Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2017 12:36:02 -0800
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Anything for Daddy (Gay/Incest, oral, anal m/M)

Incest, oral, anal m/M
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
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.

Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved.

You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like.
All flames will be ignored.

                    Anything For Daddy
                          By
                         Wolf

	After my parents divorced the judge gave my mother
full custody of me.  I never understood why my father didn't
fight harder for me.  I hated my mother for separating me
from my father.

	All she ever told me was, "Johnny, your father is not
the type of man to be raising a young boy."

	My father was a very athletic man.  He was a soccer
player, avid skier, and rode Harley Davidson's.  He had a
number of male friends that hung around working on bikes
or cars.  They spent a lot of time talking about things they
had done or planning things they were going to do.

	I worshipped him and wanted to be just like him.  His
father was English and his mother was Dutch, so he was a
mix of both.  In his youth he had platinum blond hair and it
was cut in a page boy style.  He had light blue eyes and was
a skinny boy.  As he matured his hair turned a light brown
color.  By the time he was an adult he was about 5' 10" he
weighed no more than 145 pounds at any one time, and
because he was an outdoor type of man he always had a
golden tan.  His body was almost devoid of bodily hair.  He
had a long face with long nose typical of Englishmen.

	My mother was of Irish and Scott extraction with
auburn hair, green eyes and she was a full-figured woman,
5' 8" and weighed at last 180 pounds.  As an adult I learned
that she was bipolar.  That accounted for her mood swings.

	When I entered high school, the judge gave me
permission to decide which parent I wanted to live with.  I
had never believed the things my mother said about my
father, so I chose to life with him.

	I was put on a bus with a couple full of bags of my
belongings.  Dad met e at the State Capitol bus station.  He
gave me a welcoming hug and tossed my bags in the back of
his pickup, before taking me to his home.  It was a nice
place.  The garage was large enough for three cars.  It had a
double door and a single door.  There was space for the
truck and next to it was am old Morgan sports car.  In the
back was a couple of Harleys.  One was a Heritage bagger
and the other was an old knuckle head chopper.  The single
door was a work shop with tool boxes with enough tools and
machines to work on his toys.

	The house was clean.  He assured me that he had a
cleaning woman come in twice a week to clean up.  He had a
modern stainless steel kitchen, but admitted that he ate out
mostly.  It was a large house for a single man.  There were
four bedrooms and three bathrooms.  He pointed out that
one room had been converted into an office, library.  He told
me that he often had friends staying over, but I could select
which of the two extra bedrooms for myself.  They were the
same size, so I selected the one with the best view of the
backyard.

	He insisted on us going shopping to buy me a
wardrobe befitting a young man my age.  "We can't have
you going to school looking like geek!"

	He asked me if I was interested in sports.  I told him
that I was a pretty good soccer player and was a pretty good
pitcher on my little league team.  He was pleased to hear
that and assured me that the local high school had a strong
sports program.  He would support me if I wanted to go out
for any sport.

	It was exciting getting to know my father again.  The
cloths he bought for me were cool.  Mother would have
never allowed me to wear T-shirts with heavy metal bands
on them.  He even bought me a leather motorcycle racing
jacket and a peanut helmet.  He assured me that he would
teach me how to ride.

	It wasn't long before he introduced me to some of his
friends.  Some of them were like him, into sports, cars and
bikes.  Some were singerly interested in just sports or bikes.
They were all fun to hang out with.  If we weren't playing
soccer at the local park or riding with a group of his friends
there was a group pf guys hanging out watching sports on
his large screen TV.  I felt special having a cool father.

	Listening to their conversations I felt a little left out
because I didn't understand everything they said to each
other.  Slowly I began to understand that they were talking
about sex, but they were not talking about women, but were
eluding to sex with men.  I didn't understand their
fascination with that kind of sex.

	One time a few months later one of his best friends,
named Oscar, was staying overnight.  He was one guy that
played soccer with him and was just as happy taking a bike
apart or taking long trip on bikes.  The three of us had spent
the day and most of the night in the garage building another
bike for him.  He was building an EVO 94 chopper.  His
comment was that he was getting tired of kicking over a bike
and wanted one with s starter.

	That evening I bathed in my own bathroom and got
ready for bed.  Sometime, woke me up from a sound sleep.
I was sleeping in cotton pajamas, as I sat up and put my feet
on the floor I put them into soft slippers with artificial dear
skin sole.  It didn't occur to me that they wouldn't make
noise on the hardwood floor.  I went looking for what
disturbed me.

	My first thought was to check on Dad.  He wasn't in
his room, so I went looking for him.  When I got to the top
od the staircase overlooking the family room I was shocked
to see my father and Oscar on the couch.  They were both
naked.  It was strange watching them because they were so
different.  Dad's body was tan and the only hair on his body
was the light brown pubic hair above his cock, where Oscar
was covered with dark hair on his body.  I'm talking about
hair on his shoulders, back and particularly thick on his chest
and belly.

	Daddy was on his knees on the couch with his arms
resting on the arm of the couch.  Oscar was behind him and
had his cock in my father's asshole.  He was crouched over
him with his hand round Dad's waist and jerking him off
while fucking him.  I was shacked to see my father getting
fucked, but after I got over the shock I found it erotic.  I
watched them do their thing.

	Oscar was sweating and grunting and Dad was
grunting with every thrust.  Oscar eventually pulled out and
squirted cum all over Dad's butt and back.  He used his hand
to rub the cum into Dad's skin.  Then they reversed
positions.  Dad sucked Oscar's cock before he mounted him
like a man would fuck a woman.  While he fucked Oscar, he
jerked him off as well.  When he pulled out he squirted cum
in Oscar's face.  Then he licked his friend's face.  They sat
there on the couch clinging to each other cock.

	I slipped back to my room to think about what I had
just witnessed.  I was jealous of Oscar.  I decided that the
next time we were alone I would confront him about what I
had witnessed.

	When I got home from school I took off my clothes
and masturbated, but stopped short of coming reputedly to
make sure I would have plenty of cum for Daddy.  When
Father got home from work and entered the house he was
startled to find me there to greet him in the nude.

	Dad asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

	"I watched you and Oscar on the couch last night!  I
want you to love me like that!"

	Dad was reluctant to have sex with me, but I wouldn't
let him getaway.  I demonstrated for him my ability to
masturbate.  His parental reluctance weakened.  I placed my
hand on his crotch and gave his cock a squeeze.  His
resistance collapsed and we started taking his clothes off
right there in the hall entrance before we moved to the
couch in the family room.

	I marveled at the size of Daddy's cock.  It was almost
frightening when I thought about him putting that thing in
my mouth or ass.  I wondered how Oscar was able to suck
my father's cock.  I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around
the shaft of his cock.  It had the texture of worm velvet and
the skin was easily pulled up and down.  I moved my head
close enough to smell his cock and that gave me a hard-on.  I
stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his cock after
pulling the foreskin to expose the wet knob.

	Daddy rested his hand on the back of my neck and
pulled my head closer to his cock.  I opened my mouth as his
cock entered my mouth.  It was all I could do to keep my
teeth out of the way.  When the head of his cock touched
the back of my throat I gaged.  Daddy told me to relax my
throat and swallow it.  He assured me that with practice I
would be able to deep throat any sixed cock.  I did my best
to fight gaging, but was unable to breathe when I did
manage to swallow his cock.  I couldn't keep it down my
throat very long.  When I would pull back I would be
slobbering all over the place.  I was coughing while trying to
catch my breath.  I kept trying to swallow his cock, until he
actually squirted his cum down my throat.  That did start
and uncontrivable fit of attempting to cough.  As he pulled
out my mouth was coated with cum.  Daddy pulled me up
and kissed me.  He even stuck his tongue in my mouth and
swabbed the inside with hi tongue.  Afterwards he prized me
for taking his cock.  He assured me that I would get used to
being face fucked.

	I felt pride in myself for having proven to my father
that I loved him.  Daddy took over, and placed me on my
back and leaned over my thigh to take my cock into his
mouth.  He was doing things with his tongue to stimulate
me, and he placed his hand between my legs and held my
balls as if he was weighing them.  It was driving me crazy,
but when he stuck his index finger up my asshole I squirted
cum into his mouth.  We talked about our future
relationship for an hour or so, but we eventually
acknowledged that we were hungry.

	We prepared dinner together, while remaining in the
nude.  After we finished eating, cleared the table and put
the dishes in the dishwasher Daddy placed me on top of the
dinner table.  He reached for the handiest lubricant, which
happened to be a can of Crisco lard.  He scooped up a
generous amount of the white fatty stuff and forced some of
the stuff up my ass and then coated his cock with plenty of
the stuff.  As I ley there on my back he lifted my legs and
placed my heels o his shoulders and aimed the head of his
cock at my asshole.

	Dad warned me not to pucker my asshole, as he
pressed against my asshole.  I sucked in air as his cock forced
my asshole to open to accommodate his manly weapon.  It
did hurt more that I had anticipated, but I was willing to do
anything to please my father.  I couldn't believe he got all of
his cock in my ass, but when I felt the front of his body
pressing against my bitt I knew he had it all in.  As he started
hammering my ass, he reached around my thigh and took
hold of my cock and started lacking me off while he was
fucking me.

	I couldn't prevent myself from squirting my load all
over my belly.  Daddy used his big hand to rub the cum into
my skin, and when he knew that he was about to cum, he
pulled his cock out of my ass and squirted cum all over my
balls and cock.  The gooey stuff plastered my pubic hair to
my skin.  My asshole was throbbing, and I felt a cool draft on
my ass.  I thought it was over, but the surprise came when
Daddy leaned over and started licking my balls and sucking
my cock.  I even sprang another boner.

	We talked nonstop until bedtime about all of the
things we could do from now on.  We clung to each other's
cock during it all.  When we made our way to bed, there was
no question I would be sleeping in his bed.  Daddy jerked me
off until I was hard and then he assumed the missionary
position and helped me stick my cock in his ass.  It was
thrilling to be fucking my father.

	Daddy was able to enjoy being fucked.  He assured me
that he had years of experience being fucked, and loved
every minute of it.  For me it was heaven when I dumped my
load in his ass.

	For the next two weeks it was like a honeymoon.  We
spent every waking moment not at school or work naked
and clinging to each other's cock.

	One evening while I was on my knees sucking Daddy's
cock, his phone rang.  Daddy answered it on the speaker
phone, so I could hear everything and he was hands free.  It
turned out to be Oscar.

	Oscar complained, "What the hell, did you drop off
the earth or something?  I haven't had a good fuck for a
couple of weeks, and you owe me."

	Daddy was stroking my hair, as he casually said,
"Johnny and I have been getting to know each other and
develop a great father son relationship!"

	Oscar said, "You, dirty old queen!  I know you well
enough to know that you are buggering him, aren't you?"

	"Why don't you get you hairy old ass over here and
find out?"

	Oscar said, "I will be right over."

	It wasn't twenty minutes before we heard his car pull
into the driveway.  Daddy answered the door with a bone
sticking out proudly.  They greeted each other with hugs and
kisses.  When Daddy brought him into the family room he
was excited to see me sitting on the couch with my cock in
hand to keep it warm.

	Oscar virtually ran to the couch and sat his but down
next to me.  Daddy returned to the couch and sat on the
other side of me.  While I helped Oscar out of his clothes
Daddy milked my cock and massaged my balls.  Oscar
removed his shoes, but had to stand to get out of his pants.
I was a little surprised to find that he was wearing sexy lace
women's panties.

	Being right next to him I could really appreciate just
how hairy he was and smell the manly body odor.  Oscar
placed his big meaty hand on the back of my neck and pulled
my head over to his big man tit and I took his nipple into my
mouth, hair and all.  E spread his thick thighs and I ran my
hand down that round belly and took hold of his rather short
cock and started milking him.  I felt just how big his scrotum
was.  It as big around as a softball and almost wrinkles
except for the seam running down the middle of his balls.

	Oscar let me suck his tit for a while before he forced
me to go down on Hiscock.  While I was sucking his cock,
Daddy knelt behind me and inserted his cock in my ass.
With every thrust my face was shoved into the fatty mound
of pubic hair above Oscar's cock.  It wasn't nearly as long as
Daddy's, but it was a lot thicker.  It was all I could do to get it
in my mouth.  He was very appreciative of me giving him a
blowjob and he enjoyed watching my father fucking me in
the ass.  Before Oscar went home he had managed to fuck
me doggy style.  It was different having a bog body shoving
his thick cock in my ass.  His belly was resting on my back,
and with every thrust my head was shoved hard against the
back of the couch.  I found it exciting to have a hairy bear of
a man fucking me. Half the night.  I was being sandwiched
between the two adult men like the white cream between
Oreo cookies.

	Daddy introduced me to all of his male friends.  Each
one had their own things they wanted to do with me.  I
enjoyed meeting each of them.  It came as a surprise when
Daddy introduced me to what I thought was a very sex
woman, only to find out that along with the 38-DD tits was a
six-inch tapered cock with foreskin long enough to dock
most other cocks.  I must say I did enjoy fucking her
perfumed ass.


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