Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 00:23:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Caught Me (gay/incest, oral, anal, m/M)

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Incest, oral anal, m/M

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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 content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
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                         Daddy Caught Me
                               By
                              Wolf

	When I was a 12-year-old, sixth grader, I would get home from
school shortly after 2 pm.  Several days a week the house would be
empty, because my mother was a volunteer at the hospital.  Having the
house to myself for a three or four hours made it possible for me to
spend the time drooling over a Playgirl magazine I kept hidden under
my bed.  On such occasions I would lay on top of my bed masturbating
furiously while studying every erotic pictures of the centerfold picture
of the male models.  I was fully aware that I had a strong attraction to
adult males.  One afternoon I was doing just that when I heard the
backdoor open.

	That was unusual since my Father normally worked much later.
He normally didn't get home until early evening, but I heard his heavy
footsteps as he headed directly to the master bedroom.  The house was
very quiet, so he must have assumed that there was no one home.  He
knew the days Mother volunteered at the hospital, and I often visited
classmates on those days.  I quickly pulled up my pants and fastened
them, fearing he would enter my room.

	A few minutes later I heard the shower running in the master
bathroom.  I had never really thought of my Father as a sexual object
before, even thought my Father was objectively an attractive man.  He
was forty-something at the time, with salt and pepper hair that made
him look rather distinguished, rather slim and looked good in business
suits.  Having seen him undressed on occasions I was aware that he
didn't have hair on his chest, which may have been why I had not been
attracted to him all that much, because I liked hairy chested men like
Burt Reynolds.  When I heard the shower running my adolescent
hormones went wild, I couldn't resist the opportunity to seek a look at
him showering.

	Knowing that my window of opportunity would be short, I didn't
have much time to think about the ramifications of my actions, or worry
about getting caught.  All I was thinking about was seeing a naked man.
It was not long after I heard the shower door close that I crept down the
hall and into the master bedroom.  I approached the adjoining
bathroom door as quietly as possible.  The door to the bathroom was
open, and I thought it was safe to look through the door.  The shower
was a combination sunken tub and shower enclosed with textured glass
called rain dance.  The glass was fogged up with steam and dripping
water.  All I could see was a blurry flesh colored shape of my father
through the glass.  About all I could make out was that it was my father
and a rough idea when he was washing under his arms and his crotch.
He was obviously facing the wall with the shower head with his back to
me.  When he turned around to face in my direction, I could make out a
hint of that dark patch of pubic hair and a hint of his cock.  It did appear
that he had a hard-on.

	I had a semi hard-on of my own before reaching the bedroom,
and was rock hard inside my tidy-whites as soon as I made out the
figure of my father.  I was shaking like leaf but was excited beyond
belief.  I knew what I was doing would be considered very nasty, but
that only made the thrill even more exciting.  (I guess fetishes develop
very early in life.)

	I had planned to just get a look and retreat to my own room to
jerk off while the water was still running, but my boner kept me staying
a little too long.  I was able to make out him pulling on his cock a couple
of good tugs, not exactly completely jacking off, but obviously giving it a
little extra attention.  I was hoping he would indeed wank-off in the
shower.  Suddenly he turned around, shut the water off, and pulled the
sliding door open.

	I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car.  I
tried to flee as stealthily as possible, but the fear also made me clumsy
and I grazed the door knob on the half open bedroom door as I exited,
making a noise that sounded like a gunshot to my ears.  I bolted down
the carpeted hall back to my bedroom, jumped onto the bed and
opened one of my school books.  I tried to control my heavy breathing
and appear as casual as possible.

	Shortly thereafter Father walked into my bedroom wearing only
a towel around his waist.  All I could think of to say, "Hi!" and tried to
ask without a quivering voice, "Dad what are you doing home so early?"

	He obviously wasn't in the mood for pretense, "What do you
think you were doing peeping at me in the shower?"

	I tried to protest my innocence, but he was hearing none of it.
"Even before you ran, I was able to see you moving around the
bedroom just outside the bathroom.  I figured it was you, and the fact
that you're the only one home confirms my suspicions."  Then he asked,
"Do you know what they call guys that like to see other guys naked?"

	I just sort of nervously shrugged my shoulders in response.

	He said in a deep base voice, "HOMOS, QUEERS, and FAGOTS!"
Without any hesitation, he told me, "Get up and take off your clothes
off.  Let's see how you like being stared at!"

	I was embarrassed by what seemed like a logical punishment at
the time.  It frightened the hell out of me!  (Not so much that he might
beat the carp out of me, but just the mortification of the situation.)  I
complied with his command without question.  After I pulled my T-shirt
up and over my head, I unzipped my Levi's corduroys, pushed them
down to my knees and stepped out of each leg.  I was standing in front
of him in just my briefs and my hands folded over my crotch.

	I was one of those boys just starting to develop.  My balls had
dropped and my cock was twice as large as it had been just a few
months ago.  There was the beginning of pubic hair appearing above my
cock and under my arms.  It would take a couple of years more before
my cock reached maximum size.  I was sporting a package with a six-
inch stiffy of hard boy meat.  It was a waste of time trying to hide my
boner, because it was pressing against the elastic of my briefs.

	Dad growled "Underwear too, and keep your arms at your
sides!"

	I knew if I didn't do as he demanded that he would pull them
down himself, so I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed
them down.  When the elastic cleared my dick it sprang up like a steel
spring.  They eventually fell to the floor around my ankles.

	Dad was still wearing the bath towel around his waist, but I
couldn't help notice the size of the bulge his cock was making.  I was
standing bare assed naked in front of him, and even though my cock
had a definite downward curve to it, it was obvious that I had plenty of
wood to play with.  He stood there in all of his 6'2" glory.  My cock
responded by coming to attention that father witnessed.  When he
reached out and took hold of my cock his towel fell to the floor.

	I stood there frozen in my tracks for a short time before I
worked up the nerve reach out and take hold of his 7-inch cut cock.
Nothing was said, but we jacked each other off until we were about to
cum.  It surprised me when Dad bent down, to kiss me on the lips, while
sticking his tongue into my mouth. When he placed his hand on top of
my head, I didn't resist as he forced me down to my knees.  My head
was parallel with his crotch.  I was fascinated with the size and smell of
my father's cock and balls.  He rubbed the head of his cock against my
lips.  There was no doubt what he wanted me to do, so I opened my
mouth and let him slide his cock into my mouth.  When I started
sucking, I took hold of his balls, and gently rolled them around between
my fingers.  Daddy fucked my mouth until he squirted cum into my
mouth.  I swallowed as fast as I could, but some cum leaked out around
the corners of my mouth.  Nothing was ever said about what had taken
place that day.

	It was several weeks later that mother had to work a graveyard
shift at the hospital.  I was sound asleep when my bedroom door
opened.  The sudden flood of light entering the room woke me up.  Dad
was standing there silhouetted by the light behind him.  Although I
couldn't see his face, it was obvious that he was naked, because
standing there I could see the silhouetted outline of his ball and the end
of his cock dangling between his legs.

	The prospect of getting to suck his cock again was thrilling.  My
heart was pounding.  I lay there watching him cross the floor to my
bedside.  I didn't bother trying to pretend to be asleep.  I wanted to see
what he was planning on doing.

	Dad didn't bother pulling my bedding down.  He simply
straddled my body, virtually pinning my arms to my side, as he sat on
my chest.  He held his cock between two finger, and  he slapped the
large head of his cock against my lips, until I opened my mouth.  When I
opened my mouth, he inserted his cock.  While hanging onto the
headboard of my bed, he fucked my mouth until he came.

	He eventually dismounted, and pulled the covers to expose me
body still in my pajamas.  He quickly unbuttoned the three big buttons
of the top and pulled the drawstring to the bottoms.  He didn't bother
completely undressing me.  He used his big hands to assuage my chest.
My nipples responded quickly, and that also gave me a hard-on.  He was
teasing me.  His hand rubbed my belly and slowly worked its way down
to my pubic bone.  His hand would brush against my cock.  My cock
would jerk with every touch.  I almost pissed in his mouth when he bent
down and took my cock into his mouth.  His head bobbed up and down
as he did his best to make me cum.

	Unfortunately I was still too young to cum.  I was still having dry
cums, but I had started producing pre-cum emissions, which he licked
off of the head of my dick.  He must have enjoyed the taste, because he
was sporting a fresh boner.

	He turned me over onto my belly, and mounted me again.  This
time he was straddling my ass.  I felt the head of his cock lined up with
the crack of my ass.  I knew what he was about to do, and was filled
with fear, but thrilled too.  I felt him shift his weight from his knees to
his hands as he positioned his body like he was going to do some
pushup.  Then I felt his cock pressing against my asshole.  I was about to
beg him not to do it, but before I could protest his cock entered my ass.
The next thing I felt was his full weight resting on my butt.  He fucked
me, and all I could do was grunt with every thrust.  When he came in my
ass, and pulled out it felt wonderful as the cool night air rushed into my
gapping bowel.

	My asshole throbbed for a couple of days.  When I recovered I
began to look forward to the next time he would find a way to fuck me
again.



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