Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2023 18:45:55 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Danny Love Fathrer (Gay/Incest, oral anal, b/M, m/MMM) Incest, oral anal, b/M, m/MMM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between consenting youth and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Danny Loves Father By Wolf My parents were from a small Kassas farm town with only one electric stop light in the town and the and one and only church in town was Pentecostal. They preached against abortion, drinking alcohol, fornication, and dancing. But alcoholism is high among the male population and it is common for both male and female population to smoke a couple of packs of cigarettes a day is common. My father moved his wife to California to get away from the poverty of body and soul. He worked as a milker for dairies and lived in shacks on the dairies property when his only son was born. He was a redheaded freckled faced boy that weighed almost 12-pounds at birth. He was always three years bigger than his classmates. When Danny started school, my father became a carpenter during a housing boom. The family moved every year to be near where the trach homes were being built. We were living in homes that were nothing more than converted garages. My mother had an older sister that her family lived east of Bakersfield. So, when Mom would get in a fight with my father, she would take one of the old cars and drive the 200 miles to stay with her sister for a while. When I was 10-years-old, Dad went into debt to buy a Peterbilt Semi truck and became his own boss. De drove for a company that owned the yard and trailers. They dispatched the freight. They delivered freight from San Diego to San Francisco. As a grammar school student, I had a neighbor friend that was a couple of years older than me that taught me taught how to masturbate and I was soon masturbate so often that I rubbed blisters on my dick and my dick swelled up so much that it was painful to even touch my dick. I did it so often that it was inevitable that my mother would walk in on me when I had my dick in my hand. The first few times led to whippings and lectures about playing with myself was morally and physically harmful. She eventually gave up trying to correct my behavior. I'm not sure if that had anything to do with one of her arguments with my father, but the-end-result she took one of the old oil burners and drove to her sisters. She was planning on staying there until she cooled off. That left Dad and I to fend for ourselves. Depending on the delivery time of his loads dictated what time he had to be on the road to deliver the fright. That meant that I would have to get myself up and prepare my own meals to be ready for school. At least middle school and junior high were close enough to ride my bicycle. I even washed and ironed my own clothes. I had worn pajamas as a child, and when I was sick or upset, I would sneak into my parent's room and crawl into bed between them. The warmth of their bodies was comforting to me. Dad used to even read classic novels to me while I would be in bed with them. The titles of the books he read to me were Tom Sawyer, Hackberry Finn, Connecticut Yankey in King Arthur's Court, Pulper and the Prince, Ivanho, and Tobin Hood. By the time I was 10-years-old I had given up sleeping in pajamas and chose to sleep in the briefs that I had worn that day to bed. The first night Mom had gone to her sister's I got out of my bed and went to get into bed with Dad. He was wearing striped pajamas and sitting up in bed reading a paperback. I knew that he preferred Louie Lamour and Zane Gray novels. I didn't pay any attention to the cover of the book he was reading. I just got into bed on my mother's side. We didn't say anything at first. I eventually asked what he was reading. Dad simply told a story about a boy running away from home during the depression. He started reading the story to me. The boy was a 14-year-old and was catching freight trains headed west along with hobos. He was reading to me about him climbing into an empty freight car where there were four grubby looking unshaven burley men. The alpha male grabbed the youth and stripped him of is clothes and raped his mouth and asshole. Then he allowed his underlings to fuck the boy. The boy was huddled in a corner when the train slowed down passing through a town. As the train was leaving town another man climbed into the car. He saw that naked boy huddled in the corner and when the leader offered to let the new guy fuck the boy for any smokes her had. The new arrival refused the offer. He wound up knocking out the leader and threating the other two, before he gave the youth his clothes back and they left the train together... I was all earls listing to the story of a youth not much older than me being raped by a dirty, big, burly, and hairy man with bad breath. The new man taught him how to live on the road. They washed their bodies and clothes in streams. Cooked in cans, and he learned how to read signs left by other hobos that warned of dangers of certain train detectives (Bulls) and households that would give them food. When his new mentor rook him to bed his fucking was an act of love. While Dad was reading, he reached over and pulled me over onto my back and closer to him and slipped his left hand into my Hanes briefs and took hold of my penis. I was hairless and had not had a produced cum to that date. He laid the book down and took hold of my right wrist and pulled my hand over to his lap. The fly of his pajama bottoms was open and his cook was out. His cock was about five inches long and looked like my own cut-cock with the crissum scar and purple head with a thick roll around the base. We lay there masturbating each other for a little while. Then Dad leaned over and took hold of my briefs and pulled them down to my knees and took hold of my scrotum and took my dick into his mouth and started sucking on my dick. (I don't know if it was nerves that prevented me from having an orgasm.) When his ducking became almost painful, I pushed his head away. Dad took the opportunity to unsnap the top of his pajamas and pull his own scrotum and cock out of his pajamas and he placed his left hand on the back of my neck and pulled me over to his couch. There was do doubt what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking his cock. (It is worth noting that Dad's mother was a German country girl and dipped snuff. So, Dad took up the use of tobacco.in the form of ground tobacco in hockey puck sized cans that had tin lids and bottoms around cardboard cylinders. The brand names were Copenhagen and Keys. The reason it is important is that they way his tobacco is used. He took a pinch between a thumb and index finger and put it between his cheek and gum. When he was outdoors, he would spit, but indoors he would swallow the saliva.) When I started sucking his cock I not only tasted his flesh and smelled his crotch, but his cock did also have a hit of tobacco taste on his flesh. When he came in my mouth his cum had a strong tobacco taste. I also saw some cum dribbled down the shaft to pool in the pubic hair and his cum had an amber color. I found that strange considering all the cum I had seen before was milky white or clear. We eventually cuddled up and went to sleep. The next evening when we were getting ready for bed I bathed first and went to my room to put on briefs. Then Dad took his bath and went to his room. I eventually went to his room to get in bed with him. When I opened the door, I saw my father laying on the bed totally naked. I took the hint and pulled my briefs off and joined him on the bed. We took turns sucking cocks to get them hard. Then Dad did something I didn't even know he was- capable-of-doing. He lifted his legs up and managed to place his arms over the backs of his legs. He virtually had his armpits behind the backs of his knees. His doing that elevated his asshole up almost level with my crotch. He used his own hands to spread his asshole, but it wasn't necessary because his asshole was gaping open. I still guided my dick into his asshole. I found that his ass gripped my dick while I fucked him. Again. I was too young to cum but I did have a dry orgasm. I was surprised when he actually-squirted his amber cum all over his belly. He told me about my dick having his prostate a finger wave. Then he reached over and retrieved a squeeze bottle (I learned later it was lubricant.) He applied a generous amount to his cock and spread it with his hand evenly all over his cock and used greasy fingers to loosen up my asshole. Then he stood by the bed and picked up my legs and placed my heels over his shoulders. When I felt the head of his cock pressing against my puckered asshole, I got envious. As his cock stretched my asshole open, I experienced a pain that felt like my skin was being ripped apart. I feared that my asshole would be bleeding. I was sweating profusely by the time my father squirted his load into my colon. When he was finished, he informed me that he was going to have to leave early tomorrow night because he was going to have to drive all night to deliver his load by 8:00 am. When summer vacation arrived, Dad took me with him as he swamped. He allowed me to back the rig up to the loading docks. The first time I did it I was soaking wet with sweat by the time I managed to get the trailer almost flush with the dock. By the end of summer, I was able to back the rig up like a pro, and we would be there a good hour before Wearhouse staff would arrive so Dad and I would get into the sleeper and we would suck cock and do some butt bumping action. When I was 16 and a junior in high school, I was the starting right tackle on the football team. After the football season I was hanging out with Dad. He told me about a bar that was in the heart of the trucking district that he wanted to take me to. When we drove to the place there were large areas where big rigs were parked and next to the bar was an area where there were about a dozen Harleys parked. Dad left his trailers at the yard and we bobtailed to the bar. Upon entering the bar, I noticed the smell of stale beer and the country music. A lot of truck drivers in this area are Okies, Arkie's, and Texans. They were line dancing to country music. Dad told me the way I could tell which ones were Texans. They would have silver toes on their cowboy boots, Big silver buckles with brass long hornes on them, and they would have short horns in their pants. The bikers were easy to spot because they were wearing leathers that consisted of jackets or vests, chaps, and greasy engineer boots. I noticed that there were no women in this bar and. Some of the men were tall and slender but most of them. Had pot bellies so big they couldn't tuck their shirts into their pants. They looked like a bunch of pregnant women. Even though I am a big boy I have an innocent looking face. My hair had changed from red to blonde when I entered puberty, but no one cared about me, even though I look younger than I am. Dad and I sat at the bar and ordered tap beer. I took no more than a sip of my beer whan an obvious Texan asked me to dance with him. Dad gave me the nod of approval. We moved on to the dance floor and he took me into his arms and we did a Tennessee Two Step to a county classic tune. The man was one of those guys with a pot belly and the silver toed cowboy boots and silver buckle. He had a crew haircut with a week-old beard. He flirted with me while we were dancing. He asked me who the old man I was with, and I told him that he was my father. That seemed to turn him on and he, and to took hold of my ass and gave it a squeeze. Then he shocked me by kissing me right there on the dance floor with tongue and I felt the stubble of his beard. I looked around in panic and the other men either didn't notice or they smiled at me. I danced with several other men and Dad did too. Then a couple of bikers came in and I noticed a couple of things about them. They were both big burly men that needed shaves. They were carrying little black peanut helmets, vests and their best had three chrome chains attached to the snaps, black chaps and they were wearing black leather jockstraps. When they turned their backs, I saw the emblem of their club and the fact that their butt was hanging out there. The two of them took a liking to me. They danced with me rapidly, and they both kissed me and grabbed my crotch and ass. They got friendly with my dad and invited us to go home with them. Dad and I followed them a few miles to an old home in the middle of a small manufacturing community. When we entered the inside was just as shabby as the outside. The furniture looked like something they picked up discarded in an alley. They offered us beer and they were interested in hearing all about how my father had introduced me to man sex. They turned on some music so that the four of us could dance. There was very little dancing. It was mostly groping and kissing. Clothes were discarded. When they were naked. I was impressed by how hairy they were. They were both heavily tattooed but the dark hair obscured the tattoos. When they removed the leather jockstraps Dad and I were impressed by the size of their cock and balls. They both had scrotums that were round and the size of softballs. Their cock looked like they were the size of beer cans. They wanted to watch us fuck each otherwhile there masturbated each other. They got off on watching Dad and I fucking each other. When we had dumped our loads in each other's asses the two bikers wanted to fuck us. I don't think I could have taken their cocks if Dad hadn't listened me up and they used plenty of lubricant. Just the same when Dad and I got dressed and made our way to the truck I had trouble walking and lifting my leg to get up into the truck. Dad had friends in every city he delivered to. One such friend invited us to go fishing with him and his son. We Met up with them and drove up into the western Sierra Nevada Mountains. We parked the SUV at a lake and hiked up into the mountains. We eventually reached a lake that was about 11,000 feet. We were above the tree line and the lake was surrounded with rocks. We left the trail to set up camp among the rocks. If anyone were to hike up or down the trail, they would even notice our campsite. We spent the day fishing. Catching fish at lakes that high is east. Fish and Game air drop fish into the lakes and the fish feed on each other, so they bite anything that falls into the water. I was working my way out onto a bolder well out into the lake and slipped into the water. It was about 10 feet deep where I fell. The water was cold as hell. I swam to where I could climb out with my rod in hand. The mountains surrounding the lake means the sun goes down early and the air cools off quickly. The four of us built a small fire among the rocks where it wouldn't draw attention. I stripped off all my clothes. Dad and I hung the clothes on the rocks where the laten het would help dry them. I was naked while we prepared dinner. The son of Dad's friend also stripped off his clothes and enjoyed playing with his cock. After dinner and we cleaned up, we prepared to bed down for the night. We didn't need tents, so we put our In-so-lite pads on our ground clothes and spread out our sleeping bags. Everyone was naked and Dad spooned up against my backside and he reached around and took hold of my cock while he stuck his cock into my ass and fucked me. I looked over at Dad's friend on their sleeping rolls. They were looking at us while the father was fucking his 12-year-old son. They were smiling at us, because they were as excited watching us as we were of watching them. Dad and I enjoyed the company of q lot of friends before I joined the Navy. 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