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 knew by then that I was gay, but getting turned on by your dad's cock - that, I thought, was appalling.Īfter 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 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. Not because it would've been a new revelation to me that I liked a crotch pressed between my ass cheeks. Instead, it was more like I liked it, and felt truly uncomfortable about liking that feeling. It was, for him, an am-I-crazy moment?Īlthough 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. I laughed an uncomfortable laugh when my dad humped on my bubble butt, and he got off. He had dark walnut colored hair, but hazel eyes. My dad was about 5'8" and weighed about 140 pounds. I had curly auburn hair and nearly tan colored eyes. I was just under six feet tall, was very thin at 125 pounds as I ran a lot. When we took a lunch break, my father decided to "wrestle with me." He pinned me down and thrust his crotch into my bubble butt.
Not a bad deal for poor people living a little more than a vagabond lifestyle. We were painting three houses that our landlord was paying us to paint for him. I don’t know who would be a worse father, my dad or George W Bush.I'm certain that my dad started it. My dad also beat up and abused my mom before she finally divorced his ass. It was a big decision for me because I lived in a city (Louisville, KY) my whole life, and my mom moved to Carrollton, KY which is a rural area with nothing to do. I moved out to live with my mom because she doesn’t beat me up. I think she’s scared not to over-achieve to make him happy. I don’t know if he ever abused her in any other way, physical or not. He slapped her hard one time when she was little. I worry about my sister who is still living with him. My dad also used to beat me up all of the time when I was a kid and I couldn’t fight back hard enough to win a fight against him even once. So I slept on a cot for a long time going to middle school every day after sleeping uncomfortably every night but it was better than getting woken up by being humped by my dad. I got tired of getting woken up by getting humped by my dad so I asked him to buy me a cot to sleep on. Every now and then it would happen again and I kept telling him to wake up because he was humping me again. I didn’t know if he was asleep so I said “wake up” to tell him he was humping me. I turned around and found my dad humping me.
One night morning I woke up and felt my something rubbing against my backside. My dad didn’t want to buy me a new bed because he is cheap, so we both slept in his bed. After my parents got a divorce when I was around the age of puberty my dad rented a two bedroom apartment for me, my sister, and him. My dad used to hump me when I was asleep.