Sharing a bed with my dad

As the Lunar New Year approached, Dad's company finally gave him a holiday, and he took the train home. Mom and I cooked dinner at home, but hadn't eaten yet. It was seven or eight o'clock, and he still hadn't returned.
"Mom, when will Dad get here?" I asked, my
chin resting on my hand, my face ashen, looking listlessly at the food on the table, my stomach growling. "Soon, your dad got off the train and will be here soon," Mom said casually, watching TV.
"...Oh." Seeing her nonchalant attitude, I felt deeply hurt. Didn't she see her precious son looking so dejected? Couldn't she even spare me a bite to eat?
Just as I was grumbling to myself, the doorbell rang.
Hearing the ding-dong, my ears perked up immediately. Speak of the devil, and he appears! It must be Dad knocking.
"Go open the door for your old man!"
"Okay!"
I ran to the door, opened it, and called out earnestly, "Dad~~, you're finally back!"
The middle-aged man standing outside wasn't particularly handsome, unlike my brother-in-law, but he looked mature and steady, giving off a strange sense of warmth and security.
He patted my head with a smile and said, "Good son, you missed your dad that much?"
"Yeah, I missed him so much, my stomach's been rumbling!" I said, widening my eyes and feigning displeasure.
He pretended his expression changed, then slapped me on the forehead with a smile of anger: "You brat, do you miss your dad that much? Why don't you bite him a few times to fill your stomach?"
"Come on, you're not Tang Sanzang. You're so old, your flesh is probably tough and hard, I'm afraid it'll get stuck in my teeth if I bite you." I said, tears welling up in my eyes, covering my forehead.
"Hey!"
"Old Wang, Xiao Qi, are you two done talking?" Mom called from inside the house. "If you're not done, keep talking, I'm going to eat first!"
"Wait, Mom, wait for me!" I stuck out my tongue and rolled my eyes at Dad before scrambling onto the table.
At the table, the three of us bickered and shared food, a warm and harmonious scene.
Dad and I chatted and argued, our clinginess almost unbearable for Mom.
"Isn't it said that daughters are their fathers' lovers from a past life, which is why they like to stick close to their dads? How come you have a son who also likes to snuggle into his dad's arms?"
Hearing Mom's words, my face suddenly flushed red, and I felt a pang of guilt.
Of course, Dad didn't find anything unusual and even smiled proudly at Mom, saying, "My darling son loves to stick to his old man. What, are you jealous?"
"Hmph, what's there for me to be jealous of? If you two are so capable, why don't you stick together all night and not get into my bed!" Mom, sitting on the sofa, raised her eyebrows, a mocking smile on her beautiful face, and said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Hmph..." Dad hesitated for a moment, his face turning slightly red, and then said unwillingly, "Fine, I won't. Darling son, Dad will sleep with you tonight!"
"Ah..." Was this a case of collateral damage?
I wanted to refuse, but I was also secretly looking forward to it, and stammered an "okay."
After taking a shower, I changed into a white rabbit pajama set and shorts, looking rather cute. I looked at Dad, who was wearing a black shirt and leaning against the headboard, holding a professional book and reading it seriously and meticulously. His focused appearance was full of mature male charm. The thought of sleeping in the same bed with my dad later made me feel inexplicably shy.
Hearing my footsteps, he put down his book, smiled, and waved to me, "Xiaoqi, come over here. It's been more than half a year since I last saw you. Let your old dad take a good look at you."
"What's there to see? It's the same as always." I quickly scrambled onto the bed, curled up in the blanket, and huddled into a ball.
In the past, if my dad wanted to look, I wouldn't have bothered. From childhood to adulthood, what part of my body hadn't he seen and touched? But ever since I learned that men can do those kinds of intimate things, I feel my face flush and my heart race when I'm in physical contact with my dad, especially when Uncle Li is holding my legs up and fucking me. He's also a middle-aged man, and the thought of my dad's face makes me extremely shy, and I can't hold it in anymore, so I ejaculate immediately. Now, every time I face him, I feel guilty and don't dare to look him in the eye.
Seeing me huddled up like a snail, Dad laughed and said, "What, you're shy now? I've seen every single hair on your body. I don't even know how many times I've plucked your little bird nest. Why are you hiding it so tightly?"
"Dad!" Huddled under the covers, listening to my straight-laced dad's unwitting teasing words, I gritted my teeth, my face burning with embarrassment.
I pretended to be impatient and said, "Alright, alright, turn off the light and go to sleep!"
The light clicked off, the orange glow went out, and the room became dark and silent. Only the faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, quiet, distant, and tranquil, making one feel gentle.
"Son, stop hiding. How can a boy be so shy?" Dad nudged me. "Come out and tell Dad how your school life is."
"Hmph!" Perhaps the darkness made me feel a little safer, because I groaned under the covers and scurried out. I let out a long sigh before saying haughtily, "What do you want to hear?"
"Hmm... just tell me if any girls at school are chasing after you?" Despite looking like a composed man, Dad gave me a knowing wink, which looked both lewd and somewhat cute in the dim light.
"No!"
No girls, but a few boys are chasing after me. Do you want to know? I thought to myself. But if I said that out loud, I'd definitely get a good spanking today.
"No? Really?" He seemed incredulous. "My son inherited such excellent genes from his father, how could he not have girls chasing after him? Back in our village, which girl wouldn't blush when she saw your father? Even your mother, she immediately agreed when I proposed, afraid I'd change my mind."
"Hmph, would you dare say that to your mother!" I said dismissively, listening to him brag again.
"Sigh, there's no need to keep talking about these old stories in front of your mother, it'll make her embarrassed." Dad shook his head, looking serious, showing no sign of guilt, and then turned to lecture me.
"It's because you're always picky about food, you don't grow tall, you're like a little radish head, what girl would like you!"
"What's the point of girls liking me? Our school is full of ugly girls, always wearing heavy makeup, not even as pretty as me, I wouldn't want them even if they were given to me!" I retorted stubbornly.
"Sigh—," Dad sighed upon hearing my words, looking quite melancholy.
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Come on, turn around and let Dad take a good look." He turned my head so that our faces were close on the pillow, so close that our breaths could touch each other's cheeks, like a feather gently brushing against them. I couldn't help but look away, and my breathing became a little rapid.
He held my chin, and in the bright moonlight, he could see my face clearly. My sweet and lovely little face appeared even whiter and more delicate in the dim light.
"It's been more than half a year since I last saw you, and your little face has become even more radiant... Son, it would be so much better if you were a girl," Dad said with a worried expression. "I thought you'd grow up to be more masculine, but you've only gotten prettier, like a little girl. What will you do when you get married?"
Hearing my father's words, I felt both dissatisfied and a little shyly pleased. I said guiltily, "Whatever happens, happens. I'll just never get married and serve you, my dear father."
"Hmph, easy for you to say. Just don't forget your mother when you get married." He tapped my forehead and said casually, completely disregarding my words. As
night deepened, the father and son chatted in bed until they gradually drifted off to sleep. In my sleep, I twisted and turned and instinctively snuggled into his warm chest. My petite body curled up in his arms, held tightly by him. My sleeping posture was sweet and peaceful, and I felt a deep sense of happiness.
On a winter morning, thick white fog filled the window, the air damp and cold.
My father's embrace was still the warmest.
A gust of cold air blew in through the slightly ajar window, brushing against my face, carrying a biting chill that made me instinctively shrink back.
Actually, I had been awake for a while, but seeing my father still fast asleep, I didn't want to disturb him, so I quietly lay in his arms, my eyes half-closed, enjoying the warmth of his chest.
I stared blankly at this middle-aged man, his face resolute, a faint gravity between his brows, looking very dignified. He wasn't exactly handsome, but in my eyes, he seemed incredibly dashing; every time I saw him, I couldn't help but feel a little smitten.
Oh dear, I can't think about that anymore!
Thinking about those little thoughts made me feel a little embarrassed, my face burning red, and I quickly banished those thoughts from my mind. After all, he's my father. He can be as promiscuous with other men as he wants, but with this man, just thinking about it feels like crossing a taboo.
After a moment of trying to banish those embarrassing fantasies, I looked at him, still smacking his lips and snoring lazily as he slept, and felt a strange mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
What a lazybones! All he does is sleep! Even his son, who loves to sleep in, is awake, and he, as his father, is still fast asleep.
But thinking this, I couldn't help but defend him.
My father works hard alone in another city for the family, going to work every day and taking care of himself. It must be very hard for him. As his son, I must be considerate of him!
Just as I was lost in thought in his arms, I suddenly felt something hot and burning up behind me, poking my butt.
What was that? At first, I was a little confused, then I instantly understood, and my face involuntarily turned bright red with embarrassment. Wasn't this the morning erection that men often experience?
With something hard pressing against me, I instinctively rubbed my buttocks against it, then remembered that the man behind me was my father.
I was both ashamed and frightened, and quickly stopped. But after rubbing against it a couple of times, the hard object became even more erect. It seemed unhappy with my pause and even actively nudged my round, large buttocks a few times.
What a scoundrel, what a pervert!
Having that thing poking my buttocks, through my thin nightgown, the burning heat made my whole body go numb. My breathing became heavier, and my fair cheeks were filled with tension and shyness.
I wanted to awkwardly move away, but he held me tightly, and the slightest movement would probably wake him. How embarrassing it would be if my father woke up and found him doing such an evil thing to his precious son!
Yes, I didn't struggle because of Dad's pride, definitely not because it felt good!
Luckily, he only poked for a while, then found a comfortable angle, placed that hard thing between my legs, and gradually stopped, like a weary bird returning to its nest, quietly nestled between my fleshy buttocks.
With that penis between my legs, I felt awkward, yet secretly a little excited and pleased. Several words kept echoing in my mind: Dad's big treasure is trapped between my legs! The excitement was almost overflowing.
This thing was truly magnificent, thick and long, completely different from my little bud. Its astonishing length, passing between my legs from behind, with a long protrusion, looked like a taut giant python, making one's legs go weak just looking at it.
I really wanted to touch it. I looked down at the large tent protruding from under my white cotton underwear. The thick glans was pressed against my scrotum, radiating an astonishing heat, hot and burning, like a red-hot copper pillar, searing my entire body.
Dad must have been out there all day, not having released his pent-up desire for a long time. He was probably looking forward to doing *that* with Mom when he came back last night, but I ruined it. He must be feeling incredibly uncomfortable after holding it in for so long.
Maybe... maybe I, as his son, should help Dad relieve some of his stress?
I felt both shy and guilty. Looking at that huge bulge, my mouth watered uncontrollably.
After hesitating for a while, I finally couldn't suppress the little devil stirring within me. I moved my hands to my crotch and grasped the hot, hard thing between my legs.
Through his pants, I felt its shape. The glans was round and full, the shaft straight and thick—a truly rare and exquisite penis. If I could taste it, it would be incredibly delicious!
As I rubbed it with my little hands, Dad's penis trembled, then swelled up, becoming even harder and more erect, like a soldier being inspected, radiating vitality.
Holding the hot, hard object in my hands, I couldn't stop. I used both hands and feet, rubbing the shaft between my legs while simultaneously caressing and rubbing the glans with both hands, like giving a little turtle a bath—meticulous, tender, and full of affection. Only my face was flushed red, like two red clouds.
Playing with Dad's penis, my nose almost bled. This thing is so big and thick! No wonder Mom married this scoundrel; she must be very happy in bed.
But this turtle is too naughty! I rubbed it for ages, my hands were a little sore, and I was sweating profusely, but it still didn't ejaculate.
Oh dear, you naughty thing, if you don't spit it out soon, Dad will wake up! Holding that big thing in my hand, I felt both envious and helpless. If Dad woke up and saw me playing with his little brother, my second uncle, would he spank me hard?
I figured if I didn't hurry, Dad would wake up, so I gritted my teeth and slowly slid out of his arms and into the covers.
I turned around, facing his crotch, and that tent was pressing against my face, bulging and huge, the precum seeping from the glans soaking my underwear.
With a grunt, I excitedly and nervously pulled down his pants with my two little paws. His huge, fleshy penis instantly sprang to my face. Looking at the bright red, veiny shaft, its engorged head making it resemble a glaring, one-eyed dragon, and the dark, hairy testicles swelling and throbbing with excitement, exuding a powerful aura of male hormones that made me dizzy and incredibly hot.
Huddled under the covers, I gazed at this enormous thing with rapture, my eyes filled with infatuation and adoration, like a slave looking up at their master, a believer praying to a god. The larger the penis, the less I could resist it, especially since this… this was my own father's. If this were a game, this title would at least increase my charm by 0.
My hands involuntarily reached for the penis. Without the barrier of clothing, the heat was amplified, making me feel like it was burning my hands, and I could barely hold it.
Holding this scorching, one-eyed black dragon, I took a deep breath, then opened my lips and slowly took the penis into my mouth. It felt
so...so good. In his sleep, Mr. Wang vaguely felt his lower body enter a wet, hot little hole, warm and comforting, almost melting his entire body. He dazedly thought he was having a wet dream, never expecting that his precious son was giving him oral sex, sucking on the very penis that had once made him ejaculate.
Hearing my father's hoarse, muffled moans of pleasure, I felt both shy and a strange sense of satisfaction from pleasing him. My heart pounded like a drum, my whole body trembled slightly with excitement, and my face, hidden under the covers, flushed crimson with blood.
With that penis
in my mouth, my mind went completely blank with nervousness. I completely forgot the oral sex techniques I had learned before, and just kept sucking hard, clumsily trying to please this man. Even though I was almost suffocating, I couldn't bear to let go. His small, pink tongue kept licking back and forth between the glans and the coronal sulcus, and his bright red lips would occasionally swallow the entire shaft, completely engulfing it. His tight, hot mouth tightly enveloped this strong and sensitive penis, bringing this man the ultimate pleasure. His two strong, thick thighs kept rubbing against my head, and his waist arched slightly to meet my movements, showing that he was extremely happy at the moment.
As I swallowed faster and faster, my little mouth seemed to transform into a pressure pump, with endless suction, making my father's movements increasingly intense. His waist suddenly arched, making his abdominal muscles bulge out in a "丰" shape, pushing his penis deep into my throat, making me moan incessantly, both in pain and pleasure. My little penis excitedly pushed my white panties into a ball, and my cunt kept secreting lustful fluid, wetting the cotton cloth around my vaginal opening, as if I had lost control of my bladder.
I really wanted to stuff that penis into that thirsty little hole. Such a strong penis would definitely make me gush with lustful fluid, moaning and crying pitifully under my father's crotch, begging for mercy, and then be rewarded with a load of semen filling my body, making me roll my eyes back in pleasure.
But I've always been all talk and no action, as timid as a rabbit. Secretly sucking my dad's penis used up all my courage, all the while terrified he'd wake up at any moment and make me do something even more shameful—something I simply didn't have the guts for.
Perhaps he'd been holding back for too long, or maybe I was sucking too hard, because my dad quickly couldn't hold on any longer. He clamped his legs together, clamping my head tightly, and then thrust his penis heavily into my throat, contracting violently, gushing out spurts of semen from his glans. This amount, accumulated over several months, was thick and fishy, frantically filling my mouth, making me choke and bringing tears to my eyes, but I still stubbornly held my mouth shut, not wanting to cough it up. A
massive amount of semen kept shooting into my mouth from his penis, making my cheeks bulge and my eyes roll back, like a little white rabbit about to choke to death, yet stubbornly refusing to let go—both comical and adorable.
I crawled out of bed with a large amount of semen in my cheeks. Looking at my father, who was still asleep, smacking his lips as if still savoring the taste, I felt incredibly ashamed. Puffing out my cheeks, I secretly squeezed my erect penis between my legs and sneaked into the bathroom like a thief.
Looking in the mirror, I swallowed the semen that filled my mouth, bit by bit. Looking at the cute little boy in the mirror, with a blissful, slightly shy smile, his eyes shimmering with seductive charm, and faint traces of semen still visible at the corners of his mouth, he was so lewd and alluring, making one want to fuck this wanton little devil to death.
After cleaning the semen from my mouth, I washed my face while posing seductively in front of the mirror, occasionally blinking and raising my eyebrows. Seeing the little figure in the mirror so charming and alluring, I felt incredibly pleased.
"Bang!"
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and my dad, finally awake, squinted in. Seeing me admiring myself in the mirror, he yawned and asked, "Son, what's wrong? Is your face cramping?"
You're the one with a cramp! My face flushed instantly. With my mouth full of foam, I mumbled something vague.
He chuckled and started walking towards the toilet. Halfway there, he noticed I was only wearing underwear, my butt round and white, looking quite appealing. His still-wake-up mind went blank, and he suddenly slapped it, making the fleshy bottom bounce. He chuckled again, "Son, it's been over six months, and your butt's gotten even bigger!"
I was startled by his action, almost spitting out my foam. A suspicious blush crept onto my face as I glanced sideways at him, who continued walking towards the toilet as if nothing had happened. I was incredibly embarrassed. Holy
crap! Was this flirting? What did Dad mean by this? Did he already know about my sneaky little actions and was deliberately reminding me? Or was it just a casual pat, without any other ulterior motive?
My mind was in turmoil, like a rabbit startled by a snake, both panicked and timid. These straight men, when they flirt, have no bottom line whatsoever, especially when they make someone blush and their heart race, while they themselves are completely oblivious. It's infuriating!
While Dad went into the bathroom, I quickly rinsed my mouth and washed my face, then ran to my room to put on my pants, my face flushed. If Dad patted me a couple more times, I really couldn't guarantee I wouldn't start wagging my butt and acting all seductive in front of him.
Mom came back from grocery shopping with breakfast, and it had been a long time since the three of us had a chance to eat breakfast together like this. The three of us ate and chatted at the table, but because I felt guilty, I didn't dare to laugh, joke, and act cute with Dad like usual. I just kept my head down and silently ate my porridge, occasionally sneaking a peek at him. When I saw Dad looking at me, I quickly lowered my head again, my ear tips turning red.
Ugh! Now, every time I see my dad, that thick, ferocious one-eyed black dragon flashes into my mind, making my legs go weak and I feel lustful—it's driving me crazy. I barely
tasted breakfast, stirring my porridge with my chopsticks while listening to my parents bickering.
"Honey, how did you sleep with our baby son last night?"
"Let me tell you, it felt amazing! I woke up feeling refreshed, no more pain, no more leg aches, and I felt energetic all over." Dad spoke with great enthusiasm, his face beaming.
Seeing Dad like this, Mom was a little annoyed. She had only wanted to tease her husband, but this blockhead was stubbornly unyielding. She raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Well, Old Wang, you're getting better at holding back as you get older. You used to need three times a day, but now you can hold back even after months without it?" She added with a malicious smile, "Hmm, are you failing?"
"Hmph, you're the one who's failing!" Dad's face flushed red, looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Actually, he was a little guilty. He had been incredibly aroused last night, but when he woke up this morning, his desire had completely vanished, as if he'd already released it somewhere. But there were no traces of ejaculation on his underwear. This puzzled him for a long time. Had he really been holding back for too long?
Of course, although he was a little uneasy, as a man, he absolutely couldn't say he couldn't in front of others, especially his wife.
He feigned arrogance: "Before you say I'm no good, why don't you reflect on whether you're old and faded, unable to arouse your husband's interest?"
"You!!" The ever-growing age is a sensitive topic for women, and my mother, struck at her sore spot, flew into a rage, slamming her hand on the table and immediately launching into a tirade against my father.
Watching this couple, arguing because of their disharmonious sex life, I couldn't help but lower my head even further. If my mother knew that what she had prepared for her had been snatched away by her son, I wonder what kind of chaos she would create in this house.
Fortunately, they were an old married couple; their arguments, though brief, gradually subsided. After dinner, although they still wore somewhat sour faces, their anger had lessened.
"Hmph, my aunt is sick, so it's my turn to go to the hospital to take care of her today. You two can cook for yourselves. Anyway, I'm old and frail, and my cooking won't suit your taste anyway." Mom packed some rice porridge and was about to leave when she said sarcastically to Dad.
"You think my son and I won't have anything to eat after you leave?" Dad sat there unfazed, turning to me with a smug look on his face. "Son, Dad's having a class reunion today. I'll take you out for a good meal later, to let you experience the cooking of a fancy chef. You're so thin, you must not be eating well at home. You should go out with Dad to eat something good and nourish yourself."
"Fine, go eat and drink your fill. I'm not going to keep you company!" Hearing Dad's words, Mom was completely speechless. She slammed the door and stormed out.
As soon as Mom left, Dad's face fell. He said to me worriedly, "Son, did I really make your mom leave? What will we do if she doesn't come back?"
"So what!" I rolled my eyes at him. "Weren't you all so smug? Now that Mom's gone, you're already backing down?"
"Oh... it's all your mom's fault for being so mean. She insisted your dad wasn't good enough. What man could stand that? Don't you think?" Dad sighed, still complaining, but his face showed some regret. "Alright,
alright, Mom's gone. You still have your good son to keep you company." I snuggled up to him, trying to comfort him in a cute way, but secretly I felt a sense of smug satisfaction, like a mistress taking advantage of the situation while the wife was away.
"Yeah, a son is always the best to his dad!" He grinned mischievously, pulling me onto his lap, rubbing his beard against my cheek, and tickling my armpits, making me giggle in his arms.
"Dad...no...please...please stop tickling me..." I laughed incessantly, twisting my body to dodge and beg for mercy, but my eyes were bright, full of shyness and joy. This was a game my dad and I used to love playing, but as I grew older, he wasn't as indulgent towards me as he was when I was little, and we didn't do such intimate things as often. Being able to laugh and play in his arms again gave me a feeling of being spoiled and happy.
"My little darling's body is still as sensitive as when you were little, you can't stand being tickled by Daddy." Daddy didn't stop, but instead threw me on the sofa, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, laughing as he pinned me down and tickled me even harder.
"Mmm...ah...no...Daddy is bad...so bad...it tickles so much...I can't take it...Dad...please spare me..." Being tickled and pinned down by him, I was both itchy and uncomfortable, giggling and twisting around, kicking him with my feet as a form of resistance.
Looking at his son's small face, so delicate and pretty, his fair cheeks flushed with shyness, his complexion like a peach blossom, so alluring and captivating, the father couldn't help but think how adorable his precious son was. Look at his petite figure, his fair skin, and those two tiny, delicate, pink toes kicking towards him.
He couldn't resist grabbing my foot; the slightly arched, jade-like foot displayed an elegant curve, snow-white and exquisitely rounded, easily held in his hand. A few casual rubs made the little one beneath him laugh uncontrollably, his pleading, aggrieved tone making his heart itch.
Looking at those adorable toes, so glistening and pink, curled up and trembling from the tickling, eliciting tenderness, he was captivated. Holding that foot, he couldn't help but lower his head and lick it.
His wet tongue touched the soles of my feet, sticky, hot, and itchy, making me let out a shy moan, a sound of surprise mixed with the whimpering of a kitten in heat, soft and tingling, both numbing and tingling, stirring my heart. Anyone who didn't know better would think my father and I were doing something shady.
But the current situation had definitely gone beyond the playful interaction between father and son, already carrying a hint of eroticism.
"Dad...it's so itchy...don't...don't lick...it's killing me..." I cried out, my eyes welling up with tears, my voice trembling with grievance.
Hearing his son's soft moans, he felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and his groin began to harden. Noticing the unusual sensation, he was startled, quickly releasing his hands as if burned, glancing at me with slight embarrassment, feeling inexplicably uneasy, unsure of what to say.
After all, what father would lick his son's feet? Such a teasing gesture, bordering on indecent, is practically obscene. Looking at his son's innocent and obedient face, he couldn't help but feel that his actions had been too impulsive, as if he had been bewitched.
Seeing his father acting like a brutish man who had accidentally taken advantage of a young woman, completely flustered, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. He's such a grown man, yet still so shy.
However, to avoid provoking him too much, I pretended to be oblivious to the ambiguous atmosphere, pouting with a wronged and resentful expression, kicking his chest with my feet, but not too hard, like a playful little animal bumping and nudging him.
"Daddy's naughty... You're making me so itchy... Humph... I'll kick you to death... You bad daddy...!" I started acting cute and whiny again, my own whiny tone giving me goosebumps, but for some reason, these men all loved it. Every time I used it in bed, they couldn't help but make me cry uncontrollably, my legs unable to close.
Daddy was no exception. Seeing my aggrieved yet adorable appearance, his heart melted, completely forgetting the embarrassment from before. He hugged me tightly and pulled me into his arms, teasing my furrowed brow with his fingers.
"Alright, alright, Xiaoqi, be good, stop fooling around, Daddy won't tickle you anymore."
"Hmph, you were the one who started teasing me first! You've been bullying me for so long, and before I can even get my revenge,
you say you're done playing? How can you be so shameless!" "Uh... okay, Daddy was wrong," he said, flicking my nose with a smile. "Then how about this, baby, tell me something, and if Daddy can do it, I'll agree to it, okay?"
"Really?... In that case, let me think about it!" Hearing his promise, my eyes narrowed with a smile, like a kitten receiving a reward from its owner, its tail wagging proudly.
"Hmm... what should I ask for?"
Under Daddy's doting gaze, my face flushed, and I felt a surge of joy. Actually, I didn't think the promise was that important; as long as he kept looking at me like that, that was enough.
"Dad, promise me, if I tell you something later, please don't be angry...!" The ambiguous atmosphere made me want to blurt out my shameful thoughts.
"What mischief have you gotten yourself into this time?" Dad chuckled heartily. "Okay, whatever you say, Dad won't get angry!"
"Really? Then... then I'll tell you!" I hesitated, stammering, "I... I don't like girls... I like... I like men..." Actually, there was something else I kept hidden in my heart—especially for a middle-aged man like Dad.
This sudden coming out would probably be too shocking for him, wouldn't it? But this secret had been stuck in my heart for so long, like a fishbone stuck in my throat, a feeling of urgency to get it out. Therefore, in today's atmosphere, I couldn't help but want to take the risk. Because my parents were busy with work and didn't have time to take care of me when I was little, Dad spoiled me rotten, basically buying me whatever I wanted and granting my every request. I figured Dad wouldn't be too strongly opposed to coming out, right?
However, upon hearing my words, Dad looked astonished. "What did you just say? Say it again, Dad didn't hear you clearly." His tone was full of disbelief. Faced with such a sudden shock, any father would be stunned.
"I... I said your son doesn't like women, he likes men!" Seeing his smile freeze, I couldn't help but feel uneasy, but since I had already said it, and things had come to this point, I had no choice but to go for it.
Looking at the boy's pretty, almost effeminate face, his eyelashes fluttering, filled with anxiety and unease, yet also with a hint of expectation, as if seeking some promise, the father's heart trembled. Why, after raising his son for so many years, had he fallen for a man? Was it because he hadn't had much time to care for him, that his son was seeking fatherly love from other men?
The thought of his precious son dating other men, being held in their arms and kissed wantonly on that pretty, shy face, even... even having that man's ugly thing inserted into that jade-like body, then having his precious son, whom he wouldn't even dare to make cry, fucked until he trembled and sobbed...
This image filled the father with intense resentment and jealousy. Why should his beautiful son, whom he had raised for over ten years, be given to other men, to be wantonly ravaged and played with?
"No, you absolutely cannot like men!" he said through gritted teeth. "I will never allow my son to be messed around with by other men!"
Watching his face gradually darken, the sweet atmosphere in the room seemed to dissipate in a gust of wind, the air becoming indifferent, carrying a layer of oppression and heaviness.
In my memory, I had never seen my father look at me with such a stern face. Even when I made a mistake, he would only smile and criticize me a couple of times. Was liking men really that unacceptable to him? I had even fantasized about confessing to him and doing some shameful things together, but looking at him now, wouldn't he fly into a rage and beat me up first?
"I don't care, I just like men!" I pouted, giving up in despair, looking at his angry face.
"Say that again if you dare!!" he grabbed my wrist, sternly demanding.
Seeing his furious face, I felt incredibly wronged. My eyes reddened slightly, and I shouted angrily, "Your son doesn't like women! He likes men! Have you heard enough?"
"You...you!"
Seeing his son's stubborn and resolute expression, the father's anger flared. This little guy, talking back to him for another man, caused him a pang of pain and disappointment. Unable
to control his anger, he raised his hand, intending to slap the boy's face hard, but halfway through, he hesitated, reducing the force slightly. Still, a crisp slap echoed in the room.
"You!...you actually hit me...!" I covered my cheek, my eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the man before me.
The slap landed, and he too seemed dazed, his hand trembling slightly. He had always been a good father to his son, always giving him a proper lesson rather than resorting to physical punishment. Why, then, had he lost his temper and hit his son today?
His instinct was to apologize, but the thought of his son becoming intimate with other men, or even being abused and played with by scoundrels, filled him with anxiety and fear. He resolved never to be soft-hearted this time.
"Why can't I hit you? You good-for-nothing! Being effeminate before was bad enough, but now you've even started liking men! You'll bring shame to our family!"
"You!...You!...Dad...How could you say that to me?!" Seeing his father's angry, glaring face, I felt a surge of sadness and tears welling in my eyes. I angrily shook off his grip on my wrist, ran crying into my room, and slammed the door shut.
"Xiaoqi, you come out here!" The door banged open, followed by my father's angry shout.
"No, I'm not coming out!" I lay down on the bed, burrowed under the covers, and curled up into a ball, my heart pounding with anxiety and anger. I tried to sob, struggling to hold back my tears.
The knocking continued for a while, then stopped when I didn't open the door.
Hearing the silence outside, I felt a sense of relief, but also a growing unease. Why did Dad stop knocking? Was he extremely angry and never wanted to see me again? Or was he angrily going to find some tools to pry the door open?
A long time passed, and there was still no movement outside.
I finally realized that Dad didn't want to storm into the room to scold me anymore, which made me breathe a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed.
Hmph, he must think his son is a monster and never wants to talk to me again, right?
Fine, I'll ignore him then. That bastard hit me just because he likes men. I was so blind before, why did I ever fall for that jerk?!
[The End]

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