Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2008 17:52:56 -0700
From: Yoyokevmconn15 <yoyokevmconn15@aol.com>
Subject: What daddy want to hear part 2

This story is fictional and in no way is intended to support adults and
teenagers having sexual relations, it is wrong. Some events might have been
based on some true fact of my life, but this story is still fictional.

We left off: I saw my father get up not say a word, put on his pants and he
was out the door, with not even a good bye. My heart was broken, I dint
know what had just happened to me, I was scared and in lots of pain. That
night after crying for hours I finally cried myself to sleep, hoping the
feelings I had inside would go away.

What Daddy Wants To Hear Part 2:

I awoke the next morning to a bright sun; giving my skin a must needed
tan. I jumped out of bed and headed to the shower, trying to wipe off the
disgusting things I felt, product of last night.  I was scrubbing so hard
that I felt my skin peel off, and the blood start to flow. After an hour or
so I finally got up and made my way to the kitchen were Gloria and the rest
of the staff would often hang out. I liked to hang around them, they would
always make me feel so good and feel like I was wanted. (Even though I knew
they got paid for it). The rest of that day when like a blur, I basically
just veged out all day and dint do anything at all, my mother and brother
were out so I was alone with the staff.

It had to be around 8 pm when I dozed off in to my imagination, were
everything was great and no one bother me at all. I was awaken by a sharp
pain, a pain that I had experienced before. I felt my father cock entering
my most privet area. I was confused of the whole situation that was
happening to me. I just though why is he hurting me like this, he is the
man who should be there for me and protect me from any harm, and he is the
one causing the harm. But this time it was quick, it stopped before I was
able to experience more pain and discomfort. He rolled off me and I could
smell him breath, smelled of old whiskey and beer. The smell made my
stomach turn, and I saw him blow shunks all over the floor.

I saw him get up, and walk towards me, almost falling with every step.

"Get over here you little shit" He screeched at me

He got me from the top of my head and with one powerful kick, got me to my
knees, I dint know what was going on or what was about to happen.

"Clean the floor" he managed to get out with out vomiting once more.

"Ok dad, let me get some paper towels or something" I told him with fear on
every word

"With your tongue"

When I heard him say that I though he was kidding around, I never though
that he would actually make me do this. I felt him grab me from the back of
the head and force my mouth to the floor, as I refused to open my mouth; I
felt his shoe connect with my ribs.

I DID IT

After I was done and humiliated and he had finished having sex with me I
went to my room to think, I could not sleep. So many things were going
threw my head at that time, how did something that hurt so much feel so
good at the same time. I had never felt so much pain and so much pleasure
before, was I going crazy. I knew it was wrong and that he should not be
doing that to me, but when I felt his hot lips on my dick I just
melted. When he ran his tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, it felt
like I was going crazy, I felt like I was going to pass out from the
pleasure. That night I could not sleep at all, I toss and turned all night
and after what seemed like 20 minutes of sleep threw the whole night,
Gloria, my nanny walked in my room.

"Devin dear, get ready, you are going on a trip with your father, he is
taking you on a trip to New York City. He wants you packed and ready to go
A.S.A.P."

"Thank you nana, I will get all my things ready to go"

I packed my bags and I was ready to go in just a couple of hours, I was
still not all there, I was like in another world just thinking of what
would it be to have a normal father and a normal mother, a real family. I
don't know if I was destined to not know how that feels, but up to now it
feels like it.

That trip to New York city had a lot in store for me, I dint know how that
trip would change my life for ever. That trip to the big apple would take
away so much and give back at the same time, good bad and all of the above.



Early the next morning, around 3 am me and my father got into his small,
but yet cozy privet airplane. As the plane took the sky's my father went to
work on my body, taking more and more of my childhood with everyday. After
he had his way with me, I had the bright Idea to make a smart ass
remark. (I have always been a smart ass).

"Dad, next time use a condom, I don't want to catch anything"

I had read about gay sexual intercourse and all the STD`s you can catch.



Out of no were I felt his fist connect with my face, I felt him on top of
me pounding away like if I was a lifeless, worthless rag doll. He finally
got off me and went to go sit down, I sat in the corner of the plane for
the rest of the trip, like a coward. I don't know what was going on, I was
more confused than ever before, first rape, then violence I mean he was
humiliating me in every shape and form possible. Why, what had I done to
him to make him act like that with me, I was a good kid.



When we finally landed and got to the hotel, we were greeted by a tall,
robust black gentlemen. He was so tall and scary looking, he look like he
could tare me in half, using only his eyes. "Hello", he murmured with a
deep scratchy voice, he looked at me smiled.

His smile was so warm and so comforting, I had no idea at that moment that
he would be my guardian angel. (HE, had a name, John). We walked in and
checked in and went up to our room, it was a really nice room, with a
wonderful view of central park. I put my thing down and told my dad I was
going down stares to see the pool, he ignored me and I made my way to the
pool. In my way there I bumped into John(The gentlemen that met us earlier)

"Hey kid, what are you doing all alone, don't you know you are not in
Kansas anymore"

At the time I dint get the humor, I just noted and smiled, "I am just
bored" I told him.

One thing let to the other we ended up drinking milkshakes and talking for
like 4 hours.

He finally told me that I should get back, that my dad would more than
likely be looking for me and dint want to get my in no kind of
predicament. I agreed and went off, as the night went by, john made his
rounds of the floors, to make sure everything is ok. He knew that I was
alone with my father and he knew our room number, I told him. As he past
threw our room he heard some noise, he put his ear to the door and heard me
moaning, and crying, he finally heard me say, "please stop it dad, it
really hurts". At that moment, he called the police, used his master key
and flung the door open. I had never seen my dad jump so high in my life,
and so scared to see such a big man come after him.

"What the hell do you think you are doing to this kid, you perverted
s.o.b."



Thank you for reading my story and I hope you read it and me hope you write
to me, let me know if you like it or hate it. This story is a story about
survival, about being brave through hard times. Let me know what you think
and thank you again. Yoyokevmconn15@aol.com