UNCLE, GRUNGE & LOVE: Chapter Eight
He finished his meal before I finished mine, and then got up and headed to the couch, where he'd thrown his back-pack. He fished in it, pulling out his own box of blunts, then returned to the table.
"Couldn't let you be the only dude in this apartment with weed."
He fired up, and I kept eating, wondering what he had in mind.
"Gonna need to relax for what's next," he said, kicking back. "Want some?"
"Um ... depends on what's next," I said, mouth full of pasta.
"Surprise."
"I'm good then - may put me to sleep - been a long day."
He took a few more drags, closing his eyes. He was breathing deeply. I just decided to stay in the moment, gnawing on the bread and taking a sip of my beer. He finished his, glugging it, then stood, belched, and loomed over me, swaying a bit. He looked like a Satyr. His cock wasn't hard, but I could see the heavy outline in his loose sweats. And it had drained more of his precum and post-cum - the site of which was incredibly erotic.
"Here's what's gonna happen, kid. You're gonna clean up this mess - I cooked, so you clean. That's the house rule - take note of it. And, take your time - I'm not in a hurry -"
"You know I got to get up early tomorrow morning, right Unc?"
"Shut it - this'll be worth your time," he said, winking.
"I'll be in the other room - waiting. But, like I said, take your time - I don't want to rush this. In fact - I can't rush this."
It was his sheer arousal that wound me up - his demeanor was dripping with sex. But he was also like a little boy who had a secret that he'd only share once I was up in his club house. What the fuck else could I do but play along?
"See ya in a little bit, Daddy," I said, and he turned, pulling off his shirt. Goddamn if the stud hadn't been to the gym - I know he had. I could now see he was all pumped - his ass and legs particularly pronounced, but his back flexed, too.
I shook my head, trying to wrap my head around my life now - but finally just went with the flow, yet again. My cock was throbbing - I looked at the half-smoked joint and decided to go for it. Fuck if I would pay for it in the morning - maybe there wouldn't be any sleep at all tonight, and maybe that was just fine.
The joint slowed me down - relaxed me - and helped me digest. I took my time, doing as I was ordered to do, making a good job of the dishes and being deliberate. Dad wanted a clean kitchen - and he wanted some time - so I was gonna give him both.
Then - finally - after I don't know how many minutes, but after I was certain I had fulfilled his orders, I finished my beer, flipped off the lights and headed down the short hallway. At the door to the bedroom I saw him. He was laying on his stomach, arms crossed under his head, eyes closed. He was naked, and under his waist were two pillows that propped his ass up perfectly.
HE was PERFECT, too. All man - but up in the air was his ass, getting featured in a way it hadn't yet.
Suddenly I was all in - fuck I wanted this -
"Want me to eat your hole, Unc?" I said, taking off my shirt. I noticed the poppers on the bedside table - and the lube. In his hand was the other bottle.
"Yeah, stud," he whispered. It was conspiratorial.
"Just between us, huh Jay?"
"Fuck yeah - "
I crawled up on the bed, still wearing my pants. He pushed it up and showed me his slot. There was hair down there but I could also see the target. His legs were spread.
"Fuck - nice hole, stud."
"Ya think so?" he asked, opening and showing it. It was lewd. The mood was libidinal.
"Fuck yeah," I growled, then grabbed his globes, spreading them.
I leaned in and sniffed. He shuddered. It was clean. REALLY clean. His body emitted the most intensely arousing scent, but down here was clean as a whistle. I put my lips on it, played the hole with my tongue. He breathed out, expectantly. This was another side of him.
"You clean this hole just for me, Unc?" I asked, letting the words play on his taint. Then I licked it, and he growled, a low guttural sound that shook the bed.
"Fuck yeah I did," he said, almost challenging me.
"You wanna get fucked tonight, Unc?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"God - aw fucking God -" he groaned, trying to hide in the shadows - unable to do so.
"Want your fucking nephew to pop your cherry?"
I was digging this now - hadn't fucked an ass in a while and I was wound up tight - my cock throbbed. I sure as hell could get up in there - take my Uncle for the ride of his life.
"Fuck kid," he whispered, like there were people in the other room - friends and family that would never expect him to be right here, right now. I stroked his ass, firmly. Gave him what strength I could.
He looked back at me now, almost plaintively. The bottle was up in his nose - the cap was still on, but loose, and I could tell he'd started getting a little bit of a popper high, to get in the mood.
"Every time I'm up in you, it looks like you're having such a good time -" he said, then turned away.
"How'd you know how to clean out, Unc?" I asked, deciding to have fun with him - rib him a little bit. He turned back, quickly, eyes sharp.
"It ain't rocket science, asshole," he said through slitted teeth. "I figured it out."
"I'm just sayin," I said, winking at him, touching his strong back - showing him the kid that I wanted him to love, the partner that he could trust and the pig that he was helping me become, "Next time I'll help ya out -"
"If there is a next time," he said, cutting his eyes at me, then turning back.
"Oh there'll be a next time, Uncle Jayson - I'mma make sure of that." And then I put my mouth on his hole and ground into his lips. I hadn't shaved in a few days - I wasn't as hairy as him but I still had scruff. The sandpaper of a man's face must have felt violative, because he reacted to it, but his overall response was one of gusto. He'd clearly spent some time thinking about this and my Uncle didn't do anything halfway. He was into it - and was gonna go for it.
I shoved my tongue in him and pushed hard, grunting in passion -
"Give me that ass, Unc - fucking fill my mouth with your butthole," I said, pulling a voice from my depths. He pushed out, moaning his desire, and the hole filled my mouth - there was no tang - just pure skin and smooth need.
"Fuck - aw fuck -" he groaned, getting into it now.
"Yeah stud - yeah - gonna work this hole tonight - show you how the other half lives, Daddy."
"Ohgawdyeah," he groaned, uncapping the bottle and snorting in. "Eat my shit hole -" he demanded, and I did. I did long and hard. Our words were vile -
"Been thinking of this right here, Unc - right here. You just like this pushing out a crank, filling my mouth."
"Fucking filthy - you're fucking filthy, Stew -"
"Fucking you dirty - get up in there when it's nice and full - you know you want me to -"
"So bad - so fucking so bad -"
I toyed with him, licked, him, bit him. I egged him on. "Gonna fill this hole Unc - gonna get up in there and make a baby in you, fucker," I growled, and he just let out this high-pitched lusty grunt that was unnatural.
I pulled up - face wet with my spit - crawled up on his massive ass and big back. It was so fucking weird - he was bigger than me but right now I felt as big as ANY man - I felt as big as I ever felt. I was still wearing my jeans. He pushed back into my hard, grinding into me. I whispered into his ear.
"You sure you want this, Dad?"
"Fuck no - Jesus - I never done this -"
"But Daddy - you're all naked - ass in the air - "
"I know," he grunted, huffing.
"Tell me what you want," I said, stopping myself and my passion.
"Oh fuck - don't make me -"
"Fucking tell me, Dad," I said, teeth biting the words as I nipped at his neck.
He stopped then - he snorted the bottle - then looked back, mouth open, lips wet, face lewd - he was all man but a different man -
"Fuck me, Stewie. Fuck my ass, kid - put your big fucking cock up in me -" he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head.
I pulled back, kneeling on the bed - ripping open my jeans. Then I was standing over him - pants down - cock out - I felt like I was king of the world.
"You're gonna fucking love this," I grunted, spitting on his ass. He writhed, showing me his need. "You're gonna love this so much you're gonna beg for my fist up there - you know you are."
"Fuck I know - ever since you said that - fuck - "
"Dirty fist you - dirty fuck you - filthy freak -"
"Fuck yeah - filthy fucking freak."
I was over him now on my haunches, lubing up my fingers and cock. I played with him - toying with him, encouraging him.
"Relax Unc - open up - "
"Fuck - fuck - fuck - fuck -"
"Hit those poppers - gonna help - but it's gonna hurt - you fucking know it is."
"Fuck yeah I do," he said, toughly, like this was some kind of right of passage and of course it was - it was precisely that.
Then I lubed my cock. I had two fingers I him - then three - but he couldn't relax without the real thing and so I wiped my hands on his ass and lined up on top of him, cock playing with his hole, teasing it - he was huffing now, frightened, but completely aroused. I saw his cock flopping - drooling - it was hard - not rigidly so, but revealingly urgent.
"Fuck Daddy - that cock's kinda hard - you hard cuz your son's gonna pop your cunt cherry?"
"Fuck - fuck -" he was mumbling now, ass doing a slow-roll - it was obscene to see him this way.
"Just us guys," I whispered, and he moaned at that, flexing out, relaxing his shoulders.
"Just us guys," he replied - and doing so calmed him. As if understanding that the privacy of our coupling could explain away base male needs - as if our behind-closed-doors desires would remain hidden from the world - as if all of this allowed him to explore EVERY aspect of his base nature.
"Get ready, Daddy," I said, lining up. "Hit that bottle."
He did - a deep snort - then pushed back, letting my cockhead lodge on his opening.
"Gonna make you a fag, daddy - right now - your son's gonna make you a fag -" I said as I sunk into his hole, holding his tense shoulders, giving myself to him in the way I would want to be taken. It wasn't harsh - it wasn't rough. But, it was steady, a deep thrust into his cherry. He tensed, his whole body tight with muscle and fight-or-flight.
"OH GOD," he gulped, bucking, but I was ready for that - strong for him -
"Take it, Unc - take it like I take you - take it like a man, Jayson," I growled, pushing myself balls deep, thrusting at the end, nudging aside his cherry to find the center of his pleasure. He was an ass man - a shit-freak - a toilet fucker. Deep inside his own hole lurked a secret and I knew I had the key to unlock it.
And then he growled like an animal, shuddering in passion as his whole body accommodated his new reality: the jock in the locker room - the team captain - the coach of little league - ripping away his stereotypes like wounded prey - tearing the flesh of his Asshole-Armor to feed on his true passion - his true self.
"OHHHHHMOTHERFUCK," he groaned, almost a challenge - like suddenly this was something we were gonna fight about - and then he ground his face into a pillow, grabbing it, pushing up into me, and cried, "Fuck my ass, fucker - fuck my hole, shitboy."
And so - I did - I pulled out, and pushed back in. It was not a true thrust, but nearly one. His head flew back and his muscles engaged - but now they could be put to good use, offering resistance to my fucks.
"Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-" he huffed, groping at the bottle now, working his thighs and butt with masculine precision.
"Yeah fucker," I grunted, grabbing his glutes now - "You're a fag now, Daddy," I said, pulling him back on his knees and pounding into him. I wanted to be bigger than I was but I knew for a fact my seven inches of steel was changing his life - was the best cock he would ever have. It was family - it was his first - it was me, and that knowledge gave me the confidence to rail him with precision and passion.
And when that happened my own pleasure came into focus. I had been so intent on cherrying him that I forgot how much fun it was to fuck a tight, male, muscled ass. He was hot - burning hot - and my balls were aching from the pounding he had just given me.
All that and it was virgin - I'd never fucked a virgin ass and here I was, doing it, and it was my idol, my everything.
"Fuck Dad your hole is tight -"
He was without words, just taking it now, ass up in the air, head in the mattress, grunting and groaning -
"Fuck me - fuck me -" he groaned, pounding his fist into the pillow - working his muscular upper body like a porn star. The visuals were mind-blowing, and when my mind gets blown, my balls blow, too.
"Gonna breed ya, Unc," I cried out, letting myself go. He was into it now, too - I didn't need to be gentle. I needed to get my nut and said so -
"Gonna nut in your cunt, fucker."
"Oh fuck - Oh God - oh fuck yeah - "
"Make a baby - make a turd-baby," I growled, surprised by my deviance and the image that I called forth.
"Oh fuck yeah a turd baby - shoot it son - fuck I wanna feel ur cum - gotta feel what you feel - cum in my ass fucker - shoot your fucking load - make me feel it."
I was far gone - the words, coming from him, were utterly unnatural and completely natural - to hear him go over the deep end like that - need to be seeded - need to be breeded - tore my head off. I fucking pounded him, spit flying out of my open mouth. I was up on one knee - the other leg cocked over him - and his whole strength took my weight as I thrust into him like I'd been fucking him for years.
"Fuck my fucking hole you filthy family fuck - fuck my hole -"
And I shot then, crying out as I blasted a huge load of streaming hot sperm into his guts. He felt it, bucking and snorting, egging me on. "FUCK FUCK FUCK," he growled - "I FEEL IT - FEEL YOUR CUM - Jesus - FLOOD MY GUTS - FILL MY SHIT HOLE Stewart."
I blasted and blasted - then blasted some more. In my final, epic thrust, I threw myself on his muscled back and the sound of our bodies, slamming together, reverberated through the space. He took my full weight and fell into the mattress, writhing in completion, his wet hole sucking my cock like a hungry mouth.
We lay like that for what seemed like hours - hearts pounding, lungs gasping, sweat pouring from our heaving bodies. My cock remained hard - the searing heat of his guts and my cum kept it rigid and unforgiving.
I knew what came next was important - but there were so many possibilities I couldn't figure how to proceed as waves or orgasm shuddered through me. I was flying on adrenaline and arousal, having never popped a cherry and having perfectly popped his. And, there was so much of him - together there was so much of US -
I wanted to eat my cum out of his hole - tenderly, and then like a ravenous pig.
I wanted to flip him over and suck his cock, giving him the pleasure he had just given me, while playing with his wet entry.
I wanted to watch him beat off like he'd been doing for years, particularly after each bitch had kicked his ass out of bed - wanted him to show me what he was like in his most private of moments, yanking on his cock while his balls stuffed my cheeks and my finger massaged his wet prostate.
But at the end of the day, nature took its course. I had to piss - bad - it came on as soon as my cock had released its pent-up passion - and so lying on top of him, slowly coming down off my high, I breathed deeply and relaxed my bladder, letting my cock drain into his new sex organ and filling him like he'd filled me.
His response was immediate, electric and ecstatic - a bull of a man, becoming who he was always meant to be - a first class pig.
"Awww Jesus - Aww fuck - you're pissing in me, asshole," he groaned, his muscular frame shaking. One balled fist pounded the bed even as his body accepted my flood of hot urine.
"Fuck yeah -" I grunted, letting my flow loose.
"FUCKER! You didn't tell me you were gonna piss in me -"
"You didn't tell me you were gonna let me fuck you -"
"Dude - Stew - Jesus. Fuck oh fuck," he began to heave, his gut filling.
"Your fault, Unc - that beer just goes right through you."
"Fuck - full of beer - beer and beer piss," he grunted, as if unbelieving that this was the situation he had gotten himself into - even though it was precisely the situation he had gotten himself into.
For me there was nothing left to do but to finish what I'd started. My bladder emptied and as it did my cock shrunk.
"Get ready, Unc," I whispered, as my member eased out of his hole.
"Fuck - this is - never felt anything like this - "
"Gonna flop out - squeeze it shut - you know what comes next -"
"Fuck I do," he said, full of questions, but body hot with fervor. "Fuck - I'm full of piss -"
"And cum -" I said as I pulled out. His ass clenched - along with his body, and before he could think too hard or too long, I moved down his muscled expanse, caressing his lats while my tongue dragged long his sweaty spine-line.
His body shook - I sensed just the edges of panic as he confronted a reality that had never even occurred to him - but I sensed even more a desire to drive forward - to keep exploring the perversion that had lurked so long in his shadows. It was that desire which pushed me toward the next frontier.
I was over his ass now - my nose touched both cheeks as I descended down his crevice.
"Thirsty, Uncle -" I mewled, reverting back to the slut that I was - climbing down off the Top that had planted my staff in his guts and marked it as my own. "Lotta work fucking a big stud like you."
He caught on immediately. His legs flexed and twitched, a subtle grunting moan emitted from the depths of his being.
"You filthy fucking pig -" he whispered as my lips parted his ass and my tongue licked the piss- dribble that oozed form it. My deviance was dawning on him.
"So filthy, Daddy-" I groaned. Then my mouth covered his anus, caressing and sucking gently. He was clenched tight but I willed him to open to me, sucking out his lips, pushing my tongue into the resistant shit-slit.
"Fuck -" he whispered, coming back into himself - seeking guidance. "You sure about this, kid?"
"Never been more sure," I growled, with no hesitation. Simultaneously I pulled his haunches back and he rose to all fours. Then he spread his legs, all the while maintaining the tight clench - but the opening gave me access and I dove in, mouthing and sucking on his freshly used hole, signaling my overwhelming desire to drink from the source - to continue down the long road of our young journey.
"Fuck - Fuck," he kept saying, pushing back now, giving me total access. His head ground back into the mattress - his cock flopped downward, drooling a constant spew of spit that signified his arousal.
"Not sure -"
"Neither am I - "
"Jesus - "
"Listen - just listen to me -" I groaned, steadily. I had just had one of the pinnacle orgasms of my life, but it had cleared my head and so I was fully and completely present. I had placed my Uncle in this position and now it was my job to get him out of it - more importantly, this was a fantasy I'd always had but never thought I'd fulfill.
Now was the time.
I reached up, grabbing for the poppers, not taking my face from his ass, and he immediately caught my need. I pulled the bottle back, unscrewing the cap, then sat back on my own haunches. "Just relax, Jayson," I said, touching him, while I held the bottle to my nose. "Just take a few deep breathes. Get really comfortable and relaxed."
He followed my lead - he was an expert lover - always responsive, particularly on new ground - and always willing to take direction when and if he needed it. Right now he needed it. I snorted, deep, then again.
I put my own lips up against his ass-lips, gently, speaking softly to him: "Just relax it out - don't push - not yet - just unclench. I got this. When you feel my signal, clench back up again."
I put down the poppers - the rush was on me - I needed this so fucking bad.
I opened my mouth around his hole and nodded, practically begging for the wash that was boiling in his guts. It took a few seconds - maybe five or ten ... time that stretched an eternity while we waited for this intimate transfer - then his superior muscle control took over and his hole relaxed, opening. As it did, hot fluid poured out. I sucked - hard - it was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done - it was my own piss, mixed with my own cum, but the essence of him was unmistakable - the wash was deeply mingled with the musky core of his maleness. My mouth filled and I gulped down, making a sated noise that clearly communicated my thirst for more fluid and my thirst for more deviance.
"FUCK," I grunted, slapping his ass.
"Nasty pig -"
"More Dad -" I said, shoving my face back in his ass.
As in all things between us it only took a little practice.
"Here comes another," he grunted, opening to me more easily now, relaxed, and I sucked, hard, inhaling the fluid that rushed into my mouth. It was a larger flood, but I knew what was coming so I gulped and grunted, snorting like a pig, which is precisely what I was. The heat of it was remarkable - it almost felt boiling, but it did not burn. He clenched back again - his cock was rigid now - this was another corner of raunch that he was happy to wallow in.
"Made a mess, Daddy," I cried, pulling back, gripping the poppers. I was erect, too - my recovery, unique, given the volcanic orgasm I'd just experienced. "Made a mess in your guts, Sir -" I said, snorting at the poppers - taking a huge hit and letting him know that the time had come for totality.
"Little pig - pissing up my trench -" he grumbled, grabbing at his cock.
"Sorry Daddy - I had to pee so bad," I said, giving him a little-boy whine that was meant to egg his dominance, like I'd made a bad boo-boo and was now willing and able to make amends.
"Gonna clean it up now, though, Dad," I groaned, beside myself with arousal. "I fucking promise."
I dove into his ass - it was wet - not every drop had made it to my mewling mouth and his balls and taint shone with spit and piss and drool and cum. Then I grabbed his ass with both hands, stilling myself and him. In my other voice - the voice of the partner in this incestuous crime - I was clear.
"Give it to me - all of it - give me every drop," I whispered, then gently put my mouth over his flexing, wet hole, urging him on with a humming moan of desire.
"Fucking rotten," was what he said. The voice was deep. "Fuck, Stew - such a pig you are - " I just nodded, moaning even more deeply. "Never gonna forget this, Stew - every time I look at you I'm gonna think about you sucking your piss out of my shithole." I cried out, mouth full of anus, and then he let loose - a wash at first that was manageable. I gulped, quickly, and then he opened to me and my needs. I felt him push and knew the rest was coming.
"Take it all," he growled, as my mouth flooded with semen and piss and his essence. The taste was remarkable - it was the most REAL fluid I had ever ingested, an essential mix of male spew - a cock and balls cocktail with a dash of daddy-depths that overwhelmed me with the base nature of our coupling.
In the end it was too much - in the end it was not enough - the last vestiges spurted out of his slot with farting sprays that wetted my face as I gagged down the full load that I had just placed inside of him. But I loved that, too - wearing the wetness on my face. I pulled back, gasping, emitting a loud belch that tasted precisely like what I had just ingested - it filled the air around me with our special scent and I reeled in an overwhelming near-faint. I was gasping for breath as he turned over on his back, pushed himself up. Then he saw me for what I was. The stare was harsh and desirous. His nostrils were flared - his cock rigid.
Drool and dredge ran down my barely hairy face and chest.
His eyes were alive with arousal.
But we stayed that way, looking at each other - witnessing what we had just done and just shared. I sensed that he wanted to kiss me and spit on me - both would have been appropriate - both would have been welcomed.
Going with the flow I was inspired to push the envelope even more - to get more of what I wanted out of this fantasy man.
"Jayson," I gasped, swaying. "Will you do something for me, Daddy? Please, Sir?"
"What now, kid?" he asked. There was only a hint of menace - it covered his equal desire to keep the ball rolling. As he asked his flicked his finger up my chest, then stuck it in his mouth, tasting what he had flooded me with.
"All those bitches - all those bitches that wouldn't put out - all those times when you had to beat off - I wanna see it, Sir - "
I was begging to see it now.
"Want to see you do yourself - want you to show me what you're like when you're yanking that huge cock - "
He had, of course, already been clutching it - grasping it as he was wont to do. He realized what I was asking. Just as I had wanted to witness the one act that he shared with no one (his shit), so, too, did I want to witness this moment of him being just him. Him fantasizing. Him frustrated and horny and beast like - the alone time where his deviance had developed and flourished. The times he had imagined pissing on the bitches, because they wouldn't put out - the times he'd shoved his finger up his dirty hole and snorted in defiance of norms.
He slowly pulled the pillow out from under him - yanking it aside. He spread his legs, then, and between them was the wet spot of our sop. I dove down, licking it up, then barely held my head up, looking at his mammoth cock, which was enlarged in that perspective. He balls hung low and I licked at them.
"Wanna watch me jerk it, Stewart?"
"Yeah - so bad - beat it like you do."
"Gimme the grease," he said, kicking back.
I grabbed for it - clutching - then handed it to him. He began to stroke - looking at me as he did, eyeing my invasion of his privacy, determining if he would allow it. So, I spoke up.
"You can beat off anytime you want, Jay," I said, encouraging. "Anytime - anywhere - you don't have to hide from me, Sir - fuck - I want you to do it - want you to get off whenever you want to -"
He nodded, getting it.
"No more hiding, Dad," I said, lapping at his balls. "Just us guys here - dicks out all the time - shitting and pissing and cumming - "
"I can fuck you whenever I want," he grunted, picking up the ball. He was flexing now, using one hand to play with a nipple and the other to stroke is long thick cock. "Why I gotta beat?"
I was ready for that: "'Cuz every guy's gotta beat, Jay," I said, grabbing my own now, stroking it. "Sometimes fucking's a hassle. Sometimes you don't want to get covered in shit - sometimes you just need to get off." I sucked both of his balls in my mouth, pulling them away from his taint, showing him my chipmunk-cheeks full of his jizz-makers.
"Just whip it out - get it the fuck off -" he nodded, agreeing with me. "Fuck - wanted to beat off today I was so horned up - waiting for you to get home -"
"Whatever you want, Dad," I said, mouth plopping out his testicles. "Guys beat - hell I nearly beat off in the alley by work I was so worked up. You can get this cock off when you need to Dad - Daddy's need to spurt."
I was nodding now. Loving this.
"You can do it and send me the video - show me your spermshoot," I gurgled, tongue lapping his taint. His legs were open, lewdly, and I understood this is what he often did - spread his legs and played with his dirty, funky ass. How fucking hot - how often could I have been down there, tongue up his dirty butt?
"Fuck kid - you just nutted in my ass and look at you -"
"Just drank from your ass, too, Dad - like I'm gonna eat from it -"
He groaned when I said that, throwing his head back, spreading his legs even wider, really getting into it now.
"Yeah - fuck - that's it - show me what you don't show anyone else -" and he began to yank his meat, frigging it, grabbing his balls with his other hand, pulling them away from his body. I uncapped the bottle and shoved it under his nose. He snorted, then I capped it, tossing it away, and pushed my wet finger up his hole.
"AWWWFUCK - AWWWFUCK -" he groaned, head snapping back, eyes narrowed, looking at me.
"Yeah Fucker," I said, rubbing his hole - pushing in it hard, like men do - "Still wet up in there, Dad. I popped that fucking cherry Daddy - got a fag hole now, don't ya?"
He nodded - and in doing so he encouraged me - I pushed another finger up in him. Then began to massage in and out.
"Cum for me Dad - I wanna see you spurt," I said, leaning over his cock, massaging his hole, then looking up in his eyes. "Drank right out of your hole, Dad - all of my cum and piss is in my gut now - "
He was getting close - huffing - eyes never coming off of my own.
"Just like your shit is gonna be someday."
When I said that his eyes narrowed, his lungs grunted, and his hole flexed - I felt his prostate harden like a diamond. I understood his deepest trigger. As my fingers held the knob in his butt, massaging it, I whispered up into his face, meeting him eye-to-eye
"When you do this, Jay - do you think about shitting in someone's mouth? Is that what makes you shoot?"
"Rotten pig," he grunted and then exploded, pushing out a huge splat of cum that sprayed all over his scruffed face. Then another shot out and painted his chest. Then his body flexed and twitched, spooging out thick sludges of cum that drenched his hand and spread all over his cock. I kept working his hole as I threw myself up his big frame and covered his mouth with my own. "Daddy - Daddy," I said, humping his leg like a dog and releasing my second spew of the night.
"Awwww kid .... Awwww fuck," he groaned.
"I think I love you, Dad," I said, holding back a sob of desire and fear -
"Awww baby - baby boy," he moaned into my mouth. "Daddy loves you, too. Fuck he does."
And we held like that, shuddering in declining passion, sharing sweat and spit - until sleep overtook us.
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