Before I was even born my ‘parents’ went their separate ways. They never married and resultantly I never grew up with a father. As I would later learn, I had been a huge mistake due to my mother’s tardy approach to oral contraception. My ‘biological’ father, therefore, never played a part in my life other than alimony payments that he willingly paid. I never had any contact with him and consequently, no Christmas or birthday gifts ever materialized. I had no idea where he lived or ever had any contact with him. Fortunately, I had a rather happy childhood and my mother decided that she wasn’t interested in marrying. Whatever her reasons, it suited me just fine.
During my upbringing, mom had a number of relationships lasting one night, a month, and sometimes a year or two. Some of the guys were rather nice, but most treated me with contempt.
By the time I was sixteen, I unequivocally knew that I was gay. Although I had numerous opportunities to indulge in heterosexual sex during this period, I always abstained. My reluctance was always written off to the fact that I was shy, but as all my buddies assured me, that given time I would overcome this ‘malady.’
After turning sixteen, however, my life was about to change remarkably. Firstly, I began to hang out with a group of guys a couple of years older than me. They were really cool and I loved the maturity of these buddies. Sadly, however, this was to prove to have far-reaching consequences.
One night, whilst in their company, we broke into a vehicle of a guy who had stupidly left his wallet on the passenger seat. Unbeknownst to us, we were captured in living colour by a security camera during the act. To cut a long story short, my buddies and I all received three-month sentences. They were all sent to a regular penitentiary, but given my age, I ended up in a juvenile facility.
During my incarceration, my deep-seated sexual homosexual tendencies were finally and ‘forcibly’ unearthed, because three older guys in juvie decided that I was perfectly suited to becoming their juvie bitch. I was a very slim and attractive blond-haired boy who only stood five-foot-seven-inches tall. Given my petite disposition, I was like a sitting duck for sex-starved older teenagers wanting to get their rocks off.
My initial sexual encounter was a little scary, but the pleasure of finally having my mouth and arse solidly fucked, far outweighed any discomfort.
The three guys who continually used me thrived on their power over me. I, of course, fuelled their horny machinations by playing the ‘reluctant damsel,’ to the fullest. In the future, having acquired a taste for coercive intercourse in juvie, sexual domination always turned me on incredibly.
There was even a warden who upon catching me and my ‘persecutors,’ ‘in flagrante delicto’ one evening, became a regular ‘addict’ of my mouth and backside. Warden Morris also introduced me to another sexual practice that would always feature strongly in my future life. Prior to the first time he fucked me, I was warmed-up by a thick belt that he always wore. Once he had taken the strap to me, as he referred to it, I was totally hooked on being spanked.
My next life-changing experience also occurred during that week, when my mom visited and informed me that she had gotten hold of my father and that I would be living with him, henceforth. She explained that her current beau had proposed to her and that she had accepted his proposal. I was under no doubt that Cedric, her current lover did not like me at all and that he had no doubt had been very influential in her decision to rid herself of me.
I briefly considered turning on the floodgates but grasped that my mother would not be receptive to my pleas after my recent fuckup. I had screwed up and now I needed to man up and take my shame. I gracefully accepted my fate after reasoning that my mom deserved happiness. My mother had essentially kicked me out of the nest and I was being catapulted into my next phase of life.
Upon my release, I was actually quite sad that my initiation into gay sex had come to an end.
I was also mesmerized with the idea of meeting father. During the few days before his arrival, I wondered what he would be like. I had always accepted the fact that I would most probably never know him and yet, suddenly, he was being thrust into my life in the most unexpected manner.
On the day of my release, as I exited the juvenile facility and walked towards him a myriad of thoughts flooded through my mind. My dad was far larger than me and it was perplexing that I was his son, because there seemed to be no family resemblance at all. He had never insisted on paternity tests after I was born and as I would later learn, he had simply accepted the responsibility for being my biological father.
In his up and down career he had worked in an array of jobs and lived all over the place. Miraculously, however, my mother had never, not received her alimony payments. As I approached him I was oddly taken by how sexy he was. He was a real redneck hick, but a fuckin’ good-looking piece of white trash.
“I’m Reed, your dad, and am pleased to finally meet you, Tully,” he said in a gravelly voice, as a rough tradesmen’s hand reached out to me.
“What should I call you?” was the first thing that came to my mind.
“Fuck, anything you like,” he said with a smile, “But, ‘dad’ would be like music to my ears,” he uttered.
“Cool, then its dad,” I replied, as he awkwardly embraced me.
I cannot describe the surge of emotion that went through me as this happened. I uncontrollably began to sob and was placated by his reassuring rough hands as they stroked my back. Inexplicably and remarkably, I also felt my cock becoming rock-hard as he comforted me. When we got to his old truck I saw all my shit that he had obviously collected from my mother, on the back of his pickup.
After commencing our four-hour drive home Reed did most of the talking.
Reed, my dad, firstly told me about the school I would be attending. It was his second choice but as he explained, given my history it was the best he could do. Reassuringly, Reed then also confessed that he had spent six months in juvie as a minor. Reed next told me that he was a maintenance man at the local municipality where he lived. He further went on to mention that he lived in a trailer park and that although it was fairly small, it was, nevertheless, comfortable.
A while later, when Reed spoke again, his tone took on an authoritative demeanour. “I expect you to earn your keep while living with me. I am a real slob and I am pleased that I’ve finally got someone to take care of my needs.”
I found his last sentence rather perplexing. Why hadn’t he rather said; ‘cook and clean?’ I thought to myself. In addition, there was something strange in his look as he kept glancing at me. I, naturally, realized that I was somewhat of a novelty to him, but I was sure I could detect salaciousness in his eyes. It was both disturbing and exciting to me but I kept reminding myself that he was, after all, my father.
Another aspect of our journey that concerned me was that Reed was a heavy smoker. Neither my mom nor I smoked and it worried me how I would now have to get used to being around a person who smoked as he did. The rest of our journey was punctuated by the general chitchat of becoming acquainted.
With a half an hour left to our destination, I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind all along. “Did you ever marry or have other kids?” I asked.
Answering the second part of my question first, he got a wry smile on his face and said, “No, paying for one kid was enough for me.”
Then, after a pause, he resumed, “I never got involved with a woman after your mom. Truthfully, I lost my appetite for women after my relationship with your mother.”
Alarm bells now went off in my head. Sure, if I had met Reed as a complete stranger, I would have happily let him fuck the hell out of me. The thought, however, that he was my dad, put an entirely different complexion on matters. I reassuringly told myself that I simply had an overactive imagination.
Reed’s trailer was not only small but looked like a pigsty. Full ashtrays, beer bottles, and dirty clothes were scattered all about, and a mountain of dirty dishes was also in evidence.
With an impish grin, he said, “It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Tully.”
I simply shrugged in reply. Reed then ordered two pizzas from a takeaway before taking me on the ‘grand tour.’
Apart from the living area, there was one bedroom and a separate bathroom and toilet. The small wardrobe in the bedroom had hardly any clothing in it, so my scant collection of clothing would easily fit. I was also categorically informed that we would be sharing the large queen-sized bed.
“I’m very happy to sleep on the floor,” I courteously suggested.
“No, that won’t work, and besides I don’t have any additional bedding,” Reed resolutely informed me, before resuming, “There are coins in that jar over there, once a month you need to wash the bedding at the local laundry in the complex, understood?”
I simply did not reply to this, stunned by the infrequency of the of his laundry regimen.
Next, after Reed had stripped and was only wearing his underpants, he retrieved two beers from the fridge. “During the week, you may only have one beer a day,” he then concluded with an impish wink, “On the weekend, however, that’s negotiable,” he said with a snort.
Reed had a muscular lithe body that hadn’t been toned in a gym but clearly formed by hard labour. Although he had a couple of non-noteworthy tattoos, he was unmistakably a real alpha male.
After our pizzas were delivered we consumed them. As we did so he said, “I’ve taken the day off from work tomorrow to get you settled into your new school. There’s a bus that will collect you from here and drop you off on a daily basis, thereafter, so have no worries on that score.”
After a while, he sternly continued, “I expect to see this place looking spick and span over the next few days. Are we clear on that?”
“Sure,” I replied, acquiescently.
Everything was beginning to feel like I was in a time warp and it was becoming totally disorientating to me. Was I going to be a fuckin’ sex slave to my father? I thought to myself.
‘Am I overthinking this?’ I then pondered, as I tried to acclimatize to this new existence.
When bedtime finally arrived, my heart began racing. After we moved through to the bedroom, Reed unceremoniously removed his underpants and blatantly stood looking at me, as if to say, check me out, bitch.
As I was about to get into bed with my underpants on, he growled, “Jesus, Tully, stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. Real men sleep naked.”
Sheepishly, I removed my jockeys as I faced away from him, before surreptitiously sliding into the bed. Facing away from Reed I now curled up into a foetal position. My body was shivering as I nervously did so.
I could feel Reed moving in close to me before he asked, “Tell me about juvie?”
“What… what do you want to know?” I nervously stammered.
“Well… you’re a really pretty boy. The senior boys must have been all over you like moths to a flame,” he uttered.