Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 13:15:47 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Truck Diver Daddy (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM)

Incest, 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.

                Truck Driver Daddy
                       By
                      Wolf

	My family came from Oklahoma looking for a
better life. Dad was only about 5' 9" and never weighed
more than 145 pounds.  As a child, he was a platinum
blond pageboy style.   He looked like the logo for Dutch
Boy paint.  When he was ready to marry, he selected a
large woman with a lot of brothers.  Mom was about 5'
7" in stocking feet.  Auburn hair and weighed as much as
170 pounds.

	When they moved to California Dad work as a
milkier for a couple of feed-lot dairy's, where they had
to milk 1500 cows twice a day.  I was the first member
of my family born in California and names me David.  As
a child I was redheaded, a freckle-faced stocky boy.  I
was referred to as built like a fireplug.

	Dad held a number of different jobs as I was
growing up, roofer, plumber, a journeyman carpenter
and finally an owner leaser Big-rig Truck driver owner.
To be specific he owned a Peterbilt Simi truck with a 10
speed Spicer transition.

	I attended a number of different schools growing
up.  I used to spend my summers staying with the family
of a slightly older cousin named John.  He was blond and
I envied him.  When we were about eight years old John
introduced me to mutual masturbation and oral sex.

	When I was spending my summer vacations with
him, we used to take old Army blankets and can food to
spend weeks a time camping out in the scrub brush in
the backcountry east of Encinitas.  That was where we
started playing games where we would take off our
clothes and run around and sucking dicks.

	As I approached puberty my Hair started changing
to blond.  Every place we moved to I formed friendships
with at least one boy about my age that would turn into
a sexual one.  At first, they were just masturbation and
cock sucking parties.  At the same time, I as
increasingly indulging in masturbation.  I was
masturbating five and six time a day.  The problem with
masturbating that much is getting caught by my mother.

	My mother came from a very religious fundamental
family. (The kind of family that believes drinking beer is
a sin, smoking two packs of cigarettes a day acceptable
and any sex not used for procreation will send you to
hell.  Abortion is a sin, but girls as young as thirteen get
pregnant every day.  But taxpayers paying to support
the bastards is unacceptable.  You can guess what my
mother would do when she caught me masturbating.

	The first few times I got a whipping with a
leather belt on my bare ass, along with a lecture about I
was going to become a sinful pervert.  She eventually
gave up spanking me and just told me I was going to hell.
Dad never took part in her rants.

	It's worth knotting that my mother was an
undiagnosed schizophrenic.  As a child I only became are
of them arguing when she would take a car and drive up
to the central valley to stay with her older sister for a
week or so.

	By the time I reached puberty, I was blond and my
cousin's hair was brown.  When the two of us were 11-
years-old John was producing cum for me to swallow,
and growing pubic har before me.  I started growing
strawberry-blond pubic hair about four months after
him.  While his cum was a thick milky white mine was
clear with streaks of white.  I was always bigger than
him physically, by that time I was twelve-years-old I
was 200 pounds.  John was the one to suggest that we
fuck each other.  We were camping out in red clay
borrow used by coyotes.  We were both naked and had
just heated up two cans of pork and beans on an open
wood fire.  When we finished eating and we started
masturbating each other.  (Looking back on it, John
must have planned for us to fuck long before I arrived,
because he had packed a jar of Vaseline).  We had our
fire in a depression that would prevent anyone from
seeing it unless they were right there with us.  We
draped a blanket over an appropriately shaped adobe
mound.  John greased up his asshole while I was
greasing up my dick.  He lay belly down on the blanket
and reached back to spread his own butt.  I positioned
myself behind him and guided my dick to his little
puckered asshole.

	John pleaded with me to pull my dick out of his
ass, but I was already in and fucked him until I squirted
my load in his ass.  When I pulled out John was rubbing
his asshole while I was cleaning my dick.  Was admit
that it was his turn now.

	The big difference between us was that I was cut
and had a large purple knob like a helmet.  John, on the
other hand, was not cut and his foreskin covered must
of the head.  The skin was so tight that it stunted the
knob and pulling it back to expose the head was painful
for him.  I had grown accustomed to the headcheese
under his foreskin.  The cheese was a combination of
dead skin cells, urine, cum, and sweat.  Yes, it was bitter
tasting.

	After we greased up my asshole and his cock, I
assumed the position and he mounted me.  Like him, it
hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to let him know.  I did
my best to not make a sound other than to grunt with
every thrust.  When he squirted his load into my ass and
pulled out, I felt like my asshole was wide open so much
you could drop a tennis ball in.  When I tried to pucker
my asshole there was a sharp pain.  I gave up and
accepted that if there was any ship up there it would
simply fall out.

	Fucking became a favorite pastime.  That same
summer we were in the loft of a hay barn and were
naked and fucking each other.  We must have been
making more noise than we thought because our mutual
uncle Roy climbed the ladder and saw me prostrate over
a hay bale and John was fucking my ass.  We panicked
when we saw him.  We scrambled to get dressed.  The
seat of my pants got wet from the Vaseline and badly
fluid.  We were afraid to talk to Uncle Roy.  He waited
until after dinner to take us aside and he told us that
he wouldn't tell our parents if we took a ride with him.

	Roy owned an old brown Ford sedan. We piled into
his car and found that his best friend was in the
passenger seat.  His best friend was a really fat
Mexican every one call Gordo.  Roy took us for a ride on
a dirt road near a Gladiola field.  John and I were in the
back and the men joined us.  The had us pulled our pants
down and draped us over the front seat.

	Roy was behind John and Gordo was behind me.
The two men were in a jovial mood as they commented
that they hadn't fucked a tight ass since they were
teenagers.  Gordo's cock was probably less than five-
inches long but it was as big around as a beer can.  I
thought he was ripping me a new asshole.  I thought my
asshole would never be the same.

	When I was back home, I continued sucking the
cocks of my friends.  My local barber was about forty
years old.  He knew I made the varsity football team as
a fourteen-year-old Freshman and spent a lot of time
bunching an outdoor punching bag.  He installed a speed
bag in the back room where he had an old fridge and an
old arm cot.

	After my haircut it was closing-time and he invited
me to come into the back room and try out his speed
bag.  When we were in the back, I started punching the
speed bag.  It took a little time before I became
accustomed to the difference between an outdoor and
speed bag.  I worked up a sweat quickly.  The barber
was standing so close behind me that I could feel his
breath on the back of my neck.  He reached around me
and felt my pecks.  I got a boner instantly.  He brushed
his hand over the bulge and commented I see you like
me and started unbuttoning my jeans.  He pulled the
underwear down and took hold of my dick and
masturbated me.  When I squirted cum into his hand
and he licked the palm of his hand.

	He offered me a cold beer and invited me to take
my shirt off to cool down.  I sat on the couch while he
got two cans of beer.  He even helped me take off my
shirt.  She set about sucking my nipples while he
started masturbating me again.  When I got another
hard-on, he stood up and dropped his pants and
underwear.  Manual was a brown-skinned man with a lot
of straight coarse pubic hair and an uncut cock that was
almost black.  His foreskin was thick and dangled a half-
inch past the head.  There was no problem with the
loose skin interfering with the knob.  At least he
skinned it back regularly to clean the knob.

	He knelt on the couch facing the wall.  He was
presenting me with his brown asshole.  It was ringed
with the same kind of hairs.  I didn't have to be told
what he wanted, so I simply licked his asshole to get it
wet before I took hold of his hips and drove my dick up
his ass.  When I finished, he kissed me and assured me
that I could drop by at closing time.

	I'm not sure what set my mother off when I got
home.  She packed a bag took the old Oldsmobile and
drove over the mountains to visit her older sister.  Dad
was driving the truck by that time.  With her gone, I
would have the house to myself a lot.  I assumed Dad
would be lonely with mother away, so I got out of my
bed and went into Dad's room.

	Dad was sitting up in bed reading a paperback-
bock book. I had no idea what he was reading.  Dad and
I slept in cotton pajamas at the time.  I got into the
bed on my mother's side.  I lay there next to my Dad
and started reading the cover of the book, "Teenaged
Hobo Gets Rapped."  I had no idea he read books like
that.

	Dad left the bedside light on and placed the book
on the nightstand.  Then he reached over and pulled my
dick out of my pajamas and started masturbating me.
He even took hold f my wrist and placed my hand on his
cock and I started masturbating him as well.  After a
short time, Dad placed his leaf hand on the back of my
next and pulled me over towards his crotch.  I knew
what he wanted and willingly leaned over his body and
took his cock into my mouth.  While I sucked his cock,
Daddy slipped his hand down the back of my pajamas
and ran his finger up and down my crack.  He eventually
stuck his finger in my asshole and fingered me in time
with my sucking.  When he came in my mouth, I
swallowed it and we kissed.  We lay there with my chin
resting on his chest while Daddy told me about his own
life.

	Dad told me about how much he looked like a girl
as a child.  In his youth boys were often dressed in
skirts like girls and with his blond pageboy h really did
look like a girl.  As a friend of his father was very close
to the family and one day he was left to look after him.
The man sat him on his lap and started kissing him and
put his hand up under the skirt and pulled the panties
aside to play with his dick.  After he sucked the an off,
he told his childhood friend about it and they started
masturbating each other and sucking dicks.  He told me
that he always has friends that shave his taste for gay
sex.

	When I asked him why he married my mother, he
told me that he wanted to have a son and wanted one
that would be a big hulking man.  He added that he
never interfered with my mother's disciplining me for
masturbating because he didn't want me to know that he
was gay.

	"Mom thinks to fuck other women."

	"I do occasionally, but more often than not I'm
picking up good looking young men when I'm on the road.
Your Uncle Roy told me about him and Gordo fucking you
and John."

	"That was a couple of years ago."

	"I know, but until tonight I never dreamed, I
would be fucking my own son."

	I smiled, "Strictly speaking you still haven't
fucked me."

	Dad laughed, "We will take care of that right now!"

	He sat up and made me get on my knees with my
head on the pillow and got behind me and took hold of
my hips as he mounted me doggie style.  I grunted with
every thrust but was thrilled to feel my Daddy's cock in
my ass.  It felt like a long time but I'm sure Dad came in
my ass quickly.  When he pulled out, he used tissues to
wipe my asshole.  A short time later Dad asked me if I
wanted to fuck him.  I jumped at the chance.

	Daddy lay on his back and hen I got between his
legs h rested his heels on my shoulders.  That elevated
his butt enough to alien his asshole with my cock.  I
thrust forward and my cock slid into his ass smoothly.
While I clung to his thighs and fucked him, he took hold
of his cock and jacked off until he squirted cum all over
his smooth hairless belly.  I pulled out and squired my
own cum on his belly.  I lay on top of him and rubbed my
belly against his.  The cum was slippery at first but
became sticky and we kissed.  Dad spooned me with hid
limp cock resting between my butt crack.

	In the morning Daddy got up first to take a leak,
brush his teeth and shave.  His hair was crew curt.
When h came bath through the bedroom he didn't
bother getting dressed as he headed to the kitchen to
prepare breakfast.

	When I smelled beckon and toast, I got up and did
my thing in the bathroom before joining Daddy in the
kitchen.  We sat at the breakfast table eating and Dad
asked, "What would you like to do today?"

	I gave him a wicked smile, "Go back to bed."

	As soon as we washed the dishes we went back to
bed and we spent the day drinking beer and fucking
each other.

	Mom didn't come home for a week.  The house was
clean and there was no evidence that we had been
fucking every day of her absence.

	Dad and I have very little opportunity to have sex
with Mom around, besides I was in the football session.
The following summer I joined him in the cab of the
truck.  I spent a lot of time jacking him off while he
drove.  When we had to rest, we were in the sleeper.  It
was a small bunk but that was okay because one or the
other was on top.

	I founded out that the dispatcher was a slandered
ex-sailor that Dad was fucking.  When I would visit the
yard the three of us had fun.  I particularly enjoyed
being spited.  Dad's cock in my mouth and Jack's 6-inch
cock up my ass.

	I joined the Navy back when being caught with a
cock in your mouth got you a Bad Conduct Discharge, so
I never fooled around aboard ship with anyone.  I did
occasionally hitchhike home on leave.  If I was picked up
by someone that flirted with me, I was willing to engage
in oral or anal sex with them.

	One cold winter night I took the bus to LA and
was walking east on 8th street towards Alameda.  At the
corner, a red MGA with the top up pulled over to the
curb and the guy asked me if I needed a lift.  I
accepted and got in and placed my duffle bag on the
floor between my legs.  The guy asked me where I was
going and I told him South Gate.  He said that's on my
way to Long Beach.  He pulled back on the road south.
As soon as he had shifted into fourth gear, he placed
his hand on my thigh and asked, "Are you in a hurry to
get there?"

	"I was just going home to do my laundry."

	"Would you like to join me for a drink at my
apartment?"

	I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch
and said, "I'm ready to go anyplace with you."

	The man drove us to his place in long Beach with
his had on my crotch when it wasn't shifting gears.

	He parked in an underground parking lot and when
we got out, I got a good look at him.  He was at last six-
foot-two and wearing a nice business suit.  We took the
elevator to the top floor.

	As soon as we were behind the door the man took
me in his arms and kissed me.  He asked is it true that
our bell-bottoms have thirteen button flaps?"

	"Thirteen visible buttons."  With that, I placed my
thumbs on the corner of the flap and pushed.  All of the
buttons popped open.  The top of the pants was held to
gather by two buttons.  The center of the flap was held
up by one of the two.  As the flap folded down like a
bib, my white regulation briefs were visible.  The fly
was partly open and the man could see my strawberry
colored pubic hair sticking out.  My host went to his
knees and pulled my cock out of my shorts and started
sucking my cock.

	While he was sucking my cock, I reached up and
took hold of the color of the jumper and pulled it over
my head and turned it inside out and folded it carefully.
Then I unbuttoned the two buttons on the pants.  The
bell bottoms fell to the floor with a little effort and
after the two snaps were pulled the shorts fell too.
After I came in his mouth, I removed my pants and
turned them inside out and folded them carefully and
placed my uniform on top of the duffle bag.  I had to sit
down to remove my shoes and socks.  My host admired
my body before he asked would you like to use the
bathroom?

	I did need to take a leek. I followed his directions
to the bathroom.  While I stood there relieving myself,
I couldn't help seeing the drawing mounted over the
toilet.  It was an ink drawing of a hulking hairy man
wearing a leather Garson cap, and only black leather
chaps.   There was a boy on his knees in front of him.
There were school books beside the youth and he was
clinging to the man's legs with about half of a long cock
filling his mouth.  While I was admiring the artwork, my
host came in and told me he needed to pee too.  He was
totally naked.

	I stepped back to allow him to use the toilet.  I
also stood behind him and reached around to take hold
of his cock while he peed.  As the force of the flow
diminished, I took my left hand and placed it on his
butt.  I ran my finger up and down his sweaty crack and
stuck my finger up his ass.

	I spent the weekend with him.  Between fucking
each other d eating I used his washing machine, dryer,
and ironing board to do my laundry.  He was kind enough
to drive me to the bus station.

	Upon my discharge, I got a job with the State.  It
was a good job with great benefit.  The next thing to do
was get marries and breed my own boys.


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