Jim and the Nasty Dad Pt 10
(Scat, raunch, puke, WS, incest)
Jim!
My God, Jermaine sounds like a dream cum true. Or a nightmare for some poor inexperienced hole. I'm rubbing my hands together at the thought of introducing him to Tommy. If we got him together with big mean Gary they'd be quite the demolition team don't you think? I bet Jermaine had very fragrant balls. Whenever I see those boys hanging round council estates with their hands down their joggers I think they must be stroking up a storm just so they can sniff their own fingers afterwards. That ripe scrotum and undercarriage smell is something special don't you think?
Speaking of special, have I got a story for you! I had to stay late after work last night and was dragged along to dullsville drinks in the pub afterwards. Straight people talking about their offspring, mortgages, Sally from HR's got a new car, you can imagine I was RIVETED the whole time. The only escape I found was to do a vodka shot for every time something they said made me want to die inside so by midnight I was absolutely hammered. As usually happens, the phone came out, the app was switched on and I ended up talking utter filth with a selection of depraved cretins ranging from married men to single fathers to off-duty security guards. It wasn't long before my cock was drooling under the table making quite the mess of my sky blue briefs.
It turned out one of my chat buddies, "BEARPIG", was on my walking route home so without further ado I made my excuses and left. I could barely conceal my hard on behind my briefcase as I received messages from the dirty fucker telling me to make sure I arrived at his flat with a full bladder. Having sat drinking all night that was hardly going to be a challenge. His flat was a fifteen minute walk from the pub but it felt like double that as my bladder was filling with so much piss my back teeth were reaching for the arm-bands! The minute I hit his buzzer the door was open and up I went in an elevator that was looking very tempting as a temporary urinal. But alas I knew I would have a much more stimulating recipient for my urine on my arrival so I just about managed to hold it. I got to Flat 31 and the door was already open.
I pushed it gently and found myself in a hallway with bin bags all over the floor. Bearpig stepped out of a room on the left. The cutest little cub I've seen in a while, he was Spanish, dark skinned with a bald head and a fuzzy beard, the most succulent man tits I've seen in years too. He wore a red jock and his stout fat cock was boned up and juicy already.
"On your knees, quick!" I ordered, enjoying the authority already.
He wore a glazed look of desperation in his eyes as he fell to his knees and I unzipped. I struggled to drag my rigid bone out of its sweaty confines but the minute it was out the piss started to flow. He opened his mouth wide and moaned as my bitter yellow juice spurted on his face and into that beard.
"Swallow it!" I ordered and he engulfed my enflamed purple head in his silken mouth with a groan of delight. There's nothing quite like the relief of an aching bladder as it empties coupled with the hungry sucking of a piss pig who can't get enough of it. He drained me good and hard for close to two minutes such was the backlog of bladder water. Before I knew it he was deep-throating me like a pro, and I grabbed on to the sides of his head and started to thrust my tool deep into that wet hot pit of his throat. He began to gag and it only encouraged me to pick up the pace.
I pictured Tommy's hole as I started to really go to town on Bearpig's throat. I don't think he was expecting such an onslaught as I gripped tight on his head and really started to pound away. I could hear the slap of my hips on his face as I pummeled that whore throat mercilessly, imagining it was Tommy's virgin ring. The lust built like a wave in me as I heard him retch and looked down just in time to see all my piss come back up. It exploded out of his throat in hot yellow bile, pouring down his hairy chest.
I pulled my cock out and got on my knees so he could puke the rest into my mouth. Nothing quite like the acrid sting of one's own piss mixed with stomach lining as you snog a hungry piggy bear sharing the chunks and the stink between your sloppy tongues. He was noisy, moaning and groaning as he puked up into my mouth and I returned the favour all over his beautiful tits. Then i was down on them sucking and chewing on those engorged nipples, sucking the puke flavour off them like it was milk from a mother's teet. He pulled my pants down around my knees then bent me over and I let him, knowing a pig needs to be fed! The air on my hole as he parted my sweaty ripe cheeks was beautiful but not as amazing as his hot probing tongue as I felt him go to work cleaning up a day's worth of office-based shit and sweat. I felt his hand around my cock from behind as he milked me, groaning as he found the ripe cheesy flavours deep in my hairy cunt.
"Open your mouth!" I said and heard him moan in an 'ahhh' to show he was doing as he was told. I pushed and filled his mouth with a nasty ripe fart and he grunted his approval and lapped away at the hole even more. I could hear the squelch as he wanked himself off at the same time as me. As I continued to blow rippers into his waiting mouth I could hear his breathing become more laboured. He was clearly getting close. So I dragged my arse away and turned round, getting down underneath him to engulf his 7 inch tubster into my mouth.
"I'm gonna cum!" he grunted and then I was rewarded with pelt after pelt of thick creamy bear cum. I swallowed it down hungrily as I neared my own climax, but then before I could cum he pulled away, hit by the post-pig-cum guilt as he looked around at the mess.
"Oh my God this is disgusting!" he cried. "My roommate will have a fit! You have to go!"
"Go?" I cried. "I need to cum!"
"Please he'll kick me out! Please go!"
I couldn't believe it. As I watched the slightly comical sight of the jockstrapped bear sliding round on a puke and piss covered plastic floor, I zipped up and turned on my heels.
"Can we do it again?!" he called after me.
I had to laugh as I made my exit. I realised in the lift back down that I now stunk of puke and piss. I had to get home quickly, but lucky for me I only lived ten minutes from there. I hot-footed across the dual carriageway and was home by one thirty. I was most pleased with how the evening had ended but still hadn't shot my own load. So having showered some of Bearpig's stink off me I climbed naked into bed and was about to put one of our special videos on... I chose "Boys Lost on the Farm" for that scene with the stallion and the twins (now THAT is a lot of piss). But just as it was getting to the bit where the farmer locks them in the stable I heard some movement from next door...
Tommy was up and about. My cock already throbbing, I fell to my knees beside the bed and peered through our makeshift peep hole! Only when I looked and saw the lamp had come on I realised Tommy was in bed. The angle of the hole means I have a nice view of him as he sleeps. Usually face down, in his sweaty boxers, leg curled over the side of the bed so that arse is on display. But then suddenly my view was blocked. Someone was in his room! As Tommy snored, I willed whoever it was to move. I saw a pair of hairy legs and then something dropped to the floor.
It was a dressing gown. A naked man, chunky in build, a slight paunch, greying hair, was coming into view. Then I was gobsmacked when I recognised him. It was Tommy's dad! He was naked and standing over his sleeping son! His chunky arse faced me as his hand slid out of view and started to jerk. He was wanking himself off watching Tommy as he slept. Unable to believe my luck I slid my own hand down to my engorged dripping throbber as I watched Tommy's dad fall to his knees beside his son. He was holding his face over Tommy's upturned behind and taking deep sniffs as he wanked off. He was savouring his boy's arse stink like I had only days earlier. And then slowly his dad began to peel those boxers down, revealing Tommy's ripe hairy bum in all its glory.
"Oh son," he whispered. "You've been a very dirty lad."
And he started to lick the crack ever so gently, savouring the stinking treat trapped in his son's cheeks. He tugged his cock hard and fast as he tenderly cleaned his boy's arse as he slept. Then Tommy farted in his sleep - an almost comedic rip roarer - and his dad groaned and shot a fat wad of spunk all over Tommy's bedroom floor. Much like my piggy bear you could see the physical change in Tommy's dad as the guilt of what he'd done hit him. He quickly stood, his swinging tool dripping his load and flicking it on to Tommy's sleeping face by accident. And then he dashed out of there.
As I drew myself toward climax in a state of shock at what I'd witnessed, my eyes bulged like my dick as I saw Tommy open his eyes with a smirk and lick his dad's cum off his own lips. Then he rolled over to reveal a massive hard on of his own. He'd been awake the whole time!
"Did you like the show?" he whispered.
"Yes!" I responded through the hole. "Let me see you cum!"
He chuckled and shifted around so his legs were spread in my direction. His chunky thighs led to a mound of hair around plump fat balls and a nice solid six inch cock which he stroked hard and fast. But then he lifted those legs and I watched his fat cheeks part to reveal that beautiful hairy hole, yellow with shit stains.
"Push Tommy!" I whispered.
He did, and I got to see that crinkly yellow eye open and blossom and push a tiny piece of shit out on to the floor. As it hit his dad's spunk with a splodge Tommy shot his load into the air and I shot mine all over the wall. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten shots, one of the best loads I've ever blown. And this is all without even touching Tommy! And now I know what his dad is really like the opportunities are endless.
I heard the whinnying of a horse and the scream of a boy in pain and turned to see I'd left the video on. Oops. I wonder if Tommy and his dad like nature programmes...
Until next time
Clive
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