Dad’s last words were, “whatcha working on, son?” He sounded so genuine and intere
Dad’s last words were, “whatcha working on, son?” He sounded so genuine and interested that I almost felt bad my buds grabbed him from behind and knocked him out with chloroform. But then I reminded myself that he just told me last week when I came out to him that, “no son of mine is going to be a faggot!” I told him I understood and he thought that meant I’d straighten out for him. What I really meant was that was the last straw of a pile of homophobic shit I’d heard out of him for years. My friends and I constructed this contraption and plan over the last few months. My dad is a hot guy. Crazy in shape for his age. All my gay buds lusted after him. Well, I decided to teach Dad that being gay isn’t being weak. A gay guy doesn’t default to being a faggot. Sometimes, the “straight” guy is overpowered and turned into the fucked cum receptacle. We stripped him naked (I have to admit he’s a hot piece of ass), strapped him down in fuckhole position and hooded him. I’ll be the first to fuck him and breed him with his own DNA. After that, all my buddies can fulfill every fantasy they’ve ever had about him. He’s going to see the man I’ve become. And then I’m moving out. He’ll have some shit to deal with. Maybe he’ll learn something about himself. Maybe we’ll even be friends one day. Who knows?! But this is gonna be one hell of a party! -- source link
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