Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 17:58:17 +0000
From: Danny Dickson <wankyodickdaily@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secrets We Keep: Cabin of Dark Desire - Chapter 4
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story is about a teenage boy and other males. If this kind of scenario
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Chapter 4 Cabin of Dark Desire
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrate. I had another text from the
number again.
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+447810007432: 08:47 01/05/2013
Does your daddy know what a little fag ass you are?
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Whoever this 'Jacko' was, he was starting to get me panicked. Did he know
something? What if he'd seen Mr McGee and I in the changing rooms?
"C'mon Danny. Time to get up!" Dad's voice bellowed from downstairs. Within
the hour I'd dressed, eaten and were on the road travelling to the
forest. Dad was quite for pretty much most of the journey. I felt tense,
waiting to see if he'd say something about his underwear being in my room,
but nothing. I tried to forget about it all, the underwear and the
messages. I guess I needed this break away.
When will parked up at the cabin in was pleasantly surprised. It was big,
comfortable, warm, and even had it's own outdoor jacuzzi. Dad left me to
unpack while he went to the nearest store to get us snack and drinks. As I
was unpacking our things I came across Dad's iPad. Being the nosey lad I
was, I couldn't resist taking a peek at his camera roll. I was glad I
had. Photo after photo of Daddy masturbating, pleasingly, his big, hung
uncut cock. I'm talking big. He didn't have the girth that Mr McGee had,
but the length was enormous. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, I
unbuttoned my jeans and started tugging at my cock. My heart was thumping
away in my chest as I swiped my way through his library of dick. "What's
this?!" Dad's voice came from behind. I turned to see Dad stood in the
doorway to the room with his arms crossed. I couldn't move. My hand was
still around my dick. A glob of precum formed at my piss slit, and then
dropped down on Dad's iPad. "Well come on then. Answer me!" he shouted.
"Dad, I-" I started, but dad immediately interrupted. "You've got a lot of
explaining to do. I know what's been going on." I finally pulled my hand
of my dick and tucked it back into my briefs. Dad picked up the iPad and
wiped my precum off onto the bed. He glanced at all the photos on the
screen, and then looked back at me. "You like all this do you?" "No", I
lied. "You looked like you were having a pretty good time to me." Dad
locked the screen, then went and closed the bedroom door. "I saw your
teacher on your phone, with his penis out." "Somebody sent it to me." My
face burned up. I didn't know where to look. "Don't lie. I found my boxers
in your bed." Dad's face grew angrier and angrier. Redder and redder.
"They were covered in sperm!" He yelled in my face. "I don't know!" What
could I say? "I didn't know they were yours." "Yes you did. You know. Now
I know. Little pervert. Are you? Are you?" "No Dad. I promise," I
begged. Dad plonked himself down on the bed. "I think you are. I think
you're a little pervert that's having sex with old men." Dad grabbed me by
my arms and bent me over his knee. "Dad, no!" I pleaded. "You need to be
punished." He grabbed my jeans and underwear and pulled them down revealing
my smooth bubble butt. "Dad, I'm sorry. I promise." "Shut it!" Dad's hand
landed firmly on my ass cheeks as he began to smack my ass. I started to
cry as he slapped and slapped. I begged for him to stop, but then things
took a bizarre turn. Dad jumped up and took off his belt. I rolled onto the
bed, clutching my sore ass cheeks. He unzipped his jeans and let them drop
to his ankles, then pulled his dick from his boxers and climbed on top of
me. "Dad, what are you doing?" I felt him run two fingers over my
butthole. He was to heavy for me to move. What the fuck was going on? I
yelled as Dad entered my virgin hole with his two fingers. He gave them a
few deep thrusts then pulled them out, spat down on his dick, and then
penetrated me. I had never felt pain like it. He was so heavy on top that I
couldn't struggle, I just had to take it. My mind was racing with so many
thoughts. Shock, pain, confusion, but at the same time, delight. I had
smelt his dick on his boxer shorts so many times and now, finally, I was
getting what I'd always fantasised about. I lifted my head up, but Dad
placed his hand on the back of it and pushed my face back into the
duvet. He started to pick up pace as my tight, little ring felt the benefit
of the precum from his penis, and started to loosen around his shaft. He
held his hand on the back of my head as he continued his silent, but
forceful assault on my hole. Then I felt it. His shaft expanded further and
a warm sensation filled my butt. I flinched as he quickly withdrew from me
and got off the bed. I heard him pick up his belt and tidy himself up as I
laid face down with my bare ass presented to him. "Clean yourself up," he
calmly, but firmly ordered. He left the room. I laid for a few minutes,
still in the same position. I was out of breath. My mind was numb. I had
always wanted Daddy's dick. Since I was a young kid I had always wanted to
see it, but I didn't think it would happen like that. Eventually I calmed
down enough to move. I sat with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed,
jeans still down, as my butthole throbbed. I was kind of horny from it all,
so I grabbed my little prick and quickly jerked it off, shooting my fresh
seed out onto the wood floor. When I finished, I cleaned up and headed to
find Dad.
I thought about the text I had received earlier. I had wanted to reply
'Daddy definitely knows now', but I still needed to find out who this
'Jacko' guy was.
Dad and I ate dinner in silence. In fact, he didn't even make eye contact
with me. It was probably one of the most awkward dinners I'd ever had. What
was he thinking, I wondered? I couldn't figure out whether what had
happened earlier happened because he liked it or because he thought it
would hurt me and punish me. Either way, I couldn't stop thinking about it
and wanted it to happen again. Evening had passed and I was setting up my
bed in the living room of the cabin. Dad had the bedroom to himself. I
flicked the lights off and covered myself over with the duvet. I checked my
phone. I had another message:
--- --- +447810007432: 22:23 01/05/2013
Hiding now are u fag? Gonna get u
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So I replied:
--- --- +447742232459: 22:36 01/05/2013
Dad knows. Not scared of u. Get dead!
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Who knows what time it was. It was still dark and I should have still been
sleeping, but that wasn't going to happen, not if my bladder could help
it. I woke quickly with an urge to piss. I crept through the living room
towards the bathroom. As I approached my Dad's bedroom door on the way, I
could see light piercing through a slight gap. The door was ajar so I snuck
up to it and peered through. There he was in all his naked glory. I'd
barely seen him during our earlier 'experience', but here I had him under a
bright light, fully erect, handling his wand. He was sexy. Just what I'd
imagine. Slightly overweight, but in the right places. Stocky, I guess
you'd say. He had hair from his dick up to his neck and it was thick, lush,
and dark. I watched, perved even, as he sat on a chair pulling at his long
cock whilst he watched something on his iPad. He placed the iPad down
between his fat thighs, and then took both hands to his shaft and started
violently jerking it off. I didn't know it at the time, but he was a good
10 inches of dick. The top of his cock flicked back and forth as his hands
moved up and down the main part of his shaft. His head tilted down, face
glued to the screen, open mouthed. I was sure he could have sucked that
cock. Something cracked in the hallway, maybe the pipes or something, but
this drew Dad's attention to the door. Shit! I scurried off to the bathroom
as Dad stepped up and headed to the door. As I hid, I realised if he found
me he'd see my tenting shorts so I desperately tried to think of different
things so my boner would go down. I waited for a few minutes, but didn't
hear a thing. He must've still been in his room, I thought, so I crept out
into the hall. Thankfully, his door was still ajar and I arrived back just
in time to watch the fireworks. Jets of watery, piss like spunk shot out
all over his chest, drenching his body and covering his cock. There was so
much of it. It was seriously just like sticky, white piss. He sat in it for
a minute, then got up and started for the door so I tiptoed back to the
living room. When I heard him go in to the bathroom and close the door, I
decided I needed to get a taste of anything that might have splashed around
him. I snuck into his room and eyed all around the chair. The iPad was
still on. I pressed play so I could see what kind of movie dad jerked his
gherkin to. I expected some slutty housewife getting banged, but I was
shocked. It was me.
Chapter 4 End
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