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Entry 018.
Dad is wanting to take me camping for a week or two. It’s been a while since we’ve really had any one on one time, and while I love the idea of him having his attention on me, I also love the idea of him having his attention on me. Know what I mean?
Well, you’re paper. You can’t exactly judge. Which I’m grateful for, as this would have me burying myself to the center of the earth.
I’ve come to terms with the fact I want my father to breed me like a dog in heat. I’ve fought it my entire young life and I can’t find the fight to want to change myself anymore. I don’t think I’d be able to control myself. His muscles, his smile, the deep voice, and god help me when he walks out in only boxers and shows off exactly what he’s packing.
I’m so fucked up.
I can’t tell him no, though. But I thought of a plan! I’m going to see if Yuuji wants to come with us! He’s cute and just as distracting, but with company at all I’m positive I won’t slip up and show who I’m checking out and try to jerk off to them later.
Yuuji’s the opposite of dad anyways. Softer, sweeter, knows how to make me feel safer when the anxiety attacks kick in - there’s a closer connection there and I think if I can remember that, then I won’t out my secret of wanting either men to use me as they need.
God help me, please make this trip a good one.
Xxx
Yuuji chuckles, flipping through the pages, shaking his head. Megumi, you can’t hide the bedroom eyes you give your father. He can barely hide the fact he wants Yuuji to sit in his lap and pull his hair.
He puts the journal back in the sleeping bag, fanning himself as the heat from the day bakes his skin and makes the water at the lake seem all the more worth it to dive into. Toji wasn’t any help as he takes off his shirt to toss aside, finishing the fire pit as he asks Megumi to hand him one of the water bottles.
Even Yuuji can’t deny the way he wished Toji would pour it over his chest and face. He’s a handsome man who deserves someone on his cock, at the very least some good head! Maybe he’s too good of a dad to give Megumi what he wants, but Yuuji? Yuuji isn’t related. He has full access.
And if Gumi won’t give him a good time, he'll make one himself. Toji seems like the exact type to give in once his dick is touched and he realizes how serious Yuuji is about his lack of a gag reflex.
Does he wish Megumi would let him hit?
Fucking duh. He’s not ugly, and not undesirable in any manner. Megumi’s just as capable of having Yuuji on his knees or on his back. But while the shyness usually fuels Yuuji to keep teasing, something about this opportunity is too much to pass up. He almost wants to admit to him what he’s going to do.
Something tells him Megumi wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
“Yuuji! Kiddo! Come on out, we’re gonna go for a swim! You know how to, right?”
The voice of an eager Toji takes him out of his thoughts, and he wears a mischievous smile. Swimming doesn’t sound bad at all. Maybe he can get Megumi hot and bothered under the water?
Or at the very least, he could see Toji soaking wet and showing off those godly muscles.
“Coming! Be right there!”
It doesn’t take much for all three to strip themselves. Yuuji’s sad they thought to wear swimwear, wanting to see if the fushiguro duo would do some impromptu skinny dipping.
Megumi seemingly has the same disappointment as he watches both men easily slide into the water and start to splash, showing off their soaked hair and sun kissed skin.
He has to roughly bite the inside of his cheek. Gnawing the meat of his mouth is the only thing keeping him grounded so he doesn’t rush to the tent and roughly jerk off. He’s positive he’d do it until he was raw.
“Baby, come on. The water’s nice! “ Toji calls, giving a smirk that has both Yuuji and Megumi feeling butterflies in their stomachs. Something about Toji looking mischievous, with his lips tugged like he wanted to eat someone. Yuuji can’t really blame Megumi for wanting to write down his thoughts, even three hours with this man is making him lose his mind.
Huh. Maybe he’s more pent up than he thought?
Megumi doesn’t want anything to be awkward. Yuuji’s so pretty in this light and Dad is…Well. Dad. He can do this. Swimming in cold water should help keep things in his pants for now.
He gives a running start before splashing in, diving under just to get the temperature difference over with before splashing back up with a gasp for air, slicking his hair back and laughing as Toji splashes him.
Yuuji is absolutely going to have fun with these two. There’s something under the surface of both of these men he has to play with and see for himself.
The three swim for a while as the water calms down, moving along the stream in a cozy manner as the sun beats down relentlessly. Megumi was laying across one of the pool floats they brought just to lounge in, his skin slowly turning more and more pink as he allowed the sun to bake him.
Burn the thoughts out of his body and soul.
Yuuji was gently floating beside him, giving a smile. Poor thing. He burns so quickly. That’s what happens when you wear long sleeves nonstop and think basement windows are a good source of light.
Not that he’s complaining. A shirtless Megumi is a gift no matter what.
The water splashes over their skin in a shock, and when the initial freeze of fear washes over, they’re met with a smirking Toji, holding a bottle of sunscreen.
“Gumi baby, you’re turning red. C’mon, I’ll get your back. You too Yuuji. You’re both gonna turn into lobsters.”
Oh god that voice. It’s too sultry. Too deep. He has to be flirting! Right?!
There’s a deep swallow. Megumi just squeaks for a moment on what to say, trying to at least get the message across that he could just do it himself, or have Yuuji. But those large hands easily scoop him off of his floaty and stand him up, making him wish he could die right then and there with the hard on he was sporting.
Fuck. Fuck. It was tenting his swim shorts. There’s no way no one noticed. His cheeks are a deep scarlet as Toji’s hands lather up in the chemical cream. He swears God is doing this to him on purpose.
“So tense too. You alright? Didn’t mean to scare you.” Toji purrs, really digging his fingers into the meat of Megumi’s shoulders as he bites his lip and tries to will away the blood heading south.
Yuuji yawns, stretching up from the water to walk beside the trembling kitten as he leans on his other shoulder, actively searching for how much tent the swim shorts could pack. He wants to see what those hands can do to him too. What knots they could work out, what bruises they could leave, and most of all, if they could choke him just right while he takes every inch.
Megumi’s tent is just as mouth watering as the one Toji’s packing, and he isn’t even hard. Yuuji has to wonder if the man is aware at all of what he’s doing as he slathers Yuuji up next, whispering in his ear about how good he is for taking care of his skin.
There’s no way he isn’t getting that man in his guts by midnight.
And Yuuji puts up with a lot the rest of the day. The sun dips low and they roast marshmallows by the fire, laughing and listening to horror stories from Toji’s day as a kid as well as folktales that make both youngsters feel watched by the trees. Yuuji nearly bites out in anger at how Toji ignores every flirtatious joke thrown his way, either completely aware of what he wants, or utterly oblivious, and he’s so rock hard and pissed off he can’t tell which is worse!
Being told he can share a space with Toji that night nearly gave Yuuji an aneurysm.
They're nestled close together. The cool air made Yuuji’s skin grow goosebumps, but the warmth from Toji’s body is what really made him restless. He could feel every muscle, pressed perfectly against his back, while Toji slept on none the wiser. Yuuji’s cock is pressed right against his stomach with how erect he is. He wants more than anything to gag on someone's cock and feel those muscles bulldoze into him.
He’s annoyed that he can’t just rub one out.
Or-could he? He isn’t particularly loud. He could rub one out. Maybe he could just feel up those thighs and get it out of his system. Get a whiff of his scent and indulge in his fantasy while these two cock teases sleep like the dead.
He tries his best to subtly shift. Gingerly rolling over with one hand down his pajamas and the other adjusting his weight, allowing him to hook his pants down below his thighs so he could do this quicker and quietly.
Yuuji’s hand tentatively starts to brush over Toji’s arm. He’s facing his back, his sleep shirt is tugged up just enough to show some toned hips, his own sleep pants hanging almost disrespectfully off his hips. There’s a flinch of fear at the first contact of his fingers to his nearly scorching skin. Too warm.
Too real.
Yuuji bites his lower lip as he feels the thrum of Toji’s heartbeat under his fingertips. His other hand moves on its own, stroking up and down slowly, dragging his thumb over the pink and leaking head as his breaths leave in shuddered gasps. The pleasure from that alone was shooting up from the base of his spine.
Fuck.
He sucks in a breath, holding it as he starts to truly get into his headspace for this. His cock is leaking profusely into his hand as the other palm drags down the unfairly sculpted body. God he wants to be bent in half by those arms. The veins, the strength, the form- Toji needs to chokeslam him and make him take every inch! Yuuji’s earned it!
He can’t stop how his breaths pick up as he feels himself more. Up and down, fingers circled around his shaft, coating his palm in precum as his cock twitches and pulses in interest, demanding more friction and speed with every tease. He makes sure to play with his slit, pressing down just enough to stave off some of the build up, allowing the pleasure to sit and almost marinate in a way as he soaks in all of Toji’s body.
He bites his lip to stifle himself. His breaths are more and more erratic as his touches get braver and braver, sliding down just enough to get a feel of that warmth right on Toji’s thighs.
The grown man makes a noise that immediately has Yuuji ceasing, turning over so quickly he tugged more covering with him than he meant to. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Please just go back to sleep! There’s no way he’s actually awake and conscious right?
“Cute.”
It’s a deep, smug, velvety voice right in his ear. It sent shivers down his spine and ice deep in his core, making his cock go pitifully soft as Yuuji felt shame creep over his face.
“No no. Don’t mind me, kiddo. Go ahead.” Toji purrs, deep and salacious, making Yuuji’s mind melt with the heat pouring in. Toji adjusts his own weight, both facing away from Megumi as he sleeps, putting his larger, calloused hands on Yuuji’s hips, growing a shit eating grin when he feels bare skin.
Just how desperate was the little brat?
“Down below the hips too? You really are just eager to get molested by Megumi’s big scary daddy. What did you expect to happen if I rolled over and got disgusted instead? Saw how needy you were to the point you left this tight, bare ass hanging out for just a chance at getting me inside?”
If this was a cartoon, he’d have steam bellowing out of his ears from how flustered this was making him. Is that even the right word for this?! It was so hot and lascivious, Yuuji couldn’t think straight! His cock went from scared limp to rock hard in seconds, just from Toji’s voice alone! Oh god- Oh god oh god oh god-
“Sir, I-”
“Ah ah. You’ve been playing the movie star tease all day today. Don’t even try to have manners now. You’ve been showing me how slutty and needy you are all day long, and when no one gave you what you wanted, you went to feel up your best friend's old man.”
Yuuji should feel ashamed of that.
Should.
But how could he when he's getting everything he begged for and more?
There’s a hand around his throat, but it isn’t squeezing. Testing to see where this could go, as if they hadn’t crossed every line there is already. Toji gives little kisses up his neck, somehow just as scorching hot as the flesh being pressed against his back once the older man's sweat pants were pulled down just as low as Yuuji’s.
“Feel that?” His voice is tight. Almost like he’s holding back or biting. “That isn’t my arm, baby boy. It’s all me. That what you wanted all day long?”
Yuuji’s voice is shaking. It’s unsteady and faltering as his eyes try to glimpse at the man that monster was attached to. Already an angry red at the tip as it presses against Yuuji’s thighs. There’s a smear of precum on his skin already as Toji breathes in his ear and starts rocking his hips.
“Toji. Please.”
That’s all Toji needs to hear. He gives the lobe of Yuuji’s ear a rough bite as his hands massage the fat of his thighs, pushing the head of his cock between the warm flesh. They share a hiss of pleasure before Toji’s hand comes to cover Yuuji’s mouth, chuckling when he feebly smacks at his forearm as he begins to piston his hips.
“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Don’t want Gumi up do you? Then you’d have to explain why you’d be such a good little slut for me but not for him. You’d never break his heart like that, right?”
Yuuji can’t focus enough to give even a half hearted answer. Toji's hand over his mouth was a power move he wasn’t expecting, and it made his bobbing cock leak all the more. His thighs were pillowed perfectly around the thick length, squeezing just enough to keep the man entertained as they grunt and moan in unison, the head catching just under Yuuji’s own cock as it bounced with Toji’s rhythm.
This has to be heaven. They’re barely fucking but Yuuji feels like his body is a live wire. The feeling is intensified even more when Toji’s hand comes to wrap around Yuuji’s length, stroking him in sync as he wetly moans behind the flesh covering his mouth.
Toji’s cock nudges right against the underside of his shaft, showing just how much bigger he actually is. It’s thicker, longer, and holy fuck Yuuji wants it deep in his guts until he can’t breathe. The head is leaking precum like a faucet as Toji grunts into his ear, smearing it across their bodies as the quiet thrusts turn into audible plaps. Yuuji’s brain comes out of the fog just enough to make his eyes wide with fear, peering over Toji’s shoulder to see if Megumi was aware that anything was happening.
Toji’s quick to block his vision, shoving him back over with his hand tighter around his mouth. There’s an almost angry squeeze as his fingers bend and truly press against Yuuji’s lips, daring him to see what happens if he protests.
“Now you’re scared? Please. Don’t act like you aren’t gagging for the chance to have him see how I breed and break you. Your cock is making a mess like you pissed yourself.” He sneers, roughly holding Yuuji’s head back as his hand yanks his left leg upwards, resting it against his stomach. “I‘m gonna fuck your tight little ass. You’re gonna sit there and let me. If you don’t want him awake, don’t make a fucking sound.”
There’s a wet sucking sound. Yuuji can only tense up and whine as his knee is pressed up closer to his chest, his pajama pants falling off his leg entirely, leaving only his white sock. His heart is beating in his ears as he waits for the inevitable harsh sting, but he’s caught off guard when instead, Toji goes quiet.
The hand on his mouth moves, only to turn to two fingers pressing right against his tongue.
“Get to it.”
He could feel the sadistic grin the man was wearing. That didn’t stop him from helplessly obeying as he suckled like a newborn puppy, sliding his tongue between the digits as he jerked his hips from a simple gust of air. His cock was almost purple with how badly it needed some sort of friction, Yuuji was certain he’d be able to cum just from a touch of Toji’s hand again.
He’s positive that’s why the man stopped. Toji wants Yuuji to work for it.
Truly a boomer. But a bangable one at the very least.
Yuuji continues to suck, the pads of Toji’s large fingers barely poking the back of his throat as he softly gags. His fingers are soaked in his spit as the gagging only makes pangs of pleasure shoot down to his cock, muddling his thoughts as he holds his legs up, giving Toji all the access he could need to just fuck him senseless.
“That’s it, that’s a good boy.” Toji eventually praises, taking his fingers out of Yuuji’s mouth while his other hand starts to fist his cock. “Hold yourself open. Bite that pillow.”
It’s biting and harsh, and Yuuji isn’t given a warning as the two fingers slam inside of him, spearing him open and forcing their way into him. The way they angrily and impatiently scissor him open has him grunting and sinking his teeth into the cotton of his pillow, hissing with every bump and scrape.
He’s losing his god damn mind. It’s too hot, too empty, too fucking much. He needs Toji inside, fucking with his full weight, bitching him and making him into a pathetic mess. Toji seemingly loves to drag things out even if it makes him just as pent up, because he’s chuckling in his ear about how cute he is for being eager and impatient.
“If you don’t fuck me I swear to god!” Yuuji hisses, whining in the back of his throat as he feels Toji slip in a third finger, roughly spreading his digits apart to stretch open Yuuji’s entrance. “Keep talking like that I’ll fuck Megumi instead. Desperate brats don’t get this cock if they can’t behave.”
The way Toji bites back, how he easily puts him in his place, it’s making his head spin. He sucks in another breath, barely able to cover his mouth in time when a moan is punched out of him as the head of Toji’s cock breaches him.
There’s an arm around his throat, his face buried into the bend as more and more of Toji’s member forces its way into his guts. It’s too much, but it’s too good for Yuuji to tell him to stop. He slaps at his arm, but his hips press back to get that monster deeper inside, the agonizingly slow pace making him feel like he’s truly going insane.
“That’s it. Take my cock baby, made to take it. I’ll fuck you so stupid sweetheart, make that hole break while you take all my cum.” Toji’s thrusts are greedy and erratic. He’s lost the plot on being gentle and quiet as Yuuji’s heat engulfing his length has him on another plane. His words spill out faster than he can think as he pulls out just enough to thrust back in, uncaring how Yuuji claws at his arm and starts to draw blood.
He feels like he can’t even breathe. He knows he can, but somehow every breath in feels like it isn't enough as Toji takes what he wants. In and out again and again at his own pace, uncaring if Yuuji feels good or not.
Uncaring that Megumi could hear them.
Yuuji’s cock was still that deep angry purple, needing just a bit more to tip him over the edge as Toji began fully thrusting with abandon. His hips were fucking into him like a machine as the head of his cock nudged perfectly over his prostate, abusing his hole as Yuuji felt completely helpless, taking everything Toji was giving him.
“Dirty whore like you would look so good as my next victim-” Toji blurts out, causing Yuuji’s face to go pale. He can barely process what the man was saying as Toji adjusts, his other hand holding Yuuji’s thigh up so he could fuck into him deeper, more aggressively, his thighs straining with every pump.
“-Won’t kill you. You’re worth more alive as living fuck meat. You’d look so good gagging on my cock while I hold your nose. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Strutting around like this all day, making me want to hold your head under water while I fuck your tight hole, give Gumi a good show of what happens when good boys turn to needy sluts.”
Yuuji feels fear spike in his core, ice cold and sobering. The arm covering his mouth finally moves away, allowing more air to come into his lungs, but it's short lived as Toji forces a deep kiss.
Their tongues swipe over one another messily. It’s starved, demanding, and all parts debauched and lewd as Toji pummels into Yuuji faster and faster. The weight of his thrusts have his body jolting and lurching, keeping true to the promise of using Yuuji like a doll.
Yuuji can only manage whimpers and sobs, hiccuping as Toji drags out every bit of this that he can. The hungry sucks to his tongue, the brutal way he’s being used, and the fucked up confession all have him just to the point of climax, but it isn’t enough. He doesn’t even know if he wants to anymore, but that doesn’t matter to the older man who’s plowing into him so hard their skin smacking is no longer muffled.
The sleeping bag can only hide so much.
Toji indulges himself. His cock is being milked by the tightest hole he’s had in years, and he isn’t wasting a single second of it. He doesn’t care if Megumi hears them. If anything, he wants the little angel to join. He deserves to see how he takes apart worthless sluts so Megumi knows daddy is only gentle with him.
One day the boy will break and let Toji take care of him. It’s just sad that it's not today.
But how can he complain when Yuuji is playing his part perfectly, and tightens like the perfect vice?
The brutal thrusts keep the perfect tempo as Yuuji weakly sobs, gasping into his own hand to have a modicum of decency. It’s a moot point when Toji easily pins his arms down, grinding his cock right against every nerve inside of his overstimulated body.
It’s too much. It’s too good.
Yuuji doesn’t even know what he’s babbling as he feels his back going taut, his body arching as best it can while in his position as his mouth is covered once more. Toji whispers in his ear to guide him through it, making every twitch and pulse of his orgasm all the more intense and nearly unbearable.
“That’s it. Good little whore. Cum. Cum for me. That’s it, cum on my cock, milk me! Milk me for my cum while you let those pretty eyes roll back. Such a good little cockslut.”
Yuuji can’t hide the garbled wail that comes from deep in his chest. His body seizes like he’s been struck with a stun gun, shaking and tensing as his orgasm rips through him. It’s violent and intense, leaving Yuuji nothing to hold onto as his ability to speak, let alone stand up, completely dissipates.
Toji gives four final pumps while Yuuji’s fighting for his life, each one more sloppy than the last, desperate to bury his cock to the hilt and for his balls to be drained. Their breaths are loud and unabashed, catching whatever air they can as the aftershocks feel like lightning. It’s like electricity is skittering across their skin as the two bask in their sweat and dare Yuuji say, shame.
“Being a killer gets you to make that much noise, huh? You’re a little fucked up kiddo.” Toji laughs, allowing his cock to slip free. He bites his lip as he watches the cum dribble out in a quick flow, staining their clothes and absolutely ruining the sleeping bag.
His fingers gently prod at Yuuji’s entrance as he hiccups, jerking from the overstimulation as Toji coos in his ear, curling and pumping the digits as he steals sweet, soft, reassuring kisses.
“Mm ngh. Go ahead baby. Let yourself feel good. Daddy’s here, he’s got you. One more for me, can you do it? You’re so cute when you want to cum your little brains out. That’s it - yeah, that’s it. “
Yuuji whines, hiding his face under his arm as Toji milks his prostate, stroking his cock in sync as it pitifully leaks and spurts out yet another load onto his stomach, the warmth traveling down his navel and dipping into the creases of his hips.
He severely underestimated just how good of a fuck this would be.
And how serious megumi was when he said he couldn’t talk about the work Toji does.
“Poor thing. Came so little. You sure you don’t have more for me? Mmm I bet you look so good covered in your own mess and letting me play with you. Why won’t you answer? Did daddy fuck the brat out of you?”
It’s so deep and dominant, Yuuji can’t help but nod pitifully. He’s so overwhelmed and terrified, and trying not to slip into a state of survival as the thought of waking Megumi up is far forgotten.
There’s a gentle kiss to his cheek. It catches Yuuji off guard as he peeks from under his arm, sniffling and wincing as his body starts to feel the aftermath of it all. His wet hazel meets a gentle emerald, and in that moment, he feels like his heart flutters.
It’s probably nothing.
He’s just feeling like a victim, he isn’t falling in love with those sweet yet dangerous eyes. Never! He…
“Shh shh…It’s ok. I’ll get us cleaned up, and make sure you’re ok. Is it ok for me to take stuff off sweetheart? You can shake or nod, I understand. You did amazing. Just let me help ok?” Toji assures, as gentle and genuine as anyone could be while he adjusts Yuuji's body to be less bent, giving a soft massage to his calves.
The touch was oddly grounding. It made the tent feel less and less like a final resting place and more like a warm den he could curl up in. Safe, sound, and serene.
God - Why was this so sweet? Didn’t he just say he would be a corpse or something?! He doesn’t know anymore, he just wants to close his eyes and wake up clean. It’s messy and sticky and warm and-
“I gotcha, I gotcha. Stay there. I’ll be right back with some pain meds and something to drink.” He gives Yuuji’s head a gentle kiss, pressing his lips to his hair like a lover would. Yuuji wants to ignore that. It doesn’t make his stomach feel butterflies, absolutely not. He isn’t sappy like that.
Is He?
The night goes softly after that. Yuuji felt so oddly taken care of despite the rough fuck wrecking his body. He’s stiff and sore as they wake up the next morning, everyone acting like nothing happened, and as if Megumi truly slept through it all.
He had some serious questions answered. Some he understood, others were more bewildering than anything. The good news is, Yuuji knows where he stands between the two, and knows that as long as Megumi wants him around, he can stay.
That and Toji wants another go with a more pillow princess approach soon. Yuuji can’t lie and say he isn’t excited to see what that could entail. A killer for hire wanting to make him the center of attention? What more could he want?! (Well, he wants Megumi involved, but they’ll get there. Discussing a plan to more or less make him a willing victim tied to a radiator was absolutely brought up while Yuuji rehydrated.)
As Yuuji was changing into his swim wear again, his eyes found a certain journal laying out again. He’s tempted to see if there was any sort of new entry. However, with Megumi calling his name outside the tent, he’ll have to wait for when the smores are done and they’re tuckered out from swimming again.
He wonders if there’s any details he could help fill Megumi in on, since he wants to be an author so badly.