I had gay sex with my dad
The First Time with My Dad
I remember when I was 18 I had a sexual attraction for my father. He wasn't the most handsome dude, but his looks did strike you. He was in construction and always had this manly odor to him that would make my dick rise straight up anytime I smelt it. He had a heavy coat of hair on his stomach and chest, along with his face. He always wore briefs and alabaster hanes calf socks that turned me on. God I loved everything about this man. I used to lust to view this man naked or see his bulge in his briefs. For me there was one difficulty, I always thought he was this big homophobe, he hated anything that had to do with gays. I was not gay, but did lust for him. The only thing I wanted really badly was to own him inside me and love me.
When I was 18 I would rob his clothes, anything with his smell on it. I would steal socks, briefs, and his operate clothes and wear them to jack off in. I used to acquire the most intense orgasms wearing his clothes. When I was done with them I would position them back and operate like nothing ever happened. One day I had not gone to academy and I thought I would be the only one home for a while. So I went to his room and took my favorite pair
Have you ever known a man who had sex with his own dad?
Odd question, yet what a coincidence.
I was just reading through actor Tim Roth's biography yesterday, and start this:
[quote] Roth is a survivor of child sexual abuse, committed by his paternal grandfather, whom he has stated sexually abused him from childhood until his early teen years. He first revealed that he was a victim of sexual abuse during press for his 1999 directorial debut, The War Zone, a film which dealt with the topics of incest and sexual violence within a family, but declined to mention the perpetrator at that time. In December 2016, he gave an interview to The Guardian in which he revealed that his abuser was his grandfather, who had also abused his father when he was a child.
Not exactly consensual sex, but it does answer your question.
Tim had sex with his own grandfather, and Tim's dad had sex with his own father.
Yikes!!
| by Anonymous | reply 24 | July 17, 2023 2:25 PM |
My father was gay. He was born in 1918. In my 20s, he started telling me stories about his early being. He was out in the 1930s at a time when it wasn’t common. He had dreams that most would not believe he dared to dream. The problem with my dad telling me all of this was that he was still married to my mother.
In 1939, at a party in the Hollywood Hills with gay filmmakers and musicians, he was arrested. Police officers handcuffed the men, herded them into a van, and took them to jail. The following morning, he appeared before a judge for sentencing. Because the arresting officer couldn’t swear that he saw him touching his dance partner, he was released.
Then he was caught up in an illegal sting operation in Pasadena that targeted male lover men. They were extorted by the police for cash payments in come back for conditional release. His dreams of being a schoolteacher and living with his boyfriend were destroyed.
As World War II loomed, he attempted to enlist in the U.S. Navy, but he was rejected when his record revealed that he was lgbtq+. The Army eventually approved him, perhaps because war was imminent and able-bodied men, even gay ones, were needed.
Before my father shipped
My Dad Makes A Male Out Of Me
Ever since I can recall we were moving from display to post. Three years here, a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of compact muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes.
I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would fantasize that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. From there it just led to masturbation as often as achievable. I still do to this day.
My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother "there are only men in this property, why do I call for to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around. It allowed me to watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric,
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