Jim and the Nasty Dad - Part 1
(scat, raunch)
Dear Clive
I can't believe my luck after what happened yesterday. Hold on to your balls you're going to empty them everywhere when I tell you. Joanna had sent me on the last minute Christmas present run for the mother in law (my earlier offer of buying her a shotgun to blow her moaning head off had not met with the desired response) so I'd traipsed into the city centre in a foul mood. On December 23rd. At rush hour. As you can imagine the shops were jam-packed. You might say a living hell. I was tasked with finding a Le Creuset cooking pot from John Lewis and just as I'd found the least extortionate one I could get my hands on, THEY walked past.
A scally dad in grey jogging pants bogged down with shopping bags, a face on him like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle, an arse bigger than his head and a bouncing bulge even bigger than that. And as if that wasn't mouth-watering enough, he was being led through the shop by a mini version of himself. A teenager with blond cropped hair, also in grey joggers, slim but with an arse that shook as he walked, his sullen face partially hidden under his cap as his dad had a go at him.
"I told you!" the dad grunted. "I've bought you enough shit already, drop the fucking attitude!"
"I hate you," the son replied. "You bought our Stevie FIFA 2020, why's he gotta be favourite?"
"You cheeky little bastard," the dad snarled. "Don't make me teach you a lesson!"
For some reason the tone of his voice and the look of fear in his son's face made my knob twitch in my jeans. There was something lascivious in the dad's voice, something almost predatory that spoke to a dark deep nasty horniness buried deep in my scrotum. I was so distracted I didn't even hear the shopgirl barking the price of my Le Creuset at me and was met with a face full of attitude as I finally handed my credit card over. When I finally paid I turned to see the son storm off and the dad chase. I was so intrigued I had to follow. Outside the store as carol singers bleated on and screaming toddlers threw tantrums demanding more Lego, the dad had cornered the son and was shouting in his face. I couldn't help but be drawn to the dad's crotch as the bulge seemed to grow, his sneering face leaning closer to that of his sulky son. He whispered something in the son's ear and as he did his hand slipped down and grazed his son's crotch ever so subtly. But I saw it. My semi hard cock grew even more and my mouth watered a little and just then... the father's eyes met mine.
I felt a jolt of fear and adrenalyn but the guy smirked. He'd caughted a bookish bespectacled skinny middle aged man watching him chastise and possibly molest his son and instead of anger there was a smirk. Almost a nod of acknowledgement. He gripped his son by the arm and steered him towards the next building and as he did his eyes met mine again. It was only when my gaze drifted up above his head I realised where he was ushering the boy... the public toilets...
My heart pounded so hard I worried it might leave my chest. My cock was starting to drool its slime in my boxers. I knew I had to follow. I had no idea what I would find inside the gents' toilets but I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
When I entered the first thing that hit me was the smell. Dried stale piss and lemon freshener made quite a heady combination. When I got in there I found three urinals in a row and two cubicles. The dad was stood at the far left urinal, his son in the centre. Nothing seemed to be unusual or untoward... until the dad turned and his eyes met mine. His face up close was much more ruggedly handsome, a broken boxer's nose, fat lips, blue piercing eyes. His son looked my way too and he really was a mini version, although his nose was undamaged, he had the big lips and those blue eyes - but whilst his fathers' were full of perversion, the boy's were big and innocent. The dad smirked and then lifted his right hand, sucking on his fat sausage-liked middle finger, and then I watched, mouth agape as his hand slid down inside his son's grey joggers from the back, over that bubble teen bum, and swiftly dug into it. The lad cried out as his dad was clearly sliding his fat finger into his boy cunt. He rammed it deep and hard, his big beefy arms flexing as he almost lifted the poor lad off the ground, picking him up like a bowling ball.
He removed the finger and held his hand under his nose, sniffing it.
"You wanna smell my lad's arse you dirty fucking perv?" he grunted.
"Yes. More than anything."
"Alright," he said. "Then it'll cost you."
"How much?"
"For a hundred you can smell and suck my finger. He's a dirty little fucker."
My hands shook as I reached for my wallet, the adrenaline coarsing through my veins. I found the hundred and shoved it in his free hand before taking his finger under my nose. Shit was under the nail and the sharp tang of boy anus was rife as he rubbed that finger all over my nose and lips before sliding it into my mouth. I sucked on it for all it was worth and looked down to see the dad's massive 10 inch tool was out and throbbing, cock snot oozing out of his fat dilated piss slit.
"That's it, taste my lad's shit. I've been tasting it for years!"
I slurped and sucked the finger clean then had an idea.
"I want to taste his arsehole," I gasped. "I've got another hundred on me."
He looked at his son who shook his head, embarrassed.
"No dad, it's dirty."
"He likes it dirty, look at his hard cock!" the dad said. "Anyway for another hundred quid I can get you them trainers you've been moaning at me for!"
The lad sighed, knowing he couldn't refuse that. He pulled his grey joggers down to reveal the most beautiful smooth chubby white arse I've ever seen. The dad kicked open a cubicle and made him bend over the toilet so that arse was in the air and spread. I could see his pink hole winking at me - tainted with a little mustard colour stain beckoning me to lick it clean. I threw another hundred at the dad before sinking to my knees. I parted the smoothest cheeks I've ever seen before taking a deep breath of that hole stink before sliding my hot long tongue into his quivering shitty boy canal. And boy was it tasty. Tangy, nutty, ripe. I went in deep, savouring his chunky peanut butter trench as he moaned, his hard spike dripping inches from my tongue. Then I saw a big fat calloused hand wrap around it. The dad was tugging his son as I licked him out deep.
"That's it," daddy growled. "Eat my boy out. I know that taste well! Suck his shitter open, go on..."
I slurped loud and hungry as dad's free hand grabbed the back of my head and forced me in further. My nose was deep in his boy's rank ring and I was in heaven as my tongue traced under his bald nutsack, hearing him moan and whimper. Then I smelled the sweat of the dad's cock as it sprung free inches from my face. I could resist. I sucked the dad's 10 inches right down my throat tasting his piss and pre cum.
"You cheeky fucker!" he yelled before pulling that cock free. "You don't get to suck my cock for free! That'll be another hundred."
"But I don't have anymore cash on me!" I cried. "Please just let me make you cum! All over your boy's hole!"
"I've got a better idea," he replied before shoving me down on to my back. I was lying face up next to the toilet when he dragged his son's joggers completely off his legs and squatted him over my face. That pink tight hole was open inches from my nose and the smell alone made me gush with pre cum. That unmistakable scent of unwashed teen lad hole that you know I crave so much, Clive. Well next thing I knew the dad was out of his joggers too and squatting behind the boy. His big hairy balls tickled my forehead as his throbbing dripping tool was lined up with his son's hole.
"Please dad!" the boy cried. "I'm still wrecked from last week when you brought uncle Jimmy round!"
"I told you I'd teach you a lesson you little cunt!" the dad responded and before I knew it that ten inch tool was tearing into the lad's poor hole. The lad screamed in agony as his dad shoved a big bulky hand over his mouth. I knew I should be stopping this barbaric abuse but my cock was harder than it's ever been and my mouth was opening, my tongue reaching up to the poor hole to coat it with spit as his dad split it open. The ten inches slid into the rectum of the ruined lad and banged it mercilessly over my face as I caught every colour of juice - yellow, cream, brown and red - as it poured out of the lad's ravaged rump.
The lad cried out and screamed as the dad pounded without any morals or mercy, yanking that cock out covered in shit and worse, before sliding it in my mouth for a clean and then ramming it back into the gaping gash that was once a tight boy hole. It didn't take long for the dad to blow his hot nasty load in there and to my surprise the boy emptied his balls all over neck and throat - he'd shot his load whether he meant to or not! The dad pulled that cock out and the boy's arse emptied into my mouth - that hot sperm mixed with anal juices red and brown, guts emptied on to my tongue.
As the dad stood and pulled his pants on he threw his son's joggers at him and told him to dress before someone came in. I saw the look of shock on his son's face as he staggered into his trousers. I wondered how many times the dad had done this and just how the son had remained intact!
Before they left the dad gave me his number and whispered, "That was nothing. If you pay me a grand I'll take this to the next level..."
"What does that mean?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the response.
"The more you pay me... the less limits... you name it..."
I've got his number here and that PPI claim came back with a nice little ten grand bonus for me... I shudder to think what I could have this sicko do to his son and God knows who else... well Clive... do you dare me?
PS. The mother in law HATED the Le Creuset. The miserable old bitch.
Jim x
Let me know what you think Nasty Dad would do for 10 grand - email me @puddingpuller@hotmail.com