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To get to the best i need to start with the worst. After four years of being slowly groomed by my bio dad (he'd fake sleep ALOT!) and after they were divorced, and just before i was too old for court ordered visitations -- the last week of one summer, I had finally prepared myself for the reality of at least full oral intercourses with him during that week. Long story short after ALOT of nude time together (bathing, sleeping, me jacking off while he pretended sleep (again - and the gig was up like who could sleep through a full throttle marathon jack off of a horny teen while in in the same (twin) bed!)) - no matter my tactics and his demonstrating of dick hygiene (massive uncut) and calling me in to watch him pee - "Can i touch it?" No. "Can you show me how to cum (like who was kidding who?)? No. "Can I put it my mouth" No. The times I did manage to fondle his prick or quickly tongue his perfectly hard dark drown ball sack w/ a scattering of jet black wire-whistled pubes... he'd pull me away or change his position. Always with a fatherly 'warning' of being gay. By mid week "I DID NOT CARE" was my answer to that question. From there Oh, how convoluted it became. Next came the "why dont you care that your gay?" And then finally my out right refusal to deny my ownership or rather the personhood of that gayness led to this: (first, are you sitting down?) the work around Father knows best then proceeded with was like being hit on the head with an anvil falling from the sky. He stated because I was gay (or maybe that i would not deny such) we (he and I) could not engage in intercourse (if i hadnt been on the tilter-world ALL week maybe I.d have found my own work around - i so desired his beautiful member in my mouth and so imagined nightly the cum that conceived me filling my mouth). What 'could' happen though was (ready) I could, just like he did, have sex w/ our male intact German Sheppard.