Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 08:16:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Cooper <josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com>
Subject: HOMOgenized / Dad's Wrath Part One  / Incest

HOMOgenized

By

Josh Cooper

Dad's Wrath

It was just as I expected when dad arrived home, he was livid when he saw
my face.

"What the hell happened to you," he asked, looking at my shiner.

I knew that I had a choice to make, tell the truth to him or I could lie
through my teeth and pray that he would not find out. I chose the first.

"Uncle Andy hit me, dad," I said, hanging my head.

"I'll be right back," was all he said and left the room.

I knew that he was pissed, it was in his eyes. That was one thing that dad
could never hide from me, his anger, it always showed in his eyes and today
it was showing. Several minutes later he returned with a VHS tape in his
hands.

"Family room...now," he ordered and I followed him quietly into the room,
where he turned on the TV, put the tape into the VCR and pushed the play
button.

As we sat side by side on the sofa, the tape came to life and I saw Uncle
Andy come into my room and over to my bed. I listened to him as he tried to
get me to fuck with him and I refused. Dad watched as he forced himself on
me and raped me, hitting me violently in the face to quiet me as he
forcibly fucked me. We both listen and watch in horror as he threatened me
to keep quiet about it when he got up, hit me again and then left alone
until I finally ran from the room.

"I told you that I would know son," dad said getting up and looking down at
me.

"You didn't trust me, did you," I asked, shocked and hurt that dad could
feel like this about me.

"I totally trusted you and your word, son. I did not trust that snake of an
ex brother-in-law," he said and left the room.

I knew where he was going before I heard the door to the basement bang
open. He was going hunting for my uncle and God help the man when dad found
him. Five minutes later dad was back in the room, madder then when he had
left.

"He's moved out," he said. "All of his things are gone," he added.

"It's better this way dad, I was afraid of what you would have done to
him," I told him.

"I would have killed him for what he did to you," he told me and I believed
him.

"Dad let it go, I have. Just be thankful that he never told anyone about
us, I could not take knowing that you were in prison for what I wanted with
you," I said.

"I'll get my revenge someday sweetie, or else he'll get his," dad said,
pulling me up and into his arms. "I don't ever want you thinking that I
don't trust you, for there is no one that I trust more than you, Danny," he
said, ending his words with tears and a kiss.

As dad hugged me, I knew that this was not the end of it. I knew that he
would never rest until he saw justice done for what my uncle did to me. It
was one thing to have consensual sex, but rape and a beating that was
totally a different matter to dad.

Well time passed and my bruises healed as did dad's anger. I knew that even
though his anger abated it still stewed just below the surface. Dad was and
always had been a man that sought justice for those that had been wronged,
and I had been wronged in his mind. He was a man that never forgot... not
ever.

Weeks passed and we had gone to a local farmers market to get some
vegetables and see what crafts the area artisans had for sale when we
spotted Uncle Andy. He was following a this family who had a boy of about
eleven or twelve with golden blond hair, just the kind of boy that caught
his attention.

"There's the pervert," dad whispered to me as he pulled me aside, not
wanting my uncle to see us. "Look at him, hoping to catch that boy apart
from is family just like he did you that summer," he added with hatred in
his voice.

I knew what he meant, my uncle had molested me, even though I was gay, he
had forced himself on me that summer. I had been just one of many of my
cousins and other boys that he had molested over the years and now he had
his eyes set on this boy. I knew how he worked, he would wait for the boy
to wander away and then he would pounce on him, taking him to a place where
he would molest him.

Dad and I stealthily followed my uncle, watching from the shadows as Andy
watched for the boy to separate himself from his family. Finally the boy
did just as my uncle wanted him to do, he pointed over to an exhibit and
told his parents, who were busy looking at some pottery that he would be
just a few exhibits away. Absently, his father nodded, holding up a large
vase and moving it around so that he could get a better look at it. The boy
hurried away, with my uncle hot on his tail and when he stopped to look at
the homemade kites, my uncle began talking to the boy.

"I have some just like these in my car," we heard him tell the boy and the
boy looked up at him. "The thing is, they won't let me sell them here
because they don't think they are good enough," he added.

"What's wrong with them," the boy innocently asked.

"That's the thing, there is nothing wrong with them, do you want to see and
see for yourself," my uncle asked. "If you think that they are just as good
as these are, I'll give you the pick of them to keep," he promised and the
boy's eyes grew large with anticipation.

"Sure mister," he said and when my uncle offered him his hand, he took it,
willingly walking away with my uncle.

"You wait here son, I am going to follow him," dad told me and began to
walk away.

"No dad, I am in this just as much as you are," I said and dad nodded,
knowing that to argue would only cost him time.

We followed my uncle and instead of heading toward the parking lot, he was
leading the boy to into the woods. I knew as well as my dad did that my
uncle was going to do more than molest the boy. We had heard the family
whispers through the years about him and his sinful ways, but no one could
ever prove it.

We knew that time was of the essence as we made our way into the thick
forest. For a while we lost sight of my uncle, because we were worried that
he would see us, so we had dropped back, and as we searched for him, our
hearts were becoming disheartened.

"I don't want to go with you, mister," we heard the boy cry out, telling us
just where they were.

"This way," dad said quietly and we hurried in the direction of the boy's
voice.

But the undergrowth was thick and the going was slow and we wondered how he
had gotten away so quickly with the boy, when it was taking us so much time
to find them.

"Please mister let me go," we heard him cry again, and now he was actually
crying.

It was then that we heard my uncle slap him, and it brought back the memory
of that day when he had raped me. I froze where I stood and dad looked at
me with concern in his eyes.

"Go back and get the police son," he said and I nodded and hurried back in
the direction I came.

Now the rest of this part is related to me from dad after I met up with him
later. It is told from his point of view so please bear with me.

I knew which way to go, because I could hear the boy's crying. As I kept
moving forward, the crying grew louder so I figured that they had stopped.

"Take your clothes off you little brat," I heard my brother-in-law say.

"No mister please... mommy said that I must..." he stopped talking because
that bastard hit him again and I heard the tearing of cloth.

I knew that he was literally tearing the boy's clothes off of him and the
kid was crying so hard and loud that I wanted to strangle Andy, but now I
had this fucking stream between me and them. I looked for a way to cross
it; it was deep enough that I knew I just could not wade across. So I
walked a ways downstream and it only got deeper, so I moved upstream, where
I found it to be shallower. I waded across and was coming out of the water
when I heard a blood curdling scream.

"Ooooooooooouuuuuh... stop," the boy screamed and I knew that Andy had
penetrated him.

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me and found him fucking the boy on
the ground. I grabbed him from behind and pulled him away, tossing him a
good ten feet away. He landed with a thud against a tree and went out
cold. I hurried to the naked boy and scooped him up into my arms as he
cried so hard that his little body shook violently.

"Shhhhh," I said as I held him to me, rocking him back and forth and
holding him as tightly as I could. "He can't hurt you anymore," I said and
looked over at an unconscious Andy.

"He hurt me bad," the boy cried and then broke out in another fit of tears.

"I know son, but the police are on their way and soon you'll be with your
mommy and daddy," I told him. "How about we get some of your clothes back
on you," I said quietly and he nodded.

His clothes were a torn mess so I removed my outer shirt and wrapped it
around his body. The minutes passed and it seems like hours before Danny
and the police, along with the boy's parents finally arrived.

"Dad... it's Danny, where are you?" I heard my son yell out.

"I'm right over here and the boy is safe," I yelled back.

"Mommy...daddy," the boy yelled also.

"Jimmy we are on our way son," I heard his mother and father say in unison.

A few minutes later a wet group of police, parents and Danny, entered the
clearing where I was kneeling and holding Jimmy. Jimmy jumped up and ran to
his father, who knelt down received the boy into his outstretched
arms. Andy was just beginning to come to and a police officer was busy
cuffing him.

"I'll need a statement from you sir," a detective George Bryant said,
offering me his hand. "That was a mighty brave thing that you did," he said
to me.

"I did nothing that any other man would have done for the boy," my dad
said.

"He's just as guilty as I am, he's been molesting his own fucking son for
years," my uncle screamed out, finally standing and looking at dad and I.

"The man is just mad because my dad stopped him from molesting the boy. As
a matter of fact, he molested me and my cousins years ago at my
grandparent's summer camp," I said and my uncle's eyes grew wide with
anger.

"Why you little shit, I'll kill you," he said and made a lunge at me, but a
cop grabbed him, pushing him down to the ground.

"Get the pervert out of here," George said.

The officer picked my uncle up and just when they had begun to walk by
Jimmy's dad, the man handed Jimmy to his mom. He looked at my uncle and
with anger in his eyes said, "This is for my son," and he gave a quick
right, followed by a left hook to my uncle's face, dropping him to the
ground, where he kicked him in the ribs.

"You had better help him before he trips again and further hurts himself,"
George told another officer who hurried over to help the one that was
picking my uncle up from the ground.

"I want to thank you for saving my son," Jimmy's dad said to my dad as we
began to head back to the market. "If it hadn't been for you and your quick
thinking, he might have not only raped him, but killed him as well," he
added with tears in his eyes.

"You see that the boy gets counseling, because that bastard had already
penetrated him when I arrived. "If it hadn't been for this damn stream, I
more than likely could have stopped even that from happening," dad added,
placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

"I can assure you that he'll get the best counseling that money can buy
sir, and again, thank you," he said, offering his hand to dad.

Dad shook his hand and when he looked at Jimmy, Jimmy held out his arms to
him. Dad took the boy into his arms and hugged him tightly to him.

"You just remember son, none of this was ever your fault... do you
understand me," dad asked and Jimmy nodded.

"Yes sir and thank you sir," Jimmy said and gave my dad a kiss on the cheek
before reaching out for his father.

Well over the next few weeks, my uncle stood trial and ended up convicted
of rape of a child under the age of twelve. I also was subpoenaed and
testified to the rape against me. He was given life in prison and after
just three months there, was found brutally raped and stabbed to death in
the prison shower. It was never determined who had committed the murder,
but everyone knows how inmates feel about child molesters. As my dad said
when we heard about my uncle's death, justice was finally served.

***

After all the trial and news of my uncle's death subsided, dad surprised me
with a vacation. After the last vacation that I got to pick, he decided it
was safer, for him, if he chose the where and when. His company was sending
him to one of their smaller company to oversee the hiring and training of a
new branch manager. It meant that dad could be gone for up to three months
so he decided that it would double as a vacation for me, seeing how school
would be out.

"Vermont dad... what the fuck is in Vermont but cows and more cows," I
asked, upset at the prospect of spending the next three months in a state
where cows out numbered the people.

"You never seemed to mind when you came years ago," he reminded me.

"That was different, I was a kid and gram and gramps was alive," I told
him. "What is there to do now, but watch the fucking grass grow," I asked
and saw his hand come up, but fall back just as quickly.

"You mind your language boy... there is no need to be cursing," he scolded.

"You never mind with we are doing it," I reminded him.

"That's different, you and I are in the heat of love making and it turns us
on," he said with a smile. "Besides, then it's dirty talk and that was just
plain dirty," he said and I still can't tell the difference but I guess he
does.

"Sorry dad, but still, I'm sure Jeff's parent won't mind if I stay with
them until you get back," I said and then I saw the hurt in his eyes.

"Just like your ma, I'm not good enough am I," he said and damn if my heart
didn't break.

Whenever dad got transferred, mom never wanted to go with him. She always
found all kind of excuses to stay behind or to delay joining him. I could
see how my wanting to stay behind had reminded him of her and I so did not
like that.

"I'm sorry dad, I'll be happy to go with you," I said, wrapping my arms
around his neck. "That was part of our vows that you and I said, where you
dwell, so will I dwell," I reminded him. "Please dad, don't you ever
compare me to mom again, you and I both know that I am nothing like her," I
reminded him and he placed his hands on my waist, nodded and then pulled me
to him, kissing me tenderly.

"Have I told you today how much I love you, Danny," he whispered against my
lips.

"Yes, but tell me again," I whispered back, knowing just where this would
be leading us.

"I love you more than the very life that is in me son," he said and his
eyes glossed over, telling me that no matter how much I screwed up, he
would always love me, no matter what.

Then his mouth found mine once again and the pressure of his lips was vital
and demanding, I hungered for his touch, for the caress of his tongue, the
touch of his hands upon me and mine upon him. I laid my palm on his cheek,
played my fingers down his skin and slid my hand against his shirt,
loosening more of the buttons. I was scarcely aware when he lifted me,
easing me down together on the softness of the bed, his weight half atop
me. I felt the heat and strength of his hips and thighs, the fire seemed to
ripple along his skin. His eyes, gleaming at me, upon me, piercing through
me to my very soul, touched it like no other man would, could.

He ran a finger over the soft wet swell of my lower lip, his fingers fell
to the buttons of my shirt and I caught my breath and simply stared at him
as he progressed slowly, button after button, until my naked skin was
exposed to his eyes. He laid his palm on my chest, splaying his fingers up
and over my shoulders until my shirt disappeared from my body and his mouth
captured a nipple, ravishing it fiercely. I arched my back in complete
abandon; my God this is what I lived for, to please this man completely.

"Oh God yes dad... make me yours," I howled and he moved to the other
nipple, repeating with the same torturous pleasure, his tongue igniting a
fire that nothing could quench.

I finally opened my mouth at last to form some sound, to speak, to protest
... to cry out that I could not take another moment of his torture, but no
sound came forth. He kissed me, silencing any attempt to speak, and I
pressed my body tighter against his, not knowing how or when the rest of
our clothing was lost, or for that matter, not caring, for they were simply
gone. I wanted him inside me and I wanted it now.

"Take me dad... fuck me, oh fuck I need you in me," I demanded and he rose
up and smiled down at me.

I knew that smile, it said `all in good time son, all in good time', which
translated to mean all in his time, and I was delirious with need for his
cock, for his way of making love.

Yes we were monogamous mainly to one another, but there had been times when
we had mutually agreed and taken other men to bed. But on those occasions,
no man, no matter how endowed he was, could ever satisfy me like my father
satisfied me.

"Daddy please fuck me," I cried... I begged, knowing how the name daddy got
him.

"You want your daddy to fuck his boy," he asked still raised up and looking
down at me with that alpha smirk on his face.

"Yes daddy, please sir," I said politely, lifting my legs in surrender,
knowing that he needed my ass as much as I need his cock.

He kissed me briefly, heatedly and then moved to my neck, where he branded
me, leaving a mark that would show for a month if I was lucky. He licked,
sucked and moved further down my body until he reached my leaking cock. His
tongue teased the head, causing me to gasp as he licked and nibbled at the
head.

"Please sir... please don't stall, fuck me," I begged of him and he left my
cock and moved his hot tongue to my boy pussy, thrusting it deep inside me.

My ass lifted instantly from the bed as his tongue fucked my hole. I had
the blankets fisted in my hands as my head thrust left to right with
ecstasy. Dad knew what he was doing; he knew exactly how to turn me on. My
cock was about to explode and he hadn't even entered me yet.

I was about to beg him again to please just shove his cock into me, when I
felt it, one hard, savage thrust and then instant bliss, as his cock fully
entered me and my eyes rolled back into my head in pure ecstasy. He lifted
up and began his thrusts, hard, long and fast. He would take us to the
precipice and then back away, only to take us there again. Over and over he
kept up his game of keeping us dangling on the edge of the abyss, but never
allowing either one of us to fall over.

"Oh please daddy I gotta cum," I cried out nearly an hour later, when I
felt like my balls were about to explode with need for release, and I knew
as soon as I said it what was coming.

"All in good time son... all in good time," he said and I made a mental
note to hit him once we were done.

"Fuck all in good time dad, fucking fuck me dammit and let me cum," I
demanded with a look that told him that I was not going to take another
minute of waiting.

He knew that I could not do a thing myself, after all, he was holding my
hands over my head with his hands and I wanted to scream whenever he did
that. He quickened his pace and when we got to the edge, he smiled and
shoved me over, letting me erupt with such a violent climax that I nearly
passed out from the intensity of it.

I was in tears as my cock erupted with what felt like quarts upon quarts of
cum upon my chest and stomach. My body shook, quivered and trembled until I
was completely spent and exhausted. It was just as I was about spent that
dad's cock started to swell and with a loud yell, he erupted just as
violently in me, slamming my ass so hard that my head was pounding the
headboard as hard as his cock pounded my ass.

What a fucking climax dad had, as he howled over and over, filling me to
the point that I was overflowing with his cum. I held his hips; I never
wanted this moment to end. What a man dad was, in his forties and fucking
like a man in his twenties. He was mine, all mine, and I wished that I
could tell the world just how happy he made me.

"Fuck me ... give me more of that cock... David," I said, using his name
for the first time and he froze mid-stroke and stared down at me.

"It's dad, got that Daniel, dad, not David not Davy, but dad," he said,
pulling is now soft cock from me and getting up.

"No don't dad... oh God dad I am so sorry, please don't leave," I begged,
grabbing at his arm, but he brutally pulled it away and headed into the
bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

I hurried from the bed and stood at the door and listened as he started the
shower. I was angry with myself, because I knew that I had not only hurt
him, but had disrespected him.

"Please open the door dad... I'm sorry and I promise never to use your name
again," I cried, but all I heard was shower running, no response.

I eventually went to my room, threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and
then ran from the house. I was not only angry at myself, but now I was
angry and hurt with him. I was good enough for him to fuck, but not to
respect or to talk with. That had always been a sore point with us, he
never allowed me to put in my point of view. It was always his way, and I
never had a say.

What the fuck, we were lovers and hopefully someday husbands, so what was
the big deal if I was to call him by his birth name of David? I asked
myself.

I found myself at Jeff's house and knocked on the door. His mother answered
it and told me that Jeff and his dad had gone fishing and would not be back
until Sunday. A bonding thing and that they were up at their camp on the
lake. I smiled and said goodbye, and tried to figure out what to do next. I
was not going to go home. Fuck him, let him sweat it out and worry about
where I was and if I was safe or not.

"Damn it sucks not having a car," I said aloud as I walked along the road.

I heard the sound of a car coming and for whatever reason, to this day I
still don't know why I did it, but I held out my hand, sticking up my thumb
to hitch a ride. I looked as four cars approached and I wondered if this
was a smart thing to do when the first and second car passed me without
even slowing down. I watched as the next car, a man was driving and I gave
him my best please stop and give me a ride look... he stopped.

I ran to where he had pulled over to and opened the door and looked into
the car. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, fucking hot looking, and
I hopped in.

"Where are you going kid," he asked as he looked into his side view mirror
and then pulled back out onto the road once the on coming cars had passed.

"I'm heading up to the lake, but will take a ride as close as you can take
me sir," I said and he coughed.

"Sir, hell kid, I'm twenty-one," he said giving me a look.

"Sorry, but my dad taught me to be respectful of my elders... er those that
are older than me," I explained.

"How old are you," he asked.

"Sixteen," I said and he quickly looked over at me.

"Damn but you look older... like eighteen or nineteen," he said and
laughed, giving me a playful punch to my arm and letting his hand fall to
my leg, where it stayed.

I looked at his hand, up at him, and he gave me a smile with a wink.

"Did your dad ever tell you about the perils of taking a ride from a
stranger," he asked and I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded as he
removed his hand. "Don't panic, I'm not going to hurt you," he said with a
chuckle.

"Thanks man," I said but I wasn't so sure that he meant it.

I took a better look at him and decided that he wasn't all that
threatening. He had long brown hair that he had tied back in a ponytail and
his face was very handsome. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were
because he had on sun glasses that I found odd, because it was dusk and
then I knew why a moment later.

"Do you get high," he asked glancing over at me and I nodded.

He motioned toward the glove box and I opened it to find a pipe and baggie
full of pot.

"Go ahead and fire up the pipe," he said and I stuffed the pipe with pot
and used the lighter he handed me and lit it.

I took a long draw, held it and handed it over to him. He took a long draw
and held it also before handing back. I exhaled my last draw and took
another but he refused the pipe when I offered it back to him.

"Nah... you finish it, I already smoked just before you got in," he told
me.

I sat back and finished the pipe and did another before calling it quits. I
was flying high, really high when he pulled off the main road and turned
down a dirt road. I looked suspiciously but didn't care as we bounced over
the washboard road until he finally pulled the car to a stop under a grove
of pines.

"What did we stop for," I asked, leaning back but not caring why we had
stopped.

"I gotta piss," he said, and I wondered why he needed to pull so far down
the road just to piss, but then I said what the fuck and forgot about it, I
was to high to care.

He got out of the car and I decided to do the same. We walked for a bit and
when we were a ways from the car, he undid his pants and let them fall to
the ground and stepped from them. He was commando and his cock was as hard
as steel. It was a good seven or eight inches long and fat around as he
stood there as proud as a peacock. He slowly pulled the skin back and began
stroking it to get it even harder. I simply stood there staring, with my
mouth hanging open.

He knew I was looking and when he looked over and saw my mouth agape, he
placed his hand to the back of my neck and eased my head down to his cock.

"Go ahead boy, you know you want it," he said and I took his cock into my
mouth.

I knelt down in front of him and began sucking him, taking more and more of
his cock into my mouth each time he would thrust into my mouth. The pot had
me so relax that my throat gave his cock no resistance. He leaned back
against the tree and let me have my way with his cock.

"Damn kid, you were born to suck a dick," he said, holding my head with his
hands. "What else were you born to do," he asked pulling his cock from my
mouth.

"I fuck really well," I said and then wished I hadn't.

"Well let's see just how good you fuck," he said as he removed his shirt
and tossed it over to where his jeans were.

Once he was naked, he pulled me to my feet and helped me from my clothes. I
gave a shiver as I stood there naked; waiting while he hurried over to the
car for a blanket that he said he had in the trunk. He returned with the
blanket as well as the pot, and once he had the blanket spread, the pot
filled, we sat on the blanket and smoked a couple of bowls. I heard a twig
snap and looked around.

"Did you hear that," I asked, still looking around.

"It's probably just some animal... nothing to worry about," he said as he
began to fill the pipe for a third time.

"I don't think I should smoke anymore," I said, feeling like I was about to
pass out.

He shrugged his shoulders and put the pipe and pot aside. He pulled me to
him and kissed me, my how that guy could kiss and make you forget
everything. His tongue searched out every crevice of my mouth as he slowly
moved me unto my back and moved atop me, parting my legs with his knee. I
could feel his hard sex pressing against my hole and I knew it was too late
to stop him, besides; I was so high at this moment there was no way that I
wanted to. Dad had hurt me and this was my way of getting back at him.

"Fuck me ahh..."

"Gary," he said and he sat up, lifted my leg unto his shoulders.

"Fuck me Gary and take your time," I said.

I watched him as he undid his ponytail and found it strange that he kept
looking around. I chalked up to being paranoid, a side affect of smoking
pot I told myself. He inched a bit forward, positioned his cock to my hole
and thrust forward, shoving his cock fully into me. I gasped but sighed
when he became fully seated in me.

"Damn kid you're tight," he said, smiling down at me. "I am so gonna ride
this ass like forever," he said and then looked to his right, nodded
slightly and I looked too but saw no one and nothing.

"What are you looking at," I asked.

"Nothing... relax and enjoy the fuck kid," he said and began his thrusts.

He didn't bother with a rhythm, but fucked in a rather fast, slow and then
fast again fuck that kept us just hovering at the edge of a climax but not
ever reaching it. I was so into the fuck but startled when I heard a twig
snap again. I started to sit up but Gary pushed on my chest, keeping me
pinned to the ground. His hips were frantically thrusting his cock deeper
and faster into me and then... a guy about the same age as Gary appeared
beside us.

"Are you about done dude," he asked as he began removing his clothes.

"I'll tell you when I'm done now fuck off, Dennis," Gary said, thrusting
harder now into me.

"What's going on Gary... who is this guy," I asked.

"Never you mind... just enjoy the fuck," Gary said and several minutes
later he was groaning as his cock began to swell. "Aaaagggghhhh fuck take
it slut," he howled and thrust one last time into my ass, held it deep in
me, and shot several hard shots of cum into me before resuming his thrusts
again.

His hips were propelling his cock harder, deeper and faster into me while
it shot volumes of cum from it, flooding my insides. As soon as he was
spent, he pulled his cock free but remained atop me.

"Dennis... are you ready," he asked and the man I saw earlier was suddenly
there again and naked.

"Huh," I said, and noticed that Dennis was moving toward me. "I didn't say
I was willing to another guy," I told Gary.

To be continued...

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Thank you, Josh Cooper