DonutHole

5y

-BRAVE

BIRDIN86

5y

"I pictured his p**** being shoved down my throat and him telling me to drain all his sperm out of him if I wanted to get out of the bed."

You need Jesus in your life

glutengang

5y

Surely there's a sxn for this

Ooo

5y

Prince fans

Ooo

5y

Prince fans

math fifty

5y

The fact that my thread about black male privilege got locked but this nigga jerking his dad off didnt get locked shows mods are racist

ASAKI

5y

D-Dad, you're home already? My Rolex™ is telling me that it's early...

Ooo

5y

On the real tho. I feel like you gotta get more personal and intimate. Since these stories get made a lot you gotta differentiate. Deal with turmoil of a father finding this out and maybe beating the son. But the son finds out later he likes it. And acts out to get beat by the father. The mother intervenes. You chose to stand by the father

rayray

5y

Hello KTT. Ever since the pandemic started I been working on writing short novels and stories for my language arts class in college. I wanted to share a story I had written WARNING Vulgar language & Sexual Content & D*** Usage Also I’m not insisting on creating a bait thread. It’s for anyone who genuinely has a passion for non fiction writing and dialogue. So please don’t lock. Anyone I pulled this from my Google docs so I can share if it gets locked.

Like a leaf in the wind my vessel and connection to my human body was to be born. A rear child growing from adolescence and learning from his father. My mother nurtured me and cared for me but her loving wasn’t enough to satisfy my wants and craving. A boy whoms love isn’t for a certain object. I was attracted to close relationships. The first person who made me feel I was attractive and loved was my father. He cured my fears and often left me curious when he was away or asleep. I was insecure and unsure of what I wanted from him. Every trip or errand we ran I noticed myself edging him on to be more affectionate with me. “Dad hold my hand” I said. “Dad you look so strong doing that”. I was a 13 year old boy and he thought nothing much of it. But just thinking about him physically was making me sweat. It wasn’t a nervous sweat. The peel of my forehead creating precipitation was a sweat of anxious and feelings that only a woman would feel if she was playing Marvin Gaye. I was nervous. The dreams was my biggest confirmation that I wanted to be my mother at this point. I wanted to feel what she had felt from my father all those nights and days. I had sleep paralysis one night and I never wanted it to end. It felt I was being choked and forced to swallow something. I was in fear but what calmed me down is imagining my father. I never wanted to wake up at this point. I pictured his p**** being shoved down my throat and him telling me to drain all his sperm out of him if I wanted to get out of the bed. Once I started screaming I woke up. My room was filled with ambience. As my mother approached my room she shook her head and left. I thought she had overheard my dream however she alerted my father that I had my first wet dream. Eating breakfast my father approached me and explained that a wet dream was normal and find. He did the shoulder bump and smiled and said “so was the girl hot as s***”. I felt awkward and but yet so confident and I said “no dad it was actually you” I responded. It was a glaze of silence and he looked at me with no emotion. My mother walked in and said they would be late for work. My father got up and walked out. There I was at home alone deeply confused that I may have expressed something to early to my father. I’m I gay? Do I love my father more than a father? Do I want to challenge my mother on pleasing him? What am I? I found myself at a panic attack. Stuck. Hours have gone by and I wrote on the wall obsession with my mother’s lip stick. The one she specifically would kiss my father with. As they walked in my father saw the damages and picked me up. His exact words was “no matter what I will always love you” and he french kissed me. Till this day the word obsession is more than just a noun or verb. Kept a secret my father always gets a handjob out of me. We consider this our bonding and love for each other as men. I love you Eddie

ASAKI

5y

OP's dad when he sees his son around the corner

MM6 Moka

5y

What f***s me up is that you did this for college, wtf did ya professor say about you creepin on ya pops