I'm not a tall boy, I'm not muscular or tough. My dad's a man's man, fixing cars and going fishing. He played football, in highschool where he knocked up my mom. I guess he should've known I would never be like him. She never wanted me. She never wanted a family, to settle down, be a mom, none of it. She took the first opportunity to bail on us. I wonder if he thought I'd be just like him growing up with this big strong man as my only influence. But he never treated me like that, so I guess you get what you paid for. No, I was never his man's man son, I cooked, I cleaned, I cut his hair, I was his wife. Not that he asked me to, or forced me to, nothing like that. It's just no one else did that stuff, so I just did it.
Well, I'm 18 now, and I figured it's time for me to help out more. He's always worked, so I figured if I made some money, I could help out, but I didn't really have any skills or time beyond school. I'd heard some people talking about selling pics online and figured I could do that, although I'm not sure who would pay for pics of me. I'm scrawny, my cock is small, I don't really have much to offer, but I figured it couldn't hurt. So, I posted some. The response was...not what I was expecting. The comments were exhilarating, grown men asking, no, begging for more. Asking if I had an upload schedule, if I did requests, offering to buy me outfits. It was like swimming in adoration. I started posting more, getting gifts, costumes, outfits, all the while, earning money. I started my own bank account. I wanted to surprise my dad with it when I'd saved up enough, but I wasn't sure how to explain it yet.
I was doing a shoot for a bundle I wanted to put up by the end of the week. Dad was at work, so I figured I could be a little louder than normal. My regulars always begged me to be more vocal, so I figured this would get a little extra cash. I didn't hear the front door close.
"Josh?" A knock at my door. It opened before I could cover up. The camera clicked as I looked at my dad and he looked at me. I was in an orange pleated skirt and a white crop tanktop that read 'femboy hooters' that a fan had sent me. My legs were spread, and my cock wept a large bead of precum.
"Da-" My voice choked into silence before I could finish. He frowned and stepped towards me. Not a paternal cover up move, a threatening move. My hands left my cock and ass, as I moved backwards, away from him. He stopped, and his face grew angrier.
"What the fuck Josh?" He growled, moving like a flash, forward, grabbing my wrists and yanking me to my feet.
