Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 13:00:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Was my lover, (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/b, m/M, m/MMM, M/MM...)

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                   Daddy was My Lover
                          By
                         Wolf

	My father was a big rig truck driver, and owned his own
Peter Built semi-truck.  He spent a lot of time on the road.  I
grew up in what I thought was a normal household.

	On holidays and at least a month every summer I got to
spend it with my cousin on my dad's side of the family.  My
cousin was nine months older than me, and he was the oldest
son of my father's sister.

	The aunt and uncle lived out in the country, and their
home was located on cultivated farm land.  My cousin and I
would sleep in his bed when we had to, but from the age of
eight we preferred to take old army blankets and cans of pork
and beans to heat up over open fires, and head off to the
brush.  We knew where there was an abandoned coyote den.

	It was located in the side of the adobe bluff.  The
ground in front on the burrow was very sandy.  There was
also a mound of clay that created a natural table in front of
the borrow that blocked our little camp fires from view.  We
started running around naked and playing games like cowboy
and Indians.  We would play wrestle, and the winner would
make the loser suck cock.  We jerked each other off a lot.
When I was 11-years old and he had just turned 12.  He had
light brown pubic hair above his cock.  He was also un-cut,
but his foreskin was so tight that it prevented his knob from
getting as large as mine.  Every time I tried to peel back his
foreskin he whined in pain.  That summer when I sucked his
cock he actually squirted cum into my mouth.

	Before the month was over he had brought along a jar
of Vaseline and he greased up my asshole and his cock.  I
whined in pain until he got all of his cock in my ass.  When he
actually started fucking me, I got a raging boner.  After he
fucked me, I got to fuck him.  Anal sex became a regular
activity when we got together.

	When I was 14-years-old my parents had a fight, and
mother took one of the cars to visit her oldest sister's home
about 150-miles north.  Their argument disturbed me, and
when I was upset I would sneak into their bedroom and crawl
into bed between them.  The first night she was gone I snuck
into dad's bedroom and got into bed with him on mother's
side of the bed.  Dad was reading a paperback book by the
bedside lamp.  I had no idea what he was reading.  He used to
read stories like Ivanhoe, and Tom Sawyer when I was
younger to me.  I asked him to read to me, he started reading
me a story about a young boy that ran away from home and
hopped a freight train, by climbing into an open box car.  The
car was occupied by three smelly hobos.  They stripped him
and took everything he had, before they raped him.

	I lay there next to his warm body and got a boner that
tented up my tidy whites, when dad read how the men held
the boy down and fucked his ass with big thick cocks.  They
made him suck their cocks clean after they fucked him.

	Dad always wore cotton pajamas to bed, tonight was
no exception.  His cock slipped out of the fly as his cock grew.
I was fascinated by the sight of his cock, and it was much
bigger than my cousin's.  He casually held the book in one
hand and reached down to take hold of his cock, and slowly
started jacking off.  At one point in the story while he was
reading about fucking the boy, he pulled the drawstring to
untie his pajama bottoms, and pulled them open exposing his
cock, light brown pubic hair and balls to my stare.

	He reached over and took hold of my hand, and pulled
it towards his cock.  I didn't resist, and wrapped my hand
around his cock.  While I started jacking him off, he put his big
strong hand on my belly, and ran it down my body as he
pushed my shorts down and under my scrotum.  He took hold
of my cock, and started jacking me off.  I was so excited that I
squirted cum up into the air and most of it lander on my
hairless belly, but some even reached my face.  There was
some that trickled out of the opening and covered dad's
hand.  I watched as he brought the hand to his mouth, and
licked his hand clean.

	I have to mention that my Dad chewed tobacco all of
the time.  He bought the lose leaf cans (that are about the
size of hockey pucks) of Keys or Copenhagen.  He only spit the
juice out of his mouth when he was outdoors, and indoors he
always swallowed the juice.  I mention that because when he
finally came, it was not white, it was a yellowish color.  I
couldn't resist taking my hand to my mouth and licking my
hand.  It did taste a little like tobacco.

	I went to sleep with my head resting on his armpit,
while he finished reading the story.  We didn't mention what
took place last night the next morning, while I got ready for
school and he got ready to go to the truck yard.  I was
surprised how normal the day was.

	Dad didn't get home until very late that night.  I had
gone to bed in his bed.  I even removed my shorts.  I jacked
off while waiting for him to get home.  When he came in his
breath smelled of beer.  He went into the bathroom to do his
thing.  When he returned he was naked.  My father has a
good build and he doesn't have a lot of body hair.  His chest is
almost hairless.  He came to his side of the bed, and turned
on the lamp.  When he got into bed he pulled me to him and
kissed me on the mouth.  I could taste tobacco and beer.  He
moved his hips close to mine, and took hold of both our cock
and jacked us off at the same time.  Only this time he stopped
short of making me cum.

	He turned me around bodily, and took my cock into his
mouth.  He sucked my cock until I gave him a taste of cum.
With his crotch right in front of my face, I knew what he
wanted and I took his cock into my mouth.  I sucked him off,
and swallowed all of his offering.  It still was yellow and
tasted of tobacco.

	I even started chewing Key's tobacco too.  The taste
always reminded me of the taste of his cock and cum.  Dad
and I sucked each other cock every night during the time
mother was gone.  I hated to return to my bedroom when
she came home.

	She no more than got home, than she announced that
she wanted a divorce.  Dad didn't object, and mother
expected me to go with her to her sister's home, but I
objected and announced that I would remain home with my
Dad.  She pleaded with me, and accused me of breaking her
heart, but she left for her sister's as soon as the divorce was
final.

	With her exit, I moved into the master bedroom with
Daddy.  We openly slept together every night, without fear
that my mother would find out.  We continued jacking each
other off, and sucking cocks for several months before he
brought up the subject of fucking..  Dad often mentioned that
he wanted to fuck me when I was ready.  I didn't know when
he was going to deem me ready.  One evening when he got
home from a three day trip, he finally had a couple of days
layover.  He caught up on sleep, before he washed up and
went out for a night of drinking.  When he got home he was
drunk.

	He had me undress him for bed, only this night he
didn't have me put his pajamas on.  He had me get undressed
while he went into the bathroom to piss.  When he returned
he had a jar of Vaseline in hand.  He had me lay right in the
middle of the bed on my back.  He knelt between my legs and
took hold of my ankles, and placed them on his shoulders.  He
also shoved a firm pillow under my ass, to elevate my butt for
what was coming.  He stuck a couple of fingers in the jar and
smeared the greasy stuff all around my asshole.  Then he
shoved both thick finger up my ass, and smeared the grease
around inside of me.  I sprang a really stiff boner right away.

	Dad sipped his fingers back in the jar and put a thick
coat of grease all over his cock.  Then he used his hand to
guide the head of his cock to my puckered asshole.  He
drunkenly slurred his words as he said, "Relax, son it will hurt
less!"

	I did my best to relax my asshole.  I had been painful
enough when my cousin first fucked me, and Dad's cock was
much bigger.  When he thrust his hips forward my asshole
resisted the invasion, sending a sharp pain through my ass, so
strong I thought my asshole was going to rip open.  I bit my
lower lip to keep from crying out.  Eventually he managed to
stuff all of his cock into my ass.  I felt his body pressing
against my butt.  He slowly started to fuck me.  When he
squirted his load up my ass, he rested in top of me for a short
time.  Then, with his cock still in my ass he took hold of my
cock, and jacked me off until I squirted my own cum all over
my belly.  When he pulled his cock out of my ass I felt his cum
dripping out of my ass, but I wasn't sure at the time that
wasn't my own blood.  Daddy pulled several Kleenex tissues
out of a box, and stuffed them up my ass.

	We went to sleep snuggling each other.  My asshole
throbbed all night long, and any movement on my part sent
enough pain through my ass to wake me up.  In the morning I
could smell Dad's foul morning breath, enhanced by the
booze and tobacco, but Dad kissed me, and turned my back
to him while he lifted my leg, and shoved his cock back into
my asshole.  He fucked me again buy rocking back and forth.

	At least his cock went in easier this time.  After wards
he drew me a bath, and I soaked in the tub until the water
got cold.  Dad also bathed in the tub with me, and washed
our bodies carefully.

	He fucked me several more times that weekend, before
he had to get back on the road.  I had the house to myself for
a couple of days.  By the time he got home my asshole was
itching to be filled.  I greeted him with a warm hug and a wet
kiss, in the nude.  We had a pleasant dinner before we went
to bed.  I had him lay on his back and I straddled his body
facing him, so that I could sit in his cock.  I was the one that
fucking myself on his cock.  Daddy pulled on my cock until I
squirted my load of cum all over his belly.

	Daddy and I had sex with each other almost every night
he was home, and when I had vacations from school, I road
with him in the truck.  Whenever we had to wait for a
business to open the loading dock make deliveries, we would
get into the sleeper, and Daddy would fuck me.

	One evening Daddy brought home a fellow truck driver.
They both smelled of beer.  When they came in Daddy
hugged and kissed while cupping my crotch.  He introduced
mike to me, and told me to give him a kiss.  While I was
kissing him, mike felt my crotch too.

	Daddy undressed me right in front of his friend and had
me sit on his lap, as they sat on the couch.  He was playing
with my dick, while continuing to kiss me.

	Mike lifted his butt long enough to pull down his pants
and underwear.  Daddy encouraged me to give mike a hand-
job.  Eventually I leaned over and took mike's cock into my
mouth and gave him a good blowjob.  As the evening
progressed Daddy had me get on my hands and knees on the
coffee table, so that mike could fuck my ass, while I gave
Daddy a blowjob.

	The three of us went to bed, and I had the pleasure of
sleeping between two warm bodies again.  In the morning I
woke up with someone playing with my cock.  When I opened
my eyes Daddy's back was to me, and he was sound asleep.  I
turned my head to look mike in the eyes.  He had a warm
smile on his face, but his breath smelled nasty.  I didn't mind
his breath after he kissed me.  He suddenly excused himself
to empty bladder.  I followed him to do the same thing.  I
brushed my teeth afterwards, and Mike used my toothbrush
to brush his teeth.

	When we returned to the bedroom, Daddy was awake
and milking his cock.  He got up to take a piss too.  Mike laid
me on my side, so that he could cuddle up behind me and slip
his cock into my butt.  When Daddy returned he told us to
move over.  Mike and I scooted over to make room, and
Daddy lay behind mike, and slipped his cock into Mike's
asshole.  While he was fucking Mike, Mike was fucking me.

	Dad and mike were rarely home at the same time.
After that whenever mike was in town he would pick me up
from school.  I did like that, because he owned an old 50
Mercury lead-sled.  It was black, with a chopped top.  All
metal was leaded in including door and trunk handles.  It was
opened by remote.  It had a hopped up flathead motor with
20-inch glass packs.  He had put a four speed floor shift.  The
interior was red leather tuck and roll.

	The best thing was it still had a bench seat.  When I
would exit school he would open the door for me.  Invariably
he would already have his pants open.  As soon as we were
on the road I was able to lay across the bench seat and suck
his cock while he drove me home.

	One day when both of them were on the road, I had to
walk home.  I was only a couple of blocks away from school
when a Mini Copper pulled up to the curb next to me. I
recognized my History teacher.  He offered me a ride home.

	When I got in his car he mentioned, "Normally there is
a couple of different cars picking you up."

	I told him, "My Dad and uncle are truck drivers, and
sometimes they are both on the road at the same time."

	My teacher said, "If they can't take you home, you can
ride with me."  At the same time he rested the palm of his
hand on my thigh.  When I didn't object he slid his hand into
my inner thigh and squeezed.  I sprang a boner instantly.
When the teacher cast his eyes at my lap he saw that my
pants were tinted up.  When he placed his hand on top of my
boner it was almost painful, I jerked a little.  He smiled at me
and felt my boner gently.

	I directed him to my home, and invited him in when he
parked his car.  I offered him something to drink.  He
accepted, and followed me into the house.  When we were
inside he asked, "Where is your mother?"

	I said, "There is just my Dad and me."

	There was no need to say anything more.  I led him to
the kitchen and opened to fridge to show him that he had his
choice, water, tea, Coke, or beer.  He selected a beer, and I
had one too.  We headed back to the living room where we
sat together on the couch.  He wrapped his arm around my
shoulders, as he sipped his beer.  I took a sip of my beer, and
turned my body so that I could kiss him.

	He was obviously a boy lover, but my bold move
surprised him.  He gulped down his beer, and sat the empty
can down.  He took hold of my shoulders and gave me a wet
kiss and stuck his tongue into my mouth.  When he pulled his
head back, I swallowed most of my beer and sat my can
down.  As soon as I did that, I used both hands to unfasten his
belt and pants.  I was pleased to find that he had a thick cock
with plenty of foreskin.  I pulled the foreskin back to expose a
blunt head with head-cheese ringing the knob.  I knew it
would be bitter, but I loved licking it up, because I knew he
would be leaking pre-cum soon.

	My teacher interrupted me, because he wanted to suck
my cock too.  I stood up and removed all of my clothes for
him.  When I sat back down I turned sideways and placed the
inside leg on the back of the couch and rested my head on
the overstuffed arm of the couch.  My teacher hovered over
me and sucked my cock until I fed him cum.  While I
recovered her stuff a couple of firm pillows under my ass.

	He placed one foot on the floor and the inside knee
was between my legs.  He spit on my asshole before guiding
his cock into my ass.  I enjoyed him kissing me while he
fucked my ass.  There was a lot of grunting and sweating
before he squirted in my ass.  I was horny again, so he knelt
on the floor, so that I could mount him.

	I straddled his hips and fucked him doggy style.  It took
me a long time to reach my second cum.  We longed around
naked and played with each other's cocks until hunger set in.
We got dressed and he took me out to dinner.

	I even introduced him to Mike and Daddy.  We had
many a pleasant times enjoying sex.  I did love having a cock
in my ass and a cock in my mouth.

	When I graduated from high school I joined the Navy.  I
feared getting a 'Bad Conduct Discharge from the Navy, so I
didn't let anyone know I was gay.  But when I got leave I
would return home to have sex with my Daddy.

	One weekend Daddy introduced me to a young man
my age that lived in an old house next-door to the truck yard.
His name was Fred.  I had change into civilian clothes as soon
as I got home.  Dad told me he would be on the road for the
next two days, so I should have fun with his young friend.

	Fred and I started hitting the bars along the beach.  He
was driving.  We eventually wound up in a bar that had a very
crowed dance floor, but there were no women.  Fred asked
me to dance with him.  As soon as we were on the crowed
dance floor he placed both hands on my ass.  As we dance he
kissed me on the mouth.  I felt several hands groping my
body.  I felt a little uncomfortable, because I had never been
in a gay bar before.

	After the song ended we made our way to a booth,
after buying a couple of beers.  We had no more than sat
down than two older men approached us, and asked us to
dance with them.  Fred took the hand of one of them, and
allowed him to pull him to his feet.  I couldn't help studying
the man holding out his hand to me.

	This man was in his fifties at least, graying hair,
mustache and goatee.  He was at least six feet tall.  He had on
slacks and a sports shirt.  I eventually took his hand, and
allowed him to lead me to the dance floor.  As soon as we
were on the floor, he pulled me close enough that I could feel
his cock pressing against me.  Like Fred he placed both hands
on my ass as we danced.  I couldn't help smell his pungent
cologne.  He even kissed me while we danced.  I had never
been kissed by a man with hair on his face.  After the dance
the two men bought us beers, and joined us in the booth.

	One of them suggested that we go to his place for a
more private dance.  Fred agreed right away.  Since Fred was
driving, and the guy that I had been dancing with was driving,
it was agreed that Fred's date would ride with him, and I
would ride with the goateed man.  As soon as we were in the
car he squeezed my dick and kissed me, before he started the
car.  He drove us to a condominium on the waterfront.

	As soon as we were behind closed doors there was a
lot of hugging and kissing.  Our host turned on soft dance
music.  We kicked off our shoes and started dancing.  As we
moved around we were rubbing our crotches against each
other.  The goateed man started taking my clothes off me as
we dance.  I also started taking off his clothes.  Unlike my
father, this man had a lot of graying hair on his chest.  When
he got my shirt and T-shirt off he saw my dog tags.  He lifted
one of them and read my name, serial number and the word
U S Navy.  He said, "I always have a warm place in my heart
for our boys in uniform, especially Navy!"

	He said, "Oh, I do love those thirteen button bell
bottoms.  The next time we get together, you have to come in
uniform!"

	I said, "Next time then."

	We took each other's pants off.  I had on my regulation
navy boxer shorts on.  He pulled the snaps and pulled them
off of my body.  I helped him out of his underwear too.  We
stood back and admired each other.

	I was cut at birth and had a large head with a thick
purple roll around the knob, like some sort of helmet.  The
goateed man had and impressively long cock, that was uncut.
The foreskin was very long, and hung a good half inch beyond
the head of his cock.  I couldn't resist pulling his foreskin back
to expose the knob.  His foreskin was so lose that he had no
problem with me pulling it back, unlike my cousin's tight
foreskin.

	I looked over at Fred and his date, and they were
already taking off their clothes.  The man placed Fred on his
knees, so that he could fuck him doggy stile.  My goateed man
stripped me, and placed me on my back.  He told me that he
preferred to fuck his boy's missionary stile, so that he could
see their faces, and play with their cocks and nipples.  He
placed my heels on his shoulders and eased his cock into my
ass.  He was sweating by the time he came in my ass.  He
worked his way up my body, until he was sitting on my chest.
When he leaned forward I took his cock into my mouth, and
sucked it clean.  He assumed the missionary position for me,
so that I could fuck him.

	I was struck by the amount of body hair he had, even
his asshole was ringed with a large amount of hair.  I bent
down and licked his asshole to get the hair wet, so that I could
part the hair, before I mounted him.  He took hold of his own
cock, and jacked off while I fucked him.  I placed my hand on
his chest and pulled the hair on his chest, and pinched his
nipples.  When I came in his ass, it was my turn to mount his
head and let him suck me clean.  I enjoyed the feeling of my
balls resting on his goatee.  Eventually it was time for Fred
and me to get dressed, and go home.

	I had told the goateed man that I would have the duty
next weekend, when the ship came into port, so it would be a
couple of weeks before I could get back.  He gave me a
business card with his cell-phone number written on the back.

	True to my word, a couple of weeks later I called him
from a pay booth before I hopped on the bus north, and let him
know I would be at the bus terminal in about two and a half
hours.  When the bus pulled into the station, I exited the
station, and saw his car waiting for me.  I had my little duffel
bag with a couple of weeks of dirty laundry, and I tossed the
bag behind the seats and stepped down into the passenger seat
of the little BMW sports car.  We were no more than on the
highway, than he was rubbing the front of my bell bottoms.

	As soon as we were inside his condo he started hugging
and kissing me.  I dropped my bag and took my Dixie cup hat
off.  He was so horny he was rubbing my boner.  I took my
thumbs and placed them at the corner of the top of the flap,
and pushed, all thirteen buttons released and the wool flat
folded down to expose my regulation white boxers.  The fly
was open, and the head of my cock was peeking out.  The
goateed man knelt in front of me and commented, "I just love
the way the wool flap makes a bib for me!"

	He took my cock into his mouth, and started sucking me
off, while I removed my neckerchief, and unbuttoned the cuffs
of my jumper.  I reached up and grabbed the jumper collar and
pulled my jumper over my head.  I turned it inside out and
fold it before placing it on a chair along with my hat and scarf.

	When he got a mouth full of cum, he sat back on his
heels, while I sat on his coffee table to remove my shoes and
socks.  When I stood up I unbuttoned the two buttons hold up
me bellbottoms and stepped out of them.  Out of habit I turned
them inside out and folded them.  It was my turn to undress
my host.

	I unbuttoned his Hawaiian sports shirt.  He had on tan
linin slacks with an expandable waistband.  I unfasten them
and pulled down the zipper.  They slid down his hairy legs to
the floor.  He used his toes to take off his loafers.  When he
stepped out of his pants he still had his socks on.  All he had
on was little nylon thong like panties that did little to hide his
cock and balls.  His stiff cock was resting along the crease of
his left legs.  I slipped my hand in the waistband of the thong
and started pulling them down.  They simply rolled down, and
when he stepped out of them, they formed a little ball in my
hand.

	He took the opportunity to cup his balls, and lifted them
up and let them fall.  His cock was getting a boner, and there
was a drop of pre-cum dripping from his foreskin.  It was only
fair that I milk him a little, before kneeling before him to suck
his cock.  He stoked my hair, until he shot his load into my
mouth.  We retreated to his bedroom, where we cuddled and
talked while we recovered.

	I told him about how my father welcomed me into the
gay world when I was 14.  He told me about how his uncle
brought him out when he was a teenager too.  We were slowly
jacking each other off while we talked.  When we were honey,
he assumed the missionary position, so that I could fuck him.
I jacked him off while I fucked him.  When he squired cum all
over his hairy chest I rubbed it in.  Latter he fucked me and
jacked me off too.  We had two days to suck and fuck each
other, so there was no rush.  I used his washing machine to do
my laundry and ironed my uniforms before he took me to
catch my bus.

	Another time when I was on leave, Dad took me to a
bar in the middle of the truck yards.  What a wild place that
was.  It was filled with truckers, grease monkeys, mechanics,
dispatchers, and leather clad bikers.  The most shocking
couple there was this big fat bellied biker in leathers, with a
young teenager in tow.  The boy had a do g collar around his
neck, attached to a chain leash in the hand of the biker.  All he
had on was leather chaps.  His butt and crotch was out there
for anyone to play with.  When they left we heard the loud
noise of the pipes of a Harley.

	When the place calmed down, I saw a very well dressed
man in a business suit.  He was at least six-foot four.  He did
look out of place in a greasy trucker bar.  I left Dad to talk to
him.  I learned that he was a hospital administrator.  When I
told him I was in the Navy he smiled and told me that he had
been a Commander in charge of purchasing.  We were hitting
it off, and I invited him to come to my Dad's home to party.
He was ready to go for it.  I looked for my father, and saw him
in a corner talking to a young guy that looked like he was still
in school.

	Dad told me later that he had spotted him, because he
looked out of place, cowering in a corner with a scared look
on his face.  When he sat down next to him, he learned that he
was attending a local junior college.  The boy had heard about
the bar at school, and he want to find out if he was really gay.
Apparently he had only jerked off a cousin, and they had
mouthed each other's cock.  He had never tasted cum.  When
Dad asked how he had gotten to the bar, the boy said he had
taken the bus.  Dad asked him if he would like to go home
with him.  He pointed towards me and said, "That's my son,
he can look after you, to make sure I quit if it frightens you."

	He pulled the boy over to my table and introduced his
young friend, and I introduced my new friend.  It was agreed
that I would ride with the tall man, and the boy would ride
with Dad to our home.  We parked in the cars in the driveway.
When we entered the house Dad got beers for all of us.  Dad
guided the boy to the couch, and sat extremely close to him, as
he placed a hand on the boy's thigh.  Before long Dad was
kissing him, and rubbing his crotch.

	I led my guest to the bedroom.  We calmly undressed
before embracing and kissing.  I was impressed with the size
of his cut cock.  It had to be seven inches long in the flaccid
state.  He also shaved his pubic hair off.  His scrotum dangled
low between his legs.  I knelt before him, and swallowed his
cock.  I do mean swallowed, because it went down my throat.
I slobbered all over his cock, while he fucked my mouth.  He
pulled out, short of cumming, and turned me around, so that I
could lie across the bed.  He held my hips, while he lined up
his cock with my asshole, and drove his cock deep into my
ass.  He fucked me for a long time.  I was beginning to think
he was never going to finish.  He eventually drove his cock
deep into me, and stopped moving.  Cum was dripping from
my ass when he pulled out.

	We headed for the kitchen to get more beer, and check
on my Dad and the boy.  The boy was moaning like a girl,
because Dad was fucking him right there on the couch.  When
Dad finished the boy could hardly walk, as Dad led him to the
kitchen for beers.  The four of us sat on the maple dining
chairs to chat.  Dad sat back and invited his new friend to,
"Come here and suck my cock, boy."

	The boy knelt in front of Dad, and took Dad's cock into
his mouth.  Dad pulled the boy's head down until the boy's
nose was pressed against Dad's pubic hair.  That inspired the
tall man.

	He picked me up and positioned me face down across
the dining table, and rammed his cock deep into my ass.  After
my leave was up the tall man even drove me to the fleet
landing .  He assured me that he would pick me up the next
time I was on leave.

	I had hid my gay side for almost four years.  I was a
short timer with just 30 day left on my enlistment.  One day
when I had the duty while we were in port, I was board and
headed to the ships library to hide out, and just read a book to
kill the time.  While I was sitting with my feet propped upon
the table in front of the chair, and reading a murder mystery.
The door to the Catholic Chaplin's office opened and the
Commander came out.  He was a portly Irishman with dark
hair and blue eyes.  He had a mysterious twinkle in his eye.
He sat down next to me and asked, "Can I help you, son?"

	I assured him that I just had the duty this weekend and
was board.  He placed his big meaty hand on my thigh.  My
cock tingled and responded.  The Chaplin noticed my boner.
"Son, why don't you come into my office, and let me give you
a helping hand?"

	I didn't resist as he pulled me to my feet.  He locked the
door behind us.  He had me sit down in a comfortable chair.  I
just sat there as he unfastened my dungarees.  He pulled my
boner out of my boxers, and jerked me off a little, before
swallowing my cock. He sure was good at sucking cock.
When he finished swallowing my cum.  He asked, "Son.
When is your next leave?"

	I told him, "I have an overnight tomorrow."

	He kissed me and said, "My car is parked in the lot.
Meet me at my car after liberty call tomorrow."

	How could I turn him down?  I was in dress blues
quickly, and was standing at the crew's quarter deck when
liberty call was sounded.  When I approached the parking lot, I
saw the Chaplin standing by a car.  The Marines at the gate
didn't even stop him as we left the base.  He drove us to a
Catholic Retreat not far from the Balboa Hospital.  The high,
white walls were covered with vines covered with red flowers.

	He parked his car in the parking lot, and led me to the
administration office.  I asked him why he was taking me to a
Catholic Retreat, and told me that I was going to enjoy the
evening.  The Commander signed us in.  He told me that lay
people didn't get to visit here often.  This retreat was for
priests to relax and let their hair down.

	The clerk in a Franciscan brown robe gave is a key to a
room, without question.  The Commander took me directly to
the dining room.  We sat down at a table with a white linin
tablecloth covering it.  A waiter gave us a menu.  We had a
nice diner, and I noticed the other tables had a mix of
Dominicans and Franciscans priest sharing tables.  It took me
awhile to notice just how affectionate the priests were.  There
was the occasional hand holding, and the quick peck on the
cheek or a hand resting on a thigh.

	After diner we headed to the gathering room.  Several
priests approached the Chaplin and welcomed him with a hug
and kiss.  They were very flirtatious with me, when he
introduced me to them.  Several of them commented on how
much they loved boys in Navy uniforms.

	The Chaplin said, "Go ahead and show them how easy
it is to open the fly of your bellbottoms!"

	I looked at him to be sure he meant what he said.  He
smiled and nodded.  I used my thumbs to push the flat away as
usual and the flat folded down exposing my white boxers.
The priests all had to feel my cock.  One short Franciscan
pulled up his brown robe, showing off his feet in sandals and
white socks, and that was all he had on under the robe.  He
was sporting a hairy boner.

	The Chaplin took my hand and placed my hand around
the priest cock.  Before long clothes were discarded.  The only
way to tell the Franciscans from the Dominicans was the
shaved bald spot on the back of the Franciscan's heads.

	When we went to our room, he left the door open.
Passing priests would walk in, and we would engage in
kissing, masturbating, sucking and fucking them.  I had never
had so much sex in one night.  That was almost enough an
incentive to consider becoming a Catholic, just the same when
my enlistment was up I stopped by the Chaplin's office to say
good bye.  Dad, the goateed man and the tall man were
waiting on the dock to take me home.

	When I told them about the retreat with the Chaplin
they all got horny.  They had to stop to change drivers, so that
I could suck each of their cocks on the trip home.




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