Date: Thu, 03 Jun 1999 20:44:09 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Business pt 10

Thanks for the TREMENDOUS response and your patience, men!

The Family Business

by Jack Doegh         
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Part X: Dad's Wrath

I laid on my bed struggling between thoughts of running away and feigning
sleep.  Maybe if dad thought I was asleep, knowing I had to go to school in
the morning, he'd leave me alone.  Even at 13, I didn't pretend this would
be the end of it but at least I'd be able to delay his punishment for
another 24 hours.

I remained in my bed, still as a mouse.  The faint smell of semen still
filling my nostrils along with a certain panic, made my breathing labored.
I almost began to hyper-ventilate but refused to make a move to brush my
teeth or otherwise clean-up after my afternoon of being at the bookstore.
Dad might hear me and his yelling would begin.

The moon filled my room with light.  I always left the mini-blinds open,
just something most people do in high-rises.  Now I wished I'd closed it
before hiding out under the covers.  I'd never fall back to a real sleep
with it bathing my bed in its white glow.

I could hear the faint noises of dad knocking a pot around in the kitchen
as he apparently was re-heating some dinner. He turned the television on in
the kitchen and for a moment I began to wonder if he'd yell at me at all.
If he was going to rail into me, why hadn't he slammed into my room and
whooped my ass by now?

I figured he must have decided to let me sleep...or was waiting to yell at
me in a sneak attack. I must have laid there for forty-five minutes just
staring at the moonglow ceiling and listening to the faint sounds
emminating from the other rooms.  Again, I dozed off .

"COCKWHORE!", dad yelled, waking me up in shock.

I tried to blink my sleepy eyes into vision.  I was disoriented as I looked
in the direction of dad's voice.  "Whaat..?", I mumbled.

As I was roused, my heart rate picked up speed.  So he had gone for the
sneak attack.

"Wake up, cumpig...", dad kicked the end of my bed and jolted me into a
seated position. As I looked at him, bathed in the light which streamed in,
I saw that he was wearing just a t-shirt and jockey shorts.  He held a
glass of whiskey on the rocks and again kicked my bed.

"DAD", I cried, "I'm soorryy...I'm so soorrryyy...I know what I did was
wrong, dad..."  I began sobbing and trembling in fear.  I'd never had such
an intense moment with my father before.  The feeling in the air made me
frightened.

"SORRY???", he smirked and threw the ice from his drink at me."WRONG??  It
was WRONG??  Like what? A wrong answer in your math class???"

"You... know ...what I ...mean, dad", I choked out.

"You bet your slut ass it was WRONG...", dad knocked over the small chair
at my desk. "You coulda shut my place down...and FOR WHAT???  To fuckin'
feed your SLUT throat with CUM???  A bunch of strangers cummin' in your 13
year old whore holes!??"

I shook in fear.  Even though I'd never known my dad to be violent, I
feared he might produce a gun and just blast me away.  His face looked
murderous and as he shouted, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I...", I weakly muttered. I knew there was nothing I could say to explain
what had occurred.  Even I didn't quite understand what had possesed
me. "I...oh..dad...."  My sobbing continued.

"My kid wants cum bad enough to get me arrested??  Is that it?  You such a
cumwhore you don't give a SHIT about me or your mother or your fucking
security here???"  Dad ripped the blankets off my bed, leaving me laying
there exposed.  I wanted to climb under the bed.

"YOU WANT CUM??", he shouted, "YOU WANT CUM SO BAD???"  He looked at me in
the fiercest of ways.

"NO, dad...I'm so sorry...I don't know why I...", I, pathetically
explained.

"YES YOU FUCKING DO", dad smirked, "You're a cumwhore...I raised a fucking
cumwhore...so much the fuckin' slut he can't even reach a legal age to be a
whore...got myself a teen-age slut for a son...how the FUCK do you think
that makes me feel, CUMPIG??!"

Dad found my bookbag that I'd put on my desk and roughly unzipped it.
"Look at this slutty filth!", he screamed, pulling out my school uniform
shirt and tie that were coated in dried semen from the men I'd serviced.
"You fuckin' covered yourself in a bunch of STRANGERS' CUM...filthy fuckin'
semen from who-knows-who..."

I put a pillow over my head and screamed into it, trying to drown out my
dad's words.  It was useless.

"And god only fuckin' knows how much of the stuff you were eating...letting
men shoot their filthy cum down your throat...", dad continued shouting.
Then he banged my backpack to the floor. "GET UP, YOU WHORE!"

Dad came around to the side of my bed and ripped the pillow from my arms.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the bed.  His grip on my upper arm
hurt and I knew it would be bruised.  "You're coming with me, whore..."

"Please dad...please...don't dad...", I begged not even sure of where we
were going.  "Please let me just go to London, dad, please...you never have
to see me again...I'll never call you dad...I promise....please just don't
hurt me..."

"SHUT the FUCK UP", he yelled, "ONE MORE FUCKIN word and you WILL go to
London!!"  Dad pulled me out into the living room.  He pushed me roughly
into a chair.  "Sit your ass down and don't make a fucking goddamn
sound..."

I trembled as I sat in one of the chrome and leather arm chairs.  Dad went
to the liquor cabinet and poured himself another drink.  He must have been
the most outraged of his life.  Dad never drank in front of me...or walked
around the house in just his underwear.  I was afraid he'd get drunker and
wind up killing me.

He went to the kitchen and quickly returned plopping a couple of ice cubes
into his whiskey.  He stood looking out one of the windows that lined the
vast room.

"I...", I started.

"Shut...the...fuck...up," he interrupted,
"and...stay..the..fuck..shut...up".  His voice was much more controlled and
normal.  I watched him as he stared into the nocturnal cityscape.

Despite the deep shit I knew I now found myself, I couldn't help but admire
my dad's back. Even through his white t-shirt. I could see his powerful
shoulders and well-muscled spine.  Now even I thought I was nuts. What was
wrong with me?  Dad is standing at the window planning a strategy to kill
me and secretly dump my body and I'm getting a BONER looking at his
physique!

"Where did I fuckin' go wrong to have raised a cumslut?", he asked,
speaking into the window glass.  "A barely 13 year old cocksucker??  Shit,
I was in Little League when I was 13...and there you are...on your knees
letting men line up for a free fuck of your mouth..."  Dad's mood was stoic
and his body rigid. "And I am NOT to blame for any of this...", he
continued, almost talking to himself.  "I kept it a secret all your life
that I ran a porn shop...you were raised more by that stuck up mother than
me anyway."

"And now here we are...she departs the country with her royal ass and ten
million pound FOP leaving you in my hands...", dad stated. "Leaving my
CUMWHORE kid in my hands, I should say."

"I...", I tried to offer.

"SHUT UP...last fucking time saying it." Dad's stern tone returned and he
turned to face me. "Believe me, I know it's hard for you to keep that slut
mouth of your SHUT!"

As dad turned, I couldn't help but notice that his cock seemed much bigger
inside his white jockey shorts.  I sobbed but some innate cocklover's voice
told me my dad had a really big cock.  Suddenly, I wanted to run away from,
and yet at the same time, suck off my own father. I'd never had those
thoughts before but, then again, I had really never seen my dad in so
little clothing.  I began to understand what Max must have been feeling
about being around my dad all day.

I looked at dad as he walked directly over to me.  For a moment I thought
he might slap me or worse.  But he stopped short just 12 inches in front of
where I sat.  The heat of his body's aura poured over me.  He stared at me
intensely.  I couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression. His
thick basket was barely an arms reach from me.

No words were spoken as dad stared at me and took a sip of his drink.  I
was confused yet oddly excited.  The October night hung heavily between us.

"What?  Isn't it good enough for you?", he suddenly whispered.

I knitted my brow in total confusion.

"I thought you did everybody", he continued in a hushed tone.

Was my dad asking what I thought he had said? Was he insinuating that he
want me to suck him off?

I looked at his hefty crotch and saw his penis throb a few times within the
confines of his underwear.  He looked at me staring at him.

Slowly, I reached out and placed my small fingers on his hard mound. Again
his big cock flexed and pushed out against the fabric.

I was utterly stunned he had let me touch him but since he hadn't pushed
away my hand in disgust, I groped him more directly.  His cock was harder
than most any guy I'd ever felt and it was obvious that he was extremely
big.  His meat rode across his pelvic bone 10 solid inches.

No words were exchanged. The only sound was the clinking of ice as dad took
a final long swig from his glass and polished off his whiskey.  I groped
and squeezed him in the most lascivious of ways, having learned how to make
an adult man feel really lustfully horny in my hands.

Dad put the empty glass down on the table beside us and then placed his
arms akimbo to his hips.  Even at 13, I could read that body language
easily.  All the straight men who wanted me to give them a blow job did the
same thing, silently communicating that they strictly wanted be serviced.

My dad smelled of whiskey, sweat and talcum powder.  He was clean but had
obviously had the longest day of his life at work. Maybe this was a way I
could make up for being a source of such anxiety to him.  I wanted to make
dad forget his anger at me if even for the length of a sordid incestuous
blow job.

"You like that?", he whispered.

I simply nodded and traced dad's cock through the material.

"Then fucking suck it, whore...", he again whispered.  He took my head into
his hands and crushed his basket into my face rubbing it across my cheeks
and across the bridge of my nose.  I felt a trace of his precum wet my face
as it leaked through the cotton fabric.

"I like my cocksuckers to SUCK...", he said, grinding himself more
aggressively into my face. I started sucking the head of his thick penis
right through the thin fabric. His precum was sweet and copious and I got
my first real taste of the seminal fluid that flowed from my own father's
sexual organ.

"Ya, like that, cumsucker...feeding my own kid...", dad snickered to
himself. "Got me a little boy cockwhore right here at home...good fucking
deal!"


To be continued...

