Kevin's Father

“Tell me why that brute Wilson violated you. Why didn’t you complain?” Kevin’s father asked, still with his cock within me. I then narrated to him briefly, the incident that happened at the beginning of the semester, at school.
Our gym master, Mr. Wilson, had joined the school just that academic year. He was a short man slightly bulky, but with a muscular body and a small paunch. In our very first gym class, he asked all the boys to take at least five push-ups. Every one in my class was able to do it, except me. However much I tried, I could not go beyond two. Knowing that I was the oldest in the class (Kevin had not joined the school then. He joined a bit late), Mr. Wilson was furious. He asked me to stay behind in the gym after all had gone, so that he could give me extra training. So, after all the boys left, I stayed behind. Some of my class-mates, younger than I, made fun and said I was a ‘sissy’.

When Mr. Wilson made sure that everyone had left, he made me stand in front of him and asked me to remove my tie and shirt. I stood bare-bodied in front of him. He got up from his chair and came near me and went round me. He put his hand on my biceps and pressed it hard. I did not have much of muscles and when he squeezed me, it hurt. When I grimaced, he laughed.
“You are 18 years old and you still have no proper biceps! Does it not occur to you that you have to develop some? Do your mother and father not feed you?” He went on asking questions, as he pressed my biceps in both arms with his two hands and slapped me on my shoulders hard enough, that I let out a small cry. He laughed again and came and stood in front of me and said:
“I wonder whether you are a boy or a girl.” He said this with a wry smile on his face and then went on:
“Now take off your pants. I must check straight away. See, there is no one around here and I cannot ask you to do this in front of your class-mates. Not that I will not. I will be forced to ask, if you do not obey me now.”

I had no option. I unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped the front. Then I pushed down my pants. I was wearing my boxers inside and he ordered me to lower that also. With great embarrassment, I did as he said and exposed my cock. He stood at a distance and looked at it with admiration, cocking his head to one side. Then he came behind me and ordered me to bend down. Bending down, I held on to my pants and boxers. He then asked me to go forward and put my hands on the backrest of the chair he was sitting in. I moved forward and when I took my hands off my garments to hold the chair, my pants slipped down. Coming and standing behind me, he pushed down my boxers too, exposing my buttocks. He slapped it with his hands and then put his hands on my butt-cheeks and parted them. What kind of a test was this to ascertain my sex, I wondered! There was a short gap of time and then it happened. Mr. Wilson had exposed his erect cock out of his pants and rammed it into my ass, holding my sides firmly. I screamed frantically and tried to get away. But he had put his hands on my shoulders and held me firmly in my position. He was no doubt, much stronger than I. So, I simply could not escape. He went on pushing his thick cock into my ass-hole and it produced a searing pain as it went in. I screamed, but he put his left hand on my mouth and muffled me. Then quickly he withdrew from me and tucking his cock into his pants, let me go. I straightened up and when I turned to face him, he was smiling and said coolly:

“That’s the punishment for you today. If you do not manage 5 push-ups by next Thursday (that is the day we had our gym session in the evening), you will have to be punished again. Now, dress up and leave and practice at home.” So, saying he went away inside the gym to take a shower, for I heard the water gushing. My ass was hurting badly and I wondered how much of a wound was there. I could not ride my bile; so I pushed it all the way home, cursing Mr. Wilson. I did not say a word to anyone. That would be a great shame, would it not?
The following week, I did not go to school on Thursday. I told my mother, I was not feeling well and stayed in bed. When I went to school the next day, one of my classmates, Dilshan by name, came and told me that Mr. Wilson wanted to see me after school. I told him to go to hell and went home. I forgot the incident till next Thursday. I could not fake illness every Thursday. So, come what may, I decided to go to school and attend the gym session as well.

Mr. Wilson did not ask the class to do the push-ups, that day. The training was of a different nature. However, I was asked to say behind and meet the master. Fearing the worst, I went and stood before him after the class. He asked me why I did not turn up last week for the Gym class. I said that I was sick. He asked me what was wrong with my health. I told him that I could not walk properly due to pain in my ass. He pretended to listen with concern and expressed feelings of regret. I thought that he was behaving humanly then. He then asked me to take off my pants, so that he could see what the damage was. I told him that I was alright now and it does not pain any longer. Nevertheless, he wanted to inspect the area and with some hesitation, I let him. He put his hand to the region and rubbed it for a while. Then he went and brought a jar of Vaseline and applied it there. As he was applying it, I felt his finger go in and out of my ass-hole. I turned and looked at him to see what he was doing. He said that though I did not feel the pain, there is some wound there and it needs to heal. He asked me to come again the next day, so that he may again treat it. When I told him that I felt OK, he insisted that I must meet him the next day, which was Friday.

So, I went to him again and he did the application of the Vaseline balm to my ass-hole. But this time he went on inserting two of his fingers, which brought on a semi-erection in my cock. I managed to hide it; but he noticed it and told me not to look behind. He then put his left hand to my semi-erect cock and whacked it so that it became fully erect and hard.

“You are definitely a boy,” he said, as if he had finally completed his check on my sex. “You are definitely a boy and a nice boy at that,” he concluded. And at that point, I began to feel his erect, thick cock in my ass-hole. I anticipated this any moment, ever since he wanted to check my ass. So, I remained silent, even though I experienced some pain. I did not shout or try to prevent him as I knew that it was futile. I submitted to his passion and just before he cummed, he pulled out his cock and let his hot juice spill over my back. He turned me around and slapped my bottom and said: “That was great. You will experience no pain any more. You will get your grades without difficulty, if you keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you.” He then went away to the bathroom to take his shower, leaving me to clean up myself with the hand towel he left on the chair.

I told all this briefly to Kevin’s father as he lay on me, caressing my nipples with his hands. His cock was flaccid but still within my ass like a plug.
“I will certainly nab that rascal for this,” he said, grinding his teeth.
“Please don’t do any such thing, sir”, I pleaded, “It will make matters worse for me. Besides, I understand that Mr. Wilson is being transferred to another school very soon.”
Kevin’s father kissed me and told me not to ‘sir’ him. “You can call me Dan,” he said, “or call me Dad if you like.’

He then made me stand up, as he pulled out of me. His cum inside me began to run down the inside of my thighs as I stood up. To prevent it reaching all the way to the carpet, I put my hand to it. He noticed my effort and said:

“Come to the toilet and clean yourself up there.” So saying he led me to the toilet near the front entrance. We both were naked and as we approached the toilet door, for one terrible moment, I had the feeling that Kevin might walk in through the unlatched front door. The same thought must have been in the mind of Kevin’s father, because leaving me at the toilet, he went over to the front door and latched it from inside. I was about to close the toilet door when he came back quickly and told me that he will get me my dresses. I remained inside the toilet doorway, while he went to the sitting room and came back with my pants and underwear. He handed them over to me and as he did so, his gaze fell on my semi-hard cock. I too noticed his cock, which was now deflated and small, hanging like a sausage, in front of a sizable ball-sack that looked attractive. As I extended my hand to receive my garments, he abruptly came into the toilet and closed the door behind him. He then took hold of my cock in his right hand and turning me to face the mirror in the wall, began to whack it, gently at first and faster and faster, later. My cock grew stiff with his touch and expanded to its full five inches.

His left hand began to massage my chest and belly and occasionally cupped my balls and gently massaged it. His face was on the side of my face and his mush was brushing against my cheek. I could feel his flaccid cock rubbing my bottom. Is there going to be another session, I thought. As if reading my thoughts, Kevin’s father whispered into my ears: “There is no time for another fuck. But since I got my wonderful relief through you, it is but logical that you get yours from me.” So saying he kissed my cheek and at that moment I shot my load directly in front. Two jets landed on the toilet seat and the rest on the floor. Kevin’ father squeezed my cock to make the last drops dribble on to his fingers. He then put his fingers to his mouth and said:
“That tastes good! I wish I had not wasted all that stuff. Next time, I will see to it that I get it all.” He slapped my bottom and told me to find some tissue paper from the shelf overhead.

“Clean up yourself and the mess you have made,” he said, and closed the toilet door behind him as he went out. I heard his steps on the stairs that were right above the toilet roof. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror, above the wash basin. Probably due to all the kisses it had received from Kevin’s father, my face looked dirty. I washed my face and cleaned my body with the tissue and flushed it down the toilet, after pissing. I then pulled on my underwear and my pants. It was then that I realized that Kevin’s father had not brought my T-shirt from the sitting room. I cautiously opened the toilet door and tiptoed to the sitting room. My T-shirt was lying on the back-rest of the sofa along with Kevin’s father’s house coat. I quickly retrieved mine and put it on. As I did so, I saw something interesting on the wall!

There was a photograph hanging on the wall. Kevin’s father, dressed in a black suit and wearing a black bow-tie stood majestically holding the hands of a slightly shorter, white lady, who was in a bridal costume. She was of middle age, slightly plump with a very attractive face and well developed breasts. In her right hand she held a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I quickly guessed that it was the wedding picture of Kevin’s parents. But what puzzled me was the figure which stood next to the bride. It was Kevin, also dressed in a black suit and black bow-tie, with all his Negroid features. Kevin had a broad smile on his face!

As I opened the front door and rode my bike home, one thought was dominant in my mind-- the wedding picture that I saw on the wall. Who was Kevin? Why was he in that photograph? If neither of his parents were black, why does he have African features? With these questions, I reached home. As I took my shower and went to bed, not minding my mother’s call for dinner, ‘Kevin’s Father’ filled my mind -- all that he said, all that he did and all that he was. I fell asleep, smiling. (End of Part 1)