Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2023 13:37:14 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Kevin's Education (Gay/ Young Friends, oral, b/bbbmM) Young Friends, oral, b/bbbmM 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 boys, a teenager, and a man. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Kevin's Education By Wolf My family had lived in Houston, Minneapolis, and in Atlanta before moving to Rochester, NY because my father changed his professional career. Rochester was a nice place, and a big corporate office town which is why we were there. I hated it when we first moved there but I eventually learned to like it. I don't know what Rochester is like now, but it was a wealthy place then, and there were a lot of "company families" that came and went because dads would get transferred. We lived in a nice two-story home. We made the move in June of 1970. I didn't know anyone and was lonely for a while. My older brother was a teenager and got a job right away to earn money to buy his own car, so he had little time to spend with me, besides I was only 11-years-old and a child as far as he was concerned. My younger sister was just an infant. I spent the first couple of weeks riding my bicycle around learning about the community. We did have a swimming pool, which was great, but nobody to go into the pool with. I was exploring our neighborhood on my bike when I met Tim and Robbie. We were riding alongside the river, and they had seen me in the neighborhood. They actually knew the family that had lived in our house before us. Tim made a comment something like: "I've been in your home, when the other family lived there "Tim was my best friend, and he was also 11-years-iold. He had sandy colored hair, and further along in puberty than me. I was envious of his larger-than-average balls. He was funny, and he was the "Alfa": personality in the friendship. We started riding our bikes together everywhere. Kevin, was also an 11-year-old, taller than us and skinny, lol. He had brown hair and eyes. Paul was his older brother, and he was three years older than us. Paul had blond hair, the athletic type, and something of a hunk to the girls at school. He was also a cool guy, and very popular. I realized later that I idealized him. Robbie was a younger brother, about 9-years-old, and only involved because he was "there" but not participating too much. He wasn't interested in other boys, but as a younger brother he tagged along. Now, I am taller and I should be skinnier!!!! I had brown hair, and brown eyes, and I was a late bloomer. We just hit it off, and we liked the same things. Books, reading, movies. Stuff like that. Tim said, "There are dirty books at my house. Want to see?" I had seen a magazine or two before, which I spotted when snooping in my older brother's room. It was a Hustler magazine, and it had a naked man in one of the pictorials. I already knew I liked naked men, because I saw them at the YMCA in the changing room when we lived in Minneapolis, and in Atlanta. I took swimming lessons and loved it, but I was never into sports of any kind. So, we biked to their house, which was about three blocks from mine. I met his mom, and she asked me some questions and called my mother, she welcomed her to the area, and in an instant, I had a new best friend. We were in their rec-room and his dad's office was just off of that room, and the stash of "dirty books" (as we called porn magazines then) was in that office. His collection was huge, and I mean huge like a few hundred magazines. There were the usual ones, like Penthouse and Hustler, but also a lot of foreign ones (German, I remember) and some others. Many were from the 1960s and were very XXX hardcore, and that was the first time I saw foursomes, lesbianism, bisexual activity, and a black cock. The photo spread was a four-way with two women, two men and one was black. It was a mind-blowing moment that is for sure!! Between us there was no hesitation about "let's show one another our cocks" and we pulled our boners out and compared them. I was big enough, but smaller than Tim. Bigger than Robbie, but both of those boys had bigger balls than I did. I remember feeling inadequate and a bit embarrassed. I also have to tell you that at that moment I didn't know what masturbation was, and there would NEVER have been a pornographic magazine in my family home except the ones my brother hid in his room. Mrs. Smith called my mom and invited her over for coffee. We went to the same church, and the Smiths knew the people who moved out of our house as well. Suddenly, Rochester was a friendlier place for us. Within a few weeks I was invited to have a sleepover at their house. I seem to remember the story was my parents were going away, taking my sister, and my older brother was staying home to work, but not ready to take care of an 11-year-old brother. Mrs. Smith stepped in to invite me to stay with her family. I remember being excited about the sleepover because the rules at their household were more relaxed than my own. Lots of unsupervised time, no bedtimes, and a bit of a freewheeling style of parenting I realize now. It was fun, and my mother liked them (same church and same school) so it was good. We built a "fort" in the rec-room. We strung up sheets and blankets, and we used a table as a special fort. Tim showed me that in the Monopoly game box he had stashed some of his dad's porn, and there were a few that I had not seen before. Some of them were kind of cheaply produced, black and white photos, and were from the 1960s or early 1970s. I could tell by the hair styles, lol. While the magazines were mainly straight ones, a few were sort of about cocks and men. One was titled "The Penis" and it really was about selling a penis pump, and it was page after page of hung guys showing off their cocks, and the text was like "John has a massive endowment after using the pump daily for only 1 month! Be like John!" We ogled those men. Some were teens. Tim pointed at one model (I can still see this in my mind) and said, "Paul has a cock like that." I was floored "You've seen Paul's cock?!?" He told me many times. We rode our bikes that day, we had lunch, and we had a regular afternoon. I kept thinking about those magazines and couldn't wait for the "sleepover" to start. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were fun, kind of boisterous, and he was so funny. I really liked Mr. Smith, a lot. Mrs. Smith was the type of mom who liked good manners, polite kids, and no trouble. She kept a very untidy house (as my mother thought) and sort of let us do whatever we wanted if we were polite and not too noisy. She didn't object when we turned the entire rec-room into a fort with every blanket, sleeping bag, spare cushion and box we could get our hands on. She was upstairs in the living room, and Mr. and Mrs. spent lots of time in their room with the door closed. After supper we were in the fort. The TV was on and I remember that it was a James Bond movie "DR NO." There was a 007 movie marathon all night and that was why we were camping out in the rec-room. This is what happened and how my life changed. Paul joined us. He had to crawl in through our "secret door" and we were behind the table, hidden, playing Monopoly. Kevin, Tim, and Robbie had the dirty books, three boners, and we were just looking and pointing things out. Tim seemed to "know a lot" and would say things like: "This girl probably makes a lot of money posing like this, and this guy has a bigger cock than that guy because... blah blah blah." I didn't know a thing about sex so I lapped it all up. Tim points to a male model's huge cock and said: "This guy looks like you, Paul," and Paul said, something like: "Affirmative to that," and got on his knees and dropped his PJ bottoms down. Paul was developed! I had no pubic hair, and Tim had a lot of fuzz, and Robbie had none. Paul had the bush all boys want and can't wait to grow. We admired it, and he offered to "let us feel it" and "touch his cock" which we all took turns doing. Paul took over the role of explaining what was happening in the pictures we were looking at. I learned lots of new terms, such as menage a trois and cum. I had never jerked off before, and didn't know what it was, and was amazed, thrilled, and frightened when I first reached over and felt Paul Smith's big hard cock. We all lay down and Tim showed me how to jerk off. I actually asked "What for?" and he said "You do it for the way it feels." For some reason Paul left, and the three of us jerked off. I had my first orgasm with those two brothers, and my body went into spasms and shakes, and while I didn't have any ejaculation it was a powerful experience. I had the shakes afterward, an intense sense of guilt, then a feeling of euphoria. We actually played the board game for a while and watched James Bond movies. Later, Paul returned and we were "allowed" to touch is cock again. This time we took turns slipping our hands down his pajama bottoms, feeling his bush, his thickening cock and his balls. He got a throaty voice and said he had "let's do something that is fun" and went further behind the table, completely hidden. He slid his bottoms down to his ankles, and he pointed his cock straight up at the sky and said, "Let's have an all-guy orgy, a big orgy" and without skipping a beat Tim leaned over, smiled and sort of giggled, and said: "Look what I can do!" and popped that swollen cock head in his mouth! FUCK, I WAS FREAKING OUT!! I had been called a fag before and now this.... I almost freaked. Tim stopped, and Robbie did it, then Paul pointed it toward me and it was just the most natural thing in the world to do it too. I tentatively sucked at his cock head (to be sure, he was big and developed for his age) and I remember wanting to appear "reluctant" and somehow hesitant. I did that because I didn't want them to think it was natural for me, but that I was just playing along. Keep in mind I had only learned about masturbation a couple of hours before, we had moved on to popcorn and sodas, and now I was giving a blowjob. Paul got himself off by jerking his cock off and spurting cum on his chest. We watched it dribbled down his chest and Tim said: "He could fuck a girl now" and we all marveled at his manliness! Lol. Tim put some cum on his finger, giggled because he was a giggly kid, and tasted it. Not wanting to miss out, I did that too. So, on the first night I learned what masturbation was, did it once, gave a blowjob, and then masturbated again. That was the first time. It progressed from that point onward, and you can probably guess that with that level of sexual activity between the brothers, the obvious experience, the open access to the porn collection and the freedom and privacy that the father was involved in. I learned about that soon enough. I made sure to be alone with Paul several times and Paul was happy to let my suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He encouraged me to swallow his cum, because it would make me able to produce cum faster than other boys. One day when I was at their house, their mother had taken the younger boys to the movies. There was just their father and Paul in the house. Paul invited me to come up to his bedroom. When we were in his room, he took off all of his clothes, and sat on the side of his bed, before he dared to take all of my clothes off too. It was a thrillingly nasty idea. The only reason they hesitated was the fast that their father was in the house. Paul assured me that his father was watching football on the TV, and drinking beer. So, I took off all of my clothes, and knelt between Paul's spread legs, and started sucking his cock. I was really getting into it when the door opened and in walked their father. I panicked. Paul had to place his hands on the back of my head in place. Their father said: "Are you having a good time, boys?" Paul responded: "I'm teaching Kevin how to suck cocks." Mr. Smith asked: "Should we teach him to be a pussy boy?" Paul said: I was going to do that next." M, Smith was only wearing boxer-shorts and a T- shirt. It only took a little tough and the fly flew open and they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. When I got a look at him, it frightened me. Mr. Smith was at least six-feet-tall. He had a beer belly that hung over his crotch shading his very hairy pubic bone, and he had a very thick cock that was at least six-inches-long. The size of the purple mushroom head was enough for me to be frightened at the prospect of him sticking that thing into my mouth. Mr. Smith retrieved a tube of some sort of lubricant from the nightstand. (He knew that it was in there.) When he returned to stand behind me, he applied a generous amount to the top of his cock and used his right hand to wrap around the shaft and spread the stuff all over his cock. Then he used his greasy finger to smear the lubricant all around my asshole and penetrate my asshole. When I saw him applying the lubricant to his cock, I knew what he intended to do to me and I went into a cold sweat when he lubricated my asshole. I wanted to protest, but Paul was holding my head in place with his cock in my mouth. He said in a soft voice: "My boys love having my cock in their butts now! After I breed you a few times you will feel empty without a cock in your ass." He took hold of my hips and pulled me up to make me stand while I was still sucking cock. He still had to straddle my butt to squat down and alien his cock with my hole. When he penetrated my ass, the pain was intense. I gagged when I cried. While he fucked me, Paul continued to fuck my mouth. Paul came in my mouth first, and I had to swallow his cum or chock. Later his father slammed his body against my butt and held still while he emptied his balls in my ass. When he pulled his cock out of my ass, I felt a rush of cold air on my butt, and felt liquid dripping from my balls. For all I knew it was blood until I saw the pool of white cum on the floor when I looked down between my legs. My asshole was throbbing. When they were finished, they took me into the bathroom and cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. They assured me that I would only be sore for a couple of days. I walked funny going home, and I thought about how my ass hurt that night. The next day I was still sore but I was thinking about being fucked again. After school I sought out Paul before his parents would get home from school. When we were in his bedroom, he retrieved the tube of lubricant from his nightstand right away. He dropped our pants and he lubricated his cock and my asshole just like his father had done the day before. Paul's cock was not as big as his father's, but it was big enough to hurt almost as much. I was moaning with every thrust and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I must have made to much noise, because Tim came into the bedroom and watched his older brother fucking my ass. The funny thing was that even though it hurt like hell I had a dry orgasm. When Paul pulled out of my ass, Tim licked his brother's cum leaking out of my asshole, and his brother's cock clean. Before the following weekend Mr. Smith made an arrangement to take us boys camping. All of us were excited about the prospect of going camping. We collected and packed everything we thought we would need and packed it and repacked everything a couple of times. When Friday arrived, we had already loaded Mr. Smith's Big Chevy Suburban. We piled in after he had changed clothes, and we were off to the mountains. We were rambunctious for at least an hour before we settled down. We did get excited again when we were driving up the mountain as we were rounding the curves. When the truck turned off of the paved road. The dirt road was bumpy with ruts carved in the road. We eventually arrived at a parking lot at the tail head. We slung our pack on and headed up the tail. I was not used to hiking up mountain trails, and struggled to keep up with the Smiths. We eventually arrived at a valley with a sizable lake. We circled the lake to the far side of the lake and followed a stream up the mountain to a grassy bench. From that location the lake was not visible. We dropped our packs and started setting up camp. The air was warm and heavy with the peppery scent of cedar trees, and pine trees. There was no need to set up tents. We just used a ground cloth to make a lento that was accolade all of our sleeping bags. Mr. Smith set up a couple of backpacking stoves and started boiling water gathered from the stream. He prepared denier from freeze dried packages. After we finished cleaning up the dishes, and doing our best to bury any leftover food in an effort to not attract wildlife. It was beginning to get dark. Mr. Smith and the boys began taking off their clothes. I followed suit. When everyone was naked, they began pairing up. Mr. Smith Took me by the hand and had me lay with him on top of his sleeping bag. It felt strange to be bedding down naked with a naked Mr. Smith. It came as a surprise when he spooned me and I felt his cock poking against my butt. Then I felt his powerful hand gliding over my body and I sprang a boner long before his fingers reached my crotch. He took hold of my penis and began to masturbate me, and I felt his cock start seeking out my asshole. When he began to stretch my asshole, I have to admit that it hurt a lot. Mr. Smith said: "The boys can tell you that they did get used to being bred. I looked over at the boys, and saw them humping each other. I wasn't distracted long, because the pain in my ass increased as the full girth of Mr. Smith's cock was penetrating my ass. I had never experienced anything like that before. I reached an orgasm quickly and squirted my load all over the sleeping bag and my thigh. I could feel Mr. Smith's breath on the back of my neck and heard him grunting. It was only a matter of minutes before he barked into my ear": "I'm Cumming!" He stopped moving, and all I could feel was the throbbing of my asshole. I didn't even feel when he withdrew his cock. I reached back to feel my asshole and found that it was gagging open, and any attempt to clinch it shut sent a sharp pain through me that forced me to relax my asshole. The slippery stuff on my fingers could have been blood as far as I knew. I was afraid to look at my fingers, but when I looked at my fingers it was obvious that it was noy blood, but it was Mr. Smith's cum. Before we returned home, I had sucked and fucked all of the boys. I had also sucked and been fucked a couple of more times by Mr. Smith. I slept on the drive home satisfied in the knowledge that I was a faggot! 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