Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 18:29:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Father and Son Exchanger Club 1 (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/b, b/MMM,m/MMM

Adult Youth, anal, oral, b/b, b/MMM

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               Father Son Exchange Club No. 1
                          By
                         Wolf

	I grew up knowing that there were issues between my
mother and father.  I was about 8-years-old when they
divorced each other.  Apparently my mother was seeing
another man.  When she left she sat me down to tell me
about the divorced, "Danny I think it would be in your best
interest if I lived with my father!"

	In truth she probably wanted to make a clean break, to
start over with her new husband.  I suspected that she didn't
want to have a reminder of my father around either.  She had
the mothering instincts of a black widow spider

	Dad and I got along just fine.  We did a lot of things
together.  He went out of his way to support me in everything
I wanted to do.  He helped coach my little league baseball
and soccer team.  He taught me how to fish as well.  I
worshipped him and wanted to spend as much time with him
as possible.  As I grew up I tried to emulate my father's every
action.

	Dad was well liked by all of his friends, but he had one
buddy that he was particularly close to.  His name was Chuck,
and had about the same build and sandy brown hair as my
dad.  Chuck was also a divorced man with a son, named Carl
about my age.  The two of us were close friends as well.  Like
so many buddies we were entering puberty as horny pre-
teens full of curiosity about sex.  When we were alone we
discussed sex constantly.  We had discovered how nice it felt
to play with our penises.  It was not long before we started
participating in some mutual masturbation with each other.
We thought we were hiding our sexual activity from our
fathers, but apparently they knew what we were doing all
along.

	When Carl and I were 12-years-old my father told me
that we were going to Chuck's home one evening.  That was
not uncommon, so I didn't suspect that there was anything
different about this evening.

	When we arrived at Chuck's house we talked about
what our days were like for a little while before Chuck told
me that he belonged to a club and asked me if I would like to
see some pictures taken at a club meeting.  I was curious
about what kind of club he was talking about.  Chuck picked
up a large photo album that was on the coffee table, handed
it to me.

	Chuck stood behind me, and placed his hands on my
shoulders, as I opened the cover of the photo album.  The
first page was entitled "Father Son Exchange Club" in old
English.  When I flipped the page there was a picture of a
bunch of men with boys standing in front of them with a
forest in the background.  The boys were mostly my age, but
some were almost adults.  I studied the picture for a moment
before I saw Chuck standing behind Carl.  There was nothing
particularly noteworthy about the picture.  It just looked like
a group of fathers and sons someplace in the wilderness.

	The next page was a lot different.  There was a picture
of Carl in the arms of another man.  They were hugging and
kissing each other.  As I went to another page, the two of
them were naked and playing with each other's dicks.  I spent
a lot of time studying the pictures of them playing with each
other.  While I was studying the pictures I felt Chuck's hands
slide from my shoulders to feel my chest.  As he bent down to
kiss me on the neck his hand roamed down to the crotch of
my pants.  I was already sporting a ridged boner.

	With each succeeding page the pictures got very
interesting.  There were pictures of Chuck and Carl with the
man and another youth.  The men were engaging in mutual
masturbation, blowjobs and eventually the boy's being
fucked in the ass.  While I was busy studying the pictures,
Chuck was busy opening my pants.  He pulled my cock and
balls out of my shorts.  He started jacking me off.

	I quickly looked over at my father and Carl, Dad was
kissing Carl very passionately, while he was taking off his
clothes.  I had always admired Carl's cock because it was at
least two inches longer than mine.  Dad eventually pulled his
own cock out of his pants and placed Carl's hand on his own
cock.  Carl started milking Dad's cock like he knew what he
was doing.

	Chuck unfastened his own pants with one hand,
because he was still paying with my dick with the other hand,
while kissing me on the neck.  Chuck and my dad started
taking our clothes off.  When the two of us were naked they
placed us on the couch next to each other, while the two of
them started taking their own clothes off.

	I was fascinated looking at the two of them.  I had seen
my father nude many times and was used to what he looked
like naked.  His chest was hairy with a trail of hair leasing to
his navel, and picking up again leading to a thick patch of
pubic hair surrounding a flaccid cock resting on his balls.  His
cock was circumcised like mine.  Chuck on the other hand had
a body that was hairless except for the pubic hair above his
cock.  I was duly impressed with his cock.  He was sporting a
thick cock about seven inches long with a foreskin that almost
cover the head of his cock.  I couldn't take my eyes off his
cock.  He was standing right in front of me so close that I
could smell his crotch.  His cock was jerking up and down
without him even touching it.  The impulse to take it in my
mouth was overwhelming.

	I reached out and took hold of his cock and leaned
forward with an open mouth.  When I took the head in my
mouth I tried to slip my tongue under the foreskin but there
was a lot of resistance.  I pulled the lose skin back enough
that I could taste the bitter headcheese.

	Chuck started face fucking me.  Looking to my left
without moving my head I saw Dad face fucking Carl too.
Chuck stopped me sucking him short of making him cum,
because he wanted to breed me like the slut I was.

	He picked me up and placed me on my knees on the
cushion facing the wall.  I folded my arms on the back of
couch and rested my head on top of my arms.  I was fully
aware of what he wanted.  I felt him applying a generous
amount of a cold lubricant to my boy pussy with his finger
and added additional finger to stretch the opening.  It felt like
he managed to get at least three fingers in my ass.  There was
a pause while he applied lubricant to the head of his cock and
greased the shaft with his hand.  As he placed his hands on
my hips and approached me to bury his cock in my ass he
asked, "Danny you have to push or it is going to hurt even
more!"

	I did my best to push as the big head of his cock started
entering my hole, and it felt like he was sticking a hot rod of
steel up my ass.  I begged him to pull it out, but of course he
had no intention of stopping.  He placed a big hand over my
mouth and pulled me backwards as he drove his cock deep
into my ass.  When he started fucking me I felt his heavy balls
slapped against my own little balls.  Even though it hurt I had
a raging boner pressing against the back of the couch.  With
every thrust my dick was smashed against the leather
covered back of the couch.

	I looked over to plead with my eyes from my father to
intercede, but there would be no help from the quarter.  Dad
had Carl draped over the couch next to me and was driving
his cock into Carl's ass just as hard as Chuck was fucking me.
Carl was moaning in pain as much as I was.  There was
nothing to do but endure the pain.  The only way I would tell
that Chuck had cum in my ass was when he stopped
pounding my ass and froze for a short time.  When he pulled
his cock out of my ass I felt a cold breeze on my flaming
asshole and felt cum dripping down the middle of my balls to
fall to the floor.  A quick look to my left, and thee was my
father squirting cum all over Carl's back.

	We were allowed to sit on the couch and our fathers
stood in front of us with wet dripping cocks that were also
starting to go soft.  We clung to the hips of each other father
and took their cocks into our mouths and suck then clean.
Our reward was the gift of their second load of cum in our
mouths.

	When we recovered we were told that our fathers
were exchanging sons for the weekend.  Carl and Dad got
dressed and made their exit for our home.

	Chuck and I remained nude the whole weekend.  I
don't even remember how many time he fucked me.  All I
remember is that I began to grave his cock in my ass.  At night
when we went to bed he would spoon me and stick his cock
in my ass.  After he came in my boy pussy he would pull out
and place his cock between my legs.  I went to sleep clinging
to his cock.  It felt almost like I was clinging to my own cock.
Sunday afternoon Chuck and I got dressed and drove over to
my home.

	We were treated to a great dinner and there was the
formal exchange of sons.  That evening come bedtime Dad
and I shared his bed, and we continued to share his bed
whenever I was home.  On weekends I was to meet and be
exchanged for the weekend with other boys.  It was all very
exciting.  I spent weekends with a variety of different men.
Some were very effeminate and they mothered me.  They
sucked my dick and allowed me to fuck them as much as I
wanted.

	Other Dads were manly.  Some of them were as hairy
as bears and sported full beards.  They like to fuck boys hard.
A weekend with them and I would return home sore and in
need of rest before school on Mondays.

	One of the most interesting Father Son Exchange Club
gatherings was a Christmas party.  The party was held a hotel
friendly to gay parties.  There were thirty adult men and
about forty boys and teens there.  One of the fathers was the
perfect picture of Santa Clause.  I'm talking very chubby with
white hair and full beard.  He had blue eyes and rosy cheeks.

	In the dining hall there was a red velvet chair set up,
and the boys were encouraged to sit on his lap and pose for
pictures while telling him what we wanted for Christmas.
Only we were all naked, including Santa.  When we sat on his
lap he would stick a finger up our butts and play with our
dicks and balls, while we talked to him.

	When I sat on his lap I got turned on when I felt his
finger invading my asshole.  He took hold of my penis and
milked it gently.  I kissed him on the mouth and it even tasted
minty.  Rather than giving us Lollypops we were allowed to
kneel between his chubby legs and take his short fat cock in
our mouths and lick his balls that were the size of a soft ball.

	His teenaged son was distended to look just like his
father.  I got to party with him that weekend.  He was so
chubby that I could even fuck him in the navel.  Sucking his
cock was interesting because his belly was resting on top of
my head.  Sleeping with the two of them was like sleeping
between warm soft pillows.  My little penis could rest
between the father's butt cheeks without reaching his
asshole.  His son's cock was stuffed in my asshole though.

 	As a result of my introduction to the Father Son
exchange Club I became sensitive to boys and men that had
an eye for sex with boys.  There was a boy in my classroom
that I recognized as a pussy boy.  He was shy, but he was
always checking out the crotches of male students.

	There was one boy that I noticed on particular, named
Able.  He was on the small size for his age.  He tended to get
picked on by the bullies.  One day I witnessed a bully trip him
in the hall between classes, sending him sprawled on the
linoleum tiled floor.  I took Able by the hand and helped him
to his feet, and when the bully accused me of being a fagot
lover I slammed against the wall and picked him up by his
throat. I hissed in his face, "Apologize to Able now or I will
crush your thorax!"  That stunned bully started crying.  I
added, "Pick on someone your own size from now on or I will
finish what I just stated!"

	When I turned him lose he did apologize to Able, to the
applause of the students in the hall.

	The only think that saved me from getting into trouble
was that the only teacher in the hall was a male that had seen
what had instituted my attack on the guy.  I instantly became
the hero of all of the guys that had been the subjects of the
bully's abuse.

	Able became my shadow from that day on.  He invited
me to his home to play games on his X-Box.  His mother was
pleased that her son had found a friend.  While playing games
on his X-Box one day he placed his hand on the crotch of my
pants.  That ended the game.  We took out our dicks and
stated sucking each other's dick.

	When we reached junior high we were introduced to
organized team sports.  I excelled in all sports, baseball,
basketball, football, soccer, and track.  Our coach was a
young teacher fresh out of college.  He was no more than
twenty-four years old.  One afternoon when practice was
over I was limping because I had sprained my ankle.  The
coach offered to drive me home.  We were both still wearing
our soccer uniforms.  My school clothes were in my book bag.

	He was driving an old TR3 Triumph.  It was red with
chrome wire wheels and the top was up with side curtains on,
so it would almost be impossible for anyone to see inside his
car.  The thing had four on the floor with an electric overdrive
switch on the dash.  That allowed him to virtually shift
through seven gears.  As soon as he shifted gears he would
rest his hand on my thigh.

	I sprang a boner instantly, a fact that was not lost on
the coach.  He started brushing the palm of his hand on my
boner.  I in turn reached over and placed my hand right on his
crotch and grasped an impressive one through his sports
shorts.  He suggested that he would like to make a stop, but I
assured him that he should take me home.

	Dad was home by the time we arrived and I insisted
that he meet my father.  While I was making the
introductions and they were shaking hands I pulled down his
sports shorts and jock strap, and took hold of his very large
un-circumcised cock that had a lot of excess skin.  I pulled
back the skin to expose the head.

	Coach was embarrassed to have one of his students
playing with his cock right in front of a parent.  Dad simply
complemented him on such a nice looking cock.  Clothes
were shed and while the coach fucked my ass Dad fucked the
coach's ass.

	When I entered high school I had no problem finding
teachers, coaches and councilors that had a taste for boy
pussy.  Weekends were still reserved for the Father Son
Exchange Club.  There are times now when the boys are pre-
teens that I get to deflower for their fathers.  I have a taste
for young dicks and sweet young assholes.



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