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Johnny's Dad - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
***
Johnny has to do his homework before he can go out with
his girlfriend, and Dad requires some special attention
as well. (M/m-teen, nc, ped, inc, huml)
***
It was Friday night and Johnny had a date. He had a
date with a really cute fifteen year old girl from his
school. He wanted to kiss her, and feel her budding
teenage tits and finger her pussy and get her to jerk
his dick, and who knows, maybe even suck him. He had a
way with girls. When he was allowed to see them. That
was the catch. He was seldom allowed to go out on
weekends and see girls.
It was his father. Johnny's father easily qualified as
an abusive parent. A 'very' abusive parent. It was the
alcohol. Johnny knew that things had gone tough for his
dad, losing mom and a big job in the same year. Having
to move in to this shit-hole of a house. Johnny's
father drank and drank, more and more, and when he
drink, he became totally weird. Totally unlike the dad
Johnny had known as a kid. He became a pervert.
Johnny looked at the clock. He was supposed to meet
Tisha at the mall at eight o'clock, and it was now six
thirty. He looked down at his homework and sighed. He
hated schoolwork. He was not brilliant at his studies.
He was not even average. It was a struggle for him.
"How you doing, stupid?" Dad smelled of booze and it
was early in the evening. He would only get worse.
"looks like you'll be spending Friday night home with
the old man instead of fucking fresh young pussy."
"I can finish this tomorrow. I got the whole weekend to
do this assignment."
"Never put off to tomorrow what you can do today. I
intend to bring you up right, even if it's the only
thing in this fucked up life of mine I ever do right.
You will finish the assignment now, and you will not
leave this house until I go over it to fix all of your
fucking mistakes. I won't see you fail out of school."
He sat on the arm of his son's chair and ran his hands
through the boy's short blond hair. Johnny hated it
when he touched him. It always started something.
"When I was your age, I got straight A's in school. And
I got plenty of pussy as well.' Dad let his hand stroke
the soft pale cheek of his fifteen year old son. Johnny
knew better than to pull away. If he did, he was sure
to get hit. His father hit him more and more lately. He
even took a belt to his young teen ass. Johnny didn't
know what to do. He was not a large kid. He had tried
to fight off his father, but that had just made things
worse.
"You know, sometimes you remind me so much of your
mother, God rest her soul. When she died, I died too,
inside. But sometimes when I look at you, or touch you,
I feel like she's still with me in some ways." He slid
his hand in the neck of Johnny's tee shirt and started
to rub his smooth shoulder. "Come on, sit next to Dad
and make him feel good."
"Not tonight, Dad, I really want to go see Tisha.
Please!"
"Make old dad feel good, and maybe you can go out and
finish this tomorrow." Johnny's father now had his hand
under the boy's t-shirt and was rubbing his teenage
nipples. Johnny really hated how it felt. It made his
body tingle, and he knew that was wrong.
"You mom had small tits, but her nipples sure were
sucky. I loved her nipples. We always said her tits
were like apples with a strawberry on top." The old
alcohol smelling man rubbed and pinched Johnny's
nipples. "That's why I make you work your nipples for
thirty minutes every night, son. To remind me of her.
They look more and more like her tits. Take off your
tee shirt and give the old man a look."
Johnny felt like crying, but he knew that did no good.
Then the old alcoholic just called him a sissy and a
pussy and all kinds of bad names. Johnny's only chance
was to hurry and please his father, and then perhaps he
would be able to meet Tisha. He slid off his gray tee
shirt to reveal his boyish paled smooth teenage torso.
"Such soft skin. Just like your mom." The old man
played with the boy's smooth chest, plucking and
squeezing his nipples. Johnny closed his eyes and
chewed his lower lip. God how he hated this.
"Lift your arms, son." Then Johnny felt a hard slap to
his face. His head spun. "I told you to shave your
armpits so you feel more like your mother there. She
wouldn't have had hairy armpits. Now you keep those
armpits shaved. Understand me?"
"Yes, Sir." Johnny felt his father's tongue licking at
his armpits. What a fucking pervert. He used to be such
a wonderful man. The rough fingers tugged the boy's
pink nipples off his chest, and the thick tongue lapped
at his armpits, then neck. Then he started to lick
Johnny's face all over. Johnny knew he dare not pull
back.
"Holy fuck my dick is hard tonight. Feels like it's
going to explode." The drunk stood and pulled his fat
nine inch prick from his trouser. "How about your dick,
Son? Is your dick hard for dad too?"
Johnny didn't say anything. THWACK! Another hit.
"I asked you a question son. Is your clit hard for me?"
"Yes, sir." It wasn't really hard, and Johnny hated it
when it was called a clit. Oh shit, the old man's fat
dick was leaking pre-fuck already. Strings of goo ran
from the dick tip to the floor.
"Get those pants off, son. Daddy's going to fuck you. A
man has to have a decent fuck once in a while. You
realize that, don't you. You can help old dad out. And
he'll make you feel real good too. You know you love
it. You always were kind of a pussy boy. You never
liked football. Never much of an athlete. Kind of
faggot." Johnny didn't know which was worse, the foul
alcohol breath or the tongue licking all over his body.
Dad threw off the rest of his clothes, and stood there
naked, fat prick rampant and leaking.
"Hurry up, pussy, strip off them duds for Dad."
Johnny undid his pants and let them drop. He kicked off
his sandals and stepped out of his trousers. He then
peeled down his boxer shorts and stood naked in front
of his dad.
"You lied to me. Your clit isn't hard. Get that fucking
clit hard!" His dad hit Johnny again, and the fifteen
year old boy yanked and pulled on his teen prick,
trying to please his dad.
"You can get it hard all day in school, looking at the
cunt, but you can't even get it hard for your old man
when he asks you to. By God, I'll ground you for a
month boy, if you don't get that dick hard."
Johnny closed his eyes and thought about naked girls.
He rolled and pinched his prick in his fingers. He
pulled on it, and at last, it began to thicken and
grow.
"Now give Dad a nice sloppy tongue kiss." Johnny really
hated this part.
His young mouth filled with his father's spit. He had
to swallow gobs of spit. The alcoholic kissed the boy
for five minutes, running his tongue all around inside
the kid's mouth. Meanwhile his hands were busy, cupping
and squeezing the fifteen year old scrotum, and then
reaching around to finger the boy's ass globes. Johnny
had really nice ass cheeks. Full and round and tight
and smooth. His father slid his finger up and down the
young ass crack. He treated the boy's ass crack like it
was a cunt.
Dad forced his son to his knees. "Wet down my dick,
son, so it goes in easy. You know I hate artificial
lube."
Johnny licked his father's swollen leaking cock. He
licked up and down the cock stalk. Then he tongued the
wet knob. He wanted to cry, he felt so queer doing
this.
"Your mother was much better at it, but don't worry,
we'll get you there."
Johnny felt sick to his stomach. He no longer felt like
going out with Tisha. He just wanted to go to bed and
sleep away the horrible memories. He licked the
drippings off the dick. It smelled so bad, he could
hardly stand it.
"Don't forget to lick my nuts. Your mom always loved
the taste and smell of my nuts." Johnny licked his
father's fat swollen scrotum, getting ball hair in his
teeth. 'Lift the nuts with our tongue, son. Work them
real good."
When the man's nuts were shinny and slick with teen boy
spit, and the dick was hard as rock, he dragged his son
to his feet and spun him around. "Okay grab my prick.
You know I love it when you put it in yourself."
Johnny reached around and grabbed the fat fucker and
placed it between his ass cheeks. He loathed the feel
of a cock between his fifteen year old ass globes. It
was a nightmare that stayed with him for days and days
after. And recently, it had been happening more and
more frequently. He adjusted his body, and his dad
pulled one of the boy's ass cheeks aside to reveal the
pink teen-boy asshole. The boy had a beautiful asshole,
no doubt about it.
"You're mom didn't like taking dick up her asshole. But
in your case, we ain't got much choice, huh? Gotta
stretch that little boy-pussy real good. Turn that boy-
asshole into a real cunt, so you can please your old
man. I been wanting to fuck more and more lately, but I
just don't got the ambition to go out to meet any new
women. So, I figure, I can just make myself happy with
little Johnny's boy-twat. That right, Johnny?
Johnny's answer was lost in a scream of pain, as his
father shoved his dickhead into the boy's asshole. In
how many families around the world is this a nightly
event? How many teenage boys are forced to take their
father's fat dripping pricks up their boy butts? They
never tell anyone. They are too humiliated. The shame
is too great.
Johnny's dad eased himself into the chair, with his son
impaled on his prick. He adjusted Johnny's small
youthful body, so that he could enjoy a nice slow fuck.
He bounced the boy on his dick, and ever time he
approached climax, he slowed down. He made the fuck
last thirty minutes. Johnny was in total agony.
"Now isn't this better than meeting some twat at the
mall? She can't give you what I can. Tell you what. Why
not spend the whole weekend home here with me. I'll
cancel bowling tomorrow, and we can just fuck all
weekend. I'll even help you with your homework to give
us more time to fuck.
I been thinking about it, and I think it's time you
moved into my bed with me. A man like me shouldn't have
to sleep alone. I wanna have a mouth on my dick when I
sleep at night. Oh, fuck, what a tight little cunt you
have. It's great."
"Please Dad, ugh, oh God... please... oh shit...
Dad...it hurts so bad... please, Dad!" Nine inches of
man cock working its way around inside a fifteen year
old boy's asshole. Johnny's guts ached. His ass felt
ripped apart. He curled his toes and cried and cried.
He was ashamed to have any friends. He was ashamed to
even talk to girls. He felt like everyone could read
his secret life on his face and from the way he walked.
But this was just the start of his new life. His dad
had lots of fun Ideas planned. Johnny would be spending
a lot more time home with his dad in the future.
Johnny's father had gotten some of his dead wife's
undergarments out of storage. Now he wondered how they
would look on Johnny.
Johnny might look very hot in his mom's bra and
panties. He might just keep Johnny that way around the
house all the time. Ready to fuck all the time.
Suddenly Johnny's father knew that he would be able to
drink less and get his life back on track. As long as
he had Johnny to take care of his sexual needs. Life
was good.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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