Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 15:23:15 -0700 From: Kinky subforty Subject: Dad's faggot This is a true story. i sat at my computer in just a short robe and underwear. It was 1am and i was bait in a trap. My Father was likely to head to the bathroom soon and pass by the open doorway to my small home office. If all went well, He would be standing there in his saggy, white cotton briefs, (his sleepwear) and He would ask me, "What'cha doing?" i don't know how a man whom i have never met can't have such a sway over me. Since i started chatting with my online Master, He has gotten me to do thing i would never have imagined that i could do. He has a way of reading my fears and fancys and then planting seeds in my pysche that grow even when He isn't there. He knows He can put some perverted thought in my head and I won't be able to shake it free. He said that i should store my piss in bottles and shower with it. So i did it. He said He should have my address, my work address, and my boss's name, so that He would have 'leverage' to get me to 'do things'. i knew He meant blackmail and i held out as long as i could. But the idea gnawed at my brain and i eventually gave Him the info. Then He learned that my Parents were going to come visit me. He had already figured out my submissive's Father-Fixation. He kept goading me about what it would be like to blow my own father. He said i owed it to the man who created me to be His slut. Dad couldn't be proud of me as a man, so he ought to be able to enjoy me as a fag. Master's tentacles of perversion wrapped around my nerves. I was hooked. My parents get the guest-bedroom when they visit. It has no bathroom so when Dad needs to pee in the middle of the night, which He does often, He has to walk past my small office which as no door. Work often has me up late at night. It was the perfect opportunity for a seduction. My parents have known that i was gay for a lot of years, but the last thing i wanted was for my Mother to find out. i don't think she would like to share her man with her son. But first groundwork had to be layed. i found opportunities to wear shorts, rub His back, kiss His cheek, and compliment His well-proportioned bare-feet. i even got down and touched His feet 'to study' the tan-line left by His sandals. Such physical contact was strange for our family. The next day, i was rubbing His back and told Him what a Sexy man He is. Then in the afternoon, while my Mother was in another room reading, i spoke to Dad about blowjobs! The first time i had ever spoken to Him about sex in my life. He was saying how their apartment complex in Hawaii had just given someone the job of blowing the leaves. "A blowjob?", i said. He laughed and say "yes". "You still like blowjobs?", i asked? Pause. "yeah," He said quietly. "i like giving blowjobs," i said. This is the first time i had ever told Him about what i do sexually. i touched His arm. Laying my hand on His crotch would have been better but i couldn't quite do it. He gave His 'I'm nervous' laugh and stepped away. So i sat at my computer that night. Bait in a trap. i was wearing a short silk robe and pink cotton panties. i didn't know if i should act and dress like a normal guy or go a bit fem to appeal to his heterosexuality. i finally decided that if it all failed at least I would get to remember the thrill of fagging out in front of my father. He got up almost on queue. He looked wonderful in just His white briefs. His skin is bronzed by the Hawaiian sun where they live. His fat, hairy belly was totally exposed. He scratched His belly as He walked into my room and asked if i was still working. i had my robe open and my panties exposed. i said that i wasn't working and invited Him over to see. He had to stand beside me to see my computer screen. i had a video up of a girl giving a guy a blow job. i barely had to bend forward to kiss His belly. i cupped His large balls in my hand and stuck my fingers the leg opening of His briefs to touch his dick inside. He was puffy, but not hard. Touching His dick scared Him. He pulled back and stared down at me with His runny, sleepy eyes. i don't know if He could see my panties, even with their wide, lacy waistband. He just when back into his bedroom without saying anything. i suggested a trip to the hardware store the next day. Mom agreed that it sounded like a guy-thing and said she would rather stay home with her novel. Dad agreed to go but His nervousness told me He knew we weren't going to the store. i drove to a nearby bird-sanctuary and hiking area. It was sure to be deserted and was. i parked and shot my hand straight into my Father's crotch. "Your Mother can't find out," He said. "i know," i replied and started to kiss His neck as i rubbed His dick firmly thru His pants. He let out a moan. i unzip His fly and unbuckled His pants. He eagerly pushed His trousers down to his ankles as He sat there in the front seat of my car. i pulled back His white briefs and stared at His dick for the first time since i saw it as a kid at the Pool's locker-room shower. It was fat and uncut, like mine. It wasn't as brown as the rest of His skin. My Dad isn't the kind of man to go without a suit to get an all-over tan. But He is the kind of man to wear the skimpiest suit he can get away with. A forest of white pubic hair sat above His dick. "I can't get hard," He said, as i took His dick in my hand and started to run my tongue under the long foreskin. "i know," i said. Since His surgery for prostate cancer, i had assumed He might have difficulties. But it didn't matter. He was still a hot man to me. "It still feels good?" i asked, before i peeled back His foreskin with my lips so that I could suck on His dickhead. "Oh, Yes," he said. He leaned His head back and closed his eyes. He place his hands on my head to guide my head up and down in the tempo that He wanted. For maybe 20 minutes, i bobbed up and down on His soft, fat shaft. i was leaking tons of precum into my own pants. But I never got a chance to pull my own trousers down, so i never got a chance to show Him the lavender silk panties i was wearing. It was going so well that i was afraid of spoiling it by reminding Him of how much of a faggot i real was. i didn't know what image He was seeing with His closed eyes that allowed Him to enjoy my blowjob so much. He eventually came. Sort of. A thin, watery sperm spilled out into my mouth and i swallowed it. He was obviously tired, so I rubbed my own dick a little bit and came in my pants. i sat up and He dressed and we drove home. My Master was more than proud of what a cheap tramp He had made of me. He was just upset that i didn't have pictures of the event to send to Him. He thought the least i could do to make it up to Him was to write about it so that others could read it.