Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 21:31:16 -0700 From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Daddy's dirty Book (gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/M) DISCLAIMER: Incest, oral, anal, b/m, b/M 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. 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 distasteful 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 2014 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daddy's Dirty Book By Wolf My parents were obviously not meant for each other. They argued all of the time. Being an only child I felt like it was my fault they always argued. My only escape was visiting the family of my father's older sister. She was married and had three children, consisting of a boy, a girl and another boy. That youngest boy was named John and he was 6-years older than me. He was like an older brother to me. By the time I stared school he treated me like a little brother. He spent hours teaching me how to play baseball and basketball. When I got to stay overnight with them, I slept in bed with him. I was 8-years-old when he started teaching me about sex. His older brother had gone away to college, for the first time in his life he had the bedroom to himself. For the first time I had a bed to myself, but John preferred that I sleep in bed with him. I was fascinated with how mature he looked. He had a man sized cock with a lot of brown pubic hair all around it. Whenever we were alone he started teaching me how to masturbate by pulling on my dick while he showed me how to pull on his dick. It came as surprise to me when he squirted the white stuff out of his cock all over my hand and his belly. He had to explain to me what cum was. He told me that it was the stuff that make babies in girls, but it was pure protein and good for young boys. It would make me grown faster and stronger. He told me that his older brother had been feeding him cum for years. Just the same I resisted taking his cock into my mouth. We would jack off every chance we got. It was fun for me to get to spend a month or so at my aunt's house during the summer, just so John and I could party. We jacked each other off for a couple of years. By the time I was 10- years-old John had gotten me to suck his cock by sucking mine first, oral sex became a regular part of our sex games after that. We had been doing that for a couple of years by the time everything changed between my father and I. When I was young and didn't feel well, I would slip into my parent's bedroom and get in bed with them. Sometime I woke up listening to my parents arguing, so I would slip into their room and get between them to stop them from arguing. Mother came from a large family and she had a couple of sisters living in our state. Whenever she would get pissed at my dad, she would through a few things in her car, and go to one of her sisters to cool off. One such occasion she was gone when I got home from school. Apparently they had had an argument during the previous night. There was no note for me, but normally when she took off she would be gone for a week or two. On those occasions Dad and I had to take care of ourselves. He would make dinner when he would get home from work, or we would eat at restaurants or fast food establishment during her absence. This time Dad took me to an Italian restaurant. We had a great time and returned home late. We bathed and got ready for bed, but I could not get to sleep. I just didn't feel right without Mom there. I slipped out of bed and made my way down the hall to the master bedroom. I could see the light shining from under the door, so I knew my father was up. I opened the door and peeked in. Dad was sitting up in bed with the bedside lamp on, while he was reading a paperback book. He was wearing blue and white stripped pajamas. When he saw the door move he looked up and smiled at me. He motioned for me to come on it. I went to my mother's side of the bed and crawled under the covers. I cuddled up against my father's body. He continued reading his book for a moment before he marked the page, and was about to put it down when I asked him what he was reading. He told me, "It is just a story about the depression." When I was younger he had read stories like Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and the like to me. I asked him to read the story to me. He resisted, but suddenly he changed his mind. He picked the book back up and turned to the beginning. The story started off describing the economic state of the country during the mid-thirties. It described how hard it was for men to put food on the table, so the young teenaged boy in the story decided to leave home for California, in hopes of making enough money to bring his family to California where cotton, rice, wine and raisins grapes were grown in different areas of the central valley. In those days Monterey had an area known as Cannery Row still had several sardine canaries, and the adjoining Salinas valley was producing a variety of vegetables. That was why the teenager thought he could find a job in California, the problem was getting there. The only way he knew of for person to travel without any money was to hop a freight train, so he packed a few items of clothing in an old World War One or as it was known back then the War to end all Wars, Doe Boy back pack. He left a note on the door as he headed for the freight ward. He waited for a train headed west to start pulling out of the yard and hopped into and open boxcar. The car was occupied by four dirty, bearded men that smelled dirty, urine and cheap wine. The youth was afraid of them, with good reason, because the four men grabbed my, and stripped him of all of his clothes, so they could take turns sticking their cocks in his mouth. Then they held him down while they stuck their cocks into his asshole. While Daddy was reading the story he placed his free hand under the covers and into the fly of my pajamas. I lay there stunned that my father was playing with my cock like my cousin had done to me. He even took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock sticking out of the fly of his pajamas. I started jacking him off, while he returned to jacking me off. I found the description of the boy just a little older than me being raped by four dirty old men very erotic, and having my father jacking me off while reading to me was a great turn on. Daddy soon squirted cum up in the air and it lands on his pajamas. When I had an orgasm all I produced clear pre-cum. I never expected my father to turn to me and kiss me on the mouth. It was hard for me to go to sleep, but it felt so good to have my father spooning me, and have him resting his arm over my body, while clinging to my dick. I was very distracted the next day at school. I couldn't wait to get home. Normally I went over to my best friend's house to play until I had to go home for dinner, but this day I went straight home. I set about cleaning the house before starting dinner. I wanted to prepare my father's favorite meal. Needless to say Dad was surprised when he got home. He suggested that we go out for dinner, so we changed clothes and went out to dinner, at a local Mom and Pop restaurant. Afterwards Dad took me to an action movie at the local theater. When we got home we got ready for bed. I showered in my bathroom and put on my pajamas before heading for Dad's bedroom. When I opened the door Dad was laying on top of the bed with the covers and sheet pulled back. He was totally naked, and had his book in hand. I crossed the space to climb into bed with him, and cuddle up against his warm body. I turned the pages while he read the story, because his hand was pulling on my dick. He picked up the story where we had left off the previous evening. The teenager gathered up his clothes and belongings before slipping out of the hobo camp. As soon as he was safely far enough from the box car and finding a hobo camp. He stopped and put his clothes on before entering the camp. He was fuck by several men that night. The next morning he found a slow moving freight train moving west and hopped into an open box car. It took a short time for his eyes to adjust to the dark container. When they adjusted he saw a dark figure in the back of the car. The youth was frightened of the man, but the man assured him that he was safe. The man even shared his food with the youth as the train headed west. As the train slowed down as they approached Barstow, the man said we better get off now, because they had railroad detectives, that we call bulls. They board the train to roust out any hobos trying to enter California. They beat the shit out of them before transporting them to the State line and dropping them off with the warning to never cross the border again. They hopped off the train, onto the hot dusty desert sands even though it was late at night. He led the boy around the town. They found a safe place to get some sleep until morning. They came upon a woman hanging laundry, and begged for food. The story went on about how he became the sex toy of the old man. Daddy was still pulling on my young cock. He eventually sat the book down and bent over my body, and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked on me until I had a dry orgasm. When Daddy laid back he placed my hand right on his big cock. I started jacking him off. When Daddy was ready he placed his big paw of a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his cock. I was impressed by the size of his cock and all of the dark pubic hair down there. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I thought I could, and started sucking on his cock. As Daddy got excited he started humping his butt off of the bed, while still having his hand on the back of my neck. He was virtually fucking my mouth. It didn't take long before the head of his cock was banging the back of my throat. I almost gagged the first time his cock hit the back of my throat. Daddy warned me that he was cumming before he squirted his load in my mouth. He kept his cock in my mouth until I swallowed all of his cum. We made cock sucking a regular part of our activities after that. Many a time while I was sucking his cock he would toy with my asshole with his fingers. I got used to him stick a finger or two into my ass. After a couple of weeks he asked me if I would like him to fuck me. I wanted to please him and assured him I was ready. When he was ready to consummate our new relationship, he greased up my asshole and his cock before guiding it into my asshole. It hurt at first, but once he was in it felt good. I was grunting with every stroke. He would let me look at dirty picture magazines while he was preparing me to be fucked. When I was old enough to produce cum he allowed me to fuck his asshole too. 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