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(m-teen/M, nc, inc, bi, huml, v, ws) *** "Get dressed Bitch, a nice suit. You're going to school with me." Mike rose from his bed, kicking me in the stomach as I lay on the floor near by. He was naked of course, and his thick fat teenage boy prick had a morning piss hard on. Something special was up; usually I had to wake Mike up by licking his balls or ass hole depending on whether he was lying on his back or stomach. That was the morning wake up rule. I was his alarm clock. He wanted to wake up to a gentle licking of his fat teenage nut sack or to the feel of a tongue probingly his moist warm teen asshole. Don't ask me how or when he became so corrupt. I have been trying to figure that out for some time now. Usually I sucked his dick; sometimes I just drank his morning piss. God help me if I spilled a drop on his bed sheets. Not that he cared about clean bed sheets, fuck no, sometimes he leave a sheet on until it was stiff with cum and dick leak, but if I spilled a single drop of his precious boy piss, it was like breaking a fucking commandment. When you serve, when you are a fucking faggot pussy-boy father to a teenage stud, it is sometimes difficult to find the reason in the rules. I guess there is no logic, except, this is the way Mike wants it. For example, it was okay for him to piss all over my face, my body, the carpet, the floor, it was okay for this teenage hunk to take a leak right in the living room and to make me suck his piss out of the carpet, but when I drank his piss, I better not spill a single drop. Try to figure that one out. Life for me was about one thing only, Pleasing Mike's Dick. My son's dick was the center of his world, so it was the center of mine as well. "Eh, should I shower Mike?" I asked, kneeling hands behind my back, chest out, my well worked red nipples looking particularly sore after last nights exercise. Mike wanted me to have tits like a cunt, and I was doing my best to please him. He had talked often of late about giving me silicone implants or hormone injections, I cried a lot at that, by myself, I didn't want the tits of a girl. I had had a really well developed muscular chest as a young man, but Mike said when he fucked my ass, it would be better if I had nice girlie tits for him to play with. Oh I tried to protest, I tried to put my parental foot down, but he just beat the shit out of me. "Of course shower, ass-wipe, do you want to go to my school smelling like the fucking cock whore you are?" He padded naked to the bathroom, his big dick bobbing in front of him and his young tight ass rolling. I threw a boner at once, I couldn't help it, the sight of my son drove me mad. I craved, needed his brand of tough love, even though it was heavy on the tough and light on the love. I quickly crawled downstairs and out the back door. It was cold out, but that made no difference, outside was where I showered, under the faucet at the side of the house used for the harden hose. The water was icy, but I had to endure it. I had a big bar of rough industrial soap and a scrub brush. I scrubbed myself shivering in the cold, shoving fingers deep up my ass so my asshole would be clean. Then I brushed my teeth at the same spigot and gargled to get last nights cock, cunt and spooge taste out of my mouth. I had sucked Mike's spent dick clean the night before after he had banged some high school cutie. I shaved and washed my hair all with cold water. When I was squeaky clean, I re-entered the house to make Mike his breakfast. He came down stairs bare assed naked, his fucking huge cunt-stuffer swinging like a log, "Eh, Mike, would you like a morning blow job, just to relax you?" I offered setting down his eggs and bacon and toast and milk. "You pathetic cum hungry cock-sucking dick-slop dump. Sure, pretend like you care about my relaxation, I know and you know you'll do anything to get this fuck-meat into your mouth." It was true, I needed to suck his dick. I was addicted to it. "Well it so happens I don't want a suck job this morning, but you can lick my balls while I eat breakfast." I crawled under the table, between my teenage son's long lanky legs, and opened my mouth to his low hanging fuck-sack. I don't know how many of you fathers out there lick your son's balls, not too many of you I suspect. But it is a pleasure that few other activities in life can equal, I assure you. Especially if your son is a healthy normal American jock athlete like my boy. At moments like this I am so proud of my boy. Maybe he doesn't win any scholastic awards, maybe he is not the most socially minded young fellow in school, but he has an enormously beautiful and tasty scrotum. And that's what really matters isn't it? A guy can strive and succeed in business, in personal growth and development, in social acceptance, in academics, but all of those are substitutes for what really counts in life, a fucking big masculine horny cock and balls. A young man's dick is really the most important thing in his life and we all know it, although few of us admit it. Why else would we spend so much time looking at prick on the internet? We live this entire false life with false values, when what we really are interested in is dick and nuts. I licked the thick texture of my son's leathery scrotum, getting a few ball hairs stuck in my teeth. I suppose like most parents I am partial, but my son's nuts have the most wonderful flavor. "Eat," he barked suddenly, and I scampered out from beneath the table. He had a mouthful of eggs and bacon and toast which he was chewing and now he leaned over and spit it out into my doggie bowl. Then he stuck the toes of one of his big teen jock feet into the bowl and covered his toes with the egg, bacon, toast slop. Then he held his foot out to me. I sucked the food off of my son's toes. Oh yes, there was not a moment of my life when I was not degraded and abused. I had become a totally fucked up pig for my son. "Now listen ass breath, I am in trouble at school. And you are going to go talk to the principal and get me out of trouble. And you better do a fucking good job, or your ass is grass. I don't give a shit what you do, but get that fucking asshole off my back." "What exactly were you doing Mike?" "It wasn't my fault. I had just finished fucking this freshman boy in the ass in the guys' can, he is a fucking wimp and I can't stand him. All the while you pork him, he whimpers and cries, just like a fucking baby. Well Dad, you know that I have a temper, so I'd had it with this twerp, shit he's a lousy fuck anyway, he's one of those worthless nerdy smart kids, with glasses, all thin and girlie. So I busted his ass cherry a couple of weeks ago after I got tired of shooting off in his mouth. Then I passed him around to some of the other guys. I think of others, you know, fuck you do know, cause I take good care of you, don't I ass-wipe? How many teen studs would put up with a faggot for a father? Shit, I should have lied and told the police you tried to molest me, and had you thrown into the slammer and taken the support money to live on. I might still do that, I'm not legal for a couple of years and you are a fucking pervert. Aren't you a fucking pervert?" "Yeth thir, I amd a thucking pevert, " I said my mouth full of my son's big toes. "Anyway, I was a little pissed off at this kid, so I thought I would teach him a little respect. so I dumped his head into an unflushed toilet, ordered him to eat the turds floating there. Some pussy-boys came into the bathroom at this fucking moment, and ran to report it to Mr. Hogan. So I got a fucking after school detention, and I told that fucking teacher , fuck you I am not hanging around this shit-hole any longer than necessary. So now we got to meet with that faggot of a principal. Hey, I just had an idea, he's a faggot too you know, maybe you could suck his dick, and he'd let me off. Maybe we'll ask him. I know he'd like to suck my dick, but then so would eighty percent of the other teachers in the school. Jesus Mother fucker, eat your breakfast, don't make fucking love to my toes." He kicked me away, then he dumped some of the leavings from his plate into my bowl, and I chowed down. "You are just like those fucking eighth grade cunts that wait outside the locker room after the games. Oh Mike, don't shower, let me lick the sweat from the game off your body, yeah, bitch, you can suck out my ass, is what you can do." I lifted my head at that, not sure if he really meant I could suck out his ass, or if he was just waxing poetic about the eighth grade cunts. "Man, there is this fifth grader I really wanna fuck. I'm fucking her older sister, but every time I go over to their house, all the little fifth grade slut does is stare at my dick lump. Shit, she hasn't got tits or anything, I'll bet her pussy is really tiny and tight, and she just stares at my fuck-lump like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. One of these days, I gotta unzip and give her a real look at my dick and see what she does, bet she fucking freaks out. Fucking sluts start so young now days, shit, I seen little whores of five and six looking at my prick- bulge. Haven't they got older brothers to suck for shits sake?" Suddenly he jumped up from the table, his dick swinging. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late, and it's your fucking fault, you got me thinking about all this crap." "I'm sorry Mike," I said from the kitchen floor. He hauled off and kicked me in the face, his naked foot smashing into my nose. "Get the fuck dressed, you got five minutes." Then he turned and ran upstairs, I knelt there on the floor, my nose bleeding, my prick hard as iron and dripping. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37