I guess I should probably start this off by telling you a little bit about myself. Today, I'm 29 and live in New York. Have three kids with a girl I've been involved with for ten years. Im native American, so I have a bit of a tan. I'm 5'10" and a little chunky at 220lbs. Got some tats and I'm a little on the hairy side. But back when my story takes place, I was a whole different person.

In school I was always really active, never got into school spirit crap so I didn't do school sports or anything, but I was always out playing with friends. Ran a lot, my teachers always tried to get me to join track. And I was a big fan of playing football with the neighborhood kids. So not to brag like I was a monster, but I stayed in decent shape. Probably 5'7" at the time, no more than 130lbs and pretty cut build wise. I keep my back hair pretty short, like buzz cut or short fade, and back then was just starting to grow a mustache.

When I was a child, like really young, baby young, my parents died in a car accident. I know, so sad, but that's not the int of my story. After that I bounced around a lot, had some trouble with anger growing up so it was foster home after foster home mixed in with detention homes along the way. Not bad trouble either, regular kid shit like staying out past curfew and some school fights. Then I ended up in a foster home out in Ravena, NY.

The family there, who I will choose not to name here, we're horrible human beings. They locked me and the three other foster kids in our rooms, and often would leave us without food for a day or so. They had two kids of their own, good kids, a boy and a girl just a little older than me. They were nice. But then I ended up kissing the girl, we got along great, she was pretty in that young innocent way that twelve year olds were when we were kids, and I just wanted to do it. Not just me either, she kissed me first. But her dad found out, and he beat me pretty bad. Couldn't walk normal for almost two weeks, and once my bruises were gone they shipped me right off to the system again.

After a couple months, I got placed with a new foster home in Cohoes, NY. It was a middle aged couple who had one son of their own, but he was already twenty two and had left for the marines. I was the second foster they had, the first being a girl they had taken in when she was fifteen. They raised her, Alice, like she was their own and when she was eighteen she left, but didn't go far. She had moved just a ways down the street and they stayed very close. Alice and me hit it off almost immediately when we met, not like romantically. Like friends. Like we had been friends forever. She really became the big sister I never had. Despite her looks, 5'5" 115lbs blonde with a big DD rack and black woman's ass, I can honestly say that I never looked at her in a sexual manner.

The woman's name was Mary, a very beautiful woman who was showing her age(46) but carrying it very well. She was a little shorter than me, and weighed no more than 110. Her breasts were a nice C cup at least. Not too big, but not too small. I was twelve at the time and just hitting the whole puberty growth spurt so I noticed these things. Her Blonde hair was starting to grey a bit, but it didn't come in patchy like a lot of people's and almost seemed like she had done it herself, like highlights or something.

The man of the house, John, was a little older than Mary. He had just celebrated his fiftieth birthday before I came to live with them. He had a stocky build, and I was sure instantly that he was a pretty bad dude in his day. But he never showed it, at least not to me. He was mild mannered, and caring. A good fatherly figure. Stern with punishments when he needed to be, but you could tell that he didn't want to punish me when he had to. And by stern, I mean he stuck to them, not that they were crazy harsh or anything like that. Stuff like no phone for two weeks, or no games for a month. Physically, he looked much younger than fifty. Tall, easily 6'4" and weighed a solid 230, but it wasn't sloppy weight. He worked out a lot and carried himself very well.

By the time of my story I had lived with them for two years. I made a lot of friends, and had almost stopped getting in trouble altogether. John even convinced me to join the wrestling team, and I was doing damn good at it. Not that I was rich or anything, and my life definitely had its troubles, but at this point in time I felt like life couldn't get much better. Then, everything went bad for a while.

One day we came home and mom had gotten sick. It was bad. We had noticed some coughs for a while but she explained it off, saying it was just a cold and she would get over it. Turns out it was cancer, and not getting it checked had left her in a pretty bad spot. Couple months after she was diagnosed, she was gone. It was rough on all of us, but we fought through and got past it. Alice came over a Logan's helped with things like laundry and dinner and house chores. I did what I could between school and wrestling, like taking out the trash and doing dishes. Even started giving wrestling lessons for a little extra cash for household stuff.

John took it the hardest. For we while he went to a really dark place, and was diagnosed depressed for a bit. All in all, we got through it like any family did, supporting each other. About a year passed, and then Alice and I started trying to get John to go out more. Date a little, trips to the bar with his friends. He would do it, but come home and clearly not find himself fulfilled. I guess losing your love of thirty years will do that to you.

Well, one day I came home from school and John was sitting on the couch waiting for me. I walked in and seen the concerned look on his face and knew something was up. I worried it could be Alice, or Billy(the biological kid we didn't see too often). Then he pulled it out and I knew exactly what had happened. My report card had come in the mail. Now I was normally a solid A/B student, but things had distracted me and my grades had dropped. Not just a little either, I was averaging a C minus in every major class.

"Come here Thomas, sit with me so we can talk about this." he said as he pointed to the open cushion on the couch next to him.

"Dad, it's really not a big deal." I said as I sat next to him. "It's only first report card, I will get them back up before the end of the year."

"Thomas, this is most certainly a big deal." he told me in that voice that your parents have, the one that makes you realize you fucked up and they aren't taking excuses. "Your mother, god rest her soul, would be furious if she seen grades like these. Tell me what's going on son, I'm sure we can work through this."

"It's just that I've got a lot on my plate right now. Between school, and wrestling, and the diner(I had picked up a dish washing job for some extra money so I could get a car when I turned sixteen)"

"I understand that you're very busy these days, but you know how important your schooling is to me, and was to your mother. I'm very disappointed that you wouldn't just come to me and tell me you needed help."

Ugh, disappointed, the word hit me like a punch in the gut. This man, this amazing man that raised me when he didn't have to. That saved me from the other homes out there and gave me a life to be proud of and to work at maintaining, was disappointed in me. "I know dad, but I swear I'll make it up to you. I'm gonna get my grades back in check. I'll take less shifts at work, maybe cram my training sessions together so I have more time for school. I'm going to make this right."

"I know you will son, I have faith in you." he said as he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for one of those father son hugs we often have with our dads. "Bt you know there is going to have to be a punishment for this." he said with that tone, the one that told me he didn't want to punish me while at the same time telling me there was no getting out of it.

"I know. What's it going to be?" I asked before a few suggestions of my own. "No phone for a couple weeks? No computer?"

"It's clear to me that those punishments don't work on you anymore. If you want to prove to me that you really wanna make this right, and make it up to me, then you're gonna have to do something for me." he said as he pushed my body a little down toward his crotch. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but when my head was level with his belly button I guess I figured it out. I was really nervous, I mean, I'm not gay and never have been. In fact I'm quite fond of women, but I felt like I owed it to this amazing guy that had kinda saved my life to do what he asked.

I reached my hand toward his crotch and started rubbing his flaccid penis above his shorts. It was definitely weird, but I wanted to do this for him, so I kept on rubbing until I felt it getting a little bigger. Now soft, he was a solid four and a half inches long and moderately thick, maybe four fingers or so. So when it started to get hard, it got considerably bigger. "Pull it out." he said as he watched me rubbing his cock. I looked up to see him nod his head, confirming that I had heard him correctly.

His elastic shorts pulled easily allowing his thickening shaft to spring free from their grasp. As it popped out it stood upright for a mere moment before its sheer weight dropped it back down on his shorts. Reaching out, I grabbed it in my hand and started rubbing it more. The heat from his cock was incredible in my palm. I knew it was wrong, but somehow, knowing that I could make him feel so good just felt right to me. Then I felt his hand move to my head and gently push me toward his mushroom head. I had hoped I would be able to get him off with my hand and avoid blowing another guy, so I kinda tightened my lips to avoid it slipping in.

"Don't you want to make up for your report card?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered still stroking his cock.

"Then open up and lick it for daddy." he said. Part of me wanted to puke at the idea, but another part of me felt a little excited. With his cock pressed against my lips I slowly slipped my tongue out of my mouth. As it connected with his tip, it felt like I was licking a sponge. The taste was kind of salty, but the texture was definitely most like a sponge. Licking a second time, I ran my tongue all over the tip. Hearing him moan was all it took for me to want to go further. I slowly lowered my head on his shaft, taking nearly half of it in my mouth ask licked all around it.

"Oh yea." he said as he held my head and used it down further. His tip touched the dangly thing in the back of my throat and I almost puked, but I held it in. After a minute I started breathing through my nose and found it easier to a,low his cock so deep into my throat. I bobbed my head up and down taking in as much as I could and licking and sucking with every passing second. Then, when I felt him start to twitch in my mouth, he grabbed my head and stopped me. I looked at him to see if I did something wrong, but he just remained still, trying to hold back the orgasm that I had brought him so close to.

"That's not your punishment." he said to me as he stood up allowing his shorts to fall to the floor. "That was just you getting ready for your punishment." he added in making me feel incredibly nervous. "Take off your clothes." he said as he helped me to my feet. I felt scared, but somehow comforted that he was there. I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor. When it fell, he motioned for me to drop my pants as well.

Standing there, experiencing homosexuality first hand, I watched him stroke his cock as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down as far as it could go. I slipped my thumbs between the waistband of my boxers and slowly pushed until they, along with my pants, fell to the floor. He smiled as he gazed upon my naked body. "Now turn around, and bend over. Rest your arms on the couch cushions for balance." he said.

I knew what was coming, and part of me screamed that I should stop it. I had never done anything like this, and his cock was far larger than mine, but mine had made the one girl I had sex with cry out when he first did it. But another part of me enjoyed the idea. I was gonna be his toy today. His bitch, and I liked it. So I turned around and bent down like he said. Almost immediately I felt his meat rest itself in my asscrack. Then i felt his hand as he grabbed it and rubbed it while he spit on my crack. I felt his meat rub through the spit, getting smoother with every inch. Then I felt it press against my tight sphincter.

"This is gonna hurt, but I'll go slow for you." he said and held still until I nodded my head to approve the violation of my ass. "Tell me you want daddy's cock in your ass." he said as he pushed in about a half inch.

It hurt right away, not too bad, but definitely was painful. Kinda like when you have to take a real big dump. But he was right, I did want it. I had rubbed it, and licked it, and sucked it, and I desperately wanted to feel it in my ass. "Oh I want daddy's cock in my ass." I said prompting him to push in a little further. The pain made me cringe but I knew I still wanted this to happen.

"Tell me you love daddy's cock in your ass." he said slipping a little more in me.

My body started to grow accustomed to the feeling and it started to hurt a little less. Plus when he pushed in he hit a spot that made me feel amazing really quick. "Oh I love daddy's cock in my ass." I said, again resulting in it going further in. I knew it would hurt but I didn't want to wait any longer, so I slammed my ass backwards forcing the rest of him in me. His balls slapped against mine as I cried out from the pain of my ass being stretched so wide.

"Ohhhhh.." he moaned as I slammed onto him. "You do like it, don't you." he said. I still hurt from the impaling, but nodded my head vigorously. "You want me to fuck your ass?" he asked, and I immediately nodded yes again. Seeing me nod he pulled his cock almost all the way out of my ass. It probably should've felt good to have it gone, but I was left with an empty feeling(both literally and figuratively) and longed for its return. "Yu want daddy to cum in that tight little ass of yours?" he asked.

"Oh yes, please cum in my ass daddy. Please." I shouted. Hearing my pleas, he did what any loving father would do in that situation. He slammed his cock back into my ass. His thrusts in and out were crazy fast and hard. Rocking my body with each of the,, he slowly moved forward pushing me down onto the couch. Our bodies turned so we were long ways on the couch and he laid on top of me, pounding my ass hard. It still hurt a bit, but I loved every second of it. His cock rubbing over what I would later learn to be my prostate felt amazing and literally made me cum not once, but twice before he finished.

And oh what a finish it was. He pounded hard for ten minutes before he finally started taking slower, yet harder thrusts and I felt the warmth of his cum as wave after wave of it squirted into my ass. When he was done he laid on top of me, and left his cock in my ass so I could feel it deflate. Even deflated and limp, it still felt great when he moved around to climb off of me. I felt the cum as it leaked out of my ass and ran over the couch cushions.

"That was amazing." he said lying on the floor beside the couch.

"Yea it was." I said through labored breath.

"Can't wait to see your next report card." he jokingly said bringing a smile to my face.

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-01 07:18:56
why do so many incest stories start with the death of the mother or parents? its creepy.

anonymous readerReport

2012-09-01 07:18:50
why do so many incest stories start with the death of the mother or parents? its creepy.

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-20 11:24:47
What was the point of the hot girl, the girl he kissed, the description of what he's like now, etc?
You should have started with him getting home to the report card, breifly mention that his foster mom died, and then start the bum fucking

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-05 17:45:30
im originally from the capital district, so i read it all. Your descriptions are hot but I struggle with a kid getting fucked by an adult. It's just wrong.

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-05 00:45:50
I really need to pay more attention to the tags. Hate incest.

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