Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:53:01 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: daddy Dearest 3 (gay / incest, m/M, m/M, M/b, mb/MM) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an 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 deceitful 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 2005 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daddy Dearest 3 By Wolf Dick put Bobby on the bus and called Jim to let him know what time the bus would arrive. Bobby was impatient to get to the destination and almost missed the guy sitting across the isle from him. When the guy caught his attention he showed Bobby that his pants were open and he pulled out his cock. The thing had a small head compared to the size of his cock. Bobby didn't know that the guy had not had his foreskin removed until he was drafted into the Army. The guy masturbated slowly and climaxed into paper bag. Bobby never took his eyes off of the action. He wanted to taste the man's cum. The man must have known what he was thinking and leaned across the isle and handed him the paper bag. Bobby took it and smelled the contents. Then he rolled the bag down. He faced the man and stuck his tongue into the bag. He licked up a tongue full of sticky cum and let the man watch him lick his lips. The guy got another hard-on watching the teenaged boy licking his cum out of the bag. When it got dark Bobby checked out the bus and when he was sure no one was watching he slipped across the isle and wrapped his hand around the cock that had a pronounced curve to the left from years of right handed masturbation. He masturbated the guy for a short time before bending over and taking the hot smelly cock into his mouth. He sucked the guy off quickly and swallowed what was left of the cum in his scrotum. The guy moved Bobby next to the window so that he could play with his cock. He opened Bobby's pants put his hand inside the jockey shorts lifting the teenager's cock and scrotum out while slipping his finger between the teen's sweaty buns and pressed his finger against the sphincter expected to finding it tightly puckered. He opened his mouth and swallowed the respectable cock. He was mildly surprised to find just how easily his finger slipped into the dark cavity. He knew right away that this teen was no stranger to anal sex. He would love to slip his cock into his ass and fuck him right there but he knew that action would draw to much attention. He had to settle for the creamy offering squirting from the teens cock. When the bus pulled under the awning next to the small squire building with yellow light showing through the windows the driver announced the City name and said they would only be there long enough to take on passengers. Bobby quickly stuffed his lip cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He had to step over the guy to retrieve his bag from the overhead rack. The guy quietly pleaded with him to stay on the bus with him. Bobby kissed his finger and pressed it against the guy's lips. Then he headed for the front of the bus. The driver stood up and followed him off of the bus. He opened the cargo hold and took luggage and stuffed them in before taking tickets and allowing the two passengers to boars the bus. The driver asked if he would be OK. He didn't see anyone waiting for him. Bobby assured him there would be someone to pick him up. The driver winked at him and said too bad I don't have time to lie over. It dawned on Bobby that the driver had some way of seeing what had been going on in the back of the bus. As the driver sat down in his seat he pointed to a monitor. Bobby blushed knowing he had provided the driver a show. As the bus spewed diesel smoke as it pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road Bobby saw Jim standing across the street by the driver side of his car. Bobby ran to him and hugged him as he kissed him on the mouth. As Jim opened the door of the 1957 Chevy Bellaire Sports coupe Bobby threw his bag into the back seat. He sat down under the driver's side and slid across the bench seat to allow the old man to get behind the wheel. Bobby was admiring just how well kept this vintage car was. It looked like it had just pulled off the show room floor. Jim got behind the wheel and they were off. They were soon in a quiet residential community. It was a little dog eared and run down. What had been well manicured laws were dry parches of dirt showing and shrubs that had at one time been sculptured topiary were over grown blocking windows and hiding entrances. Jim pulled into an ally and pressed a remote control as he approached a garage. He pulled in and pressed the remote and the door closed. Jim pointed to the house across the ally and pointed out that was the home of your father when he was a boy. Bobby looked at the door of the garage that had peeling paint and tried to picture his father hiding in the garage masturbating in the hot shelter. They walked from the side door to the beck of his house. It was a well kept house. The rooms seemed small compared to later built homes. The furniture was period perfect for the most part. There were modern appliances in the kitchen. He had a new plasma television and a computer sitting on a roll top desk. Jim led Bobby to his bedroom and allowed him to stow his bag before he started getting undressed. Bobby quickly undressed himself too. Jim sprawled out on the old brass bed and patted the place next to him. Bobby jumped onto the bed and cuddled up next to the old man. The house smelled of Old Spice after shave. The man's bed even smelled of it. It was very comforting, almost as comforting as the mat of gray hair on the old man's chest. Jim rested the teenager's head on his shoulder as he circled the body. He used his thumb and forefinger to play with the nipple on his chest. He turned his head and kissed Bobby on the mouth. It was a long kiss calculated to stimulate the boy out of his need for sleep. The kiss did the job. Bobby's cock looked like a flagpole. When he pressed the cock down until it was touching his belly and let go it sprang back upright. Jim knew that Teen was practically in pain for want of sexual release. Jim pulled his arm out from under Bobby's head. Then he bent over and held the cock with his thumb and fingers as he lowered his head over the cock and swallowed it. The old man gave the teen a head job worthy of a pricy whore. He swallowed the cum like it was the elixir of the fountain of youth. He tickled the scrotum before turning the boy over and feeling the moist sweaty crack of his ass. Bobby knew what was coming and presented his ass to the old man. Jim spit into the palm of his hand and dipped his cock into the saliva. He guided the head between the teen's cheeks and lowered his body until the shaft entered the hole. He fucked the boy slowly. Bobby had very little liquid left after the two blow-jobs in the past few hours but the cock rubbing his prostrate caused him to climax. He left a few drops on the sheet. Jim felt the teen tremble and he climaxed too. He filled the boy's ass with hot cum. He left it in the boy's asshole until it withered and slipped out just from the contractions of Bobby's asshole. They were both sweating but ready for sleep. They spooned with Jim hanging onto the boy's cock like he feared that he would get away during the night. When the morning light streamed through the window it woke them up. They bathed together and put on shorts to start their day. Jim said he had plans for their weekend. He made a call and simply said, "He is here." Then he hung up the phone. They had a bowl of cereal while waiting. They heard a car pull up in front of the house and were walking to the door when the bell rang. Bobby was standing behind Jim when he opened the door and welcomed their guest into their home. Jim introduced Bobby to the man and boy. The man was about thirty-five years old and named Philip. The boy was introduced as Brandon. Bobby figured her was no more than ten years old. He could not help getting a hard-on that was obvious to anyone looking at the way his jockey shorts tented out. Jim said, "It looks like Bobby approved of our young guest." Philip and Brandon both laughed. Jim let everyone to his family room. He asked if anyone wanted something to drink. Brandon said he would like a Coke as he started removing his clothes. Philip said a beer would be fine. Bobby agreed that a beer would be great. Jim went to a wet bar and opened a coke for Brandon. Then her pulled out three bottles of beer and carried them to his guests. He twisted the cap off his own bottle and tilted the bottle up to his lips to taste that first cool rush of malt running down his throat. Bobby did the same without taking his eyes off of the boy. Brandon had to place the can of Coke on a cocktail table long enough to finish removing his clothe. Bobby saw that the boy's little cock had a boner and the little testicles were held tightly against his body by the scrotum that had not dropped yet. There was no hair on his pubis. The fine blond hairs on his legs were like peach fuzz. The boy sat next to his father as if her were waiting for permission to play with the older boy. Philip sipped his beer and placed a cool hand on the warm back of his son protectively. The father lifted his hips in a jester that told the boy to remove his pants. Brandon unbuckled his father's belt. Then he pulled the five button fly of the jeans. As the pants came open the white of his boxer shorts came into view. Philip pulled his own polo shirt over his head as the boy struggled to pull the jeans down. He had to get off of the sofa to take his father's loafers off of his feet then he pulled the jeans down and off of his feet. That left him sitting in his boxers. His cock was hanging out of the fly like a limp sausage. He casually milked it until it was fully erect. Brandon kissed the head when he took hold of the elastic waistband. Philip lifted his butt long enough for the boy to pull his shorts down. When the shorts were below his knees Philip sat back down. Bobby came over and took hold of the man's magnificent boner. He leaned over and gave him his best deep throat blow-job. The man drank is beer while Bobby sucked him off. Brandon watched the action and played with his own penis. After Philip came in Bobby's mouth he got up to get another beer. Jim was taking in all of the action. And his own cock was hanging limply from the fly of his boxer shorts. After swallowing the man's load of cum Bobby needed another beer too. Jim came over and sat down next to Brandon and sat him on his lap. He stroked the boy's smooth body. He enjoyed watching the little boner respond when he flipped the boy's boner. He rolled the little testicles between his fingers like soft marbles. Brandon felt the old man's own boner pressing the crack of his ass. He squirmed off of Jim's lap and took as much of the old man's cock into his mouth as he could. He sucked on the cock and circled the head with his tongue. Brandon started moving his head up and down until Jim shot a load of cum into his mouth. Now it was Jim's turn to crave another beer. Brandon wanted another Coke. Bobby and Philip needed to pee after the second beer. They headed for the bathroom and stood next to each other as they aimed their cocks at the bowl. They even took hold of each other's cocks while they were peeing. When they were done it was Jim's and Brandon's turn to relieve themselves. They lounged around talking and playing with each other. Bobby was eyeing Brandon's ass. He wanted to fuck him. Philip tossed Bobby a tube of Vaseline from a pocket of his jeans. The tube was warm and the Vaseline was almost a liquid as he spread some all over his cock. Then he used his greasy fingers to lubricate Brandon's asshole. Jim and Philip sat on the sofa watching the boys as Bobby placed Brandon face down with his head resting the leather recliner. He spread the boy's ass cheeks wide and looked at the way the hole opened up. He knew that Brandon was no virgin. He guided his cock into the hole and the boy sprang another boner when the cock was buried to the hilt. Bobby fucked the boy slowly and watched the boy's father get excited and sit on Jim's lap. Bobby watched as Jim's cock slipped into Philip's asshole. Philip bounced up and down in time with Bobby's thrusts. Brandon was moaning into the cushion of the chair as he was being fucked. Bobby had hold of him by the hips and when he was about to cum he pulled back hard at the same time he drove his cock as deep as he could. When he had emptied his cock cum into the boy the liquid squeezed out to mat Bobby's pubic hair to his body. Jim was doing the same to Philip. That night the boy's fucked the old men. Brandon fucked his father and Bobby fucked Jim. They were sweaty animals as they switched partners. By the time Jim put Bobby on the bus home Bobby didn't think he would have the energy to get a hard-on for days. When he boarded the bus he was greeted by the same bus driver that had brought him to visit Jim. The drive flashed him a warm smile and told him he had a couple of days lay over coming. Bobby boarded the bus knowing his ass and cock were going to get a good workout. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about pleased send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com