“I’m taking you into the bedroom,” he said in my ear. “I’m gonna strip you down, lick every inch of you, and make you cum like you never have before.”

“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door. That was strange.

I’d been having this pain in my stomach. In retrospect it was probably just nerves, but mom insisted on sending me to the doctor…

“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?” He indicated to the snake in his trousers.
“No,” I croaked.
“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”

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He rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling. “I would eat pussy all day if I could. Any pussy, it wouldn’t matter.” He looked at me. His fingers brushed the growing bulge in his briefs. “Girls tell me that I have a very nice dick.”

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else. My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

A young Burger King employee finds a way to pass the night shift with his asshole manager.

My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up. From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit.