Daddy

A couple of day after my night with Jo Jo and Harvey, I got off the bus to find Mr. Holloway and a younger man both dressed in suits and ties talking to daddy who was standing by his new green Ford pickup that he had bought last Fall.

“Sorry, Mr. Roland.” The younger man was saying as I approached. “But your three months late on your payments. We are going to have to take it.” The man said in a stern voice. I noticed that Mr. Holloway was looking at the ground and would meet daddies’ eyes.

“Well, are you still going to lend me the seed money like you usually do? You know I have always paid your bank back in the Fall.” Daddy was saying with a note of desperation in his voice. Something that I had never heard before.

“Sorry. I just don’t see how you can make it this year. Tomato prices are predicted to be worse than last year. And you don’t have as big an allotment of peanuts this year. We just can’t take the chance. Your farm is just to small any more to make ends meet. We are even hesitant to lend money to farmers with twice as much acreage.” The young banker put his hand on daddy’s shoulder. “I sure wish we could help you.” He added.

Suddenly daddy brushed the young banker’s hand off his shoulder. “Hell, you can help me. Get the fuck off my land!” He hissed. He walked over to the truck, opened the door and reached inside and pulled his shotgun off the window rack. “The keys are in the truck.” He added as he turned with the shotgun cradled in his arms.

The two bankers turned ghost white when they saw the shotgun. But daddy turned and walked toward the house.

Mr. Holloway and walked over to me and said. “Hello. Pete isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” I said as the handsome old men put his arm around my neck. “Sorry, Pete, wish I could help but the bank’s new vice president has taken over loan applications. Don’t hold it against me. If it was up to me, I would give your daddy the seed money.” He said squeezing my shoulder.

I remember having sex with him and how I had thought I was helping daddy get his Spring loan this year. Looks like it didn’t work, I thought.

“I do want to see you again.” Mr. Holloway whispered in my ear.

“Pete! Get the fuck in the house!” Daddy turned backed and yelled from the kitchen door.

“Yea, anytime.” I said really low so that the young banker could hear us. But then the young banker was in to much of a hurry getting in the truck and starting it. I sort of felt he expected daddy to come rushing back out of the kitchen door with his shotgun at any moment. And to tell you the truth, I half-expected it myself.

As I entered the kitchen, I heard Mr. Holloway and the young banker driving away with daddy’s pickup truck. Glancing at the kitchen table I saw daddy sitting at the end of the table with a Budweiser in his hand. The shotgun was leaning in the corner behind him.

“Why didn’t you come to the field yesterday after school?” Daddy asked.

“I had to go to Dothan.” I told him as I put my books on the kitchen table.

“Got yourself a boyfriend?” He asked and surprised me by not smirking but instead looking interested..

“Where’s mama?” I asked.

“Where in Hell do you think? Over there with her sniveling brother.” Daddy said.

“Are we going to lose the farm?” I asked.

“Yea.” Daddy surprised me by saying. I had never given much thought to something like that happening. I knew that money was tight. It always was. But we always seemed to squeak by and since daddy had brought the truck new lasts Fall, I thought we had money!

“Oh.” I mumbled, not knowing what to say. Then I remembered what daddy used to do when I was smaller. “You going to go back being a mechanic?”

“Hell no!. I ain’t never going back to being a grease monkey.” Daddy said bitterly. “I’ll rot in hell before I do that. Working on rich people’s cars that buy new cars just because the cigarette lighter doesn’t work any more. I hate rich people.” Daddy paused and took a long drink of his beer. “I’d like to take my shotgun and walk into that bank and shoot a few of them damn rich bankers. Especially that cock sucking wimp Holloway. He down right took advantage of me and you.” Daddy said looking over at me. “Or did you enjoy sucking his dick?”

I didn’t respond.

“That’s all right at least your man enough to do what you want to do?” Daddy added. “I’ve been yelling at you for being queer and you have stood up to me all these years.” Daddy said nodding his head.

“Can I have a beer?” I asked getting up and heading toward the frig.

“Help yourself.” Daddy said. “Guess you don’t have to worry about becoming a farmer cause there ain’t going to be a farm for long.” Daddy said as I came back to the table with a Bud.

“I never was going to be no farmer anyway.” I confessed as I pop the tab of the beer. “After graduation, I plan on going to New York City.” I announced.

“Yea, what’s a kid with no money and still green behind the ears going to do in New York City?” Daddy asked.

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” I responded feeling confident.

“Guess you could become one of those hustlers they showed standing on the corner of a forty-second street on the news a couple of night ago. Sucking dick for a living.” Daddy laughed. “And hell if that’s the only thing you are good at, then do it. You don’t know shit about farming. Can’t drive a tractor. Yea, sucking dick is the only thing you are good at.” Daddy said shaking his head. “Do you know that if your mama knew you sucked my dick she would kick you out of the house tomorrow.” Daddy told me. “But hell she doesn’t even believe you are really a queer, does she.”

“There worse things to be.” I snapped.

“Yea, I guess there is. Like a spineless farmer losing his farm and his pickup.” Daddy said in a voice that was sad. “Yea, I guess there are worse things to be than a admitting that you’re a cocksucker.”

“Well if we make a good crop won’t we be able to catch up next Fall?” I asked.

“Ain’t going to be no crop without a loan.” Daddy said getting up and going to the frig for another beer. “Ain’t going to be no crop and I can’t do anything about it. Just like I ain’t been about to do anything about how I have acted toward you.”

“There’s got to be a way, Daddy.” I said. I wanted to cheer him up. I had never heard such sadness in his voice before. “I’ll help. I’ll get a job.” I told him..

“Thanks. You’re a damn good kid after all. Hey, I feel like being nice to you tonight. Like getting down and dirty with you like you’ve been wanted me to do most of your live. Well to night, it the night.” Daddy said as he returned to the table. He didn’t sat down. “Feel like getting my dick sucked. You want to suck your old pop’s dick?” He asked placing his beer on the table and reached down and unzipping his fly without waiting for my answer. He quicky pulled his dick out. It was small and soft. “Ain’t much to it tonight. Guess the news about the loan took all the starch out of it. But I’m sure you can make it hard.” Daddy said pulling the foreskin back over the head of his dick. Daddy’s foreskin was very tight and he could only get it over the head of his dick while it was soft.

He walked up to my chair and shoved his soft dick close to my face. I remember Principal Towns doing the same thing yesterday at school. But I didn’t feel a shame of sucking daddy’s dick. “Yea, I could use a little pleasure. Maybe it’ll help me think of something other than losing the farm.” Daddy added as I open my mouth and leaned forward to take his small soft dick into my eager mouth. “That feels damn right good as a pussy.” Daddy added as he lifted the Bud and took a long drink. “Swallow it all the way. I know you can do it.” Daddy urged me on as hid dick quickly hardened.

Daddy’s dick wasn’t as thick as mine but it was a good eight inches when it was hard. But because it wasn’t overly fat, I was able to keep swallowing his suddenly lengthening dick until I did have his entire long dick buried in my throat. “Hell, if I like letting you suck my dick, then I’m queer too.” Daddy said out of the blue. “Maybe I should just take the shotgun and blow my brains out.” He added as he reached down and grabbed me behind the head and started pumping his long dick in and out of my throat. “Yea, if I’m queer, I should shoot myself.” He added looking straight down into my eyes.

Suddenly daddy pushed my face away from his dick. He reached down and caught me under my arm pit and lifted me to my feet. “Come on into the bedroom. I’m going to fuck you like you were your mother.” He shocked me by saying, because he wasn’t drunk enough to do something like that. At least he didn’t seem drunk to me.

Daddy pulled me into his and mama’s bedroom. “Take off all your clothes.” He ordered as he started undressing. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I couldn’t help but admire my father’s gray haired chest. I wanted to put my face against his chest and feel his thick gray hair rubbing my cheeks. Then daddy pulled his undershorts down and I wanted to bury my head in his crotch and lick his white pubic hairs.

I glanced at daddy’s long dick. It was standing straight out from his crotch like a long stub. His balls were hanging low between his legs. They weren’t as large as mine, but hung much lower. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I knew from experience that daddy’s nuts were very sensitive and he didn’t like them touched.

“Get on the bed.” Daddy ordered me when I kicked out of my jockey shorts.

I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. Daddy followed me but instead of facing me, he straddled my shoulders with his ass to my face. Then he leaned back lowering his asshole toward my face. “I’ve heard tell queers like to lick each other’s asshole. I’m wondering how it feels.” He said as he pushed his hairy ass cheeks closer and closer to my face. Then he pushed the crack of his ass against my face. “Lick my asshole!” He ordered.

God! Daddy’s hairy ass looked beautiful. Still I didn’t want to rim his asshole. But he reached down and grabbed both my nipples with his strong fingers and started pinching them so hard that I cried out. “Eat my asshole!” He ordered as he twisted my nipples harder.

I flicked my tongue out and touched it to his pink ass bud. Daddy let out a sigh. That was enough encouragement for me. I suddenly started licking and probing daddy’s asshole with my tongue. It tasted bitter and good. I reached my hands up and grabbed his hairy ass cheeks and pulled them apart as I tried forcing my tongue inside his asshole.

“Oh! Yea!” Daddy yelled as my tongue entered his asshole. “Wonderful! Damn! Wonderful!” Daddy shouted as he continued to pinch my nipple so hard that tears came to my eyes. “Stick it deeper!” He called out as he began to involuntarily hunch my face.

I fucked daddy with my tongue as I squirmed beneath him from the pain in my nipples as he seemed like he was trying to tear them off. “Yes. God! Yes.” Daddy cried out as he finally let go of my nipples and reached down and grabbed my huge, dick. “Damn! Wish I had a dick as fat as yours.” Daddy confessed.

Suddenly Daddy let go of my dick and rose off my face and turned round. The next thing I knew he was between my legs lifting them high in the air. I felt his dick head against my ass bud.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Give it to me.” I called out.

Daddy did just that. He rammed his dick six inches deep in my asshole so violently that I sucked in air to keep from crying out. Then he rammed the rest of his long dick into me, stopping only when his low hanging balls slapped against my ass.

“Daddy!” I called out looking straight into his ruggedly handsome, weathered face.

“You like having my long dick up your ass?” Daddy asked with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me, Daddy! I want to be your boy.” I told him.

“You are my boy, my queer boy!” Daddy said as he pulled his long dick out of my asshole until only its head remained inside. Then looking straight into my eyes, he rammed his dick back inside as far as it would go. “Damn if your asshole it’s hotter than you mama’s pussy.” Daddy told me as he started pumping his long dick in and out of me with powerful brutal strokes than had me bucking and moaning.

Then right in the middle of the brutal fucking, he leaned forward and kissed me! I couldn’t believe it. My father who I had always thought hated me because I was queer was kissing me as passionately as I had ever been kissed.

God! The love that pored from me to him as I returned his kiss. I suddenly realized that I had always wanted daddy as my lover. Each time he had gotten drunk and had sex with me, I had wanted to make love to him. Now I was doing that. He wasn’t really drunk. He really loved me. He was kissing me!

Then he shot off inside me! Oh, how I hated for him to cum. I feared that he would return to his old self and starting calling me queer and other names. But to my surprise he continued to kiss me as thought nothing had happened. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold his long dick inside me as we kissed.

Daddy shocked me again when he broke our embrace. He moved down and grabbed my dick and started sucking on it while staring up into my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was sucking my dick? Here he had always yelled at me for being queer and he was sucking on my massive dick and looking like he was in heaven.

I didn’t want to cum in daddy’s mouth. I feared that he would beat the shit out of me for doing it, but his mouth and tongue felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself. Suddenly I was cuming. Daddy pulled his mouth away from the head of my dick and watched the cum flow out of my piss hole for a moment before starting to lick the cum off the shaft of my dick as it ran down. Then he put his mouth back over the head of my dick and sucked the last few drops out.

“That’s something I have wanted to do to you ever since I found out that you were queer.” Daddy confessed as he climbed off the bed. He reached down and grabbed his boxer shorts and put them on as I watched. Then when he started to put his pants on, I sat up on the bed. “No you stay in bed. I’ll be right back. I want to fuck you again.” Daddy said. Then he did the tenderest thing he ever did to me, he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. “I love you, Pete. Just wish I had your courage.” He said and then walked out of the bedroom

I lay back down to wait for him. I wanted him to fuck me again and make love to me so much it hurt. I don’t have to go to New York City or any other place. I have a lover! I thought as I reached down and began to play with my dick. I wonder if he’ll let me fuck him. I did it to him once when he was drunk. I wonder if he’ll let me do it again when he aware of what I’m doing. The thought of fucking daddy and him consenting to it thrilled me beyond belief.

“Boooooom!” The sound caused me to jump clean out of bed. Even as my feet touched the floor I knew that sound! A shotgun blast! Suddenly my blood ran ice cold. Buck naked I ran out of the bedroom and down the hall. Even when I was still in the living room, I spotted daddy. He was lying on his back, his hands still holding the shotgun. I looked at his face, but he didn’t have one.

“No, Daddy! No! You son of a bitch!” I yelled as tears ran down my cheeks. I suddenly went cold. It was at though someone had switched off my emotions. I walked over to the telephone mounted on the kitchen wall and dialed Uncle Johnny’s number.

“Let me speak to mama.” I said when Uncle Johnny said hello.

“Mama.”

“Yes.” Mama answered.

I didn’t speak.

“Yes. What it is, Pete?” Mama asked suddenly alarmed.

“Daddy just shot himself with the shotgun. He’s dead!” I said, my voice sounding cold and far away. “Get Uncle Johnny to call an ambulance and you better have him bring you home.” I said then hung up. I had enough sense to go and get dressed and go and wait outside.