Surge of the Flesh

The heavy rain was still pouring, and it seemed like it wouldn’t stop until morning. The news on TV earlier mentioned a typhoon. The streets were already covered in water; it looked like it was going to flood again. It was already midnight, yet my mind was still wide awake. I was lying on the sofa in the living room, waiting for my father to arrive home from work. This was the kind of weather I hated the most.

The blowing wind and the patter of rain were the only things I could hear. Here I was again, lost in my thoughts. Thinking, asking, wondering, and searching for answers as to why I was even born into this world. If all I ever experienced was pain, and even the slightest bit of love was denied to me by my parents, then what was the point of my existence?

I am Toby, eighteen years old. I stand about 5'7". I’m a bit slender and fair-skinned, which suits my thin lips. My cheeks are naturally a bit rosy, and my face is pleasant. My hair is long, occasionally falling over my eyes. I have long eyelashes that provide expression to my sorrowful eyes and face.

I am currently studying at a university here in Manila. I am a simple person, to put it plainly. I like a simple life. I am an only child because my parents didn’t have any more children. My mother died right after giving birth to me.

I have only been here in Manila with Papa for two years. Papa decided to rent a place here because this is where his job assigned him.

We live in an apartment with three bedrooms. It’s nice and quite spacious. The living room and kitchen are large. There is a vacant lot at the back where vegetables can be planted, surrounded by high concrete walls so no one can see inside. The apartment has two floors, and all the rooms are on the second floor. It is a row of four identical apartments.

Each unit has fences on the sides and its gate. There is also a balcony upstairs for hanging laundry or hanging out. It looks clean, mostly due to the paint job. Everything, including the surrounding fences, is painted neatly. For now, we are the only ones living in the apartment complex. We are in the end unit, and the other three are unoccupied. It takes a bit of a walk to reach the neighbors because the houses next to us are quite far, so I haven’t really made any friends here.

Papa is a factory worker supervisor. His salary is moderate. He is consistently occupied with work, which results in infrequent interactions and limited communication at home. Even when we are both home, we barely speak or acknowledge each other.

I have always yearned for a father’s love. I have a father, but he has never treated me like a son. He treats me like a stranger, a tool that needs to be fed and kept alive just to be useful in the end. This is what causes me the most pain and hatred. I cannot say we are close... because the relationship between us is cold.

No matter what I do to make him proud or make him love me, he refuses to do it; he refuses to express even a speck of affection. I am starving for the love I desperately seek in a family. Because of this, I seek it from my friends who haven’t left or abandoned me. Whatever love I lacked from my father, they filled that void. However, now that we’ve moved, it’s been challenging because they are so far away.

Even though we communicate, it’s still difficult not to see them in person. If it were my decision, I would not have chosen to leave our former residence, as we held ownership of that house and lot. That’s where I grew up and became aware of the world. But Papa decided to leave it and sell it. Even though it was against my will, there was nothing I could do. What can someone like me do? Except follow everything my father wants.

If you asked me, I was happier in our old place because I felt secure there. I had hoped to build my assets there once I graduated and found a suitable job. In our old town, I had numerous friends who, although not related to me, supported me through all my challenges. They provided me with the home I had long yearned for and the love my father had never shown me as a son.

Back when we lived in the province, I graduated as the high school valedictorian. However, Papa failed to show up during the medal pinning and ceremony.

I was so dismayed and hurt because he didn’t even bother to come. The absence of someone to pin the medals and awards I received nearly brought me to tears. Thankfully, I had teachers who were very proud of me and stood in for him during those moments.

For that reason, I felt so resentful and hurt that I decided to run away for a week and stay with a friend. However, he didn’t worry, nor did he bother to look for me. After a week of running away, I was forced to go home because I was ashamed of imposing on my friend’s family and the trouble I caused them.

When I returned to our house, instead of being greeted by a worried father who wanted to hug me and ask where I had been, I was met with a different reality. He immediately greeted me with punches to my stomach and face, causing me to instantly collapse. The force of his blows nearly knocked me unconscious, leaving my body bruised.

As much as I wanted to leave and never return, I couldn’t do it. I was afraid of being alone in life and being separated from the only person related to me by blood, even if he never treated me as family. I don’t want to be alone... I am terrified of being alone.

He is my only family. Even in the most dire circumstances, he remains the only family I have, the only flesh and blood I know. I just tell myself he is like this because he blames me for Mama’s death. I am the reason the woman he loved is gone.

Though it hurts that I am the cause of my mother’s loss, I continue to fight in life. What would my mother’s struggle be for, carrying me and birthing me, if I didn’t strive to live? It would be like wasting the sacrifice she made for me. So no matter what Papa does to me, I will never give up on life.

Papa Magnus is a huge man; he has American ancestry. As far as I know, his father was American, while his mother was a mestiza—Filipina mixed with Spanish. He is thirty-three years old, but it doesn’t show in his appearance. Papa is tall, probably around 6'4", and his physique is truly muscular, likely due to exercise and always going to the gym when he has time.

His hair is a brownish color that suits his face. He is elegant yet very brisk and rugged when he speaks, with a deep, full voice. He possesses an impressive physique, with minimal fat around his abdomen, and his eight-pack abs are highly well-defined. His skin tone is just right, not too fair nor too dark. In short, he is moreno. He has soulful eyes that seem to speak whenever he stares at you.

He has a sharp nose and beautiful lips. He has white, even teeth, making him stand out from the crowd. It’s undeniable that he has strong sex appeal because it seems he can make any woman fall in love just by looking at them. I’ve seen how he does it before, especially when we are buying something at the market. He always gets a discount!

Occasionally, it’s even free. Aside from this, he is athletic, as he always plays basketball, and undeniably handsome. Many are obsessed and have a crush on him. When he walks in the mall, or rides a jeepney, or wherever he goes, many women and gay men look at him. It’s impossible not to notice him when he walks down the street because of his height and inherent handsomeness.

He catches attention, so to speak. Occasionally, some even ask for pictures with him. The only problem is that he is snobbish and very short-tempered. Aside from that, he hates gay men because of how they act when they try to get his attention.

Papa was still in his youth when he got my mother pregnant with me. My mother’s pregnancy was hidden, and her parents didn’t know. They only found out she was pregnant when she died in childbirth. As a result, Mama’s parents were furious and did not accept Papa. In the end, they rejected Papa, and that included me.

When I was born, he raised me all by himself. He was also orphaned early. Papa was only twelve when he lost his mother, and he never even met his foreign father. I am unable to thoroughly understand how he was able to raise me alone without any assistance at such a young age. Therefore, I understand that he struggled to survive at that time, having become an orphan at a young age and taking on responsibility. Therefore, I owe him a deep sense of gratitude for raising me, as I am unaware of the challenges he faced in caring for me alone.

This is the primary reason I have not separated from him; even if he did not love me, he still maintained my presence. So I just force it into my mind that I am still important to him as a son, and even though I am aware that my importance to him is limited to being a helper, I still maintain this belief. Although I don’t ask him about these things, I learn all of this when he gets drunk. He forces me to listen to all his sermons and stories. He yells at me constantly, scolds me, and occasionally beats me for no reason. That’s why I am terrified of him. Especially with his massive build.

The rain was getting stronger, so I decided to charge the flashlights, just in case there was a brownout. I lay back down on the sofa and didn’t realize I had fallen asleep.

“Toby! Hey Toby! Open the door! Damn, kid!” The banging on the door continued.

“It’s Papa!” I screamed to myself.

“I’m coming!” I immediately scrambled up from the sofa and opened the door. Papa had arrived.

“You son of a bitch! What are you doing, taking so long to open the door, huh!?” he growled. It was obvious from his voice that he had been drinking.

“Sorry, Papa, I fell asleep. Have you had dinner? I’ll prepare some food for you.”

“Don’t bother! I’m done eating,” he snapped back.

I remained standing near him, quietly waiting in case he had a sudden order for me. Papa was soaking wet, standing outside the door. I could strongly smell the stench of alcohol and cigarettes on him. He probably came back from drinking with his coworkers again.

I accidentally glanced at his body because of his appearance. Water was dripping from his soaking wet hair onto his clothes. He was wearing black shoes and slacks with a black belt, and his top was a white long-sleeved shirt tucked into his waist.

In his state, his entire body was outlined against his clothes because they were soaked from the rain. My eyes could clearly see how fit his body was inside the long, wet sleeves clinging to it. His eight-pack abs were molding through the fabric.

But there was one thing my eyes accidentally noticed. It was the massive bulge in front, beneath his soaking wet black slacks, that shocked me. Because his slacks were wet, they were clinging tightly. I couldn’t understand myself; it felt like the saliva in my throat suddenly dried up at what I was seeing.

“Get me a towel. This bullshit rain!” he said irritably as he slowly unbuttoned his white long sleeves.

I snapped out of staring at his crotch when I heard his command. I quickly looked away.

“J-just a moment, Papa.”

I quickly ran up to a vacant room upstairs, found his towel, and grabbed it.

I knew he was drunk, so I shouldn’t be sluggish or slow in my movements, or he might vent his anger on me. I was on my way back, carrying his towel. However, as I was about to go down the stairs, I was shocked, causing my eyes to widen.

Papa was already undressed! He was just in his briefs! I almost turned into a statue where I stood, and my body slowly heated up in a way I couldn’t explain. His white briefs had become slightly transparent because they were wet. Because of this, his enormous manhood was exposed, leaning to the left inside his wet briefs. Even the shape of the head was visible. My eyes almost popped out at what I was witnessing. My chest pounded rapidly with nervousness, and I felt like I was having trouble breathing.

It felt like my chest was going to explode from the speed of my heartbeat. It was the first time in my entire life seeing my father in this state, and I didn’t know what possessed me, but I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t move; I was stunned where I stood. However, Papa just walked inside, not caring about his appearance, and carelessly threw his clothes and shoes on the floor. He sat on the sofa, legs spread wide, without a care, and rested his head on the backrest.

“Hurry, Toby, you’re taking too long!” He shouted with his eyes closed.

“Ah-oh... yes!” I immediately went down, almost tripping in my panic, and handed him the towel nervously.

“Here it is, Papa,” I added.

Papa’s eyes were still closed; it was obvious the alcohol had hit him. I don’t know why, but I seemed to take the opportunity to look at the outline of the massive bulge below. Seeing it up close almost made my jaw drop. Papa’s member was huge even when it was fully asleep! But without warning, he suddenly opened his eyes, which panicked me greatly. So I immediately looked away and pretended to be normal.

“Pick up those clothes and put them in the laundry. Just wash them tomorrow since it’s Saturday. And wipe the sofa and floor since they got wet,” he said, pointing to his clothes and taking the towel.

“Okay, Papa.”

I immediately picked up the clothes he had thrown on the floor and put his shoes in the shoe rack. Papa stood up immediately, threw the towel over his shoulder, and went to the bathroom to shower. From where I was standing, I could clearly see the curve of his buttocks as he walked away toward the bathroom. He looked sexy, and his nakedness was beautiful to watch. He looked like a model coveted by a renowned underwear brand abroad because of his physique.

He took quite a while showering. When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he was wrapped in a towel. He went straight up to his room, and the large bulge below was still noticeably visible. I just looked away.

After wiping the sofa and floor, I put his clothes in the bathroom because they were so wet. I turned off the light in the living room, unplugged the flashlight charger, and cleaned my hands before leaving the restroom. I also went upstairs to my room to sleep. I was about to lie down when suddenly someone knocked on my door.

“Jessie, open the door!” Dad shouted angrily. I quickly went to the door and asked him to open it.

“Oh, Dad, what do you need?” Dad was just wearing a shirt and shorts, carrying his pillow and blanket.

“I’ll sleep here. Fuck! The wind and rain are coming into the room! The window blinds are broken. The mattress on the bed and the floor are soaking wet! Didn’t you even hear the window breaking earlier in the house!?” His voice was filled with extreme annoyance.

“I just arrived at the apartment this afternoon, Pa. Maybe it broke at noon because the wind was so strong earlier. Maybe it was hit by a tree branch outside that broke it. Let’s just sleep next to each other in my bed, Pa. I’ll just clean up what broke first. Go to sleep now,” I replied.

“Eh... where did you go, you filthy louse, and you didn’t even hear the window break? You must have been wandering around, right? Answer me!” He grabbed me and slapped me on the cheek.

“N-no, Papa, didn’t you say last time that I should find a part-time job?” So, I searched for a part-time job this morning and afternoon. That’s why I wasn’t home earlier,” I stammered, terrified.

“Just make sure you were looking for a part-time job because if not, I will smash your face against the wall! Go on, clean my room. Hurry!” He shoved me out.

“And dry that mattress tomorrow!” he added and immediately climbed into bed.

“Y-yes, Papa,” I answered, terrified.

When I entered his room, I immediately turned on the light. Three broken jalousie windows welcomed me, allowing water and wind to enter. I quickly grabbed a dustpan. Using a broom, I swept up the glass shards and put them in the trash. After sweeping all the glass, I swept the water scattered on the floor into a bucket. I also took a piece of plywood and placed it over the broken window so the water and wind wouldn’t enter the room anymore. After cleaning everything, I dumped the water in the backyard.

When I was heading back to my room, I carefully opened the door and saw that Papa was asleep. Even though the main light was off, I could still see him because of the light coming from the lampshade on the table beside the head of the bed. He was sleeping soundly and snoring. He was lying on his back, legs spread wide, and he had taken off his undershirt. His lower body, from waist to feet, was covered by a blanket.

Because of the light from the lampshade, I could see my father’s body clearly. His abs looked like they were intentionally carved because of their beautiful form. His chest was clean and smooth, with a little hair growing from his navel downwards, but not thick. I could also see the large veins running from his shoulders down to his arms, resting at his sides.

I slowly closed the door and approached the bed. I sat on the other side of it. My eyes slowly wandered. First, I looked at his face.

I stared at his face, and it was undeniably true that he was incredibly handsome. At the back of my mind, I thought I should slowly remove the fabric covering him. I couldn’t understand or explain to myself why I was staring at the bulge of his member.

This was the first time I had really observed it closely. My whole body was trembling with extreme nervousness. Gradually, I felt something strange that I couldn’t explain to myself. It was like a fire ignited inside my body, and as time passed, it grew hotter and traveled through every fiber of my flesh, causing me to suddenly feel thirsty. It wasn’t until I realized that the feeling was an intense desire fueled by the lust creeping over me.

This doesn’t seem right! Wrong! Toby, could you please stop? What’s going on with you? That’s your father, your Papa! Idiot! Crazy! Stop this foolishness! Are you turning gay? I screamed in my mind.

I was about to leave and go to my bed. But suddenly, he groaned and moved. He abruptly put his right hand under the blanket and scratched his front. After scratching it, he placed his hand on his stomach. I froze and felt stiff where I sat.

Because of what he did, the position of his manhood shifted, and it bulged even more under the blanket.

It was like something triggered me that I couldn’t explain. I stared at his front again, and slowly, it consumed my mind. I went blank and started to lose my mind. I didn’t realize that I could no longer stop myself from doing a shocking thing. Suddenly, lust overflowed in my body! It gradually consumed me, causing my vision to darken.

I looked at his face again to make sure he was sound asleep. When I saw and felt that he was truly in a deep sleep, I slowly placed my trembling hand on the bulge in the middle of his body to touch it.

When I placed my hand on his bulge, I let out a sigh. It was like electricity flowed from my hand when I grasped his mound. The current seemed to travel through my whole body and flow through all my veins. Suddenly, the hair on my arms stood up and quickly traveled to the hairs on the back of my neck like electricity.

I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva due to extreme nervousness and lust because of its size. Gently, I felt his sleeping manhood in my palm. I couldn’t believe I could do this to Papa while he was completely unaware. I slowly moved my hand in a gentle caress and felt its shape in my palm for a few minutes. Carefully, I pressed it into my palm and stroked it over and over again. Until gradually, it hardened and came to life!

It slowly grew in my palm, and suddenly I felt it throb! I was slightly shocked and amazed by the sensation. It was a sign that his body liked it. So lust prevailed in my body over fear. Desire and lewdness dominated my mind and body.

I looked at his face again, and nothing changed. So I pressed my palm harder and became rougher in stroking it. I held and squeezed the shaft of his member and felt it with my hand. Eventually, it slowly stood up, causing Papa’s blanket to form a tent over his midsection, leaning to one side.

My jaw dropped at what I saw. His member lifted the blanket covering his lower body. As a result, my nervousness completely vanished due to what I had witnessed. I slowly lifted and removed the blanket, and I was shocked by what I saw!

Papa was only in his briefs! He hadn’t put on shorts! He was wearing thin white briefs, so my two eyes could clearly see the monster of a pet he had, wanting to break free from its confinement. I salivated at the sight.

His shaft was hard, standing sideways to the left because his tight briefs were restraining it. It looked like it couldn’t breathe in hiding because of the fabric holding it back. I looked at Papa’s face again. He was still fast asleep.

I returned my gaze to his member and grabbed it again, stroking it harder with pressure and roughness. Then suddenly, it throbbed! I was startled by what I saw and felt in my palm. It seemed to grow even longer and fatter! I didn’t hesitate anymore.

Shamelessly, I stroked it until, a few moments later, a little pre-cum leaked from the tip. I was heated and salivating because I felt like I wanted to taste it. I was craving it so much. It was as if I lost all my senses, and slowly I lowered my head and buried my face firmly into his large bulge. Breathlessly, I inhaled the aroma coming from it.

I closed my eyes at the extreme pleasure and lust I was feeling. It smelled so masculine! I wasn’t content anymore, so I stuck out my tongue and licked the fluid that had stuck to his briefs. I used the tip of my tongue, making it firm, and wiggled it over the part of his briefs where the opening of his package was. I tasted the fluid, and it was slightly sweet, which made me thirst even more.

Driven by curiosity and intense desire, I had decided on what to do.

Still bowing over Papa’s member, I slowly pulled his briefs down in front. When I lowered the fabric blocking his member, it suddenly broke free. His weapon bounced and slapped against my face! Out of shock, I couldn’t move. I was magnetized and froze for a moment due to the sudden event.

When I recovered from the shock, I tucked the garter of his briefs under his balls. I slowly pulled my face back a bit to openly admire it.

I could clearly see his angry pet! It was standing firmly and leaning slightly to the left. I got goosebumps at the sight and swallowed my spit while biting my lip. It was so big and long!

I stared intently at his weapon, wanting to imprint it in my mind. The veins of his member looked furious. The reddish, large head looked like a mushroom or a bell fruit. His extremely thick weapon looked like a child’s leg. His enormous balls were like fruit, full of seed, with sparse hair growing around his member. I was almost going crazy at what I was seeing; it felt like I had fulfilled the fantasy of my flesh because of what I witnessed.

Truly, the cocks of those with mixed foreign blood are huge. Carefully, I brought my hand closer and held the shaft of his member. I shivered and burned as I enclosed it in my palm; it was hot! Because of the extreme girth of his pet, I couldn’t hold it fully with one hand. I couldn’t believe its thickness because it wasn’t normal. It was absolutely massive!

It’s so huge. Is this even human? It’s just too big! I screamed in my mind.

I swallowed.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind that taking advantage of Papa was payback for all his abuse toward me. I was literally drooling over the meal served in front of me. Giant meat! The giant piece of meat belonged to my father!

“Fine, this is your payment to me, Papa, for being abusive!” I said this while focusing on his massive member.

I didn’t hesitate any longer. I brought my face close and licked his large balls, biting them gently in turn. I slowly took one into my mouth. It was huge, and I played with it using my tongue.

After a few minutes of diving into his balls, I spat it out and immediately licked it again like ice cream. As I licked his balls, my tongue moved to the shaft of his throbbing pet. Voraciously, I licked the shaft of his baton.

I treated it like a lollipop while slowly jerking it off. I felt like a lunatic because of the extreme pleasure I was feeling. I think I lost my right mind to lust.

I sped up the stroking of his member a bit, now using both hands. A few minutes passed, and a bit more fluid leaked from the tip of his giant shaft, and my palm felt it.

I immediately brought my palm, wet with his fluid, to my mouth and licked it until I had cleaned it all off. I continued to stroke his member relentlessly, occasionally squeezing it tightly with one hand.

Then, I poked the opening of his member with my index finger while ceaselessly jerking it off. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to go all the way with Papa!

When suddenly...