get access to my asshole. He used his hand to stuff his cock into my asshole. It hurt and I begged him to pull it out, but he assured me that if I relaxed I would learn to love being fucked. With ever thrust of his body I grunted in pain. When he came in my ass he held me tightly against his body until his cock went limp and slipped out of my ass. The next day at work I was teased because of the way I was walking. I got comments like, "So Daddy finely got around to breeding you last night. We wondered how long he would take before her got around to making you his bitch." As insulting as the term BITCH may be, I felt proud that I was loved by my new Daddy. I became his bitch until he chose to share me with other men, and he adopted a younger male from the college. I became the lover of many men both I the church and none believers. After all I had learned that the religion was in fact just a business. 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@gmail.com