Are You Proud, Dad?

When you’re thirteen, it’s either the best or worst time to be alive. You’re finally a teenager and no longer viewed as just a little kid anymore. You’re expected to live up to expectations and to start maturing into the adult that you’ll be. Ryan Copperfield was so excited when his thirteenth birthday had finally come. He was even more excited when his father had told him that he was finally going to allow him on a hunting trip for his birthday. Ryan didn’t have the best relationship with his father, but he would take any ounce of attention that he would give him. He just wanted to make his dad proud, is that too much to ask?

So there he stood, in the garage of their family home as his father packed supplies for their trip. It was mid day in July, perfect weather for all the animals to be about and minding their own business. Perfect time for them to strike.

Ryan watched as his father rummaged through his hunting bag, making sure that everything was in order, his precious shotgun down from the mount on the wall and sat gently on the foldable table that was covered in ammo boxes. He had to admit, his father had a bit of a gun obsession, but that was just the manly thing to do, right? Nothing weird about it at all. He also had to admit that he thought his father was the epitome of manliness; and he wanted to be just like him. At a little over six-foot-five and over three-hundred pounds, Ryan’s father was a big man. When he wasn’t at his teaching job, he just adored going out to the woods and admiring the mass amounts of elk that he had shot, killed, skinned, and mounted onto walls.

With the picking up and clanging of his gun, Ryan’s father, Henry, spoke out in a deep scruffed voice.

“You ready, bud?” He said, walking towards the garage door that led into the backyard wilderness. The hunting bag was thrown over his shoulder and the shotgun in his arms. Ryan’s eyes gleamed with excitement and he swore he nearly started jumping up and down.

“Hell yeah!”

“Watch your mouth, boy.”

Ryan blushed in embarrassment at the ‘bad’ word slipping from his mouth. His mood faltered slightly as his father ushered him outside to follow him into the woods that surrounded the property. He trailed behind the bigger man, his mind starting to fill with dark thoughts. What if he just screwed everything up from his remark? Was his father mad at him? He looked up at his dads face, trying to gauge his expression. He didn’t look angry, and trust him, he’s seen his dad angry. But, he also didn’t seem too happy. Ryan thought some more as the crisp July air brushed against his small frame as they traveled further into the forest. Trees were surrounding them now and he didn’t know which way was home.

Eventually, they stopped. Well, his father stopped, and out of his clumsiness, Ryan bumped into the back of him. His father let out a grunt and grabbed Ryan’s arm harshly and pulled the boy beside him.

“Okay, enough of your goddamn fucking around.” His father scolded him. Spit fell from his mouth as he looked down on the boy. One of Ryan’s least favorite things about getting in trouble. “Now, you see this?” He motioned the shotgun into both of his hands, showing it off to Ryan.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Ain’t she a pretty thing, son? You know, in life you’re going to see many pretty things, but unlike women, guns can’t say no to you when ya wanna use ‘em.” His dad let out a low chuckle.

Ryan scrunched up his face at his dads words. His mother had always taught him to respect women, and even though it was very apparent his dad didn’t follow his mothers words, he didn't feel good about having to agree with him. He just wanted to make his dad happy.

“Yup, uh, that’s right.” Ryan awkwardly agreed.

“That’s my boy. See? You’re learnin’ real fast now.”

Despite the pat on the back and complement that he received, Ryan still felt… off. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but the way that his fathers face grinned down at him, the way they were alone in the woods, and the way that no one would be able to hear their screams if something went wrong, just made his heart race.

“Dad? What are we gonna hunt for? I don’t see any animals out here,” Ryan asked, looking around them. There wasn’t one bird, rabbit, or deer in sight. He let out a disappointed huff.

“Now, don’t get your hopes down. Here, come sit.” His father took a seat on a fallen tree log, setting the shotgun down next to him and patting his lap. Ryan tilted his head and followed his fathers words, however, as he was about to take a seat next to his dad, he heard him speak out once more.

“No, no, not there. Sit on my lap, like old times, eh?”

“Okay.”

Ryan agreed, taking a seat on his fathers lap like he used to as a younger boy. He felt weird about this, his mind thinking about how his school friends would relentlessly tease him if they ever found out about this. He adjusted his seating position slightly. His fathers lap was much more uncomfortable than he remembered, a hard object must’ve been in his pants pocket.

“Dad, what’s in your pocket?” Ryan questioned, looking down at his lap in embarrassment. He hated how small his legs looked compared to his dad. He hated how the older man made him feel inferior. Maybe that’s why they fought so much. Instead of answering his question, his dad started talking about stuff that Ryan had no interest in ever discussing with either of his parents.

“You know, you’re gettin’ to that age where ya curious about things. Believe me, I was a boy your age once.” His father grunted, grabbing Ryan’s hips to stop his squirming. “But, lucky for you, you’ve got me here to help ya through it. Ain’t ya glad about that, Ryan? Havin’ your daddy here to help?”

Ryan felt nauseous. He hadn’t heard his dad refer to himself as daddy ever since he was in kindergarten, and it was embarrassing that he started doing it again.

“Dad, I-”

“Daddy.” His father corrected. Ryan shut up quickly, frowning.

“Daddy, I…” He didn’t want to continue, his face was too red and he was overly embarrassed. Why, why was his dad doing this? This was just supposed to be a nice hunting trip for his birthday, but his dad had to make it weird. Ryan just wanted to hunt, but his dad had other plans. “...I don’t wanna sit on your lap anymore. Can I get off?”

Despite his protests, Ryan’s father just grabbed his hips harder. It seemed that his words had made the older man frustrated.

“Listen here, boy. None of that ‘I’m too old for this’ shit. You’re going to do what I say and I’m not gonna hear one word about it. Got it?” His father rebuked, his voice scraping in Ryan’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. Ryan felt overwhelmed, suddenly being able to feel everything on his body. The way that the breeze felt on his skin, making his arm hairs stand up; the way that his father’s crotch pushed into his ass, the way that his fathers beard brushed against the back of his neck, the way his fathers hands held him in place on his hips and didn’t allow him to get away.

“Yes, sir,” Ryan squeaked out. His father was a wise man, so maybe he was just overreacting?

“Ah, ah, ah. When we’re out here, you call me daddy. When it’s just us, you call me daddy. I’m your daddy, not your sergeant.” Ryan couldn’t help but giggle at his dads joke, but his dad had always insisted that sir was the proper way to address an authority figure.

“Okay, daddy.” His cheeks flushed red. The words felt a bit dirty coming out of his mouth, especially when he was as old as he was. He had heard his friends make inappropriate jokes about the word before and it was all that Ryan could think about as he said it. He felt like he was his dads bitch.

“Good. Now, you know why I dragged you out here?”

“To… go hunting?” Ryan asked.

“Not exactly. Ya see, when you’re thirteen, that’s when ya have to start becomin’ a man, and I want to really implement that transition into you in a way that you’ll remember.” His father paused, one of his hands moving from Ryan’s hip to cup at the boy's smaller crotch. “Ya ready to become a man, son?” He whispered into his son's ear, his beard tickling him.

“Dad, I don't like this. You- you shouldn’t have your hand there.”

A harsh smack is placed on Ryan’s face.

“I said I don’t want to hear any words about it,” His father grunted, moving his hand back down to Ryan’s crotch and beginning to undo his pant button. Ryan bit his tongue, tears swelling in his eyes. This was bad. This was dirty. But, his father was supposed to know best, right? His father was supposed to protect him and guide him in the world. Despite this, despite everything that he had learned prior, he knew deep down how bad it was that his fathers hand was in his pants and caressing at his small little bulge covered by his boxer briefs.

Ryan couldn’t help but buck his hips forward at the sudden pleasure he felt. His dick was getting hard from this. He huffed and whimpered out, trying not to cry as his dad pulled his boxers down just enough to expose his most intimate parts to the summer air. He just wanted to cry and scream, and run away from his father and never have to talk to him again. But, he couldn’t do that. Instead, he just had to endure his fathers hands rubbing and tugging at his tiny dick as he breathed heavily from the intense feelings.

“Ay, that’s my boy. Gettin’ all hard for your daddy, ain’t ya?” His father mused, rubbing his thumb against Ryan’s leaking tip.

Ryan whined out, trying to buck his hips even more against his fathers hand, but struggled as he was held in place. His father engulfed his son's dick into his fist, pumping him at a steady pace as Ryan’s tiny legs tightened up and squirmed in pleasure.

“Daddy, stop. Daddy!” Ryan whimpered, tears falling from his eyes as he felt a knot build up in his stomach, threatening to be released as his dad just moved his hand faster around his sensitive dick. Ryan let out a disgruntled sob as he felt his balls tighten and release, white ropes of cum spurting out of his dick and coating his fathers hand.

Without warning, his father shoved his semen coated fingers into Ryan’s mouth, beckoning the boy to clean them off for him. He didn’t need words to understand what his dad wanted him to do, so Ryan begrudgingly swirled his tiny tongue around each of his dads fingers, lapping his own semen up like a thirsty dog. When his father removed his fingers from Ryan’s mouth, Ryan attempted to say something, but was unable to find the words to express all the muddled thoughts going through his mind.

“Now we can move onto the good part. You’re so close to becomin’ a man.”

Without another word, Ryan’s father undid his own belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, leaking cock and letting it rest inbetween Ryan’s legs. It twitched and Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off it. He’d never seen another guy's dick before, and to be fair, he felt a little insecure as he compared the cock to his tiny dick that was still hard and pressed against his stomach. His father’s hands wrapped around both of their leaking dicks, giving them both a couple of good pumps as Ryan clenched his eyes shut at the overstimulating pleasure.

Suddenly, his father stopped and forced Ryan to stand up in front of him. He grabbed a hold of the small boy's pants and pulled them down to his knees, exposing his round ass to the older man behind him. Ryan’s father gripped the boy's hips again, pulling him down onto not just his lap, but his dick. The pain was intense as his fathers cock slowly inched into his puckered hole, ripping him apart. At least the precum leaking from his dads cock worked as a bit of lube, but not enough to make the process any easier. Ryan screamed out, crying and nearly dry heaving as his dad bottomed out, his hips against the boy's plump ass.

Ryan’s dad grunted out in pleasure, slamming one of his hands against Ryan’s tear covered face, covering the boy's mouth as he cried out. He used his other hand to move Ryan’s hips, making the boy ride him as he bled out on his dick. His hips slammed against Ryan as he moved faster, rougher, all as the boy on top of him cried and whimpered out for his mommy.

“Real men don’t call for their mommy’s. Don’t ya wanna be a man?” His father growled, picking up the pace even more.

“I want my mommy- Please, stop. Mommy!” Ryan yelped, sucking at his thumb as a way of comforting himself. His father just chuckled at his words, silently mocking him. Without warning, he thrusted deep inside the small boy, splattering Ryan’s tight walls with his cum. Not even a tiny ounce of remorse or comfort was shown as he pushed the boy off of him and onto the forest floor.

“Get up. Put your pants back on. You wanted to go huntin’, didn’t ya?” His father huffed out as he stood, zipping his pants back up and relatching his belt buckle. Ryan shook on the dirty ground, hyperventilating and wiping his tears from his face. He could feel the warm cum ooze out of his hole and down his thighs. He turned to be on his bottom, still shaking as he stood and pulled his pants back up. He refused to make eye contact with his father for the rest of the night.