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Adam was tucked inside his bed, he had an eventful day in his 5th grade class and was ready to rest. His brain replayed memories from his school, mainly being with his new friend. He was always the kid to have trouble connecting with his peers, but a strike of luck came when he was assigned to work with another boy for a creative writing project.
He winced remembering that topic, Adam and the other boy had gotten too loose with their assignment. Goofing off for their own amusement instead of paying attention to what was required. They had ended up getting in trouble with staff, ending up in a meeting with the principal. “The Big Book of Granny” is what they called it, the main protagonist was of course, Granny. It was Adam’s idea mainly, the other boy helped too, bringing granny to life with his art skills.
Suddenly Adam heard the knob to his door twist and turn, a guest inviting themselves in. His eyes flash open and he registers that it’s his father. The occurrence was odd, his father was usually never home to tell him goodnight and tuck him into bed. An absent father, but with good intentions in mind. He never meant for his absence to hurt Adam, but the damage is there albeit hidden.
Peter tries to break the awkward tension by sitting on Adam’s bed, bringing himself down to the kids level. “Hey buddy.” A greeting that twists around in the young boys gut, it felt unnatural and uncanny. Adam wondered what his dad could possibly want, or was this goodnight as innocent as it seemed? Pondering on his response he finally lets out a soft, “Hi dad.”
“So I had heard from you mother that you got in some trouble at school, is that right?” Oh, that’s what it was. Of course his dad wouldn’t see him without ulterior motives, he just wasn’t that important. Adam glances away from his suddenly all-too-intimidating father, instead opting to fiddle with the sheets on his bed. “Um, yes dad. I did.”
Peter let’s out an exasperated sigh, he pinches his nose bridge trying to soothe his anger. “You know Adam, the school called me and I had to leave work over this? The principal made me and your mother go to a meeting over a bad decision you made.” Adam meekly hangs his head down, too ashamed to notice his dad’s presence. He tries to ignore the thick, suffocating atmosphere that hangs in the air.
He swallows the lump in his throat, faintly whispering, “I’m really sorry dad.” Admitting his wrong-doings pains Adam even further, tears threaten to fill his eyes. Peter lets out a sour laugh, “Is that all you have to say Adam? I thought I raised you better. I can’t believe I have such a disappointment of a son. You are a real let down. Do you hear me?” And with those words the damn in Adam’s eyes breaks.
The young boy curls up on himself, rocking back and forth as his body shakes with sobs. His soft cheeks get wet with tears, small hands palming them away. He doesn’t want to annoy his father any more than he already has so he stays silent. The words all catch in his throat, self deprecating affirmations. Adam wishes he was more like his older brother right now, his father had always looked at him with so much pride.
Peter’s temper was like a pot of water on the stove, and Adam was the heat making him boil over. His patience had snapped, there was no more rational thought. He was going to teach Adam a lesson in ways he knew worked. “Come sit by me, son.”
Within no time he was accompanied by the younger boy on the edge of the bed. Adam sniffles and holds back his cries, obedient to his father’s instructions. “Now, get on your knees below me.” Peter commands. Adam wonders what his dad could possibly be setting up, was he going to make him sit up on his knees until they get sore as a punishment?
Whatever it was, he didn’t like the position. The authoritative relationship between the two even more pronounced. He felt like less than to his father, nothing more than a speck of dirt on the ground; subordinate.
A zipper gets pulled down, breaking the silence between them. Adam looks up and realizes his dad is getting undressed, but he doesn't understand why. Peter tugs his dick out of his boxers, it’s at half-mast. Adam swallows dryly, noting all the differences his father’s privates had compared to his own.
The older man’s member was dark in color, it had large veins running up and down it. There was a considerable patch of pubes above it, and a thick smell emitted from it. Was his penis going to look the same when he’s older? His thoughts were cut off when suddenly he felt flesh on his face. Adam froze like a deer in headlights, trying to process what was happening.
Pre-cum smeared all across his lightly freckled cheeks, the heat from the skin-to-skin contact burned. The younger boy hated how sticky it felt on his face, there was nothing more he wanted than to run away and wash his face off. But all he could do is wince his face shut and bear through it.
Adam hoped this was all, surely it was a good enough punishment for what he’s done. “Open up your mouth son.” Reluctantly, the boy opens his jaw, unknowingly inviting his father in. Peter’s member throbs in his hands, it’s fully hard now.
Small beads of sweat form on his forehead. God, if he got caught right now- About to fuck his son’s mouth, there’d be no way he’d ever see him again. And with that last thought he let his dick make contact with Adam’s mouth.
Fuck, it was even better than he expected. Nancy couldn’t compare to her son sexually, Peter immorally concluded. His son had softer lips, they supported and hugged his dick like they were meant to be around it. He restrained from bucking into the boys mouth, trying to savor the moment he steals his oral virginity.
Adam wants to vomit, the member had a salty taste and it was covered in a thin film of sweat. He tries to pull his tongue back and away from the intrusion but it pushes even father into his mouth. He feels his dad’s large hands cup the back of his head, while going even deeper.
Tears prick in the young boys innocent blue eyes, he wrenches them shut. The large erection bumps into the back of his throat, going places Adam has never had touched. An abrupt dry heave comes from him, Peter’s breath catches in his throat. The sensation felt heavenly, and he thrusts making the young boy choke even more.
This must be what drowning feels like, Adam distantly thinks. Maybe, his father is trying to kill him as a punishment. His heart pangs with pain at the thought and more sobs are forced out. Why’s his dad hurting him when he loves him so much? All Adam’s wanted was his attention, he realizes he must not be good enough for it. I’m bad, bad, bad … I deserve this.
Peter looks down at his son, relishing in the sight. He’s turned him into an absolute mess just with a couple of thrusts. Snot is leaking out the boy’s nose, mixing with the salvia that’s dripping from his mouth. There’s a dull, painful ache inside of Adam’s jaw, it’s not big enough to fit grown cocks inside it just yet.
That doesn’t stop the older male from continuing his assault. He grips his son’s hair harder, threading the light brown locks in between his fingers. Peter uses his son like a fleshlight, fucking into his mouth with no regard. Small teeth scrape his dick with every motion, Peter can excuse the action since it was his son’s first blowjob. He pays no mind to the small hands slapping against his legs, begging for mercy.
And maybe he should’ve been more considerate, because now he’s paying the price. A sharp acidic smell fills the room, and there’s hot chunky liquid flowing back against his member. Adam sputters, his little frame shakes with every heave from his stomach. His school lunch makes a reappearance, burning his throat as it comes up.
Peter will be annoyed about the cleanup he’ll after to do after this, but for now he’s too busy chasing his orgasm. The added texture of half digested food makes his insides churn. He pictures Nancy walking in, how disgusted and shocked she would be at the sight. How could the father of her child defile him in such ways?
It’s not long until Peter can feel his orgasm impending, his balls draw up and go tight. At once his whole body goes rigid, he buries Adam into his pubes and violently ejaculates. Hot, gooey cum fills the young boys throat. It’s like cement inside of his mouth, sealing the opening shut with how thick the substance was.
And as quickly as it happened it was over. Peter makes sure all his load made it inside his son’s mouth before retracting his member, he swiftly tucks it back inside his clothing. It was like nothing had happened at all for the older man. He pats Adam on the head, ruffling his soft brown hair. “Go on and clean yourself up son.”
Peter heads towards the door, but pauses and makes eye contact with his son. “You won’t make a mistake like that again will you?” He quirks an eyebrow up, testing the younger. Adam can’t swallow, his mouth still full of semen. It leaks out of his mouth as he rasps out, “No dad…”
Adam’s left alone. His bedroom doesn’t feel like his anymore and this isn’t his home. He resents the world for letting his father degrade him, he asks the question “Why?” but there’s no answer.
He vomits again.