Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2016 17:35:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sawdust and Sweat (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/bm, b/MMM

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Sawdust and Sweat
By
Wolf

	My family moved to southern California as a result of
the housing boom after World War II.  Dad was a journeyman
carpenter and my mother was a simple housewife, and I was
the only child.  Dad followed the housing developments.
They were replacing bean fields, walnut groves, orange
groves and lemon groves with cookie cutter housing
developments 150 units at a time.  Even when the boom
came to an end Dad managed to hook up with a crew that
managed to keep working by remodeling older home and
restoring old Victorian and Craftsmen homes.

	Weather permitting my father would work without a
shirt, so most of the year he had a golden tan above the
waist.  His legs would be as white as raw flesh of chicken legs.
He would sometimes stop on the way home for a couple of
beers.  Otherwise he would come home and sit on the front
parch to drink a couple of beers before dinner.  I worshiped
him and would sit next to him just to smell the sawdust and
sweat on his body.

	Mother was by-polar, so you never knew what kind of
mod she would be in.  She also worshiped daddy, but at times
she would rant and rave before driving the three hundred
miles to be with her older sister for a week or two at a time.

	I had no idea that my father was gay as a child.  Being
an only child and living in old houses wedged between
manufacturing buildings meant that I didn't have other
children to play with after school.

	From time to time during the summer vacations Dad
would come in contact with lonely boys close to my age.  He
would pack me a lunch and take me to work with him, and
introduced me to the boys.  We would spend the day playing
games, riding bikes or even swimming.  I believe I was eight
the summer a boy introduced me to masturbation and cock
sucking.

	We were playing in a river bed that only had a little
stream small enough to step across.  We were playing in the
water until we were soaking wet.  He suggested that we take
off our clothes and spread them on the brush on the riverbed
floor.  He must have been a couple of years older than me,
but I was always much bigger than my age.  When we were
naked I was fascinated by his cock.  I had never seen an un-
circumcised cock before.  The excess skin dangling past the
head of his cock looked like and empty hose.

	He started pulling back the skin to show me that he
had a knob not much different than mine.  He took hold of
my dick and started jacking me off.  He asked me to do the
same thing to him.  We were lying on the warm sand while
we masturbated each other.  Neither of us was old enough to
cum, but we enjoyed playing with each other.  He leaned over
and took my penis into his mouth and sucked on it.  He
straddled my head.  I was looking up at his cock, balls and
asshole as he lowered his cock to my mouth.  My Dad's
remodeling job laser for three weeks, during that time the
boy and I found many places to get naked and suck cock.

	Daddy would ask me if I had fun on the way home, but
never asked if we had sex with each other.  The boy had
cautioned not to speak about what we did, so I thought it was
a sexy secret the boy and I shared.

	The following spring Dad took me to work with him
during my Easter vacation and introduced me to another
youth.  This boy was a mature 13-year-old.  He started
molesting me as soon as we were in a secluded location.  He
was almost a man.  His cock was larger, his scrotum had
dropped and he sported a patch of pubic hair.  We jacked
each other off, sucked cocks for a while.  Then he produced a
jar of Vaseline and lubricated his cock and my asshole.  He
mounted me doggie style.  It hurt when he forced his cock
into my asshole, but I only moaned during my first encounter
with anal sex. I had to tell a story to my father about why was
walking straddle legged.  Dad seemed to accept my story
without question.

	Shortly after that encounter Mother threw one of her
fits and took the old Oldsmobile to her sisters.  That night
when it became bedtime I bathed and put on my pajamas as
usual, but rather that go to my own bedroom I went to the
master bedroom.

	Dad was lying on top of the bed reading a paperback.
He was only wearing clean boxer shorts.  I got into bed on the
side my mother used.  Dad had bathed and smelled of soap,
but he also had a manly odor too.  I was curious about what
he was reading.  When I asked him about what he was
reading he started reading it aloud.  It was a story about a
boy being fucked my and old man.  I was surprised that he
was reading a story about a youth having sex with an older
man.  It had never occurred to me that my father was into sex
with boys.  While he was reading he reached over and pulled
my penis out of my pajamas and started jacking me off.

	His boxer shorts were open and I could see the knob of
his cock peeking out along with a few sandy colored pubic
hairs.  I was emboldened by his action to reach over and pull
his cock out of his shorts and jack him off.

	When he finished reading the paperback I asked him,
"When you take me to work with you to meet other boys, did
you know that we were jacking off?"

	Dad smiled, "Of course I did.  I had played with them
before introducing you to them.  The first boy I introduced
you to told me all about what the two of you did.  I even
knew about the first time the teenager fuck you."

	Finding out that Daddy knew and approved of me
sucking cocks empowered me to lean over and take his cock
into my mouth.  It was thrilling to taste my father's cock.

	While I was sucking his cock I got on my knees, and Dad
was rubbing my butt with his strong hands.  He pulled down
the back of my pajama bottoms and felt the smooth flesh of
my ass.  My cock responded by jerking when I felt his fingers
slipping up and down the moist crack of my ass.  I almost
chocked when he stuck his finger into my asshole.  He was
finger fucking my ass while I was sucking his cock.  It was
exciting to taste my father's cum.  It was great to fall asleep in
my father's arms.  Every night for the rest of the week I would
bath and go to bed with Daddy naked.  We jacked off and
sucked cocks.

	In the past we knew mother didn't like to drive at
night, so if she didn't come home by sun down she wouldn't
arrived until the afternoon of the next day.  So that weekend
we were sure we were safe when the sun set.  Dad and I
bathed together in the tub, and went to bed together naked.
Daddy was in a horny mood and wanted to know if he could
breed me.  I didn't know what he was asking.  He had to make
it simpler for me, so he asked me if he could fuck me.  I had
an idea what he was asking because he had been finger
fucking my asshole every night the past week.  I was
apprehensive about the prospect, but I couldn't refuse my
father anything.

	When we were in bed Dad reached over to the
nightstand and pulled the drawer open and pulled out a
bottle of lubricant with the letters 'KY,' and greased up his
cock before lubricating my tight little asshole.  He picked up
my legs and placed my heels on his shoulder.  That elevated
my butt up so that my asshole was in-line with his cock.  He
slowly started pressing the head of his cock gain my asshole.
I took a deep breath and relaxed my asshole.  It hurt for a
moment while the head entered.  Once it was in the shaft slip
into my ass until his pubic hair was pressing against my butt.

	All he had to do was start pumping his hips back and
forth to fuck me.  With every thrust I let out a grunt.  When
he finished depositing cum in my ass he let his cock stay in
there until it went limp and just slipped out.  He told me how
sexy I looked with my asshole spread open and cum dripping
out on my ass.  I felt the liquid pool under my butt.  When
Dad rolled over onto his back I couldn't resist crouching over
his hips and sucking his cock clean.  My ass was sore the next
morning, so I soaked in a warn rub before getting dressed
before noon.

	Mother didn't come home that day, so we assumed we
were safe for another week.  My asshole felt better by that
evening, so we planned on Dad breeding me again.  The word
conquered up images of me being able to get pregnant with
my father's child.  I knew it was impossible but I did enjoy
dreaming about the possibility.

	Dad was fucking me every night and I was sucking his
cock clean afterwards the next week.  Come Friday night we
got a call from mother telling Dad she wanted a divorce.  She
pleaded with me to come live with her and her sister.  I
assured her that I had no intention of living with her.  She
bawled and pleaded with me, but I didn't relent.  Eventually
she gave up.

	From that day on I became Daddy's bitch.  I would
come home from school and do my homework, start diner
and clean the house.  When Dad would come home from
work I would greet him with a beer and a kiss.  We would
watch TV while playing with each other's cocks.  Dad would
breed me almost every night.  As I grew a little older Dad
insisted on me meeting other men and boys.  After discussing
it with me he brought home a friend of his, named Robert.

	I was impressed with him because he looked like a
men's fashion magazine model.  He was about six feet tall,
dark wavy hair, blue eyes, and his clothes fit him like it had
been tailored for him.

	When we were introduced, he hugged and kissed me.
It embarrassed me because I knew why Daddy had brought
him home, and obviously the man knew why he was there.
Dad told Robert that he was going to leave so that we could
get to know each other.  It was a surprise to me, and I was as
nervous as a dear caught in a car's headlights.  As soon as the
door closed behind Dad Robert led me to Dad's big recliner
and sat me on his lap.  He was tongue kissing me while
opening my pants.  He struggled to pull my pants and tidy
whites down to my knees.  Then he started playing with my
penis and balls.  I would feel hid cock getting hard and poking
my butt through his pants.  I wanted to find out what he
looked like naked.

	I struggled to free myself from his grasp and slipped to
the floor between his knees.  I started unbuckling his belt.
Robert interrupted me and stood up with me so close I could
smell his crotch, while he removed his sports coat, tie, and
shirt.  He was not wearing an undershirt.  I was impressed
with his physique.  He had some hair on his chest but his
pecks were squared off and firm.  His belly was flat with just a
trace of hair disappearing into his pants.  He used his toes to
take off his Shriner slippers before finishing un-zipping his
pants.  His pants came down with ease.  He was wearing sexy
silk red boxer short.  Like all boxer shorts fly was open
enough for me to see some of his cock and the dark shadow if
pubic hair.

	I was fascinated with his uncircumcised penis.  Looking
at the end of his cock was like looking at a big earth worm,
the way the foreskin covered the bulge of the knob of his
cock.  When Robert pulled the snaps on the shorts they fell to
the floor.  He stepped out of his clothes, and thrust his hips
foreword driving his cock into my mouth.  I clung to the backs
of his thighs while sucking his cock.

	He slowly sat back down in the hair, pulling me with
him, so that his cock remained in my mouth.  I was looking at
the thick patch of pubic hair trailing up to his navel.  There
were also hairs disappearing between his legs and into the
crack of his ass.  I was doing my best to suck him off, but he
interrupted me.  He lifted me up as he stood up again.  He
maneuvered his body behind me and he made me kneel
down again with my face resting here his butt had been.  I
could smell the unmistakable odor if his asshole on the
leather cushion.  Just smelling it gave me a hard-on.

	Robert straddled my butt and guided his cock to my
asshole.  He drove his cock into my ass without lubrication.  It
was like being fucked for the first time.  I was crying by the
time he finished fucking me.  He gathered me up and sat me
on his lap again while he sat back down.  He was kissing he
while playing with my cock when the door opened and Dad
entered with a boy that looked to be a little younger than me.

	At first I felt a little jealous seeing him with his hand
resting on the boys butt.  Robert introduced his nephew to
me, while Dad undressed the youth.  When the boy was
naked they had the boy lay on the carpet on his back, so that
I could mount him, head to toe, so that we could suck each
other's penis.  While we were doing that Dad stuck a finger
up the boy's ass while Robert stuck two fingers up my ass.

	Dad and I became regular party goers after that.  When
we went to a party I suck several cocks of both men and boys
and was fucked by just as many.  By the time we were ready
to go home my ass was full of cum.  I had to stick a butt plug
up my ass to keep it up there until we got home.  Daddy liked
to have me squat over his face and feed him the cum.

	I still love to have sex with Dad when he gets home
from work smelling of sawdust and sweat.



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