Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 16:47:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Dan Subject: Fag for Dad 2 This story is a work of fiction between a Dad and his son. If you're not old enough to read adult material, please leave now! Fag for Dad Part 2 "Those, pussyboy, are called poppers. They're going to make my lessons a bit easier. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. You're my son and I love you but I'm going to get my fuckin' nut, boy, and you're gonna learn how to make Daddy cum." I didn't know what he meant. Cum? My head was still spinning and I knew I was making Dad happy, so I really didn't care all that much what "cum" was supposed to be. Dad was still running his fingers through my hair, calling me all kinds of names but his tone was so caring and romantic. I felt like I was floating, snuggling up to Dad's hairy body, his big furry belly gently caressing my smooth stomach, I could almost feel Dad entering my mind. I was naked and laid bare before him, and it felt good! Suddenly I felt something wet on my cheek. "Faggot!" Daddy yelled. I was more than a little scared by that point. My heart was going like a jackhammer from the bottle anyway, but suddenly Dad had a very cruel glint in his eye and an evil smirk that made his beard look a bit lopsided. Then I realized: Dad just SPIT on me! I felt so ashamed, and worse, my little dick was getting even harder. "Fucking pussyboy!" he yelled again, this time pulling my hair and tilting my head so I could look him in the eye. "You're gonna fucking learn now!" And he sort of peeled me down his chest so I was looking right at his jockstrap. It was kind of yellowish and smelled pretty bad, but I couldn't tell what he smelled like and what was in that bottle. "Lick the jockstrap," he said. He was still pulling my hair and moving my head all over. I knew damn well I better do as he said. His cock was getting harder and harder and I was losing myself in a haze of lust, smells and humiliation. He spread his legs a bit. It was really odd. Here he was in complete control, dominating me into licking his stinky jockstrap, but when he spread his legs for me a bit, he seemed almost vulnerable. Almost. This is the man that made me, I thought. My place is right at his cock. I didn't know what cum was but I knew babies had something to do with a penis and a pussy. The details were a bit sketchy, but I knew he wanted me He pulled my hair again, pulling my head to look into his eyes. The big brown orbs filled me with awe. I was so small and he was my Dad. Over and over all I could think was how much of a pussy I had become, and how much of a fag Dad was going to make me. He suddenly became gentle again, I could tell by the way his eyes switched. His whole vibe changed. He caressed my cheek with his big hairy hand and stuck his thumb to my lips. "Suck my thumb, boy. Daddy's going to teach you how to suck cock. You're gonna be Daddy's cocksucker. Suck on my thumb like a Popsicle. The one thing you gotta remember is don't use your teeth. If you do that, Daddy's gonna get mad. You don't want Daddy to get mad at you, do you, son?" "No, Dad," I said, my voice trembling. I wanted to make sure he was happy. Maybe if I made him happy enough he wouldn't go on the long hauls and leave me alone with Aunt Anne. I always got so lonely when he was gone. If he HAD to be gone a long time, maybe, if I worked really hard and listened to his lessons, he could take me with him. I didn't want my heart to break again. I fucking HATE saying good bye to him. I never know if he's going to come back. I said good bye to Mom one day and she never came back, I just didn't want that to happen to my Dad. Tears started to well up in my eyes. "Awww sweetie. Don't cry. Shh shh shh, just suck on Daddy's thumb." He dried my eyes and with his moist thumb he kind of wet my lips like chap stick. "Now keep sucking, that's it. Keep sucking my thumb. This is practice. Suck harder and move your tongue around. Ooh yeah, boy. Fag for Dad. That's what you are." Still between his legs, he moved the pouch of the jockstrap aside a little bit. Dad's big balls and big cock were SO HAIRY! I couldn't believe it! He had so much hair all over his body. I hoped with all my heart I'd grow up to be a big hairy real man like my Dad. "Yeah, son. I knew you'd like all Daddy's hair. Keep sucking on my thumb boy and don't you dare take your eyes off my cock and balls. If you do, I'll fucking make you regret it!" With his right hand he adjusted the jock a bit more and spread his hairy legs. I suddenly knew what they meant when they said "built like a brick shithouse". Dad was big and broad and such a MAN! I felt real lucky to be getting lessons from him like this. "Now son, this has to be our secret. Do you understand? If you ever tell anyone about this, they'll come take me away, and you'll never see me again. You don't want that do you?" he took his thumb out of my mouth just long enough for me to emotionally choke out a no, then pulled my face to his balls. "Lick Dad's balls now, son. That's where you came from. Right here in Daddy's big furry nuts. You're going to need a lot of Daddycum to help you grow up right. Inhale," he said and I was floating a foot out of my body again. In between having one of his nuts in my mouth (I tried real hard but I couldn't get them both in) I moaned out, "Oh Dad! I want to be just like you when I grow up!" I heard him sight and stole a glance at his face. If I didn't know better he was wiping away a tear! "Dad! I love you so much!" "Keep licking, faggot. Keep licking where you came from. I made your faggot ass and I'm going to keep on shaping you. Now, boy, here we go for the REAL start of the lesson. Remember how you were sucking on my thumb? Now you're gonna suck on Daddy's cock. It's a lot bigger and a lot thicker. Don't use your teeth." He took his head in my hands and looked deep into my eyes. I swear to god that man could read my mind! Then he moved me a bit, more centered in between his legs and he adjusted the way he was sitting. "Time to suck my cock. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He pushed the head of my cock to my waiting tongue and I tasted something sweet. Was THAT cum? I doubted it, but I knew Dad would tell me. "Precum," he said, simply. "You'll get Dad's load of cum soon enough," and guided my head down a bit more. "Start sucking, you little queer!" Uhoh, he was getting mean again. This man was playing my heart like a violin! I got the head of his cock into my mouth and started sucking like it was his thumb. He was liking it, moaning the way he did. Then he moved my head down a bit more. It was REAL big and I was having trouble breathing. I started choking a bit and my eyes were watering, but I loved the feel of the veins against my tongue, and he tasted so good! He had a musky odor from his hair and the precum was very sweet. Dad moved my head up, allowing me to breathe through my nose. I was starting to get stuffed up like I had a cold, but he told me to inhale. Oh that bottle! I loved it. "Now, cocksucker, take a deep breath through your nose." I did as I was told. When my lungs were full to capacity, he pushed my head down past where I choked before. I couldn't believe it! I had more of Dad's hard hairy cock in my mouth! Then me moved my head up again, I took another deep breath and got ready to go down one more time. This time he bucked his hips up and I could feel my nose buried in his cock hair! I had all Dad's cock inside me! "OH YEAH, FAGGOT! DADDY'S GONNA FUCKIN' RAPE YOUR THROAT NOW!" He was bucking his hips and slamming my face down into his hairs over and over. I was breathing with the rhythm Dad set up, and I knew I would love to be Dad's faggot cocksucker forever! "Fuckin' my son's mouth, fuckin' my son's mouth, fuckin' my son's mouth," he panted. Over and over he said it. It was drilling into my skull, dominating my thoughts. He was fucking my mouth, I was his cocksucker. His big hairy balls were slapping my chin so I reached up and held them in my hand. Just like he told me, this is where I came from. I knew I had to prove to him I could be his special son. I loved him so much, I didn't want his nuts to be uncomfortable. "Oh shit yeah, boy! Play with your Daddy's nuts. Roll `em around in your hand. So fuckin' big, so fuckin' hairy, so fuckin' full of cum for you. Yeah, pussyboy! Tug on `em gently a bit. YEAH! Daddy knew you'd be a god damn good cocksuckin' fagboy. You're a fuckin' natural and Daddy's gonna have some plans for you. First I gotta break you in. You're gonna have to be an extra special pussy for Dad. Can you do that for me? Huh? Gonna be Daddy's extra special fag?" He kept on fucking my face. His hairs around his cock would tickle my nose from time to time, but I spent my energy and focus on the big cock in my mouth and the low hanging balls in my hand. They were so big and warm and furry. He smelled so good. I knew I was a lucky boy to have Dad let me do this for him. Suddenly his breathing shifted a bit, and he pulled my head up, still fucking my mouth. My forehead was about level with his belly button and the speed of this thrusts increased. He started panting and the sweat was really rolling off him. I could barely breathe but I knew I had to make Dad happy. I knew I had to be a good fag for Dad. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm fuckin' rapin' your pussymouth now faggot!" he bellowed, and spit on my face again. I don't know why that turned me on so much but I guess I was well on the way to being addicted to Dad's sweat and spit and precum. I knew he was getting more and more excited and I wondered if this was what happened when a man cums. "Faggot, Dad's gonna cum now. Dad's gonna fuckin' cum down your throat. You want my seed, honey? You gonna carry Dad's seed around inside you? Daddy's going to give you probably one of the biggest loads he's ever shot. This one is bigger than the load that made you. Faggot, daddy's gonna shoot a big load and don't you DARE spill a drop. Daddy's seed will make you a big strong boy but you're going to have to swallow everything that comes out of Daddy's pussy fuckin' cock. You ready to make Daddy proud, son? Huh? You fuckin' ready?" I couldn't help myself and moaned. I was getting mouth raped by my Dad, panting and sweating and swearing like the nasty trucker he is, and something set him off. Maybe it was the vibration of my throat with his pussy fucker in me, but he pulled my hair real hard and had me look up to him again. I love my Dad. I love looking up to him and damn it, I want him to be proud of me! "YEAH FAGGOT! Here comes Daddy's cum. Swallow it, but don't break eye contact. Stare into my eyes while I pump you full of my seed, son! Come on! Come on! Make your Daddy cum! Use your mouth and make Daddy cum! OH SHIT YEAH SON! YEAH!" I was lost in his eyes when suddenly his cock got even bigger in my mouth and there was a quick splash of something hot in my mouth. Oh my god! Dad is cummming! Dad is cumming in my mouth! It tasted so good. It kept on shooting over and over again. I did my best but some of it leaked out of the sides of my mouth. Daddy saw it and got a bit of a mean look in his eye. He was still shooting and pushed my head all the way down his cock. He was shooting his load directly into my stomach and I got very dizzy, then I fell asleep. I don't know how long it was sleeping, not long, because Dad's dick was still hard in my throat in and still leaking his seed. I had taken my very first load of Dad's cum! He pulled me off his cock, which was leaking a bit now, so I lapped it up and he pulled me up the bed to lay down with my head in the crook of his arm. His super hairy armpits were almost matted down with sweat and he turned me on my side, facing him. "Did I do a good job, Dad?" I needed to be his good boy so much. My heart beat fiercely with the feelings I had for him. "Yeah, son, you got Daddy's seed real good. I'm so proud of you, boy." I don't know why I couldn't ever seem to control myself around him but I broke into tears. Dad held me close to his chest and in a very low voice said, "Yeah, honey, just cry. Just let it out. Daddy's here and you made me so proud. Such a good boy you are. Yes, shhhh. You're ok. Dad's got you right here in his arms and there's so much more I've got to teach you. I'm going to be here as much as I can when you're crying. You can't help it, you're a fag. It's ok, though. You're a fag for Dad." Thanks to everyone who have emailed me. I sure appreciate the overwhelmingly positive feedback. Stay tuned for part 3.