Jim and the Nasty Dad Part 7
(incest, scat, puke, raunch)
Hi Clive
My mouth and my dick both watered at your last message. So happy you got to smell and taste the stink of the boy next door. But surely you're going to have to taste the real thing. Preferably with me there holding his ankles by hears as you feast on his hairy trench. Then maybe you could give me a good deep snog so I can taste the remnants of his last teenage dump on your tongue? They love it when they see just how dirty us dirty old men are. I'll never forget the first time I went down on a rent boy on my trip to London and he looked at me in shock as I tongued his shit hole. He said "Seriously - you LIKE THAT SMELL?" I answered his question with a face full of my pent up spunk. I wonder where he is now...
So I had another text from Gary the Bad Dad. He said if I had a spare grand lying round he had something I might want to see. I asked if it involved Ryan and he responded with "No - he's still out of action". I dare say after the ordeal he was put through last week he'll be walking funny for months, the poor lad. It's strange how these scummy council estate dads treat their sons, they just let them get utterly damaged and think "Oh he'll be alright in a month or two he needs to man up". So I asked him what it involved and he just responded "Drink a pint of milk before you come over."
Well I had no idea what it could mean but just a text message from that man makes my cock swell so I knew I couldn't refuse. So en route I stopped at a local newsagent and bought myself a pint. I've never been fond of that white stuff, I prefer the other as you know, but needs must. So parked up outside the council estate I downed the pint straight from the bottle and made my way over. On the way I passed a youth in a black track suit and hoodie with half of his face covered by a black scarf. I'd have felt threatened if he didn't turn me on so much with his blazing green eyes caught in the shimmer of mid morning sun. And when his eyes met mine a charge shot through my body. I kept walking but couldn't resist a glance back over my shoulder and sure enough he was doing the same. Was I not on a promise I might have followed him to see just what could happen. A black eye, a stolen wallet or maybe I'd get another pint of milk this morning?
I got to Gary's door and found it open. Letting myself in I saw the basement door ajar so knew the drill. I passed the living room where THIS MORNING played on a giant tacky flat screen TV and a lump snored beneath a quilt on the white leather couch. I noted this time how spotlessly clean the house was. Say what you will about the poor - they make more of an effort to present a show home than us middle class mollies. I headed down the stairs and was surprised to find the seating area curtained off! Suddenly a hand on my shoulder and I turned to find Gary stood there in all his glory - naked, his cock hard and throbbing and smeared in what can only be described as filth. A mix of brown and red, a trail of pre cum dangling.
"Wow," I said. "Looks like I'm too late."
"Nah," said Gary. "Was just opening him up."
"Who?"
"My brother's lad - Ollie. Have a taste."
He forced me down on to my knees and I was presented with the foul smell of a lad's innards. Shit and gut juice glistened on the cock as I took it in my mouth. Fresh from downing the milk my gag reflex wasn't up to much and I started bawking almost immediately.
"Keep it in," Gary hissed as he slowly slid that monster down my throat. "Got a special place for that."
I sucked hungrily finding the flavour of Ollie's deepest regions to be foul but strangely addictive.
"You like that?"
I grunted my approval as I slurped on meat.
"Good," he said. "It's been right up past his belly button."
Those words made my dick actually spurt a mini load in my pants. I sucked hard as I heard Gary light up a spliff and drag on it. I was there for a good five minutes until he stopped me and dragged me to my feet. His eyes glazed, he blew a cloud of smoke in my face.
"OK time to meet Ollie."
He pulled the curtain back and my eyes bulged. There, strapped upside down to the dirty old couch, was a lad much shorter in stature than Ryan. Thin and weedy, his smooth body glistening with sweat and other fluids, his arse was spread and pointing at the ceiling. His eyes were open but blurred and he was gagged.
"You're awake then," Gary grunted. "Don't be passing out again I want you to feel this!"
The lad just looked at me in a dazed state and I wondered if he'd been plowed with chemicals as well as cock. His poor hole looked like something from a butcher's window, red, gaping, wrecked. Gary walked over and unceremoniously shoved two fingers in making the lad cry out behind his gag. I unzipped my jeans and took out my dripping tool as I watched Gary dig brutally inside with his fingers before pulling them out. Red and brown. He held them to my mouth and I sucked them.
"He's not quite flavoured enough," Gary said. "That's where you come in."
Then he took out a funnel from behind the couch. I was shocked as he jammed it hard into the lad's hole, rammed it right down inside him until only the funnel was showing. He beckoned me closer.
"Just add milk," he sneered.
Then I was shocked as he grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face into the funnel before taking those shit smeared fingers and shoving them down my throat. The reality of what was about to happen hit me just as my stomach lurched and expelled the pint of milk in a torrent of yellow puke that exploded out of me and down that funnel filling Ollie's arse. The lad groaned as he felt my nasty ingredients bulging in his cooking pot guts. Gary brutally pounded my gullet with two wriggling fingers and brought everything of my stomach up and into his nephew's guts. The whole time he tugged my dick with his free hand, the spliff hanging out of his mouth dropping ash on to the lad's hard cock. In the end I was spend and empty as nothing but stomach lining came up. All I had to give was inside the boy, who just laid there moaning in delirium as his dick dripped with thin watery precum.
I fell back, weak but wanking as I watched the sight before me. Gary patted my shoulder, proud.
"He's almost ready!" he laughed. "Just one last touch."
And I was stunned to watch as Gary climed up on that sofa so he was stood with his back to the boy and his funneled hole. Then he squatted over the funnel and looked me in the eyes as he pushed. I watched, the hardest I've ever been, as a green sloppy shit dropped out of Gary's anus into the funnel and slid down into the boy's ruined guts.
"Fucking hell!" I gasped as I exploded with cum without even touching my cock. The lad writhed and moaned as his uncle forced his turds down the funnel to pack the lad out. He squeezed load after load out of himself and into the boy until he was done, then climbed down off the couch and pulled the funnel out with a squelch. The tubing was covered in puke and shit, which Gary licked off with a noisy sloppy slurp.
"Time to stir the pot," he said, then took that massive hard prick and straddled the boy's up turned arse, his back to the boy's face, and slid that cock inside with ease. The lad cried out loud as his uncle started to plow his shit and puke packed arse. I looked down at my cummy cock and found it hard and throbbing and ready to go again.
"Come over," said Gary. "Kiss it better."
I knelt beside him, my face in line with his pistoning cock and that poor destroyed anus. The smell that wafted was putrid and if I'd had anything left in my stomach it would have come up. But instead I leaned in and snogged the red lips and the big brutal prick as it smashed into them. The mix of puke and shit splattered out of the hole as he fucked it faster and faster, the boy's cries getting louder and louder as I took the mix in my mouth. Then I felt the lad's cock on my throat so slid down and decided to give the poor fucker some pleasure to go with the pain. I sucked his hard on into my mouth and gave him the pro BJ I'm known for until I felt it twitch and start to unload. I gulped the sweet nectar as Gary exploded his own cum all over my face. Torrents of thick ropey spunk splattered me as the boy pissed his own juices down my throat. I was in absolute heaven.
I fell back and tugged a second load out of my knob right on to the lad's face, in his eyes as Gary laughed and cheered me on.
"That's gonna be two grand!"
"What?" I laughed. "You said one!"
"Yeah but you just got something extra."
"And what's that?" I asked.
He patted Ollie's cock. "The first load."
I gasped in shock as I looked down at Ollie, passed out again, and realised I'd been his first cum dump. A dubious honour and worth every penny! Just writing this has made me hard again Clive. I'm going to pop that video on. The Santa one. I only got as far as the drilldo scene, I'll have to see how that turns out. I've got a feeling it will be memorable...
Jim
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