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Pleasing My Son Mike
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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A Dad does everything to please his bully of a son, but
it's still not good enough. (m-teen/M, nc, inc, bi,
huml, v, ws)
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"Get dressed Bitch, a nice suit. You're going to school
with me." Mike rose from his bed, kicking me in the
stomach as I lay on the floor near by. He was naked of
course, and his thick fat teenage boy prick had a
morning piss hard on.
Something special was up; usually I had to wake Mike up
by licking his balls or ass hole depending on whether
he was lying on his back or stomach. That was the
morning wake up rule. I was his alarm clock. He wanted
to wake up to a gentle licking of his fat teenage nut
sack or to the feel of a tongue probingly his moist
warm teen asshole.
Don't ask me how or when he became so corrupt. I have
been trying to figure that out for some time now.
Usually I sucked his dick; sometimes I just drank his
morning piss. God help me if I spilled a drop on his
bed sheets. Not that he cared about clean bed sheets,
fuck no, sometimes he leave a sheet on until it was
stiff with cum and dick leak, but if I spilled a single
drop of his precious boy piss, it was like breaking a
fucking commandment.
When you serve, when you are a fucking faggot pussy-boy
father to a teenage stud, it is sometimes difficult to
find the reason in the rules. I guess there is no
logic, except, this is the way Mike wants it. For
example, it was okay for him to piss all over my face,
my body, the carpet, the floor, it was okay for this
teenage hunk to take a leak right in the living room
and to make me suck his piss out of the carpet, but
when I drank his piss, I better not spill a single
drop.
Try to figure that one out. Life for me was about one
thing only, Pleasing Mike's Dick. My son's dick was the
center of his world, so it was the center of mine as
well.
"Eh, should I shower Mike?" I asked, kneeling hands
behind my back, chest out, my well worked red nipples
looking particularly sore after last nights exercise.
Mike wanted me to have tits like a cunt, and I was
doing my best to please him. He had talked often of
late about giving me silicone implants or hormone
injections, I cried a lot at that, by myself, I didn't
want the tits of a girl.
I had had a really well developed muscular chest as a
young man, but Mike said when he fucked my ass, it
would be better if I had nice girlie tits for him to
play with. Oh I tried to protest, I tried to put my
parental foot down, but he just beat the shit out of
me.
"Of course shower, ass-wipe, do you want to go to my
school smelling like the fucking cock whore you are?"
He padded naked to the bathroom, his big dick bobbing
in front of him and his young tight ass rolling. I
threw a boner at once, I couldn't help it, the sight of
my son drove me mad. I craved, needed his brand of
tough love, even though it was heavy on the tough and
light on the love.
I quickly crawled downstairs and out the back door. It
was cold out, but that made no difference, outside was
where I showered, under the faucet at the side of the
house used for the harden hose. The water was icy, but
I had to endure it. I had a big bar of rough industrial
soap and a scrub brush.
I scrubbed myself shivering in the cold, shoving
fingers deep up my ass so my asshole would be clean.
Then I brushed my teeth at the same spigot and gargled
to get last nights cock, cunt and spooge taste out of
my mouth. I had sucked Mike's spent dick clean the
night before after he had banged some high school
cutie. I shaved and washed my hair all with cold water.
When I was squeaky clean, I re-entered the house to
make Mike his breakfast.
He came down stairs bare assed naked, his fucking huge
cunt-stuffer swinging like a log,
"Eh, Mike, would you like a morning blow job, just to
relax you?" I offered setting down his eggs and bacon
and toast and milk.
"You pathetic cum hungry cock-sucking dick-slop dump.
Sure, pretend like you care about my relaxation, I know
and you know you'll do anything to get this fuck-meat
into your mouth."
It was true, I needed to suck his dick. I was addicted
to it.
"Well it so happens I don't want a suck job this
morning, but you can lick my balls while I eat
breakfast."
I crawled under the table, between my teenage son's
long lanky legs, and opened my mouth to his low hanging
fuck-sack. I don't know how many of you fathers out
there lick your son's balls, not too many of you I
suspect. But it is a pleasure that few other activities
in life can equal, I assure you. Especially if your son
is a healthy normal American jock athlete like my boy.
At moments like this I am so proud of my boy. Maybe he
doesn't win any scholastic awards, maybe he is not the
most socially minded young fellow in school, but he has
an enormously beautiful and tasty scrotum. And that's
what really matters isn't it?
A guy can strive and succeed in business, in personal
growth and development, in social acceptance, in
academics, but all of those are substitutes for what
really counts in life, a fucking big masculine horny
cock and balls. A young man's dick is really the most
important thing in his life and we all know it,
although few of us admit it.
Why else would we spend so much time looking at prick
on the internet? We live this entire false life with
false values, when what we really are interested in is
dick and nuts. I licked the thick texture of my son's
leathery scrotum, getting a few ball hairs stuck in my
teeth. I suppose like most parents I am partial, but my
son's nuts have the most wonderful flavor.
"Eat," he barked suddenly, and I scampered out from
beneath the table. He had a mouthful of eggs and bacon
and toast which he was chewing and now he leaned over
and spit it out into my doggie bowl. Then he stuck the
toes of one of his big teen jock feet into the bowl and
covered his toes with the egg, bacon, toast slop. Then
he held his foot out to me. I sucked the food off of my
son's toes. Oh yes, there was not a moment of my life
when I was not degraded and abused. I had become a
totally fucked up pig for my son.
"Now listen ass breath, I am in trouble at school. And
you are going to go talk to the principal and get me
out of trouble. And you better do a fucking good job,
or your ass is grass. I don't give a shit what you do,
but get that fucking asshole off my back."
"What exactly were you doing Mike?"
"It wasn't my fault. I had just finished fucking this
freshman boy in the ass in the guys' can, he is a
fucking wimp and I can't stand him. All the while you
pork him, he whimpers and cries, just like a fucking
baby. Well Dad, you know that I have a temper, so I'd
had it with this twerp, shit he's a lousy fuck anyway,
he's one of those worthless nerdy smart kids, with
glasses, all thin and girlie. So I busted his ass
cherry a couple of weeks ago after I got tired of
shooting off in his mouth. Then I passed him around to
some of the other guys.
I think of others, you know, fuck you do know, cause I
take good care of you, don't I ass-wipe? How many teen
studs would put up with a faggot for a father? Shit, I
should have lied and told the police you tried to
molest me, and had you thrown into the slammer and
taken the support money to live on. I might still do
that, I'm not legal for a couple of years and you are a
fucking pervert. Aren't you a fucking pervert?"
"Yeth thir, I amd a thucking pevert, " I said my mouth
full of my son's big toes.
"Anyway, I was a little pissed off at this kid, so I
thought I would teach him a little respect. so I dumped
his head into an unflushed toilet, ordered him to eat
the turds floating there. Some pussy-boys came into the
bathroom at this fucking moment, and ran to report it
to Mr. Hogan. So I got a fucking after school
detention, and I told that fucking teacher , fuck you I
am not hanging around this shit-hole any longer than
necessary. So now we got to meet with that faggot of a
principal.
Hey, I just had an idea, he's a faggot too you know,
maybe you could suck his dick, and he'd let me off.
Maybe we'll ask him. I know he'd like to suck my dick,
but then so would eighty percent of the other teachers
in the school. Jesus Mother fucker, eat your breakfast,
don't make fucking love to my toes." He kicked me away,
then he dumped some of the leavings from his plate into
my bowl, and I chowed down.
"You are just like those fucking eighth grade cunts
that wait outside the locker room after the games. Oh
Mike, don't shower, let me lick the sweat from the game
off your body, yeah, bitch, you can suck out my ass, is
what you can do."
I lifted my head at that, not sure if he really meant I
could suck out his ass, or if he was just waxing poetic
about the eighth grade cunts. "Man, there is this fifth
grader I really wanna fuck. I'm fucking her older
sister, but every time I go over to their house, all
the little fifth grade slut does is stare at my dick
lump.
Shit, she hasn't got tits or anything, I'll bet her
pussy is really tiny and tight, and she just stares at
my fuck-lump like it was the most beautiful thing in
the world. One of these days, I gotta unzip and give
her a real look at my dick and see what she does, bet
she fucking freaks out.
Fucking sluts start so young now days, shit, I seen
little whores of five and six looking at my prick-
bulge. Haven't they got older brothers to suck for
shits sake?" Suddenly he jumped up from the table, his
dick swinging. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late, and it's
your fucking fault, you got me thinking about all this
crap."
"I'm sorry Mike," I said from the kitchen floor.
He hauled off and kicked me in the face, his naked foot
smashing into my nose. "Get the fuck dressed, you got
five minutes." Then he turned and ran upstairs, I knelt
there on the floor, my nose bleeding, my prick hard as
iron and dripping.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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