Cucked By My Dad Ch. 08

Note: This story contains scenes of incest content. Enjoy!

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sound of crickets.

The second was the feeling of cum leaking out of my asshole.

Dad's chest hair was a forest of gray and brown. I lay curled on his chest with his arm around me. His thumb gently grazed my shoulder.

I couldn't see much, but I could smell him.

Earthy musk. Pine. Patchouli. His cologne, maybe.

I took another breath, savoring his smell. The way his chest rose and fell under my head. The coarse, wiry hairs on his chest. The way he held me, gentle and close. The slight ache in my loins, painful but pleasant.

"You awake?"

His voice was soft.

I lifted my head and nodded groggily. "I didn't remember falling asleep. What time is it?"

"About midnight, I think. You've been out for a couple of hours."

"Have you been up this whole time?"

He let out a chuckle, brushing back one of my curls. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

I stretched my legs, enjoying the stretch. "'Cause I rocked your world, right?"

He didn't say anything. Just looked at me like I was the most beautiful boy in the world.

"Too much to think about," he said after a moment.

I sat up. "You don't regret it, do you?"

"No," he said quickly. "Not at all. Do you?"

I bit my lip, smiling. I shook my head.

"Good," he said, softly rubbing my back. "You haven't done anything wrong. If anything, I'm the irresponsible one."

I laughed. "I'm pretty sure it takes two to tango. Or to have... gay incest, or whatever."

That brought another smile out of him, one of those sheepish ones you see bears do on Instagram.

"I'm the dad," he said, as if reminding himself. "I should know better than to bring you into all this."

I rolled my eyes. "You didn't bring me anywhere I didn't wanna go, Dad. In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly do what I'm told."

I ran my hand along his torso, down the mountain of fur on his chest and stomach to the thick patch of hair above his cock.

"For example, nobody told me to do this." I leaned in and kissed his chest, then his belly.

I felt him breathe in suddenly, his cock beginning to stir as I kissed my way toward it.

"Son, you don't have to--"

"Shh..."

I laid on my side, cupping his growing cock in my hand. This was the thing that had deflowered me just a couple of hours ago, the thing that had created me almost 19 years ago. I'd never seen it so close before, never held and studied it like this.

As far as penises go, my father's dick took the cake. It looked longer than it was, probably because it was so girthy. When he was soft, his foreskin hid most of the head. He was getting hard again, though, and I could see the tip start to peek out.

I kissed it.

"Oh, fuck, son," said Dad, his shoulders drooping. "Your mouth is so soft."

I wrapped my lips around it, taking the head into my mouth and giving it a gentle suck. The taste was strong but not unpleasant, the taste of sweat and musk and me. I swallowed him deeper, grabbing his balls as a handhold.

"Fuck, Leo," Dad groaned, his forehead creasing. "Please do that again."

Smiling around his cock, I tugged on his balls once more, gripping the soft, fleshy orbs with my fingers. I couldn't believe I had once been in there, and now the same seed was making its way deep inside me.

I took Dad deeper into my mouth, passing the back of my throat and sliding into my esophagus. I had gotten pretty good at deepthroating with Brock, although at the time, I hadn't been aware that I was practicing for someone better.

No, none of them compared to my father, the man who had taken my virginity. If I were being honest with myself, they were all just pale imitations of him. I'd been chasing someone like him without realizing it, never allowing for the fact that I would ever have the chance to experience the real thing. But now, nose buried deep in my father's pubes, I knew that nothing would have been able to scratch the itch like my father could.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," my Dad exclaimed, grabbing the back of my head and gently kneading my curls. "Where did you learn all this?"

I pulled off his cock, wiping drool from my lips. "I'm a virgin, but I'm not clueless. Or I was a virgin... I guess."

His eyes widened a little.

"So... that was your first time, then? You haven't been with anyone else other than me?"

I frowned slightly, still stroking his wet cock. "No, I haven't. Why, does that make you feel like a big man?"

His cheeks turned ruddy. "No."

"You sure?" I slid onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. His cock dug into my ass, searching for the entrance to paradise. "It doesn't get you hot thinking about taking your son's virginity? To go where no man's dick has gone before?"

I rubbed my ass against his cock, teasing him.

He groaned. "Fuck... of course it does."

I kissed his neck, still rubbing my ass against his dick. The head was pressed up against my opening now, which was still loose and sticky from before.

"Jesus, son..."

He pushed me back, but I could tell he wanted to ram his cock inside me right then and there.

"Of course, I'm excited to be your first. I'm just..."

I frowned. This was seriously killing the mood.

"You're just what?"

"I hope you don't feel stuck with me. You're young, you have options. Maybe you should explore a little more."

I sat back, seething.

"So what, now you want me to go fuck some other guy? After you pretty much made it your mission to keep me from doing just that? The hell is wrong with you?"

His touch kept me still.

"I didn't say that."

"I couldn't have been that bad of a lay," I said, pouting.

He turned my chin until I was facing him. "That was the best sex of my life."

How could I still be mad after hearing that?"

"I just don't want you to feel trapped because of me," he continued. "I've held you back, but that was my own shit that I should have dealt with. You should be able to fool around with guys, make mistakes, get your heart broken."

I smiled despite myself. "I think I've already done all that with just you."

He grinned, then held out his hand. "Come here."

I melted back into him.

"I never thought I'd feel this close to you," he whispered in my ear.

Our lips met again. He picked me up like a doll and slid me back on his lap. My father, so fucking strong. Feeling him grind against me felt so primal. I was light-headed from his kisses. I knew he would enter me again, and that thought thrilled me. The thought of being taken again, being manhandled. Dad had said I didn't want to be used and discarded, but that wasn't exactly true. I wanted to be used, desperately--wanted Dad to take charge and use my body for his pleasure. I guess it was the discarding part that I didn't want. Somehow, with Dad, I didn't think that would be an issue.

"Fuck, son..." Dad growled. "If only I could be inside you again."

I held his face, locking eyes with him. "Then take me."

His forehead creased. "Aren't you sore? I don't want to hurt you--"

"I can take it," I said. "I promise. No more lying, okay? I'll tell you what's too much."

I could see the war going on in his head: to protect or fuck, to parent or to breed.

Lust won out.

He kissed me even fiercer this time, grabbing my waist to hold me steady as he frotted against me. His kisses turned sloppy, his tongue writhing against mine as he grunted in my mouth.

I could feel his cock stabbing my thighs, my balls, my taint--desperately trying to hit home. I reached down to guide it into place. I needed to be entered again. My hole was still sticky, wet with cum that had leaked out while I slept. I rubbed the head of his cock against it, gathering up his essence to ease his way back inside me.

"Oh, daddy," I moaned as the head began to press inside me.

He stopped kissing me and looked at me, his dull, lustful eyes suddenly sharp with worry. "Is it okay?"

I nodded. "I'm okay, daddy. Just go slow."

"I'll go slow, baby boy," he promised, his eyes slowly drifting back down to my lips. "I won't hurt you..."

His mouth was back on mine again. My hole stretched to accommodate its intruder, a sharp ache echoing through my body as it cried out in protest at being violated again so soon. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, determined to overcome the pain and give my father the pleasure of my body again.

The hardest part was the head. My hole was still mostly stretched out from our earlier encounter, but it had closed a little bit in the last couple of hours. It took a few slow, careful minutes of pushing to open me up again. He was sweet, though--coaxing me open with little thrusts, distracting me with kisses and sweet words.

When the head finally popped through, I let out a small cry of relief.

"You okay?" Dad asked, panting.

I nodded. "I want it deeper."

I slowly slid down my father's cock, his last load allowing him to glide right through me. I was hard and dripping, my dick standing out like a pencil from my small patch of curly brown pubic hair. Dad wrapped his fist around it, dwarfing my smaller cock with his hand as he stroked me.

"Keep breathing, son," he said, not breaking eye contact with me. "Open up for me."

I kept my eyes on his as I took another inch of him inside me. His soft, gentle strokes were helping me relax, until finally I could feel his warm, hairy balls underneath my cheeks. I felt stretched wide open, sure that the head of his cock was currently lodged somewhere between my colon and my small intestine.

"Dad," I said, panting, "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this. But you have a huge dick."

He grinned, then flexed his cock inside me.

"Ugh... fuck, do that again."

He throbbed in me again and again, his dick pulsed inside me like a heartbeat. My cock slid between our sweat-soaked skin while he worked himself in and out of me, our bellies growing slick with my precum. He held his forehead against my own as he probed deep inside me, gently exploring my insides.

The pleasure was so intense that it made my vision grow hazy. I couldn't believe I was actually having sex. Me, the perpetual virgin, finally deflowered. And it was so different from what I'd imagined. Scary, but so fucking fun. To turn myself over completely to this man, to my father.

I wanted to go higher. I wanted to take charge in my own buggering.

"Lie back, daddy," I said, my hands gently pressing into his hairy chest.

He lay flat on the ground, his rigid cock still buried in my snatch. He put his arms behind his head and watched me, drinking me in and making me feel even more naked than I already was. I held his chest for support, marveling at how good his meaty pecs felt in my fingers. Then I ground my ass on his dick until I found that perfect angle, the one that made me see stars and believe in some kind of anal-loving God.

"Oh, fuck, Dad," I moaned.

"That's your button, baby," he said softly. He traced his fingers down my chest and stomach, giving my cock with a gentle squeeze. "Go ahead and use daddy's dick to find it."

I sat up, slowly raising myself off Dad's massive member until it was almost halfway out of me. Then I lowered my hips, a weak moan escaping my lips as he slid past that wonderful, wonderful button again.

"Fuck, Daddy..."

"I know, son."

"Ohhhhhhhhh..." I whined. "That's my spot... That's my spot!"

"I know, baby. It feels good for me, too."

Precum poured out of me, pooling on my father's belly. "I'm... I'm leaking..."

"Shh... Don't worry, baby boy. Just let it happen."

I rode him faster now, mashing the head of his dick against my button like a fucking arcade game. My dick jumped every time he hit it, a thick strand of precum drooling out of the tip. Dad just held me by my legs, watching with delighted wonder as I fucked myself on his cock. He must have fucked dozens of guys like this, but none of that seemed to matter anymore. His look made it feel like it was my pleasure and only my pleasure he really wanted to see.

I could see how muscular he was as he held me, muscles straining beneath his skin. I wanted to worship him.

"Flex for me, daddy."

He let go of my legs, raising his arms to flex his bulging biceps. "You like daddy's muscles?" he asked, smirking.

"Oh, God, yes," I said breathlessly. I wrapped my fingers around them, barely able to keep my grip as he pummeled me. He was so virile, such a fucking man that I could hardly believe I was an only child. Then he hit something in me so deep that my pussy tensed up, choking his cock in a death grip.

"God dammit, son," he huffed, "Keep going like that, you're gonna make me blow."

"Do... it," I said choppily. "I... want your... cum..."

Dad's fingers squeezed my thighs in a death grip, his eyes rolling back as he started thrusting up to meet my bounces. I watched his body jerk as he succumbed to the pleasure my hole was giving him--MY hole. I was doing this, it was me giving him pleasure and making him orgasm for the second time in a night. The thought was almost enough to push me over the edge. But before I could cum, Dad's face contorted and he held me in place, his jaw twisted in a cry of release.

"ARGH... FUCK! Take my seed..."

His hands shook as he held me. His dick throbbed, burying jet after jet of cum deep inside me. I felt high watching him cum, feeling him pulse inside me as my pussy milked him of his load. This was the best part--this was power. Knowing I was responsible, that I was the hole that could make my father cum... I felt invincible.

I sat there in my father's lap, his cock still lodged deeply inside my rectum, watching the strain on his face as his orgasm subsided. His eyes were out of focus for a second as he opened them, but they soon fixed on me.

"Come here." He grabbed my ass, lifting me off his cock and onto my hands and knees until I was crouched over him. "I want to taste you."

He slid underneath me and swallowed me to the root. My knees almost buckled as his tongue swirled around my cock. Holy shit, my dad was an amazing cocksucker! Sensations came from everywhere as he squeezed my ass, swallowed my dick, ran his tongue along the underside of my cock. My strength finally gave out when he started humming on my dick. I collapsed onto him, pinning his head to the ground. Dad wasn't fazed at all--he kept slurping his tongue around my cock, massaging my ass as he extracted my load from me.

"I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna squirt, Dad," I whimpered, unable to hold back any longer.

A high, weak moan poured out of me as I came, flooding my father's mouth with my cum. He sucked hard on me, his tongue milking out my load. My legs shook involuntarily, the pleasure too intense to bear. Dad wrung every last drop out of me, his lips sliding down my cock until he let it fall out with a wet plop.

I rolled onto my back and stared blankly at the ceiling, completely drained (in more ways than one). The faint glow of the moon shone through the canvas as a small white orb. Dad's hands were on me, stroking my leg, cradling my empty balls. He planted little kisses on the inside of my groin and whispered things that made me blush and forget how much I hated myself. Was sex always this good, this freeing? Or was it just sex with my dad?

Who gave a shit?

Sleep soon overtook me, and once again I was dead to the world.

I might have slept through the night if I hadn't woken up a couple hours later with a raging hard-on and a desperate need to piss. Dad had fallen asleep on my chest, like a 250 pound weighted blanket. I somehow managed to slide out without waking him and walked over to the tent flap.

I was about to unzip it when I realized I was fully naked and we were far from alone. If anyone were still up or out, they'd see a freshly fucked twink with an incredible ass stark naked in the forest. Which would probably invite questions, seeing as we were at a father-son retreat. The only thing nearby was my dad's boxer shorts, so I slipped them on. They were so wide I could have fit through one of his leg holes, so I held them against my waist as I unzipped the tent and stepped outside.

It was cool out, but luckily warm enough for me to do the deed in just my dad's boxers. I pulled out my cock and quickly did the deed. I soon felt the familiar relief as my bladder emptied. There was a fullness inside my bottom, presumably the two loads my father had deposited in me just a few hours earlier. I could have emptied myself of his jizz, but I kept it inside, wanting to feel him in me for as long as possible.

When I got back in the tent, I saw his body spilled out of the sleeping bag. His older, beautiful body that I loved so much.

His forearm covered his eyes, showing his light brown armpit hair. His crewcut looked darker than usual in the moonlight, not the same dirty-blond color I was used to seeing in the daytime. He'd let his mustache grow longer as of late, such that it drooped almost to his bottom lip. His beard was also starting to grow in, which, unlike his mustache, had many more speckles of gray mixed in.

Jesus, my father was a handsome man. No wonder I hadn't been able to resist him. He had the kind of face that made you want to have his babies. Of course, it was probably for the best that I couldn't. Incest with your dad was hard enough without having to worry about breastfeeding Sloth from the Goonies one day.

I knelt beside him, gently running my fingertips along his body so as not to wake him up. I'd always known Dad was pretty muscular from years of working out and doing construction, but I'd never really gotten a chance to explore his body up close or really feel him (our previous encounter of him flexing for me while pounding my pussy notwithstanding).

I touched his shoulder, feeling the strong, dense muscle that lay underneath. I traced my finger down his bicep to his forearm, which was covered in veins and a light dusting of dark hair. His chest moved slowly with his breathing. That chest hair drove me wild. The best part of getting to ride him was running my fingers through his thick carpet of hair, petting it like a furry blanket. Okay, not the best part--that was obviously his cock. But it was a close runner-up.

Dad's nipples were pale in complexion, not much darker than the surrounding skin. But they stood out from the forest of chest hair, pale and hard. I wanted to take one of them into my mouth and suck on it the way he'd done to me, but I didn't want to wake him up just yet. I was enjoying this moment, getting to explore his body like this.

His stomach was where he held most of his extra weight, and it spilled out from his gut like a spare tire. I knew he was self-conscious of it, and my Mom always liked to tease him about it whenever he got a little too cocky around the house. But as I looked at it now, the way his tan, freckled belly rose and fell with every breath, I knew that I wouldn't change a thing about him.

I grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and pulled, slowly revealing the lower half of my father's body. His cock lay flaccid against his leg, bigger now than mine was when I was fully erect. I could complain that the big dick gene skipped me, but who cared how big I was when this big, beautiful penis was right here in front of me?

Dad's thighs were also huge, almost as wide around as my waist. He slept with them spread open, his hairy ballsack pooled against the floor of the tent.

Don't even get me started on those balls. Those fucking balls.

I needed to get a closer look, to see the family jewels up close and personal. I knelt between his legs, leaning in until my face was only an inch or two away from his sack. The tip of his cock was barely visible through his foreskin, resting gently against his leg. His testicles were the size of golf balls, two fleshy orbs that splayed out onto the ground just begging to be suckled. I put my nose as close as I dared and took a deep breath, inhaling my father's scent.