Wyatt’s Tantrum by Josh Terrence
Dive into “Wyatt’s Tantrum” by Josh Terrence, a gripping gay sex story that explores passion, desire, and unexpected connections. Join Wyatt as he navigates a whirlwind of emotions and steamy encounters that will leave you breathless. Perfect for those seeking an exhilarating tale of love and lust—don’t miss out!
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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.
“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.