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I imagined myself coming here with Dad and Mark. Would I have enjoyed myself if I had joined them from the start? Could we have had fun in spite of Mark’s machinations? Would I have been able to keep him away from my dad?

There weren’t any obvious answers and the ride ended before I could come up with some. The car slowed to a stop in front of a nice enough cabin. There were no numbers on it, or on any of the others for that matter.

Regardless, this appeared to be the place. I thanked the driver and got out, remembering to bring my bag with me. The ground crunched underneath my shoes as I approached the front door. The whole time, my heart was pounding.

“You got this,” I told myself softly, glad at least that my voice had come back. “You can do it.”

In spite of this pep talk, my hand shook as I reached up to take hold of the knob. It turned before I could touch it. To my surprise, the door swung inward sharply. I jumped back slightly at the sight of a stern, slightly out-of-shape man in his forties. He had a mustache and wore a polo shirt. The eyes below his receding hairline narrowed at me.

“Can I help you?” he asked severely.

People were asking me that a lot today. At least Navarro had been nice about it.

“I'm looking for my dad,” I explained, feeling nervous for some reason. This guy had a way of making me feel as though I had done something wrong. “This was supposed to be our cabin.”

The stern man shook his head. “’Fraid not,” he replied before looking over my head and past me. “Hey, Phil! You know where…?” He paused and looked at me again. “What’d you say your name was?”

I gave him my dad’s full name instead, which the stern guy in the doorway repeated. When I looked in the direction he was facing, I saw another man in the road. It looked like he had been going for a walk along the road past the cabin.

“Oh yeah!” the man called Phil replied. “He and his son got upgraded to Bunny Burrow a couple days ago, I think.”

Hearing someone mistake Mark for me set my teeth on edge.

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“What the hell, Dad?” I wondered aloud in the quiet of my empty bedroom.

I had refrained from opening the window. The lights were off as well. It gave the impression that I was squatting inside of a cave. That felt appropriate given my current mood.

For the dozenth time, my hands went for my phone. I brought up the video Mark sent and scrolled through to the point where Mark set his phone down. The scene played out exactly as I recalled.

In the beginning, I told myself that I had been imagining things. The phone was pretty far from the picnic table. It would be easy for me to misread the situation.

I had told myself that several times. And each time, I would go back to the video. All it took to remind me was watching this same scene over again. It took me several tries, but my denial receded at long last.

I kept right on replaying, though. Try as hard as I might, I couldn’t stop jerking off to it. The look on Dad’s face in particular fascinated me.

It should have been me sitting on Dad’s lap. I should be the one feeding him those fries. He should be feeling my ass grind against his massive cudgel of a cock. The fact that some other punk was doing it instead sent rage pumping through my blood and I had to fight to keep from throwing my phone against the wall.

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My bed sheets were a mess!

It was the very next day. I lay in bed wearing nothing but the jockstrap I had fallen asleep in. The window was cracked slightly so my room could air out. This meant summer pollen could seep in, but I was already having a coughing fit.

The runny nose I had yesterday had given way to me hacking up a lung. Worse, my body had begun to ache all over. There was still no sign of a fever. That was a relief. Mom had gone to work already, but told me to call her if I felt even the slightest increase in my temperature.

I sure as shit felt feverish all right, but it wasn’t from COVID.

My phone was lying on the pillow next to me. The screen showed a picture of Dad standing beside Mark, holding up a trophy. There was a three-legged race that morning. Dad and Mark participated and won first place.

The picture after that was the one I had been fixated on all morning. I told myself that this was normal. There was nothing to do while I was sick but lie in bed and jerk off, after all.

None of that explained my sudden obsession with Dad’s body, though.

I had been scrolling through the pictures Mark sent since yesterday. They never failed to make my cock harden. It didn’t matter how many times I jerked off either. Inevitably, my balls would reload and I was ready for another stroke session.

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Mark messaged me again a moment later.

Lol. The resort staff thought I was your dad’s son.

That text came at me like a punch to the gut.

What?

Mark took a whole fucking ten minutes to answer me.

Yup! Lol. They were even commenting on how we look alike.

That had to be the biggest oversight in the history of the world. Mark looked nothing at all like my dad. He was blond and had green eyes. Dad was dark-haired and had blue eyes like mine. Even a child could figure that one out!

Mark’s next message—a whole eight minutes later—pissed me off even more.

Your dad played along.

He’s been calling me “son” this whole time.

My temper flared. I wanted to put my fist through my tablet. Dad was actually claiming that Mark was his son, and in front of other people?

“Not cool, Dad!” I yelled at the empty room.

My voice echoed off the walls. There was no one in the house except for me. Mom was at work and Dad was off in another state with Mark playing father-and-son with my best buddy. The isolation that had been eating away at me really hit home, then.

I was all alone.

I lay there feeling sorry for myself. Mark didn’t take nearly as long to message me back this time. His texts came within a couple of minutes.

Check out your Dad.

Dude, he is fucking hot as hell!

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