CRY WOLF-5 A Cabin In The Woods
Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPHILLYDOGG _______________________
Pt-1
Mike returned home with the belief he'd made a prominent new friend in Cory. The memory of the two of them sucking and fucking each other in the bare of his favorite forest spot, kept Mike's cock hard most of the night and all through dinner. With a new lock on his bedroom door, he no longer worried about his godparents walking in and catching him at the most inopportune moments.
Mike lay in bed, jacking his cock to memories of Cory and Max, reliving how their cocks felt fucking his ass [during separate encounters]. He lifted his legs and shoved two fingers up his anus, simulating the feeling as he painted sperm all over his chest and stomach.
Pt-2
16 year old Cory walked home through the woods, after having a secret rendezvous with a boy he met in school earlier. Cory really liked Mike, he could sense something about him that told him he'd make a wonderful friend. But Cory's father forbid him from making friends with any of the town's locals.
He stopped off by the waterfalls, to wash the scent of sex off his body. He knew his father would be furious if he knew he'd been consorting with `the boy' again, so he took precautions by rubbing mud all over his body, before rinsing off under the falls. He dressed while still wet, then ventured his way home.
His father was chopping wood [shirtless] in front of their cabin with an axe. It only took one swing of his powerful arms to split the logs in two, which he'd then tossed aside in piles for stock for the coming winter. He sensed his son's approach before he could even see him, taking a brief break in the sun to wipe the sweat from his brow...
"Where you been...?" he asked, as Cory walked up to the house on his usual path...
"School..." lied the boy, "...where else...?" he asked, darting into the cabin.
Mercer [Cory's father] dug the axe into the tree stump, then made his way into the house behind his son...
"Doesn't SMELL like you've been to school..." he said, finding his son inside.
Cory's eyes widened at his father's suspicions, although he managed to keep a straight face. "Your CLOTHES usually stench with the scents of everyone you've come in contact with in school..." he said, walking up behind his son and sniffing him about the back of his neck and shoulders. "...this time you smell of nothing...and no one...!"
"I...took a SWIM before I came home...!" explained Cory, walking away.
"A swim...?" asked his father, "Or a BATH...?" he accused. "Were you with THAT BOY again today...?!" he asked, trying to mask his anger.
"No!" lied Cory, nervously.
Mercer chuckled, wet strands of hair hanging over his disapproving eyes...
"When will you LEARN, boy...? I can ALWAYS tell when you're lying!"
"I'm NOT lying!" lied Cory, trying not to look so telling.
Mercer frowned as he stared into his son's eyes...
"Need I remind you what the locals did to your MOTHER...?" he asked, knowing that memory always worked to keep his son in check.
"No..." answered Cory. "...you remind me often enough...every time I go into town, or make a new friend...!"
"The LOCALS aren't you friends, boy..." informed Mercer. "...I'M the only friend you need! The only one who understands you...!"
"MIKE understands me..." challenged Cory, going against his father.
"Mike...?" laughed Mercer, amused. "The BOY I caught you having sex with...?! He doesn't KNOW you! He doesn't even know THE TRUTH about you! How could you even fantasize about him when you know WHAT you really are...?!!"
"Mike wouldn't care..." said Cory, defiantly.
"Are you SURE...?" asked Mercer, feeding off his son's insecurities. "Are you absolutely sure...?? Or will he go screaming to the authorities as soon as he finds out...?!"
"Mike's not like that!" defended Cory.
"You don't know the first thing about this boy!" insisted Mercer. "You fucked him once..., let him fuck you..., and now you THINK he's a kindred spirit...?? All you were was a quick fuck to him! He doesn't give a shit about you! Not like I do!"
"YOU don't care about me either..." yelled Cory, emotionally. "...you just keep me around as a substitute for MOM...!"
Mercer's teeth grit...
"Your mother was a SPECIAL woman..." he said, instantly reminded of his deceased wife. "...you're not to even SPEAK of her in this house...!"
"Ever since MOM died, you've had ME do everything in her place! Cook...clean..."
"And now you wish to let this MIKE take my place...?" asked Mercer.
"At least Mike GIVES as much as he takes...!" argued Cory.
Mercer's eyes narrowed...
"I can SMELL him on you..." he said, finally picking up the scent. "...you were WITH him again today, weren't you?!"
Cory was just about to deny his father's suspicions, when his dad leaped across the kitchen table and pounced on him. Cory was taken by surprise when his dad suddenly threw him to the ground, then ripped at the seat of his pants, exposing his bare ass. Cory felt his father's huge hands grip his bare ass cheeks, prying them apart like a crack melon, exposing the tiny anus lying in-between...
Mercer lifted his son's ass to his face. then sniffed. Unsatisfied, he plunged his middle finger inside, piercing the boy's warm flesh before drawing it out, then sniffing the soiled tip...
"You LIE..." he snarled, reaching around to shove his finger up his son's nose. "...you still have his SPERM inside you!"
Cory struggled until he managed to get to his feet...
"What I do with my friend is MY business...!" he fought, defying his father's wishes.
"We'll SEE how you feel about this..." said Mercer, rising to his feet as well. "...when I have a...WORD with your friend...!"
Cory's face frightened...
"You stay away from him, dad..." he warned.
"Or WHAT...?" chuckled Mercer...
Cory felt as if his father were laughing AT him, not taking his threat seriously as the two men stared at each other, their eyes piercing straight through one another. Mercer knew he had his son on a tight leash, that eventually he would struggle to gain more freedoms as he got older, but keeping a strong hold was the only way he knew to make certain his son stayed safe, even if he had to do the unspeakable to his new found friends to make certain of it!
Cory could practically read the hunger in his dad's eyes, and charged him for the very first time in his life, wanting to save Mike.
Mercer was taken by surprise. Never had Cory been so defiant as to attack him in his own home! Cory managed to tackle his father to the ground, both of them landing in the living room as they slid across the bear carpet. But Mercer was far stronger than his son as he flipped Cory overhead, causing him to land on his back on the wooden coffee table, breaking it in the process.
Mercer grabbed his son off the floor, then carried him into the master bedroom before slamming him face down on the bed. "A son should be happy to replace his mother's natural duties about the household...!" he said, unfastening his pants.
"I don't want to be your MATE anymore...!" said Cory, jumping off the bed as soon as he landed.
"It's YOU...or your friend MIKE...!" said Mercer, heartlessly.
Cory knew what his father meant, as he reluctantly got back on the bed face down, exposing his ass [through the torn jeans] for his father's use...
Mercer smiled to himself as Cory gave in, knowing he held a soft spot for `Mike'. He gripped Cory by the waist, then pulled his ass back into doggy position so he could bury his face in his son's buttock. He licked and sucked at the tiny rosebud, burying his tongue inside and tasting Mike's cum for the first time.
This wasn't the first time Cory's been on the receiving end of his father's lust. He'd been experiencing his dad sexually ever since his mother's untimely death 2 years ago. Mercer pulled his tongue from his son's spit wet hole, then climbed up over his back. Kicking Cory's legs open, Mercer dragged his big thick erect dick up over his son's ass crack, the uncircumcised head leaking pre-cum along the valley, smearing against the anal opening as he aligned the head and started to push in...
"UURRHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" cried Cory, feeling his dad's huge cock pierce his anus before sliding deep into his rectum, taking refuge in his colon.
Mercer nestled in on top of his son, grinding his pelvic bone against his ass after sheathing his entire rod bone deep. Wrapping a strong muscled forearm about Cory's neck [just under his chin], held him in place as his impaled him on the end of his prick. He could feel his son's anal muscles gripping and squeezing his thick rod, trying to force him out of his bowels. But Mercer was easily able to hold position, keeping his cock buried before lazily moving his hips back and forth.
Cory could feel the big cock starting to move through him, taking complete possession of his body. He'd been beneath his daddy on many occasions, suffering the results of his mother's death. Mercer kept a firm hold, never letting up as his hips started to move faster, driving his cock fluently through the clinging hole. He loved fucking his son's tight boy-cunt, feeling him struggle beneath him like frightened sheep, hating and loving him at the same time for abusing his body. But there could only be ONE dominate male in a pack, Cory had to learn his PLACE as the son, to be in subjection of his father's wishes and demands. Mercer had to surrender his hole to his father, and likewise for his father before him. Only ONE man could rule a household at a time, or anarchy would ensue, pitting kin again kin, which would lead to the destruction of family!
Mercer fucked Cory out of obligation and lust, having lost his mate in woods by hunters. The pain of loss still shot through him as the memory of his beloved wife lay imprinted in his brain. He closed his eyes and envisioned her angelic face as he fucked, pounding his pelvic bone into his son's sore backside. Cory grunted and groaned in physical pain as the cock inside him beat a path straight through his entrails. He could feel his father's excessive pre-cum starting to lubricate his innards, lessening the friction as the cock started to slide easier. The pain was still excruciating as Cory bit his lower lip to endure, drawing blood. He clutched the wooden rails of the headboard before him, hanging on for dear life as his father's fuck thrusts grew harder and stronger.
Mercer plunged his dick through his son's well used anus, having fucked it MANY time before. He could feel the passion starting to form in his balls as his heavy nut sac started to draw into a tight hairy pouch, bouncing back and forth between his son's legs, slapping against Cory's perineum with every stroke. He could still SEE his naked wife in the recesses of his mind. He could practically FEEL her wet vagina wrapped around his swollen manhood, coaxing him to an early climax. He imagined fucking into HER cunt as he plowed through his son's ass, bashing his pelvic bone into his butt cheeks like a paddle spanking against a mischievous child.
Cory knew his father was getting close to coming, he'd just have to hold on a few minutes longer. He could feel his father's drool dripping down between the blades of his back. He could feel his forearm tightening about his throat, starting to cut off his oxygen to insure he went nowhere or did nothing to destroy his impending orgasm. And he could feel his father's cock swelling inside him after each inward thrust, the thick shaft plumping fatter every time he buried into his bowels. "AAARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled Mercer, power fucking his son for the last 20 or so strokes, causing the bed to break down as the mattress crashed to the floor [the wooden frame unable to handle the impacts].
Cory felt his father BITE into his shoulder, just as he rammed all the way in and came. Cory yelled out from the branding, as well as the huge cock suddenly impaling 12 inches inside his rectum. He could feel the cock pulsing thickly, jerking wildly just before it started shooting hot searing wads of molten cum directly into his lower intestines. His father's cum loads were heavy, flowing from his throbbing foot-long like a water pump, flooding his bowels and intestines with a river of creamy spooge.
Mercer collapsed weakly on his son's back, physically exhausted [and at his most vulnerable]. Cory lay underneath him, his sore anus suddenly soothed by the flow of semen filling his orifice, seeping out about the ring to drain into the mattress between his legs.
"My son..." whispered Mercer, suddenly loving [after orgasm] as he began to kiss the wound he caused on Cory's shoulder... "...you can't fight what we are...! We were meant to be together as mates..., legend dictates it...!"
Cory said nothing in response as he lay under his father's dead weight, the cock still oozing out sperm in his bowels as the older man hugged him tightly from behind, refusing to let him go. Cory's own cock lay pulsing underneath him [having pumped out a puddle of cum of its own which now seeped into the soiled mattress], wondering if his life will ever change...?
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