Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 18:29:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Father and Son Exchanger Club 1 (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/b, b/MMM,m/MMM Adult Youth, anal, oral, b/b, b/MMM Copyright 2017 Wolf, All rights reserved. Authors note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading please or sending to a friend, but if you wish to be post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Father Son Exchange Club No. 1 By Wolf I grew up knowing that there were issues between my mother and father. I was about 8-years-old when they divorced each other. Apparently my mother was seeing another man. When she left she sat me down to tell me about the divorced, "Danny I think it would be in your best interest if I lived with my father!" In truth she probably wanted to make a clean break, to start over with her new husband. I suspected that she didn't want to have a reminder of my father around either. She had the mothering instincts of a black widow spider Dad and I got along just fine. We did a lot of things together. He went out of his way to support me in everything I wanted to do. He helped coach my little league baseball and soccer team. He taught me how to fish as well. I worshipped him and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. As I grew up I tried to emulate my father's every action. Dad was well liked by all of his friends, but he had one buddy that he was particularly close to. His name was Chuck, and had about the same build and sandy brown hair as my dad. Chuck was also a divorced man with a son, named Carl about my age. The two of us were close friends as well. Like so many buddies we were entering puberty as horny pre- teens full of curiosity about sex. When we were alone we discussed sex constantly. We had discovered how nice it felt to play with our penises. It was not long before we started participating in some mutual masturbation with each other. We thought we were hiding our sexual activity from our fathers, but apparently they knew what we were doing all along. When Carl and I were 12-years-old my father told me that we were going to Chuck's home one evening. That was not uncommon, so I didn't suspect that there was anything different about this evening. When we arrived at Chuck's house we talked about what our days were like for a little while before Chuck told me that he belonged to a club and asked me if I would like to see some pictures taken at a club meeting. I was curious about what kind of club he was talking about. Chuck picked up a large photo album that was on the coffee table, handed it to me. Chuck stood behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders, as I opened the cover of the photo album. The first page was entitled "Father Son Exchange Club" in old English. When I flipped the page there was a picture of a bunch of men with boys standing in front of them with a forest in the background. The boys were mostly my age, but some were almost adults. I studied the picture for a moment before I saw Chuck standing behind Carl. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the picture. It just looked like a group of fathers and sons someplace in the wilderness. The next page was a lot different. There was a picture of Carl in the arms of another man. They were hugging and kissing each other. As I went to another page, the two of them were naked and playing with each other's dicks. I spent a lot of time studying the pictures of them playing with each other. While I was studying the pictures I felt Chuck's hands slide from my shoulders to feel my chest. As he bent down to kiss me on the neck his hand roamed down to the crotch of my pants. I was already sporting a ridged boner. With each succeeding page the pictures got very interesting. There were pictures of Chuck and Carl with the man and another youth. The men were engaging in mutual masturbation, blowjobs and eventually the boy's being fucked in the ass. While I was busy studying the pictures, Chuck was busy opening my pants. He pulled my cock and balls out of my shorts. He started jacking me off. I quickly looked over at my father and Carl, Dad was kissing Carl very passionately, while he was taking off his clothes. I had always admired Carl's cock because it was at least two inches longer than mine. Dad eventually pulled his own cock out of his pants and placed Carl's hand on his own cock. Carl started milking Dad's cock like he knew what he was doing. Chuck unfastened his own pants with one hand, because he was still paying with my dick with the other hand, while kissing me on the neck. Chuck and my dad started taking our clothes off. When the two of us were naked they placed us on the couch next to each other, while the two of them started taking their own clothes off. I was fascinated looking at the two of them. I had seen my father nude many times and was used to what he looked like naked. His chest was hairy with a trail of hair leasing to his navel, and picking up again leading to a thick patch of pubic hair surrounding a flaccid cock resting on his balls. His cock was circumcised like mine. Chuck on the other hand had a body that was hairless except for the pubic hair above his cock. I was duly impressed with his cock. He was sporting a thick cock about seven inches long with a foreskin that almost cover the head of his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. He was standing right in front of me so close that I could smell his crotch. His cock was jerking up and down without him even touching it. The impulse to take it in my mouth was overwhelming. I reached out and took hold of his cock and leaned forward with an open mouth. When I took the head in my mouth I tried to slip my tongue under the foreskin but there was a lot of resistance. I pulled the lose skin back enough that I could taste the bitter headcheese. Chuck started face fucking me. Looking to my left without moving my head I saw Dad face fucking Carl too. Chuck stopped me sucking him short of making him cum, because he wanted to breed me like the slut I was. He picked me up and placed me on my knees on the cushion facing the wall. I folded my arms on the back of couch and rested my head on top of my arms. I was fully aware of what he wanted. I felt him applying a generous amount of a cold lubricant to my boy pussy with his finger and added additional finger to stretch the opening. It felt like he managed to get at least three fingers in my ass. There was a pause while he applied lubricant to the head of his cock and greased the shaft with his hand. As he placed his hands on my hips and approached me to bury his cock in my ass he asked, "Danny you have to push or it is going to hurt even more!" I did my best to push as the big head of his cock started entering my hole, and it felt like he was sticking a hot rod of steel up my ass. I begged him to pull it out, but of course he had no intention of stopping. He placed a big hand over my mouth and pulled me backwards as he drove his cock deep into my ass. When he started fucking me I felt his heavy balls slapped against my own little balls. Even though it hurt I had a raging boner pressing against the back of the couch. With every thrust my dick was smashed against the leather covered back of the couch. I looked over to plead with my eyes from my father to intercede, but there would be no help from the quarter. Dad had Carl draped over the couch next to me and was driving his cock into Carl's ass just as hard as Chuck was fucking me. Carl was moaning in pain as much as I was. There was nothing to do but endure the pain. The only way I would tell that Chuck had cum in my ass was when he stopped pounding my ass and froze for a short time. When he pulled his cock out of my ass I felt a cold breeze on my flaming asshole and felt cum dripping down the middle of my balls to fall to the floor. A quick look to my left, and thee was my father squirting cum all over Carl's back. We were allowed to sit on the couch and our fathers stood in front of us with wet dripping cocks that were also starting to go soft. We clung to the hips of each other father and took their cocks into our mouths and suck then clean. Our reward was the gift of their second load of cum in our mouths. When we recovered we were told that our fathers were exchanging sons for the weekend. Carl and Dad got dressed and made their exit for our home. Chuck and I remained nude the whole weekend. I don't even remember how many time he fucked me. All I remember is that I began to grave his cock in my ass. At night when we went to bed he would spoon me and stick his cock in my ass. After he came in my boy pussy he would pull out and place his cock between my legs. I went to sleep clinging to his cock. It felt almost like I was clinging to my own cock. Sunday afternoon Chuck and I got dressed and drove over to my home. We were treated to a great dinner and there was the formal exchange of sons. That evening come bedtime Dad and I shared his bed, and we continued to share his bed whenever I was home. On weekends I was to meet and be exchanged for the weekend with other boys. It was all very exciting. I spent weekends with a variety of different men. Some were very effeminate and they mothered me. They sucked my dick and allowed me to fuck them as much as I wanted. Other Dads were manly. Some of them were as hairy as bears and sported full beards. They like to fuck boys hard. A weekend with them and I would return home sore and in need of rest before school on Mondays. One of the most interesting Father Son Exchange Club gatherings was a Christmas party. The party was held a hotel friendly to gay parties. There were thirty adult men and about forty boys and teens there. One of the fathers was the perfect picture of Santa Clause. I'm talking very chubby with white hair and full beard. He had blue eyes and rosy cheeks. In the dining hall there was a red velvet chair set up, and the boys were encouraged to sit on his lap and pose for pictures while telling him what we wanted for Christmas. Only we were all naked, including Santa. When we sat on his lap he would stick a finger up our butts and play with our dicks and balls, while we talked to him. When I sat on his lap I got turned on when I felt his finger invading my asshole. He took hold of my penis and milked it gently. I kissed him on the mouth and it even tasted minty. Rather than giving us Lollypops we were allowed to kneel between his chubby legs and take his short fat cock in our mouths and lick his balls that were the size of a soft ball. His teenaged son was distended to look just like his father. I got to party with him that weekend. He was so chubby that I could even fuck him in the navel. Sucking his cock was interesting because his belly was resting on top of my head. Sleeping with the two of them was like sleeping between warm soft pillows. My little penis could rest between the father's butt cheeks without reaching his asshole. His son's cock was stuffed in my asshole though. As a result of my introduction to the Father Son exchange Club I became sensitive to boys and men that had an eye for sex with boys. There was a boy in my classroom that I recognized as a pussy boy. He was shy, but he was always checking out the crotches of male students. There was one boy that I noticed on particular, named Able. He was on the small size for his age. He tended to get picked on by the bullies. One day I witnessed a bully trip him in the hall between classes, sending him sprawled on the linoleum tiled floor. I took Able by the hand and helped him to his feet, and when the bully accused me of being a fagot lover I slammed against the wall and picked him up by his throat. I hissed in his face, "Apologize to Able now or I will crush your thorax!" That stunned bully started crying. I added, "Pick on someone your own size from now on or I will finish what I just stated!" When I turned him lose he did apologize to Able, to the applause of the students in the hall. The only think that saved me from getting into trouble was that the only teacher in the hall was a male that had seen what had instituted my attack on the guy. I instantly became the hero of all of the guys that had been the subjects of the bully's abuse. Able became my shadow from that day on. He invited me to his home to play games on his X-Box. His mother was pleased that her son had found a friend. While playing games on his X-Box one day he placed his hand on the crotch of my pants. That ended the game. We took out our dicks and stated sucking each other's dick. When we reached junior high we were introduced to organized team sports. I excelled in all sports, baseball, basketball, football, soccer, and track. Our coach was a young teacher fresh out of college. He was no more than twenty-four years old. One afternoon when practice was over I was limping because I had sprained my ankle. The coach offered to drive me home. We were both still wearing our soccer uniforms. My school clothes were in my book bag. He was driving an old TR3 Triumph. It was red with chrome wire wheels and the top was up with side curtains on, so it would almost be impossible for anyone to see inside his car. The thing had four on the floor with an electric overdrive switch on the dash. That allowed him to virtually shift through seven gears. As soon as he shifted gears he would rest his hand on my thigh. I sprang a boner instantly, a fact that was not lost on the coach. He started brushing the palm of his hand on my boner. I in turn reached over and placed my hand right on his crotch and grasped an impressive one through his sports shorts. He suggested that he would like to make a stop, but I assured him that he should take me home. Dad was home by the time we arrived and I insisted that he meet my father. While I was making the introductions and they were shaking hands I pulled down his sports shorts and jock strap, and took hold of his very large un-circumcised cock that had a lot of excess skin. I pulled back the skin to expose the head. Coach was embarrassed to have one of his students playing with his cock right in front of a parent. Dad simply complemented him on such a nice looking cock. Clothes were shed and while the coach fucked my ass Dad fucked the coach's ass. When I entered high school I had no problem finding teachers, coaches and councilors that had a taste for boy pussy. Weekends were still reserved for the Father Son Exchange Club. There are times now when the boys are pre- teens that I get to deflower for their fathers. I have a taste for young dicks and sweet young assholes. 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 pomowolf@yahoo.com