Subject: Daddy’s college Boy (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/M, M/MMM) Incest, oral, anal, b/M, M/MMM Author’s Note: 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 a consenting underage boy and adult males… If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at ail if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daddy’s College Boy By Wolf My family lived in western Seattle, Washington in a single-story ranch-style three-bedroom home built in the 1950s. My family consisted of father Scott, Mother Christine, a younger sister, and myself. I could never understand why my parents married each other. Mom was a short, mean, frumpy woman with brown hair, brown eyes. She worked for the school district and was a true conservative right-wing Republican. My Dad was a good-looking man of six-foot-four. He was a blue- collar worker and worked on an assembly line for Boing Aircraft plant, and was a union representative. He came from a liberal Democratic family. The two of them argued about politics constantly. My sister and I were just pawns in their arguments. The divorce was inevitable. Mother took charge of my sister and I’m sure she became a card-carrying right-wing Republican. Dad took charge of me. Father used to take me swimming in the nearby Colman pool in Lincoln park on weekends. That was a way of getting away from his wife. We showered together (before pool rules prohibited adults from showering with children.) When I was 9-years-old Dad also had me shower with him at home to show me how to properly wash with a washcloth. I was impressed with him because he seemed so tall to me. He had blue eyes and bald. Seeing him naked I envied his thick five-inch cock with a huge mushroom head. I was 13-years-old when Dad decided to give me the talk. I thought it was a little late. He had been on a weekend beer drinking binge. kurtköy escort I could smell the beer on his breath. He dove me to a park and parked the car on the parking lot facing the entrance. It was raining so there was very little likelihood that anyone would come to the park. The windows steamed up quickly. He asked me if I knew what masturbating was about and if I played with myself. I remember that I panicked but he told me that it was natural and told me that there were different ways to do it. He pushed his seat back and unfastened his pants and took out his cock and started demonstrating how to masturbate. Then he reached over and opened my pants and pulled my cock out of my pants and took hold of my cock. He masturbated the two of us until we had orgasms and squirted cum into a handkerchief. It became a habit that whenever Mom would leave the house Dad would come to my room for some sex and we continued to masturbate each other for years. My parents divorced when I was 17-years-old. That same year I enrolled at the University of California at Berkeley in the bay area. Dad flew from Seattle to Oakland with me when I moved my remaining belongings to the campus over the Thanksgiving weekend. On the flight, I was sitting in the window seat and Dad was sitting in the middle seat. The aisle seat was empty. The people on the other side were sleeping as soon as we were airborne. We lifted the armrest between us. I had my suede jacket draped over my shoulder and Dad had his overcoat over his lap. I snaked my hand under the coat and squeezed his bulge. Dad freed his cock and I gripped it. I played with it almost the entire trip. I enjoyed the way it throbbed when I squeezed it. The stewardess didn’t seem to notice what I was doing when she moved up and down the aisle. Every once in a while, Dad would look at me with glazed eyes. His cock would leak pre- cum all over my fingers. I could smell the pungent aroma of his cock. While I was attending college, I was befriended by a gay guy in my dorm. He introduced me to additional gay sex. We were only a Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) aydıntepe escort trip to San Francisco. He introduced me to the nightlife there. If I was only interested in a quickie hand-job or blowjob I would visit the parks. If I was interested in something a little more, I would frequent the bars. One time I was in a bar near Market Street and a tall man caught my eye. He was a tall man with gray hair and well-groomed beard. He was wearing an expensive three- piece pinstriped suit. His hand made ostrich shoes had to have cost t least $500. He liked me and bought me a couple of drinks before he told me, “You’re coming home with me!” It was not a request; it was a simple statement of fact. He led me out onto the street where he flagged down a taxi and we were driven up the hill to the Haight Ashbury District. Bach in the 1960’s the old Victorian and Queen Ann homes were rundown and the white paint was peeling. They had become flophouses for the free-love hippies. But the homes have been restored to their former glory. Historians even researched their original colors. Now they look like colorful candy boxes that are so expensive that only millionaires can afford to buy them. That was one of the houses that the Taxi pulled up in front of. When we entered the house there was a vestibule to hang up rain gear before entering the parlor. Then there was a formal living room before the kitchen and dining room. The bedrooms and bathrooms were on the second and third floors. He led me straight up the stairs to the bedroom where he proceeded to remove his clothes. He hung his coat vest and pants on a valet to air out. He was wearing silk underwear both for comfort and to combat the San Francisco cold weather. When he was undressed, I was impressed because he had a very hairy body along with an impressive genital. His cock was 7 or 8-inches long and his testicles hung low and were hairy. He was one of those guys that were un- cut. His foreskin covered the head of the head of his cock with at least an extra inch beyond the head. I watched him peel the skin back to expose a mushroom that was tuzla içmeler escort as big as my father’s. It was slimy looking. I assumed that he wanted me to suck his cock, but he had other ideas. He had me get undressed and while we were laying on the bed he leaned over and sucked my cock until I ejaculated into his mouth. He kissed me on the mouth after he swallowed the cum. Then he positioned himself between my legs and took hold on my ankles and lifted my legs and placed my heels against his shoulders. When he pressed forward, I rolled up and my butt was lifted off the bed. His cock eventually aligned with my asshole and he pressed against it. The sphincter resisted but he continued to press until his cock spread my asshole and he drove his cock all the way into my colon. He fucked me until he came in my ass. We eventually fell asleep. In the morning he saw to it that I caught the BART back to the campus. That first year went by fast. After taking my finals for the spring semester my last test was in a class taught by the department head and is postgraduate student aide. After the test, he invited all of us to go to a local pizza parlor for beer and pizza. We consumed a lot of beer and pizza. One by one the students made their exits until there was just the professor, the aide, and myself. The professor invited me to join them for more beer at his place. When we got to his house it was warm and we had to take off our coats. We had another beer and the three of us were sitting on the couch. Then the professor started hugging and kissing me. While he was doing that his aide started opening my pants. With a little struggling, the aide pulled my pant and underwear off. The professor opened his own pants and pulled out his cock. He pulled my head down to his lap and I started sucking his cock. The aide was sucking my cock. After I swallowed the professors cum and the aide has swallowed my-cum, we had another beer before renewing having sex with each other. The professor fucked my ass while I sucked off the aide. Dad and I had a lot to talk about when I got home during the brake. Dad was tilled to learn that I was no longer a virgin. We spent my spring brake fucking each other like rabbits. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to ail