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  • How dad and me act in public

    • Cause of today's sissified morality, studs can't horse around or even show affection openly like real men. An innocent chore a boy does for his daddy, can be misunderstood by women & their pussy-whipped girly men. That's why an innocent service I do for dad at home, I can't do in public. If dad uses me as his pissboy at a truckstop, some asshole might object. A wholesome, innocent act like being dad's urinal & drinking his hot piss, might get his accused of sexual child abuse, & get him labeled a degenerate pederast. So I only do fuckin shit like that, or sucking dad off, at home. Only dad's buds get to see me give his a blow job, or take his fuckpole up my shitchute.

    Dad is a trucker. He wears a kahki uniform. To support his manhood, he wears a jockstrap under his trousers. He sports the bulge of his jock pouch on his right hand side. I get a real fuckin kick outta the way he all the time gropes hisself to adjust his manmeat. Like all born cocksmen, he does it openly in public. He don't give a fuckin shit who's watching. When he sports a hardon that tents out his pants, he never tries to hide it. He struts around for all to see. It makes me Goddam proud to see other manly studs get boned lookin at my daddy's hardon.

    Every wed. dad took me to "Men Only" nite at the Y. On the way over & in the locker room, dad talked to me about sex. Dad loved looking into my wide-eyed innocent face & saying the filthiest sex shit to me. Dad loved sleazy sex action & taught me to lust to perform devient sex acts too. By the time we stripped down nude at the Y, we both had rock hard rammers. Our mantools stuck out from our bods, & dripped a steady flow of precum lube. Thank God that from the time I was 12, my manmeat was almost as large as my father's. We liked to measure our cocks by pressing them together, to compare.

    Me & dad left the locker room fully erect. Our hardons bobbed up & down as we walked. Dad put his arm around my shoulder, & whispered in my ear so that his tongue licked my ear, "Yer a fuckin good boy, son. Just like yer fuck hungry daddy, yer not shy bout exposin yer sex tool to anyone. So when ya meet my fuckin pals, they're gonna ask ya to perform some filthy degenerate acts with me." Dad slid his arm down from my shoulder, to my butt. He shoved his hand tween my asschecks, right into my sweaty crack. He felt for my shit canal entry hole, & jammed his middle finger all the way in. "A couple of my good budz are ex-cons. Ones a Goddam rapist, & anothers a fuckin child molester. I want you to show them the same respect you show me, & let em do whutever the fuck they want to you." My dad worked 2 more fingers into my shithole. "Yer gonna have to do some ruff shit that's more pervert than I've made ya do. I want you to obey any orders they give ya with a loud, 'Yes Sir.'. I don't care how fuckin embarrassed or ashamed ya are. And ya gotta act like ya enjoy the degrading sex action they dig."

    My daddy was going to turn what was our fine & pure father son sexplay games, into child abuse. He was handing me over to sex criminals to be used like a fuckin boywhore slut. I began to sob. Dad laffed at my tears. With a cruel smile he said, "ya see son, I made a deal with these bastards. If they let me do any acts of sexual abuse to them, they could do the same to you. Ya see Paul, I'm usin yer total & blind love fer me, to turn you into filthy scumbag street trash."

    My daddy made me feel like a real dirty piece o' shit. He degraded me so fuckin bad that I felt like I deserved to be treated like scum. I felt like I was the degenerate pervert. When we got to the pool, dad's pals were sittin round talkin bout sex. When they saw us they stood, & dad pushed me down to my knees. I was face level with their lube juicin cocks. My daddy introed them to me 1 by 1. I barked out to them like a marine, "Sir, hello Sir. It is my honer, Sir, to be at your sex service. I am a trained cocksucker, piece of scum, Sir. May I have the honor, Sir, of taking your abuse." I then would take their cock knobs in my filthy cocksuckin mouth, & tongue clean the lube scum from their piss slots.

    My dad declared, "My son has given up his manhood to be a muthafuckin pussyboy. Feel free to sexually & physically abuse the lil' fuckin pig in any perverted way. He has no feelings, so treat him like an animal. Use him like a piece of fuck meat, without mercy. He deserves to be hurt & punished." That said, my dad pissed on me, & I drank his piss.

    Dad shook the last drops of urine into my mouth. He spit down in my face. He smacked my face with his hardon, & bent over to whisper in my ear. "My fuckin son Paul, I love you more than anything in the world. My cock is hard from my love for you. It's you I think of when I dump my manseed. To see you grovel & accept the abuse of over-sexed Sadistic cocksmen, both breaks my heart & sexually excites me. Show me you love me with yer heart & soul by getting turned on by whut these dirty bastards are gonna do to you. Let go of yer manhood. Surrender to being a slut whore for the pleasure of masculine whoremasters. I get worked up by your debasement. You're my pathetic sex toy. Goddam you, you fuckin worthless cunt bitch. Make me ashamed that yer my son. Me & my pals are gonna damage you for life." Then my father whalloped me across the face with the back of his hand. Me & my father had both lost our humanity, & where now just sex lusting filth.


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