Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2019 21:20:45 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Son of s jailbird (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MMM Author's Note: 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 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Son of a Jailbird By Wolf I lived from hand to mouth for years. I had been shuffled from one distant relative to another because my father had been sent up the river to the gray bar hotel for 5 to 20, for selling drugs. I rebled against authority and was nothing but trouble for my relatives. I had been a baby when he went to jail, so I had no memory of him. My relatives were always telling me I was just like him and would wind up in jail just like him. I was told that my mother had become a drug addict shortly after my father went to jail and died as a result of a hotshot overdose. Being reminded of my parents' misdeeds all the time just reminded me that I was unloved. I was in and out of juvenile hall periodically. It came as a surprise to me when I was informed that my father was getting out of Jail after serving eight years. When he arrived at the home of a distant aunt. When I saw him, I was shocked, to say the least. The man standing in front of me was only about 5' 8" but he was muscle bound. He was wearing a T-shirt that showed off his bulging biceps and bulging chest and pleated stomach. His arms were covered with tattoos. His hair was buzz cut. His body and clothes reeked of cigarette smoke. He freighted me. I was just ten-years-old at the time. I was terrified at the prospect of having to live with him. The family had all told me that my father was a bum and I would grow up to be just like him. Just the same, I had to gather up my meager belongings and was taken to the cheap hotel he was living in. He was on probation and his probation officer check on him a couple of times. He had too many cons to check on, so we never saw him after two visits. It was an uncomfortable reunion, but we slowly became comfortable with each other. He asked me what it was like living with my relatives. I told him that our relatives are a bunch of bastards. After we had a good laugh, we settled down to discuss our lives within the family. After we told each other what our lives had been like the subject of sex came up. I told him about some of my cousins having forced me to suck their cocks but admitted that I had enjoyed the cock sucking. My father wasn't upset by my confession. Dad made his own confession about his jail experiences. He told me that the first couple of years he had been raped by the inmates and guards reputedly. He told me that he took up weight lifting to build up my body to be able to defend himself. Only he had developed a taste for rough trade. He claimed to enjoy being a top as well as a bottom. I was unsure about everything he was telling me but understood enough to understand he was telling me liked sex with men. Learning that my father sucked cocks in jail didn't shock me all that much. In fact, later, thinking about him being forced to suck cocks and being buggered turned me on enough that I had to jack-off to get any sleep. A couple of nights later I couldn't go to sleep, so I got out of bed and made my way to Dad's bedroom. There was just enough light to find my way to his bed. As I pulled back the covers, I could smell his many body odors. I stood there looking at my father's naked body by the pale light. I had not suspected how much of his body was covered with tattoos. I had heard stories that prison tattoos have meanings, but didn't know what his tattoos meant. I also saw his cock for the first time. I was surprised to see that his cock was pierced and there was a stainless-steel C shaped bolt with steel balls screwed on the ends. I wondered why he would do that to himself. I also wondered how he peed with a quarter inch bolt protruding from the hole normally used to pee through. The cool night air disturbed Dad and he opened his eyes. I stepped back because I feared that my father would strike me. "Don't be afraid of me, son!" He reached out and took my hand and pulled me towards the bed. I placed my knee on the bed and settled down on the bed next to my father. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and drew me near. My head was next to his armpit and I could smell he musky odor of his sweaty armpit. His chest was covered dark hair. His body was hard from years of lifting weights. I ran my hands over his body and felt the muscles ripple. Dad didn't make a move to stop me when my fingers brushed against his pubic hair. His cock was laying in the crease of his left leg and when my finger touched the steel bolt his cock jerked. It started to rise and swell. I touched the cock bolt. "Did they do this to you in prison?" He chuckled, "I made it in the machine shop myself. It was easy to thread two ends of a two-inch bolt of stainless-steel and two steel balls. I shaped it into a C over an anvil." "Who pierced your cock?" "I had the tattoo artist do it for me. He had been a trained nurse before he took it upon himself to kill his family with poison. He used a sterile curved needle to puncture my dick." "Did it hurt?" "Not as much as being gang raped by both the Crypts and the Mexican Mafia for two years. I was not going to join the Skin Headed Nazis. The only way to stay alive was to align myself with a group that all of the gangs respected. Every prison has a group of men that really run the person. If anyone wants something from conjugal visits to drugs of choice, they have to go to these people headed by one man with all of the power. I got in his good graces by hacking into the State judicial computer system. We could set up early releases, have almost anything delivered to the jail in such a way that we would have access to it. That way I was valuable to all groups. From them on I was offered all of the sex and drugs I wanted. Sucking and fucking is a pleasant pastime." I was milking his cock while he was telling me about his time in prison. My face was close enough to smell his crotch. There was the smell of the combination of sweat combined with skin-cells that corms a pungent odor added to the smell of the detergent used to wash his underwear. It felt funny to put the head of his cock into my mouth with that steel bolt in his cock. The metal had that metallic taste. Dad placed his powerful hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down almost choking me with his cock. I don't know how long I sucked his cock but it was long enough that my jaw started to ace, before his cock erupted in my mouth. My first instinct was to pull ack my head to escape the flood of cum, but Dad shoved my hard down to shoot his load down my throat. The act of breathing caused some of his cum to drip from my nose. When Dad allowed me to lift my head, he pulled me up and had me straddle his chest and he toyed with my little dick and balls. When he pulled me forward, he took my little dick into his mouth and sucked me. He sis thing with his tongue that drove me crazy. It felt like he was trying to stick the tip of his tongue into my piss hole. I had a dry orgasm before he stopped sucking. I lay on top of him with his cock between my thighs while he told me all about his sex life. His stories were not only exciting me, but I could also feel his cock getting another boner. He asked me, "Would you like me to fuck you, Son?" "Oh, my GAWD YES Daddy!" Dad laid me on the bed while he got up and retrieved a tube of lubricant that he took from a drawer in the nightstand and applied a generous amount to his cock and spread all over his cock with his hand. Then he told me to roll over and he spread some of the lubricant around my asshole with his fingers and shoved two fingers deep into my asshole. When he mounted the bed, he took hold of both ankles and lifted them and rolled me over onto my back. He elevated my legs enough to lift my butt up enough that my Dad's cock was aligned with my asshole. As his cock penetrated my asshole, I had to bit my lip to keep from crying out. Dad fucked me slowly and used his greasy hand to take hold of my dick and masturbate me. As his urge to cum increased he started increasing the speed of his thrusts and pulling on my dick. Hen Dad stopped thrusting into my ass when he started cumming. It was thrilling to lay there on a seat covered sheets in the arms of my Dad. For the first time in my life, I was in the arms of someone that loved me. It didn't take long for me to become accustomed to being fuck by an adult cock. Dad was not the monogamous type. He continued to seek out other men to have sex with. He would bring home men and allow me to watch him suck their cock and fuck him in the ass. I thought my father had a great ass. His butt cheeks were round and firm. I had spent plenty of time with my nose and tongue smelling and licking his hairy ass crack. Some of the men Dad brought home wanted to have sex with me as well. I sucked a lot of cocks and enjoyed the variety is sizes and shapes. Some had foreskins, others did not. Some were long enough to go down my throat. Other's were no longer than my own. Some with no bigger around than a raw winner and others were as big around as a beer can. There were times when his guests would be fucking me while I would be sucking Daddy's cock. I made friends with boys in the neighborhood and a few at school. If they showed an interest in sex, I would groom them into becoming cock suckers and eventually introduce them to anal sex. Dad and I had a stable of boys all willingly participants in sex with older men. By the time I was a teenager Dad had run afoul of the law again and was sent to jail for another 10 to 20 years. I wasn't about to go back to living with my relatives again. I asked Dad to not mention that he had a son so that I could pick someone I wanted to live with. There was one man that was a friend of ours that I liked a lot. He was the kind of man that reminded me of my father at the same time he was a mountain of a man. He was at least six- foot-four. He was as hairy as my father and he sported an impressive cock that was uncut. That gave me extra lose shin to move up and down while jerking him off. I moved in with him and he got documents indicating I was his child to prevent the law from getting their hands on me. It was our plan for me to live with him as long as Dad was in jail. My adopted father was a member of the same group that my Dad had belonged to. I enjoyed going to parties where the rooms would be filled with the odor of sweaty male bodies and cum. I would make an effort to suck every cock there and offer my ass to anyone desiring a hole to penetrate. They all enjoyed sex with young boys, even younger than me. We attended parties where there were plenty of pre-pubescent boys that actually enjoyed sucking adult cocks and being fucked in their tight little assholes. The little nymphs would but on sex shows to inflame the sexual desires of the adults. I was at an awkward age, to old to excite old pedophiles and young enough to desire older men's cocks. One time he brought me to the home a friend that looked like a little old grandfather. He was a chubby elfin-looking man that looked like the picture of Sant Clause. He had snow white hair and trimmed beard. There was a twinkle in his blue eyes and rosy cheeks. His waistline must have measured 52-inches. He couldn't have been more than 5'-5" tall. He was very lovable and very affectionate. He was wearing a red satin robe and barefooted. I was told that his name was Paul, but I said, "You look like Santa Clause!" As soon as I said that, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big bear hug. He picked me up and kissed me on the mouth. "Come sit on my lap and tell me what you want." He carried me to a big brown wing backed leather recliner, and sat down placing me on his left thigh. He didn't have much of a lap because of his belly. Sitting there his robe opened and I saw his bare right thigh. He had his left arm around my waist and he started running his right hand all over my arms and chest. "Tell me what you want, Son?" "I would like Santa to love me." He kissed me on the mouth again. I had never kissed a man wearing a full bard before. It felt funny. It reminded me of the times I had shoved my face into the pubic hair of men I had sucked off. He stuck his tongue into my mouth while he was kissing me. He started pulling my T-shirt up. I had to lift my arms up to allow him to pull the T-shirt over my head. As he started unbuckling the belt of my cargo shorts, he started licking and sucking on my nipples. After he unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper, he pulled my underpants away enough to be able to slip his hand into them. As soon as his chubby fingers brushed against my penis, I sprang a hard boner. "I see that you love Santa! Can Santa bless your penis, Son?" Going along with the game I said, "I would love for Santa to bless my penis." He had to lean me be back against the arm of the chair to be able to bend over and take my little penis into his mouth. While he sucked my dick, I stroked his hair. Looking across the room I saw the man I was living with sitting on the couch. His pants were down below his knees along with his white boxers, and he had his right hand wrapped around his cock. He was obviously enjoying the show of his Santa Clause type friend seducing me. Santa struggled to remove my cross trainers and socks before he sat me on my feet long enough to remove my shorts and underwear. While I was standing between his thighs, I saw that his robe had worked open and I saw his big round belly and hairy man tits. I was most interested in what his junk looked like. His balls were wedged between his thick thighs and looked like on big flesh colored ball the size of a softball but his cock was almost hidden in the scrotum. About all, I could see was the purple head of his cock. I leaned over and started mouthing his man tits. I felt the hairs until I slobbered all over his nipples, plastering the white hairs to his tits. I licked my way down his round belly stopping long enough to suck on his outie belly button before kneeling before him and pressing my face against his reddish pubic hair. I had to spread his legs as wide as I could. At least that allowed his scrotum to rest on the chair. His cock was no longer than mine but it was bigger around. When I took it into my mouth my nose was pressed against his pubic hair and my chin was resting on his balls. I sucked on his hock and mouthed his balls until he told me, "I'm about to cum, my boy. Do you want to drink Santa's cum?" I lifted my head and said, "I want to drink all of Santa's cum!" I returned to my sucking efforts and was soon rewards b him squirting several bursts of cum. I managed to swallow all of it. I lay there between his thighs wallowing in the manly smell his crotch. While Paul recovered, I rose and turned my attention to my adopted Daddy. I straddled his thighs and reached between my legs to guide his monster cock to my asshole and slowly lowered my butt until I was sitting on his lap. When I started bouncing my butt up and down, I enjoyed the feeling that big snake going in and out of my ass. When he came in my ass, I settled down on his lap with his cock still in my ass. While I was enjoying the feeling of the meat in my ass, Paul slid out of his chair and crawled over to cling to our thighs and took my little penis into his mouth. He sucked on my dick until I experienced a dry cum. When I lifted my ass off of the cock the two men lifted my legs and placed my feet on Pa-Pa's knees so that Paul could lick my asshole. Just having Paul licking my asshole and even tongue fuck my asshole, brought my dick back to life. I had a very adventurous sex life during my father's imprisonment. By the time he was released again for good behavior I was a grown man. He had put on more weight and added a few more tattoos, but his ass still looked like the ass of a boy. The first night home he sucked my cock three times and invited me to fuck him a couple of times. During his absence, I had found a young runaway that I had groomed to become our sex toy for a few years. 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@gmail.com