Scat, incest, WS, extreme raunch
Ollie was in shock. Sat there in the locker room, his dick smeared with gut filth from his best mate Imran, his heart was still pounding from the absolute brutal fuck he'd just given his mate despite him being half unconscious. Ollie had tapped into a rage he never knew existed and now Imran was flat out, his ass hanging out like a chewed piece of orange, red against his brown skin. But Ollie had fucked him deep and hard and cum bigger and louder than he'd ever cum in his life. Buster patted him on the back, the perv coach shocked but aroused to the hilt at what he'd made his blue eyed boy do to his best mate.
"He'll be okay," Buster said. "I know a doctor who'll fix that hole up, you just go home and get some sleep."
"I feel disgusting," Ollie cried. "I've broke his arse!"
"So why are you still hard?" Buster sneered, reaching for Ollie's dick.
Ollie winced as Buster grabbed his cock. It was sore from banging Imran so hard. He pulled away and grabbed his discarded shorts before pulling them on. He looked down at Imran who was just waking up, confused, sore.
"What the fuck happened?" Imran groaned.
"It was me," Buster said. "I got a bit too rough, mate. You asked for it."
Ollie was shocked as Buster winked at him. "Our little secret," he said.
Ollie, ashamed of himself, turned and ran from the locker room. He ran all the way home through the village then when he got home he went straight to the shower, washing all of Imran's filth off his teen cock and balls. Shit, blood, gut mucus and dried puke flaked away and down the plughole, but as Ollie watched it vanish he knew what he'd done today wouldn't wash away quite so easy.
Climbing into bed he fell asleep almost immediately. His sleep was riddled with anxiety dreams but the one that got him the most was where his bedroom door opened, waking him. He saw his dad Luke stood there in his white Calvins, drunk again, confused.
"Dad you're in the wrong room," Ollie said.
"Son..." Luke said through drunken tears. "She won't go near me. My own wife, your stepmum... she won't touch me, she says I'm a nasty stinking drunk..."
Before Ollie could say anything Luke was staggering towards his bed. Ollie's eyes were on Luke's undies, the bulbous head of his dad's fat eight inches was stained yellow where he'd let some piss dribble out. Ollie instinctively licked his lips as Luke fell on to the bed with him.
"Dad go get on the couch."
"It's not comfy, can't I get in with you?"
"No!" Ollie said.
"Why?"
"Because I'm disgusting dad," Ollie cried. "Today I fucked Imran so hard he passed out and then I kept going."
Luke looked stunned, his dick hardening in his pants.
"You did what?!"
"I know, I hate myself dad," Ollie said. "And now my dick is killing me."
"Really?" Luke laughed. "Let daddy see."
"What?! No, you can't!"
But Luke was pulling the sheets back to reveal Ollie's spread legs in his tight blue boxer briefs. He reached between his son's legs to caress the bulge. Ollie groaned, throwing his head back.
"We shouldn't be doing this..."
"Son," Luke said. "I'm your dad and if you're in pain I want to make you feel better. Now take those pants off I've got just the thing."
Ollie was confused as Luke got up and staggered out the room, his hard pissy dick bouncing in his Calvins, that little skid mark still at the back of them. Ollie did as he was told and pulled his blue boxers down, his teen dick slapping up at his stomach, red and sore but hard as fuck. He kicked off his pants and spread his legs nice and wide as Luke came back in with a bottle of baby oil.
"Daddy make it all better," he said drunkenly before shocking Ollie by pouring the baby oil all over his teen dick and balls.
"Dad the bed!"
"It's okay son. Probably gonna get dirtier than that before we're done!"
Ollie didn't know what he meant but before he knew it his dad was gripping his dick and slowly jerking it with the oil. Ollie grunted in pleasure as his dad gave him a hot oily wank, his drunken lustful gaze locked to his son's the whole time. The squelch of the oil got louder as Luke tugged on his lad's prick, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his lithe teen body. Ollie started to grind his hips to meet his dad's squeezes, bucking and bolting as Luke scooped the oil in his other hand and then started to massage his son's hole.
"Ohmygod dad..."
"shhhhh," Luke whispered. "I've wanted to do this for years."
And with that his finger sank through his son's pink smooth sphincter like a knife in butter that had been left in the sun. Ollie groaned loud as two fingers buried themselves deep in his teen anal cavern. Luke got up on his knees now to get a better grip on his son's cock and hole with both hands furiously at work. Ollie lifted his legs, his feet in the air as Luke started to finger-blast him. But then Ollie felt a rumble in his gut.
"Dad wait I'm gonna shit..."
"It's okay son," Luke said. "Daddy wants to see you mess the bed!"
Ollie couldn't hold back as his bowels gave out around his dad's hand and suddenly teen stinking gravy started to flow from his cunt. It ran down Luke's arm as he fingered even harder using the shit as lube to add a third and then fourth finger.
"I'm gonna cum dad!"
Luke stopped jerking, Ollie left on the edge as his shit flowed.
"Not yet boy," Luke said. "I'm gonna twist you like a pretzel."
Ollie found his body being twisted, legs pushed right back by his ears as Luke stood, his fingers still in his son, and swung around so his skiddy Calvins were over his son's face. Hooking his own legs over Ollie's to keep his feet back by his ears, Luke then squatted so those skids were literally over Ollie's nose whilst Ollie's arse now pointed upwards and was spread wide open, the loose thick shit gravy bubbling out around Luke's fingers.
"Suck dad's hole!" Luke said as he continued to finger-fuck his boy.
Ollie reached up, in delirium, and pulled those undies to one side, revealing a dank hairy crevice. His dad's bushy arse was matted with shit and the smell was almost too much as Ollie bawked and retched. Luke heard the noise and slammed that hole down on his son's open mouth. He then leaned forward and locked his own lips around Ollie's bubbling hole. He began to suck the putrid juice out his lad as Ollie followed suit and sucked his dad's pucker - feeling slime and grease started to ooze into his teen mouth.
"Good you got him ready!" Buster said.
Ollie stopped and looked up in shock to see Buster stood at the foot of his bed with a jockstrap on and nothing else, his perv dick protruding through the cotton.
"Too right I did," said Luke. "Did you bring it?"
"Bring what?" Ollie gasped.
And Buster pulled out a 16 inch giant dildo. Ollie's eyes bulged out of his head as Buster spat on it.
"Time to open this little cunt up!" Buster grunted and Luke laughed, spreading his son's cheeks as Buster came closer, Ollie shitting himself with fear and spraying his runs all over Buster from afar.
Buster laughed and used it as lube as he placed the head of the monstrous dildo at Ollie's hole.
"Ready son?" Luke said. "This is gonna fucking hurt!"
And then BAM.
Ollie woke from his dream covered in sweat. Morning had broken. And his bed was soaked with piss... And he was rock hard. Part of him was relieved he woke up but the other wanted to go back and see exactly what happened next...
To Be Continued
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