Being Taught a lesson by Dad

Listen...being gay is one thing but being black AND gay is a whole other!! Being all these things and son of a Baptist pastor just screams, “I AM GOING TO BE IN THE CLOSET FOR ALL MY LIFE!” Rayvon began to notice something different about himself once he began his transition from junior high to high school. Entering high school, he would be entering an institution where he would be all around boys who were more physically developed than he. Compared to his slim fit, it became harder to push “those thoughts” aside as he had never been around boys his age with such bodies.The only defined male body he has ever seen in person was his fathers, who despite being a “man of God” he had the body of an adnois. Usually when you hear ‘pastor’ you think of someone way past their prime and out of shape, but not his Dad. He was a fine black man in his mid-30s.

Rayvon had always noticed that his father is a handsome man, but in the same way he recognized that his mother is also beautiful, so he never truly focused on it. However, once he entered high school…that changed big time. Outside of tailored suits for church, his father would obliviously walk around that house with a tank top and shorts, sometimes SHIRTLESS! Having no idea at the complete rise he was getting out of his own son.

Today was one of those days were he was doing too damn much and not even knowing it.

Rayvon came home from school and there he was. His Dad, Pastor Darryl layed out on the couch watching ESPN shirtless in basketball shorts with his arms behind his head; his sweaty and glistening armpits in plain view. His son could faintly smell his father’s hot musk from the front door. He needed the strength of both David and Goliath to not moan on sight. “How was school lil man?” His father asked. “It was…school.” Rayvon simply answered shrugging off the question, wanting to rush to his room to do…you know what. “Ha, I guess. Go do yo homework boi.” His father said in between laughs. “Yes, daddy.” Rayvon responded thinking nothing of it, but Dad always thought that was unusual. You know when a k** gets older normally ‘daddy’ gets shortened to ‘dad,’ especially for boys. Darryl almost thought it was weird that he still referred to him as ‘Daddy’…even weirder that, now that he’s older, his groin responds to it. If only Rayvon knew.

Pastor Darryl curses himself as he takes a swig of his beer and turns back to ESPN, hoping that his dick goes down, but seeing sports coverage of Odell Beckham on the screen wasn’t helping him. “This nigga right here, BOI!” He thought to himself, but immediately pushing the thought back deep into his mind.

About an hour had passed and Darryl was bored with ESPN, he decided he would check on his son and see how his homework had come along and after, he would see if his wife was done with tonight’s dinner. He was deep in concentration watching porn on xHamster and Tumblr, concentration so deep he could not hear the steps thumping towards of his room. “Von, didn’t I tell yo—WHAT ARE DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING!?” “DAD!” Rayvon’s hands moved quicker than a well-trained boxer to get those porn tabs closed, but it was too late. His computer desk was facing directly in front of his bedroom door so his Dad got an eye full of…gay porn. “Is that…..” Darryl could not believe his eyes had forsaken him, because this could not be what he was seeing. “Is this what you into son? THIS MESS!” Darryl asked angrily. “NO DADDY! I SWEAR. I CLICKED ON SOMETHING BY ACCIDENT!” His son pleads his case. “So you “accidently” clicked on…SEVEN tabs?!” His father easily found flaws in his defense, now he was offended at his son insulting his intelligence. “WE don’t do THIS in this house! We just don’t! Ya undastand me!? HUH! ANSWER ME LIL NIGGA!” “Yes daddy.” Timid little Rayvon answered and there it was again ‘daddy’ and Darryl dick was responding. Angry with adrenaline running through his body , he grabs his own bulge and shook it at his son.
“What’s going on in here?” Darryl and his son both jumped. Upon hearing the commotion, wife enters their son’s room worried. “Nuthin bae, just gettin on dis boy for not doing his damn homework…again.” It’s always been too easy to lie to his wife as she walks back down stairs to finish cooking dinner, leaving the bedroom door open. “You see this! Huh, lil nigga…you see this? THIS is for women, aiight! WOMEN!” Rayvon nervously stared at his Dad’s bulge as he continues to wag it in front of him. “Touch it son.” Dad demanded.
“…but Dad.” Son whined. “I SAID touch it. Touch my dick.” His daddy almost begging, Rayvon slowly traveled his hands to the bulge in his Dad’s shorts. “Yeah. That’s it. Feel dat dick lil nigga…DAT is for women, okay?”
“Yes daddy.” There it goes again, Darryl’s dick growing harder in his sons hands. Knowing how impressionable his son is with him, willing to learn anything from his daddy. His daddy was gonna teach him all the things that you shouldn’t do with another man. How? By hands-on examples, of course.
“Nah, I don’t think you get it.” Dad moves his sons hands as he pulls down his shorts, his father’s big dick slaps on his abs, hard as metal. Rayvon gasps. “Da—You wan be a lil fag, huh? This is what they do! Put your mouth on it boi.” Frightened Rayvon didn’t know how to react. “I’m not goin tell you again!” Rayvon slowly, but surely moved closer to his father bare dick in plain sight and what a sight it was. The tip of Dad’s fat black meat now on his son lips as Darryl sucked his teeth in preparation. Dad’s head passes the entrance of his son’s lips.
“Ahphm.” Rayvon gulp on the dick. “Yeah, yeah…yea…you see this Vonny. Women can only do this okay. FUC…you shouldn’t do this okay. It…it’s wrong.” His father throws his head back. “Don’t do thiiis, okaaaaay..iiiiiiiight boi?!” Ahmmophm…”Rayvon answered with a mouth full of his Dad’s dick. Darryl pulls his hips back as his dick, wet with his son’s salvia, it drips and exits Rayvon’s mouth with a *pop. “Now I bet not ever see you do that wit a nigga! Or this…” Darryl kissed his son on the lips. “Dahmmm…” His son trying to speak through the kisses and putting up fight he gave in let his father’s tongue enter his mouth. “AHmmmm.” Darryl began pulling down his son pajamas while still tonguing him. “…Da…Daaa…dad. This is wrong.” Rayvon protested finally able to distance his mouth from his father. “I know that’s my point Rayvon. This is wrong!” Pissed off, Darryl turned his son around with Rayvon back facing him as he pushed his son face down on his bed.
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