From: studboy <studboynrg@yahoo.com>

Subject: Betrayed By My Own Father: Chapter 1 My Life Destroyed

Betrayed By My Own Father: Chapter 1 My Life Destroyed

My life wasn't exactly normal, when I was four, my mother and father had divorced, because she wanted to live the single life. So she left my father and I, which as you can guess, mom and I never established a relationship, but father and I did. I remember me and dad used to do all kind of stuff together: sports, cool restaurants, movies. Dad was a mellow guy, easy to get along with, very masculine and handsome as fuck. God I loved my dads body, and I'd go nuts when he'd come out of the shower naked and let his balls air dry. I had always admired my dads body. So perfect in shape, as mine well I do other things to my body considering I was in a Drum corp. When standing next to my dad you would say I had way more muscles, but he had much more abs.

Anyway back to me at 4. As the years went on me and my father just seemed to be getting closer and closer in our father to son bond. I could talk about anything with him like sex, yah know stuff like that.

When I was 10 years old my dad came home dead drunk from a poker game him and his buddies had. He came into my room to kiss me goodnight (or so I thought) and instead he started to take off all his clothes and he climbed in bed with me.(We always slept with our cloths off, and during that time I was awake.) When his warm body rubbed against me it sent shivers down my back. So as he and I lay there I soon (him already asleep) feel asleep in my fathers arms. Couple of hours later I wake up to something slipping through my crack almost piercing through my hole. My father was trying to fuck me, and as I looked at him I clearly, I could see that he was fast asleep. Oh, it felt so good to hear him moaning, and to feel his 9 inch cock near my hole. From that day on I thought of nothing but my fathers cock, and prayed that someday I got the chance to play with it.

It has now been 8 years since that night with my daddy, and still I hadn't got what I prayed for. (My daddies cock) At this point in time, I am now 18 years old and about ready to hit College. This is where my life gets really fucked up.

My relationship with dad was fucking great as hell. Nothing had really changed. We still do the same old thing. wrestle, talk about sex, had I been with a girl (and yes I had been with a female, I'm not totally queer lol), etc...

Now its registration day for my first day at Berkeley, and before I left for the school, daddy gave me a good luck kiss. Which was pretty odd cause dad hardly ever gave me a kiss during the day, and he was acting extremely happy for the morning which just totally freaked me out.

I picked out my classes (required classes only) and spent the whole damn day there. >>>>>> (hours later) After spending my whole damn day at the school I headed home, and as soon as I pooled up to my drive way dad was in the front lawn cleaning up the lawn. So I told I'd help him. I walked into the house and the whole house was spick and span. Which hella freaked my ass out, because our cleaning day was on Friday, and it was Monday. I thought why did he clean the house. After staying there transfixed I heard dad say "hey kiddo you going to help me or not." I snapped out of it and went to change cloths.

After a couple of months went by it was now Winter Break (no school)December, and very cold in the North Bay Area of California. Drum Crop. practices are starting and I was one of the first marchers let on the squad. The practices are killer I drive to Santa Clara for practices from 8am to 9pm. (Vanguard Marching Band).

It was a typical day, but I noticed that dad was acting extremely weird again. So again I pay no attention to it.

After half a day of practice I drove home early, because I missed my daddy so much. The traffic was bad as usual, and I reached my house at 5pm. I pull up to the drive way, and notice a blue Acura not too far from our house. So right away I assumed it was a neighbors car. I sat in my car for a little bit to collect my back pack, and CD player. (which I put on and was listening to some disco house, and was listening full blast, so I couldn't hear a damn thing) I tried to open the front door which was surprisingly locked, because dad always leaves the door unlocked for me because he knows I'm dead tired at the end of the day. I unlock the door and head straight to my room, put my stuff down, as well as my CD player. A split second later I hear my father moaning, so right away I thought he was masturbating, so I went towards my fathers room, and the door was wide open with the lights on, and that's when I see another guy laying in bed with my father moaning heavily, and him moaning lightly. My mouth absolutely dropped to the floor, and at that moment my father started yelling.

"Oh Chase!"

"Your hole is so tight!"

"I'm so glad I'm the one that's fucking you."

"Not even my son makes me feel this good."

"Oh, awww!! Chase I love you!"

"I love you more than my own son mark, cuz your such a sweet boy."

"Will you be my new son.!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna CUM Chase."

"Oh yes Dr. Morales, cum inside me."

Another split second later I felt as if I was in a horror movie, and immediately felt as if there was a camera zooming into my face and the a short hallway transformed into this long endless room, it really had that effect on my mind, and when what I heard registered through my head. I backed up slowly, turned around went to my room, and got some stuff from it. (my money, credit cards, you name it) I headed straight out the door with tears running down my cheek, and as I was going to close the door. I SLAMMED THE FUCKING DOOR AS HARD AS I COULD! I got in my car and just sat there for not even one minute when my dad comes smashing through the front house door with nothing but a towel, and sees me in my car with a look of shock. I looked deep into his eyes, put the key in the ignition, and started it up, as he started to walk towards the car, and when he was about to get near the door I fucking peeled out of the drive way. He watched his son drive off not knowing where I was going. (which is what I was thinking)

I knew a lot of my dads family down here but he would go looking for me there so I decided to call my mom on my cell phone.(which is once and a great while) She told me her brother lived down south in Modesto, California, who would be glad to see me. ( I had been to Modesto because I have a very good friend who lived down there who I don't see much of because of his dying grandmother, and I knew my way very well around Mo.) So I went down there, and met up with my Uncle Frank, who had held me when I was 4 years old just before mom and dad divorced. Uncle Frank was a very talented musician who made a great living as a teacher, many people called him Dr. Lopez for that he had his PHD in music, and performing arts. Anyway, Uncle Frank is a big guy, built very well fucking cute as hell, and was a bear with silky black hair on his tummy and chest.

I got to his front door, and knocked he opened the door, and right away he said:

"Good Lord!"

"Mark!"

"Is that you, son!"

"Yes, sir"

"My God I haven't seen you in so long."

"How long has it been?"

"About 14 years uncle frank, I mean sir!"

"he he my god come here and give your uncle a hug, and kiss!"

He grabbed my shoulders brought me tight against his strong body and lightly kissed me on my lips. (felt great too) I felt a power of security, and very soon I wrapped my arms around him, and babyishly started crying and weeping. Uncle Frank pulled me away with a serious, warm, sweet look in his eye, and asked

"Why are you crying son."

"Did something happen to you."

"Come on in, and we can talk about it over some tea."

To Be Continued!!

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