Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 17:34:48 -0700
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Turned Me Out (gay/incest oral, anal, M/MM)

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                  Daddy Turned Me Out
                          By
                         Wolf

	My family migrated from Oklahoma in the thirties 
when western Oklahoma turned into a dust bowl.  My father 
was part Dutch and English, as such he was born with 
platinum blond hair.  He was known as Whitie all of his life.  
He had been drafted into the Army during the Korean War.  
He married a redhead that's family had been from southern 
Oklahoma, after the war.  They settled down to make a life 
together.

	Dad became a truck driver, and eventually bought his 
own Peterbilt semi.  The company he leased his truck to 
delivered products from San Francisco to San Diego.  He 
spent very little time at home.  My mother went to work 
when I was old enough to take care of myself.

	It is worth noting that my father was about five-feet 
eight and his weight remained between 155 and 145 pounds.  
Any time he approached the upper limit he would stop 
drinking beer until he got his weight down.  My mother was a 
large woman, five-foot seven, and her weight went from 160 
when she was married to 200 pounds.  I was born about 
three years after they married.  They named me after 
grandfather, Herbert, but everyone called me Herby.

	I have to say that I grew up to have blond hair like my 
father, but I favored my mother's side of the family.  I had 
freckles, and grew up to be six-foot tall and was large enough 
to play tackle football.  I even played college football for a 
couple of years.  My weight got up to 240 pounds while 
playing college ball, but when I dropped out and joined the 
navy it dropped down to 206 pounds.

	I think I was pretty normal, growing up, I learned a little 
about sex from older boys by mutual masturbation and some 
cock sucking.  Other than that I didn't indulge in sex, other 
than masturbation.

	In the Navy the prospect of a bad conduct discharge 
prevented me from indulging in gay sex with any shipmates, 
but there were a few times that I would allow civilians to pick 
me up.

	There was the time I took the bus up to Balbo Park to 
see the San Diego Zoo.  While standing in the line a man 
flirted with me.  He told me how much he appreciated my 
service.  He paid my way in and bought me lunch.  While we 
were walking around the Zoo he led me to a secluded spot, 
away from prying eyes, and he felt me up and kissed me.  He 
suggested that I come home with him.  That led to a mutual 
cock sucking evening.

	Another time I was hitch hiking to my parent's home, in 
South Gate, a suburb of Los Angles, Ca.  A man driving a 
station wagon stopped to give me a lift.  He was obviously 
married with children, because there was an infant car seat in 
back and toys back there.  As soon as the car was moving he 
played with my leg.  He took me to a secluded spot on top of 
Tory Tines and got very excited opening the 13 button flap to 
give me a blowjob.

	While I was overseas my parents got divorced.  Mother 
moved back to Oklahoma to live with her sister.  Dad 
remained in the house because it was close to the trucking 
yard.  The truck yard was near the Los Angeles River.  It was 
an industrial neighborhood.  There were very few private 
residences scattered among truck yards and manufacturing 
buildings.

	When my enlistment ended I returned home and got a 
job at the Texaco Oil Refinery.  I settled in with my father.  
Working in the administration office it was a boring job, at 
least I had weekends off.  That's more than you can say about 
the refinery workers.

	My father suggested one time that I might enjoy 
spending an evening out with a young man he met that lived 
next to the truck yard, because he was my age.

	There was an old house next to the yard occupied by 
the young guy.  His name was James.  The house had been 
built near the turn of the 20th century.  It had belonged to the 
James' grandparents.  When they passed away he inherited 
the house.

	On one of those occasions when I would didn't have 
pervious plans Dad dropped me off early Friday evening, and 
he introduced me to James.  Dad was taking a load to San 
Francisco and by the time he picked up a return load he 
would not be back until Monday some time.

	James was a good looking young guy, and seemed to 
be friendly.  James did the driving as we started hitting the 
bars in the south bay area.  We kind of followed the old 
Pacific Coast Highway from Manhattan Beach south to Long 
Beach until we reached Alameda Blvd.  Then we headed 
north back towards South Gate.  We only had a beer or two in 
each bar.  As we got close to South Gate we stopped at a bar 
that obviously catered to truckers and bikers.  There were 
truck rigs parked in a vacant lot across the street and there 
were Harley's lined up in front of the bar.

	When we entered and found a booth, it was obviously 
to me that it was a gay bar.  There were truckers dressed in 
Stetsons or baseball caps, tight jeans, silver belt buckles, and 
cowboy boots.  The rest of the patrons were in black leather 
chaps, jackets, and sporting leather Garson caps, or peanut 
helmets.  The men were dancing with each other.  Several 
couples were kissing.  James leaned over and kissed me on 
the mouth for the first time.  I got a boner, and was drunk 
enough to return the kiss.  James suggested that it was time 
to go home.

	The house must have been furnished by his 
grandmother, because everything looked like it was out of 
the thirties.  James led me to the master bedroom and turned 
on a single light bulb that flooded the room in a soft red glow.  
We started undressing each other before we went to bed.  
We lay next to each other and masturbated each other while 
we kissed.  James leaned over and sucked my cock until I fed 
him a load of cum.  It was my turn to roll him onto his back 
and hover over him, while I sucked him off.

	We were both drunk and tired, so I rolled over onto my 
side and drifted off to sleep.  James cuddled up against my 
backside and rested his hand on my hip, as he drifted off to 
sleep as well.

	Sometime during the early morning hours I woke up, 
and it was because James' hand was resting on my cock.  He 
started jerking me off.  When he knew I was awake, I felt his 
cock pressing against my ass.

	I had never had anal sex with anyone before, and told 
him so.  James reached for his nightstand and retrieved a tub 
of KY and greased up his cock, and used a finger to lubricate 
my asshole.  I wasn't sure I wanted to try that, but James 
eased his cock into my asshole.  I was surprised that it did go 
in easier than I thought it would.  James held my hip while he 
fucked my ass.  The only tips that he had cum was his 
breathing and the slippery coolness on my ass as his cum 
leaked down the cheek of my ass.

	The sex had awoken my cock, so I turned over to face 
James, and placed my hand on his hip, as I rolled him over.  I 
was about to lubricate my cock, when James assured me that 
it wasn.t necessary.  I guided my cock between the cheeks of 
his butt.  My cock went in smoothly enough.  I slowly started 
fucking him.  It took a long time before I had an orgasm.  
When I disengaged, we both fell asleep again.

	When the sun heated up the room in the morning, my 
head was throbbing.  One smell of Jams breath was enough 
to tell me that mine must smell like shit.  I made my way to 
the bathroom and relieved my bladder before brushing my 
teeth with his toothbrush. 

	James came in, walking very gingerly.  He pissed in the 
bowl and brushed his teeth too.  We drank a couple of glasses 
of water before we even talked about what to do.  We 
needed to eat, but were in no shape to cook, so we got 
dressed and drove to a local Denny's for a Grand Slam 
breakfast.

	When we returned to his home we lounged around and 
even drank another beer to get rid of the throbbing heads.  
When we had gotten dressed for breakfast we had both gone 
commando.  So, it was easy to get undressed again.  This time 
when we went to his bedroom I noticed for the first time that 
all of the framed pictures on the walls and on the dresser 
were of men.  Some of them were completely naked.  It came 
as a surprise to see an 8 by 1-inch photograph of my father 
standing with his arm around the shoulders of the Truck 
company dispatcher.  They were both naked and each hand a 
hand grasping each other's cock.

	I had never suspected that my father was gay before.  
Now I realized why my father spent so much time socializing 
with his buddies.  My mind was overwhelmed with fantasies 
about my father having sex with a variety of men he knew 
and myself.  That was enough to give me a permanent hard-
on.

	James and I spent the weekend fucking and sucking.  
While we rested we watched porn videos.  Watching 
handsome men fucking each other and sucking cocks was 
enough to stimulate the old libido.

	Late Sunday night we agreed to have one more round 
of sex before he would drive me home.  I wanted to get a 
good night's sleep before going to work.  James wanted to 
fuck me one more time, so I prostrated myself over the arm 
of his couch.  He took hold of my hips and rammed his cock 
up my ass roughly.  He fucked me hard and fast.  By that time 
I was used to being fucked by him, and loved it.  His cock 
rubbed against my prostrate, so that I had an orgasm without 
anyone touching my cock.  I actually squirted cum all over 
arm of the couch, before James deposited his cum in my ass, 
but as that happened the front door opened..

	When we turned our heads to see who had walked in 
on us, I was stunned to see my father standing there.  There 
was nothing I could do, James was still holding me tightly by 
my hips, and his cock was buried bells deep into my ass.  I 
was almost ready to cry from embarrassment.  What could I 
say?  I lay there waiting for all hell to break loose.

	Dad approached the couch slowly, and to my surprise 
he placed his hand on James' butt and kissed him on the 
mouth.  He said, "I can't thank you enough for bringing my 
boy out!  How is he?"

	James said, "Herby, turned out to be no stranger to 
cock sucking, but he was a virgin when it came to anal sex, 
but he is now a full-fledged bottom bitch now!"

	Dad said, "That looks kind of obvious!"

	James took a couple of more quick thrusts and shot his 
load into my ass.  When he pulled his cock out Dad used a 
wad of tissues to wipe off the cum dripping out of my 
asshole.  There was a lot of hugging and kissing before I got 
dressed, and Dad took me home.

	It was late and we both had to get up early to report to 
work, but Dad insisted that from now on I sleep in his bed 
with him.  We took off our clothes and got in bed.  We 
hugged and kissed for a while, before I turned my back to 
him, so that I could get some sleep, but that was not going to 
happen.  Dad had me bend and raise my right leg, to give him 
better access to my asshole.

	Dad spooned me and guided his cock towards my 
asshole.  My asshole was sore from two days of almost non-
stop fucking, but I didn't resist or complain.  Daddy simply 
rocked back and forth as his cock slid in and out of my ass 
until he deposited his seed in my ass.  We fell asleep in that 
position.

	When the alarm went off, we slowly became aware of 
our surroundings and realized what had happened last night.  
His limp cock was resting on the left cheek of my ass.  I turned 
over to face my father and kissed him.  I assured him that I 
was thrilled to find out that he liked male sex too!

	We had to get up and get ready for work.  We were 
talking so much that we were running late.  We didn't have 
time to make breakfast.  Dad drove his truck to the yard, and 
I drove my little VW to the refinery.  There are always roach 
trucks in front of the main gate, when the shifts are changing, 
so I bought a sweet roll and as sandwich as I made my way to 
the office.  I didn't need to buy coffee, because there was 
always coffee brewing in the office.  I ate the sandwich and 
roll with my coffee at my desk.  The day was as boring as 
usual, but I was thinking about my throbbing asshole.  I was 
looking forward to getting home.  I knew that Dad would not 
be home until late Tuesday.

	As far back as I could remember he had spent his 
Wednesday's playing cards with his friends.  I knew the men 
he played cards with: One member of the foursome was the 
trucking company dispatcher, another was his best friend 
Oscar, and the fourth was a plant manager of one of the local 
manufacturing plants that the trucking company did business 
with.  I had never suspected they did anything more that 
drink beer and play cards on those occasions.  I was to learn 
what went on there when Dad invited me to join them, but 
that Monday I was free to do whatever I wanted.

	I didn't want to do anything with James, but I couldn't 
get that gay bar on Alameda Blvd. out of my mind.  I drove 
down there to have a beer on my own.  I chose to sit at the 
bar, so I could check out the crowd in the mirror behind the 
bar.  I wasn't that attracted to the bikers, but the truck 
drivers appealed to me.  I was nursing my second beer when 
a tall slender man with a bit of a pot, and dressed like a 
trucker approached me.  He was wearing a western shirts 
with pearl snap buttons, Wrangler jeans, with a large silver 
buckle,  with a large lone start and the word Texas over it, 
cowboy boots, and sporting a baseball cap with the word 
'Peterbilt' over a picture of the big square grill of a truck.  
There was no doubt what he was.

	He asked me if I was waiting for anyone, and I assured 
him I was on my own tonight.  He straddled the bar stool next 
to me and offered to buy me a beer.  I accepted and he 
ordered two tab beers.  He told me that his name was Roy, 
and I told him my name was Herbert, but called Herby!  Roy 
placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.  When I 
didn't object, he asked me for a dance.

	On the dance floor he held me close and placed both 
hand on the cheeks of my ass.  There was just something 
about his manly body odor that turned me on.  I suspected 
that he hadn't showered in at least a week.  I couldn't resist 
telling him an old joke that I was sure he would know.

	I told him, "The State Troopers pulled into a rest area 
on the Interstate Highway and found a man trapped under 
the hood of his car, with his pants down around his ankles 
and cum dripping out of his asshole.  After they freed the 
man they asked him what had happened?"  The man said, "I 
managed to limp my car into the rest area, and was checking 
under the hood when the hood fell, trapping me as you had 
found .me, but earlier a truck pulled in to the rest area, and I 
asked the driver to help me, but the man pulled my pants 
down and raped me!"  The Troopers asked, "Can you describe 
the trucker that rapped you?"  I said, "I never saw him, but I 
know he was a Texan!"  The troopers asked, "If you never saw 
him, how do you know he was a Texan?"  I said, "I know he 
was a Texan, because I felt his large belt buckle and his cock 
was a short horn that I could hardly feel in my ass!"

	Roy chuckled at my joke, and he took hold of my wrist 
and placed my hand on the bulge in his Wranglers.  I could 
feel a long bulge resting between the crease between the 
trunk of his body and his left leg.  There was no doubt that he 
was well hung.  He asked, "Would you like to see my truck?

	I kissed him on the cheek and allowed him to escort me 
across the Street to that large empty lot where there were 
several large rigs parked.  He led me towards a large green 
Peterbilt rig with a large sleeper cab, hooked up to a long 
trailer.  He opened the rig from the passenger side and 
helped me up into the cab.  We passed between the seats 
into the sleeper.  It was surprisingly spacious inside.  There 
was just about everything needed.  There was a wash closet 
with a door tight enough to keep the smell out of the cab, a 
bed with storage underneath. There was even a pretty large 
LED-TV on the wall at the foot of the bed, and it was air-
conditioned.  We sat on his bed and we hugged and kissed 
each other.  In short order we struggled to remove each 
other's clothes.  I suspected the Roy was near fifty years old, 
because he was physically fit, but his body was covered with 
dark hair.  When we got all of our clothes off I was duly 
impressed with his package.  His hairy balls hung down 
between his legs resting on the edge of the bunk, and his 
cock must have measured at least eight inches and it lay 
limply on his left leg.  I couldn't resist taking it in hand and 
milking it until he had an erection sticking straight up.  Roy 
was also inspecting my equipment.

	He expressed his pleasure with my cock, because he 
liked un-cut cocks.  My balls were also large, because the 
years of playing football, I had been kicked in the ball enough 
time that I had a hydro-cell, or water filling the sack.  I swear 
my balls were a large as a soft ball.  He bent down and took 
my balls in his mouth and sucked on them.  It was funny 
watching him sucking on my balls with my cock poking him in 
the eye now and then.  When he took my cock into his mouth 
he started tickling my asshole with his finger tip.

	He slowly laid me face down on the bunk in 
preparation of breeding me.  He even had a tube of lubricant 
in a drawer under the bunk that he used to lubricate my 
asshole in preparation for fucking my ass.  When he spread 
my legs and knelt between them he laid on my back as he 
guided his cock into my hole.  He tongued my left ear while 
fucking me.  I enjoyed his efforts so much that I even gave 
him a card with my phone number on it.  I told him to give me 
a call anytime his was in town.

	When Dad got home and had a couple of days off, he 
asked me if I wanted to join him for a card game that evening.  
The idea of watching a bunch of old men playing cards was 
not that exciting for me, but I decided what the hell.

	That evening we drove over to the home of Keith, the 
dispatcher.  The plant manager was already there, and they 
introduced me to him.  Without warning he took me in his 
arms and kissed me on the mouth.  I was stunned into 
inaction, and he actually felt my crotch.  I couldn't help it, I 
got a boner instantly.  We were interrupted by the doorbell 
ringing.  It was Oscar, my father's best friend.

	The minute Oscar saw me he was very excited, "Whitie, 
you finally brought out Danny!"

	Dad chuckled, "I got the young man living next to the 
yard to seduce him for me. After I was sure Danny was into 
sex with men I bedded him.  I don't think he has gone to bed 
since without a cock in his ass!"

	Everyone laughed.

	I had expected to see a card table set up for a car 
game, but there was no indication that they planned to play 
cards at all.  The bar was well stocked.  The guys were all 
drinking beer though.  It was Oscar that approached me first.  
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth.  
Before I knew it he had his hand down the front of my pants.  
I closed my eyes, and enjoyed having him play with my cock.  
Then I felt the presence on another body.  When I opened my 
eyes the man that was the plant manager was pressing his 
body against mine.

	The man had removed his shirt and I felt his hairy chest 
pressing against my body.  Ass I looked around the room all of 
the men were removing their clothes.  They also removed my 
clothes, before Daddy and Oscar led me into the bathroom.  
It was crowded with three of us in the room.  I watched as 
Daddy prepared an enema bottle, and Oscar knelt on the 
floor with his ass in the air.  Daddy inserted the nozzle and 
released the clamp.  Oscars cock was jerking as his bowel 
filled with water.  He was barely able to sit on the toilet 
before there was a loud splash.  The room was filled with the 
stink of his shit.  When Daddy had cleaned up Oscar's ass, 
they changed places.  This time Daddy got the enema, and 
Oscar cleaned his ass when he was finished shitting.  After 
flushing the toilet for the second time, Daddy said, "Danny, 
now it is your turn to be cleaned out.

	I wasn't sure I wanted to get an enema, but Oscar and 
Dad forced me to assume the passion on the cold tiled floor 
while Daddy stuffed the nozzle into my ass, and released the 
clamp.  I felt the cool water filling my ass with water, and the 
pressure pressing against my bladder.  When Daddy pulled 
the nozzle out of my ass I could hardly hold the water in until 
I could sit down on the toilet.  The water splashed up and got 
my butt wet.  I could smell the stink of my own shit.  Daddy 
cleaned my ass, and they escorted me back to the living 
room.  The other two men went to the bathroom to give each 
other enemas.

	It was strange to be the center of attention in my 
father's presence.  Oscar helped me lay on top of the sturdy 
coffee table, and mounted me for a mutual cock sucking fest.  
Daddy was in position behind me and inserted his cock in my 
ass.  While they were using me, the other two men returned 
and stood on either side of me.  They jacking themselves off, 
until I took hold of both of their cocks and continued jacking 
them off.

	I understood why they wanted everyone to have an 
enema.  It was easier to stick cocks in assholes.  That evening 
I was fucked by four men, and got to fuck four men too.



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