Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 00:23:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Daddy Caught Me (gay/incest, oral, anal, m/M) DISCLAIMER: Incest, oral anal, 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 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 2015 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daddy Caught Me By Wolf When I was a 12-year-old, sixth grader, I would get home from school shortly after 2 pm. Several days a week the house would be empty, because my mother was a volunteer at the hospital. Having the house to myself for a three or four hours made it possible for me to spend the time drooling over a Playgirl magazine I kept hidden under my bed. On such occasions I would lay on top of my bed masturbating furiously while studying every erotic pictures of the centerfold picture of the male models. I was fully aware that I had a strong attraction to adult males. One afternoon I was doing just that when I heard the backdoor open. That was unusual since my Father normally worked much later. He normally didn't get home until early evening, but I heard his heavy footsteps as he headed directly to the master bedroom. The house was very quiet, so he must have assumed that there was no one home. He knew the days Mother volunteered at the hospital, and I often visited classmates on those days. I quickly pulled up my pants and fastened them, fearing he would enter my room. A few minutes later I heard the shower running in the master bathroom. I had never really thought of my Father as a sexual object before, even thought my Father was objectively an attractive man. He was forty-something at the time, with salt and pepper hair that made him look rather distinguished, rather slim and looked good in business suits. Having seen him undressed on occasions I was aware that he didn't have hair on his chest, which may have been why I had not been attracted to him all that much, because I liked hairy chested men like Burt Reynolds. When I heard the shower running my adolescent hormones went wild, I couldn't resist the opportunity to seek a look at him showering. Knowing that my window of opportunity would be short, I didn't have much time to think about the ramifications of my actions, or worry about getting caught. All I was thinking about was seeing a naked man. It was not long after I heard the shower door close that I crept down the hall and into the master bedroom. I approached the adjoining bathroom door as quietly as possible. The door to the bathroom was open, and I thought it was safe to look through the door. The shower was a combination sunken tub and shower enclosed with textured glass called rain dance. The glass was fogged up with steam and dripping water. All I could see was a blurry flesh colored shape of my father through the glass. About all I could make out was that it was my father and a rough idea when he was washing under his arms and his crotch. He was obviously facing the wall with the shower head with his back to me. When he turned around to face in my direction, I could make out a hint of that dark patch of pubic hair and a hint of his cock. It did appear that he had a hard-on. I had a semi hard-on of my own before reaching the bedroom, and was rock hard inside my tidy-whites as soon as I made out the figure of my father. I was shaking like leaf but was excited beyond belief. I knew what I was doing would be considered very nasty, but that only made the thrill even more exciting. (I guess fetishes develop very early in life.) I had planned to just get a look and retreat to my own room to jerk off while the water was still running, but my boner kept me staying a little too long. I was able to make out him pulling on his cock a couple of good tugs, not exactly completely jacking off, but obviously giving it a little extra attention. I was hoping he would indeed wank-off in the shower. Suddenly he turned around, shut the water off, and pulled the sliding door open. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. I tried to flee as stealthily as possible, but the fear also made me clumsy and I grazed the door knob on the half open bedroom door as I exited, making a noise that sounded like a gunshot to my ears. I bolted down the carpeted hall back to my bedroom, jumped onto the bed and opened one of my school books. I tried to control my heavy breathing and appear as casual as possible. Shortly thereafter Father walked into my bedroom wearing only a towel around his waist. All I could think of to say, "Hi!" and tried to ask without a quivering voice, "Dad what are you doing home so early?" He obviously wasn't in the mood for pretense, "What do you think you were doing peeping at me in the shower?" I tried to protest my innocence, but he was hearing none of it. "Even before you ran, I was able to see you moving around the bedroom just outside the bathroom. I figured it was you, and the fact that you're the only one home confirms my suspicions." Then he asked, "Do you know what they call guys that like to see other guys naked?" I just sort of nervously shrugged my shoulders in response. He said in a deep base voice, "HOMOS, QUEERS, and FAGOTS!" Without any hesitation, he told me, "Get up and take off your clothes off. Let's see how you like being stared at!" I was embarrassed by what seemed like a logical punishment at the time. It frightened the hell out of me! (Not so much that he might beat the carp out of me, but just the mortification of the situation.) I complied with his command without question. After I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, I unzipped my Levi's corduroys, pushed them down to my knees and stepped out of each leg. I was standing in front of him in just my briefs and my hands folded over my crotch. I was one of those boys just starting to develop. My balls had dropped and my cock was twice as large as it had been just a few months ago. There was the beginning of pubic hair appearing above my cock and under my arms. It would take a couple of years more before my cock reached maximum size. I was sporting a package with a six- inch stiffy of hard boy meat. It was a waste of time trying to hide my boner, because it was pressing against the elastic of my briefs. Dad growled "Underwear too, and keep your arms at your sides!" I knew if I didn't do as he demanded that he would pull them down himself, so I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down. When the elastic cleared my dick it sprang up like a steel spring. They eventually fell to the floor around my ankles. Dad was still wearing the bath towel around his waist, but I couldn't help notice the size of the bulge his cock was making. I was standing bare assed naked in front of him, and even though my cock had a definite downward curve to it, it was obvious that I had plenty of wood to play with. He stood there in all of his 6'2" glory. My cock responded by coming to attention that father witnessed. When he reached out and took hold of my cock his towel fell to the floor. I stood there frozen in my tracks for a short time before I worked up the nerve reach out and take hold of his 7-inch cut cock. Nothing was said, but we jacked each other off until we were about to cum. It surprised me when Dad bent down, to kiss me on the lips, while sticking his tongue into my mouth. When he placed his hand on top of my head, I didn't resist as he forced me down to my knees. My head was parallel with his crotch. I was fascinated with the size and smell of my father's cock and balls. He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips. There was no doubt what he wanted me to do, so I opened my mouth and let him slide his cock into my mouth. When I started sucking, I took hold of his balls, and gently rolled them around between my fingers. Daddy fucked my mouth until he squirted cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some cum leaked out around the corners of my mouth. Nothing was ever said about what had taken place that day. It was several weeks later that mother had to work a graveyard shift at the hospital. I was sound asleep when my bedroom door opened. The sudden flood of light entering the room woke me up. Dad was standing there silhouetted by the light behind him. Although I couldn't see his face, it was obvious that he was naked, because standing there I could see the silhouetted outline of his ball and the end of his cock dangling between his legs. The prospect of getting to suck his cock again was thrilling. My heart was pounding. I lay there watching him cross the floor to my bedside. I didn't bother trying to pretend to be asleep. I wanted to see what he was planning on doing. Dad didn't bother pulling my bedding down. He simply straddled my body, virtually pinning my arms to my side, as he sat on my chest. He held his cock between two finger, and he slapped the large head of his cock against my lips, until I opened my mouth. When I opened my mouth, he inserted his cock. While hanging onto the headboard of my bed, he fucked my mouth until he came. He eventually dismounted, and pulled the covers to expose me body still in my pajamas. He quickly unbuttoned the three big buttons of the top and pulled the drawstring to the bottoms. He didn't bother completely undressing me. He used his big hands to assuage my chest. My nipples responded quickly, and that also gave me a hard-on. He was teasing me. His hand rubbed my belly and slowly worked its way down to my pubic bone. His hand would brush against my cock. My cock would jerk with every touch. I almost pissed in his mouth when he bent down and took my cock into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as he did his best to make me cum. Unfortunately I was still too young to cum. I was still having dry cums, but I had started producing pre-cum emissions, which he licked off of the head of my dick. He must have enjoyed the taste, because he was sporting a fresh boner. He turned me over onto my belly, and mounted me again. This time he was straddling my ass. I felt the head of his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. I knew what he was about to do, and was filled with fear, but thrilled too. I felt him shift his weight from his knees to his hands as he positioned his body like he was going to do some pushup. Then I felt his cock pressing against my asshole. I was about to beg him not to do it, but before I could protest his cock entered my ass. The next thing I felt was his full weight resting on my butt. He fucked me, and all I could do was grunt with every thrust. When he came in my ass, and pulled out it felt wonderful as the cool night air rushed into my gapping bowel. My asshole throbbed for a couple of days. When I recovered I began to look forward to the next time he would find a way to fuck me again. 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 pomoolf74@yahoo.com