Wyatt's Tantrum

🏳️‍🌈 A short story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

mb/oral/incest

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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"I hate you!" Wyatt screamed at me, then he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Young man, we'll pack up and go home tonight if you keep this up!" I warned him.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and he glared at me through a tear streaked face and yelled, "Good! I don't want to be here with you anyway!"

With that, he slammed the bathroom door again and I was seething. 🏳️‍🌈

Most of this is my fault. I've been in a cranky mood since we left the house. My wife and I had spent thousands of dollars on a resort hotel to spend a week as a family, and nothing was going right. We booked the room at the same all inclusive resort we always stay at. It has a water park for our son and plenty of alcohol and poolside lounging for the wife and I. Even better was the full spectrum of spa services, including massage, pedicure, manicure and facial services.

Before we ever left for the trip, Wyatt seemed to pout about leaving for a full week.

"But I don't want to go on vacation," he whined while I took a deep breath.

"You know, mom and dad need a vacation, too," I told him while he pouted up at me. I gave him a confident smile and said, "You're going to have a great time, kiddo. You always do."

"Fine," he sighed with a sour expression that looked like he'd just smelled a fart.

With that, he slunk away to his room while I started second guessing my decision to book the trip. Later that night I walked past his bedroom door and heard him talking to one of his friends on his headset, and it almost broke me.

"My dad's making us go on a crappy trip," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "It's not like he gives a damn about us anyway. I don't know why he doesn't just go by himself. The resort we always go to sucks."

I'll admit that I was despondent after that. I slunk away to my study and coped with my hurt the way I always do -- I opened my work laptop and tuned everything out.

My name is Raymond and my wife is Terri. I work ungodly hours to make sure my wife doesn't have to, and to make sure that our son doesn't have to go without. I didn't go to college -- long story short, there was no money for that. I started my career with a mop in my hand at a convenience store chain and worked my way up the ladder. >From cashier to store manager, it was a quick rise. In my 30's I was made a District Manager and I settled into the roll quite nicely.

It doesn't come without its challenges, but I'm fairly content with my roll at work. I run a tight ship, protect the bottom line and look out for my team. As a result, the higher ups leave me to my devices and dine on the financial fruits that my District produces.

One of the drawbacks of my job is the hours. I work from home as much as I can, but I often find myself working at the office from 7am until well after 8pm. Luckily, I have an amazing wife who loves me and appreciates the strides I've made over the years. She's my rock, and without her by my side, I don't think I could do it. Through all of the last minute emergencies at work, the late nights and even a few overnights in other markets that needed my guidance, she's been my best friend and my biggest supporter. I'll never be able to repay her for being the light in my life when everything else seemed shrouded in darkness.

One of the best parts of our marriage is the fact that we've never lost the "spark." A lot of newlyweds fuck like rabbits for the first 6 months or so, then they fall into a routine of once or twice a week sex. Or even less sometimes. But Terri and I have always been fuck freaks, and we have sex at least twice a day. Sometimes more than that on the weekends. We've had some fun with other couples, but that's a rare occurrence for a lot of reasons.

For the past 13 years, that reason has been our pride and joy, Wyatt. He's a pint sized version of me, from the work ethic right down to the crude sense of humor. He's very close to his mom, and he's my little buddy.

And despite his sour disposition at the moment, Wyatt's a good kid. He's a typical 13 year old, with typical 13 year old traits. He's got an amazing sense of fairness and justice, and wants to be a good person. But he's also cranky and moody, and often lashes out when he feels like he's been slighted. He's been pushing his boundaries for a while by adding the occasional new cuss word to his vocabulary. The first time I heard him spit "dammit!" he was 12 and we were working in the yard. He gave me a sheepish look and I winked at him to let him know it was okay. Since then he's added several more vulgar terms to his vocabulary, but his mom and I just let it slide as long as it doesn't get too out of hand.

When Wyatt was born I told myself I'd pull back and be home more, but the siren call of my professional life drew me right back into the fray. I guess I've lost track of our relationship. My days off have always been a mix of time with the wife and time with my son, then time as a family. At some point, Wyatt stopped coming downstairs to sit on the couch with me and I didn't even realize it happened. He stopped asking me to come watch him play Fortnite and it went right over my head. He stopped asking me to watch whatever new Twitch streamer he was enthralled with and I just let it slip right past me.

The night before we left for our trip I sat down with Terri to tell her what I heard, and she kissed me on the cheek.

"He just needs some time to bond with you, Ray," she said. "He loves you more than anything but he's getting older. I think this trip is just what we all need."

Taking my wife's words to heart, I loaded up the SUV and we set out the next day for the resort. Every time I looked in the rearview mirror I could see my son sitting there, typing away on his phone with a look I couldn't read. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. At some point Teri noticed me watching in the rearview and gave my hand a squeeze.

To be honest, I was looking forward to getting to the resort so I could fuck my wife right away. We'd had gone out of our way to book a suite with a separate room so we could enjoy some "us" time. Wyatt's getting older and doesn't need to be in the suite with us at all times, and I'm sure he appreciates his privacy at home when he needs to do the five knuckle shuffle.

But when we got to the resort we found out there was a mistake in the booking and we ended up with a large suite without a separate room for the boy. Luckily he had his own bed, but with no privacy it was next to impossible to fuck my wife. For the first three days we were there, our 13 year old always seemed to be in the room when the wife and I were looking for some alone time.

On Sunday it wasn't so bad. After we checked in and unpacked, we went down to the water park to see our son off. While he was running the gamut, we hit the bar and threw back some drinks.

With a few shots of vodka in us, Terri and I planned to slip away to the room for an early afternoon romp while Wyatt was enjoying an after lunch float through the lazy river. But when we got to the hotel room he was sitting cross legged on his bed texting with his friends. Later we encouraged him to go for an evening dip in the pool but he wasn't interested.

On Monday it looked like he'd made a friend. He seemed to be following a boy his age around the resort, so the wife and I planned to sneak in a quickie while he was distracted. That never materialized, though, because when we used the key card to enter the room, there he was with his friend, sitting side by side on his bed watching clips on each others' phones. They were both sporting boners, and my guess is that they were watching porn. Not wanting to embarrass our boy or his buddy, Terri and I exchanged knowing glances and settled into our own routine, hoping the boys would get the hint and take off.
They never did.

By Tuesday I was a ball of nerves, and frankly so was my wife. She joked that if she didn't think he'd wake up, she'd climb on for a midnight ride while he was sleeping. But I was starting to lose hope that I'd ever get to blow a load into my wife. And I think she was losing hope that she was going to get laid before we got home on Saturday.

I think Wyatt could tell we were getting cranky, and he responded in kind. At 13 years old, his emotions are already a tangled knot of barbed wire. Any perceived slight by mom or dad and he could end up in the foulest of moods. When he woke up on Tuesday morning I could tell he was in no mood for anyone's shit. He snapped at us when we tried to rush him down to the dining room for breakfast. At lunch time he laid on his bed with his arms crossed, not saying anything to us and staring at the ceiling. The wife coaxed him down to the pool, but all he did was make smart-ass comments and snap that he didn't want to be there.

By the time we made it back to the room after dinner I'd had enough of my son's attitude. Terri had gone down the hall for some ice and I offered to order some dessert and have it brought to the room. He waved me off with a terse, "whatever" and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

For some reason, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Excuse me young man?" I snapped back, then I snatched his phone out of his hand and turned it off.

"You can't do that!" he demanded, earning an incredulous look from me.

"I most certainly can, and I will," I told him in a less than patient tone. "I'm getting sick of your little attitude, mister."

"This is bullshit," he said. "I'm telling mom!"

"Watch your mouth," I warned him, and he only sneered at me. "Do you want to leave early?"

"I don't care what we do!" he yelled, then he followed it up by screaming that he hated me before running to the bathroom and slamming the door. 🏳️‍🌈

"Fix it," was all my wife said when she got back and found out about my row with our son.

"What do you mean, fix it?" I demanded, and she cut her eyes at me with a look that I knew well.

"You've been on edge and grumpy since we got here, Ray!" she told me in a tone that said she'd had enough. "This is Wyatt's vacation, too. Give me his phone."

With a defeated sigh I said, "Yes dear" and handed it over. She slipped it in her pocket, then she addressed our son.

"Wyatt, come out of the bathroom please," she said, and he opened the door with tears streaming down his face. She opened her arms and he went to her for comfort.

"Why does he hate me?" he asked, and I felt my heart break.

"Daddy loves you, honey," she assured him in a soothing tone. "This has been a stressful trip for all of us, hasn't it?"

His face was buried in her stomach as he nodded his answer.

"Hey buddy, I'm sorry if I've been a grouch," I said, and my wife gave me a warm smile. "How about if we sit and talk about it?"

"I want to talk to mom instead," he told me in a small voice, and once again I felt crushed.

"I understand, son," I said, then I slunk away to the bed and plopped down, turning the TV on and surfing channels while they sat on the couch and talked.

I heard Terri tell him, "You can have your phone back after we talk about what you did tonight. Dad was trying to do something nice and you treated him like crap."

"He's been treating me like crap since we left the house," Wyatt argued. Once again I felt a surge of sadness because my boy was so hurt by the way I'd been treating him.

"I understand that, and he's sorry," she said. "But he said you cussed at him."

"I only said shit," he muttered. "And I only said it after he took my phone away."

"You've been texting nonstop since we left," she noted, and he gave her a distressed look. "Is there a girl you like?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said in a near whisper.

"I see," Terri said. "You know, mom and dad don't go through your texts. But if there's something you need to tell us, we expect you to be honest."

"It's not a girl, mom," he said. I glanced over at the couch and he had the saddest look I've ever seen.

"I see," Terri said, and we both understood what he was trying to say. "How long has this been going on, honey?"

"Since my birthday," he said.

"Is that why you've been so moody?" she asked, and he curled his legs up and melted into her side.

I watched her wrap her arms around his pint sized frame and pet his head, then he answered, "Not just that, mom."

"Do you feel like talking about it?" she asked, but I didn't hear his answer. Whatever he told her served as a call to action, though, because the next thing she said was, "How about if we go for a walk around the resort and talk about everything?"

"Okay," he agreed, then they got up from the couch.

She walked to the bed and laid down beside me for a moment, planting a kiss on my forehead and saying, "We're going for a walk, hun. I want you and him to spend some alone time tomorrow."

I sat up on the bed and Wyatt approached me. He still had tear streaks on his face and it was devastating to me. But he managed to give me a smile, then he wrapped his little arms around my neck and I hugged him tight.

"I'm so sorry, buddy," I said, then I kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry too, dad," he said, his voice breaking up a little bit.

"I love you more than anything," I told him, thinking about what he just hinted about his sexuality. "You know, you can tell me anything, son."

"I know, but I want to talk to mom first," he said in a voice so small it was barely audible.

"That's fine, son," I assured him. "Give me a kiss."

He lifted his head from my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek, so I kissed him back.

"We'll be back, hun," Terri said, then they walked out the door and I flipped through channels until I found a baseball game.

In no time flat, I was out like a light. I must have been asleep for a couple hours because when I woke up, it was pitch black outside but the small lamp by the bed was on. I was roused by Terri's familiar touch against my inner left thigh and the unmistakable sensation of a warm, wet mouth engulfing my swollen nut sack. I groaned in pleasure and relief that she'd been able to get Wyatt down for the night so we could enjoy some naughty fun.

I realized that she must have really been in the mood because she was sucking on my balls with unbridled passion while she rubbed my inner thigh. I could hear the warm, wet sounds of my ballsack being relinquished, then she asked in a loving tone, "How's that, baby?"

"Feels so good, babe," I told her, and she rubbed my thigh more forcefully.

"How about you, honey?" I heard her ask again, then I heard my son's voice from the foot of the bed.

"It's so big, mom," he hissed, then I heard her kiss him on the cheek. "I want to swallow the whole thing."

"Go ahead, son," she told him, then the same warm, wet mouth that had trapped my balls was now encasing the head of my dick and I felt my midsection drop.

"Babe, is that...?" I started to ask, but she shushed me.

"Shh, let the baby have it," she told me, then I felt her fingertips running through my pubic bush while my son moaned and swallowed my length with a soft moan.

"Oh shit, that feels so good," I panted, then I reached down and ran my fingers through Wyatt's hair.

"You're loving daddy's rod, aren't you?" I heard my wife ask, her tone so gentle. With my dick engulfed in my son's mouth, I felt him nod his answer, then he resumed the blow job my slowly swallowing my length over and over again while I caressed his cheek and played with his hair.

"You're doing such a great job, Wyatt," Terri praised him. "I can tell that this is exactly what you needed to feel better."

"Mmhmm," he moaned, treating himself to continuous swallows of my prick.

"Do you think having a nice big dick to suck while we're on vacation will make everything better until we get home, sweetie?" she asked him.

This time he pulled off of my dick with a loud slurp, then he nuzzled the crown against his warm cheek and hissed, "Yes mom."

"I'm so happy to hear that, babe," she praised him, then I felt his warm, wet mouth slip over the end of my aching hard on and he settled back into a slow, sensual deep throating of my prick. "I can tell that daddy's giving your throat clit a nice workout."

He responded to this with a guttural moan that rang out between my legs, seemingly echoing off the walls of our hotel room as the tempo of his deep throating started to pickup. I could feel his lips starting to glide fluidly along the length of my shaft, starting just below the glans and running all the way down to the base. Then back up to the crown, then back down to the root, over and over again. Before I knew it, he was frantically deep throating my dick, treating himself to a rough throat fuck while my wife simultaneously rubbed his bare back and the inside of my thigh.

"I'm about to cum, babe," I called out, feeling delirious with pleasure as my rod burned with the unmistakable signs of my impending orgasm.

"Do you want daddy to blow his load on your face, or do you want to swallow it, honey?" I heard her ask him, but our baby boy only answered with a frantic series of moans while he pulled in labored breaths through his nostrils. I could feel the air blowing through them and fluttering through my pubes, then I felt his small hands cup my boiling balls and the battle was lost.

With a long moan of my own, I gave my son's face one last loving caress as my shaft was consumed by a searing inferno and a powerful orgasm washed over me. I could feel it spreading in all different directions, starting from my brow and moving swiftly over my face and torso. My abdomen contracted and my dick throbbed over and over again as my load spewed forth, shooting forcefully from the end of my manhood and filling my boy's mouth. I could hear him gurgling as my pent up load filled his mouth at a relentless rate of flow. Three days worth of spunk that shot from the end of my dick like a rocket and my baby boy took it all like a little pro, swallowing it as quickly as he could so that not a drop would be wasted.

When my sperm was completely expelled, he swallowed again. I had to admire the fact that he never spit my dick out as he accepted volley after volley of my load, and yet he never wasted a single strand. When his reward was swallowed, he sensually washed my dick around in his mouth, then he pulled it out of his throat with a satisfied sigh.

"You feel better, honey?" Terri asked, and from my prone position I could see the top of his head nodding his answer as he collapsed in her arms.

"Thanks mom, I needed that so bad," he panted as she kissed him on the cheek.

"How about if we cuddle with daddy?" Terri suggested. I watched him nod, then he moved from her arms to the spot beside me in the bed.

"Thank you buddy," I told him, wrapping my arm around his slight frame and pulling him into my chest. "That felt so nice for daddy."

"It felt nice for me too, dad," he said, his voice soft and satisfied.

I could feel the outline of his boy boner pressing into my thigh. Even through his boxer briefs I could tell it was moist with precum. I wondered if he was going to beat off, but before I could give it much thought, he wrapped his skinny arms around my chest and nuzzled his head into my shoulder. I ran my fingertips through his hair and listened to his breathing slow down from a labored panting to a slow, relaxed pattern.

"I love you, Wyatt," I told him, then I felt him kiss me on the cheek.

"I love you too, dad," he answered me. We laid together in silence for a few moments, then he told me, "I'm gay."

"I'm happy you shared that with me, buddy," I said. "I take it you've been sucking dicks at home."

"Yeah," he whispered while my wife rubbed his back and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder blade. "Sorry I was such a shithead tonight."

"It's okay, kiddo," I assured him. "I'm sorry I blew up at you earlier. I guess we both needed to get something out of our system."

"It was a big load, dad," he noted. "It felt so nice in my mouth."

"I've been saving that up since we left the house," I said. "I'm glad you got to enjoy it, son."

"Me too," he said with a sleepy yawn.

I reached over with my other hand and traced my thumb over his little erection, then I asked him, "Are you all set, buddy?"

"Yeah, my throat clit is all taken care of," he said.

"How's your bottom clit, Wyatt?" Terri asked, and he sighed.

"It's okay for now, mom," he said. "Mom, dad?"

"Yeah buddy?" I answered him.

"If my ass clit needs it, can I ride it tomorrow?"

"Do you think you can take it, kiddo?" I asked, and he nodded with a sleepy smile.

"It's the biggest one I've ever had, but I know I can take it," he said listlessly, using his finger to twirl the hair on my chest. Then, almost as an afterthought he added, "I brought lube and my dildo. It's in my duffle bag."

"I see that my big boy's been getting around," Terri said with a maternal inflection in her tone. "Get some sleep tonight, honey, and daddy can service your ass clit tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay mom," he whispered. I heard Terri kiss him on the cheek, then she leaned over him and kissed me on the lips.

"I love you, babe," I told her.

"I love you too, hun," she said, then she snuggled into our boy so he was safely sandwiched between us. "Thank you for taking care of the baby tonight."

"Thank you for being amazing," I told her, then we held hands while Wyatt shut his eyes with a sleepy smile and we all drifted off to sleep.

🏳️‍🌈 The End 🏳️‍🌈

Coming Soon: Kevin loves his daddy and his brothers. But how much attention does his ass need until he's satisfied? Find out in The Bottom of the Bunch 🏳️‍🌈