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Best regards, StanleyOG. Hello, You can now get verified on forum. The pictures that you will send me for verification won't be public Best regards, StanleyOG. PM change Verification. ed: Oct 31, Messages: Jan 23, I'm certain that my dad started it. We were painting three houses that our landlord was paying us to paint for him. Three months rent and a thousand bucks. Not a bad deal for poor people living a little more than a vagabond lifestyle. I was eighteen years old. My dad was forty-eight years old. When we took a lunch break, my father decided to "wrestle with me.
I was just under six feet tall, was very thin at pounds as I ran a lot. I had curly auburn hair and nearly tan colored eyes. My dad was about 5'8" and weighed about pounds. He had dark walnut colored hair, but hazel eyes. His age showed a bit, but respectfully. I laughed an uncomfortable laugh when my dad humped on my bubble butt, and he got off. It was, for him, an am-I-crazy moment? Although I laughed, it wasn't like I didn't like the feeling of my dad's cock pressed against my sensitive crack, jeans on and all. Instead, it was more like I liked it, and felt truly uncomfortable about liking that feeling.
Not because it would've been a new revelation to me that I liked a crotch pressed between my ass cheeks. I had recently lost my anal virginity to a big-cocked, suave older man named Lloyd, but not in a suave place, the back seat of his car instead. I knew by then that I was gay, but getting turned on by your dad's cock -- that, I thought, was appalling.
After a hard day's work of manually scraping the old and peeling coat of paint off the aging victorian styled two story home, now spliced into two separate apartments, while on the long ride back home, I couldn't get my mind off my dad's crotch being ground into my butt crack.
I looked at my dad, and paid close attention to his finer features, the distinguished lines in his face, that on most men would just look like wrinkles, his still youthful looking, but stern lips, his mild streaks of gray that spread from his sideburns and then slowly and handsomely faded into walnut, and his hazel eyes.
I realized then that he was sexy. And I wanted him. I began to feel a bit saddened though. Maybe, I was crazy. Maybe his crotch grinding was really an accident of some sort. My heart raced. I had to do something. My plan was simple, I'd do what I had feared for most of my life: I would tell my dad that I was gay. He would have three options: accept me for being gay, kick me Gay black incest stories of his home, or accept me for being gay and plant his huge cock between my ass cheeks again, but this time, with no layer of clothes to ban his cock from my hole, where I hoped it would go.
He acted shocked. Now I know better what man couldn't tell that I was a fag? He then told me the words I wanted to hear all my life, "son, I love you no matter what, I don't care that you are gay. He made no further sexual innuendo towards me.
He did encourage me to come out to my mother. And I did and she accepted me. Coming out to my parents made me feel liberated. But still, there was the issue of my father's cock. I wanted it. Luckily for me, I would get it. My mother worked the late shift at a diner, and my father got drunk. I was laying in my bed about to go to sleep, when I heard my father moaning.
He seemed to be in pain. I knew what it was. He had gotten too drunk and needed someone to help him. So, I got out of bed to wait on my father. I saw him laying on the sofa, apparently in agony.
I came over and rubbed his shoulder and asked if there was anything I could do for him. I then rolled his body over and began to massage it for him. My father was a drunk and I had done this sort of thing for him before. But it never seemed sexual to me until then. I got up to see what he wanted. He rolled over and grabbed my arm. He pulled me down by my arm, until I was on my knees next to him while he laid on the sofa. I just did as I was told, I rubbed my fathers legs, pretty far from his crotch to begin with.
He told me again to rub higher up his legs, and I got even closer to his crotch. And again he told me to go higher, and I knew now it was my chance. I "accidentally" grazed his crotch. He made no sound, but a pleasant look came over his face. I "accidentally" grazed his crotch again. He grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand down.
And there was that pissy assed fag side of me that came out. I don't raise queer boys. You want to tell everyone you are queer, fine by me.
But you are grabbing a man's cock. My sons don't grab men's cock. But my dirty little daughter does grab a man's cock. Now be a good girl and do as daddy says! Now you want daddy's cock, my little Bobby Jo? I was just called a girl and a bad one at that.
But I really did want my daddy's cock, so I nodded in the affirmative. I was stunned by the sight of it. It was huge. A good nine inches. Uncut with a large purple mushroom head. My tongue wagged from its mouth. My naughty daughter looks like she wants daddy's cock.
You want Daddy's cock, Bobby Jo? So, try it again," I wanted his cock so badly, that even though I always swore to myself that I would never act like a femme boy, I succumbed to his demand, afraid that I wouldn't get his cock if I didn't do as told. So, in the most feminine voice I could muster, I pleaded. But the way I degraded myself up to now to get my dad's cock, I could not deny his stinging words: I was a slut. I lowered my pouty lips to his cock head, and licked out my tongue. I knew what to do. I licked all around his big mushroom head. Then I glided my tongue down the shaft of his huge cock until my tongue met his balls.
I licked and sucked his balls while he moaned "that's a good girl," and "yes, yes, Bobby Jo," and so on. Then after about two or three minutes of licking and sucking his balls, and catching his pre-cum in my auburn curly hair, I slowly licked back up the shaft Gay black incest stories his cock, until my tongue met his mushroom head again. And up and down and swirl around went my tongue.Gay black incest stories
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