Mom is Drunk, You're My Daddy

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My name is Dade. I am 14 years old. I am a normal kid. I play the trombone, and I have a lot a friends. I just started working out, so I'm trying to get a better body. I am a little slim, but I make up for it with my height. I'm almost 5'7 already! I've got red hair, some call me a ginger, but I don't think I'm irish.

My whole life changed last year, when Chuck moved in next door. He and my mom got along immediately. They even dated for a little bit. But she liked to drink, and she was pretty rough on me. Chuck saw this, and I think he took pity on me. They didn't date long, because she was always so mad, and he didn't want to deal with it. But he was always nice to me, no matter what.

While they were dating, he used to sleep over a lot. This was when my mom wasn't drunk all the time. I would hang out at home while they went out, then run to bed before they got in. I would listen to them talk and laugh, They would make sexy noises, and I would hear them moan and have sex.

At first, it was almost every night. Chuck would come over, they would have dinner, go out for a drink or two, then come home and have sex. Sometimes at my house, sometimes at his. But soon, things changed. Mom went back to drinking more and more on their dates, and she would get mad at him. She would say really mean things like he was 'bad in bed' and 'cheap'. I know most of that isn't true, that she was just mad that he wouldn't buy her more alcohol, but soon he couldn't take it. He broke up with her.

After Chuck, my mom started dating anyone that would take her out drinking. She would come home with a different guy almost every night. She didn't work, so I am pretty sure she was letting them pay her for sex. But as long as she got money and alcohol, it didn't matter.

One Saturday morning, I woke up early and went to the kitchen. When Mom had a guy over, I usually kept out of the way. I would sneak around my house to make sure they didn't know I was there. This morning, though, when I got down to the kitchen, this guy was there, making coffee. He was a tall guy, in his underwear. I was in my underwear too, which I felt immediately embarassed about. I didn't know he was there until it was too late; he saw me and nodded at me with a smile.

"Sharon didn't tell me she had a kid. What's your name?" He asked, leaning against the counter. I didn't want to be rude, and I was nervous to be in my underwear in front of this guy. I tried not to look, but he was wearing those sporty underwear. It was blue with a double black stripe, and they were form fitting. I could see the outline of his junk through them, and I immediately blushed at the glance. I looked down at my feet, and edged toward the fridge.

"Dade." I said. I opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, then grabbed a bowl from the sink. He was in front of the cabinet that had the other bowls. I didn't know why, but he really intimidated me.

"So, Dade. You're mom was pretty awesome, but she didn't really get me.. Well, I noticed..." he edged toward me a bit, "You lookin' at me. You're pretty cute, you know."

I blushed, and couldn't look up. I didn't know what to say, so I just poured my cereal, and stared down at it. I felt the guy come up behind me, putting his hands on either side of my hips. Being so much taller than me, I could feel his underwear on my back. He leaned into me, and his thumbs started to slide into my waistband. I tensed up.

"You're very sexy, man. Your Mom got so drunk last night, she couldn't even blow me. I bought her quite a few drinks. I think I should get what I came for, don't you?" He pulled his hands away, sliding his palm against my ass.

I pulled away from him, grabbed my bowl and pushed up the stairs to my room. I got back in bed, and pulled up the covers. A moment later, he opened my door.

"You know, it's not nice to be so rude to your guests." He stared at me, and I felt his eyes burn into my skin. His hand reached down, and he started rubbing his crotch. He was getting hard, and I could see a spot of wet form on his blue underwear.

"Mr, I'm sorry my mom got drunk. I'm sure she'll pay you back..." I stammered. I was scared. He walked over to my bed, and pulled at my covers. I tried to hold onto them, but he was very strong.

"Oh, you don't understand. She doesn't have money. I told her I'll get it from you." With that, his hands locked onto my arms, and he was on top of me. He locked my wrists into one hand easily, and he yanked down his underwear with the other. I was no match for him, he had at least 60 pounds on me.

He had straddled my chest, and his cock was jutting out at my face. It was the biggest I'd ever seen, and it was dripping a clear fluid. Not that I had seen many by this point - only a few at the gym, but never hard. I felt his hand reach behind and grab at me. At the same moment, I felt him slide back a bit to my crotch. I didn't know it, but the situation had caused me to get hard. I was so embarrassed, but it just made him smile.

"I knew I wouldn't get my money's worth out of that bitch. I'm going to like this!" He leaned down, sniffing my red hair, my neck, and then licked my shoulder - and even bit me a little. In a whisper, he said, "If you scream, I'll kill you."

He began to kiss me all over, moving his hand from my hands to my neck. Even though my hands were now free, I couldn't do anything. I felt him touch me all over, his body and hardness rubbing against me, and a bit of his slimy pre-cum was on my chest. After a while, I didn't think it was too bad. I was oddly enjoying that attention, and my own cock was hard as a rock. I was a bit confused, but he was being so gentle. Other than the rough talking and the initial binding of my hands, he was almost… loving. That is, until he decided to flip me over.

I didn't understand what he was doing at first. He pulled off me, and rolled me onto my stomach. Because he was being so nice, I didn't even fight him. I don't think he liked how cooperative I was being, because he re-mounted me again, and pushed my face into the bed.

"I’m sorry little dude, this is gonna hurt, but I need the nut. You understand, kid." But I didn't understand. I was nervous again, and my cock was not excited anymore. I started to struggle, and that seemed to make him happy. He pushed harder on my neck, and I heard him start to hack and clear his throat a little bit. I wiggled around him, and I could feel now that his cock was propped against my ass. Fighting only pushed him harder against my butt, and I could feel that sticky goo sliding on me. I wasn't having fun anymore.

He hacked again, and I felt a slimy wetness rub onto my ass. His hand moved from my ass to his cock, and I then I felt it. He pushed forward really hard, and his cock started to jab at my ass. He was pushing harder, and I felt his cock push into my asshole! At first, I think I saw stars. The pain was so sharp that I couldn’t breathe. When I caught my breath, I started to scream - he shoved my face harder into the bed. "I told you to SHUT UP." He shoved me hard and his cock went in deeper. The fear of what was happening was replaced with full on pain. I’d never had something so large inside me before. He was dry, and I could feel my skin scraping against his hard dick. He must have felt it too, because he yanked out of me. I was ON FIRE. Every part of my butt was searing in pain, and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Letting go of my neck, he pulled back from my hips, and I felt something new. He grabbed my ass with both hands, spread my cheeks.. and SPIT! He spit on my ass! Then, as I was preparing for him to shove again, he pushed his chest to my back. The weight of his body felt good, and he leaned in, sliding down my body. Then...he LICKED me. Right on my hole! I couldn't believe the feeling. I felt sensations I never had before. I was in such pain, but suddenly, this silky tongue was coating my hole. I actually relaxed a bit. But it didn't last.

In the next swoop, his cock was back at my hole. I felt him push against me, and slide in. This time, it hurt, but it was smooth. He had lubed me up with his tongue, and in no time, he was fully on top of me. I couldn't catch my breathe from the pain, and he could tell; his hands moved up to my shoulders, and he pulled my face toward him. "I'll be done in a second, kid. You're so tight, this will be awesome."

With that, he started to pump my ass with his cock. True to his word, he started to pant. After the fourth or fifth pump, I could feel him start to convulse. He grunted, and shoved really hard into me. I felt him pulsing inside me, and I knew what was happening. Just like when I jerk off, he was cumming.

He took a couple heavy breaths, and then pulled out. I turned to look at him, and he shook his cock at me. "That was great kid. I'm gonna hit it. Tell your mom that her tab has been paid."

With my eyes still teary, I watched him walk out of my room. I listened as he grabbed his clothes from my mom's room. I heard her yell as he called her a worthless bitch. She screamed at him as he told her that he got what he needed, and that she was a boring lay. I don't know why, but I actually felt proud that I got him off. Something in me said that he wanted me, and that felt good. I mean, I wasn't stupid. I know it was a rape. I know it was wrong.. but it made me feel special.

After that, I tried to stay away from home as much as possible. While I didn't think any of my mom's other friends would try anything like that, I just didn't want to be around. She was mad all the time, or drunk, or sleeping. I started hanging around Chuck's house more and more. He knew what was going on, and was very nice to me. He would even let me sleep over sometimes.

After a couple weeks of hanging out at his house, he gave me a key. He told me I could come by anytime, and if I needed anything, I just had to tell him. I think he noticed how I had changed, and how bad my Mom was getting; but he never mentioned it, or pressured me. It really had become my home. He was more of a parent than my mom; he had even started buying me school supplies and clothes.

I noticed that anytime I was there, he was always alone. In fact, other than yelling at my mother, he never even talked to other women. I couldn't help but think that he must be lonely. It also occurred to me that my being around was probably cramping his style. I resolved to fix it.

That next night, I came home from school, and went right to Chuck's house. He wasn't home from his job at the factory, so I made some dinner. Just spaghetti and salad. I know he liked it when I cooked, saving him some work. We ate around 7, and he always went to bed around 9 (he worked at 5am!). I said goodnight and he went to bed. It was a one bedroom, so I slept on the couch. To my count, he hadn't had sex in about 6 weeks - since my mom broke it off.

I turned off the TV at about 10, and listened to the apartment. As I suspected, Chuck was snoring like a log. I thought about what the stranger had done to me, and the way he looked after it was done. I knew the guy was straight, and I knew what it felt like to cum. I tiptoed to the bathroom, and grabbed the vaseline. Chuck used it for moisturizing his feet, but I knew what else it was good for.

I crept into Chuck's room, and noticed that he was just in a t-shirt. I had never seen what he wore to bed, but I noticed that his work clothes were folded and ready for the next day by his bed, including underwear. He was a strong man. Standing at about 5'10, his job at the factory had made him very muscular. he was always clean cut, and his hair was a shiney black. I took a closer look at his body. It was attractive. He didn't have a gut like most guys his age, and for 40, he had a good form. I knew why I was there, so I took a look at his cock. It was soft, but I could tell it was much bigger than my own. But, I was determined to do this.

Slowly, I crawled into the bed next to him. He was on his back, so I got really close to his dick. with one hand, I started to massage him. Very slowly, I put some vaseline on his dick. He was still snoring, but I was definitely getting a rise out of him. This made my own cock start to stir. I knew I had to be quick about this; if he woke up, he would surely be pissed. With my other hand, I put some of the vaseline on my hole, and bit my lip as I shoved a finger in. I had to get it lubed up, just like that jerk with his tongue. HIs cock was rock hard now, and his breathing had changed a bit, but I was sure he was still asleep. Carefully and slowly, I put my leg over his, and slid down. I felt my hole touch his cock, and when it made contact, I felt him pulse. I froze. He didn't wake.

I had to do it. I bit hard on my lip and pushed down on his cock. He was huge! I gasped in pain, fighting the scream as I got his cock further inside me. In no time, I was down to his balls, and I had done it. I think being in control was easier - it didn’t hurt nearly as much as my first time.

But it woke him up! He jolted up and instinctively grabbed my hips. Disoriented, he pushed in even deeper, and his mixture of pleasure and confusion put him over the edge. "Holy fuck," he actually shouted, and I could feel him convulsing inside me. I had done it!

His orgasm was quick as he twisted out of me and yanked for the light. When he flipped it on, he gasped. "What the fuck are you doing, Dade!?"

I put my hands out in defense, and got off the bed. "I just wanted to repay you for everything!" I shouted back.

He was on his knees now, and when he realized that he was naked, hard, and dripping cum, he yanked the sheets back on him. His confusion had him speechless, and I knew he would be angry. I was ready.

"Chuck….” I pleaded, “I know it's weird but please! You've been everything to me. My stupid mom is so mean and bad.. and you're so great..."

I couldn't help it, I started to cry. I had this all planned! Dade, you're so stupid!

Chuck softened immediately, and, wrapping the sheet around him, reached out to me. "Dade, come here." I looked up, but couldnt move. He pulled me by the arm and sat me down next time him. Immediately, I started toward him. I kissed him, on the lips, and wrapped my hands around him, grabbing his crotch and holding him.

He pushed me away. "Dade! Stop! Why are you doing this?"

I was being crazy, so I pulled back into him. "Chuck - it's easy. You are a man, you have needs. You saved me, and I want to repay you. Guys need to do it, and you haven't had a girl in forever. I can be that. I can give you that." I kept rambling, telling him that I wanted to make him happy, that I loved him and he was so much better than my mom and all her stupid boyfriends. That I would do whatever he wanted.

He looked at me, and I think he understood; he took a minute, then spoke. "Listen buddy - I'm not... I like girls. I don't know what you did to get me.. aroused... but I am not that kind of guy. I don't know that this is right..." He stammered. "I mean, I don't think so. Are you sure this is even what you want... Doesn't it hurt? And you're so young.. This is not legal..."

I looked at him, and started to cry again. "I know you're not gay. I just want you to have me. To keep me. I want you to get what you want too. I'll never tell anyone. I don't care how old I am. I want you to feel good... You don't ever have to look for a girl, or waste time on drunks like my mom... I felt good right? I mean, I did it right?"

For so long, my mom was just someone I lived with. Chuck seemed like he loved me. I needed him. He looked at me long and hard. I don't know what he was thinking, so I went at him again. I kissed his cheek. I pulled on his sheet. He resisted at first. I pulled again, and he let me pull it down. I kissed his neck. He didn't stop me. Soon, I was down to his cock. I reached in and felt his hardness. Still, he didn't stop me. Like second nature, I swallowed his shaft, and began bobbing up and down.

"Dade... are you sure..." Chuck said. He was leaning back, and occasionally he would stroke my hair. I confirmed my intent by sucking harder. He began to tense up, and I could feel him get harder in my mouth. There was a gasp, and suddenly, my mouth was filled with his cum. I wanted to please him, so I kept sucking, until he pulled me back. I swallowed all that I could, realizing that was the best taste I've ever had. "Careful, it's sensitive buddy..."

The next morning, I rolled over and he was not in bed. I began to panic. Did he leave? Was he mad? Did he hate me for last night? I jumped up. Then, I heard the toilet flush. Chuck came back in, completely naked. His body was the most sexy thing I had ever seen. My eyes had filled with water, and the fear subsided immediately. Seeing me like that, he smiled and chuckled a bit. "Dade, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not sure what this is, and I don't know what all happened last night, but, I'll be here for you, ok?"

I sighed a bit with relief, and flopped down into the pillow. He was here. I was home.. He was my Daddy. I got comfortable in bed, my naked body wiggling, and I felt him crawl in next to me. He.. was hard. I opened my eyes and arched my back. I promised him my body, and he was free to have it. Chuck felt along my back, and reached for my ass. "Dade.. is this really what you want? Because, I didn't know I would like it... but you did really make me feel good last night."

With that, I arched my ass up, rubbing against his dick. I wanted him inside me, and he knew it. This time, instead of vaseline, he pulled open his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. I closed my eyes and prepared my mind.

It was quick but wonderful. He slid into me soft and slow, and his cock filled me. This time, it didn't hurt nearly as much, and the rubbing on the mattress got my cock so hard. His pace picked up, and he wrapped his arm around my chest, holding me in place. A few more thrusts, and he was grunting. "Dade, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." His load shot into me deep, and he groaned loudly. The hard thrust and pulse of his cock sent me over the edge, and I felt my own cock cum into the bed. I moaned myself, and he knew that he had gotten me off.

He didn't pull out for a long time, and I savored him inside me. He held me from behind, occasionally whispering how good it felt, and how much he was enjoying my body. He kissed my neck, and told me I was a good boy, and safe. And I believed him.

As I said. My life changed after that. Soon, I stopped going home at all. Mom kept drinking, and eventually gave up trying to get me to come home. Chuck started calling me his son, and took over for mom.

I started sleeping with Daddy almost every night. He still dated women socially, and when I went off to college he found a girlfriend.. but for those 3 years, I had Chuck to hold me, keep me safe, and in return I gave him my body anytime he needed a release. He even blew me once in awhile, but I always liked it better when I could ride him.

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