When my wife and I first started dating she was upfront about the fact that her father and I probably wouldn’t get along. I was a quiet, sensitive, socially conscious man while her father, Roy, was, as she would put it, very old-school.
By the time we actually got married, Roy and I had settled into an uneasy truce where I wouldn’t try to change him from his ways and he would only playfully tease me about my lack of traditionally masculine characteristics.
After the wedding, I moved across the country with Jen, my wife, as she had gotten a promotion and her new salary would easily pay for our living expenses, even with me temporarily out of work. As the weeks and months passed by without me being able to find work, Jen and I decided things would be best if I took on the role of househusband.
While I was more than happy with the arrangement and loved supporting Jen as best as I could, Roy found our dynamic less than ideal. It was something he didn’t hesitate to let me know at every available opportunity. Things only got worse after he moved in with us.
When Roy’s wife died, Jen suggested that he join us in the suburbs so that the two of them could move past their grief together. A few months later, she made the decision that Roy would be better off living with us permanently. Her parents had lived together in an old house that had been in her family for generations. While Roy would have preferred to live out his days on his own, Jen insisted otherwise.
Roy was more against the idea than I was. He was nearing sixty but vibrant and strong. He was almost six inches taller than I was, standing at six-foot-four, and was built like a wrecking ball. A former military man, his body was wrapped in old, hard muscle while years of easy living had given him a bit of a gut. He was barrel-chested and had thick, muscular arms that were covered in coarse hair. Compared to myself, Roy dominated any space by the virtue of his intimidating presence. He hated the fact that his daughter wouldn’t let him live on his own but after she reminded him of the heart attack he had suffered a few years prior, he was forced to concede the issue. My father-in-law took our guest bedroom and would spend his time either reading or working in the garage. I never went in there so, for the most part, he and I kept entirely separate while my wife was at work.
Being home alone, with the exception of Roy who was always off doing his own thing, left me a lot of free time. By midday I was usually done with the chores which left me several hours to just laze around or play video games. When my wife got home, she was usually tired or talked about work until dinner time where Roy’s presence made it difficult for us to be intimate. Our sex life hadn’t exactly been flourishing either.
I was never an aggressive man. In fact, I was more than happy to take the back seat while my wife got accustomed to her increased workload. Before long, we were having sex once or twice a month and, after Roy moved in, our bedroom was as dead as it could be. While Jen didn’t seem to mind at all, I eventually grew frustrated and turned to the internet to satisfy my urges.
Once I resorted to regular masturbation, I quickly fell into old habits and with them came old addictions. Crossdressing, sissy porn, and masturbating to the idea of being used by other men were all things I had left behind for the sake of my relationship and my marriage. Unfortunately, once I got going, I found it impossible to stop. It started with me browsing pictures online, and then watching porn, and then chatting with other men before I started dressing again. By the time I had returned to posting pictures of myself online, Jen and I hadn’t had sex in months and neither of us seemed to be willing to address the issue. I wouldn’t say I resented her for it. It was her decision, after all. At the same time, I couldn’t help but feel like spending her hard-earned money to buy myself dresses, skirts, stocking, lingerie and heels was my way of getting back at her for the neglect.
At least, that’s how I rationalized it.
The positive attention and reinforcement I got from the online community emboldened me to the point where I felt more comfortable in dress than out. I would dress up almost every day and things quickly got to the point where I felt uncomfortable when I couldn’t for one reason or another. That led to me taking risks and those risks were the reason Roy was able to catch me in the act.
That was two days ago and now I sat at the dinner table with my head down to my plate while Roy and my wife spoke to each other.
“Daddy,” Jen said, “I told you not to get too stressed out when you’re working out there. I bought you that old car as a hobby, you know.”
“I’m sorry, pumpkin,” Roy replied. His voice was naturally deep but he tended to raise it half and octave when he spoke to his daughter. “I just prefer being outside on my own. You know how I am.”
“You two didn’t have another fight, did you?”
“What?” I said. “No, we didn’t. Roy does his own thing and I…do my own thing…”
“What exactly is your thing, anyway?” Roy asked.
He looked at me with a fierce gaze and I can remember the anger he displayed when he caught me taking pictures of myself in a pair of high heels, stockings, and a sleek, black dress.
“You know, housework and things like that,” I mutter.
“Ah, yes,” Roy grunted, “My son-in-law, the housewife.”
I felt my cheeks sting with shame, especially when I remember how he had clouted me about the head and chased me back to my own bedroom. Since then, he and I hadn’t spoken directly. In no small part due to the fact that I had been actively avoiding him.
“House-husband, daddy,” Jen said. “Remember we had a talk about this?”
“I’m not the one you should be talking to,” Roy grunted as he took a sip from the beer he usually had with dinner.
“Well,” my wife said, “he’s the one who made us dinner tonight so you could at the very least be a little more grateful.”
“Jen,” I said softly, hoping she’d drop the issue, “it’s no big deal.”
“No, no!” Roy said as he clapped his massive hand onto my shoulder. I remembered the feeling of him hitting me and my bladder instantly felt full. “Cooking dinner for a household is an important duty, son. My wife used to do it. She did it every day for thirty-five years. I was always grateful for that. I want you to know that I appreciate you…just like I did my own wife.”
“Thanks, Roy.”
A backhanded compliment was about as good as I ever got from Roy. Now, with the latest development, I didn’t think I would ever earn his respect again. Jen, however, was not amused.
“Honey,” she said, “dinner was delicious tonight.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as though to make a point but the way Roy’s eyes followed the gesture let me know that it probably had quite the opposite effect.
“It’s really no big deal,” I said once more. “Honestly, I like cooking. It’s relaxing.”
“Got any more relaxing hobbies you’d like to share?” Roy asked.
“What?”
“I’m stressed. I could use some relaxation. I was wondering if you had anything else you got up to that helped you unwind. Any secret techniques you’d like to lay out on the dinner table.”
I blushed and tried my best to laugh off Roy’s provocation but Jen seemed delighted at the idea.
“You know,” she said, “I think you two sharing a hobby wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I’m sure there’s something you two would have in common if a certain someone was a bit open-minded.”
“Oh, I’m plenty open-minded,” Roy said. “My mind is a bit too open these days, I’d say.”
“My point remains. If you two are going to get along under this roof then you need to stop provoking each other.”
“Well – “ Roy started.
“I’m talking about you more than him, daddy!”
Roy didn’t offer a rebuttal and I was more than happy to finish dinner in peace and quiet. Once we were done eating, I took mine and Jen’s plates to the sink to wash them. I was just about to turn the tap on when Roy called out to me.
“Why don’t you leave the dishes to Jen and come out to the garage, son,” he said. “I have something to show you.”
“I’m a bit busy, Roy,” I said, laughing nervously as I kept my back to him.
“Daddy, you know he’s not into car stuff.”
“Oh no. Your husband was telling me just recently that he’s been thinking of getting into, as you put it, car stuff. It’s an emerging interest of his, isn’t it?”
I remained silent for a long enough time that Jen was the one to break the tension. “Is that true?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah,” I lied. “We were talking about it. You know, I have all this free time and I thought it was good to learn about something new.”
“Well,” Jen said. “Good. That’s good!”
“It is?” I asked.
“Of course, it is!” She stood up and approached me from behind. She took me by the wrists and turned me towards Roy who sat with a pleased look on his face. “I’ll take care of the dishes and you two go play with your toys in the garage.”
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There wasn’t much space in the garage, not with Roy, the car Jen had bought him when he moved in with us, and myself standing about in there.
“Does she know?”
I swallowed hard. I had been grilled by Roy before and it was easy to brush off his comments for the most part. He had never had this much leverage over me, though. That, along with his tone of voice and impressive physical presence made me feel powerless.
“No,” I admitted. “It’s not something I do – “
Roy cut me off. “You seemed rather comfortable in those heels for something you don’t do often. I’m thinking you’re a liar.”
I remained silent. I felt like a child again; as though I was being scolded.
“You cheating on my daughter, boy? You fucking men on the side?”
“What?! No!” I protested. I was being totally truthful but I could see on Roy’s face that he didn’t believe me. He leaned backwards onto his work desk where the wood creaked under his weight.
“I don’t trust you,” he said. “I always knew you were soft but I didn’t think my little girl went out and married herself a piece of shit sissy. I think you’re a liar.”
“Roy,” I said. I approached him but a glance was enough to freeze me in my tracks. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. “I’m not a cheater. I just do it for…”
“For what?”
“I don’t know. I do it for the attention, I guess.”
“Is that what you want? Attention?”
Even though Roy spoke my own words back at me, he had a way of making me feel stupid. Whatever rationalizations I could come up with would obviously be stupid to him. He never cared about me and he never liked me. This is just the excuse he needed to ruin my marriage and get me out of Jen’s life. “Are you going to tell her?”
“Of course, I’m going to tell her. Why wouldn’t I tell her that she married a crossdressing faggot?”
I winced but didn’t dare speak up about Roy’s choice of words. “I swear to you, Roy. I don’t cheat on her and I promise I’ll stop my…I’ll stop it. I won’t do it again. I’ll do anything you want if you just give me a chance.”
Roy chewed his upper lip as he always did when he was deep in thought. It made his mustache move up and down like a thick, dark caterpillar that struggled to make its way across his face. “You’ll do anything I want, huh?”
“Anything, Roy,” I repeat. “I’ll help you out in the garage. I’ll clean up after you. I’ll do anything, I’ll – “
“Suck my cock,” he interjected.
“W-what?”
Roy moved his hand from where it had been hanging at the outside of his hip and brought it up his inner thigh before grabbing hold of his crotch. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge that he held in his massive fist before his words cut through to me once again. “I want you to suck my cock. You do that, right? That’s what sissy faggots like you do. You suck cocks.”
“Roy,” I said softly. “Roy, I’m married to your daughter.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that I’m not fucking gay!”
“Hey!” he said. “You keep your fucking voice down, do you hear me? I don’t care what you think but no man who prances around in wigs and dresses is straight.”
Roy looked at me and I held his gaze for a moment before I looked down to see that he had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His long, thick cock hung between his thighs and I couldn’t help but salivate at the mere sight of it. It easily dwarfed mine in size and Roy wasn’t anywhere close to erect.
“Roy,” I said softly, “are you gay?”
“Fuck no,” Roy snorted. “I’m just getting my dick sucked. Nothing gay about getting your dick sucked. In fact, I feel sorry for you since you’re the one whose about to have your mouth full of cock-meat. That’s gay as hell, by anyone’s reckoning.”
“Roy don’t be ridi – “
“Hey, shut the fuck up!” he snapped. “Now you have a choice: either get on your knees and suck me off or I’ll tell your wife what a little fag you really are.”
I bit my lip and turned towards the door that would lead back into the house. Jen was open-minded, sure, but even she wouldn’t stick around if she learned about my crossdressing. I knew her well enough; it was why I had stopped in the first place. When I looked back towards Roy, he had a satisfied expression on his face.
“Yeah,” he said, “you know what the right choice to make is, don’t you?”
“One time, Roy,” I said as I moved towards him. “One time and then we drop this for good. Do you understand?”
Roy didn’t answer me but within seconds I had taken up position on my knees. The concrete ground was difficult to kneel on but I wouldn’t be here long. The door to the garage wasn’t locked and Jen could show up unannounced at any minute. As I looked up at Roy, he didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
He didn’t react as I took his cock in my hands. It was warm and, remarkably, still soft even though my fingers could barely wrap around it. “You like that dick, don’t you? I can see it on your face.”
I didn’t answer but the blush in my cheeks probably told him everything he needed to know. If my expressions were going to be honest and I thought it best to give in to my urges.
If this was all some sick joke Roy was playing on me, he was certainly dedicated to the part. I took his cockhead in my mouth and sucked on it gently. It was my first time giving a blowjob but I had gotten them enough times to not be entirely amateurish about it. I didn’t react when I felt his palm and fingers crown my head so he could guide me as his prick stiffened in my mouth.
It took several minutes for Roy to get fully hard. I held his cock gently and traced my lips along the entire length of it. I was amazed by how much I had to move my neck to get my lips from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cockhead and by the time his erection was in full gear, my heart was racing with excitement. The idea that Jen could catch me sucking off her father at any moment was exhilarating and before long I was fucking my own face with Roy’s girthy cock. He barely made any sound but I sucked noisily with bubbles of spit and the accompanying sounds showing off my gusto.
His crown was large, smooth and bulbous, and just managing to get my lips past it made me feel like I was dislocating my jaw. I was barely able to fit any more of him in my mouth and I used my hands and the excess spit to massage his length. The way Roy’s cock throbbed and bulged between my lips and fingers made me feel incredibly insecure. I couldn’t help but compare myself to him and he exceeded me by every measure.
Roy’s cock was wrapped in thick veins that fed the beast all the blood it needed. Feeling the ridges slide against my lips was enough to get me in a daze. I had experimented with putting toys in my ass before and I quickly found myself lost in the fantasy of how it would feel to have such a monster cock tearing into my backside. I looked up at him once more, my eyes half-lidded as the scent of his manhood filled my nostrils. Just the taste of his precum was enough to get me cock drunk and some part of me desperately wanted Roy to take notice of my own stiff prick as it struggled against the fabric of my jeans.
“You look real pretty with that cock in your mouth,” Roy said. He caressed my face for just a moment before taking hold of the back of my head. His deep, gruff voice washed over me and I knew then that I wanted to make this man cum right where he stood.
I knew where things were going and placed my hands on his bulging thighs to brace myself as he pulled my face into his crotch. He was much stronger than I and it was futile to resist as he used me. He forced his cock into my mouth until I gagged on it, then he forced my face deeper along the length of his prick until my nose was pressed into his thick pubes. I grabbed at him but he was merciless. He fucked my throat even as I choked on him to the point where I almost turned blue, and all the while I felt my neglected cock ache to the point where I thought I was about to burst.
Spit erupted from my nose when Roy finally slid his cock out of my sore and abused throat. I gasped loudly for air, only to be met with a splattering of thick, salty cum that plastered my face. Roy grunted and held me by the hair as I sat on my heels. He rubbed his dirty cock all over my face; he marked me, humiliating me, as he rode the high of his orgasm. When he was done, he pulled a rag out of his back pocket and wiped himself clean. “Here,” he said, tossing the dirty bit of cloth to me, “clean yourself up, faggot.”
I took the rag and wiped my face and mouth clean up spit and cum. The was nothing I could do, however, about the large, wet stain that had formed at the front of my jeans as I ejaculated from the abuse. “Roy,” I said, breathing heavily as he fixed his jeans and made himself look presentable once more, “this is the only time. Right?”
Roy didn’t say a word. He walked past me, leaving me knelt on the garage floor. I didn’t bother looking back as he opened the door and slammed it closed behind him. I knew I was his and it terrified me how much I looked forward to the next time he made me pay for his silence.
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