Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 11:59:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: The Bear and the Cub (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, M/b) DISCLAIMER: 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. 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 distasteful 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 2013 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. The Bear and the Cub By Wolf I like to spend my afternoons on the front porch enjoying a good cigar. I hate cheap cigars with the paper under the tobacco leaf rapper. I only buy imported cigars that are hand wrapped. I'm a retired Navy Chief Machines mate. I was a 17- year-ols Kiddy Cruiser when I joined the Navy. After 30 years abort a Destroyer I retired with nothing to my name other than my retirement. I didn't have much family, and the ones I did have, would never approve of my life style. Over the years I had put on a lot of weight and I truly became a hairy bear. I rented a small duplex from an old deaf lady. She didn't mind that I am gay, because she couldn't hear what was going on in my apartment. It was located about five miles east of the 32-Street entrance to Ten Can Alley, San Diego, California. I noticed a lot of street urchins playing in the neighborhood, but was not interested in chickens, so I didn't pay much attention to them while I enjoyed a good smoke, while watching the sun go down over the rooftops of the old war time apartments. I kept noticing one boy though that kept hanging around the front of my place. The boy was a little chubby, blond headed boy with freckles across his nose, and freckles on his shoulders when I saw him without a shirt. I swear that he only owned one pair of shoes, and a couple of jeans, and no more than a half dozen T-shirts. Some of them had holes in them. He started talking to me from the sidewalk that was no more than 10- feet away. The sidewalk was in such bad repair that the kids couldn't use their skateboards on it. Over the course of a few weeks I learned a lot about this boy. He lived in a foster home down the street. The women only had foster children in her home because of the money. She had at least six boys living there, and if a few of them stayed out all night it just meant she didn't have to feed them. The boy told me that his name was Jacky. I couldn't help liking the boy, because he looked as sweet as could be. He was one of those 8-year-olds that could almost pass for a pre-pubescent girl. He sported those little boy tits. He could tell that I was a retired sailor because of the tattoos on my arms. He wanted me to tell him all about what it had been like in the Navy. The more we talked the more personal his questions got about my personal life. I'm sure he had seen men coming to visit me. A lot of them were still active in the Navy. He wanted to know what we did when we got horny. I thought he was pretty young to be asking questions about sex, but I figured that living in foster homes exposed him to sex at a very young age. I simply told him that the crew of a Tin Can is about 360 men. You get to know everyone pretty quickly. There is always someone around willing to give you a helping hand. I let it go at that, but he wouldn't let it be. He wanted to know about what it had been like then I got aboard my first ship. I smiled, "I was just an innocent 17- year-old Kiddy Cruiser my first enlistment, due to be discharged by 21. Being a young curly headed youth I was assigned to the engine room run by an old Chief Machinist Mate. He instantly took a liking to me. I was always assigned to the same shift as him. When we were not on duty he had a small compartment that everyone knew was his private place. He introduced me to sex at sea. Jacky wanted me to tell him what the Chief did to me, so I told him how the man would undress me and have me undress him before he made me suck his cock. The Chief would suck my cock too. He liked to lick my asshole before he would fuck me. I was his private boy that first year. When we got back to San Diego and everyone got back from leave we got new boots to replace men that had been discharged. The next crews the Chief had a new boot to sleep with. I became the property of the Officer in charge of the engine room. At least he had a stateroom that he shared with the Gunnery Officer. That was no problem because the Gunnery Officer had a young sailor to fuck too. I guess you could say my ship was a love boat. I eventually had sex with every officer on board. I figured I had told him everything he needed to know. Jessy asked me if I thought he would make a good sailor. I smiled and said that was about 10-years away, but if he wanted to join the Navy he should do his best to get good grades in school and think about getting involved in some sort of sports to get in shape. One afternoon Jessy asked me if he could see my home. I figured 'What the Hell' if his foster mother didn't give a shit, why not show the boy what it was all about. I showed him my duplex. The downstairs consisted of a small living room, kitchen, with dining area, and a small half bathroom. The upstairs had a bedroom, another full sized bathroom, along with a storage room. The ashtrays were always full of cigar butts and the house reeked of the smell of stile cigar smoke. Living with it you don't even notice the smell until you have been away long enough to clear your nostrils. Jessy did even seem to mind the odor. I knew I was an old 52-year-old bear of a man with a 42 inch waistline and enough gray body hair to make a sweater out of. I wondered what Jessy would react to seeing me naked. I needn't have worried because when I removed all of my clothes, and sat on my bed Jessy sat on my lap and hugged and kissed me. I couldn't believe my luck, AT MY AGE I WAS BECOMING A FATHER! I removed his old thing faded T-shirt. Like I said, he had those baby fat tits. I sucked on them until his flesh was red from where my mouth covered his tits. While I was sucking on his tits, I unfastened his jeans. I had to stand him on his feet long enough to pull down his jeans and old yellowish and frayed underwear, along with his shoes and socks. While he was standing there I played with his little prick and balls. Jessy was also pulling on my thick rubbery cock too. I sucked on his prick until he was begging me to stop, because it was starting to hurt. I felt so good that I reached for a cigar and lit the boy lick the wrapper for me, but then I got a wicked idea. I had Jessy get on top of the bed on his knees, head down, with his butt sticking up in the air. I stuck the butt of my cigar up his asshole and turned it around getting it we from his asshole lining. Then I sat back on my heels and lit up. After taking a big drag on the cigar I guided my cock to the boy's asshole and shoved it in slowly. Jessy was whining, but he didn't tell me to take it out. I fucked him until I deposited my load of cum in his ass, just about the same time I finished my cigar. Later Jessy admitted that some of the older boys in the foster home fucked him too. I didn't feel so bad about fucking him. He laid on top o my belly and sucked on my hairy nipples and felt my round belly. He went down on me and sucked my cock again. This time when I shot my load of cum there wasn't very much, but he swallowed it. Jessy became a regular visitor, and his faster mother even approved as long as he showed up when the social worker dropped by to verify the number of boys living with her. Jessy even slept with me most nights. He loved having my hairy legs wrapped around his body. He even wanted tattoos like mine, but I advised him not to get any until after he was in the Navy. There were nights when one of my old cronies would drop by. Jessy was only too happy to suck cock while getting fucked in the ass. It was a thrill for him to sleep between two bears, hanging onto two fat cocks. By the time Jessy was old enough to join the Navy he was well educated in everything he needed to know about the Navy, he was going to make some Master Chief a great bunk mate. 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