Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 17:35:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Sawdust and Sweat (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/bm, b/MMM DISCLAIMER: 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 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Sawdust and Sweat By Wolf My family moved to southern California as a result of the housing boom after World War II. Dad was a journeyman carpenter and my mother was a simple housewife, and I was the only child. Dad followed the housing developments. They were replacing bean fields, walnut groves, orange groves and lemon groves with cookie cutter housing developments 150 units at a time. Even when the boom came to an end Dad managed to hook up with a crew that managed to keep working by remodeling older home and restoring old Victorian and Craftsmen homes. Weather permitting my father would work without a shirt, so most of the year he had a golden tan above the waist. His legs would be as white as raw flesh of chicken legs. He would sometimes stop on the way home for a couple of beers. Otherwise he would come home and sit on the front parch to drink a couple of beers before dinner. I worshiped him and would sit next to him just to smell the sawdust and sweat on his body. Mother was by-polar, so you never knew what kind of mod she would be in. She also worshiped daddy, but at times she would rant and rave before driving the three hundred miles to be with her older sister for a week or two at a time. I had no idea that my father was gay as a child. Being an only child and living in old houses wedged between manufacturing buildings meant that I didn't have other children to play with after school. From time to time during the summer vacations Dad would come in contact with lonely boys close to my age. He would pack me a lunch and take me to work with him, and introduced me to the boys. We would spend the day playing games, riding bikes or even swimming. I believe I was eight the summer a boy introduced me to masturbation and cock sucking. We were playing in a river bed that only had a little stream small enough to step across. We were playing in the water until we were soaking wet. He suggested that we take off our clothes and spread them on the brush on the riverbed floor. He must have been a couple of years older than me, but I was always much bigger than my age. When we were naked I was fascinated by his cock. I had never seen an un- circumcised cock before. The excess skin dangling past the head of his cock looked like and empty hose. He started pulling back the skin to show me that he had a knob not much different than mine. He took hold of my dick and started jacking me off. He asked me to do the same thing to him. We were lying on the warm sand while we masturbated each other. Neither of us was old enough to cum, but we enjoyed playing with each other. He leaned over and took my penis into his mouth and sucked on it. He straddled my head. I was looking up at his cock, balls and asshole as he lowered his cock to my mouth. My Dad's remodeling job laser for three weeks, during that time the boy and I found many places to get naked and suck cock. Daddy would ask me if I had fun on the way home, but never asked if we had sex with each other. The boy had cautioned not to speak about what we did, so I thought it was a sexy secret the boy and I shared. The following spring Dad took me to work with him during my Easter vacation and introduced me to another youth. This boy was a mature 13-year-old. He started molesting me as soon as we were in a secluded location. He was almost a man. His cock was larger, his scrotum had dropped and he sported a patch of pubic hair. We jacked each other off, sucked cocks for a while. Then he produced a jar of Vaseline and lubricated his cock and my asshole. He mounted me doggie style. It hurt when he forced his cock into my asshole, but I only moaned during my first encounter with anal sex. I had to tell a story to my father about why was walking straddle legged. Dad seemed to accept my story without question. Shortly after that encounter Mother threw one of her fits and took the old Oldsmobile to her sisters. That night when it became bedtime I bathed and put on my pajamas as usual, but rather that go to my own bedroom I went to the master bedroom. Dad was lying on top of the bed reading a paperback. He was only wearing clean boxer shorts. I got into bed on the side my mother used. Dad had bathed and smelled of soap, but he also had a manly odor too. I was curious about what he was reading. When I asked him about what he was reading he started reading it aloud. It was a story about a boy being fucked my and old man. I was surprised that he was reading a story about a youth having sex with an older man. It had never occurred to me that my father was into sex with boys. While he was reading he reached over and pulled my penis out of my pajamas and started jacking me off. His boxer shorts were open and I could see the knob of his cock peeking out along with a few sandy colored pubic hairs. I was emboldened by his action to reach over and pull his cock out of his shorts and jack him off. When he finished reading the paperback I asked him, "When you take me to work with you to meet other boys, did you know that we were jacking off?" Dad smiled, "Of course I did. I had played with them before introducing you to them. The first boy I introduced you to told me all about what the two of you did. I even knew about the first time the teenager fuck you." Finding out that Daddy knew and approved of me sucking cocks empowered me to lean over and take his cock into my mouth. It was thrilling to taste my father's cock. While I was sucking his cock I got on my knees, and Dad was rubbing my butt with his strong hands. He pulled down the back of my pajama bottoms and felt the smooth flesh of my ass. My cock responded by jerking when I felt his fingers slipping up and down the moist crack of my ass. I almost chocked when he stuck his finger into my asshole. He was finger fucking my ass while I was sucking his cock. It was exciting to taste my father's cum. It was great to fall asleep in my father's arms. Every night for the rest of the week I would bath and go to bed with Daddy naked. We jacked off and sucked cocks. In the past we knew mother didn't like to drive at night, so if she didn't come home by sun down she wouldn't arrived until the afternoon of the next day. So that weekend we were sure we were safe when the sun set. Dad and I bathed together in the tub, and went to bed together naked. Daddy was in a horny mood and wanted to know if he could breed me. I didn't know what he was asking. He had to make it simpler for me, so he asked me if he could fuck me. I had an idea what he was asking because he had been finger fucking my asshole every night the past week. I was apprehensive about the prospect, but I couldn't refuse my father anything. When we were in bed Dad reached over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open and pulled out a bottle of lubricant with the letters 'KY,' and greased up his cock before lubricating my tight little asshole. He picked up my legs and placed my heels on his shoulder. That elevated my butt up so that my asshole was in-line with his cock. He slowly started pressing the head of his cock gain my asshole. I took a deep breath and relaxed my asshole. It hurt for a moment while the head entered. Once it was in the shaft slip into my ass until his pubic hair was pressing against my butt. All he had to do was start pumping his hips back and forth to fuck me. With every thrust I let out a grunt. When he finished depositing cum in my ass he let his cock stay in there until it went limp and just slipped out. He told me how sexy I looked with my asshole spread open and cum dripping out on my ass. I felt the liquid pool under my butt. When Dad rolled over onto his back I couldn't resist crouching over his hips and sucking his cock clean. My ass was sore the next morning, so I soaked in a warn rub before getting dressed before noon. Mother didn't come home that day, so we assumed we were safe for another week. My asshole felt better by that evening, so we planned on Dad breeding me again. The word conquered up images of me being able to get pregnant with my father's child. I knew it was impossible but I did enjoy dreaming about the possibility. Dad was fucking me every night and I was sucking his cock clean afterwards the next week. Come Friday night we got a call from mother telling Dad she wanted a divorce. She pleaded with me to come live with her and her sister. I assured her that I had no intention of living with her. She bawled and pleaded with me, but I didn't relent. Eventually she gave up. From that day on I became Daddy's bitch. I would come home from school and do my homework, start diner and clean the house. When Dad would come home from work I would greet him with a beer and a kiss. We would watch TV while playing with each other's cocks. Dad would breed me almost every night. As I grew a little older Dad insisted on me meeting other men and boys. After discussing it with me he brought home a friend of his, named Robert. I was impressed with him because he looked like a men's fashion magazine model. He was about six feet tall, dark wavy hair, blue eyes, and his clothes fit him like it had been tailored for him. When we were introduced, he hugged and kissed me. It embarrassed me because I knew why Daddy had brought him home, and obviously the man knew why he was there. Dad told Robert that he was going to leave so that we could get to know each other. It was a surprise to me, and I was as nervous as a dear caught in a car's headlights. As soon as the door closed behind Dad Robert led me to Dad's big recliner and sat me on his lap. He was tongue kissing me while opening my pants. He struggled to pull my pants and tidy whites down to my knees. Then he started playing with my penis and balls. I would feel hid cock getting hard and poking my butt through his pants. I wanted to find out what he looked like naked. I struggled to free myself from his grasp and slipped to the floor between his knees. I started unbuckling his belt. Robert interrupted me and stood up with me so close I could smell his crotch, while he removed his sports coat, tie, and shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt. I was impressed with his physique. He had some hair on his chest but his pecks were squared off and firm. His belly was flat with just a trace of hair disappearing into his pants. He used his toes to take off his Shriner slippers before finishing un-zipping his pants. His pants came down with ease. He was wearing sexy silk red boxer short. Like all boxer shorts fly was open enough for me to see some of his cock and the dark shadow if pubic hair. I was fascinated with his uncircumcised penis. Looking at the end of his cock was like looking at a big earth worm, the way the foreskin covered the bulge of the knob of his cock. When Robert pulled the snaps on the shorts they fell to the floor. He stepped out of his clothes, and thrust his hips foreword driving his cock into my mouth. I clung to the backs of his thighs while sucking his cock. He slowly sat back down in the hair, pulling me with him, so that his cock remained in my mouth. I was looking at the thick patch of pubic hair trailing up to his navel. There were also hairs disappearing between his legs and into the crack of his ass. I was doing my best to suck him off, but he interrupted me. He lifted me up as he stood up again. He maneuvered his body behind me and he made me kneel down again with my face resting here his butt had been. I could smell the unmistakable odor if his asshole on the leather cushion. Just smelling it gave me a hard-on. Robert straddled my butt and guided his cock to my asshole. He drove his cock into my ass without lubrication. It was like being fucked for the first time. I was crying by the time he finished fucking me. He gathered me up and sat me on his lap again while he sat back down. He was kissing he while playing with my cock when the door opened and Dad entered with a boy that looked to be a little younger than me. At first I felt a little jealous seeing him with his hand resting on the boys butt. Robert introduced his nephew to me, while Dad undressed the youth. When the boy was naked they had the boy lay on the carpet on his back, so that I could mount him, head to toe, so that we could suck each other's penis. While we were doing that Dad stuck a finger up the boy's ass while Robert stuck two fingers up my ass. Dad and I became regular party goers after that. When we went to a party I suck several cocks of both men and boys and was fucked by just as many. By the time we were ready to go home my ass was full of cum. I had to stick a butt plug up my ass to keep it up there until we got home. Daddy liked to have me squat over his face and feed him the cum. I still love to have sex with Dad when he gets home from work smelling of sawdust and sweat. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com