My parents know I'm gay and my mother is very aware of my boyfriends, having already met one of them. My father is a more reserved man, a coach at the local soccer club. We don't talk much, but he knows I'm gay and that's fine. I only go home on some weekends, since I pay for a room near the campus and I take advantage of the weekends off from college to pick up guys, get fucked and go out with my friends.
I've noticed that the atmosphere between my parents has become more tense in recent visits home, but according to my mother everything is fine and I've never interfered in their lives, it wouldn't be now. This weekend I came home and something happened that changed our family dynamic forever. My father was clearly looking very unfriendly and, according to my mother, it was because they had lost an important match. Like most gay men, I hate soccer and my father made it very clear when I came out that he didn't want me watching the games and hooking up with the guys from his club. Little does he know that I've sucked one or two. Getting back to the day, it was absurdly hot, I didn't even have dinner, I just ate some jelly and took a cold shower and lay down to watch Heartstopper on Netflix. I fell asleep with the fan on, no lights, just the TV and the window open with the blinds down because of the mosquitos. I had to sleep naked, the heat was absurd and I was completely sweaty and sticky. I'm thin and naturally hairless, unlike my father who has a full beard and lots of hair coming out of his shirt collars and on his arms and legs. He's in his mid 40s but still very athletic. He runs, works out and plays soccer. I thought I heard the sound of slamming doors and shouting, but I thought it was from a neighbor and fell back asleep. I was lying on my stomach, constantly waking up from the heat, when I heard my bedroom door creak open and a pressure on the bed and on top of me. I was startled and tried to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth.
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Shush, it's me. Shut up and listen to me. Don't make a sound and I'll take my hand away. It was my dad. What the fuck was going on? He lay on top of me and I felt his full weight on my sweaty body. His chest hair felt rough, as if it had been shaved but was already growing. His breath smelled of beer and whisky.
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Listen, I know you're gay, I've accepted it even though I don't agree with that lifestyle. I need you to do Dad a favor. Okay? I'll take my hand away, don't speak loudly so your mother doesn't hear. Their room was across the hall and my mom takes Xanax at night so I doubt she'd hear even if she screamed.
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What's going on, Dad? You're scaring me. He kept pushing on me, he was only wearing sports shorts like he usually does and no t-shirt. He smelled of sweat and alcohol. My father was literally twice my size and weight.
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Your mother hasn't wanted to fuck for more than two or three years. I try and try but it doesn't work out. I can't go out to the whore houses, it’s too risky. I need you to let me fuck your ass, you don't have to do anything, it'll be quick. Just need you to take my cock and lay still in your bed.
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You're freaking out, Dad! WTF!
I tried to move and free myself from his grip, but I couldn't. He was making a grip around my neck with his strong hairy arm.
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Shh, fuck. You've got two choices. You stay still and let me fuck your ass fast and this stays between us or I'll fuck your ass hard and you'll still be bruised and hurt and neither of us wants that. What's it going to be, David?
I felt something extremely hard pressing against my bare, hairless ass. It was his cock, rock hard.
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Don't you give your ass to your boyfriends? What's the difference? It'll be quick. Will you do me this favor, you have one choice only.- his voice was hoarse and threatening.
I was shaking with fear, adrenaline and excitement. Yes, my father was a “daddy” that even my friends talked about, but I'd never imagined myself being fucked by him. I'd dreamt about it, but involuntarily.
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David, my patience is wearing thin. I need an answer before I can't control myself any longer.
He opened my ass with one hand and slipped a finger in. With all the sweat and the scorching heat, his finger slid inside me without any difficulty. I moaned loudly.
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Shut up. Keep it down. She'll hear. I need an answer. How’s it’s going to be, David? You say yes or I have to force you? He pulled down his shorts and I felt his hard cock hot on my buttocks.
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You're drunk, you don't want this. You're my father.
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I think I've wanted this ever since you told us you were a faggot. I realized you were going to solve my sexlessness problems. I've been working up the courage to ask you for this for months. But I'm not going to take no for an answer. I'll pay for your college and your room. With hard work. I need you to help me. Pay back the favor.
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Okay. But don't hurt me... please. - I asked in a string of voice. My heart was beating so fast it almost hurt. I pushed my ass onto the bed and spread my buttocks.
My dad went completely berserk. He spat on his fingers, rubbed my asshole and, with a growl, penetrated me hard. The sweat helped it slide in but It still hurts like hell and I moaned loudly.
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Keep it down, hold on and bite the pillow, it'll be pretty quick. I need to empty my balls. Just shut the fuck up and take it like a man.
He began to fuck me hard, with brutal thrusts and no mercy. Our sweaty bodies rattled against each other. He grunted like a wild animal. I was biting the pillow and almost crying. His cock was thick.
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Hold on, faggot. You like this. Look at this ass wide open for your own Dad. FUCK, I'M GOING TO CUM.
Three or four more thrusts and my father started to spurt inside me. He roared like an animal and squeezed my neck to the point where I almost fainted without air. He came out of me with a "ploc". Cum was pouring out of my asshole and without saying goodbye he slammed the door to my room. I stood there with the smell of alcohol and his sweat and sperm perfuming my room and my ass all sore. Will he ever come back?
