Cucked By My Dad Ch. 09

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

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So there I was, exhausted, out of breath, covered in dirt and grass and my father's cum, watching the light go out behind my dad's eyes as he processed what I just said.

"You want to... what?"

He stared at me like he'd just walked in on me eating my own hair.

A fair reaction, really. Most fathers and their adult sons don't have incestuous love affairs, and when they do, they generally have the common sense to keep that to themselves. Or to tell a few trusted friends, I suppose.

What they do NOT do is decide to tell their mother/wife, the very woman who wed the one and birthed the other. Anyone in their right mind could agree that that would be a very bad, very STUPID idea.

So why did I feel the impulse to jump in my dad's car, speed home as quickly as possible, and throw myself at my mother's feet to beg forgiveness?

I couldn't tell ya. Maybe I was driven dick-crazy. I'd certainly had enough of it in the last 12 hours to send anyone into a frenzy. All I could say is that, once the thought entered my head, there was no going back.

Judging from his expression, Dad didn't seem to share my delusion (I guess going boy-pussy-crazy isn't a thing).

I was about to explain further when Elijah came up from behind and wrapped me in a big hug.

"Dude, you were awesome!"

He lifted me off my feet and spun me around in a circle. Dad's face got lost in the whirl. Soon we were surrounded by a group of guys all crowding in to congratulate us.

"I gotta admit, I underestimated you," he said with a wry grin. "'Cause you got those little legs and all. But man, you proved me wrong!"

I smiled despite myself, dizzy from the spinning and the prospect of incest confession. "Never bet against a demon twink."

His smile was sweet and infectious. "You're so funny, dude," he said, brushing back his sweaty red bangs. "I'm glad you're here."

The fuzzy feeling in my stomach turned to dread when I felt Dad's hand on my shoulder. "We should probably get cleaned up. Don't you think, son?"

Elijah gave him a casual nod. "That was awesome, Mr. Wyte."

Dad ignored him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd toward the shower pavilion.

I let him drag me along like a Pomeranian on a leash. Despite my urge to confess, I found myself dreading being alone with him all of a sudden.

The shower pavilion loomed like a slaughterhouse. It was empty when we went inside.

"You were kind of rude back there, you know," I said, for lack of anything else.

Dad searched the stalls to make sure we were alone, then turned to me.

"It's not a good idea."

I shook my head. "I can't lie to her, Dad."

"It's not lying-"

"Bullshit."

"It's not!" His eyes were pleading, desperate. "I told you, she doesn't want to know-"

"When it's you fucking some woman on a business trip, not your own son!" I cried out. "I'm pretty sure she'd feel differently if she knew, don't you?"

"It would ruin our family," he said quietly. "Don't you get that?"

I felt the sudden urge to throw up. The weight of our sin had finally landed, and the reality of the shit storm we were in had sucked all the air out of the room.

"Oh God, Dad. What did we do?" I started pacing, as if I could outrun the guilt. "I mean, what the hell were we thinking? We fucked! Penis and butthole! Not just once, but, like, a lot! Why did we do that?"

"It's all right," he said, somehow calm amidst all the chaos.

I turned on him like a rabid dog. "All right? According to who? Jesus H Christ, you were inside me. You were inside me, and now we gotta tell Mom or else I literally think I'm going to die."

"Leo, breathe." He grabbed my shoulders, keeping me planted to the ground. "You're having a panic attack. Just calm down and take a deep breath."

I followed his instructions, trying to resist the impulse to bolt.

"Everything is going to be okay. We will get through this."

I took another deep breath, trying to believe that could somehow be true.

"...But we are not telling your mother."

Son of a bitch.

I shoved him. "That's easy for you to say. You're used to lying to her. But I'm not!"

I felt the hysteria bubbling out of me like vomit. I brought my nails to my lip and started chewing frantically.

"May-maybe she'll be okay with it, yeah?" I nodded eagerly, as if nodding hard enough would get him to agree. "She'll understand. Maybe?"

Dad shook his head. For some reason, that made me even angrier.

"Why did you let this happen, Dad?" I cried. "You're the parent, you're supposed to-"

"I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to want to tell her!" he snapped.

I took a step back. It wasn't often Dad lost his temper with me and it made me feel like a little kid.

"This doesn't have to change anything, son," he said, a bit more calmly. "Not if we don't let it."

I snorted. "What do you suggest, Dad? We have some sort of secret love affair behind Mom's back?" I rubbed my face with both hands. "God, this is such a fucking mess."

"What if we pretended it never happened?" he said. "It was a one-time mistake. We just go back to the way things were. She doesn't need to know, and... and I can just be your dad again..."

He rubbed my shoulder. I closed my eyes, melting into his touch.

God, it was so easy to fall back into him.

"I don't think I can," I said sadly. "Not when I've..."

I looked up at him, at that handsome bear-face and that damn furry mustache that I'd now felt thrice on my butthole. Even now, it throbbed for him.

I sighed. "You can't unfuck your son, Dad. And I can't stop thinking about her. She's my mother. Sure, she's weird and kind of an alcoholic, but she's my mom. Look what I did to her. I fucked her husband, for Christ's sake. What kind of a son does that to his own mother?"

Tears blurred my eyes. I bit down on my fist to hold it back, my face burning with shame.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.

"It's okay, honey," he said softly. "It's gonna be okay."

He held me for a moment, gently rocking me side to side. His body felt so nice against mine. So strong. My dad, my hero. I would never forget last night, the feeling of his heft crushing me into the ground. How he pulsed inside me. His gift, flowing into me...

I pulled away. "Are you trying to get in my pants again?" I asked angrily.

His eyes widened. "N-no, I promise. I was just trying to comfort you, baby."

I glared at him, searching his face for the truth.

I felt reckless. Out of control. I wanted to hold him, to punish him. To be punished. Gutted. Absolved.

"You still want me, though. Don't you?" I said it like I knew it was a fact.

He blinked. "Leo... I don't-"

"Shut up."

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, standing up on my tiptoes to reach his lips.

He pushed me away. "Leo, stop. We can't-"

I kissed him again, forcing his silence with my lips. He resisted for a moment, but weakness won out. He stopped fighting me, groaning as he let my tongue into his mouth. I felt his hands around my waist, sliding under my shirt. His hardness pressed into my stomach, his attraction to me still strong even after a night of lovemaking.

I needed my daddy.

He picked me up, pressing me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around him. Thoughts of Mom were forgotten, washed out to sea by my desire for Dad.

He slid his hand down my shorts into the cleft between my cheeks, his fingers finding my still-sore hole.

I whined as he slipped the tip of his finger inside me, feeling around for my button. Nothing was okay, but nothing mattered. Just him holding me, kissing me, touching me.

"Make love to me, Daddy," I whispered in between kisses. "Make me your boy."

I had just felt the tip of Dad's cock slide into me when a voice rang out through the pavilion.

"Leo? You in here?"

Dad dropped me on the ground lightning-quick, forcing his erection back into his shorts.

I barely had time to yank my own shorts up when Elijah turned around the corner.

He stopped when he saw us. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Wyte. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're fine," I said, awkwardly covering my boner with my forearm. "What's, uh, what's up?"

He shrugged, probably regretting his decision to enter the incest pavilion. "I just thought maybe you'd like to grab lunch."

"Yes," I said, practically before he finished asking. "Definitely."

I took a step toward him when Dad grabbed my arm. "Leo-"

"I'll see you later, yeah?" I said, brushing him off and following Elijah outside.

I didn't look back to see what Dad would do. I was still buzzing with adrenaline, practically skipping alongside Elijah as we walked the path toward the mess hall. I must have looked like a tweaker.

"Fuck, don't you just love this weather?" I said cheerily. "Makes you wanna move out to the mountains like a couple of lesbians."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is everything okay?"

At this rate, I'd give myself away before we made it to lunch. I forced myself to dial it down a notch.

"Yep. Just hungry."

"I figured, since you missed breakfast, and all." He flashed me a cheeky grin. "Not that I was too surprised."

Oh shit.

"The fuck does that mean?" I tried to sound as non-aggressive as possible.

He laughed. "I mean, you sleep till, like, noon. We had to practically drag you out of bed on the mission trip."

Relief flooded me. "God forbid a girl try to get some beauty sleep," I said snarkily.

Lunch was set up on some tables outside the mess hall. We grabbed a couple of plates and started building sandwiches.

"So," he said, grabbing a bottle of mustard. "It seems like you and your Dad buried the hatchet, no?"

"Can we talk about literally anything else?" I said a little too loudly.

I caught sight of his shocked face and let out an awkward laugh. "I just mean... I am so over father-son bonding, you know?"

"Sure," he said with a warm smile. He looked around, then leaned in conspiratorially and said, "Hey, what do you say we get out of here?"

I blinked. "Like, go back to the city?"

He shook his head. "I was thinking we could take our food and do some exploring. There's this little waterfall thing, like a half-mile away. Dad and I found it at last year's retreat. It's a great place to swim."

I saw my father approach the other end of the table and froze. He was about to look up and see me when, out of nowhere, Dicky approached him with a fresh plate, his tits bouncing like he was in Baywatch.

"Let's do it," I said quickly.

He grinned. "Rad."

We took our food and headed off into the forest, leaving the noise and bustle of the camp behind us. I was grateful to be away from everyone else, even if I couldn't truly be alone. But there was something comforting about being around Elijah. He was so normal. It felt like I was getting normal by osmosis.

"It's just up here," he said as the path took a turn. He took a bite of his sandwich and moaned slightly. "God, I love mustard. If I were on a desert island and I could have only one condiment, it'd be yellow mustard for sure."

For some reason, that soothed me.

I jogged up beside him, nudging him teasingly in the shoulder. "Don't you feel bad, ditching your 'super-cool' Dad when you should be bonding?"

Elijah shoved the rest of his sandwich in his knapsack. "He'll be fine. Besides, isn't it kind of fun screwing off? Being bad?"

He grinned in what I supposed was meant to be a mischievous way, but it just came across as goofy.

"Elijah, you wouldn't know being bad if it pegged you over a couch."

He winked at me. "You wouldn't be saying that if you'd stopped by the tent last night."

Now I was the one grinning.

We followed the path for another minute or two before we reached the waterfall. As previously mentioned, I don't usually give a shit about nature, but this was fucking gorgeous. Crystal clear water cascaded from a high ridge into a deep pool of water at the bottom, a small lake of deep blue water that trickled into a small stream down the mountain.

"Holy shit," I said, staring at it with awe.

Elijah pulled his tank top over his head. My eyes immediately locked in on his farmer's tan and pale pink nipples.

"Wanna go for a swim?"

"Ah shit. I knew I forgot something." I sighed. "And I had the perfect Speedo for it, too."

Elijah was already stripping down to his grey boxer briefs.

"I was just gonna go in the buff," he said, rubbing his chest and stretching. "It's not like there's anyone around to see us."

I couldn't help but glance down at his package. I'd caught a glimpse of it the night before in the shower, but hadn't gotten a chance to really study it.

Despite his bravado, he turned away before pulling his underwear down. I had to crane my neck to get a peek at his thick red bush and long, floppy cock.

Fuck. I really love dick.

Quick as a flash, he ran to the edge of the water and launched into a cannonball, yelling,"Geronimo!"

Geronimo. This motherfucker was a real-life Hardy Boy.

I stripped off my clothes, eager to join him.

Elijah waded in the water below, looking up at me with an eager smile on his face. "Come on in, the water's amazing!"

It was my turn to be shy. I turned away as I slipped off my dad's boxers and tossed them on my pile of clothes nearby. I felt a weird tingling sensation throughout my body, like I used to feel when I did something bad, like shoplift at Claire's.

"Ready or not, here I come!" I yelled, now a Hardy Boy myself, apparently.

I jumped in the lake, immediately regretting my boldness when the chilly water engulfed me.

"Fuck, this is so cold!" I yelled as soon as I surfaced. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. "Why did you say it was amazing?"

"Are you kidding?" Elijah said cheerily. "What's better than a cold plunge?"

"I can think of at least a hundred off the top of my head," I grumbled.

He swam over to me, laughing. "Come here."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me closer, rubbing my shoulders. "There, is that better?"

His hands felt warm, even in the frigid water. My muscles started to relax as I adjusted to the temperature. His touch did something else to me, too. I may not be hung, but I was pretty sure he'd notice something poking him in the stomach before long.

"It's the middle of summer-why is the water so fucking cold?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

"We're on a mountain, Leo," he said dryly.

I shoved his chest. "Asshole."

He giggled like a little boy, then did a somersault in the water. Fuck, he was so cute and dumb. We swam there for a moment, both of us treading water in silence. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my face. It was nice being here with him. Feeling like a kid and a man at the same time.

"You know, I was kind of disappointed."

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. "Oh?"

He looked nervous all of a sudden, like he was afraid of what he might say next.

"I kind of thought you might stop by after all. Last night."

I didn't say anything. We kept treading water, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze.

"It's complicated," I said lamely.

He nodded, though I could tell my non-answer wasn't worth shit.

I felt a pang of guilt. There was something so sweet about Elijah, so innocent. Hurting him felt like I'd kicked a Golden Retriever.

"Don't get me wrong," I said quickly. "I do like you. I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he said kindly. "You don't owe me anything, Leo. We're friends."

"I don't even know why you wanna be my friend," I said. "It's not like I have anything to offer anyone."

"Are you always this hard on yourself?" he asked. "I don't mean to like, psychoanalyze you or anything-"

"Please, go ahead," I said dryly. "I could use some help figuring out what the hell is going on in my head."

"I guess what I'm trying to say," he continued, "is that obviously you're going through some stuff. Maybe talking about it will help."

I looked down at the water, crystal-clear and reflecting the sky above us. I felt my whole body vibrating, just like it had right before I'd come out of the closet. Like there was a secret just waiting to burst out of me.

"You know they say, if we knew everything about everyone, all would be forgiven," he said.

I looked up at him. "You don't think some things are just... unforgivable?"

He shook his head. "I don't."

I took a deep breath, then said, "Have you ever made a mistake, but like, a really big one that could destroy your whole family?"

The words came out of me all at once, like I was trying to cast some sort of spell.

He scratched the back of his head. "Uh... no."

I nodded, disappointed. "Right."

He gave me a moment to continue, but I didn't.

After an awkward beat, he said, "Do, uh... do you wanna elaborate, or-?"

"I just feel like I've broken everything." The words were spilling out of me again, the dam finally broken. "I thought for the longest time that I needed something to, like, fix me, or whatever. But I don't think it fixed me. I think it may have broken me, actually."

I laughed wryly. "And now I've dragged my whole family into this, and it's all gone to shit, and I feel like a horrible person, and I think maybe it would be better for everyone if I just died or something."

He swam over to me and grabbed my hand. "Hey... Don't say that."

His face was creased with worry. "Whatever's going on can't be that bad. You've got a family that loves you."

I looked up at his sweet face, those ginger bangs now damp and sticking to his forehead.

"I know your dad," he continued. "And I don't think there's anything you could do that would make him stop loving you. Your mom, either. Now my mom..." He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I'd be out on my ass if she knew what I got up to in Guatemala this year."

"You don't feel bad lying to her?" I said. "Living a double life?"

He shrugged. "It's my life. She doesn't get to tell me how to live it."

"What I wouldn't give to have your life," I said quietly. "To trade your problems for mine."

He didn't say anything, just stared at me sadly.

I swam closer until I felt the heat of his body against mine. "I wish I'd come to your tent last night," I said quietly.

He swallowed, his red lips inches from mine. "Me too."

I put my hands on his chest, smooth and bulky. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing our bodies and cocks against each other. I felt weightless in the water, being held by him. This was the kind of thing I'd fantasized about for years. Being naked with a cute boy and feeling his body against mine.

But my brain wouldn't let me enjoy the moment. It raced from one thought to another. My mother, clueless at home. My father, naked and on top of me. The crushing weight of my family being ripped apart...

Then his lips were on mine, and the images in my head evaporated instantly. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, wrapping my legs around his waist almost subconsciously. He held me by my ass, gently squeezing my flesh as he kissed me. It felt good being touched by him, so pure and innocent. There was no guilt in this kiss. No danger awaited me on the other side. I was just a boy, naked in a pond, kissing another boy.

His broad back felt dense and muscular under my fingers. I could feel his hardness digging into my taint, his desire dripping out of him and onto my skin. He ran his fingertips along my side, giving me goosebumps. His touch stopped at my nipple, which he gently rubbed with his thumb. My sore hole throbbed with the need to be filled, to melt into him and forget everything for once and for all.

If only I hadn't opened my eyes.

I caught a flash of red a ways back, barely noticeable amongst the trees. It took me a second to clock it-Russell, Elijah's father, staring at us from across the way. Then, to my horror, I saw my own father just behind him.