The Williams Family

 

 

 

It's strange to regail when it all started. Actually, I don't know when it all started, but I do know when it began for me. I was 16-years-old, and I remember that it was "Fellas Night". Something my Dad and I shared. We'd get together and play cards, or shoot pool, or just talk. We bonded. We were a close family, and my dad made sure of that. But all the things I had thought of my family would soon come to an end tonight, and I would look at them in a completely different way. My dad and I sat across from each other playing Gin Rummy as my dad started asking me questions about school, and life in general. "At 16, it's no doubt in my mind that your social life has changed a bit, eh?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"So tell me, any new girls in your life?"

"Not really." I answered.

"Ahh, listen son. I'm your father. I know that may seem parental of me, but there's nothing you can't share with me. This is our night man. Nothing has to leave this room if you don't want it to." he said.

"Dad, I just...don't want to dissappoint you."

"Get over it son. Spit it out." he said. It was hard to deny my father the information he asked for. He was bound to find out anyway.

"Dad...I think...I think I'm...I think I'm gay." I blurted out. Dad didn't say a word to me at first, he just stared. Didn't move a muscle, just stared.

Then finally, he leaned back on our couch, nodded his head to me, and said, "What makes you think that? Have you ever been with another boy?"

"Well, no...not really."

"Have you ever kissed, fondled, or sucked another boy?" he asked. I didn't want to clearly say yes, so I just turned my head to the side, and hoped he got the clue. He did.

He nodded again, "Well son, did you enjoy it?" he asked. I turned my head away again. "Come here Brian." I did as I was told, and joined my father on the couch. He put his arm across my shoulder in a fatherly way, and looked at me. "There's nothing wrong with being gay son. If it's who you are, and what you enjoy, then forget what everybody else has to say. You're brave to even go forward with telling me. I'm proud of you." he said.

At that point, my heart had taken a huge dive of relief. I couldn't believe how understanding my father was. I leaned over and gave him a hug. As I turned my chest into his, I felt something hard poke me. I looked down, and witnessed a rather large tent growing from my father's pants. I got even more worried now. I wonder if my father noticed that I had to tear away pants right now, and that I wasn't wearing any underwear? Hopefully not. I released myself from our hug, and went to stand up to go over to my seat. I could sense his eyes on my ass as I turned around, and it didn't take long for me to find out if my suspicions were true. My father yanked me by my pants back down onto the couch, and my pants buttons began to seperate. I saw the gleam of excitement in his eyes as he realized he could tear my pants off with out trouble. I tried to fight him, but the more I struggle, the easier it was for him to get me where he wanted me. Finally, my dad pinned me on my stomach, and tore away my pants. He laid eyes on my ass. "Dad, no!" I screamed.

"Look at this sweet ass, you've got son. No wonder you want to be gay." he said to me as he ran his fingers along the curves of my ass. Then, the worst sound came as I heard him unzip his pants, and they fell to the ground. My dad know laid over me with a raging hard cock slapping my ass cheeks. "Son, you wanna be gay, I'm gonna break you in right now." I felt his warm spit lube around my asshole as he swirled it around for lube. He lifted me up by my waist, and slowly entered my ass. I screamed in pain, but dad toook slow strides as he tried to enter me.

"No Dad! It's too big." I shouted.

"Shut up, you little faggot. I'm coming to fuck your ass good." Ten minutes of some slow grinding, my dad finally worked every inch of his cock inside my ass. He let out a loud sigh of joy with each inch, as I cried out in agony. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. In and out of my ass was my father's cock as he penetrated me for good measure. My father had a hard body, and a long 10 inch cock that swelled with each stroke. It wasn't long before the feel of his dick was betting the better of me, and I started stroking his chest.

"Oooh, yeah dad, that feels so good." I moaned.

"Awww yeah." my father grunted. He was loving the feel of his son's virgin ass squeezing his cock. He smacked my ass several times calling me his little bitch. I loved it. "Damn boy, you got a sweet ass." he'd grunt. Then he began stroking my soft cock as he continued to fuck me. God, it was amazing. He started pulling me by my hair to get more of his cock in my ass.

"Fuck my ass daddy. Yeah, fuck it!" I shouted to him. He didn't need much encouragement as he was standing up now plowing into my abused ass for his life. I shot a massive load onto the couch, and collapsed downward. My father had finally reached his final strokes, and plummetted all of his semen into my anal cavity. He screamed joyously, and then collapsed on top of me. That's how it began for me, but the story of my family continues to unravel.

Many more stories to come...of the Williams Family.