Capítulo 59: Forbidden: Icarus
Eric watched as his dad kissed the other man, his Step-Dad. He admits it, the man was hot, he can see why his dad fell in love with him, but he can't help the jealousy, it's been two years since they've been married and Eric was at first very against it, his room was the closest to his dad's room, he would always hear them fucking- he didn't know why, but he always felt jealous. Jealous of his dad for being married, Jealous of his Step-Dad who married into his family, and guilty for feeling jealous at all.
But one thing was sure, whenever he heard them fucking, he always gets hard.
He ignored it at first, but then he started fapping to the sound of his dad's moans and step-dad's groans, they were really loud sometimes, forgetting that he was there. Guilt consumed him whenever he finished, he would always end up crying, cursing at himself for being a pervert, and due to this he slowly started to get more and more guilty, not able to look at his dad or step-dad in the eyes anymore, which made slowly back away from them, not interacting as much as he did, not talking, only answering when spoken to directly... He felt really bad. He thought he deserved it, you know? He deserved to be thrown away and be left to die alone while his dad is getting fucked by his step-dad's huge cock- How does he know the size? He can inly guess from the moans amd groans, or the words that leave his father's mouth... He always gets hard just thinking about it.
Now, at the age of 18 and living a miserable life, Eric wants to go away. Leave this house before he goes insane here.
He didn't have many friends, so a birthday party was only him, his dad, and his mom- That was before she committed suicide, Eric considered doing the same to escape his worthless self, but thinking about how bad it would make his dad feel, he was trying to make his dad hate him, forget about him, so when he's gone, his father won't feel bad about it- or better yet, won't learn about it either. His Dad, Antonio Martins was a 38 year old man with short shock of brown hair, a stubble beard, a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that he also has, his height is not great, standing at 5'6 maximum, while his Step-Dad Aron Jason was a 34 year old man, with blond hair, green-blue eyes, no facial hair, and a height standing at 6'4 tall... They were both very hot on their own way, and he knew that very well, he fantasized about them both having their way with him, and he was not against it at all.
As he sat at the table, looking down at the rather big cake for three people, his Dad sings and claps happy birthday to him while his Step-Dad watches, he has this glint in his eyes that makes Eric shiver as look away. At the end of the son his dad enthusiastically sang alone, hw placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing himself to smile at his son and say: "So, son, today's you birthday! You can ask for whatever you want!" Eric always thought about maybe asking for sex from his dad, but he knew he doesn't have the courage to ask for it, he'll never have. "Anything...?" His voice was soft, he just wanted one thing other than to have sex with both his dad and Step-Dad. "Exactly, anything!" His dad's eyes filled with hope, making Eric suck in a breath, he did this to his dad... He should at least give him a happy memory before he moves out and probably kills himself a weel after.
"I... Want to sleep on your bed with you tonight. Like when there were only the two of us..." His voice was not loud, but his dad and step-dad coul hear it clearly, his Step-Dad wanted to say something about it but a look from his dad made him shut up, he just smiled softly to his son and said: "Of course champ, you can sleep with me." Eric internally cringed at his arousal when his dad touched his thigh, he sheepishly nodded and in a hurry, left the table without even getting to eat a piece of cake. He could hear his Step-Dad say something, but he just went to his room, took his blanket and entered his dad's room... It smelled a bit like sex in here, it made his dick hard in an instant, it came from the bed on the left corner of the room, the desk on the opposite side of the room, and on the floor close to the wall that touches his room.
However, his eyes caught the glimpse of the picture of the beautiful Amanda Martins, a tall brunette with long hair, silvery-blue eyes and a peach blossom tattoo on her left arm... He was more like her, he had her smile, he had her lips, he had her guilt, he had her suffering, he had her life. He took it from her. It's his fault that she killed herself.
He was looking at the picture frame, holding it, he didn't know when but he was crying. He heard the door open but he couldn't stop, he felt the arms of his father around his shoulders, he hated himself because he wanted his arms around his waist, he wamted his dad's hands on his hips as he held him and slammed his dick on him, calling him dear, baby boy, sweety, any cute pet name that he could think of. A hand on his shoulder made him turn his head to look at hia step-dad Aron, who just offers him a silent support. He hates himself for wishing this man's hands were around his throat as he chocked him and slammed his dick deep down his ass, or maybe holding his head as he face-fucked him into madness...
He turned away, hiding his thoughts and feelings, he couldn't feel like this. He was disgusting.
"Son, please, talk to me." His dad's desperate voice broke through his mind, he only then noticed he was holding the picture too tight, it was almost shattering the glass of the frame. He placed it back on the table before sitting on the bed, overwhelmed with feelings he couldn't describe, or maybe he should- He wants his dad to hate him so he can kill himself without making his dad feel guilty about his death, and if he's going to kill himself anyway, why not tell? "I... I'm so filthy. Disgusting even..." His voice sounded so broken, when was the last time he spoke like this? Probably after his mom killed herself. "You remember when mom killed herself?" He did not receive an answer, after all, he knee the answer to his question. "Uncle Kevin found her corpse, but i found her first... I found her first, when she was hanging herself- I could've stopped her, I could've- But i was too much of a coward- I ran, i ran- I'm so useless- Why couldn't i just, i don't know? Screamed!?"
He screamed, his voice breaking as the tears kept falling, he knew his dad was silent, he must hate him now. "I- F-forget it, i should go. I'm sorry." He got up, his tears couldn't stop falling, but it would not be the first time he cried himself to sleep. He couldn't look at his dad, it would break him to see the hate, the resentment, the disappointment in his eyes as he learned his son was a coward and couldn't save his wife. If he learned his son was a dirty, disgusting, filthy human with a perverted mind- How much would he hate him? How much would he push him away? He tried to get up, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him, he had his eyes closed but he knew it was his dad... Does he want to slap him? He did much worse to himself already, the scars on his arms already tell that.
"Son-" He tried to say something, but Eric pulled away, he forgot he was wearing a shirt with a weak fabric, so when he pulled, he heard it tear. He held his breath, his dad must be seeing all his scars. He chuckled, self deprecatingly, he opened his eyes but did not dare to look at his dad's or step-dad's face, they must be so disappointed on him and his freak of nature attitude. "If you want to hate me... You can. I already do. It's not like i plan on living long enough to know." He had to use all his strength to say these words that left his lips in barely a whisper, the world around him suddenly spined around and he was in his dad's arms, his dad was crying- "No. My boy, i love you, i could never hate you-"
"No." Eric couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't, he was reaching his blowing point. "You can, once you know how disgusting i am. Did you know that your little son, this-" he grasped his arm, nails sinking deep into his flesh, pain would help him. "Filthy little slut that he is has been having sexual fantasizes about you since he was fucking 10?" He couldn't care anymore, it was magical watching the world burn and fall with you.
Like Icarus he flew too close to the sun, and now he's laughing as he falls, waiting for the cold embrace of the blue sea that shall consume his corpse.
"Since fucking 10! He started to so young, ypu were his first sexual dream, it was about you! How you would touch him, love him, kiss him, and so much more..." He could hear the mad, broken laughter that escaped his lips. "Isn't it disgusting that he felt jealousy every time he heard you two fucking? Isn't disgusting he masturbated to you two fucking? Isn't it disgusting that he fell for his Step-Dad too? Isn't it disgusting that he also started having sexual fantasizes with the both of you!? Isn't it, disgusting!?" He placed his hands on his mouth, he could feel the bile building up, he didn't hear snyone say anything but he could picture the disgust in their faces... He's disgusting. Hia hands were shaking, his heart was beating too fast, he was having a panic attack- Gladly he knew what to do. He breathed calmly, using pain as a way to bring himself back from it.
Then, there was silence.
Dread filled his heart, he just confessed everything. He should go. He's disgusting. He can't stay here.
He triednto get up, but two hands of different sizes held him down, pulling him into a huge hug. He hated that he enjoyed it, he hated that his body enjoyed it, he hated that his filthiness would pass on to them if they keep touching. And he hates even more that he wants them to touch him more, do anything to him. He hated himself.
Sobs echoed through the silence, he was too tired to fight everything, he was too tired to care about anything, he was almost too tired to breathe- So he just gave up. His tired consciousness faded into Elysium as his mind shot back to a quote he read somewhere: [Pain dooms People, Love saves People].
He wanted to be saved.
His eyes snapped open at the wet sensation on his lower body, he probably had another wet dream... His eyes darted down and he saw his dad, sucking on his dick. It was beautiful, those red gorgeous lips open to receive his member, his hot tongue licking the bulbous red head of his penis, the beard rubbing against his legs when he deep-throated him was- Amazing. Eric couldn't help but cry out as he cummed inside his dad's throat, going limp as his dad took his dick out of his mouth and swallowed the cum... He was getting hard just from seeing it.
"Good morning, baby boy." His dad's voice sent a wave of pleasure down his spine, he smiled at his dad, he knew this was a dream- Not his first one, but a beautiful one regardless. "Oh, i don't want to wake up soon... He probably already hates me." Eric sighs as his hand moves and grabs his own dad's erect penis, it was big, thick, throbbing with energh as his thin fingers wrapped around it and he closed his fist on top of the head of the penis, making his dad groan. "W-what do you mean when you said i hate you?" Eric sighed, his lips brushing against his father's neck as he sat down on the bed and licked his dad's neck, he tasted great. "Because you will, i made sure you would, so when i killed myself you wouldn't feel so bad." He felt his dad tense, but it was just a dream anyway, he placed his head on his dad's shoulder amd sucked hard, planning on giving him a hickey.
"I always felt guilty whenever i had dreams like these... Now it feels free, happy, i guess it's sad that he'll hate me, but at least he won't have a pervert with him all the time now." He sighed in relief, his hands continuing to work on his dad's dick, he wanted to be pounded by it so bad- "Baby boy, you're not sleeping."
His step-dad's voice made him look back to see the tall man entering the room with a tray of breakfast, he was also naked, his big 9 or probably 10 inches penis hanging there. He couldn't resist, when the man was close enough, he had a hand around the man's dick, which wasn't enough so he used his second hand- He smiled when he heard his Step-Dad groan in pleasure. "Of course this is a dream, there's no way in hell you would've let me touch you like this, you hate me and you think i hate you. Plus, if this was real, Dad would've slapped me and called me disgusting already. But here i am, touching his dick. It's not the first time i had a dream like this anyway..."
"But baby boy, you're awake, because we're all awake." His father's voice made him look back, soon, dread fell on Eric's stomach. "I'm sorry-" he was going to apologize, but a pair of sinful lips blocked his voice as his Step-Dad Aron kissed him, with tongue and all that- It was his first kiss. He gave into it easily, letting Aron take control of the situation, which led tk Arom push the tray with food to the side and pushing him down on the bed. "Of course this is not a dream, baby boy." Another kiss on his lips and a hand on his erection, he must be hallucinating then. "We just agreed, that you deserve love." The hand holding his penis began to stroke him, Aron was giving him a handjob- "Why?" Was all he could muster for the second, before he kept going: "Why? I'm-"
"No, you're beautiful, my baby boy." His father was behind him, stroking his hair and massaging his scalp, love evidently in his blue eyes, making Eric blush. "Dad?" His voice broke, this must be a dream, there's no wau in hell his dad would do this with him, would let Aron suck him and noe give him a handjob. "Baby boy... After everything you went through, you deserve it. We love you so much-" He didn't let his dad finish, he pulled the man into his lips, kissing him. He felt Aron giving him a handjob and sucking his left nipple while pinching his right one, this brought a surge of pleasure to him that he didn't know could happen, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as his moan was huffled by his father's lips. Aron kept going, and Eric didn't want him to stop, he wanted him to fuck him- That's why he's been practicing fingering himself every day since he was 16, he can wasily get three fingers on his ass, his hands were free so he did just that, inserted two finyat once inside his ass.
"Wow..." He heard Aron chuckle at his eagerness, his hand that was on his right nipple went down to his hole, touching it, feeling it, soo his own finger entered alongside Eric's two fingers. His moans were muffled by his dad's greedy mouth, which sucked his lips with passion. "So easy..." Another two fingers were inserted alongside the already three inside, he had now five fingers and he was nowhere close to full. "Plesh..." His dad didn't let speak because he didn't let him pull away, so he spoke while having his mouth full with another one. "Oh? What you want baby boy?" Aron's teasing tone made Eric blush, he took his two fingers out and using his new free hand, he grabbed his dad's dick, his other hand was holding his dad's hand. One stroke was all that it took, his dad was already moving his hips alongside Eric's hand, thrusting into his hand. "fuck." Eric whispered, his eyes full of lust as he looked at his dad, ready to confess something he always wanted to say: "Daddy... I want daddy."
That seemed to spark something inside the man as he oushed Aron aside and was now stading with his 7 inches cock in hand, he looked into Eric's eyes and said: "Beg baby boy, beg for my cock." Eric blushed, his dad talking like that to him was turning him on so much- "Pleass daddy." He couldn't contain himself, he wanted it. "Fuck me." He didn't need to ask twice, his old man in a swift single motion, was balls deep inside him, it hurts because he'd been never spread like this, but it hurts so good. "Arghn-" his moan was interrupted when he felt a hot slap on his face, he opened his eyes to see Arom with his big cock in hands, slapping it on his face.
He opened his mouth and sucked it, it was important, he wanted to please them, he wanted to be fucked by them so badly he wouldn't be able to walk for a week straight. "That's it baby boy... Like that." His dick throbbed when he felt his dad hit his prostate, his whole body shivered and he knew his dad knew, because he was hit there once again, and again, and again, every single thrusting. His dad was pistoning on him so hard that Eric was in heaven- He loved it. His step-dad's huge cock was pulsing inside his mouth, he tasted the salty taste of the precum as his ass kept getting pounded so good- He felt himself cum without being able to touxh himself, it was overwhelming,bhis vision went white as he felt a hot liquid in both his ass and mouth.
He greedily drank it all, and he still wanted more.
"You're soo good, baby boy." His step-dad praised him, kissing his mouth that still had some cum, it was hot to see him sucking his tongue and kissing him passionately. "Do you want more, baby boy?" He nodded, or tried to nod, but all that left his lips was a weak: "Yeah, please daddies."
Soon, he lost count of how many times they djd it.
But he remembers having two cocks on his mouth, and two cocks on his ass too. Double penetrated by his dad and step-dad, it was a dream to come true.
And if it is... He just hopes he doesn't wake up.
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