Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 08:31:47 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Boy From Southern Az and Dad (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, M/b) Incest, oral, anal, M/b 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 boy and an adult male. 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. Boy From Southern Az and Dad By Wolf When my parents divorced my mother was awarded custody of me and my father had vacation rights every other weekend. Mom had an apartment in Adelaide. The city is located on the southeast coast of the southern tip of Australia. Facing the South Australian Bight. My Dad lived north of Adelaide in a small town on highway 41 between the junction of M2. The town is Virginia. All of the major population centers are located near the oceans that surround the continent. We never lived more than ten minutes from a beach. The major manufacturing in the town was a ugly plywood factory. The suburbs are surrounded by farming and state forest reserves to the east. Dad's place was a standard three-bedroom. In this area the summers are mild and the winters generally mild as well. It only snows in the mountains. The opal mining is near the northern border State of South Australia on highway 41 in Coober Pedy. My Dad's name was Dan and he was in his late thirties. He was tall with broad shoulders, and a little out of shape. He's a truck driver and he gained a few pounds over the years. He used to play Australian rules football, so he had strong arms and legs. He had dark brown hair with the beginnings of gray at the temples and he was hairy all over, which was a source of amusement for me. He had a scruffy beard graying at the chin and enough scars on his face to give testimony that he had been in a few fights. His old photographs were proof that he had been quite handsome in his youth but life had kicked him in the arse. But I thought his cock was amazing. It was not porn star big but a decent length, circumcised, and reasonable thickness. It was the object of masculine pride for him. If only he had better hygiene if might not smell as strong. Dan is a heavy drinker. Beer is his beverage of choice. That is probably one of the reasons Mom wanted to divorce him. His short temper is probably the other reason. He was still a good guy to his mates. The divorce left him short on spending money, so his standard of living diminished substantially. His apartment is small and shabby. He is not much of a housekeeper, so it is unkept and dusty. His job kept him on the road most of the time, so he had little opportunity to meet women. Most of the women working at his delivery points are married, and his drinking and horniness have combined to make him a little less fussy about who he gets his rocks off with. The waitresses on the road are not conducive for long term relationships. Dad is not gay, so he is horny all of the time. Let's just put it this way, if he were trapped on an island with a goat, he'd be fucking the goat eventually. When he picked me up for a weekend visit was a bright spot for him. When I was 9-years-old, I was a short kid with a thick mop of brown hair and expressive blue eyes. I consider myself to be an average looking boy, with a friendly smile when I turn on the charm or being naughty. I have a solid because I was so active. My parents don't let me have a cell phone or tablet so I got my kicks from climbing trees, riding my bike up and down to the beach and getting into wrestling matches with my best friend that lived next door. Depending on the weather, but most of the time I almost always wear shorts and T-shirts. I have tanned arms and legs. I get a lot of comments about my bum. It is solid and quite prominent for someone my size. I'm inquisitive, and I'm known for being sneaky (raiding the cookie jar, letting the dog sleep in my bed, sneaking off to my friend's home without asking, etc. But I'm also tainted with an endearing innocence. I rarely do anything with malice and my misbehaving is always in the pursuit of good old-fashioned fun. I adore my father, Dan, and I'm sad that I no longer get to live with him full-time. I harbor a secret fear that my dad will find another family to love. Dan accidently one evening when he saw another side of me, after he'd had a skinful of beer, he caught me fingering my little bottom. I told my dad that my hole was itching and Dad insisted on giving me a shower to get me cleaned up. After I splashed Dad with water, he decided to get in the shower with me. Dad had to kneel down to properly wash my lower body. Dad washed my bum carefully and took a good look at my arsehole. When Dad started probing my arsehole with his finger it elicited some moans from me. When Dad stood up, his cock was hard and almost pokes me in the face. I grabbed Dad's dick, and was curious enough to ask: "Why did your dick get bigger and sticking straight up instead of hanging limp between your legs?" Dad was drunk and horny. He asked me to try sucking on his cock. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it, and it turned out that I was very good at it. Dad eventually turned off the shower and he dried both of us off before leading me naked into the living room. Dad sat in his favorite chair and asked me: "Archer, I want you to kneel down and suck my cock again. He held onto the back of my head while he gently fucked my mouth, eventually losing his load down my throat. Afterwards I was excited that I couldn't tell anyone about what he let me do to him. The next custody weekend, Dan tried to resist my attempts to play "the game" with his cock again. Until he's had enough beer to lose his inhibitions about having sex with his young son. He eventually unfasted his pants and dropped them and his underwear and allowed me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock again. While I was blowing him, Dad leaned over me and played with my arse. Feeling his finger probing my arsehole started to get ideas. Dad was even checking out my little hole and getting ideas as well. I was beginning to ask so many questions about his cock, with his genitals so close to my mouth, Dad saw an opportunity to get his dick wet and took it. It was also, a weirdly, bonds moment for father and son. We shared a secret. Later that night, when Dad was quite drunk, he was overcome with horniness and went to my bedroom. When he entered my room, he sat on the side of my bed and pulled back the cover and he wanked my willy until I had my first dry orgasm. When I recovered he rolled me over onto my belly and pulled my pajama bottoms down and free of my legs. Then he got on the bed between my spread legs and he spit on my arsehole and used his ringers to press the mushroom head of his cock against my tight little hole. I wanted to please my Daddy more than anything, and endured the pain as his cock stretched mt arsehole. Once he got the head in the rest of his cock slid all the way in. I eventually felt Dad's full weight resting on my bum. Dad fucked me until he suddenly rammed his cock home and froze while he squirted his cum into my rectum. When he was finished he rolled over on his side and pulled me over onto my side spooning my bum against his crotch. He covered us up with the covers and drifted off to sleep. I also fell asleep smelling his beer breath. The following day my father was sober and apologized to me for what he had done last night, but I told Dad that I had enjoyed pleasing him, and he could use me if it makes him happier. 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