Indian Gay sex story – I was Dad’s faggot

I sat in my room doing my algebra homework. I looked up and saw that it was almost quarter past 6:00. Dad would be home soon from the office, and he would probably want to fuck me. He had been fucking me for almost six months now, often three or four times a week. It had been a few days since he had bonked my ass, and I knew he couldn’t hold off much longer.

You see, I was Dad’s faggot, and only eighteen years old. He had caught me looking at some boys last summer at the beach, and when we had gotten back to the hotel where my family was staying, he sent my mother and sister away to shopping so he could have a “talk” with me. His talk consisted of his accusing me of being a fag and them shoving his randy dick up my asshole. He told me that I was going to be his fag slut from now on.

Dad opened my bedroom door without knocking. “Hey faggot.”

“Hi Dad,” I replied. I knew for certain he was going to have me.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Pretty good,” I responded, “yours?”

“Not bad. I feel like getting my dick sucked before dinner. How’s that grab you?”

“Sure, Dad. Sounds great!”

“You really are a faggot, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well why don’t you come over here and blow me, then.”

“OK!,” I said as I scrambled over to my father. He began loosening his tie as I knelt down in front of him. I could see his cock swelling underneath the material of his pants.

“God, I’m horny . Take my dick out and suck on it.”

“Yes, Dad.” I reached up and undid his belt buckle, then his fly. I pulled his suit pants down to the floor, leaving him standing there in jockey shorts that could barely constrain his lewd prick. I reached up and grabbed the sides of his underwear and gave the white cotton a swift downward tug, releasing his penis in all of its glory.

“Gee Dad, that sure is pretty,” I cooed.

“You like Dad’s dick, don’t you ?” my father queried lustfully.

“Yes, Dad, you know I do.”

“You really are a little faggot cocksucker, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Dad. I’m a pansy. I love sucking dick,” I replied right before I formed an “O” with my mouth and engulfed his swollen dick with my adolescent lips.

Dad moaned as I swallowed his shaft down to his root. I took all of his seven inches into my mouth, then my throat, until my nose was nestled in his musky pubes. I kissed the root of his cock with my lips as the head of his prick throbbed in my throat.

“Oh fuck, please  fuck that feels good. I don’t know why you don’t like girls like normal guys do, but God that fucking feels good,” my Dad panted as my throat constricted around his rod.

“God, I can’t believe my own son is a fag,” he continued, “but your mouth sure feels nice.”

I then lifted my head up until only the glans of his penis was still inside my mouth. I then swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before I dove back down on it, causing him to buck his hips into my cock-sucking mouth. I repeated this process over and over, masturbating him with my mouth. My left hand cupped his balls and fondled them gently in an effort to augment his pleasure. My own prick throbbed in excitement as I continued my faggoty filial duty.

Dad was obviously enjoying my efforts.

“UUUH!” he grunted, “FUCKING LITTLE FAG. TAKE MY FUCKING COCK INTO YOUR FAGGOT MOUTH!”

I continued to bob up and down on my father’s stiffie.
I knew I would soon be rewarded with a shot of creamy sperm.

“OH I’M GONNA SHOOT OFF SOON. YOU WANT IT IN YOUR MOUTH GIRL?”

“Yes Daddy,” I replied as I briefly released his cock from my incestuous blowjob. I quickly resumed my sucking, bobbing my head up and down rapidly.

“OH YEAH. OH FUCKING YEAH. OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FUCKING FEELS GOOD. SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK! FUCKING SUCK MY FUCKING COCK!”

Dad’s penis climaxed in my mouth. I quickly swallowed the tasty cum as I felt my own prick explode in excitement. After draining every drop, I reluctantly lifted my head off of his prick as I heard my mother call us to dinner.

“We’d better get going,” my Dad smiled at me. I grinned back, cum dripping out of the corner of my mouth. I’m sure my mother’s chicken chops would seem somewhat salty that night.

END