Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:17:18 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Joey's Story 2 (gay/beginnings, M/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an 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 it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. 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 2008 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Joey's Story 2 Fast Food By Wolf When Joey entered college he hung out a hamburger joint just off campus because that was about the only food he could afford. He could simply walk to the joint. Almost any time because the place stayed open until 1 a.m. He was on first name bases with one of the short-order-cook. Joey felt an affinity for the old man because he never knew his own grandfathers and the old man was the grandfather type. He was a 62- year old, short, chubby man with close cropped white hair. Because of the heat behind the grill he tented to work on T-shirts and there was always unshaved chest hairs sticking over the neck of the shirt that were almost white too. After studying until late at night Joey would head for the joint for a bite to eat and talk to him about everything from the state of the football team to how fucked up the government was. Joey was in the Air force Reserve but still questioned our involvement in Vietnam. Joey was a physically fit 19-ywear old, 6-footer with a 32-inch waist at the time. His hair was black. He looked like he should have been a wide receiver on the football team. On one of those days when Joey didn't have any classes the next day and he had just finished a term paper and felt like celebrating. The cook was the closest thing he could call a friend so he walked the joint. The cook recognized that Joey was in a good mood the minute he entered to place. He was relaxed and talkative. It was close to the time that the second shift cook was taking over so he finished cleaning the place and deposited the plastic trash bag in the dumpster behind the joint. He opened a beer for himself and sat on the stool next to Joey. He suggested to Joey that he could come home with him and have a look at his collection of airplane models. They went out back and got in his old car. It was an old 1947 Ford two-door sedan. The thing was not in that good of shape but was worth restoring. The post war year's was when a lot of Detroit iron use soybean plastic for steering wheels, window handles, knobs and dash parts. The problem was when the plastic was exposed to sun light it was crumble like dry peanut brittle. The seat had been reupholstered with cheep woven plastic covers. It was not a long drive to his home. When they entered the old craftsman house it looked like an antique shop. It was like walking back through time. The house was right out of the twenties. The gas stove had porcelain handles that had to be lit by a wooden match. The fridge had a big cooling coil on top. Even the bathroom was right out of the twenties. The porcelain toilet had a water tank on the wall with a pull chain. The bathtub was just as old. It was a cast iron high back porcelain coated tub mounted on eagle claw feet gripping balls. The furniture in the house was right out of a Duncan Fifth furniture catalog. After he showed off the models they watched some TV that was hidden in an old cabinet. It was getting late and the cook invited Joey to stay for dinner. Afterwards he started rubbing Joey's shoulders. While he was doing that he asked him if he wanted a full body rub. Joey was all for it and even hoped it would lead to more. The cook suggested that he take a bath first. In the bathroom the cook started drawing a warm bath while Joey got undressed. When he settled into the tub the cook took off his own clothes and got in the tub behind Joey. He washed Joey's back for him and even reached around to wash his front. Joey got a monster boner just having the old mans big hands all over his body. The old man sure noticed the reaction. He suggested that they dry off and head for the bedroom. The old man had Joey lie face down on the bed so that he could rub his back. He was using baby oil on his skin as he rubbed Joey's back. He worked on the backs of Joey's legs from the calves up to the thighs and eventually he kneaded Joey's butt. Joey was enjoying the smell of baby oil and the feel of the big meaty hands on his ass when he felt a finger invade his asshole. The old man finger fucked him with ease before he mounted Joey's back and inserted his fat greasy cock into Joey's ass. By that time Joey had been fucked by enough men that he was able to relax his sphincter and accept the cock fairly easily. He enjoyed the feel of the heavy man on his back. When the old man was about to cum he placed his mouth on the right side of Joey's neck and bit him before sucking a bit hickey on Joey's neck. Joey lay there relishing the warmth as the old man came in his ass. It was awhile before the old man tolled off of his back. Joey cuddled up against the hairy chest of the chubby old man and felt the body oil as he ran his hands and fingers through the hairs as he drifted off to sleep. Joey spent a lot of nights reliving that night in the cook's bed while he finished going to school. 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 whitewold999@icqmail.com