Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 19:20:02 -0600
From: justwriting@soniq.org
Subject: Dad Comes at Night

Author's Note:
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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... 

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I've been having sex since I was 12. Most guys would think that's awesome,
but maybe not if they knew how it came about. I'm 16 now, and I've probably
do it about 300 times. I'm gay, but even if I weren't, it wouldn't have
mattered. My Dad's been coming to my room for years.

The day after my mom left, my dad changed. We live out on route 63, 10
miles south of the nearest town. For as long as I can remember, it was just
the three of us. Mom would wake up and do the house chores, make food,
etc. Dad would go to the factory, come home, eat, hit the TV, and
sleep. It's how it always was. What I didn't know, was that my Mom was only
there because of a shotgun wedding. Dad got her knocked up with me, and
there was some back-woods obligation. What I didn't know was that my Mom
had been saving up for years to get out of town. One day, she was gone. I
was 12.

"Well, Joey, looks like you're gonna have to pick up the slack around
here." My dad wasn't one for words. He was to the point. "You're momma left
us, and I can't have this house go to shit. You're the new wife around
here."

I was fine with that. I had already started to learn how to cook in school,
and Mom made me do the dishes and soe of the laundry already. For a few
months, things were very simple. I go to school, come home, do some
chores. Make a dinner, watch TV with Dad, go to bed. I had learned how to
jerk off by that point, so I was also making that a daily habit.

One night, in the middle of a eyes-tightly-closed session with my left hand
and my junk, I heard the door burst open. Dad was standing there, bottle of
beer in his hand. "Hey, slugger! Dad needs some help. " He was very drunk,
and since mom left, I knew to steeer clear of him when he was in that
state. I covered up quickly as he stumbled over to my bed.

He was just wearing his boxers, a common state for him at this hour. I
could smell the liquor from him. He plopped onto my bed, and yanked off my
covers. "Ahh, shit, you're pulling yer pud!" He laughed.

I tried to cover up again, but he had threw most of the blankets on the
floor. "Now, Joey, I can tell you know what sex is, and your Dad hasn't
gotten none since Ma left. I think, as the new wife, I'm gonna need to
break ya in."

He dropped the beer and reached for my head, yanking me to his chest. I
pulled back from him, but his grip got tighter. "I said, your the new
wife. You're gonna need to let your husband have his marital duty!"

I started to fight him, but his strong build from the factory held me in
place. With one arm, he had me locked aginst his chest, and with the other,
his fished out his cock from his fly. There, not 6" from my face, was his
cock. It was thick and veiny, uncut and getting hard. He started to jerk on
it a bit, and I could smell a musky odor.

"Your ma never liked to suck on it, but that's gonna be different with
you. You're gonna open your mouth, and you're gonna suck on it till I
nut. And you best cover your teeth." He pointed his dick at my face, and
started to push my head down. I twisted and turned, not understanding any
of this.

He started to get angry, and yanked at my hair. I was already a pretty thin
guy; I didn't have huge muscles, and I took more after my mom than him. I
had been letting it grow over the years, and I had very soft features, so I
guess I kind of reminded him of Mom. His fist had hold of my scalp, and he
pulled my face up to his. "Look, I ain't got my dick fucked in a long time
- well before your momma left. She knows I ain't into pussy, and ain't no
guys round here to fuck. So you're gonna be my new wife. I know you perv at
the farm hands down the road, and I know you got that homo magazine under
your bed. Best keep this in the family. Not like you got a choice."

With that, he pushed my head back down to his cock. I kept my mouth shut as
he shoved upward. That was a mistake. I felt I hard punch to my skull, and
for a minute, I saw stars. Not wanting that again, I opened my
mouth. "Watch your fucking teeth, boy!" he commanded. He yanked again on my
hair, and started to pump in and out of my mouth.

He was right, though. I did lust after the guys down the road. They were
all 16, perfectly tan, shirtless farm boys. They would horse around on the
hay bails, and play football in the field. As for the porn mag, it wasn't a
gay one. It was just some men's clothing catalog I ordered from the back of
a fitness magazine. Trust me, it was enough, with the sexy underwear and
perfect bodies.. my 12 year old 4" cock was plenty happy with it.

But now, thingfs were different. Dad was rough. He pushed his 7" deep into
my mouth, and I coudln't handle it. I spat and gagged on it, but he didn't
care. He controled my head, slapping me everytime my teeth scraped him. His
tight grip on my hair and deep shoves at my throat was causing me to cry. I
could barely breathe, and my pushing on his legs didn't have any
effect. His grip only got tighter.

"Joey, get ready!" He held my head hard, and he got perfectly still. His
cock pulsed twice and then my mouth was filled with his cum. Volley after
volley of cum shot over my tounge and teeth. He pulled back, and his cum
hit my lips and some went up my nose. I sputtered and choked. He pushed me
back, jerked his cock a few more times and stood up. I was now on the
floor, trying to wipe off the load he covered me with.

My dad grabbed his beer off the dresser, pulled his cock back into his
boxers and headed to the door. "Tomorrow, you had better be able to
swallow. And if you scrape your fucking teeth again, you're gonna get it."

He turned off the light, leaving me in the dark. I started to cry. Until
now, my Dad never touched me. No hugs, no kiss good night, nothing. We were
just to guys sharing a house. Now, suddenly, I was his 'wife'? Sure, I had
gentle features. Sure, I took care of the house. But, he never even so much
as raised a hand to me. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to run away. My jaw,
my hair, and my face was still feeling the sting of his rough
treatment. But, then, why was I hard as a rock? Did I... like it? I mean, I
fantasized all the time about sex with a guy. It was all I could think
about. And he just gave me that. But, my own daddy?

It was all so confusing. I craweled into bed, cum still on my face. 6am
would come very quick.

In the morning, not a word was spoken of the incident. I got dressed and
ready for schoool, then went to make breakfast as always. Dad came into the
kitchen, wearing his normal work overalls and holding the daily paper. I
plated up the eggs and bacon, and he read the paper as usual. When we were
finished, I took the plates from the table, to rinse them. I had a
pre-arranged ride with the Smiths to get a ride to school, so I had to
clean up before they stopped by. While I was at the sink, Dad came up
behind me.

He put a hand at my hip, and gripped against my neck. I dropped the plates
into the sink and froze. "Joey. Last night, and everything else, NEVER
happened. You tell anyone about anything, and you'll get much worse than
some dick from your old man. You got it?"

I nodded. I wasn't going to tell anyone. his hand went from my neck, up to
my mouth. I could taste the salty soap from his hands as he slid a finger
along my tounge. "And work on covering those teeth."

I went to school that day in a daze. What was happening? How did he change
so much? I didn't dare tell anyone. I knew I was stuck, and I didn't want
to get him mad. Over lunch, I practiced wrapping my lips over my teeth. A
couple of my friends looked at me funny, but I didn't care. I hadn't been
in trouble much, but the few times I defied my father, I paid for it. He
had a belt that he wasn't afraid to whip me with. I even bled once. I won't
have that again.

When I got home that night, I made dinner for us, and resolved to please
him. I cleaned my room. I vacuumed the floor and the hall. I even had time
to scrub down the bathroom. He came home, and I think he noticed. After his
stop in the bathroom, he changed into his boxers and came to the table for
dinner. He was in a good mood, and a clean house helped.

"You did a good job, Joey. Place looks real nice." He smiled, leaning in
his chair. I put some food on his plate, like always, and sat down to
eat. He stared at me for a bit, not eating. I looked back at him. I hadn't
said a word to him the whole day, short of a nod, that I would be a good
wife. I was learning that was what he wanted, and for some reason, I was
starting to be ok with that.

"Son, stand up." I did as I was told, and he leaned forward. He pulled me
toward him, and spun me around a bit. I was wearing my normal shorts and
t-shirt, with regular briefs on. "From now on, when you are home, I want
you in a jock. nothing else."

I blinked. "Starting NOW." He pushed me toward the stairs. "Strip naked,
right now, and go get your jock. From the time you get home until you
change for school, I want you in man's clothes. I don't need to see your
jollies bouncing around, but I want to see my wife's body."

I was confused. He wanted me to be his wife, but was calling me his son,
and a man. I had no choice, regardless. I pulled off my shirt, and dropped
my shorts. I turned to take off my underwear, and picked them up. I
contemplated this new situation as I rummaged through my drawer. Where was
my jock? Oh, no. It was in my locker at school. What am I going to do?

I came back to the table, and my Dad looked me up and down. I had my hands
cupped in front of my dick, and he pulled back from his chair. "I told ya,
I don't want you naked."

My first words to him since last night, and they had to be bad news. "Dad,
I uh, only have one jock, and it's at school for gym class." I looked down,
and I could tell he was upset. But, he was still my dad, and he knew that I
was being honest.

"Ok, boy. Here's the deal. Tomorrow, you stop by the general store and pick
up another one. For now, you be naked. Don't hid nothin', I've seen it
all. You're my boy, and ain't no shame in what you got."

For the first time, I felt a warmth from him. He was so mean last night,
but maybe that was just the liqour? Maybe he was just lonely and horny. I
sat back down, and we finished dinner in silence. It was such a new thing
being naked in the house. Mom had never let us do anything like that, and
it felt freeing. I got more and more comfortable as the night went by, and
at 930, I went to bed. He didn't come to my room that night, and I slept
like a baby.

I woke up to a sunny Friday morning. I went down to make some cereal, and
Dad was already at the table. on Friday, he went to work early, so he was
already set to leave. I was naked, as he had commanded. He looked over his
paper, saw my walking around naked, and smiled. I did well!

The day went by like usual. I dressed, hit school, then stopped for the
jock. They had 3 versions, so i got the Bike brand, with the wide band, and
no cup. I didnt' think I would need it. Immediately getting home, I
stripped down and put on the jock. Dad wouldn't be home until late, as he
had bowling tonight. I makde a small dinner of mac and cheese, and fell
asleep on the couch. I heard Dad's old diesel roll up, and sputter to a
halt. I popped off the tv, and went up to my room, falling asleep right
away.

Dad came into my room a little after midnight. Bowling with his buddies
always came with drinking, and I knew what might be coming. He walked over
to my bed, and grabbed my hair. I opened my mouth and let him shove his
dick inside. I had been practicing my teeth covering, and I think it
worked. In less than 5 minutes, he was pulsing his seed into my
mouth. Without a word, he pulled up his pants and left my room.

For three weeks, this was how it went. He would drink, come to my room, use
my mouth, and go to bed. I had come to expect it, and event enjoy getting
him to cum. After a while, I even figured out the tricks to make him cum
faster. But apparently that wasn't enough.

Sundays, we always went to church. We got dressed in our special sunday
clothes. I put on regular underwear, and was just putting on my belt, when
dad came in my room. "What are you wearing?" He asked.

"Huh? It's Sunday. I always wear this to church?" I said, slightly puzzled.

He sort of looked me up and down. "You wearing your jock?"

"No, Daddy.." Was I supposed to? Is this a new rule?

"From now on, you wear it all the time. Strip and change." I started to
take down my pants, and he walked over to my dresser. He pulled out all of
my underwear, waiting for the ones I was wearing now. I handed them over,
and reached under my bed for my jock. He left me to get dressed again,
taking all of my underwear with him.

we went to church, and I found sitting there very difficult. Everytime I
wore my jock, I knew I was gonna suck my dad. In my mind, I had associated
it. It made me hard, over and over. I couldn't help it. As quietly and
discretely as possible, I tried to adjust myself to stop poking up. The
linen pants I was wearing didn't help hide it, and my Dad took notice. He
leaned down, mid-way through the service. "Joey. Bathroom. Now."

I got up quietly and headed to the restroom. When I wsa about to lock the
door behind me, dad pu his hand up and pushe the door open. He came in with
me, his face all red. "You think it's proper to get wood in the house of
the lord!"

I shook my head and tried to explain. "Daddy, the jock gets me all wired
up. Usually the jock means you're gonna squirt me..."

He slapped my face. "Don't you ever talk about that, especially in Church!"
I watched as he undid his belt. "I'm gonna have to fix you and teach ya all
at once. Drop the drawers, Joey."

I tried to plead with him. "Daddy, please, don't beat me here. I promise
I'll do better!" But he wasn't listening.

"Joey, drop em, turn around, and brace yourself against that sink." I did
as he asked, and put my head down. I was expecting a whack from the belt,
but instead, I heard it drop to the floor. Then I saw Dad do something
odd. He reached past me to the soap, and pumped some of the liquid out. He
took it behind him and with his other hand, covered my mouth.

"This ain't how I wanted it to be, but my wife needs to learn to respect
Jesus' house." and with that, he pushed his dick against my ass. I felt the
slick soap on my cheeks, and his grip got tight on my mouth. His cock hit
the mark, and he pushed in. He was slow, but steady. I could feel my ass
stretching around him, and my screams were easily muffled into his
hands. He pumped into me, the soap making a squishy sound as it slid across
my hole.

"You. Will. Learn. Not. To. Think. Of. Sex. In. Church." With each word, he
thrust into my hole. I cried, my muffled whimpers and tears hitting the
sink. He was getting close, I could tell, and with another few pumps, he
had unloaded in me. Yanking my hair, he forced me to look in the mirror. He
stood behind me, and watched my face as he pulled out of me. I felt the
soap and cum drip on my leg. "Now, you're my wife. I've bred you with my
baby juice. You're mine forever. That bitch mother of yours is shit. You
are mine forever. You got that?" I nodded. "Now, clean your ass up, and
lets go home. I'm gonna breed you proper tonight."

My Dad fucked me almost 4 times a week for the next several years. While my
buddies at school were all getting turned down by the few girls worthy of
fucking, I was getting laid constantly. I never told them that, of course.

When I was 19, Dad had a stroke, and his body couldn't really do much. His
health dwindled even more after than, and soon, he didn't have a fire for
living anymore. He told me I was on my own, but that he loved me. I sold
the house, and used the money to move into the city. Today, I don't get
fucked. I met a boy named Chris, who likes to be treated like a dog. An
actual dog. He eats out of a bowl, and pisses in our back yard. I sucks my
dick almost every night for dessert, and I fuck him anytime I want. Just
like my Daddy.


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