I was raised in a house where the Daddy was a roving force of sexual energy. All you needed was to be alone with him and there's a good chance daddy's hands would roam... his shorts would bulge... his masculine stink would increase 10x. He was surrounding you with his body heat long before his warm breath was on your neck... asking you for your sweet kisses... asking you to, "help daddy, son... help daddy cum" - and I knew I wanted to be a big strong boy and make daddy proud - so I...