I was at high school when I became Dad's fag.

Mom had run off to L.A. a few calendar month before, ineffective to make the stress of Dad's drinking and moderate any longer, leaving me alone with him in our big sign in New House of York urban center. Mom hoped to get in the movies somehow. She once even said she'd even suckle some producer's member until it shot gobs of cum into her oral cavity if it would get her a job on TV.

Things had been going OK. I had settled into a function of going to school, coming home and doing homework, and then cooking dinner party. I would eat alone and entrust 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 scan 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 outcome 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 Dad's rumpus. I heard him moving around downstairs, followed by the heavy strait of his footsteps on the stairs. I thought he was going to go to the room that he used to parcel with Mom like he usually did, but that night he decided to come to my room instead.

Dad pushed my threshold open abruptly.

'' Hey, pussycat are you waken ? ``

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

'' Hey faggot, ignite up ! '' he had pulled my counterpane back, revealing my underwear-clad body.

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

'' Man, I'm horny. I got ta get my rocks off tonight, or I'm gon na go demented, '' he said.

I looked at him blankly, not sure what to prepare of this boozy man. His Louis Harold Gray silhouette loomed large in my elbow room, visible as a final result of both the moonlight and hallway light that seeped into my room.

'' Boy, I am gon na get laid your ass, '' he said suddenly.

I said zilch. I was speechless.

'' Yeah, I am gon na get me a part of that niggling 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 ? I'm gon na fuck your behind. I need to bonk something, and here you are. It's about time you started to realize your hold around here anyway. ``

'' You're drunk, '' I told him.

'' Yeah, and you're fucked, '' he answered, and reached for one of my branch. I pushed his hand away.

'' block it, Dad ! ``

'' Shut up and apply me your ass, faggot. ``

'' I'm not a pansy, Dad ! '' I wasn't. I liked girlfriend, especially one named Samantha from school.

'' fountainhead, I'm gon na make you into one, then. Now that Mom's gone I need soul else to help me bust a nut, and you're it, so congratulations, you're a fag. ``

'' But I don't want to be a fag. ``

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

'' Listen, boy. You're gon na be a fag. Get used to it. You're a homophile. You're gon na get butt-fucked and breastfeed my dick. You're gon na satisfy my pecker, and I don't give a damn whether you like it or not. You're gon na learn to take my cum up your ass and in your throat. ``

'' But Dad, that's not right, you're my Dad ! ``, I said sitting up.

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

'' You challenge me again, and I'll hit you again. You're a fag. And you're MY fag. I brought you into this world, and you are here to serve well my needs. Now get on your belly. ``

Realizing that it was superfluous to disobey, I complied. I felt Dad's finger dig into the face of my jockey shorts, and then he yanked them down and off over my legs.

'' Now that's a pretty ass, '' Dad purred lewdly. `` Is it cherry ? ``

'' Huh ? '' I asked. I really was that naïve.

'' Has anyone else fucked your boy fix ? ``

'' No, dad. No one. ``

'' trade good. I love to pause 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 putz sprang out. It looked huge, but I was only twelve. It probably was no more than average size of it - six or seven inches or so, but it was twitching and looked furious.

Dad spits on his hand and then rubbed his saliva on his rod. He came over to the bed and yank my leg apart before climbing between them. He grabbed my articulatio coxae and pulled my ass into the air, exposing my x-year-old asshole to the cool air of the summer's night. He then poised his member against my hole.

'' OK faggot, this is gon na hurt like hell, go ahead and cry like a female child if you want, '' he warned. He then plunged his full prick deep into me with one fell swoop, causing me to cry out in agony.

'' Ouch ! Oh, that hurts, please stop it, Daddy ! ``

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

'' fucking, that's nice, '' he said and pulled his dick nearly all the way out before plugging it back in, causing me to cry out once again.

'' Ow ! '' I cried. `` That hurts ! ``

'' I don't apply a flying fuck, faggot. Your ass feels so nice around my peter. ``

He started to make love me furiously while my ass ached. I grunted every prison term he plowed into me and could finger rent burning my nerve as they fell from my eyes.

Fortunately, he was so horny that he couldn't keep it up for too long.

'' Fuck, I'm gon na dissipate my lading, take it, faggot, require my fucking load of spermatozoon up your fucking faggot ass, oh fuck, nooky, piece of ass, piece of tail payoff IT ! ! ``

I felt his hot liquid atomiser into my moxie as he came up my butt. He let out a deep croaky groan 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, fagot. Pleasant aspiration, '' 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 bedsheets beneath me. I turned over and tick myself off, cumming after about five instant of rapid whacking.

I can't remember a clip I came so heavily. I was Dad's faggot from then on out.

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