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Subject: Becoming a Boy Lover (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, b/MMM, M/bbb) Adult Youth, oral, b/MMM, M/bbb 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 a consenting underage youths and adult males… If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at ail if you like. All flames will be ignored. Becoming a Boy Lover By Wolf I was brought up in West Greenwich Village New York City, on Christopher Street in a brown stone building with a Deli, tobacco shop, and a clothing store on the ground floor. The building smelled of a variety of ethnic food being prepared in the apartment on the second and third floors. My father was an abusive man that was quick to anger and he struck Mom and us children. I grew up hating and fearing him. Mom feared him and was relieved when he abandoned us when I was 10-years old. During the 1970s, children played stick ball, Kick the Can, touch football, and basketball in the streets and empty lots. We were exposed to gay sex almost everywhere. There were adult bookstores, gay clubs, and gay theaters everywhere. I witnessed men sucking cocks and buggering each other in back alleyways and anyplace they thought they wouldn’t be disturbed: like empty buildings, dark halls, and public parks. Gay people were everywhere. Almost every public bathroom had “GLORYHOLES” in every bathroom stall. I happened to be a mop headed blonde when I was 10-years-old. I was afraid of most men. There was one old man, named Nehal, that lived in our building that didn’t frighten me. He was a chubby white haired old man living on a pension. He befriended me. He invited me to go shopping with him. As we walked down the street he wanted to stop into the local bookstore. The clerk greeted the old man by name, with a grin. I knew that I was not legally not supposed to be in an adult bookstore, but the clerk didn’t challenge the old man or me as we made our way to the back where the arcade booths were located. We entered a booth and closed the door. He put a quarter in the machine and the monitor came to life. It was a video of a couple of men sucking each other’s cocks. I was sitting on his lap and he opened my pants and played with my little penis while we watched the video. About the time he put the third quarter in the machine, I saw a cock stick through the hole in the wall to my tight. The old man pushed my head down towards the cock. I was intrigued by the cock. The flesh-colored cock had a thick foreskin covering the head and looked like a bigger version of my own dick. I could smell it and there was a clear drop clinging to the tip of the puckered kayseri escort foreskin. I licked it and the liquid did taste bad at all, so I took as much of the cock into my mouth as possible. I sucked the cock until the cock erupted in my mouth. I swallowed the cum and liked it. The old man was getting off watching me suck the bodiless cock sticking through the partition. When I was finished, we exited the booth and left the store. I noticed that the old man had a wet spot on the front of his pants. The clerk winked at me and said: “Son, you’re welcome any time you care to visit with Nehal. Later Nehal asked me if I liked sucking that cock. I assured him that I did like the taste of the man’s cum. He explained to me that he enjoyed watching good looking boys like me sucking cocks. In those days no one was really worried about checking IDs, so by the time of my early teens I could go into any bookstore with glory holes, and because of my good looks I was welcome in these places. I developed an intense addiction to pornography. In those days you could only view porn in theaters, or on 8 mm film projectors. (There was no internet back then.) I was getting into an adult bookstore for free and the clerks give me a handful of tokens that allowed me to use the booths glory holes to suck as many cocks off as I wanted. Because of my look’s alder fagots were especially attracted to me. They were all too willing to give me all the quarters I needed to watch porn videos between the time a cock would be stuck through the gloryholes. I never got into the anal stuff. I thought that was too nasty. I was not even that interested in men. It was only their cocks that excited me. I had no sexual interest in females. I had female friends and they were comfortable with me because I was no threat to them sexually. A few of the girls in my neighborhood even liked to watch me suck the cocks of old men. All my sexual desires, fantasies, and actions revolved around ultimately sucking cocks and swallowing cum and focused on cock. Because I began my sexual activity with older men who were mature enough to ejaculate at that time I developed an intense addiction to sperm. The male semen. My entire sexual gratification or the way I expressed desires centered around a man’s cock especially a big one and the ultimate reward sucking his dick good enough so that I would be able to swallow the sperm. I could even cum myself sucking cocks without even touching myself. I really became and I still am a terrible cum addict or as they like to say cum whore. I began to understand that the older I got the fewer older men we were interested in me, at the same time I realized I was attracted to young boys. Even back then in my early teenage years, I began to understand something else about myself. As much as I enjoyed sexual gratification sucking older men cock, keçiören escort which I did all the time as much as I possibly could. I also noticed that even though I was sexually stimulated and turned on by sucking a grown man’s dick, I felt no intense attraction to older men in a way that their bodies, their personalities and the entire package of being an adult male would be attractive to me. I was attracted to the physical act of performing oral sex on a man and swallowing his cum, but the man himself was not attractive to me and did not interest me as a matter of fact I began to realize that my real close personal relationships and true friends were with only females and I only required sexual gratification from performing oral sex on adult males, and I did not require females in any way for any form of sexual satisfaction. If I was not playing in the games on the streets with the other boys, I was watching the other boys playing. After the games it was common to come upon a young athlete relieving himself in an alleyway. I would join them and after we finished peeing, I would start masturbating. A lot of times they would run away, but plenty of times they would watch intently because they envied my large cock with a thick foreskin covering the head. In exchange for allowing them to touch my cock they would allow me to touch theirs. After becoming their friend, they would allow me to suck their clean little dicks and scrotums that were wrinkled like walnut shells. There was an ever-ending flow of young boys on the streets every year. I thought about the way older men had seduced me into having oral sex with them. I realized the playgrounds, parks, and streets where organized games were played were the place to find boys. There were always boys too small to play in the rough games, but wanted to play. I would talk to them and explain how to get bigger and stronger. If they express that they are thirsty and I off to buy them a soda. When they need to pee, I accompany them to a public convenience and watch them relieve themselves and I compliment them on what a nice-looking penis. I take my cock out and play with it while I pee. If they show an interest in my cock, I allow them to hold it. If I’m lucky I move us to a cubical and suck them off. One time I was watching some boys playing touch football on the street and I was sitting on a stoop watching them playing. Close by was a group of girls watching the action. There was a slender boy wearing blue shorts and a blue tank-top. I could hear what he was telling the girls. He was telling them about his school taking a field trip to a matinee performance of Camelot. He was telling them about the play but he really got animated when he described the death scene of Sir Lancelot. He was describing King Arthur on his knees holding Lancelot and them singing and at ankara kendi evi olan escort the end of the song Lancelot died and King Arthur kissed Lancelot. He explained how he almost had an orgasm watching them kissing. (The girls were amused by his narration.) He continued his story about their class getting a tour of the back stage. The stage hands were setting up the set for the evening performance. The cast were relaxing, getting something to drink or eat before changing into the first act costumes. He told them that he slipped away from the group and wondered around on his own. He found a backstage men’s bathroom and when he entered, he saw two od the male cores line actors in there. They were in partial costumes. One was leaning against the wall and the other guy was on his knees in front of the other guy. They both had their codpiece’s down and the guy on his knees was sucking the first guy’s cock. The girls were giggling at his description. Eventually, the group broke up and went in different directions. I watched the boy as he turned down the alley. I followed him and when we were out of sight of anyone I caught up with the boy. I had heard the girls refer to him as Gerry but I said: “Gerald may I talk to you?” He looked at me indignantly and said: “MY NAME IS GERRY!” “I’m sorry I must have misunderstood the girls talking to you! Would you talk to me?” The cute boy looked me up and down as he stood there with his left hand on his hip and the right arm bent up with his hand close to his face. In a typical limp wrist fashion, and said: “Do you want me to suck your cock?” His bold question shocked me. I chuckled before saying: “I was thinking about sucking your dick, Son.” The young tart took hold of my hand and led me to a secluded spot between two dumpsters. He opened his shorts revealing that he was wearing tight little pink girl’s panties. He pulled the front down under his little balls and pulled on his youthful uncut penis until it was hard. I knelt before him and gently cupped his balls as I sucked hid sweet little penis. I was in heaven smelling the fresh clean odor of a young boy. When he had a dry orgasm, I relished his thrill. As soon as I stood up the boy reached for my crotch without bothering to put his penis away. He unfastened my pants and fished out my cock. He got excited when he found that I sported a thick foreskin. He pulled the skin back and licked my sensitive head. He skillfully sucked my cock until I squirted my load into his mouth and he swallowed it all and lucked my cock clean. After we put our junk away, he walked with me to the street. He expressed his desire to see me again. We separated ways with promises to meet again. I find them irresistible and I’m immediately stimulated erect when I see a cute blonde haired young boy with blue eyes especially in the summer in the city when his shirts off and I can hardly resist walking right up to the cute young boy and begin massaging his nipples, chest, torso, and kissing him on the cheek. 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