Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 17:34:48 -0700
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Turned Me Out (gay/incest oral, anal, M/MM)
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Daddy Turned Me Out
By
Wolf
My family migrated from Oklahoma in the thirties
when western Oklahoma turned into a dust bowl. My father
was part Dutch and English, as such he was born with
platinum blond hair. He was known as Whitie all of his life.
He had been drafted into the Army during the Korean War.
He married a redhead that's family had been from southern
Oklahoma, after the war. They settled down to make a life
together.
Dad became a truck driver, and eventually bought his
own Peterbilt semi. The company he leased his truck to
delivered products from San Francisco to San Diego. He
spent very little time at home. My mother went to work
when I was old enough to take care of myself.
It is worth noting that my father was about five-feet
eight and his weight remained between 155 and 145 pounds.
Any time he approached the upper limit he would stop
drinking beer until he got his weight down. My mother was a
large woman, five-foot seven, and her weight went from 160
when she was married to 200 pounds. I was born about
three years after they married. They named me after
grandfather, Herbert, but everyone called me Herby.
I have to say that I grew up to have blond hair like my
father, but I favored my mother's side of the family. I had
freckles, and grew up to be six-foot tall and was large enough
to play tackle football. I even played college football for a
couple of years. My weight got up to 240 pounds while
playing college ball, but when I dropped out and joined the
navy it dropped down to 206 pounds.
I think I was pretty normal, growing up, I learned a little
about sex from older boys by mutual masturbation and some
cock sucking. Other than that I didn't indulge in sex, other
than masturbation.
In the Navy the prospect of a bad conduct discharge
prevented me from indulging in gay sex with any shipmates,
but there were a few times that I would allow civilians to pick
me up.
There was the time I took the bus up to Balbo Park to
see the San Diego Zoo. While standing in the line a man
flirted with me. He told me how much he appreciated my
service. He paid my way in and bought me lunch. While we
were walking around the Zoo he led me to a secluded spot,
away from prying eyes, and he felt me up and kissed me. He
suggested that I come home with him. That led to a mutual
cock sucking evening.
Another time I was hitch hiking to my parent's home, in
South Gate, a suburb of Los Angles, Ca. A man driving a
station wagon stopped to give me a lift. He was obviously
married with children, because there was an infant car seat in
back and toys back there. As soon as the car was moving he
played with my leg. He took me to a secluded spot on top of
Tory Tines and got very excited opening the 13 button flap to
give me a blowjob.
While I was overseas my parents got divorced. Mother
moved back to Oklahoma to live with her sister. Dad
remained in the house because it was close to the trucking
yard. The truck yard was near the Los Angeles River. It was
an industrial neighborhood. There were very few private
residences scattered among truck yards and manufacturing
buildings.
When my enlistment ended I returned home and got a
job at the Texaco Oil Refinery. I settled in with my father.
Working in the administration office it was a boring job, at
least I had weekends off. That's more than you can say about
the refinery workers.
My father suggested one time that I might enjoy
spending an evening out with a young man he met that lived
next to the truck yard, because he was my age.
There was an old house next to the yard occupied by
the young guy. His name was James. The house had been
built near the turn of the 20th century. It had belonged to the
James' grandparents. When they passed away he inherited
the house.
On one of those occasions when I would didn't have
pervious plans Dad dropped me off early Friday evening, and
he introduced me to James. Dad was taking a load to San
Francisco and by the time he picked up a return load he
would not be back until Monday some time.
James was a good looking young guy, and seemed to
be friendly. James did the driving as we started hitting the
bars in the south bay area. We kind of followed the old
Pacific Coast Highway from Manhattan Beach south to Long
Beach until we reached Alameda Blvd. Then we headed
north back towards South Gate. We only had a beer or two in
each bar. As we got close to South Gate we stopped at a bar
that obviously catered to truckers and bikers. There were
truck rigs parked in a vacant lot across the street and there
were Harley's lined up in front of the bar.
When we entered and found a booth, it was obviously
to me that it was a gay bar. There were truckers dressed in
Stetsons or baseball caps, tight jeans, silver belt buckles, and
cowboy boots. The rest of the patrons were in black leather
chaps, jackets, and sporting leather Garson caps, or peanut
helmets. The men were dancing with each other. Several
couples were kissing. James leaned over and kissed me on
the mouth for the first time. I got a boner, and was drunk
enough to return the kiss. James suggested that it was time
to go home.
The house must have been furnished by his
grandmother, because everything looked like it was out of
the thirties. James led me to the master bedroom and turned
on a single light bulb that flooded the room in a soft red glow.
We started undressing each other before we went to bed.
We lay next to each other and masturbated each other while
we kissed. James leaned over and sucked my cock until I fed
him a load of cum. It was my turn to roll him onto his back
and hover over him, while I sucked him off.
We were both drunk and tired, so I rolled over onto my
side and drifted off to sleep. James cuddled up against my
backside and rested his hand on my hip, as he drifted off to
sleep as well.
Sometime during the early morning hours I woke up,
and it was because James' hand was resting on my cock. He
started jerking me off. When he knew I was awake, I felt his
cock pressing against my ass.
I had never had anal sex with anyone before, and told
him so. James reached for his nightstand and retrieved a tub
of KY and greased up his cock, and used a finger to lubricate
my asshole. I wasn't sure I wanted to try that, but James
eased his cock into my asshole. I was surprised that it did go
in easier than I thought it would. James held my hip while he
fucked my ass. The only tips that he had cum was his
breathing and the slippery coolness on my ass as his cum
leaked down the cheek of my ass.
The sex had awoken my cock, so I turned over to face
James, and placed my hand on his hip, as I rolled him over. I
was about to lubricate my cock, when James assured me that
it wasn.t necessary. I guided my cock between the cheeks of
his butt. My cock went in smoothly enough. I slowly started
fucking him. It took a long time before I had an orgasm.
When I disengaged, we both fell asleep again.
When the sun heated up the room in the morning, my
head was throbbing. One smell of Jams breath was enough
to tell me that mine must smell like shit. I made my way to
the bathroom and relieved my bladder before brushing my
teeth with his toothbrush.
James came in, walking very gingerly. He pissed in the
bowl and brushed his teeth too. We drank a couple of glasses
of water before we even talked about what to do. We
needed to eat, but were in no shape to cook, so we got
dressed and drove to a local Denny's for a Grand Slam
breakfast.
When we returned to his home we lounged around and
even drank another beer to get rid of the throbbing heads.
When we had gotten dressed for breakfast we had both gone
commando. So, it was easy to get undressed again. This time
when we went to his bedroom I noticed for the first time that
all of the framed pictures on the walls and on the dresser
were of men. Some of them were completely naked. It came
as a surprise to see an 8 by 1-inch photograph of my father
standing with his arm around the shoulders of the Truck
company dispatcher. They were both naked and each hand a
hand grasping each other's cock.
I had never suspected that my father was gay before.
Now I realized why my father spent so much time socializing
with his buddies. My mind was overwhelmed with fantasies
about my father having sex with a variety of men he knew
and myself. That was enough to give me a permanent hard-
on.
James and I spent the weekend fucking and sucking.
While we rested we watched porn videos. Watching
handsome men fucking each other and sucking cocks was
enough to stimulate the old libido.
Late Sunday night we agreed to have one more round
of sex before he would drive me home. I wanted to get a
good night's sleep before going to work. James wanted to
fuck me one more time, so I prostrated myself over the arm
of his couch. He took hold of my hips and rammed his cock
up my ass roughly. He fucked me hard and fast. By that time
I was used to being fucked by him, and loved it. His cock
rubbed against my prostrate, so that I had an orgasm without
anyone touching my cock. I actually squirted cum all over
arm of the couch, before James deposited his cum in my ass,
but as that happened the front door opened..
When we turned our heads to see who had walked in
on us, I was stunned to see my father standing there. There
was nothing I could do, James was still holding me tightly by
my hips, and his cock was buried bells deep into my ass. I
was almost ready to cry from embarrassment. What could I
say? I lay there waiting for all hell to break loose.
Dad approached the couch slowly, and to my surprise
he placed his hand on James' butt and kissed him on the
mouth. He said, "I can't thank you enough for bringing my
boy out! How is he?"
James said, "Herby, turned out to be no stranger to
cock sucking, but he was a virgin when it came to anal sex,
but he is now a full-fledged bottom bitch now!"
Dad said, "That looks kind of obvious!"
James took a couple of more quick thrusts and shot his
load into my ass. When he pulled his cock out Dad used a
wad of tissues to wipe off the cum dripping out of my
asshole. There was a lot of hugging and kissing before I got
dressed, and Dad took me home.
It was late and we both had to get up early to report to
work, but Dad insisted that from now on I sleep in his bed
with him. We took off our clothes and got in bed. We
hugged and kissed for a while, before I turned my back to
him, so that I could get some sleep, but that was not going to
happen. Dad had me bend and raise my right leg, to give him
better access to my asshole.
Dad spooned me and guided his cock towards my
asshole. My asshole was sore from two days of almost non-
stop fucking, but I didn't resist or complain. Daddy simply
rocked back and forth as his cock slid in and out of my ass
until he deposited his seed in my ass. We fell asleep in that
position.
When the alarm went off, we slowly became aware of
our surroundings and realized what had happened last night.
His limp cock was resting on the left cheek of my ass. I turned
over to face my father and kissed him. I assured him that I
was thrilled to find out that he liked male sex too!
We had to get up and get ready for work. We were
talking so much that we were running late. We didn't have
time to make breakfast. Dad drove his truck to the yard, and
I drove my little VW to the refinery. There are always roach
trucks in front of the main gate, when the shifts are changing,
so I bought a sweet roll and as sandwich as I made my way to
the office. I didn't need to buy coffee, because there was
always coffee brewing in the office. I ate the sandwich and
roll with my coffee at my desk. The day was as boring as
usual, but I was thinking about my throbbing asshole. I was
looking forward to getting home. I knew that Dad would not
be home until late Tuesday.
As far back as I could remember he had spent his
Wednesday's playing cards with his friends. I knew the men
he played cards with: One member of the foursome was the
trucking company dispatcher, another was his best friend
Oscar, and the fourth was a plant manager of one of the local
manufacturing plants that the trucking company did business
with. I had never suspected they did anything more that
drink beer and play cards on those occasions. I was to learn
what went on there when Dad invited me to join them, but
that Monday I was free to do whatever I wanted.
I didn't want to do anything with James, but I couldn't
get that gay bar on Alameda Blvd. out of my mind. I drove
down there to have a beer on my own. I chose to sit at the
bar, so I could check out the crowd in the mirror behind the
bar. I wasn't that attracted to the bikers, but the truck
drivers appealed to me. I was nursing my second beer when
a tall slender man with a bit of a pot, and dressed like a
trucker approached me. He was wearing a western shirts
with pearl snap buttons, Wrangler jeans, with a large silver
buckle, with a large lone start and the word Texas over it,
cowboy boots, and sporting a baseball cap with the word
'Peterbilt' over a picture of the big square grill of a truck.
There was no doubt what he was.
He asked me if I was waiting for anyone, and I assured
him I was on my own tonight. He straddled the bar stool next
to me and offered to buy me a beer. I accepted and he
ordered two tab beers. He told me that his name was Roy,
and I told him my name was Herbert, but called Herby! Roy
placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. When I
didn't object, he asked me for a dance.
On the dance floor he held me close and placed both
hand on the cheeks of my ass. There was just something
about his manly body odor that turned me on. I suspected
that he hadn't showered in at least a week. I couldn't resist
telling him an old joke that I was sure he would know.
I told him, "The State Troopers pulled into a rest area
on the Interstate Highway and found a man trapped under
the hood of his car, with his pants down around his ankles
and cum dripping out of his asshole. After they freed the
man they asked him what had happened?" The man said, "I
managed to limp my car into the rest area, and was checking
under the hood when the hood fell, trapping me as you had
found .me, but earlier a truck pulled in to the rest area, and I
asked the driver to help me, but the man pulled my pants
down and raped me!" The Troopers asked, "Can you describe
the trucker that rapped you?" I said, "I never saw him, but I
know he was a Texan!" The troopers asked, "If you never saw
him, how do you know he was a Texan?" I said, "I know he
was a Texan, because I felt his large belt buckle and his cock
was a short horn that I could hardly feel in my ass!"
Roy chuckled at my joke, and he took hold of my wrist
and placed my hand on the bulge in his Wranglers. I could
feel a long bulge resting between the crease between the
trunk of his body and his left leg. There was no doubt that he
was well hung. He asked, "Would you like to see my truck?
I kissed him on the cheek and allowed him to escort me
across the Street to that large empty lot where there were
several large rigs parked. He led me towards a large green
Peterbilt rig with a large sleeper cab, hooked up to a long
trailer. He opened the rig from the passenger side and
helped me up into the cab. We passed between the seats
into the sleeper. It was surprisingly spacious inside. There
was just about everything needed. There was a wash closet
with a door tight enough to keep the smell out of the cab, a
bed with storage underneath. There was even a pretty large
LED-TV on the wall at the foot of the bed, and it was air-
conditioned. We sat on his bed and we hugged and kissed
each other. In short order we struggled to remove each
other's clothes. I suspected the Roy was near fifty years old,
because he was physically fit, but his body was covered with
dark hair. When we got all of our clothes off I was duly
impressed with his package. His hairy balls hung down
between his legs resting on the edge of the bunk, and his
cock must have measured at least eight inches and it lay
limply on his left leg. I couldn't resist taking it in hand and
milking it until he had an erection sticking straight up. Roy
was also inspecting my equipment.
He expressed his pleasure with my cock, because he
liked un-cut cocks. My balls were also large, because the
years of playing football, I had been kicked in the ball enough
time that I had a hydro-cell, or water filling the sack. I swear
my balls were a large as a soft ball. He bent down and took
my balls in his mouth and sucked on them. It was funny
watching him sucking on my balls with my cock poking him in
the eye now and then. When he took my cock into his mouth
he started tickling my asshole with his finger tip.
He slowly laid me face down on the bunk in
preparation of breeding me. He even had a tube of lubricant
in a drawer under the bunk that he used to lubricate my
asshole in preparation for fucking my ass. When he spread
my legs and knelt between them he laid on my back as he
guided his cock into my hole. He tongued my left ear while
fucking me. I enjoyed his efforts so much that I even gave
him a card with my phone number on it. I told him to give me
a call anytime his was in town.
When Dad got home and had a couple of days off, he
asked me if I wanted to join him for a card game that evening.
The idea of watching a bunch of old men playing cards was
not that exciting for me, but I decided what the hell.
That evening we drove over to the home of Keith, the
dispatcher. The plant manager was already there, and they
introduced me to him. Without warning he took me in his
arms and kissed me on the mouth. I was stunned into
inaction, and he actually felt my crotch. I couldn't help it, I
got a boner instantly. We were interrupted by the doorbell
ringing. It was Oscar, my father's best friend.
The minute Oscar saw me he was very excited, "Whitie,
you finally brought out Danny!"
Dad chuckled, "I got the young man living next to the
yard to seduce him for me. After I was sure Danny was into
sex with men I bedded him. I don't think he has gone to bed
since without a cock in his ass!"
Everyone laughed.
I had expected to see a card table set up for a car
game, but there was no indication that they planned to play
cards at all. The bar was well stocked. The guys were all
drinking beer though. It was Oscar that approached me first.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth.
Before I knew it he had his hand down the front of my pants.
I closed my eyes, and enjoyed having him play with my cock.
Then I felt the presence on another body. When I opened my
eyes the man that was the plant manager was pressing his
body against mine.
The man had removed his shirt and I felt his hairy chest
pressing against my body. Ass I looked around the room all of
the men were removing their clothes. They also removed my
clothes, before Daddy and Oscar led me into the bathroom.
It was crowded with three of us in the room. I watched as
Daddy prepared an enema bottle, and Oscar knelt on the
floor with his ass in the air. Daddy inserted the nozzle and
released the clamp. Oscars cock was jerking as his bowel
filled with water. He was barely able to sit on the toilet
before there was a loud splash. The room was filled with the
stink of his shit. When Daddy had cleaned up Oscar's ass,
they changed places. This time Daddy got the enema, and
Oscar cleaned his ass when he was finished shitting. After
flushing the toilet for the second time, Daddy said, "Danny,
now it is your turn to be cleaned out.
I wasn't sure I wanted to get an enema, but Oscar and
Dad forced me to assume the passion on the cold tiled floor
while Daddy stuffed the nozzle into my ass, and released the
clamp. I felt the cool water filling my ass with water, and the
pressure pressing against my bladder. When Daddy pulled
the nozzle out of my ass I could hardly hold the water in until
I could sit down on the toilet. The water splashed up and got
my butt wet. I could smell the stink of my own shit. Daddy
cleaned my ass, and they escorted me back to the living
room. The other two men went to the bathroom to give each
other enemas.
It was strange to be the center of attention in my
father's presence. Oscar helped me lay on top of the sturdy
coffee table, and mounted me for a mutual cock sucking fest.
Daddy was in position behind me and inserted his cock in my
ass. While they were using me, the other two men returned
and stood on either side of me. They jacking themselves off,
until I took hold of both of their cocks and continued jacking
them off.
I understood why they wanted everyone to have an
enema. It was easier to stick cocks in assholes. That evening
I was fucked by four men, and got to fuck four men too.
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