Subject: Truckers Son 2 (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/M Incest, oral, anal, b/M 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 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. Truckers Son 2 By Wolf The day of Victory of Japan day, I was suffering from a dry spell. I was at a difficult age too old for Chicken Hawks and too young for adult gay world. My Grandfather was a movie star in the old days, so my family went to the MGM studios almost daily and worked in “Crowd shots.” While sitting around waiting for the shots being set up, some of the small part actors would have time to look for some amusement. I was always ready to be of service. I was broken in backdoor style when I was 11-years-old. I had been sucking my Grandfather for awhile when I thought he was asleep. He had pretended to sleep through a lot of blowjobs. We were izmit rus escort out on a location shoot, and in those days, you had to fins a quiet place to catch up on sleep between shoots. On this occasion the second company was on location near the Palomar Observatory. It is a rough country south of Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base and west of Escondido, Ca. grandpa and I shared a sleeping bag and crashed in an isolated location on soft sandy adobe soil for the night. Sometime during the night, he decided that I was old enough to take my cherry. We were on our sides and he was spooning me. It was like I was sitting on his lap. I woke up feeling my underwear being pulled down in back. I thought the old cowboy wanted a head-job, but he had a different plan. He was from the old crowd that went commando with the meat hanging down the leg of his pants along with their sagging scrotum. He slept in the raw. I tried to roll over to face him so that I could get my mouth on his cock. I was prevented from rolling over by his arm and the other hand was continuing to pull my boxers down in back. Suddenly, I felt the slippery head of his cock poking my butt. I was aware that his cock was producing pre-cum. izmit escort I didn’t think his cock would fit in my asshole, but he was not about to change his mind. At first it was pure hell and I was crying in pain. He slowly pushed the monster head into my asshole and I felt a pop and the pain lessened substantially. Following that he slowly pushed his cock in. Whenever I flinched in pain he stopped pushing and waited until I relaxed before pushing again. It took some time before I felt my Grandfather’s soft warm balls resting against my butt. By that time the pain had subsided enough that I began to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my asshole. While Grandpa was fucking me, he was kissing the back of my neck. I heard him moan and groan I feared he was having a heart attack, after all he was in his seventies. It turned out that he was getting his nuts off. It felt like I was getting a warm enema. Then I heard him sigh and say “Thank You boy.” It took some time before he pulled out and he was quickly snoring. The problem was that my asshole was still throbbing and I still had a hard-on. There was nothing to do but take my cock n hand but discovered that I had blown a big load all over the kocaeli escort inside of the sleeping bag. In the morning while Grandpa was rolling up our sleeping bag, he found the slippery wet spot, and broke out in a big smile before asking, “Did I or you have a wet dream?” I looked him in the eye and said, “Your load is still in my ass cooling off! That spot is mine.” To my surprise, when we returned home after the shoot, my Dad cornered me and asked, “I understand that you had a great time on the shoot. Do you want to tell me about it?” I said, “It was Okay, just a little rough at times, Grandpa can be a little rough when he sleeps, rolls around a lot.” Dad said,” Yeah, I remember those old days. Did he hurt you any?” “No” Dad said, “Not even when the fire hose was unloaded!” Well that told me that Dad had lost his cherry to Grandpa also at some time in the past. And that opened up another sleeping partner for me to explore. Dad and I got to work on the movie “Winchester 73 released in 1950, staring James Stewart and Shelley winters. Most of it was shot at “Powell’s Ranch” but some of it was shot on locations. The interesting thing was it was the introduction of two future stars. Tony Curtis was a shoulder and Rock Hudson was a Indian war chief. While on location Dad and I got to know Rock very well. 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