𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Dad didn’t take the divorce well. Him and Moms marriage was ruined from the start. When they had me. You could always see the disappointment in Dad’s eyes. Always watching me with disgust written all over his face, no matter how hard I tried to impress him. They were both young when they had me in their early twenties. Both so lively and young. Then I showed up to ruin all the fun.
She had caught dad cheating more times than she could count. Dad was a slut. Always finding the nearest bar after work, on weekends, hell even in the middle of the day sometimes. Mom only put up with it so long because of me. Dad’s job paid well, keeping us all well fed, me in the best schools. We were always close, helping each other stay safe during dads alcoholic rampages. He was a mean drunk, always acting so violent when he’d come home late plastered. They’d argue nearly every night. Screaming profanities at each other, sometimes throwing things. After 10 years, my Mom had enough.
I had just turned 18 when it happened. Mom begged Dad for custody, pleading to keep me out of his house. The courts ruled in favor of my dad. He had a great job, unlike my Mom who didn’t have one at all, and he kept the lights on. The court didn’t want an unemployed mother taking care of me, I guess. The day after my 18th birthday, I said goodbye to my Mom. It’s been nearly 6 months since then and everything has been abysmal since.
Dad would come home late nearly every night. Always sweaty and disheveled, he’d strip his clothes right inside the door, stumbling around aimlessly in his underwear. I played video games on the couch most nights, waiting to see if he’d need help getting into bed yet again. I tried to stick to myself, going to school, going to practice, hitting the gym. The only bad part of my day was waiting on him. He always reeked of alcohol, whatever he chose to drown himself in that night. Almost never even acknowledged me when he’d stumble through the door.
What I’d never understand is how a man that drinks so much retains a body so fit. Dad stood tall, 6 '3 or so, towering over my smaller 5' 9 frame. He was hairy and tan, carved out muscle covering most of his body. He worked construction, giving him a muscled build that only someone who works with their hands gets. Most of the other guys on the site were fat and old, nothing like my Dad. He passed his genetics onto me, more than my Mom. I had his wide shoulders, hairy chest, and big arms. I put on muscle like it was nothing. The only redeeming quality he could give me I guess.
He’d had women over before my Mom could even close the door. It started with 2 a night, sometimes 3. They’d stumble into the door, making out or them grinding on him. I’d always cover my eyes and just pretend that my Dad wasn’t getting rubbed up on. I’d pass by his door before bed, never really paying too much attention to the noises being shouted from his partners. Headboard always banging against the wall we shared, I could never sleep. I’d endure the sound of my own father fucking random younger women for weeks on end.
Then he just stopped having women over. One random Monday I played my games, waiting for him to come home with another one. I was surprised to see him walk in the door, still as drunk as ever, alone. I raised my eyebrow a bit. “No luck tonight?” I joked. He huffed and looked over to me.
“At least I get some.” The words sputtered out of his mouth. And with that, he stripped and headed to bed. I rolled my eyes and shut off my console, heading to bed. I passed by his room, expecting to hear the loud snore he always unleashed when he’d passed out. But it never came. I paused in front of his door, settling my ear against the wood. I gasped. I could hear the clear sounds of my Dad jerking off. The wet sound of his dick in his palm was undeniable. He’d let out small low groans, matching the rhythm of his strokes. I shuddered a bit and went to my room.
Even when he was alone, he was loud. Once I had finally almost dozed off, I heard a guttural groan come from my Dad’s room. I shoved a pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound. He released 2 smaller moans before it was finally silent. I sighed, finally being able to sleep.
I finished practice the next day after school, pulling out my phone to check my notifications. I was stunned to see a text from my Dad.
“Hey bud I want to talk to you after practice. Head home whenever you’re done.”
I read the text again, making sure my dad had sent me this. He only ever texted me on my birthday… If I was lucky. I shrugged and put my phone away, heading to my car. I was nervous on the drive home. He never wants to talk. What could this be about? I nearly trembled as I turned the handle to the front door.
I took a step back when I opened up the door. Everything was so neat. The blankets were folded, his clothes finally put away. Dad rounded the corner from the hallway, almost smiling when he saw me. “Hey bud,” he greeted me with a kindness I’ve never seen from him. I looked a round a bit.
“Uhh hey?” I questioned in response.
“Look I- uh..” He paused. “I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know I haven’t really been father of the year. It’s been eating me up inside, the way I handled things with you mother, how I handled things with you. You were just so unexpected and we- I- just couldn’t handle it. And I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to try and make things right, son.” I clearly look stunned based on the way he was looking at me. It was a mix of worry and caution, something I’ve never experienced with my father.
“Look Dads I-,” I didn’t even know what to say. I looked down, trying to think. “I appreciate the apology. I never meant to ruin-.” He cut me off.
“No, Reed, you didn’t ruin anything. I just want us to try and move past this. I’ll be there for you more.. Make you feel more welcome at home. I’m sorry about all the women. I don’t wanna make excuses,” he paused. “Look.. I’m a horndog. You’re mom couldn’t handle it and I never wanted to chea-.” I cut him off this time.
“Woahh dad.. Chill. I get it. If anything I get it,” I chuckled. Dad raised an eyebrow at the comment. “I just want us to be chill with each other. No more women, just us bros.” I laughed, playfully pushing his shoulder. Dad chuckled back.
“Come here bud.” He reached out his arms, enveloping me in a hug. A real hug. I leaned into it, doing the same. It felt earnest. For the first time in my life, I felt grateful to have a dad.
Dad did what he promised throughout the end of the month. Coming home sober, helping me with homework, hell even cooking dinner occasionally. It felt good to just hang together on weekends. Dad started going to the gym with me. He’d challenge me on who could lift more, always out lifting me by a long shot. Life felt good. I told Mom all about his progress and even she was shocked at the change.
I came home after practice the next week, expecting Dad to be sitting in his chair like always. He was nowhere to be found. I shrugged, maybe he just went to the store. I put in my headphones and played some games, waiting for him to head home. Around 6 I finally heard his car pull into the driveway. I turned off my game, excited to see him. Our relationship had totally shifted in the past month. I could feel us getting close and hanging out with him was the highlight of my week.
Dad pushed the door open with his foot, carrying bags full of groceries. I chuckled, getting up to help him out. I helped him put things away, filling up the fridge and pantry. “Thanks bud, I tried to carry everything by myself and I think I may have tweaked my arm,” He joked with me.
“No prob Dad, maybe just text me next time you get home,” I laughed back at him.
I grabbed the last back, opening it up to see where to put it. I pulled out two bottles of vodka. I slowly put them down, look up at my dad. “Dude. You said you were done? What the fuck is this?” I was angry now. I felt disappointed. Dad looked startled at my reaction, taking a step back.
“Woah easy there tiger. I noticed how good your grades are, how well you’ve hittin the gym.. I figured we could have a boy night to celebrate. My anger dissipated. I relaxed my shoulders and sighed out. I was conflicted if this was a good idea or if I should be wary. Dad wasn’t always the nicest when he cracked the bottle. Reluctantly I shook my head.
“Ya know what, thanks Dad. I could honestly use it after the semester I had. Grab the shot glasses?”
We got absolutely fucked. Dad was pouring me shots back to back, cheering me on with each one. He’d take double what I’d do each time, both of getting dizzy quickly. We bonded like never before, saying whatever came to our mind. It was the most fun I’d ever had with him. After about 3 hours is when I started getting too dizzy. I was stumbling around, mindlessly acknowledging his jokes, laughing along even when I couldn’t hear what he was saying. The room was spinning. I could hardly keep my eyes open.
My eyes fluttered open. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out. I winced, feeling a pressure under my hips. I jolted up, looking around me. My dad was on top of me, full body weight pressing into the back of my body.
“Wh- wha- what the fuck dad?!” I was still dizzy, attempting to push him off me. He held firm, his muscles weighing me down into the couch. I could hear him grunting as he pushed into me, rough and loose. It was a pain I’d never felt before, aching with each push, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh hey-,” he said between thrusts, “look who’s finally- awake-.” His voice held no remorse. It dripped with lust, not a care in the world that he was ball deep in his own son.
“Da- dad-,” I choked the words out between tears, “Please get off of me.” My body felt like jello. I couldn’t move my legs or my arms. If I tried, he’d only press me down further, holding me in a grip I could not escape.
“Nah, I don’t think so kiddo. I think you’re gonna stay right there and take it.” He gripped the back of my shoulders, going impossibly deeper inside me. He let out low growls each time he’d hit the deepest part of me he could. My cries meant nothing to him. I let out sobs mixed with tinges of pleasure, my body not sure if it enjoyed it or hated the feeling.
I stopped crying eventually. The pleasure surpassed the pain, I grew hard. My cock bounced alongside his pounding, hitting my abs with each push. I started pressing back into him, causing him to groan louder.
“Attaboy, Reed. Now you’re getting it aren’t you?” He whispered in my ear, eliciting a moan from my lips. He slapped my ass with his heavy hand, grabbing the back of my hair, pulling my neck towards his body. “You say, “Yes dad.” Got it?”
“Y-yes Dad,” I stifled out. He grew cockier when I responded, grabbing my hips. His balls slapped against my taint, the clapping getting louder with each thrust.
“Think I don’t know you enjoy listening to dad fuck his bitches? You’ve been doing it your whole life, haven’t you? Even when me and your mom were still together huh?” He questioned me, pulling my head back even further. My veins went cold. How did he know? I had never told anyone, let alone let him know. I always jerked off when he’d bring women home. Everytime. I couldn’t help myself. The part of me that hated my dad all these years grew attached to his sadistic ways. It turned me on how terrible he was, how hot he was.
“I- I’ve been listening to you fuck Dad. It turns me on to hear you breed those women, dad.” I'm bouncing back into his body at this point. I can't control my hips and they press back with more force. Dad grunts at the comment, low moans leaving his mouth. His pace gets sloppier with each push, our hips mangling together in a sloppy mess.
“Fuck kiddo, you want this load in your little boy jock pussy don’t you kiddo? Say it.” He slaps my ass again, making me whimper out.
“Fu- fuck yes sir. Please breed me Dad. I fuckin need it sir.” I’m yelling at this point. I can’t control the moans leaving my mouth as he grips my hips, thrusting, pounding around my hole. Dad releases a grunt, gripping onto my hips as he pushes me down further on his cock. I can feel his dick pulsing inside me, releasing the seed that made me into my own hole.
“Go ahead and cum for me kiddo,” Dad says with a breathy voice. His body drips with sweat, his arms and pecs glistening in it. I moan, stroking my dick underneath my legs. I tremble, releasing my own load. It shoots all over, releasing with a tension I’ve never felt before. I groan loudly with each rope, grinding back on my dads semi hard dick. I let out a sigh as he pulls out. He does it quickly, without remorse. I relax my body finally, laying on my back.
Dad grips my face suddenly, getting close to my face. “Think I might keep drinking kiddo. Get drunk, come home… use your boy hole whenever I please. Think I really divorced your mom for no reason? Been waiting for you to grow up, get strong like your dad. Now that you’re of age.. I’m gonna use that pussy whenever the fuck I please.” He let go of my face, shoving my back onto the couch. I was stunned. He walked away cockily, leaving me sitting, filled with my own Dad’s load. I had somehow become my own Dad’s personal hole.
