Cucked By My Dad — Chapter 08

Fucked by my dad.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the sound of crickets cascading around the tent like a waterfall.

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

I opened my eyes to see a forest of gray and brown beneath my fingertips. I lay curled up against my father, my cheek resting on his chest. His arm was around me, his thumb gently grazing my skin.

It was dark inside the tent. The only light came from the moon outside. I blinked a few times and breathed in the smell of my father.

Earthy musk. Pine, with a hint of patchouli underneath. 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, like when I was younger and he would try not to wake me as he carried me to bed.

I lifted my head, nodding. “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, rubbing my toes against the inside of the sleeping bag. “'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.

“I hope you don’t feel like you have anything to be ashamed of,” he said, rubbing the soft skin of my upper 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 large in circumference. When he was flaccid, the head sat sheathed behind his foreskin, but now that he was getting hard again, the tip was peeking out like a turtle emerging from its shell.

I put my lips on it, giving the tip a gentle kiss.

“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 my lips with the back of my hand. “Just because I was a virgin before tonight doesn’t mean I was clueless.”

His eyes widened in surprise, like I’d confirmed something he’d suspected but not known for sure.

“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 pulled myself up onto his lap, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. I could feel his cock digging into my ass, searching for the entrance to paradise. “It doesn’t excite you to be the one to take 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, looking like it took every ounce of his willpower not to ram his cock inside me right then and there.

“Of course, I’m excited to be the first man you’ve ever been with. I’m just…”

I frowned. This was seriously killing the mood.

“You’re just what?”

He sighed. “I’m just worried that you don’t know any better. If I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with…”

He looked down, trying to gather his words. Where was he going with this?

“What I’m saying is that you have options. Maybe you should explore a little, see what’s out there before you choose someone like me.”

I sat back, barely able to hide the scowl stretched across my face.

“Is this some kind of game? I thought you wanted to be with me. Now you’re telling 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?”

I turned away, but he grabbed me by the arm and held me tight.

“Wait,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “That’s not what I’m saying, son.”

“I couldn’t have been that bad of a lay,” I said, pouting.

He turned my chin until I was facing him. “You were the best sex of my life,” he said.

I felt my body tingle. I looked away, trying to hold back a smile.

He sighed. “I just don’t want you to limit yourself to me when you haven’t even had a chance to explore things for yourself. You were right—I was too overprotective. 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 three just with you.”

He grinned, and soon we were both laughing. I wanted desperately to touch him again, to feel his arms around me. But I still felt hesitant, even after we’d fucked.

As if sensing my dilemma, he held out his hand. “Come here.”

I took his hand, letting him pull me in for a hug. His body was warm, warmer than I would have thought, given how cool the night was.

“I love being this close to you,” he whispered in my ear.

His touch felt electric, like every hair on my skin was standing up on end.

Our lips met again. He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me back onto his lap. He was so strong, the way he handled me. Like I was weightless. He squeezed my lower back, massaging the skin as we ground against each other. I felt light-headed, dizzy from his kisses. I needed a break to catch my breath. This was all happening so fast that I could barely hang on. But I wanted it, too. It was like a ride I couldn’t get off. 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. “I wish I could be inside you again.”

I held his face, gently brushing my thumbs across his scruff. “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 if it’s too much for me.”

I could see his fatherly instinct at war with his libido, his desire to protect me fighting his need to breed. Thankfully, lust won out, and soon his mouth was on mine again, his kisses even fiercer than before. He grabbed my waist, holding me steady as he thrust 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…”