Dad's Faggot

A drunk father makes his young son into a faggot after
his wife leaves him. (Mm, ped, nc, rp, inc, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral, anal)

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I was twelve when I became Dads fag.

Mom had run off to L.A. a few months before, unable to
take the stress of Dads drinking and temper any
longer, leaving me alone with him in our little house
in rural Tennessee. Mom hoped to get in the movies
somehow. She once even said shed even suck some
producers penis until it shot gobs of cum into her
mouth if it would get her a job on TV.

Things had been going OK. I had settled into a routine
of going to school, coming home and doing homework and
then cooking dinner. I would eat alone and leave some
for Dad to eat when he finally got home from the bar he
had grown fond of. Then I would go up to my room and do
some more homework or read Mad magazine or something. I
would then usually jerk off and go to sleep. When Dad
finally got home, I would often wake up as a result of
the noise he made, stumbling and cursing as he made his
way drunk through the house.

The night I became a fag I had woken up from Dads
ruckus. I heard him moving around downstairs followed
by the heavy sounds of his footsteps on the stairs. I
thought he was going to go to the room that he used to
share with Mom like he usually did, but that night he
decided to come to my room instead.

Dad pushed my door open abruptly.

"Hey pussy are you awake?"

I pretended to be asleep, but Dad staggered over to my
bed.

"Hey faggot, wake up!" he had pulled my bedspread back,
revealing my underwear-clad body.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked, pretending to be just
waking up.

"Man, Im horny. I gotta get my rocks off tonight or
Im gonna go crazy," he said.

I looked at him blankly, not sure what to make of this
drunken man. His gray silhouette loomed large in my
room, visible as a result of both the moonlight and
hallway light that seeped into my room.

"Boy, I am gonna fuck your ass," he said suddenly.

I said nothing. I was speechless.

"Yeah, I am gonna get me a piece of that little boy-
trim. What do you think of that?"

"What are you talking about, Dad?" I had propped myself
up on my elbows.

"What are you fucking stupid or something? Im gonna
fuck your butt. I need to fuck something, and here you
are. Its about time you started to earn your keep
around here anyway."

"Youre drunk," I told him.

"Yeah, and youre fucked," he answered, and reached for
one of my legs. I pushed his hand away.

"Stop it Dad!"

"Shut up and give me your ass, faggot."

"Im not a faggot, Dad!" I wasnt. I liked girls,
especially one named Samantha from school.

"Well Im gonna make you into one, then. Now that Moms
gone I need someone else to help me bust a nut, and
youre it, so congratulations, youre a fag."

"But I dont want to be a fag."

SLAP. The back of his hand hit me with such force on
the left side of my face that I fell over on my back,
stunned.

"Listen kid. Youre gonna be a fag. Get used to it.
Youre a homo. Youre gonna get butt-fucked and suck my
cock. Youre gonna satisfy my dick, and I dont give a
damn whether you like it or not. Youre gonna learn to
take my cum up your ass and in your throat."

"But Dad, thats not right, youre my Dad!", I said
sitting up.

SLAP. Another blow, and again I fell back on the bed.

"You challenge me again, and Ill hit you again. Youre
a fag. And youre MY fag. I brought you into this
world, and you are here to serve my needs. Now get on
your belly."

Realizing that it was pointless to disobey, I complied.
I felt Dads fingers dig into the sides of my jockey
shorts, and then he yanked them down and off over my
legs.

"Now thats a pretty ass," Dad purred lewdly. "Is it
cherry?"

"Huh?" I asked. I really was that nave.

"Has anyone else fucked your boy hole?"

"No, Daddy. No one."

"Good. I love to break in a virgin."

I watched Dad over my shoulder as he started to
undress. He did so quickly but clumsily, nearly
tripping over himself when he lowered his pants. I let
out a gasp when he lowered his underwear and his
massive cock sprang out. It looked huge, but I was only
twelve. It probably was no more than average size six
or seven inches or so, but it was twitching and looked
furious.

Dad spit on his hand and then rubbed his saliva on his
rod. He came over to the bed and yanked my legs apart
before climbing between them. He grabbed my hips and
pulled my ass into the air, exposing my twelve-year old
asshole to the cool air of the summers night. He then
poised his penis against my hole.

"OK faggot, this is gonna hurt like hell, go ahead and
cry like a girl if you want," he warned. He then
plunged his entire cock deep into me with one fell
swoop, causing me to cry out in agony.

"Ouch! Oh that hurts, please stop it Daddy!"

His only response was a deep moan as his groin pressed
against my ass. He wiggled his dick from side to side,
increasing my pain while augmenting his pleasure.

"Fuck, thats nice," he said, and pulled his dick
nearly all the way out before plunging it back in,
causing me to cry out once again.

"Ow!" I cried. "That hurts!"

"I dont give a flying fuck, faggot. Your ass feels so
nice around my dick."

He started to fuck me furiously while my ass ached. I
grunted every time he plowed into me and could feel
tears burning my cheeks as they fell from my eyes.

Fortunately, he was so horny that he couldnt keep it
up for too long.

"Fuck, Im gonna shoot my load, take it, faggot, take
my fucking load of sperm up your fucking faggot ass, oh
fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK TAKE IT!!"

I felt his hot liquid spray into my guts as he came up
my butt. He let out a deep gutteral moan and then
collapsed on me, where he lay still for a few minutes.

He then pulled out of me, and walked towards the door.

"Good night, faggot. Pleasant dreams," he said as he
left.

And it was over as abruptly as it began.

I lay there in disbelief. My ass was on fire, and to my
astonishment, my dick was hard against the bed sheets
beneath me. I turned over and beat myself off, cumming
after about five seconds of rapid wacking.

I cant remember a time I came so hard. I was Dads
faggot from then on out.

END

Feedback welcome at [email protected]

2005 by Kip Hawk.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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