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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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