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"The Son"
by hollywooddeepthroat@gmail.com
I'm sure it's a safe assumption that rich and famous people buy their kids all sorts of extravagant things. Cars. Boats. Real estate. And some even arrange to have their college-age sons sucked off by a talented deepthroat with a fast-growing reputation in town.
My Christmas was shaping up to be me, a microwave meal and bad TV. Until I got this call on Christmas Eve:
Woman: I got your number from Eddie. Are you available tonight?
Me: Uh.... Available for what?
Woman: My husband and I are driving to Santa Barbara for the holiday and our 20 year old kid is home from college. I don't want him out tonight trolling for sex at some sleazy club. How soon can you be here?
Me: What exactly do you want me to do?
Woman: (exasperated) Do you, or do you not, perform acts of a sexual nature with other men? (Not waiting for an answer) I'll send a limo. The kid's a nympho. If you can keep him home tonight and out of the public eye, that would be great. Twenty minutes. Be waiting. (Click)
Huh? Twenty minutes (and forty more) later, a limo did glide up at the end of the drive. The driver let the window down and gave me a once over before indicating with a jerk of his head that I could slide into the back. Courteous stuff. The ride lasted another forty-five minutes; I could tell the chauffeur was deliberately meandering, so I wouldn't have any idea where I was at. He need not have bothered. I don't know one street from another in this town.
I was dropped off at a side entrance and told "The Son" would be camped out in the famous couple's guest quarters, which were ensconced neatly between the 12-car garage and the south wing of the main house. I had to hike up a steep set of stone stairs to reach the entrance, where someone -- presumably The Son -- had placed a smallhand-lettered note which read, "If your hear to suck me off than cum on in." I had to remember to ask him which prestigious school his famousparents were paying for.
The Son was propped up on a daybed, naked as fuck. His hair was long and blond and framed his pretty face. He was tan and smooth... so smooth that I immediately realized someone had taken a razor to him recently.
"Do you like it?" he asked, in a voice that was surprisingly deep for such a boyish young man. He rubbed his smooth nuts and ran his fingers over his bare crotch. His dick was hard and impressive. "A black guy named Delaware shaved me last night. He also fucked me about five times. My name's 'Slut,' what's yours?"
I chose to ignore the question. I lay down on my stomach between his legs and swallowed his cock to the balls, pressing my nose into his shorn lower belly.
"Fuck man, that's great! How many times can you make a guy cum? I'm a sex addict; I can go all night long." We were about to find out if he was good for more than one, because his cock was already spurting in the back of my throat.
After I gulped down his sweet cum, blondie pulled me up and started making out with me. While we were kissing, he tore my clothes off and tossed them on the floor. He ran his hand over my pubes and gave me a little look. "Not getting shaved tonight," I told him.
"Suck me again." He pushed me back down onto his (still hard) dick and fucked my mouth. Amazingly, he was shooting again in less than three minutes.
"How do you recover so quickly?" He shrugged, pulling his hard cock away from his body and letting it snap back against his taut belly. While he played with his cock, I went to work on his nipples, which seemed to delight him. As I licked and nibbled, I felt his thumb pushing my hole open.
"Mmmm, want to get fucked tonight?" He pushed down on my g-spot at just the right moment, and soon I was belly down, my face in a pillow... his cock up my ass. His third orgasm took a little longer, but I was flabbergasted that a guy (even a virile 20 year old) could unload three times in just over ten minutes. They were all big loads too; I could feel his third offering oozing out of my slot.
"Want to go out and find some black guys to fuck us? Or maybe we can go to this club I know about; it's all about blowjobs and they're always looking to find willing cocksuckers. I could pimp you out and have you loaded up with cum in no time."
As tempting as the scenario sounded (and as hard as it was making my cock), I told him that I was invited over by his mother to keep him occupied at home that evening. He picked that moment to show me a cheesy publicity shot of his parents, which was framed and hanging on the wall of the other room. Wow. I hadn't recognized her voice when she had talked to me on the phone, but as soon as I saw the photo, it was clear I had indeed talked to her.
"Those two, they're afraid if I'm out catting around the press will pick up on it and make them look bad. I have news for them; I've got a video of my dad screwing my former tutor. If either of them decide to fuck me over, the whole world will get to see my dad titfucking this 26 year old slut with big jugs."
I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond to any of this, but luckily we were back to sex a minute later. The kid proved just as adept at sucking cock as I was, engaging me in a wonderful sixty-nine that lasted six or seven blissful minutes; hell, that had to be an endurance record for the marathon cummer. Once again, I was surprised at how much cum was unloaded from his cock. He did take a breather to "replenish fluids," but after a bit we were fucking again, this time with me on top. I felt my own load sucked out of me, the kid's ass turning into a beautiful vacuum as he came (again!). He soaked the sheets while my load blasted deep into his gut. At that point I was worn out, but he rolled on top of me and made an announcement.
"Don't fall asleep on me yet. Fuck, we're just getting started!"