Daddy’s took all of us boys skating. He played pool most of the time while we all skated on the floor. We had about 5 of us brothers there that weekend. Our dad let us do what we want at his house. Gave us alcohol, let us smoke, stay out til 4 am.. He didn’t care as long as we obeyed the very few requests he had. I skated with this girl that lived down the dirt road from us and we ended up making out behind the skating wall towards the back of the skating rink. No one hardly went there because the lights didnt work and it looked creepy with 100 stacked chairs on top of one another. We thought they were gonna fall on us a few times but probably just the alcohol. At the end of the night Daddy had a girl he had been flirting with and buying food and drinks all night trying to get her to come home with him. We’d catch each other in the bathroom every now and then and he’d tell me “Man, I think she gonna let me f*ck tonight son.” And then later again we met at the urinals and he told me “She said she was coming over. Looks like you’re sleeping on the couch bud.” He had a new woman over almost every other day. “Aint no tellin’ how many brothers and sisters you got out there son.” He joked all the time. But I didn’t care. That was our deal. I’d sit in the living room with the other boys watching p*** on the TV they had blasting covering the sounds of our dad f*cking. It started out as funny, but eventually it was like a tradition. Sometimes Daddy would walk out of his room for some more beer in the middle of his little parties. We all were pretty comfortable with one another because that’s how we grew up. The freedom was endless. So we were getting into the back of Daddy’s truck when he stormed out mad slurring his words yelling at the pretty woman he’d bought drinks for all night. “F it.. You lied to me. Go home. Leave me alone.” My dad clapped back at her while he slammed the exit door of the skating rink. We all knew he was pissed off. His date was t coming with us anymore. Guess she changed her mind, but Daddy was furious. He NEVER gets told no with his athletic build, 6 pack, dark tan skin, thick black hair, and green eyes. He was a 10. Most women lost their minds over him so he takes it personal when someone tells him no. We got home and he was so mad he said he couldn’t sleep yet and he sat on the couch drunk, popped open another beer and started watching the p*rn we had paused on the VHS player before we left. All he had was p*rn. Maybe 5 black and white cowboy movies that also had heavy p*rn scenes in it. But Daddy had his collection and that was about it. Three of my bros went to our room, and me and my oldest bro and Daddy sat on the same couch watching the video. Daddy would mumble every now and then mad “She could’ve paid me back at least.” And kept drinking until he ended up saying “Well sh*t boys, it’s hotter than a wh*re in church.” And slid his shorts down to his feet and then kicked them away. Took another whole beer down the hatch and then he tossed his boxers to the floor. After a while I noticed they’d both fallen asleep and I went to steal Daddy’s bed since h’d finally blacked out. I quickly fell asleep to the sounds of the crickets chirping and the animals outside. The breeze from all the windows and doors being open was perfect on my little body. I spread out my little 9 year old body like I was the King.. Quickly fading to sleep. I woke up to someone’s arm wrapping around my chest. Daddy’s massive hand covered my entire chest with just his palm. It was warm and comfortable. I started to doze off again when I heard Daddy talking in his sleep. Grunting and telling some girl “Yes you will.” while his eyes were closed shut. I wasn’t going to try to wake him up either when he’d been drinking all day. He turned over more towards me pulling me backwards into his cuddle. He groaned some more talking in his sleep and then he said “Just gonna stick it in a little..” and my eyes shot open again. My dad thrusted forward and I felt it. He thrusted it right to my backside and he was covered in sweat down there. I didn’t want to wake him and make him angry. I moved forward a little bit, but he pulled me right back grunted and then he thrusted into my backside again. I felt his other hand move to his face and heard him spit twice and then felt his fingers run down the split of my cheeks. I was consumed by fear and panic. I was shaking trying to figure out how to move away, but his arm had me locked. I was overpowered by his one hand alone. My 9 year old athletic build had nothing on his 27 year old 6’0 build. I felt liquid run down between the skin of my cheeks and his hand went to his mouth again. He spit again and then rubbed it on himself with a groan and “Agh..” as he pulled my chest back to him with his left arm wrapped underneath me, palm on my chest, completely powerless. I tried squirming but he snatched his arm quick and jolted me as if to say no in his “blacked out drunk language” while groaning. I stopped moving and just lie there on my side, his hand was so big it covered my backside completely and when he stuck his hand between my thighs spreading his fingers apart spreading me apart, ran his fingers back to my cheeks and then pressed his finger to my h*le. Then I felt his body wiggle and his muscles tightened around me even harder. My chest was being pulled and my cheeks were being spread by something I never thought would touch me there. It tickled as it twitched as he tried to find where he wanted it to be. He pushed into me and it slid right over my h*le and slipped through my thighs, pushing my b@lls up making room for his massive d*ck sliding through my legs like butter. He grunted and I reached down and felt at least 8 inches in front of me coming out from my legs, so he had to have been around 10 inches. After what seemed like hours of him sliding his fingers inside of me stretching my h*le, eventually fitting two and then three fingers inside of me. Daddy had his hand still firmly holding my chest pulling me into him more, and then I felt him thrust something much bigger than his three fingers inside of me. I whimpered and cried as he held my mouth with half of his hand locking in muffled whimpers. He grunted and then shoved his fingers down my throat. I guess to make me be quiet, but I couldn’t breathe and Daddy was barely even inside of me yet. Add me on Snapchat: Brayyyfolds
