Cucked By My Dad Ch. 01

Hey all! I’m back after a long absence with this anthology series. Each chapter is a different guy who falls victim to our protagonist’s dad’s charms. Will he ever lose his virginity? We’ll find out!

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My name is Leo, and I’m an 18-year-old virgin.

Ugh, it feels gross just to admit that. I know what you’re thinking–plenty of people don’t lose their virginities until their late teens or early twenties. What’s the issue? But you don’t understand! I want to lose my virginity more than anything, but every time I get close to a guy, my dad swoops in and ruins everything.

It’s not that I think my dad is a bad guy or anything. He’s always been a good dad: kind, caring, not afraid to show emotion or be vulnerable. He was nothing but supportive when I came out of the closet a few years ago, and in our small town, that’s not something to take for granted. He’s a great husband to my mom, too. They seem so happy sometimes it honestly makes me feel a little queasy inside. But for whatever reason, he is the world’s number one cockblock.

It doesn’t help that he’s objectively fucking hot. I mean, I’m not into him, obviously–he’s my dad, for Christ’s sake! Talk about yuck. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see why other guys would be all over him. It’s not like he’s got a six-pack or anything, but he’s beefy and muscular from years of working construction. I guess he’s like a bear, kind of, since he’s pretty hairy and he’s got a crew cut and that thick mustache. It’s really furry.

I’m nothing like that, sadly. I’ve always been short, and I’m about as pale and smooth as a porcelain doll. But I like to think I’m hot in my own right! I get a lot of compliments on my curly brown hair and I’ve always had a perky ass. When we’re at the beach, guys are always doing a double-take to see me in my little swim trunks. Of course, then they see my dad, and they forget all about me…

Anyway, enough about him. This is about my boyfriend, Kevin. He’s so dreamy! Kevin is my first-ever boyfriend, and the story of how we got together is actually really fucking cute.

We’re both seniors and until recently, I never thought I could score a hunk like him. He’s an actor, and a really fucking good one. I watched him perform in Grease for all ten runs. He was such a good Danny Zuko. He’s got that dark-haired, brooding look to him, and his scruff is so fucking sexy. I actually auditioned just to be close to him, but I didn’t make the cut (that’s neither here nor there).

That didn’t stop my crush, though. He was straight, as far as I knew, but I can be persistent when I want to be so I didn’t think that would be an issue. I stayed late after his final performance even though he’d never so much as said a word to me before. But when he came out from backstage, his hair still greased back, there I was in my tightest pair of shorts clutching a bouquet of daisies.

“Omigosh, you were so amazing!” I said, racing over to him before any of the other fangirls had a chance to swoop in.

He did that sexy head nod thing that guys do and took the flowers from me. “Thanks.”

“I hope you’re going to keep acting after high school,” I said, touching his wrist. “You’re so talented.”

He gave me a humble smile. “Nah, I’m going to be a mechanic like my dad.”

I gasped. “No! What a loss.”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I know. I auditioned for NYU, but… I didn’t get in.”

I shook my head ruefully. “They don’t know what they’re missing. But seriously, don’t give up. We need more actors like you.”

He laughed a little and scratched the back of his head. “You really think so?”

One of the other actors, a tall, bro-y guy named Jason, clapped him on the shoulder. “Yo, you riding with me?”

“Yeah man,” said Kevin. He looked at me for a moment, then tilted his head. “Hey… we’re having a little cast party after this. You wanna come?”

My heart skipped a beat. My all-time crush was not only talking to me, but inviting me to a party. Fuck yes!

“Sure,” I said nonchalantly.

“Rad,” said Kevin.

That was how I ended up in the backseat of Jason’s mom’s Honda Accord, headed to a party with the future love of my life. Kevin and Jason sat in the front, chatting about the play and who was gonna bring beer to the party. I just sat in the back, reveling in my good luck and workshopping my plan to get in Kevin’s pants by the end of the night.

The party was at some girl’s parents’ house out in the sticks. It was already in full swing when we arrived. I could hear loud bass music thumping from inside the house before I even got out of the car. The second I walked through the door, Kevin and Jason headed straight for the beer keg, leaving me all alone.

No matter. I knew how to socialize just fine, and besides, I didn’t want to come on too strong with Kevin. Better to work the room a little and then make my move once I had the lay of the land. I filled a cup full of cranberry juice and vodka and sipped at it, scanning the beşiktaş escort bayan room of actors. I spotted the guy who played Kenickie chugging a beer in the center of the room, the foam spilling all over his tanned, shirtless torso. Rizzo was in the corner gossiping with Sandy, and they were both shooting looks at Kenickie as he burped loudly and crushed the can against his forehead.

A girl stood up on the coffee table and turned the music down on her phone. I recognized her as the girl who played Principal McGee, although I think her name was Rachel or something.

“Okay guys,” said Rachel (?) with a slight slur in her voice. “Who wants to play Spin the Bottlleeee?”

Cheers sprang out across the room. We all gathered in a circle as Rachel (actually, now I’m thinking it was Rebecca) grabbed an empty bottle of André and placed it in the middle. For a brief moment, my heart stopped as I realized that Kevin was nowhere to be seen. But he soon emerged from the back hallway, zipping his pants.

“Sorry, I had to piss!” he said as he took a seat across the circle from me.

I blushed. God, to be a fly on the wall in that bathroom.

The game started out simply enough–Principal McGee kissed Roger, Rizzo kissed one of the stagehands, and Sandy sucked face with Kenickie (to Rizzo’s chagrin). One of the tech girls spun the bottle and landed on the girl who did costumes, which got a lot of whoops and hollers as they swapped spit for a few seconds. Then it was Kevin’s turn, and my heart was beating out of my fucking chest.

“Come on bro!” said Jason as Kevin grabbed the bottle and spun.

It felt like the world stopped for a moment, the sound dropping away until all that was left was Kevin, the bottle, and me. I watched it like a hawk, praying to God or Satan or whoever had the power to stop that bottle right on me. It started to slow, and for one sickening moment I thought it might land on the disgusting little gremlin next to me, but then it stopped pointing straight. At. Me.

“Thank you God/Satan/whoever,” I prayed silently.

I could see the redness on Kevin’s cheeks from across the room.

For a moment nobody moved, and then Jason shook his head. “Nah, you gotta reroll.”

I could have strangled him. “Says who?” I asked, a little too loud.

Jason laughed uncomfortably. “Come on. That’s not fair. You can’t ask a guy like Kev to suck face with another dude.”

“Those two did it,” I said, pointing at the (temporary) lesbians who’d spun the bottle before me.

“Yeah, but that’s different,” Kenickie chimed in. “They’re like… hot.”

My face was burning. This was my moment, dammit! And yet it seemed like the room was turning against me. For a second, I thought all was lost. But then Kevin got to his knees and started crawling over to me.

“Dude, what are you doing?” asked Jason.

I could feel my heart thumping as he edged his way closer to me. Suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, and everyone else in the room ceased to exist.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice low and wavering.

I nodded. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. The scratch of his unshaven face brushed against my skin as he crushed his lips against mine. He tasted like bitter hops from the beer, but it turned sweet in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment and trying to ignore the sounds of laughter and jeering that came from all around us. Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at me like a nervous little puppy dog.

“Gross,” said Jason.

I glowered at him, but Kevin was already on his feet and walking away. He didn’t go back to his spot in the circle, though–he headed for the beer keg in the kitchen instead. I waited for the attention to shift to the next couple, then slipped out of the circle and joined Kevin in the kitchen.

I leaned up against the bar in what I hoped was a casual manner. “Hey,” I said.

He gave me a nod but kept his eyes on the beer keg as he filled his cup. “Hey,” he said gruffly.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I know that was… kind of a lot.”

He drained his beer, then crushed the cup and threw it in the trash. “You wanna go somewhere and talk?”

Fuck yeah, I did. “Sure,” I said breezily.

I followed him up to one of the second-floor bedrooms. From the look of the decorations, it seemed to be a little girl’s bedroom. Kevin sat down on the pink princess bed and buried his head in his hands. On the nightstand sat a framed photo of a chubby little redheaded girl in a ballerina costume, grinning at me. I turned her flat on the table–she didn’t need to see this.

We sat there in silence for a moment until finally, Kevin looked up at me. His eyes were red.

“There’s something you should know,” he said cryptically.

I instantly popped a hardon. I crossed my legs and nodded, a beacon of sympathy. “I’m here for whatever you need to tell me.”

He took a deep breath, his lip quivering. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. Would we do it istanbul escort here, in the bed? In Jason’s mom’s Honda Accord?

Before I could settle on a place, he looked away again, shaking his head.

I stifled a sigh of impatience. I’d waited 18 years to get fucked up the ass–surely I could wait a few more seconds for him to work through whatever macho bullshit was clearly going on in his sweet, sexy brain.

Suddenly he was looking at me again, and he said in a voice barely above a whisper, “I think I might be bi.”

The words landed like winning lottery numbers. I wanted to cheer and scream and grab his cock through his pants. Instead, I smiled and took his hand. “Thank you for telling me,” I said.

“I’ve never told anyone,” he said, his lip trembling. “But you’re so sweet, and you brought me those flowers…”

Bingo. I knew those daisies would be a one-way ticket to Pound Town. Best $12.46 I ever spent.

“…I just feel like I can trust you.” He was doing those puppy dog eyes again. I needed him inside me.

“Of course, you can,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He hugged me, burying his face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in his scent. He smelled so good, like Axe body spray and hair gel and a little bit of BO. My kind of guy.

We stayed like that for a moment–his face in my chest, me surreptitiously smelling his hair–but when he looked up at me, I knew immediately we both wanted the same thing. We kissed again, this time with mouths open and tongues wandering wherever they damn well pleased. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. He grabbed my waist and lowered me onto the bed, sliding on top of me. He rubbed his cock against mine, making both of us hard as our tongues battled.

I couldn’t believe it–this was really happening! Finally, after 18 years of pining and furiously masturbating to Calvin Klein ads, tonight would be the night I would lose my virginity. Stupidly, I hadn’t thought to bring any condoms or lube, but I figured Kevin was trustworthy enough and we could just use spit. But when I went to unzip his pants, he pulled away.

“Wait,” he said, sitting back up.

“What is it?” I asked, not caring what it was and wanting to return to pulling his cock out of his pants.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he said.

I wanted to scream. Instead, I just said, “Oh.”

“I mean, you’re amazing. And it’s not like I’ve never fucked a girl or anything. I just think… I need a little more time before I’m ready for all that… with a guy.”

I nodded graciously. “I understand,” I lied.

Sure, it wasn’t the night of my dreams. But it was leaps and bounds more than anything I had done before, and I was certain with time, I could work on him. We made out a little bit more that night (no more hand stuff, sadly) but soon someone was knocking on the door and Kevin kind of freaked out so we had to stop.

Since then, I’ve been texting him every day, and he’s really the sweetest. We agreed to take things slow, what with him not being out and all, but I’m hoping I can convince him to at least let me blow him a little and then maybe it will feel so good he’ll give in and put it in my butt? A boy can dream.

So that brings me back to my father. He saw my texts with Kevin and found out I had a boyfriend and got all overprotective, so he made me invite Kevin over for dinner so he could meet him and, I don’t know, do that whole “What are your intentions with my son?” thing. I just wanted to get the whole thing over with so we could go back to Kevin’s place and maybe do a little bit of heavy petting.

Kevin was kind of intimidated by the whole thing, but he was a good sport and agreed to come over as long as I didn’t tell anyone from school.

The night of the dinner he showed up right at six, a bottle of sparkling cider in one hand and a single rose in the other.

“Oh my God,” I said when I opened the door. “You’re so sweet!”

He grinned. “I thought you’d like it.” He handed me the flower and kissed me on the cheek.

From behind me came the sound of my father clearing his throat.

“So, you’re the young man who’s dating my son,” he said in that loud, booming voice of his.

I turned to see him eyeing Kevin with a stern look on his face, the same one he used when he was disciplining me. I knew him enough to know he was more bark than bite, but Kevin’s face went pale.

“Y-yes sir.” He handed my father the bottle of sparkling cider. “This is for you and your wife.”

My dad eyed the bottle, then nodded approvingly. “I like a boy who knows his manners. I’m Jud.”

He shook Kevin’s hand and gave him a warm smile.

Kevin smiled bashfully. “Kevin,” he said, his voice cracking.

My dad kept Kevin’s hand firmly in his and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on in, son.”

I followed them into the living room, silently cheering at how well things were going. By this rate, I’d be deflowered by dessert.

“I gotta check escort bayan rus on dinner,” my dad said as he finally let go of Kevin’s hand. “You boys get comfortable.”

The second he left, I wrapped my arms around Kevin and squealed. “Babe, this is going so well! The flowers and the cider were so sweet. I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.”

Kevin ignored me, still staring after my dad as he busied himself in the kitchen. It took me shaking his arm to snap him out of it.

“What’s that? Oh, yeah, totally.”

I frowned. “Are you alright? You’re acting kind of weird.”

He shook his head. “I’m fine. I just want your dad to like me, that’s all.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close to me. “I was thinking maybe after this we could go for a drive in your car. Maybe hit up that spot by the lake?”

The lake was notorious for being the go-to spot for horny teenagers. I’d always wanted to be one of those horny teens getting hot and steamy in the backseat. I figured it’d be the perfect place for a little after-dinner anal.

He just nodded absentmindedly. “Sure, sure.”

Dad came back a minute later wearing a small apron that said “Kiss the Cook,” a tray of small Swedish meatballs in his hand.

He presented the tray to Kevin. “A little appetizer for you boys.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kevin took one, his eyes lingering on my dad’s.

“Oh hell yeah!” I grabbed two of them and shoved one in my mouth right away. “Ugh, Dad, you make the best meatballs.”

My dad winked at Kevin. “Go ahead, try one.”

Kevin slipped the meatball into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it as it disappeared inside him. When he pulled the toothpick out, it was clean. “Mmm,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering.

“Now that’s a compliment,” my dad said, grinning.

I grabbed another meatball and bit into it. “Hey, where’s mom? I thought she was supposed to be back from her conference by now.”

“She’s stuck in that traffic on I-95,” said dad, his eyes trained on Kevin. “Bumper-to-bumper traffic. Don’t think she’ll be able to make it in time for dinner, unfortunately.”

Kevin licked his lips, probably just getting that last bit of meatball sauce.

I pouted. “That sucks, I wanted her to meet Kevin.”

Dad grabbed one of the meatballs and winked. “I’m sure I can handle this young man all by myself,” he said, then sucked the meatball off the toothpick.

Kevin blushed. I rolled my eyes.

“But in all seriousness–I do have a few questions for you, as Leo’s dad.”

“Ugh, Dad, do we have to?” I asked petulantly. “I thought this was supposed to be a get-to-know-you dinner, not a grilling session.”

My father frowned at me. “Now Leo, you may be 18, but you’re still my son. A father has a right to know the man who’s dating his son.”

I scoffed. “Fine, but please don’t embarrass me.”

My dad nodded toward the couch. “Have a seat.”

I sat next to Kevin on the couch while my dad reclined in the sofa chair. I took Kevin’s hand in mine, surprised at how sweaty it was. It was so cute how nervous he was getting.

My dad studied Kevin for a moment, then said, “So, Kevin. What are your plans after graduation?”

Kevin shifted beside me, clearing his throat. “Well, I was gonna go to trade school. Be a mechanic, like my dad.”

Dad raised an eyebrow. “A man who works with his hands? I can respect that.”

He extended his hand to Kevin, who hesitated a beat before taking it. My dad’s grip was firm, his large, rough hand engulfing Kevin’s.

“Real man earns his calluses, every one,” my dad said as he traced the pads of Kevin’s fingers, his eyes trained on my boyfriend’s.

I stepped in, anxious to shift the conversation. “Kevin’s also an actor,” I said quickly. I took his hand from my dad and smiled. “He’s really talented.”

My dad let out a short bark of a laugh. “Acting, huh? That gonna pay the bills?”

I flinched. Kevin squeezed my hand a little tighter.

“No, he’s right.” Kevin gave me a half-smile. “I think it’s time I face the music.”

My father leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Let’s cut to the chase. You seem like a good boy, but I’m wondering if you’re serious about my son.”

Kevin swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes darted to mine. I gave him a soft smile to reassure him.

“I, uh… yes. I really like Leo,” Kevin said, his voice a little shaky.

My heart fluttered, but Dad just raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a faint smirk.

“Uh-huh. And what exactly are your plans with him?” His voice dropped slightly, more intimate now. Almost like I wasn’t in the room, but still with a clear challenge behind it.

“W-we’re taking things slow,” Kevin sputtered.

My dad leaned back in his chair and grunted. “Slow, huh? Don’t know if I buy that. Teenage boys always want something–randy little fuckers, all of you.”

“Dad!” I hissed, mortified.

My dad chuckled. “What, you think I don’t remember what it’s like? I was a horny little devil myself when I was your age. Still am, if you ask your mother.”

Kevin’s face flushed, his eyes wide. I felt the heat rising in my own cheeks as the tension in the room grew uncomfortably thick.

“You don’t have to worry, sir,” said Kevin. “It’s not like that–“