Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2023 08:16:00 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: James Story (gay/Incest, Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, m/M)

Incest, Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M, m/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 a
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.

Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved.

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                        James Story
                             BY
                            Wolf

	I was born in Bradford, UK, in the 1980s.  My Mum and
Dad split up when I was six-years-old.   Dad moved out leaving
my Mum, older half sister and me.  We lived in a two-story
yellow brick row home.  My dad moved across town in a one-
bedroom apartment.  I guess I'm like most boys, I hero
worshipped my dad, even if he didn't deserve it.  As I got
older, I realized that this was unjustified!  But as a kid I
thought he held the moon and the stars.

	I only saw my dad on rare weekends, when he could be
bothered to pull himself away from the Working Men's Club.  I
must have kicked up a fuss about not seeing him enough and
as a rare treat I was invited to spend Saturday night with him
at his flat.  At the tender age of eight I went in a taxi to meet
him at the club where he proceeded to spend the afternoon
boozing, while I busied myself with listening to Smash Hits!
The club closed at 3am, so we then got a taxi back to his flat
where the promise of a pizza kept me quietly watching TV
while he took himself to bed to sleep off the booze.

	Once the A-Team had finished.  (I told you I was an 80s
kid!)  I got bored and started to explore the flat, which didn't
take long in a one-bedroom flat!  Under the sofa were a
number-of porn mags, and among them were several Naturist
Magazines that showed men, women, and kids, all nude and
doing day-to-day things at home and on the beach.  I noticed
a lot of the pages were stuck together but at the time I didn't
understand why!  What I didn't realize was that they made my
dick hard as a nail.  I wondered if Dad looked like these people
and went to find out.

	I crept into his bedroom and saw him face down on the
bed snoring away and completely naked.  I took in his beefy,
stocky, body, his hairy legs and slightly hairy back and bum,
his big broad feet with soft pink soles.  I knelt-down to smell
his feet.  I don't know why but they smelled good to me.  They
were sweaty and manly, and releasing strong memories of
when we all lived together and he would come home from
work and kick his work shoes off.  I kissed the soles of his feet,
which was obviously a step too far, because understandably,
it woke him up.

	He groggily said: "Hey son what are you up to?" and he
turned over revealing his piss hard on.  I reckon he was
between 6 and 7 inches long, uncut, and hairy: "I need a pee"
he said scooting off the bed.   I followed him and watched as
he pulled the foreskin back over the mushroom head.  The
aroma was musky as it came into full view revealing a slight
build-up of dick cheese around the ridge.  I watched as he
moved the foreskin back and forth as his jet of piss slowed
down.

	"Can I help?" I asked him.

	"Erm yes I suppose so" he said, watching me wrap my
hand around his semi erect cock.  Some piss got on my fingers
and he chuckled as I copied what he had done pulling the skin
back and forth.  As soon as the piss stopped flowing I carried
on and I noticed his cock getting harder and harder.

	"Oh, that's nice.  Do it faster son!  Faster!  Oh GAWD!"
and he shot his load all over the back of the toilet seat and all
over my hand.  "Wow you made cream!" he said.

	I licked it off my fingers, and realized it wasn't cream
but something salty but not entirely unpleasant.  "What is it?"
I asked my dad while he was regaining his breath.

	"It's Daddy sauce!" he said, wiping the toilet seat.  Dad
pulled on some shorts, I got into my PJs and we had our tea
and watched TV together.  Dad continued drinking.  I couldn't
get out of my head what had happened earlier.  I blurted out:
"Dad can I play with your Willy again?"

	He nearly choked on his whiskey. "What, are you
serious?"

	"Please!" I whined.

	"Fine!" and he raised his hips off the sofa and pulled his
shorts down and tossed them across the room. "Go on then!"
he said, spreading his legs to allow me access.

	I wrapped my hand around the soft cock and marveled
at the foreskin going back and forth.  It wasn't going back and
forth as easily this time with the absence of his previous
sleepy pre cum and piss.  "Why don't you use your tongue to
get it wet?" Dad said to me, with a grin.

	I wasted no time licking the big mushroom head and he
moaned and sighed as he instructed me to lick and suck more
and more of his cock into my mouth.  He was soon holding my
head and shouted "Oh GAWD I'm cumming!" and released a
river of that salty sauce down my throat, which I struggled to
drink down.  I continued sucking until Dad pulled me off him.
"Good lad!" he panted, grabbing his shorts and pulling them
back on.

	We went to bed and he slept naked.  I woke up before
him and felt his cock jabbing my backside.  I turned over and
scooted down the bed and took his warm cock in my mouth.
It was very tangy by now, but unmistakably my dad.  He just
let me nurse on it until he exploded in my mouth, then he
lifted the covers and said "Morning Son!  Fancy some
breakfast to go with that sauce?" he laughed.

	Thereafter Mum was delighted that Dad was happy to
have me stay with him every Saturday night, and I was happy
to be fed cum up to four times during my stay.  I often wish
more would have happened but it didn't and as I got older, he
stopped using me.  I don't know if he had a stab of
conscience, but I'd found a new outlet for my horny behavior
in the form of my physical Education (PE) teacher.

	I hated to participate in team sports, particularly
football, cricket, and rugby.  At school it seems like it was the
only sport PE teachers knew how to organize, or it was the
easiest!  Our PE teacher, an ex-rugby player with hulking build
and beard to match, was a no-nonsense guy, and when I'd
had enough of making up excuses why I couldn't participate in
the games.  I just said: "No, I don't want to play!"

	He was furious and gave me detention.  I sat outside his
office until everyone else had gone.  My 14-year-old self was-
going crimson with embarrassment as my classmates mocked
me asthey walking past me.

	He unlocked his office door and ordered me inside,
locking the windowless door behind him: "Sit!" he barked at
me!  While he sat down and unlaced his trainers and kicked
them off.  He put his big size twelves upon the desk and said:
"I don't like people disobeying me.  You must respect your
teachers.  If you can't play sports, you need a valid reason as
to why."  I was transfixed by his big sock covered  feet "Why?"
he snapped.

	"I don't like team sports, and I don't like the pressure or
the roughness of them." and my mind wandered back to his
broad feet.

	"What do you like?  Why do you keep staring at my
feet?" he shouted at me.  He didn't wait for a reply: "Right
this can be your punishment.  Give me a foot massage!" and
he pulled the black sweaty socks off, placing his feet back on
the desk.  I moved closer and began to rub them.

	GAWD, I was leaking in my school trousers.  He tipped
his head back and closed his eyes.  I moved closer.  It was now
or never.  I moved closer and pressed my lips against the soft
sole of one of his feet and covered it in rainbow kisses.  His
head snapped forward but he didn't stop me, he just smiled
and put his head back.  I moved from one foot to the other
and then gently suckled on each toe until completely.

	"What else do you suck?" he asked, standing up
revealing a prominent bulge in his nylon trackies with a damp
pre cum stain on the crotch.  Without waiting for a reply, he
hooked his thumb into the waistband and quickly removed
both his trackies and boxers to his ankles.  His 7-uncut inch
cock sprung free from a forest of dark blonde pubic hair.  I got
down on my knees and took the hard meat down my throat.  I
don't know how long it had been since he last had sex but his
legs buckled a little.  I was so horny and reached into my back
pack for some hand lotion "Fuck me!" I begged.

	"I don't think we should!" he said between groans.

	"Sir I've just sucked your toes and your cock, I think we
are beyond 'I don't think we should!"

	I dropped my school trousers and applied some lube to
my hairless fuck hole.  He bent me over the desk and slowly
entered me bareback.  Damn, it was bigger than the small
dildo I'd been using at home.  He railed me for a good 5
powerful minutes which felt like hours.  He cum hard inside
me and slowly pulled out.  He slapped my arse and pulled his
trackies back up.  "Right get yourself off home and no more
back chat or you will be back in here!"

	Of course, there was more back chat, every lesson he
covered, we would find some excuse for me to end up outside
his office at the end of school.  The sex got better and better
and lasted longer and longer.  Over the course of the next
couple of school years I probably was fucked by him fifty or
more times.


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