Date: Sat, 11 May 2019 12:13:57 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Late Coming Out (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, M/M) Incest, oral, anal, M/M 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 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. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Late Coming Out By Wolf I grew up in Alliance, Ohio. It was a small town southeast of Akron. With a population of 20,000 people. By the time I was a teenager I realized that I was fascinated with the bulge in the pants of adults and I couldn't help studying the cocks of the guys in the showers after physical education classes or the basketball and track athletes. I was reluctant to make my feeling known because the guys that were obviously gay got abused and teases. I did have cock envy because I had a small cock. My cock was only about four-inches long. There was one guy in particular that made no bones about liking cock. He had ginger-colored hair and had a way of walking that looked feminine. Seeing him walking the halls at school, someone would either say something rude about him being a fag or doing something physical like punching him. It seemed that the girls were the ones to come to his defense. I didn't abuse him, but I didn't defend him either. I did my best to avoid eye contact with him. When I graduated and had a part-time job earning a little money while I was trying to get into college. My grades were adequate but my family couldn't afford to pay the tuition. I would run into the guy in the local grocery store or any other of a number of places around town. One time I happened to run into him at a convince store while buying a slurpy. He smiled at me and said," Hello, Dave" I returned the greeting and as usual, I checked out his crotch and I had a hard-on. He must have noticed the way my jeans were tented, and he smiled, "Would you like to come home with me?" I was embarrassed and quickly scanned the place to see if anyone noticed. The only person in the store was the clerk. He was an Armenian and barely spoke English. I accepted his offer, and we walked to his home. His parents were not home, and we went to his room. We shared a joint and a couple of beers. I still had a painful boner that he was aware of, so he asked me, "Would you like me to suck your cock, David?" I didn't even know that he knew my name. I had a lump in my throat, so I nodded my head. He placed his hand on my crotch and felt my stiffy through my jeans. It throbbed in his hand, so he unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock and balls out of my underwear. He stroked my cock to ensure it was as hard as it would get before he bent over and took my cock into his mouth and started sucking. At one point he lifted his head and broke popper capsid under my nose. I felt a rush and my heart pounding. I had never had a blowjob before, and I placed my hands on top of his ginger-colored head while he was sucking me. I was so nervous it too him a long time before I squirted my load in his mouth. I was embarrassed about cumming in his mouth bur he licked my cock clean and smiled up at me. He didn't ask me to such his cock. We sat there on his bed for a little while. I was in to hurry to put my cock away. I felt obligated to return the favor. I reached over and placed my hand o his lap and gave his cock a squeeze. He simply smiles at me, so I unbuttoned his jeans and with his help, we pulled out his cock and balls. I was impressed with his six-inch un-cut cock. I pulled the foreskin back to expose the wet purple knob. There was already a drop of pre-cum forming at the hole. I wondered what it would taste like. I licked the knob and found out that there was very little taste to his pre-cum. I took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to suck him off. He rested a hand on the back of my head and told me, "You're doing a great job! I will let you know when I'm about to cum, in case you don't want to swallow my cum." I found the taste of his flesh was not bad at all. I could smell the lingering odor oh laundry detergent used to wash his clothes and his blur jeans clinging to his flesh. I marveled at the ginger color of his pubic hair. True to his word he removed his hand from the back of my head and said, "Dave, I'm about to cum." I was about to lift my head when I couldn't resist finding out what his cum would taste like. I did my best to suck his cock like it was a straw in an effort to make him cum. Then his cock jerked and I felt his cum squirt into my mouth. Like the pre-cum, there was very little taste. I swallowed his cum and cleaned his cock with my tongue and even licked his hairy balls. I was dressed and gone before his parents returned. I made an effort to see him until I went away to college. We would reenact that first blowjob, but eventually, we started sticking our finger in each other's asshole while sucking cock. He waited until I brought up the subject of anal sex. He assured me that he was no virgin and allowed me to fuck him. I had never felt anything like that before. I was sweating and the preparation dripped from my face onto his back. I clung to his hips while fucking him. The question was when was I going to let him fuck me. It was getting close to the beginning of the fall semester, so one night I offered to let him fuck me. I lay on my back and rested my heels on his shoulders as he greased up my asshole. I endured the pain of my first fuck quietly. He assured me that it would get easier. We fucked each other only a couple of more times before I went to college. College was a new experience for me. While completing my undergraduate required classes I took some classes in the fine arts building. The public speaking classes were associated with the drama building. The first time I had to take a leak in the fine arts building I was shocked to see a bearded professor leaning against a wall reading the school newspaper and a student was on his knees in front of him sucking the professor's cock. I learned quickly that that bathroom was where all the gays were free to have sex with each other. I quickly got n the habit of frequenting that bathroom. It didn't bother me to engage in oral sex in the common area of the bathroom, but I preferred to have anal sex behind closed doors of the toilet stalls. I eventually migrated to Mesquite, Nv. Another small farming town on Interstate 15 close to the Utah state line. When I'm horny I drive down to Las Vegas. I can pick up young guys working in the casinos easily enough. The guys working the cores lines work almost all night and sleep the mornings away, but enjoy fucking in the afternoon. I'm 48-years-old now and I wear a mustache and goatee. Straight men call that a womb broom, but in my case it id ball cushion, 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