Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2021 21:52:25 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Davis and a Bear Father and Son (Incest, oral, anal, b/mM)

Incest, oral, anal, b/mM

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 adult male.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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             David and a Bear Father and Son
                          By
                         Wolf

	I grew up in the small town of San Marcos, California.
My mother divorced my father before I started school.  She
had to work to support us and I was an only child, so I spent
a lot of time by myself.  We lived on the easter edge of the
school district. Any farther east and I would have been in the
Escondido school district.  I was also small for my age and I
was shy.  When I was a 14-year-old freshman entering high
school, I could still get into movie theaters on a youth ticket.

	I didn't have any friends and was intimidated by the
older guys in the school.  My last class was physical
education (PE).  That was the class that was full of all of the
jocks.  In the fall there were football and basketball players.
In the spring there were the track and baseball teams.
There were also the guys that were Golden Glove boxers.  I
hated to go to class and couldn't get dressed quick enough
to suit me.  The guy that frightened me the most was a
senior that was a boxer.  He was known to get into fights all
of the time.  His name was Bill and he looked the part.  He
was big and his nose bent to the right side of his face and
there were scars on his eyebrows.  I avoided him for most of
the freshman year.

	During the start of the spring semester there came a
day when we were hit by a rainstorm created by what they
called the "Pineapple Express." They are winds from the
area of Hawaii carrying warm rain clouds that slam into
southern California.  It was early February and I had walked
to school with just a wool sweat over my normal school
clothes.  It started raining during the second period and by
the last class it was a downpour.  I was walking on the
shoulder of the road.  There was no sidewalk or curb. When
I reached a cross street there would be deep muddy
puddles.  I was soaking wet by the first mile.  Then an old
seventies model Chevy pickup stopped along and died me
off."

	When the window rolled down, I saw that it was Bill
and he told me: "We will give you a lift home!"

	I saw that an older man was driving and he was an
imposing man.  I could tell that he was a big man with crew
cut hair and a full beard.  He said: "Get in the truck you will
catch your death of a cold!"

	Bill opened the door and jumped out so that I could
get in the middle of the bench seat and jumped back on and
closed the door.  Bill told his father that my name was Davis
and his father was Hank.  (I was surprised that he even knew
my name.)

	Hank asked me where I lived and I gave him the
address and gave him directions.  Then he asked if anyone
was at home.  I told him that my mother was at work.  He
insisted that I come home with them and they would dry my
clothes and feed me.  I tried to say that I can take care of
myself, but he wouldn't hear of it.  He pulled out a cellphone
and had me dial my mother's number.  He took the phone
from me and told my mother that he was the father of Bill,
one of her son's classmates.  He told her that they had
picked me up walking home in the rain and I was soaked
through and through.  He said that he wanted to take me
home with them.  We will dry his clothes and feed him.
With your permission we will drive him home before
bedtime, with your permission."

	After the call he turned right at one of the
intersections and drove me to their home.  He parked the
truck under the breezeway between the house and garage.
When we entered the kitchen, he told Bill go get him a
bathrobe and shower shoes.  He told me to remove all of my
clothes, so that he could put them in the dryer.

	I was reluctant to undress in front of a stranger, but
he spoke with such authority that I did as I was told.  He put
my shoes next to the dryer while I was undressing.  I
stopped handing my clothes when I was down to my
underwear.  Hank said: "your underwear is soaking wet!
Take them off! I pulled them off and handed them to Hank.
He tossed them into the dryer and started it.  I felt foolish
standing there in the cool washroom totally naked and
trying to cover my dick and balls with my hands.

	Hen Bill joined us and handed me the rubber shower
shoes and a terry cloth bathrobe.  I dropped the shoes on
the floor and slipped my feet into them, while putting on the
bathrobe.  Bill rolled the sleeves up to the elbows so that my
hands were free. And I could have wrapped the thing around
my body twice.  I tied the cord around my waist.  The
bottom almost reached the floor on me.

	Hank said: "Bill, while I make us something to eat, why
don't you take Davis to your room and get him warm.  You
know that direct body contact is the safest and quickest way
to warm up a cold body!"

	Bill took hold of my hand and led me to his room.  His
bedroom was a cluttered mess.  His bed was unmade and
there were remote control cars, parts, tools as well as
clothes scattered all over the room.  My mother would have
never allowed me to let my room get that messy.

	I asked: "Where is your mother?"

	Bill smiled: "She couldn't take it anymore and
returned to her family's home when I was seven.  We have
been bachelors ever since."

	While he was talking, he was removing his clothes.  I
was impressed and intimidated by how strong he was.  He
was an 18-year-old.  His body was fully developed.  His cock
was about 6-inches long in the limp state.  He had black
pubic hair all over his crotch and hairy legs.  He pulled the
bathrobe off of me and as he lay on his bed, he pulled me on
top of him.  I was embarrassed that I sprang boner. Billy
wasn't fazed at all.  He was hugging me and I felt his cock
becoming erect and coming up between my legs.

	He placed both of his hands on my butt spread my
cheeks and wiped the crack of my ass with the fingers on his
right hand.  I felt uncomfortable with what he was doing,
but I couldn't stop him.  There was no way I could stop him
from doing whatever he wanted to me.  I didn't say
anything.  I must say I warmed up quickly.  Billy rolled me
over and was on top of me.  He moved to one side and took
hold of my cock and started masturbating me.  As soon as he
was satisfied that I was as hard as I was going to get, he
leaned over and took my cock into his mouth and started
sucking on it.  There was no way I was going to prevent him
from making me cum.  He swallowed my-cum with a pleased
look on his face.

	He asked: "Dave, are you warm now?"

	"Yes"

	"How about sucking my cock for me?"

	I had never done anything like that before.  I didn't
resist when he placed his strong hand on my beck and pulled
my head down to his very warm crotch.  His crotch smelled
very strong.  He was holding his cock with the other hand
and he rubbed the head of his cock against my lips.  The
drop of pre-cum to the tip felt slippery on my lips and had
very little taste.  I opened my mouth and rook the shaft into
my mouth and moved my head down the shaft until my
nose was smashed against the mat of his pubic hair.  He was
thrusting his butt up and down and moving my head up and
down to meet the thrusts.  When he came in my mouth I
gagged when it splashed against the back of my throat, but I
managed to swallow his cum.  He suggested that we put on
our bathrobes and find out how his father was coming along
with what he was making for us to eat.

	We put on the robes and made our way to the
kitchen.  I noticed the good smell of a tomato sauce with
onions and garlic and the smell of ground-round being
cooked.  Hank told Billy to spread butter with garlic on sliced
French tolls and toast them in the broiler.  I was
overwhelmed by the size of his meatballs.  They were the
size of baseballs.  He had a big pot of water that was coming
to a boil.  He took a package of pasta and he placed one end
in the pot and spun it so that the pasta fanned out against
the rim of the pot.  As the pasta softened it slid into the pot.
As soon as the pasta was cooked, he fished it out and filled
three plates with a big mound of pasta.  Then he poured a
generous amount of spicy meaty sauce over the pasta and
aped it off with one of his big meatballs.

	Billy sliced the toasted bread and hank filled glasses
with a red wine. We sat down to eat and Hank taught me
how to use a spoon and fork to wind pasta into a fork.  I had
to cut the meatball into bite sized chunks.  I didn't think I
could eat everything on my plate or drink all of the wine.
There was no way I could keep up with the two of them.
They even ate a second meatball, but I eventually cleaned
my plate with the help of the garlic bread.

	Hank told us to go and relax and he would clean up.
Bill took me to the living room and sat in his father's recliner
and had me sit between his legs.  He opened my robe and
started masturbating me again.  I was concerned about what
his father would say if he walked in and saw him jerking me
off.  He continued masturbating me.  When Hank joined us
in the living room, he was carrying three ice cream
drumsticks.  He walked in just as I was squirting cum all over
myself.  I thought that his father would be angry at least.  He
was capable of really hurting me if he became violent.  His
reaction stunned me!

	He approached us and handed he one of the
drumsticks and handed the other one to Bill.  As he
unwrapped the last drumstick, he calmly said: "You started
without me!"

	He stuck the chocolate and crushed walnuts covered,
ice-cream in the waffle cone into his big mouth.  Only the
cove was sticking out of the brown beard.  He casually used
his toes to pry his shoes off, as he unbuckled the belt of his
jeans.  He just tugged on the tabs of the jeans and all five
buttons popped open.  He pushed the pants down and
stepped out of them.  Stood there and depowered the
drumstick before he removed his flannel shirt and T-shirt.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I knew he was big but had
no idea how big.

	He was at least six-foot two-inches tall and he had a
massive chest with an eagle tattoo on his chest with the tips
of the wings touching his shoulder and his body was covered
with a lot of hair.  His biceps must have measured 24-inches
around, and there was the obligatory tattoo of a bulldog
with the WW-I helmet cocked to the right with the block
letters USMC under the chin of the dog.  His waist was about
36-inches and it was hairy.  As he pulled his boxer
underwear down, I saw that his thighs must gave been 28-
inches around.  He must have weighed about 280-pounds.  I
was so impressed with his hard body that I almost forgot
that his cock was a thick 9-inch monster over a dangling
scrotum.  I saw that his butt was hairy when he turned to
stoop down to pick up his clothes to toss them aside.

	When he knelt before us, he bent over my legs and
sucked my cock into his mouth with cum all over his son's
hand.  Then he licked the cum off of my belly.  After he
licked my body clean, he stood up and pulled the two of us
to our feet, leaving our bathrobe on the hair, as he guided us
to his bedroom.  He had a hand on each of our butts and
was digging a finger into our assholes.  At least the bed was
made, even if his room was as messy as his son's.

	What he wanted was for me to lay on my back and
Billy knelt between my legs and guided his cock to my
asshole.  It hurt like hell going in.  I bit my lip so hard that my
lower lip was bleeding.  Hank got behind Bill and sank his
cock into Billy's asshole.  With every thrust of his hips while
ducking his son it drove Bill's cock deep into my ass.  The
thing that surprised me was that while I was being fuck my
cock was as hard as it had ever been and I actually had an
orgasm and produced a couple of drips of cum.

	(I was told later that his cock was rubbing my prostate
that caused me to cum.)

	We were sweating like pigs when it's over.  When they
got off of me, I needed to shit but when I sat on the toilet it
hurt so I just had to sit there and let it happen.  The three of
us showered together.  We eventually got dressed and my
clothes were taken from the warm dryer, still nice and
warm.  They drove me home with me sitting between them
and clinging to their cocks.

	I became a frequent visitor to their home.  I was well
on my way to becoming a sissy bottom.



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