Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 16:27:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bringing Back Memories (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/MM...)

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Gay/incest, oral, anal b/MM...

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
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                 Bringing Back Memories
                         By
                        Wolf

	I happen to like men my age or older.  When I was a
boy I was attracted to older men.  My father was 40 when I
was born and I was always very attracted to him.  I guess
that's as good a way as any to lead into this story.

	I met a man on the internet that knew my name.  He
claimed to be a friend of my Dad's.  I didn't remember him
though.  To prove his point he sent me a copy of an old black
and white photograph of my father with another man
standing to his right.  There was no mistaking that it was my
father standing there in a wool Army sweater and a tight
fitting bathing suit.  They had their arms around each other
with big smiles on their faces.  I recognized the photo
instantly, because that picture had been in my Daddy's old
photograph album for years.

	He even had a picture of the two of them on either side
of me and we were all naked with our cocks in hand.  I
couldn't have been more than four or five.

	As far as I know I never did anything blatantly sexual
with my dad, but after my father's death I had reoccurring
memories that making me feel a sexual desire for him.  I
remembered all of the times that Daddy would say, "Dave'O
would you give me a back rub?"

	My name is David, but he always called me Dave'O.

	We lived in a rural part of Oklahoma.  He would lay on
the floor on his tummy and I would rub his back.  I was just a
little tyke and never as big as boys my age.  I'm sure I wasn't
strong enough to give him a good rubdown, but he loved
having me rub his back.

	One time when we were alone in the house, he called
me into his bedroom to give him a backrub.  When I entered
the room he was nude under a sheet, and I climbed right up
and straddled his back.  I was wearing nothing other than my
little boy shorts.  He had me use Ben Gay to add a little heat.
I rubbed his back for a while, before working down to his
buttocks.  I pretended that it thought that was a natural part
of a backrub to massage his butt, so I pulled the sheet down
to expose his butt.  I eventually moved down to where I was
straddling his legs, so that I could massage his furry cheeks
thoroughly.

	All the time he was telling me what a good job I was
doing.

	I look down and saw his cock and balls sticking out
from under his body with his legs spread.  I must have rubbed
pretty close to the balls with my Ben Gay covered hands,
because Daddy winced, and he said, "Don't get that on my
balls or it will burn like fire."

	I could see his dick had gotten thicker and a little
longer, when I looked down.  That was when he said, "That's
enough!" and pulled the sheet back up over his body.

	He told me that the massage was great and I should do
that for a living when I grow up. That is about as far as it
always went as far as I can remember, but I have always had
the feeling it went farther.   I just blocked it from my memory.

	In my dreams at night I have flashbacks of a lot more
sexual stuff.

	When the man contacted me on the computer it
brought back even more vivid memories of other sexual stuff.

	When he talked about times the three of us had spent
together when I was a boy, it brought back memories of the
smell, taste and feel of their cocks.  I was instantly, incredibly,
turned on, and pressed him for more information.

	He suggested that we meet, and he promised to tell me
all about my childhood.  I couldn't resist meeting this man.
He gave me his address, and we agreed to get together the
next evening.  I figured that he had to be close to my father
age if they were in the Army together.  He must be close to
94 years old.

	So I drove my 30-year-old ass to his home.  When he
invited me into his modest home, I was struck by the familiar
odor of Ben Gay.  The two of us sat on his old worn couch to
talk.  He asked me if I remembered playing with him and my
dad.

	I had to tell him that I didn't even remember him, until
I saw the picture of the three of us naked.

	He told me stories about the three of us getting
together naked and how I used to jack them both off, and
swallow their cum.  He told me that I was just a boy the first
time my father stuck his cock into my ass.  He described how I
pleaded with him to pull it out.

	While he was talking my asshole tingled with the
memory of the pain the first time I was fucked.  I started
remembering the smell of their cocks.

	He talked about how we would all get naked together,
and invited other men over for me to have sex with.  That
brought back a flood of memories about all the different men
I had sucked off and been fucked by.

	I wondered why I had forgotten about those memories.
I became all too clear when the man told me that my mother
found out what was going on and took me to see a therapist.
It took years for him to block my memories of the sex with
my father.

	There was nothing he could do about my desire for the
company of older men.  In my teens I sought out men in their
twenties.  With the passage of every decade I sought out men
a decade or two older.  Talking to Daddy's army buddy made
it all too clear why I preferred sex with older men.


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