Jim and the Nasty Dad pt 3
(scat, raunch, puke)
Dear Clive
Glad I was able to make you spend so much of that seed, I know how much you actually cum and I can imagine the mess you made whilst reading all about me and Gary and his son Ryan. Yes I know their names now. It felt strange texting with someone who's name I didn't know so I insisted he tell me. Yes I did receive the VHS and I think you've outdone yourself with this one. All I can say is I must visit Bratislava at some point. If that's how their dom tops treat their innocent fragile boys then quite frankly I want in. Do you think that ginger boy could actually walk after they've finished filming? The look on his face when he prolapsed was something else. And how sick that fifteen inch Fernando actually shushed him like a loving father and held his hand as he watched that red meat flop out all over the bed. The ending was quite special too, with the ginger boy's brother being led in blindfolded and having his face thrust into the cavernous mess that was his brother's sphincter. Then what they did to the brother! Surely that wasn't real??
Anyway I texted Gary almost as soon as I got home. I still stunk of his son's anal filth and the smell on my upper lip made me masturbate again. Funny how much cum I can still muster up these days, I don't think I've ever been so turned on or productive! Once I'd got his name I simply texted with '1,000... fist emoji'. He responded with the 'devil' emoji. A date was arranged and he said he'd call me with the address as he didn't want it written down. When he called there was loud dance music blurring in the background and he sounded pretty wired. He grunted, "Come now while I'm off it yeah?" I had reports to finish and had promised myself an early night but my heart pounded and my dick throbbed so hard I couldn't say no. He gave me the address - a rough council estate on the other side of town. The kind of place that was once a socialist utopia and is now a derelict wasteland of burned out playgrounds and broken dreams. I parked at a safe distance and made my way through gangs of scallies who terrified and aroused me in equal measure. Then when I got to the house I found the front door ajar and music blasting from inside.
"Hello?" I called, but got no reply. I walked into a surprisingly clean lounge, complete with big screen TV and a young woman passed out on the couch in front of Tipping Point. The irony. The music appeared to be coming from an open door under the stairs which I realised led down to a basement. I knew what to do. I followed the sounds down the wooden stairs until I found a den, complete with bed and sofa, a flickering old TV, a full bar... and Ryan flat out on a dirty mattress in the corner. He was laying face down, passed out, in just a pair of white Calvins stained brown down the back. His marble white skin beckoned me over like a canape laid out at a reception, and I couldn't help but fall to my knees and lean in to that dirty arse, still round and welcoming despite the onslaught it had received today. The smell was pungent and I couldn't resist rubbing my nose along the brown tainted material. My cock throbbed in my pants and i unzipped myself and started to slowly caress my aching member as I inhaled the stink of council estate boy butt.
"Go on," a voice growled. "Pull his undies down."
I looked up to see Gary stood above me in his track suit bottoms but nothing else. His thick sweaty body adorned with tattoos was quite the sight to behold. A cigar dangled from the side of his mouth. Cocaine residue around his nostrils.
"As you wish."
I tugged them down and found his arse crack smeared with shit and red gut juices. The perfect nasty combination. I leaned in and let the smell take me, my guts churning slightly as I parted them and found his mashed poor hole. I ran my tongue along it, that familiar taste from earlier today, juicy, visceral, nasty. I sank my tongue into that warm fleshy opening, wrecked and ready for more. Or maybe it wasn't. He wasn't going to have a choice. As I ate the destroyed anus I looked up to see Gary's fat shit smeared cock in his hand as he ran precum up and down it. It made a filthy squelching sound.
"That's it eat my boy," he grunted. "Kiss his wound better."
I tongued it, sucked it, spat it in it and Ryan started to murmur. He was coming to.
"Dad..."
"It's alright son," he said. "Daddy's here."
And he knelt down in front of him and slid that filthy cock straight into his waking mouth. Ryan gasped and gulped as his dad slid that smeared weapon right down his throat. I felt him clench his hole around my tongue as he tried to swallow that cock and struggled. There was a gagging, a retching.
"Take it you little cunt!" he growled and started to fuck his son's throat hard and fast. I heard a loud belching retch and looked up to see Ryan vomit all over his dad's cock and balls. Gary laughed, his eyes glazed with pig pleasure as he just went harder and deeper, scooping up that puke and sucking it off his own fingers. Then he slid his fingers down his own throat and started to retch too.
"Yes!" i cried, "puke on your son!"
And he did. His neck bulged with veins as he gurgled and retched and suddenly he exploded nasty puke all over Ryan's raped face. He kept pounding that cock and puking on his boy, the stink of their nasty depraved play filling the air. Ryan retched again and this time his anus expanded, his hole pushing out gut juice all over my face. The nasty waters swam in my mouth as the poor ruined hole gave out, sludge pouring down his thighs all over the mattress as his dad now squatted on his haunches to thrust harder down his throat. He held his nose so he couldn't breathe and went down that throat with gusto as I watched Ryan start to pass out.
"Daddy loves you!" he grunted as he held his son's limp head in his hands... then withdrew the cock.
Ryan gasped for air, coming back from the edge his head flopped back down on the mattress.
"Like that you dirty cunt?"
"Fucking love it," I said. "Here."
I fished out the thousand pounds with my dirty greasy hands smeared in his son's anal wreckage waters. He snatched it from me and threw it on the couch as he took some oil out from under the bed, dipping his arm in it.
"Fuck yeah, you wanna see me open him up?"
"Yes please," I gasped, stroking my solid prick.
"Right get him on his back."
I helped him roll Ryan over on to his back, then he pushed his knees to his chest and made me hold them in place.
"He's gonna scream," Gary grunted. "Keep him quiet with your fucking arse."
I didn't need asking twice. As Ryan moaned in delirium I stepped out of my jeans and boxers and, grabbing his knees and holding them to his chest - FUCK he was like a rag doll so easy to manipulate - I squatted over his face. He moaned as my hole suctioned on to his mouth, and his struggling tongue made my hard dick dance with delight, pouring precum all over my balls and his chin. I heard Gary take another line of coke and smear up his hand with squelching oil as he positioned himself between his teenage son's legs, the stink of his wrecked anus wafting up at us.
"Right boy. Here comes daddy!"
And with that he slid that hand in without mercy.
Ryan's cries were loud and guttural as his dad's arm disappeared inside him. I've never seen a man as hard as Gary, his cock throbbing and cumming without being touched as he plumbed the depths of his son's innards. He squelched in there deep and hard, grunting and laughing.
"Look me in the eye while I destroy my son's guts!" he growled, twisted his arm deeper as Ryan squealed beneath my open hole.
"Fuck, you're past the elbow!"
"Watch this!" he said, and he bent his arm to the right inside his boy and suddenly without warning Ryan's dick shot up in front of me and turned into a fountain of piss. I caught it in my mouth and Gary leaned forward and did the same as he pounded his son's bladder from within. Then with his free hand he grabbed my dick and started tugging me off. So with one hand he punched fuck out of his lad's guts and with the other he was bringing me off. I couldn't believe this was happening. By now Ryan's tongue had stopped struggling in my hole and he was becoming quieter under my arse.
"I'm so close!" I cried.
"Good job," he said. "Don't think he can stand much more."
He winked at me lasciviously as he said that, like he'd go even further if I wanted. Just the wink was enough to bring me over the edge but when I looked down and saw Gary's handprint push his son's stomach up from inside I lost it. I exploded feral fuck piss everywhere, covering his son and Gary's face too. I lost my balance and fell back, leaving Ryan's face and letting him breathe again.
He lay there in a daze as Gary pulled his arm out of him with a sickening squelching splatter. Ryan's prolapse fell out with it, a red tail strewn across the mattress as Gary held up a shit and gut smeared arm and started to lick it clean. As he did I got down there and started to suck his throbbing cock until after less than a minute he fired his jets of dad sperm down my throat.
I think I got my money's worth... but then... what will he do for 2 grand??
Whatever it is I might film it for your pleasure, Clive. But I warn you now. It'll cost you.
Wink wink.
Regards
Jim
What should Gary do for 2 grand? Email me puddingpuller@hotmail.com