THE HOOD-6 Finding Kaleb
Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
40 yr old KaliQ Nelson drove through his neighborhood in West Philly (along with his passenger: Julio Espisedo, his ex-wife's 47 yr old live-in boyfriend), looking for his son Kaleb. They'd already checked the housing project in South Philly, where Kaleb used to run as a drug dealer with the NJM. But none of Kaleb's old gang mates knew where he was (or at least that's what they said), suggesting they check with some of the West Philly drug dealers, saying he may have switched sides and started working for DMoney.
"I can't believe Kaleb's a drug dealer...!" said KaliQ, wondering why he didn't see this coming?
"WAS a drug dealer...!" corrected Julio.
KaliQ took his eyes off the road, looking over at his passenger...
"They said YOU had a hand in pulling Kaleb off the streets..." he said, starting to see what his ex-wife saw in the older Puerto-rican... "...thanks...!"
"Don't `thank' me..." said Julio, keeping his eyes peeled on the corners looking for anyone resembling Kaleb. "...he's a good kid, really..."
"So what happened that you and L. decided to kick him out...?" asked KaliQ curiously, wanting the real story.
"We didn't exactly `kick him out'...!" corrected Julio, knowing he had to be careful what he said or risk KailQ learning just how CLOSE he and Kaleb really were...! "Kaleb and I got real close after I had him join my non-profit organization F-A-D..., that stands for Fathers Against Drugs in our neighborhood...! We monitor the streets around the projects at night, discouraging dealers from standing in residential neighborhoods where children get caught in the crossfire...!"
"How did you get Kaleb to join such a group...?" inquired KaliQ.
"uh..." hesitated Julio, treading dangerous ground... "...like I said...he's a good kid...! He really didn't want to be a drug dealer...! All he needed was an alternative..., F.A.D provided that for him!"
"Sounds like you and he got a long really well..." said KaliQ, "...what happened...? Why'd you and L. feel like he needed to move in with me...?" he asked curiously, feeling inconvenienced.
"No matter HOW close I get to Kaleb..., I'd NEVER be his father...!" stated Julio.
"That's for sure!" said KaliQ, knowing only HE had that distinction.
"Kaleb was 17..., he was becoming a MAN..., he NEEDED his father...!" continued Julio.
KaliQ nodded his head, agreeing with everything Julio said.
"You're right..." he commented, knowing his ex-wife did everything she could for 9 years raising their son. "...it's about TIME I started showing that boy what it means to be a man!" Spotting a couple of street boys standing on a nearby corner, KaliQ pulled over and signaled for one to come over...
The boy walked over and leaned in Julio's window, studying the men's faces to make sure they weren't cops...
"What'chu need...?" asked the guy, determining they weren't cops.
"What's your name...?" asked Julio, catching the boy off guard.
"What'r you..., some kinda COP or somethin'...?" asked the dealer, ready to JET any moment.
"No..." said Julio, his long brown hair (with gray streaks) pulled back into a greasy ponytail. "...we just like to know WHO we're working with...!"
The dealer looked suspicious, but still didn't think the two men seemed like cops...
"Shorty!" said the dealer, giving his street name.
"How old are you...?" asked Julio, knowing he was still a minor.
"What'r you, writin' a book...?" asked Shorty, getting annoyed. "You gonna BUY somethin' or not?"
"No..." answered KaliQ, reaching in his pocket to pull out a snapshot of his son. "...do you know an 18 year old named Kaleb...?" he asked, "He lives in the neighborhood...!" he added, before showing the kid a picture.
Shorty instantly recognized the guy in the picture as the house-bitch they were holding in the drug house on the corner.
"Why...? What'chu want `em for...?" asked the boy, trying to act cool despite his nervousness.
"He's my SON!" said KaliQ, noticing a shocked look on the boy's face before he suddenly took off running. "HEY...!" yelled KaliQ, throwing the car in reverse as he tore rubber backwards down the street.
He could see the boy hightailing it, ducking into an alley way...
"I'm on it!" said Julio, jumping out of the passenger side seat, chasing the boy through the alley.
KaliQ took off as well, speeding recklessly down the street, trying to get around the corner to head the teen off before exiting the alley.
Julio could see the boy halfway down the narrow walkway, which was obstructed with wildly growing weeds and discarded debris and trash. They had to jump over and dodge obstacles, trying to avoid falling with the sight of the upcoming street in clear view. Shorty thought he was home free when KaliQ suddenly pulled up in his car, blocking his getaway. Shorty stopped in his tracks when he saw the older man getting out of the car. When he turned around to backtrack, he saw the man's friend tripping over a weed, slamming facedown between two properties only a few houses away. Shorty decided to scale a fence and risk his chances breaking through someone's house. But just as he got to the top of the chain linked fence, KaliQ had him by the seat of his pants, yanking him back down. By then Julio had recovered and joined him, both men roughing the kid up.
"GET OFF A ME...! LET ME GO! I DON'T KNOW YUR SON! LET ME GO! GET OFF!" he demanded, struggling.
"Why'd you run...?!" asked KaliQ, pulling the picture out of his pocket again, shoving it in the boy's face. "You KNOW this boy, don't you? WHERE is he...?! WHERE'S MY SON...?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW, HONEST! LET ME GO!" begged the boy, refusing to comply.
KaliQ reached back into his jacket pocket, pulling out a gun...
Julio looked shocked, as did Shorty...
"I'm only gonna ask ONE MORE TIME..." said KaliQ, pointing the gun under Shorty's chin.
"KaliQ..." warned Julio, seeing the desperation on the father's face...
"NOT NOW, J...!" said KaliQ, pressing the cold barrel against the boy's warm skin...
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT..." yelled the boy, seeing his short life flash before his eyes. "...he's in one of our drug houses...! He wanted to work for us..., so JUDE decided to take him in...! He's in the drug house!"
KaliQ and Julio looked questionably at each other...
"WHICH drug house...? SHOW ME!" oedered the father, gripping the boy by the collar.
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DRUG HOUSE
Shorty opened the door to the corner drug house he and his street corner friends took over. Behind him was KaliQ and Julio, KaliQ still holding Shorty by the collar so he couldn't escape or warn anyone. The house was scantly furnished, with sofas, mattresses, and debris spread throughout. There were several people laid out asleep (crashing in midday afternoon), and a couple of dealers playing video games in front of a huge flat screen TV. "What the fuck's goin' on, Shorty...?!" asked Jude (the senior dealer and head of house), when he saw the men walk in...
"He's here for his son...!" said Shorty, being led inside.
"WHO the fuck is his son...??" asked Jude, he and Tee-Tee jumping up from playing their game.
KaliQ noticed someone lying on a far away mattress, completely nude, who looked like Kaleb...
"KALEB'S my SON!" he said, causing Jude and Tee-Tee to look at each other curiously...
"Who Kaleb...?" asked Jude, playing stupid.
"The BOY lying right THERE on that dirty ass mattress...!" yelled KaliQ, shoving Shorty aside as he started to walk towards the body on the mattress.
Jude physically shoved KaliQ back...
"I don't care WHO he is..." said the head of house. "...he came to US...so he's OURS now!"
KaliQ smirked as he shook his head in disbelief, then quickly sucker punched Jude directly in the mouth. Jude fell back on the floor, surprised by the unexpected punch, while his hommie Tee-Tee reached back and whipped a gun from behind his back. KaliQ saw the boy reaching for his piece, and quickly pulled his from his jacket pocket as well, both men aiming directly at each other's heads and chests...
"Put down the gun, motherfucker!" warned Tee-Tee, ready to shoot.
"NO!" yelled KaliQ. "I'm NOT leaving here without my SON!"
"Fuck you AND yur son...!" said Tee-Tee, about to shoot up the whole house.
"Wait..." said Julio, trying to be the voice of reason as he threw his hands up at the elbows to show he wasn't carrying any weapons. "KaliQ is Kaleb's biological father..." he informed, hoping to make a difference. "...you can either give us Kaleb now...OR you can hand him over when we call the police!"
"Ain't nobody scared of the fuckin' Poe-Poe..!!" yelled Tee-Tee belligerently, ready to shoot at any moment until Jude suddenly stood up, stopping him.
"Calm down..." said the head of house, wiping a trickle of blood from his busted lip. "...lower yur gun..." he told his friend.
"What...?" asked Tee, looking disappointed. "Naw man..., let's just SHOOT these motherfuckers!"
"I'M still in charge here...!" yelled Jude, giving his bul an angry look.
Tee-Tee reluctantly backed off, standing down...
Jude turned to KaliQ...
"TAKE yur fuckin' son..." he said, giving them passage into the house. "...before I change my fuckin' mind...!"
KaliQ and Julio rushed over to the mattress, shaking Kaleb awake. Kaleb was still heavily affected by drugs, and automatically started to arch his back, elevating his ass submissively...
"What the fuck've they been doing to him...?!" asked KaliQ, noticing the cum spattered all over his face and body, dribbling out of his asshole...
"He was our HOUSE BITCH..." informed Tee-Tee, heartlessly. "...what else you supposed to DO to a bitch but FUCK her...?!" he laughed.
KaliQ started to get up and beat the shit out of Tee-Tee too, but Julio grabbed his arm, keeping his attention...
"Help me get him out of here...!" he instructed, keeping KaliQ's mind focused.
KaliQ took off his jacket and tied it around his son's waist, hiding his privates from nosey outside onlookers as they each grabbed an arm (lifting him) and escorted him out to the car. Tee-Tee heckled them as they gently put a delirious Kaleb into the passenger seat, then drove home.
At home, they carried Kaleb upstairs to the bathroom, then ran a tub of cold water and dumped him in. Kaleb screamed out loud (showing some sense of awareness for the first time), trying to get out of the tub as they held him in. KaliQ was having a hard time seeing his son this way, but he stayed by his side, trying to revive him through shock treatment Julio was aware of.
Once they got Kaleb up and alert, they helped him out of the tub (wrapping him up in warm towels) and got him to bed. As soon as Kaleb was in bed, he reached for Julio's and his father's crotches, feeling for their dicks...
"Fuck me...!" he insisted, wanting to feel more explosions in his ass and brain.
Julio pulled away (trying to keep Kaleb in bed) while KaliQ stepped back...
"What's WRONG with him...?" he asked, watching in disbelief as Kaleb shoved aside the covers and lifted his legs to expose his asshole again.
"Help me keep him in bed, KaliQ...!" called Julio, struggling to keep the 18 yr old down.
KaliQ felt paralyzed, watching his son act like a whore. Kaleb reached down and roughly shoved 3 fingers straight up his own ass, straight through to the 3rd knuckle. Julio grabbed his wrists, pulling his hand away from his ass as he fought to make the boy lie down and comply. KaliQ walked over to grab his son's legs to force them back down under the covers, when he saw a white slimy substance suddenly shoot from his asshole, leaking from his extended anus.
"I can't stay and SEE this shit...!" said the father, taking off and leaving his son in Julio's care.
"KaliQ!" called Julio, needing help to restrain Kaleb. "KaliQ...!" he yelled to no avail.
"Fuck me!" demanded Kaleb, reaching for Julio's crotch.
Julio felt his dick starting to react to the boy's massages. He fought to pry Kaleb's fingers from his stiffening lump, but it was becoming harder and harder to resist as memories of fucking Kaleb filled his mind.
"Fuck me, Julio...!" said Kaleb, trying to pull the older man on top of him.
"Kaleb...??" called Julio, getting his first indication that Kaleb knew where he was or who he was talking to...
"Fuck me...!" said the boy, trying to undo the older man's pants.
"What's my name...?" asked Julio, wanting to hear him say it again. "WHO am I...?"
"Julio..." said Kaleb, reaching his hand down into his pants to grasp his uncut hardon. "...FUCK me!"
"No, don't...!" resisted Julio, pulling Kaleb's hands out of his trousers. "How do you feel...? Do you know WHERE you are...?!"
"Fuck me, Julio...! PLEAAAASEEEE...??" begged Kaleb, reached behind himself to shove his fingers back up his ass. "Fuck me...!"
"Sorry about this, Kaleb..." said the older man, unbuckling his belt. Kaleb saw his ex-lover undoing his pants, and eagerly anticipated feeling his big long dick penetrating his asshole again as he removed his fingers and lifted his legs, waiting to be filled.
Julio pulled his belt from around his waist, then ordered Kaleb to place his hands up over his head. Obsessed with feeling something in his ass, Kaleb reached down and re-shoved his fingers up his creamy chute, trying to repeat the multiple times he felt his asshole stretched about the drug dealer's dicks...
Julio grabbed Kaleb's free hand and tied it to the overhead bedrail with his belt, making it immobile. Kaleb was still fingering his leaking asshole when Julio got up and ransacked the closet for another belt. But most of the boys today where their pants down under their asses, having no need for belts. Julio then ran to KaliQ's bedroom, finding a string of belts hanging on hooks in his bedroom closet. Returning to Kaleb's room, he yanked the boy's hand from his extending asshole, then tied it to another railing overhead, keeping Kaleb a prisoner in bed and from doing any damage to his anus.
Kaleb struggled to get free as he continued to beg for more dick. Julio decided to inspect Kaleb's asshole to make sure he (or the drug dealers) didn't injure his rectum. Kaleb had both legs in the air while Julio inspected his asshole with his fingers, testing the anal ring and even curiously probing the inner track gently with his fingers.
"Fuck me...!" begged Kaleb, as Julio removed his fingers and stood up, his fully aroused dick making a prominent tent in his trousers. Kaleb's eyes bulged when he saw the large lump, wanting it inside him... "FUCK ME, Julio...! Please FUCK ME!" he yelled, needing it bad.
"Sorry..." said the Puerto-rican, fastening his pants before leaving the room, closing the door behind him so Kaleb could have some privacy.
Julio stood in the hallway, bracing himself against the banister to regroup (with his head down). His dick was rock hard in his pants, after seeing Kaleb's naked body and hungry asshole. He thought his lustful feelings for Kaleb were over, ended when he stopped fucking the teenager and started dating his mother? What was wrong with him that he found arousal in Kaleb's torment?
He HAD to wait until his dick went down before looking for KaliQ, he didn't want the boy's father to see him with a huge stiffy, after seeing the way Kaleb acted...
"Hello, hon'...?" he said into his cell phone, after dialing his girlfriend (Kaleb's mom). "Yeah, we found him...!" he informed, much to her relief. "He was in a drug house...! We believe he may have went there to start selling drugs again, but the dealers made him TAKE some of the drugs before allowing him into their circle...! It's a common practice among dealers...!" he explained, knowing Latrina would take it hard. "No, no.., we don't need you to come down right now..., KaliQ and I have it under control at the moment...! Yeah..., Kaleb's resting in his bedroom...! We're just waiting for the drugs to leave his system, THEN we'll know the extent of the damage done...! Hopefully he'll recuperate without any side effects!" he prayed, wishing nothing but the best for the boy. "I think I should stay the night..., just to make sure he's okay, alright...? I love you too! See you tomorrow...!" he added, finishing the conversation.
By now Julio's dick had completely softened, allowing him the freedom to search for KaliQ downstairs. He went downstairs into the living room to find KaliQ sitting on the sofa drinking a bottle of Vodka, straight. It'd only been 20 to 30 minutes since he left Julio upstairs with his son (unable to watch his son beg to be sexually fucked by another man), and already half the bottle was empty.
"You okay...?" asked Julio, knowing it was a LOT for a father to take in.
KaliQ sat staring at a black TV screen...
"He was begging us to fuck him..." he said, unable to get his son's words out of his head. "...ME..., his own FATHER...!"
"Well..." said Julio, taking a seat opposite KaliQ. "...if it's any consolation..., it WASN'T Kaleb up there talking..., it was the drugs!"
"I know..." said KaliQ, still in a daze. "...but I can't get over the fact that those guys FUCKED my son...!" he said, recalling the silvery liquids shooting from his son's extended well fucked asshole. A liquid he knew all too well as cum! "They FUCKED him...! They shoved their DICKS up his ass and FUCKED him as if they were in prison...!" he repeated, the idea still foreign in his head. "That wasn't soup coming out of his ass! They CAME in him!"
"I KNOW, KaliQ..., but you can't let that distract you..." encouraged Julio as KaliQ took a break from picturing his son getting gang fucked to finish off his glass of Vodka. "...you can't focus on that! You have to focus on BEING THERE for Kaleb! YOU have to be the strong one, cause his system is in turmoil right now! He doesn't know up from down..., which is evident since he's asked his own father to fuck him...!" reasoned the Rican, as KaliQ poured himself another glass.
"Do YOU have kids...?" asked KaliQ, believing Julio would be a wonderful dad.
"I DID..." said Julio, becoming instantly somber at the thought of his boy. "...but he...he died..., young..." he added, sounding severely troubled.
"I'm sorry to hear that..." said KaliQ, unable to imagine what it would feel like losing a son..., although he felt very CLOSE to it himself...!
"He was...struck down in a drive-by shooting meant for someone else..." added Julio, still remembering that day as if it just happened. "His MOM and I tried to go on together..., but I wanted to revere our son's memory by starting up my non-profit so nothing like this would happen to other children..., and SHE just wanted to move on and pretend he never existed...! We broke up eventually..., the stress becoming too intense to ignore...!"
"That's fucked up..." said KaliQ, after downing half a glass, the alcohol already starting to have an effect on him. "...but it's nothing like having your boy FUCKED by drug dealers..., USED like a bitch as he begged for more...!" he repeated, drunkenly.
Julio understood KaliQ's pain...
"Maybe you should stop drinking...?" he suggested, reaching across the coffee table to grab the Vodka bottle. But before he could get it, KaliQ reached down and SNATCHED it up, cradling it like a crutch...
"Don't TOUCH my bottle...!" he insisted, hugging it for comfort. "You already got my WOMAN..., you can't have my bottle too!" he said, talking out the side of his neck.
"Okay..." said Julio, realizing KaliQ had A LOT to deal with in one night (his son: drugged and fucked by drug dealers, his ex-wife: blaming him for their son's disappearance and possible rape, and HIM: his ex-wife's new boyfriend coming to his aid), Julio understood from experience that the man NEEDED his alcohol (at the moment) to cope with all the different shit coming at him at once. Julio just hoped he didn't take it too far. The last thing Kaleb needed was an alcoholic father in his already confused life.
He sat back in his seat and watched over his woman's ex, making sure he didn't do anything disastrous. He put on a big pot of coffee, then propped himself down in front of the television after KailQ passed out on the sofa. Every couple of hours he'd checked in on Kaleb to see if he needed anything (bathroom break, drink, food, etc), each time Kaleb seemed less and less possessed and more like himself. Julio could tell he was going through withdrawal, after lord knows how many hours/days trapped in the dealers' home, being injected anally by drugs like FUC and Sextasy. Julio knew the drug was responsible for a lot of teenage deaths, with teenagers believing the drugs harmless and using them for date rapes and practical jokes. He placed cold towels across Kaleb's brow, then stroked his head while he slept, keeping watch to make sure he didn't go into cardiac arrest or have seizures in his sleep.
Around 11pm Julio took KaliQ up to his room, then poured him into bed. KaliQ was 2 sheets to the wind, having drank the entire bottle of Vodka by himself. Julio took off the man's boots and socks, then pulled off his shirt and undid his pants. Curiosity told him to take a sneak peek at the black man's genitals, to see exactly what the competition was. Julio knew the romance between KaliQ and Latrina was over, but sometimes he could still hear how much she missed him in her voice, something about the way she spoke about the good times that told Julio KaliQ was probably throwing it DOWN in the sack. Was KaliQ packing like a pornstar? Curiosity told him to look, but morality kept him from doing it as he pulled off the man's pants but left on his checkered boxers and pulled the covers up over him before heading back downstairs to watch TV and fall asleep on the sofa.
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KaliQ Nelson had ongoing nightmares that night. Nightmares where he searched for his son in back allies and sub-basements, only to find him getting butt fucked (and liking it) by a horde of jailed convict drug dealers and murderers. KaliQ rushed in and tried to save his son, but the horde of hard horny men was far too aggressive to force through. He had to watch as his son was fucked by each of them one by one, twisting and turning his body in different directions before shoving their huge humongous hardons straight up his virgin tight ass. KaliQ could hear his son's cries of agony after each anal breech. The men would fuck him wild and hard, purposely punishing his ass in front of his father. KaliQ felt his son's pain every time a new hardon would plunge balls deep into his upturned ass, causing masses of creamy white semen to ooze from the well fucked hole and drool down his back. As the crowds thinned and KaliQ was finally able to make his way over to his son (looking down at his sweat/cum drenched body & face), he found Kaleb smiling, begging his own father for more dick, begging: `fuck me daddy...fuck me HARD..., please...?!'
KaliQ awoke from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He looked around his room and wondered how he got there? The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on the sofa, perhaps Julio put him to bed?
KaliQ pulled back the covers and swung his legs around to the side of the bed, taking a moment to get his barring as he wiped sweat from his brow. He felt a strong ache in his groin, and reached down to find a large hard bulge tenting his boxer shorts. He stood up, finding his dick as hard as a rock after dreaming of his son getting gang fucked by a group of convicts. He could still picture the way his son's worn asshole looked as it gaped open and drooled a heavy supply of male sperm. Every time he thought of semen dripping from his son's rectum (hearing his son beg him to `fuck me') made his dick throb hard.
KaliQ left his bedroom to head for the bathroom (looking to relieve the piss-hardon he obviously had going on), when he suddenly noticed his son's closed bedroom door, and wondered what he was up to?
Bypassing the bathroom, he walked down to his son's room and listened at the door. He couldn't hear anything inside, so he twisted the doorknob and looked in. A nightlight was on, as Kaleb slept on his side. KaliQ ventured in, wanting to make certain his son was alright. Kaleb's back was to the door, so he leaned in over his body to check if he was still breathing. He could hear heavy breathing passing through his son's nostrils and determined he was alive and okay. He was just about to walk back out when something told him to check if his asshole was still dripping semen? KaliQ pulled down the covers, then bent over and roughly parted his son's ass cheeks to inspect his asshole.
Kaleb stirred groggily to the feel of someone manhandling his ass. Instinctively he rolled over onto his stomach and arched his back, elevating his ass invitingly.
"Fuck me..." he moaned half awake, half dreaming.
KaliQ heard his son begging for dick, then felt his own dick throb achingly, needing attention. He curiously ran his finger over the puckered hole several times, unable to believe how hot and inviting it looked. He never fucked anyone in the ass before (having always been content with life giving/loving pussy), but found his son's asshole VERY tempting.
Licking his finger, he eased the spit wet digit back down onto the hole and pushed in, sinking in past the first and second knuckles. Kaleb groaned in his sleep, spreading his legs as his trained and talented asshole sucked and snapped around his father's probing digit.
"Shit..." moaned KaliQ, gripping his covered hardon with his free hand. His dick was so hard he feared it might burst at any minute. It ached to fuck something. KaliQ knew fucking his son's asshole was wrong (it definitely SOUNDED wrong), but Kaleb kept asking for it, BEGGING to be fucked as his asshole snapped shut and sucked his finger like a pair of hungry lips.
"Shit..." he said to himself, unable to think of a better word to describe the surprise at how fuckable his son's butt-pussy looked.
"Fuck me, daddy..." moaned Kaleb, dreaming his father was on top of him.
KaliQ removed his finger and freed his hardon from his boxers, pulling the waistband down under his heavy dark balls as his erection swung out into the air like a black flagpole. He slowly (drunkenly) stroked his dick back and forth, pre-cum oozing from the tip like honey drops. He watched his son rotating his ass like a whore in heat, simulating getting fucked. KaliQ couldn't resist reaching out to grope the hot cheeks, palming them in his hand as he stroked himself.
Kaleb pushed his ass back, his hungry asshole puckered in and out like pouting lips, looking for something hard to latch onto. KaliQ slipped his curious finger back in, watching/feeling the wet hungry hole swallow his digit (the lips enveloping his finger like a suctioning mouth). He moved his finger in and out, watching it get gobbled up by the anal orifice. He pulled out, then added two fingers, sliding them both back in up to the third knuckles, feeling the ring suck around the base of his fingers.
"Shit..." he groaned, shooting an unexpected load all over his son's hot ass.
The cum pumped freely from his throbbing dick in heated gushes, streak after streak of pure white cream falling across Kaleb's bare cheeks. Kaleb could feel the hot shower of cum bathing his ass as he arched his back to make a bigger canvas. KaliQ continued to stroke himself as the last droplets fell from the flaring head. He rubbed the cum into his son's ass, using some of it to push into the hole with his fingers. Kaleb groaned in his sleep, rotating his ass lewdly as his father rubbed in the seed.
Soon KaliQ's dick began to soften as his lust started to die down. Losing interest, he abandoned his son (staggering out of the room with his dick & balls still hanging over his waistband), stumbling into the bathroom to take a leak before heading back to bed, his depleted balls satisfied at the moment...
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