Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2010 00:06:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Raj <whitecumonmyface@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drunk Dad and Only Son part 1

This is a fictitious story about sex between a father and his son. There is
also urination play between the two.  If such stuff offends you or you are
not of legal age in your country please do not read it. English is not my
first language and this is my second submission to nifty, so apologies in
advance if any mistakes were to be found.

I always welcome feedback and suggestions so feel free to email me at
whitecumonmyface@yahoo.com

Three years ago, my wife of 15 years left me for a man with money. She took
my money and the house and left me with nothing except a junk truck and a
13 year old kid. The later I had no idea how to handle with.

Within months after she left I began drinking up every penny that I had,
lost my accounting job and also gave up on any form of self care. It was
during this time that Billy took over the house duty. He took care of
meals, cleaning the trailer, taking care of me when I was drunk and others.
I on the other hand, did some odd jobs in the morning and drank at night
with my gambling buddies.

Three years gone by, and I now have a regular job as a construction worker.
Our day consist of Billy waking me up for work, and when I returned in the
evenings, he would have prepared a meal and after a game or two with my
buddies, I would head back drunk and Billy would help me to bed. He would
undress me to my boxers and sometimes would help me in the toilet to piss
or vomit.

One of those nights, I was pissed drunk and while undressing myself, I took
of my boxers along with my jeans and lay on the bed fully exposed. When I
briefly opened my eyes, I caught Billy looking at my cock. I started
yelling at him "Stop looking at my dick you fucking faggot, what is wrong
with you!!!" He ran off.

Three days have passed and when I was sober, I felt guilty about how I
treated him that night. The poor kid was probably wondering if he should
have put some boxers on me and I called my own son a faggot. I should have
apologized but I didn't. Fathers should never apologize to their offspring
according to my buddies.

One night, I drank a little too much and was drunk even before the fourth
round of poker so I had excused myself. Walking back, I had a big desire to
pee badly but since I was almost near home, I decided to do it in our
toilet. It was still early, and Billy would still be awake reading a book
or something. When I got near the trailer, I heard the voice of an adult
man in the trailer. I spied through the small opening in the paper covered
window and saw a black guy in his late twenties completely naked in the
trailer having his humongous cock sucked on by my only son.

I shouted that very instant, "What the fuck is going on!" And by the time I
got to the trailer door, the black man was running away stark naked holding
on to his clothes. I went in and saw Billy in a corner, naked and crying. I
screamed "You cocksucker! I knew it all along, You are a fucking
cocksucker, You piece of shit!" I threw a ashtray which hit his head, and
he started crying even louder. "You faggot, you fucking faggot, you are no
son of mine, you cocksucker!" I went over to him and repeatedly threw a
punch to which he defended with his arms. He still cried on, covering his
face in defense.

I knew of the only way to treat a queer cocksucker. I dragged him to the
toilet and pushed him to a corner. He is still covering his face in
defense. I told him to lift his arms away from his face or else I would
hurt him even more, and he did. He looked at me with tears in his
eyes. "You faggot, I am going to punish you for sucking cocks you queer
fuck." I undid my fly and let out soft dick, he looked at me confused and
afraid. I went closer and started pissing on him. I started my stream
directly to his face, then to the top of his head and back to his face,
right at the eyes and nose. He kept his eyes closed, held his breath and
clenched his lips together but after a while the need for oxygen caused him
to sigh for air and I shot my last drops into his mouth. He lay there in
the corner of the toilet, drenched in a pool of dark yellow beer stink
piss.

"That's it! That's what you get for sucking cocks. You get pissed on, you
dirty pig. Don't you ever let me catch you sucking cocks you shit faced
fag!" I zipped up and head to bed.

At three in the morning, I woke up half sober and remembered what had
happened. I had to piss so I went to the toilet to do so. To my surprise,
the boy had cleaned up the mess that I had made hours ago. I went to get a
can of cheap beer and went to check on Billy. There he was sleeping
peacefully on the couch in his red boxer shorts. He is small and his blond
hair has gotten too long that he could pass of as a women. There was not a
sight of hair in his face or body. His skin was so smooth and his small
body was underdeveloped. This was the first time I had noticed him in such
a way.

I went over and he still smelt of piss. I realized that he had taken the
trouble to clean the toilet but not himself. He still had dried piss all
over himself. He enjoyed it, the boy enjoyed his dads piss which was meant
to humiliate him. I remembered, he drank the piss I shot in his mouth
instead of spitting it out. I noticed there were some used tissue paper
under the couch and his boxers has a wet stain on it. The boy had jacked
off to his own dad pissing on him.  He loved his dads cock. I shall give it
to him. I spent three years without a women and God has given me my own son
to satisfy me.

The boy was still sleeping peacefully; I slowly removed my boxers and went
on the couch naked. I put my left knee just to the side of his left
shoulder and my right leg still to the ground. I bent down and my cock and
balls went closer to his face. He let a couple of deep breaths out onto my
soft cock. I took it and slowly rubbed the wet head on his lips. Right to
left and Left to right. He was still fast asleep. I pulled down his jaw and
placed my soft cock into my 16 year old faggot son wet mouth. He started
sucking on it naturally like he would do his mothers tits. I started to
grow inside of him, and thrusted deeper till my rough pubes were rubbing on
his nose.

His eyes shot wide open in confusion and amazement at the same time. He
wakes up to find his own fathers cock in his mouth. The very cock that gave
him life. He could do nothing but continue sucking. I pulled his head up
till he was sitting on the couch as I stood on it with my crotch right at
his face and my cock buried in my son's throat. I thrusted in and out. He
sucked passively, afraid, confused and turned on all at once. In and out I
went as I moaned louder each time I filled up his throat. I held the back
of his head with my left hand and fixed myself to the top of the trailer
with my right, continued skull fucking my own son. And then it happened, I
creamed deep in his throat while moaning loudly. So deep that he could not
gag it out and was forced to drink his dad's own cum from the same balls
that were used to make him.

He removed the soft cock out of the boy's mouth and stepped down from the
couch. He could not look at his Billy with his eye and began putting his
boxer short back on. His son had a massive boner through his short. With a
soft murmur, he told his son, "If you are gonna be a cocksucker, you would
have to suck on daddies cock from now onwards. This is how you have to
thank me for giving you life and raising you."

Billy replied with a "Yes sir"

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