Sleazy Stepdad Thirsty Son

It was only now, after running for an hour that the rugged beauty of Charlestown truly revealed itself. It’s spectacle had been lost on me, until now. My head was consumed with a swell of anxiety and I’d pushed myself too hard as a result. I’d just run, blindly, oblivious to the outside world. I slump on a bench and gulp in the sea air in bursts, taking in the gorgeous view. Sweaty and exhausted, I slow my breathing and try to gather my thoughts.

Sleazy Dad Thirsty Son

What did it mean? I tried to shrug it off but couldn’t. A thin vein of anger began to form in me as I realised that I’d have to tell Dad when he got back to the hotel, essentially ruining everything that had happened between us and placing a question mark over our future as anything other than Dad and Son.

Just Dad and Son.That wasn’t enough anymore. It could never be enough again for me again if I was honest with myself. The thought made me shiver. I knew how volatile my Dad could be when he felt backed into a corner, would he blame me? Shun me? How the fuck had someone found out about us?

I need to get back to the hotel.I need a fucking drink.

As I skulk through reception, I look up and freeze, catching the eye of a familiar face.

“Hello Benji. What are the odds!”A big paw of a hand slams onto my shoulder.

“Alright Uncle Dan! I know right! ” I'm trying to disguise my abject horror as best I can.

I really didn’t need this on top of the text. He’d almost certainly mention to my Mum that he’d seen me here. Why wouldn't he?

“You here with Michael?”

Fuck! Do I lie, could I intercept Dad before he sees him? 

Surely Mum would find it odd that her husband and son hadn’t mentioned they were staying in the same hotel in Cornwall when I was supposed to be in Bristol.

Uncle Dan was my Mums Brother in Law and I’d been brought up with his wide boy persona, casual racism and general passive- agressive-dickhead vibe. He and his wife Mel were guaranteed to have some epic row or start a fight at every wedding, christening or funeral that we’d ever attended as a family. They were both Godparents to myself and Jayden as well as our Aunt and Uncle.

“No just me....I’m here for work, no Aunt Mel?”

“No, mate she’s getting something or other nipped or tucked in Turkey. You know its funny Ben, I could’ve sworn I saw your old man earlier”

“I think that...I...”

“Ere we go! Speak his name and he shall appear!” He had seen Dad walk into reception.

My Dad saw us both, clocked my awkwardness and played it cooler than I ever could.

“Dan, you wrongun! What you doing somewhere fancy like this” Their hands hulk-slam together into a handshake.

“You know bruv, wanted a little R and R whilst the missus was away. Your boy was just telling me he was here all on his lonesome and here you are?”

Things were starting to fall, uncomfortably, into place.

“Yeah we just bumped into each other....” Dad knew how stupid it sounded as he said it, a growing concern apparent in his eyes.

“Mate, mate, don’t kid a kidder” He winks at my Dad.

“If I had a son like that looked like him I wouldn’t let ‘im out on his own either.” His tone was lower than before, suggestive of a hidden meaning that wasn’t really that hidden at all anymore. At least not to me.

“Look Dan I’ve got to make a move I’m..”

“I think that..... “ He interrupts, then pauses as if contemplating something impossibly complicated “....if you boys value your little marriages we should all have a nice little beer. What do you say fellas?"

He looked directly at me.

“I’m so very thirsty Benj’. Know what I mean, mate?” He knew I did. Had he followed us here?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I look at Dad. He’s seething, his fists curled into white knuckled balls.

“Dad, Dad it’s OK” I say it as calmly as I can. “Let’s have a beer with Uncle Dan”

This was going to escalate a whole lot faster if Dad started kicking the shit out of him in a hotel lobby.

The hotel's bar was empty with the exception of a couple of elderly couples and a solitary bartender.

“Get to the fucking point, Dan”I hadn’t seen Dad so livid in years.

“OK, OK you see I was on my way round to your gaff a few days ago, I saw your little Dad Son bonding exercise by the gate. So Sweet” He’s smirking at my Dad now, exploiting a newly found authority over him with glee.

“What do you want Dan?” I can see the veins in Dad’s temples, feel his entire body go into defensive mode. He’s going to fucking kill him.I place a calming hand on his shoulder without thinking.

“See! Ahhhh its sweet init. You two being sooo close”

Dad leapt across the table, sending condiment containers flying, grabbing him by his shirt collar and ramming his face into Dan’s:

“I’m gonna FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”

“And I’m gonna tell your missus you’ve been dippin’ it in your own son behind her back” he says it flatly, without emotion.

“Dad let go of him, Dad, c’mon please!”

He did so.

“Now boys I got a proposition” he’s straightening his collar, brushing out imagined crinkles in his designer shirt.

“You see, I’ve always fancied a little go on Benji myself, but didn’t want to offend you mate. But since your having a pop, well....Family share don’t they bruv”

“You absolute fucking cunt. I’m gonna have you for this, Dan”

“I’m gonna ignore that , mate and I’m going to give you boys a tap at eight tonight. I want a bit of fun with Ben and no more gets said.” He rose from the table:

“If I don’t get an answer I go back to London and start singing like a fucking canary doing karaoke.  Afternoon lads”

Before he left he looked directly at my Dad. “I don’t mind sharing, mate. It ain’t got to be just me and him, but either way I’m getting some of that sweet boy-pussy or everyone finds out how close you and Benji really are”

I had to throw my entire weight into physically restraining my Dad as he sauntered away.

When we get upstairs he goes and stands alone outside, as I slump on the bed, dejected and worried. Suddenly he slams his fist into the stone wall of the balcony with a terrifying force.

“Dad! What the actual fuck?” I rush out and take his hand, his knuckles bloody and raw

“Ben I ain’t sharing you with anyone” He scowls at me, malevolently.

“Let’s go get this cleaned up”

I lead him to the bathroom. When inside he snatches his hand away from me, strips and turns the shower on. He just slides to the floor with his bald head in his hands. I didn’t know what to do other than undress and gently sit down next to him.We sit for ten, fifteen minutes under the water, and he turns to me and asks:

“What the fuck do I do, Ben?”

“Let’s do it, Dad” I’m whispering as if it'll stop God from hearing my sin.

“Fuck Ben NO! I’m not letting you anywhere near that piece of shit" He seemed genuinely alarmed that I was considering it as an option. He hadn’t caught up to the fact it was our only real option.

“Dad...Dad listen to me. We set a camera up , do whatever he wants for an hour, make sure we’re recording...then he can’t blackmail us, cause if anybody finds out we take him the fuck down with us. Aunt Mel would take him for everything he has. Dad he’d be ruined”

“I can’t watch him put hands on you son. It would have to be over my dead body”

“Dad...”

“Pack a bag, Ben we're going home to face the music”

“Dad, as long as you’re with me, I can handle this. I promise” I started to tangle my fingers in his, leaning in I taste his breath. The water feels so good.

“Yeah?”

I moved one hand down to his semi errect length and began to gently stroke it with two fingers and whisper into his ear:

“Yeah. I’m yours now. Nothing is changing that. You could watch me get fucked, watch me suck him take turns in me. But I’m yours. It doesn’t matter. Does that make any....”

“Your mine?"He smiles into me, the question was in his eyes too. He rests his head into mine

“Always” I say simply as we start to kiss.

I ignore his twitching boner and he mine. We sit embracing, sharing our mouths and firmly holding hands, fingers entwined until Dad motions for us to get up. He towels me down and I do the same to him. Wordlessly he leaves and returns with the gift box, handing it to me. I look at him, feigning surprise and open it. Inside is a glossy purple jewellery box and two white pairs of Andrew Christian briefs. Both with exposed asses, a thin band of elastic to run around my waist, and a pouch that shows the form of your junk in barely clad, exact detail. I liked that he wanted me to wear them. I pull them on as he appraises me with the sexiest smile. In the jewellery box was a ring, a platinum band. It didn’t look like it was inscribed until I looked into its interior. It simply said: my boy. All in lowercase.

“So noone can see” he whispers, explaining. “So no one knows but us”

I lean into him, resting my balmy hands on his thick chest hair and we kiss again.

“Thank you Daddy” I say and bite his bottom lip seductively. We were both beyond hard. He starts to fondle my dick through my underwear:

“Dad, Dad. Let’s save it for when Dan gets here, we got 20 minutes lets have a drink first”

I felt like a fraud. I wanted it now too. He relented and starts to get up, pulling me with him.

“Let’s do this shit”he sighs.

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Uncle Dan arrives dead on time. He taps on the door like he’s there to refill the fucking mini bar. Quietly and respectfully.

Dan was around 6 ft 2, taller than Dad but around the same age. He was undeniably masculine, classically handsome, a thick dark stubble over his square jaw; I had always wondered what it would be like as a horny teen. I remembered how he would turn up at home tanned, covered in cement dust, his hairy body squeezed into frayed denim cut offs, hairy legs in tattered work boots. I had wanked to the thought of experimenting with him a lot back then. But it was just a childish fantasy, I would gave never guessed that me and Uncle Dan....that Dad and I would....

Turns out dreams really do come trueI thought sarcastically.

He had short jet-black hair and an broad body, heavy set, slightly overweight now but still muscular. A lifetime of scaffolding and hard work had left his furry arms strong and defined, his hands calloused and hard. A tuft of black fur teased through the neck of his shirt.

“Ben, mate. Damn” he growled, looking at my smooth body, clad only in Dads gift.

Dad stood up from the chair behind me, dressed only in Boxers, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, his stiffness proud and clearly visible through his crisp white pants.

"You gonna come in, close the fucking door and have a drink or what, Dan?”

Thankyou Dad. I was terrified his temper was going to get the better of him. This was the only way to fix a horrible situation, direct sexual blackmail and a betrayl of the worst kind........but seeing Uncle Dan drinking me in thirstily, his eyes so intent and knowing Dad was all hard and hairy behind me was making me shiver with a dark, filthy desire that felt so seedy and completely wrong that it had looped, somehow into erotic and charged with heightened desire.

“Hi Uncle Dan”

I surprise myself at how sIuttily and wanton it tumbles out of my mouth. I should hate him but I realise I'm beginning to wonder what his cock tastes like, how it might feel inside me whilst my Daddy watches. Fuck, Ben. I think as if momentarily waking from a dream Who are you now?

Dad hands him a whisky chaser and he sits open legged on our sofa.I covertly double check that my phone camera is still partially hidden by a pile of random underwear on the nightstand.

“You can both start lads, I wanna watch you play for a bit” He gestures towards the bed.

I think Dad and I were in such a fever-dream, such a state of continued, inexplicable lust for one another that there was no awkwardness no hesitation. We’d already taken the plunge into the taboo, the incestuous, the wrongness of it all: Dad had said after the first time we fucked that “we were going to hell anyway” A voyeur, a third party was nothing in contrast to the wrongs we’d already knowingly committed. Additionally the hours we weren’t together felt like weeks; we’d waited more than long enough since the last time we were inside each other today. Too long.

He has me up against the headboard, his slick length teasing my ass, through his dampened boxer shorts. He’s kissing me from behind, chewing my earlobe.

“Fuuuccck!” I hear Dan murmur from the sofa behind us.

“Mmm Dad”

“Ohhh Ben mmm”

He grabs me, literally throws me on my back and spread-eagles me, a hand on each inner thigh. My new pants allowed him direct access to my ass. He bends down and I guide his sweaty dome into me. His tongue is on fire.

“Ahh ahhhhhhh da...da...dad OH, DAD!...mmmmmm”

Over my own rapture, I hear impatient footsteps and look over dad’s head to see Uncle Dan, stripped to a vest and satin boxers, the outline of his hard cock visable now. He’s bending down next to my Dad.

“Can I taste him, mate?” 

Dad pauses as if thinking. He then gently grabs the back of Dan’s head and guides it into my ass slowly.

Uncle Dan’s tongue knew what it was doing. This definitely wasn’t his first rodeo with another man. Sensitive, softer and more sensual than Dad, he gently spreads my legs further apart as he eats deeper, still maintaining a gentle playfulness that feels sooo good. After a couple of minutes of trying not to moan, I cant help myself:

“Ughh mmm Uncle Dan. Yeaahhh” His tongue goes deeper. Feels like bliss defined.

“Mmmmmm bbbo...bo.. both of you, Dad, you too awww mmmm”

Dads tongue instinctively slides over Dan’s and into my hole, they’re tounging each other and eating me simultaneously:

“yeah aww awwwww fuck”

I’m stroking the back of each of their heads as they busy themselves, I'm moaning in complete pleasure as they go deeper and deeper inside me. Eventually we stop and I sit up a little, legs still wide apart. Dan rises, pulls off his shirt revealing a muscular chest, big pert nipples and a beer-belly. His arms, chest and legs coated in thick black, shiny fur. Poorly drawn tattoos cover his arms, back and upper torso. He wiggles from his shorts, his thicc hard cock buoyant bouncing from within, uncut, veins throbbing. He’s smaller than Dad but still impressive. I hated myself for wanting it so violently.

“I want to fuck Ben” Dan says breathlessly, looking at my Dad.

“Me first!” Dad says, grinning. Is he into this?

He’s already naked, face-to-face onto me, pinning me to the bed all with crazy-close, locked eye contact, his hairy body slithering over my own.  I clutch his thick chain with my sweaty hand. We’re tounging as he teases my hole with his juices, his tip. Im again locking his body into mine with my legs. He’s growling “baby” secretly into my mouth, too quiet for anybody else but us to hear, between his sloppy Daddy kisses. Uncle Dan’s on the bed now, his knees over my head, he lowers and sinks his cock into my hungry mouth, foreskin retracting as it slides down.

“Mmmmmmmmmwm” 

We all develop this synchronicity, this shared sense of movement and pleasure, all three of us embedded, so deeply in the other. Dads amazing fucking, so slow and purposeful, matched my deep, long gurgles of Uncle Dan’s thick cock which, in turn, educated the way he grinded it into my mouth, sleazily, rhythmically.

His wetness dribbling over my cheeks from my over-loaded mouth. I’d never had more than one man. It felt fucking amazing and Uncle Dan’s cock was beyond delicious.

“Tag me in, mate” Dan pleads into my Dads eyes .

He withdraws from my throat and let’s his cock rest on my lips. I can’t resist licking and kissing the fluids trickling from his helmet as does so, his nuts resting on my face. His wet, sweaty hands are running over my smooth chest, toying with my nipples. Dad slows to a stop inside of me. Watching us both intently from between my splayed legs.

“I want you in my mouth Dad” I say reassuringly. Neither of us wanted to stop. This wasn’t about just us though.

They swap positions. Uncle Dan’s cock flopping around at my ass as he mopped sweat from his brow with his vest. Fuck! Dads cock tasted even more sublime than Dan's. I’d had it that day already, but it was EVERYTHING. It’s familiar taste a part of me now as he kneels next to me on the bed, pushing it into my grateful mouth. In and out. In and out.

Uncle Dan Slides two, lubed fingers into me. I arch my back in ecstasy, with Dad smearing his fluids over my face with his cock, between these long, deep plunges into my throat. It’s almost too much. I’m losing too much control. I’m ashamed of how much I moan, when Dan removes his fingers and slides his cock into me. He literally starts to drill me immediately. Dad rests a hand on his arm:

“Easy Dan, easy with him. Gentle”

He slows to a less urgent pace, exquisitely rotating in me between his angry thrusts. Dad withdraws from my mouth and lies next to me to kiss, eating my moans, teasing my nipples as Uncle Dan can’t help but escalate to harder and increasingly aggressive pounds. Dad reaches, goes to stop him again:

“It’s OK, Dad I really like it” My whole body was writhing into him, rising and falling into his balance to meet his cock, venturing into me deeper and deeper as I kissed my Dad. Every time I fall further onto him his big bush of black pubes teases my asshole.

“Ahhhhhmmmmmmmmm”

“Can you take both of us son?” Dad asks into my panting, open mouth ‘I need it’. I can tell he’s jealous and I fucking love it.

I muttered something in agreement as Dad leaves my mouth. The enormity of what he had just asked, lost on me. Aww this felt like a fantasy made real; a waking dream every inch of me lost in this sick,dirty, exploitative mess, loving every fucking second as I start play with my own nipples in unashamed abandon, writhing my butt seductively as Dan’s Uncle-cock delves further into me, I reassure him, communicate that I want more with my body; want it harder, dirtier.

I see Dad pick up the bottle of clear plastic lube from the night stand. He jumps onto the bed, kneels and awkwardly slides in front of Uncle Dan, squatting over his dick entering me, and withdrawing from me. It’s slower now and squelching in and out of me in a gooey mess. The cool lube Dad dribbled onto us hit Dan’s cock, slicking it even more, allowing his thickness even deeper. I feel it trickle down my thighs, over my nuts. Dan stops for a second to accommodate Dad fingering a large blob of it into my ass. I feel Dad’ fingers glide over Dan’s inserted dick as he does so. I moan at the mere thought of it.

Dad lowers himself. I feel his hairy balls against my own before he starts to lower his cock deep inside me and onto, on- top- of the slick, slithery rigidity of my uncle's length. The moment their cocks collide and both lock inside me, they both push deep in unison. Dan supports my Dads hairy body with a single hand on his hip as he pulls in and out of me. Dad’s hands use my body for balance. Both men, slowly, probe deeper inside before eventually gaining speed together, dual fucking me like a pair of feral animals. Like primal beasts. 

It hurts. A lot. But the fucking ecstasy of it was electric, my body shuddered in waves of pleasure so deep, so pure that I could barely gasp for air. I forgot where each one of us started and ended as we communicated in these deep, masculine moans.

My Uncle’s free hand slides over Dad’s glistening body and onto me, grabbing my balls through my pants and unleashing my throbbing dick from it’s pouch. He starts to wank me violently as he and dads cocks jolt in and out of me, Dad kneeling, Dan standing reaching for my errection, crudely tossing me off. I feel the bed buckle underneath us, their compressed cocks filling every single inch of me, us all colliding into each other, all three of us wanting more and more:

“Awww mmmmmmmm Daddy, Dan”

“Yeahhhhh. You like that don’t you? Both our cocks in you Benji” Dan purrs. He’s exhausted, but still so fucking hard in me, so far inside, same as Dad.

“Fuuuck, Ben mmmmm, son mmmm” Dad pushed even deeper into me. I wondered if they were competing.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm ohhhh Dad ohhh Da..Dan Oohhhhhh ohhhh”

Eventually its too much to contain. Dan pulls out first, then Dad. I’m hyperventilating, intoxicated by a white-hot lust. As they stand up, big hairy arms supporting each others exhausted bodies, I drop to my knees, smoosh their dripping cocks together and start to suck and tongue like some cheap slut on heat.

I start wanking myself, I’ve barely touched it and I begin to shoot the heaviest load I’ve ever had, it splatters their feet and seeps into their thick leg hair, all with both of their sizable cocks in my mouth.

Dan cums first, howling my name and pumping his load onto my face. After his final thick offering squirts, he begins to slide his meat over my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, smearing me in his own thick, white goo. He’s emitting these sexy little groans of pleasure, of completion.

Seconds later Dad pumps straight into my throat, nearly choking me with his thick, sweet cum, bubbling over my mouth onto the floor, whilst I gratefully swallow what I can as his final thick burst spasms from his enormous, slicked dick.

"Taaaaake it boy.  YEAH!"

The shame and sleaziness immediately hit me. It was like a wave.

“Lads that was..” Dan starts, chuckling

“Get out, Dan. Now! I see you near my kid again and you’re landfill”

“Chill out mate, listen...”

“I aint your fucking mate. You got what you blackmailed us into. We recorded it. So get the fuck out before I throw you off of that fucking balcony”

Dan sensibly began to dress hurriedly as Dad pulled a on robe, throwing me one to wear.

Dan headed to the door and earnestly looked at Dad:

“Mate, there’s something you should know...”

“Fuck off NOW, Dan” Dad's tone was getting dangerous.

“I thought you’d say that so, so I wrote it in a letter earlier” He looked at the floor. “It’s the least I could do after what I’ve done to you and Ben, I just..”

“GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!!!!!!”

Dads roar made me jump as much as it did when I was a naughty kid. I was just glad to find it wasn’t targeted at me. He grabs Dan’s collar and literally throws him into the hallway, slamming the door hard behind him.

Silence.

Then Dad tells me that Dan's as good as dead and buried as aoon as we get back to London.

I pad over to him and begin to massage his shoulders.

“He’s gone, it’s done.” I say into his neck. His body is stiff, rigid, with anger. " It's over, let it go"

He remains tense distant.

“Let’s get cleaned up and forget about him, Dad. Just us now like we wanted”

“Yeah?” he softens into me, only a little but enough.

“Yeah” I kiss him on the forehead.

Dads robe dropped to the floor as he walked into the bathroom, his ass bouncing behind him as he goes. I hear the reassuring hiss of steam and sigh deeply. I feel really dirty. Not good dirty. A flash of thoughts of my family, my brother, my husband. I just fucked my Dad and my Uncle and loved it, justified it as something I needed to do, Devoured them like some mindless crack hoe. The worst thing was that I knew my guilt would eventually be eroded by my own sick desire for my Dad, I was about to go shower with him for Christ’s sake. The only reason I’d considered our threesome was to keep what we have, this filthy forbidden secret. I wondered, worried how far I’d be prepared to go to protect it, to protect us.

I grab my phone from the dressing table and move the video file of me, Dad and Uncle Dan to a secure folder.

Dads phone vibrates on the floor: it was my Mum. I let it ring for a second and pick it up from the carpet, clicking ignore and smiling.

“He’s mine until tomorrow afternoon. Fuck off” I mutter under my breath, throwing the phone back to the floor.

As I do so, I notice the letter my Uncle had tried to give my Dad, crumpled on the floor, under a dressing table. I jam it into a pouch in my holdall. Maybe, when he’s calmer, Dad might want to see what he had to say. I doubted it but you never know, I guess. I then wonder if I should just look at it now; No more surprises. I’m about to pull it back out when Dad calls my name from the bathroom. His phone vibrates again. Mum. Jesus get the fucking message, bitch.

“I’m coming Dad” I yell back, clicking ignore yet again as I go to join him, my gown falling to the floor.