Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2009 21:38:10 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Small Town Fathers (gay\incest, b/M, bb/MM, bbb/m)

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                         Small Town Fathers
                                By
                               Wolf

	I was raised by my father in a small resort town.  The older part
of town was small wooden summer cottages that had become
permanent residence for middle class residents within the town.  The
newer part of town was larger properties that had larger brick homes
built on them.  I was fascinated by the wealthy "Snow Birds" as the
locals called them because they flocked to the warmer climate during
the winter like migrating birds.

	My father had married young and had me by the time he was
only 22-years old.  My parents were divorced by the time he was 25.
My Father's name is Christian.  He was the town's local mechanic.
Everyone in town brought their cars to him to be repaired or serviced.
He had a small garage/workshop with an attached house behind it,
just a bit outside the city limits.  I worshiped the ground my father
walked on, and daddy loved me too.

	Daddy was a real hottie, blond, blue eyes, muscular and very
little hair on his body, a beautiful hard butt.  He kept in shape
working out at the local fitness center.  I was also fascinated by his
dick too; it was at least eight and a half inches long, and swung
between his legs while he walked around the house naked after
showering.  It was uncut and his balls were equally large and swung
too.  His pubic hair was blond as well.  They formed a large bulge in
his work pants.  He preferred not to wear underwear, so the friction
of the fabric of his blue denim jeans seamed give him a hard-on all of
the time.  Dad was like a kid himself; he was living every boy's dream.
He was building real cars in the place of plastic models.  Dad liked to
roam around the house naked.  The sight of his naked body excited
me very much.  I would get a boner just looking at his swinging dick.

	Dad's workshop was just a few steps from the house.  He could
check on my anytime he liked.  He would stop during the day for a
coffee break, lunch, another coffee break and supper.  I was not
much help to him when I was 4-years old, but I loved to be around him
while he worked.  Dad would lay out the parts he would need on his
workbench in advance.  When he would need a part he would say,
"Would you bring me such and such part, big buddy."  I thought I was
very clever being able to help him.  I thought I was daddy's helper.
While daddy was leaning over the finder of a car working, he would
say, "Would you pop the pipe for Daddy?", as he called it.

	I was very experienced at unbuttoning the fly of his tight
fitting coveralls.  I would pull his half hard pipe out of his coveralls.
If space allowed dad would say, "Handballs too, big buddy!"  I would
stuff my hand in the fly to pull out his big balls out too.  That was
when everything was ready for popping.  I would pull on his dick until
he would squirt a big load of cum.  I was very proud of myself.  I
would grab a coffee mug and hold it under him to collect every drop
of his cum.  That was milk for me.  Dad would say, "That's good big
buddy, you make daddy feel so good."

	There was nothing more exciting to me than to make daddy feel
good.  We were inseparable.  When we went to bed I would suck his
cock until he would fill my mouth with his daddies' milk.  We had a
regular contest to see how much milk I would swallow.  Every time I
excited an old mark I was proud of my accomplishment.

	Daddy would take my little dick and tight little balls into his
mouth and swab my balls with his tongue before sucking my dick.  I
was proud of how big my dick would get while he sucked on me.  While
daddy sucked me he would often cum a second time without touching
his cock.  He would make sure he squirted it on my body.  It was my
skin lotion.  Afterwards we would fall asleep with me being spooned in
his lap.  It was my decision if I wanted his cock in my ass or not.  I
did love the feeling of that pipe in my ass.

	Dad had trained me to accept objects in my asshole by sticking
his finger in my ass until he stretched me enough to accept his cock
finally.  I think I was 6 the first time he stuck his cock in my well
greased ass.  I remember it was a sunny day about noon.  Life was
different after that day.

	I really was daddies' 'big buddy', a real man's boy.  I was in
heaven on our little estate, the sky was bluer, the grass was greener,
and the breeze sweeter.  From that day I was ready for anything.  I
started teaching my school buddies.  Dad and I would do it in the
forest and in his row boat on the lake.  I was really a help in the
garage or the house.

	When I was eight, dad had to repair the car of one of my
classmate's father's car.  His name was Kenneth, and his father's
name was John.  John and Kenneth lived in the new part of town in
one of those nice new brick homes.  Dad normally had little use for
the rich people in the new homes, but I know the two men got along
right away.

	They may not have had the same education but they both were
history and science buffs.  They both liked beer too.  I came home
from fishing that afternoon dressed in tight little shorts.  Dad
offered me a soda while they were drinking beer.  Dad may have been
a little embarrassed about my shorts.  They were so tight that they
were creeping up the crack of my ass and my little package was
wedged over to the left leg and may have been visible below the leg of
the shorts.

	John smiled at the sight of my little foreskin protruding below
the leg of my shorts.  When dad saw the smile on his face he knew
John had an appreciation for young boys.  Dad asked John, "Do you
like boys?"  John gave him a big grim and assured him that he did.
Dad reached down and grasped the left cheek of my butt and gave it
a strong squeeze.  John placed his hand on the other cheek and
squeezed. I felt his fingers dig into the crack of my ass.  We stood
right there in the garage while dad encouraged me to see if John
needed to have his cock milked.

	I unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock.  It was a nice
long circumcised cock almost as long as dad's.  John slid his hand up
my back as I approached his throbbing dick.  I milked his cock a little
while before I put it in my mouth.  I sucked on him until he was about
to cum.  He stopped me short of that point.  Dad unbuttoned my
shorts and pulled them down.  He draped me over the finder of an old
car and greased up my asshole.  Then he pulled John foreword and
watched as John guided his dick in my ass.  John took a long time to
fuck me.  It was after four before he put his cock back into his pants
to go home.

	By that time I kept the account books.  When the car was
repaired called John to let him know that his car was ready.  John
brought his son, Kenneth, along with him.  I recognized Kenneth from
school.

	Kenneth was a small boy for his age, even if we were the same
age.  He was wearing very small shorts and a tight T-shirt.  John told
me he had bought them the day before, because he liked the way I
looked in mine.  They sure did show off his little bulge and his little
bubble butt nicely.  Dad said that I could take Kenneth to the creek
and show him how to fish.

	I picked up my gear and led Kenneth to the creek where I like to
fish.  I gave him my pole and stood behind him to guide him in the
ways to cast his line.  I could not resist rubbing my hard-on against
his tight little butt.  It was not long before we forgot about fishing.
We just stood there with me humping his bubble butt with my hard-
on.  Kenneth was bumping his butt hack against my bulge.  I even had
one of my dry orgasms and he turned his head to me and smiled at me
sweetly, and said that was fun.  When we got home dad and John
were still talking at the kitchen table.  They were laughing while they
drank their beers.

	John asked, "Did you two buddies have a good time?"

	I sure had a good time but didn't know if I should say why.
Kenneth gave him a big smile.  Both men must have sensed the
situation.  They turned their chairs to face us.  They wanted to tell us
something, but they both had big hard-on's tenting up their pants.

	Dad said, "We were talking.  If the two of you boys would like to
play, the four of us could really have a good time."

	John said, "We could pop pipes and all of that."

	Kenneth may not have understood what he was saying, but I
knew right away, dad had not used that term in a long time.  I blushed
at the knowledge.  We simply used the term jack-off now.  I was
speechless.  Kenny was the one that yelled "Yesssssss" can we do it
now?  We just dry humped by the creek."

	The two of them gathered us in their arms and placed us on
their laps.  They rubbed our crotches and squeezed our butts.  They
were laughing and saying all kinds of nice thing to each other's son.
We were giggling hysterically as we straddled their legs so that we
could bounce up and down on their crotches.  There was no doubt that
our dad's had huge boners in their pants.

	John said, "Take it easy boys.  We don't want to cum too soon.  I
assure you we will have a real good time together.  There will be
plenty of time for the two of you to enjoy our cum."

	We had to pull ourselves apart long enough to clear the table.
Dad and I set the table for supper while John and Kenneth drove to
the local pizza parlor to pick up our meal.  They took the newly
repaired car for a spin to find out how it handled.

	After they left dad wanted to talk to me.  Dad said, "I'm very
excited, John is a nice guy.  They are just like us, big buddy.  Do you
think you would like to find out what John's cock is like?"

	I said, "Sure Daddy, I'm a big boy now."

	Dad said, "Sure you are, and brave too."

	I said, "I know Kenneth from school.  He is a nice guy.  I humped
Kenny down by the creek.  I had a cummer (what we called a dry cum).

	Dad finished, "Yeah, I'm sure the four of us will have a great
time this evening.  I didn't know there were two people like us in the
bluenose part of town."

	We prepared the table for our guests and got the house ready
for the evening's celebration of a new and potentially long lasting
friendship.  When John and Kenny arrived back with the pizza's we
had a great time!  We consumed the pizzas while the men washed
them down with beer and Kenny and I washed ours down with soda
pop.

	John was a big man, a bit chubby, not anywhere as fit as my
daddy.  Little Kenneth was such a small boy.  After we finished eating
we cleared the table.  We gathered in the living room.  The men were
ready to enjoy cigars with another beer.  It was John that suggested
that Kenneth might feel more comfortable without clothes on.

	Kenny was quick to peel off his clothes in front of us.  I had to
do the same of course.  The men did enjoy the sight of the two of us
hugging, kissing and pulling on each other's dicks.  Dad and John
unfastened their pants and pulled out their cock and balls.  They both
played with them until they were good and hard.  Then John asked me
to come have a taste.  I let go of Kenny's dick and went to his dad and
knelt in front of him.  I took hold of his circumcised cock and jerked
him off a few times before licking the head of his dick.  Before I put
my mouth over the knob I looked over at dad and saw that Kenny was
peeling back daddy's foreskin and licking the wet knob.  That evening
the two of us had sucked off both of our fathers a couple of times.

	We were to become the best of buddies, over the years the four
of us even went on holidays together.

	Daddy did have a thing for young boys.  Daddy would stop work
anytime a boy like me passed by.  Most men hardly gave my
underdeveloped classmate, Kenneth, a second look but my daddy never
missed a chance to look him over.

	John was an educated man with dark hair.  He was older than my
dad, and a widower.  The two men would spend a lot of time discussing
history and science stuff, while my dad worked or they were sitting
around with a beer in hand.

	After the four of us became friends I had to introduce my best
friend from school to them.  Adam lived in one of the old wooden
bungalows in the old part of town.  He was blond like me, but his dark
eyes were playful.  The three of us boys had an older buddy named
Michael.

	Michael was every bit as strong and muscular as my father.  His
hair was black and his skin was dark.  The three of us soon found out
that his cock was at least seven inches long and was circumcised.  We
adored being in his company.  We loved being allowed to play with his
cock.  We took turns sucking his cock.  Michael wanted to fuck our
butt-holes all of the time.  All of us learned to enjoy the feeling of
his dick up our asses.  We would giggle at the sight of each other
being fucked and proclaiming "Me next, me next" while we would be
caressing his manly chest.

	I will always remember the sight of Michael's big greased up
cock sliding into Kenneth's little body.  Michael especially liked to have
us sit on his lap with his cock up our asses and have us bounce up and
down on his shaft.  He would grip us around our waists he lifted us up
and down.  Other times he would have us lay face down with our little
asses up.  He would straddle our hips and ram his cock between our
butt cheeks to fuck us.

	Our games took place in a number of places.  When we had my
house ourselves we fucked on the sofa, carpeted living room floor, my
bedroom or the garage.  If we were at Kenneth's we did it in the
spacious bathroom and on the leather furniture.  At Adams place it
took place in the small upstairs bedroom.




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