From a young age my dad taught me the way a man should me, the way I deserved to be treated. Not just my , my boy as he liked to call it, but my as well. My father would me off for hours as I played my video games, just leisurely ling away at me, sometimes eating me out as well, going back and forth between the two until I lost my mind. He ed me up until I left for college, wishing me luck the night before I moved into my dorm at finding the man that would me in the way I deserved. I was ed by so many men after that, eager to find the one that would me like my daddy ed me. Fellow classmates, complete strangers, even a few teachers. I would give almost anyone a chance to me, but nobody came close to how my dad ed me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the , I did, but none of them could make me in the same way as my dad. I would go home for the holidays, of course, and my dad and I would go right back at it, falling into our old routines. ing whenever we got the chance, stealing touches and kisses here and there under my mother’s nose. ing in the pool while my mom went out with her friends, dad sneaking into my bedroom to settle between my legs in the dead of night, keeping a firm hand over my mouth as he drove into me, being sure to keep me quiet as to not wake my mother. Oh it was great. But then I’d have to go back to school and I’d start on my search again. Cut to the scene where his dad s him and he claims nobody can him like his dad can and he wants his dad to be the one to him for the rest of his life, begs for his as his dad is balls deep inside him