Date: Sun, 3 May 2015 19:11:24 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey Gets Busted 2

BAILEY GETS BUSTED 2
By Zachyboy
M/b, b/b, oral, anal

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goes without saying that Chapter 2 is a work of fiction, too. But we'll put
it up here in disclaimerland anyway, just to clear up any confusion. This
story contains sexual situations between an adult man and an underage boy
and contains all the letters of the alphabet, particularly some of the ones
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Before I fucked him, everything made me think of busting Bailey.

Bailey in school made me think of busting Bailey.

Bailey in my car made me think of busting Bailey.

Bailey at the fucking bowling alley, for fuck's sake, made me think of
busting Bailey.

I used to fantasize this scene in my head where Bailey gives me his first
blowjob and eats my cum in the middle school bathroom when I go to pick him
up from school.

In the fantasy, my sister's out of town and Bailey is staying with me, so
the school calls me to tell me he's feeling sick and I should come and get
him. When I arrive at the nurse's office, my eyes full of concern, he's
lying on her little exam table with a thermometer in his mouth, looking
cocky, not sheepish. Bailey is not a sheepish boy. Sick or well, he owns
the room.

"He doesn't have much a temp," she says, "but there's a bug going around,
so let's play it safe and send him home."

I say thanks and retrieve his book bag, and the smart-ass little shit
actually looks up at me and winks as he pulls one over on her.

"She's dumb as a box of rocks, Uncle Jay," he whispers in the hallway as he
leaves her office and heads for the boy's bathroom down the hall.

"Bailey, are you faking it?" I ask him, confused.

"What do you think, numb nuts?" he asks, opening up the bathroom door and
heading for the last stall.

I follow him like a dumb puppy.

"Now pull down your pants and sit on the toilet so I can suck your cock,"
he growls in my fantasy. And when I obediently do what he tells me to, he's
on me like a vampire.

"Oh fuck, that smells hot," he mumbles through a mouth full of cock, taking
me deep and pushing his nose down into my noon-hot pubes. I'm not so fresh
but I'm turning him on incredibly. "I love the smell of hot man cock," he
whispers to me in my fantasy, looking up at me with doe eyes while my
raunchy cock makes him gag and I watch his happy little choke-tears drip
out of his eyes from the effort. 13-years-old and he's already sucking
cocks like the big boys.

"That's it, baby," I whisper to him, grabbing his head and helping him
along. "You suck that big fuck stick, Bailey-baby. You suck that fucker
good and you eat everything that comes out of it."

He moans deep in his throat and it vibrates all the way up my rock-hard
cockshaft, and that's how we spend the first ten minutes after I pick
Bailey up from the nurse's office. I end up in a bathroom stall with my
pants around my ankles and my nephew down on his knees in front of me,
little smart-ass hard-on in his own damn pants, moaning and drooling like a
trooper, skipping out of school and not giving two shits, moaning at my
pube smell and locked down on my cock.

# # # # # # # # # #

In my car, I fantasize about him sucking me while we drive somewhere. We
skipped Sunday School and I took him out of church, and now we're going for
a drive so I can get my dick sucked. Heaven forgive me, but I need this boy
to suck my cock again.

In my fantasy, we're in a convertible. Open top. It's a beautiful muggy
Georgia day. Maybe we're in the Chattahoochee. Maybe we're on the 76 past
Blairsville and headed east to Clayton. I don't know. But Bailey's in the
car and he's looking hungry-hot in his too-tight boy shorts and his Braves
t-shirt. Cocky little smart-ass always wears a t-shirt to Sunday
School. Won't even dress up, the cocky little fuck.

And in the fantasy, he's just yammering away in his sweet Southern accent,
telling me about some goofy girl who teases him at Sunday School. "I think
she likes me, Uncle Jay, but she's just a big ole bitch. Just a big ole
dumb cunt, Uncle Jay."

And in the fantasy he just keeps yammering and yammering, talking his usual
smart-ass trash as we keep rolling east to Clayton, wind in our hair and
gorgeous trees everywhere...the ash and elm and hickory in full-blown
green, until finally I can't stand his little smart ass chatter anymore,
and I just grab him by the head and pull it down into my lap.

"You need to eat some cock, boy." I growl at him, and he lights up and
goes, "oooh!" "You need to stop your fucking chatter and eat some cock."

He unsnaps my pants and lowers the zip. He fishes my cock out, which isn't
difficult to do because the fucker's so hard it's about to crack like a
tree branch, and he takes that thick monster in his mouth again, marveling
over my raunchy-rich man smell.

"Oh man, Uncle Jay," he whispers in my fantasy. "Your cock always smells so
fuckin' nasty and good. So big and hot and nasty and good. You got a good
ole cock, Uncle Jay. A big ole, good ole, stinky fuckin' cock."

"Pipe down and get your lips around it," I growl at him. "And no teeth this
time. And you swallow every drop. Hear me, boy?" And he giggles and says
"ooooh," again, liking how I take charge of him, this hot little
smart-ass. And he puts his exquisite little mouth all up and down my dick,
and proceeds to give me sweet Jesus in a bee-jay.

Rock of Ages, rolling down the highway, my dick pumping jizz down his
gulper as the miles roll by and the spruce and the poplars are in full
fuckin' bloom.

I reach out a hand I run it down his shorts for a finger full of boyhole. I
slide my finger inside him as he sucks my cock, keeping one eye on the road
and one on that fucking hot ass of his. I get my dick sucked and I finger
fuck his ass, and when I smell that finger later, I know why they call us
the peach state.

# # # # # # # # # #

In another fantasy, I fuck him in the bowling alley.

He's there for a birthday party. My sister's working, so I have to take him
to the kid-thing.

"Dumb ole bowling," he grumbles all the way there. "Stupid dumb kid-shit,
Uncle Jay." His arms are crossed in front of him. His bottom lip is all
pushed-out and pouty. I want to pull the car over and fuck him on the spot.

But I take him to the bowling alley instead. The place is swarming with
boys. Birthday Boys. Boy Mega Mart. Boy Candy. Boys Everywhere.

I'm so fucking hard watching those two-dozen tight little tween asses scoot
up and down those lanes, laughing and high-fiving and ass-slapping each
other every time somebody knocks over more than two pins, I can barely
stand the heat. So I get out of the kitchen.

I go to the bathroom to relieve myself and Bailey follows me in. We stand
side by side at urinals starting at each other's dicks. Mine is achingly
hard. His is little and he giggles.

"You like watching all the boys out there, don't you, Uncle Jay," he taunts
me, nodding down at my hard dick. "That ole fucker gets big and hard
watching all us boys wiggle around now, don't it?"

"I'll show you how hard it is," I growl back at him, nodding toward a
stall. "Get in there and drop your fucking pants around your ankles and
I'll show you how hard."

He giggles and says "oooh!" It's always that "oooh!" in my fantasies. He
likes it when I order him around. It surprises and delights him.

He hits the stall like a bat out of hell, and by the time I get in there,
he's already dropped his trow and he's standing there spread-legged, bent
slightly over the toilet, a hand on each ass cheek, spreading that sweet
fucker wide open in front of me.

"Give it to me hard, Uncle Jay," he whispers as he twists his ass in my
direction. Actually shakes it at me. Gyrates at me. Dares me to fill it
up. It's wide open and I can see his hole, clean but shiny. The musky smell
coming from between those cheeks makes me moan way down deep in my
throat. The hot sweet scent of him makes my cock leak. I take my sticky
dickhead out and I line it up with his pink sticky manpleaser.

He moans once and whispers, "ohhhh yesssss," and then I push it into
him...deep, forward, into him. He makes a grunt in his throat. He spreads
his ass cheeks farther with his hands. I sink in fully and he purrs and
howls like a cat in heat while I take him right there. Stand him up in a
bathroom stall and fuck him in the bowling alley.

# # # # # # # # # #

But those are just fantasy fucks, and that's not why you came back here, is
it? Sorry to take a side trip, but I wanted you good and ready. Because
when I last left you, friends, we finally had the real deal underway. I was
finally busting Bailey.

# # # # # # # # # #

His breathing was labored and his eyes were clouded with the fog of his
lust and his need.  I was standing over Bailey, my cock head touching his
cum-smeared cunt lips, looking down at the incredible sight before me.  It
was one of those moments that you want to freeze in time and savor, but
your cock is needy and greedy and wants desperately to pry open your boy's
bunghole and bugger and breed the bejesus out of him.

But this scenario was going to play out the way I wanted it to and my cock
was not going to be in charge no matter how much I ached to blow my wad in
this boy.

Despite having cum just moments before, Bailey was again rock hard, his
thin, hairless four-inch pecker straining up from his belly at a 45 degree
angle, almost pulsing like a jackhammer in time to the rapid beating of his
heart.

His legs were splayed wide and drawn up against him, leaving the boy
totally submissive and open to my advances. His beautiful bare chest and
erect little nipples just begged to be touched and stimulated. I was
desperate to spill a load of my babies into him, but now that I was in
control, I needed to ensure that Bailey was fully and completely mine.

I leaned forward ever so slightly, barely increasing the pressure of the
tip of my glans against his moist, pulsing fuck knot. Bailey let out an
agonized groan of need, as he squirmed against me, desperate to feel my
hardness inside of him, but at the same time not really having any true
idea of what was about to happen or how it would feel. He just craved the
physical contact and his body was reacting almost on instinct.

I reached out my hands and pressed my palms flat against his smooth tummy
and just slid them upward toward his little nips. I let my fingers graze
the erect tips just to see what his reaction would be.

Some boys have very insensitive nipples and don't derive much pleasure from
having them stimulated, but the quick "Aaahhhhhh...uuunnggg!!" and small
upward thrust of his groin let me know that Bailey was among the fortunate
group of boy with nipple nerves tied directly to their little cocklets.

"Bailey...did that feel good when I touched your nips?"

"Unnngg...yeah, Uncle Jay...it...it tingled down in my dick."

So I took each little flesh point between my thumb and forefinger and
gently squeezed and rolled them, looking directly into Bailey's face as I
did it.  His eyes widened instantly and without thinking he uttered a
groaning "Fuck" as the jolts of pleasure ran down into his erect little boy
boner and caused it to jerk upwards. So I continued to squeeze and roll his
tits, staring right into his eyes, like an Alpha male staring down a
submissive pup.

"Bailey...you like having your tits played with?"

"Oh fuck, Uncle Jay...it feels so weird and so good at the same
time. Fuck," he moaned.

"Tell me what you want me to do Bailey."

"My tits Uncle Jay...please...please don't st--please don't st---"

"Please don't WHAT Bailey?" I demanded as I gave his ass a good
swat. Smack. I needed to hear him say it, the stuttering little
smart-ass. I needed him to hear him say it for himself and beg for it.

"Please don't STOP, Uncle Jay...please don't STOP until you squeeze my
fucking tits and make me feel good, damn it!!!"

What would you do in the same situation? A beautiful boy, his body covered
in a sheen of sex-induced sweat, aroused and begging to be
touched...fucking hell, you know you'd do the same thing I was doing.

And so I worked his little nubbins, watching the flush of passion rise up
in his cheeks and upper chest, listening to him moan in the back of his
throat, hissing out "oh fuck" almost without thinking, as he surrendered to
the new flashes of pleasure coming from his nipples. He pushed his groin up
against me, trying to increase the contact between his dick and my belly,
desperate to get more stimulation on that sensitive bit of skin just under
his acorn head.

I knew that if I continued this way, he was going to get his nut again and
I wasn't ready to give him that release, I wanted him to beg for that
release and know that I was the one giving him that pleasure.

So I backed off the nipple stimulation and re-centered my drooling cock
head at the small pink dimple of his shithole. I purposely dragged the tip
across every puffy little fold of skin around his hole, saturating it with
my pre-cum and torturing the nerve endings in his hinder and my cock.  Oh
fuck, I was almost hurting I needed to cum so badly. I wasn't sure how long
I would last inside Bailey.

# # # # # # # # # #

Back in kindergarten with David, the boy I told you about, the boy who
taught me how to smell each other's penises and smell each other's butts? I
was 5 and he was 6, and it wasn't long until David and I took our
nose-curious baby games to an entirely new level. Beyond elementary.

We had plenty of playdates after we became coat room buddies. It turned out
David only lived eight houses down from me on the other side of the street,
and that was fortunate. That meant I went in to dinner most nights with the
smell of David's sweet butterhole smears still tingling under my
nostrils. I sniffed it. I smeared it. With my nose and my fingers, I wanted
it to last. I wanted to take it home with me.

The first time we sucked each other's aching little boy bones, we were up
in his room and we'd just finished video games. He had Intellivision. We'd
been playing Night Stalker.

"Those robots are mean fuckers," he whispered, and we giggled cause he said
the "f" word. He told me two days ago he learned the "f" word from his big
brother Dylan who takes karate and says the "f" word when he misses his
kicks when he practices.

"Fucker fucking robots are fucky," he giggled, six years old and blushing
at the power of his own words.

"And those fucking bats are fuckers too," I giggled back. "Fucky dumb ole
fuckers."

We both giggled again. We knew we were being naughty. We knew the butt
sniff stuff and the "f" word stuff were as nasty and private as two little
boys can be. We were smart when we did it, though. We knew not to tell.

"Wanna smell our penises again?" he asked.

I nodded my head up and down because I always wanted to smell our penises
with David. He said penises and I said peeners but we both meant the same
thing and we both liked to smell them.

He pulled his pants down I smelled his first. His always smelled like Teddy
Grahams and cinnamon toast with butt-smell underneath.

He smelled mine next. Mine smelled sweet he told me. Like cherry Lifesavers
and a Jolly Rancher. And also like pee.

"Can we do the suck thing again?"

He meant the suck thing where I licked and sucked his penis in the coat
room closet in our kindergarten when we hid in there. When the other kids
were out for recess.

I nodded my head and he started sucking my cock. He was really good at
it. He licked it and sucked it and he bobbed up and down. I could stand
here all day with David sucking my cock. Just stand here all day and close
my eyes and smile and feel what it felt like.

"Your turn," he announced, standing up and jutting his hard little peener
in my face.

I sucked on his. It tasted like pee and graham crackers. I put my finger in
his butthole a little when I sucked his and I smelled it while I was
sucking him.

He grabbed my head when I sucked and made it go up and down on his
peener. Like he was teaching me how to do it faster. Like he was steering
me.

I'd have to remember that next time.

I'd have to remember to grab his head too, so I got to steer.

# # # # # # # # # #

Fucking hell.

Fucking Bailey.

The scent in that bathroom was pure aroused boy.

I could smell his sweat and his musk mingling with the drying remains of
our combined piss.  It was a sour and sweet smell, like opening a container
of sour cream laced with overripe honeysuckle.

And there were stronger, more pungent aromas floating up from his sticky,
puckered cock clincher.  Bailey's cunt was giving off pheromone-laced smoke
signals that registered in my nose and brain as nothing but an incessant,
chattering "fuck me" buzz.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me." Bailey may not have completely understood
what was about to happen, but his body, running on lust and pure
evolutionary instinct, knew exactly what it wanted.

With every revolution of my weeping glans across his spongy center, with
every bump across each stinky fold of flesh and nerve ending, Bailey would
groan with ever increasing need, his sound becoming an unintelligible
keening from the back of his throat.  It was time to seal my ownership of
this boy, mark him internally as mine and break his cocky attitude toward
me forever.

"Bailey...does my cock feel good against your hole, you little pussy boy?"

"Please, Uncle Jay...please I can't stand it...please!"

There was not a shred of bravado or lippy little boy left at this
moment. There was only a boy and his need to be bred.

"Please what, Bailey?  I want you to say it. Tell me what you want and
need."

"Uncle Jay, please fffu...fuck me...please...show me you love me."

I rubbed my cock on his sticky-slick rosebud. "Fucker fucking robots are
fucky," I thought ridiculously, and almost burst out laughing until he
nudged back against my cockhead, digging at it with his ass, desperate to
get it inside of him.

"Please," he whimpered quietly. All lost little boy. Little boy in heat and
need.

"Are you itchy, little boy?" I whispered to him.

He whimpered back. "Yes! Yes!" He was almost crying.

"How do you want me to fix the itch, Bailey," I asked, dragging out the
moment for both of us, increasing his desperation to the maximum level.

"Please...IwantyourcockinsidemeUncleJay!!!" he blurted out in an almost
incoherent grunt, his voice cracking with lust and need.

"You want me to fuck you, Bailey? You need me to breed your little boy cunt
and make you my boy?"

"Yes...uunnhhhhhgggg...need...Uncle Jay...need you...to ffffuuuk me!!!"

Oh the insane lustful bliss of having this smart ass reduced to a pleading
little boy, pleading with me to bust him open.  His face was totally
flushed with passion and his eyes were completely fogged over with lust.

I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear and whispered "I'm going
to pry open your little virgin shitter and breed you full of babies,
Bailey," I grunted, letting him feel my hot breath on his ear.

I could feel him shiver as he heard my words and felt the relentless
pressure of my hard shaft against his splayed open crack pipe.

"Push down like you're taking a shit," I warned him, "otherwise it is going
to hurt like a motherfucker."

Needing to see the mating of my fuck tool with his juvenile ass lips, I
pulled back so I could watch as I took him, inch-by-inch by cock-shaft. I
watched as my thick penis – my penis, no peener – my penis, no
peener, forced his dimple inward until his flesh began to stretch out over
my glans.

He was David. He was Bailey. He was David. He was Bailey. I was fucking
him. Fucking the present. Fucking the past. Fucking everything I ever
needed to fuck.

"Bailey, push out...push out like you are taking a shit!" I barked at him.

I felt him bear down and his little wrinkle started to bloom open and
slowly slid around me, enveloping me in his heat until, like agonizingly
pleasurable torture, his starfish closed around the rim of my head and I
was snug inside his sphincter.

Fuck, he was hot!

He was all hot and moist inside and I let just the head of my shaft
marinate inside his passion pit, both to allow him a few seconds to adjust
to being stretched, but also to take the edge off the buzzing in my balls.
I was ready to bust, but I wanted to be buried deeply inside Bailey before
my nuts splattered his insides with my jizz.

"How does that feel Bailey?  How does it feel having Uncle Jay's cock
plugged into your little pussy?"

"Oh God," he whispered. "Oh God, Uncle Jay. It kinda aches and makes me
feel like I need to take a shit. Don't let me shit on you, Uncle Jay. Don't
let me shit."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Noooooo...please don't stop!! I want you to fuck me for real! I'm not a
baby," he cried. "I need you to fuck me!!"

He was almost sobbing out he words at this point.

"Do it to me, Uncle Jay, please stick it up me!! Tell me you love me while
you do it to me! Please Uncle Jay, I need you to love me!"

He broke down crying, his need was so great.

So I leaned over Bailey and kissed his hot, wet mouth, pushing my tongue
deep into his maw.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered into his teeth. "I'm gonna fuck you. I'm
gonna kiss you now and fuck you hard."

He tasted like boy...a combination of leftover Sour Patch Kids candy and
boy spit.

"I love you, Bailey," I whispered into our full mouths. He moaned. I was
penetrating him orally with my tongue as I began to exert pressure on his
puffy little anus, forcing my aching cock up into his most private place.

Fuck, he felt good wrapped around my cock, snug, wet warmth...yielding but
still firm...tight but not enough to squeeze my cock off.

And he was so hot inside...if you have never fully penetrated a boy, you
can't imagine what 98.6 degrees of wet heat feels like when wrapped tightly
around your sensitive dick.

It was all I could do not to ejaculate on the spot.

# # # # # # # # # #

David's brother Dylan had apparently shown him some things.

The next time I came over to David's house after school, there was a little
bag of chocolate donuts sitting on his bedside table.

"Wanna eat some?" he said. "Wanna taste some chocolate?"

I nodded and he opened the bag. Little mini-donuts. Hostess. Like the
Twinkie people.

He took one out and he handed it to me. I started to put it up to my mouth.

"Uh-uh," he whispered, "not like that."

I looked confused. He unbuckled his belt. His cowboy belt with the longhorn
steer.

He pulled it from the loops and dropped to the floor. He pulled down his
pants. Pulled down his undies. I felt my peener tingle when he pulled down
his undies. It always tingled when he pulled down his undies. Blue and red
ones. Superman today.

He spread his legs apart and leaned over his bed mattress. His tiny crinkle
came into view; the sweet buttery nosebud I loved so much. I could smell it
already and it make me hungry to put my nose in it.

"Rub the donut on me," he whispered. "Rub the chocolate on me, then smell
my butthole."

I did what he asked and my own little peener was hard and tingling. I don't
think it had ever been so hard in my life.

I did what he asked. I rubbed it like painting. Like chalk and like art
class. I watched in fascination as the chocolate from the donut smeared
around his sticky starfish, turning his clean pink hole into a shiny
chocolate brown.

It smelled so good. It smelled like David and butthole and childhood and
donuts. It was a time in my life where everything was naughty, and
everything was oh-so sugary sweet.

"Now smell it," he ordered me. "Smell my chocolate poophole," he giggled.

I did. And my own little peener was so hard it was killing me. I don't know
why it ached so much when I did this. I don't know why it hurt so much when
my nose was in him but it did. Every time. And now with the chocolate sugar
smell, it ached even more. It almost hurt my pants off. Like an
earache. Like a toothache. Like a happy-sad pain I couldn't even begin to
understand.

"Now lick it," he whispered. "Lick all the chocolate off."

I stopped, surprised.

"Really?" I asked him. I'd never thought of licking buttholes before.

"Yeah," he nodded, spreading his cheeks farther apart for me. "Lick it off
and eat it up. That's what Dylan does. He licks it all gone."

I stuck my tongue out and took a taste and I told him it was good. He
shivered and spread his butt cheeks farther for me while I licked his
naughty butthole.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Lick my fucking fucky hole."

And oh, it was good.

Oh, it was oh-so good.

# # # # # # # # # #

Bailey was whimpering and moaning in a continuous stream as my shaft
penetrated up into his virgin depths until I had all six inches of my meat
buried in his hole.  He was caught between pleasure and pain...the pain and
discomfort of having six inches of cock shoved up his shitter, but also the
pleasure of feeling a man stimulate his insides and apply pressure to his
developing inner fucknut.

I put a hand on each of his shoulders and held him in place as I pressed my
pubic hair up against his smooth little nut sack, fully embedded in his
cunt and started to withdraw, preparing to start this fuck in earnest.

And so I began to gently thrust in and out of his sucking depths,
bludgeoning his little prostrate with every inward stroke.  I watched as
his little peener, having gone soft during the initial pain of penetration,
plump back up to its hard four inches as he began to experience his first
prostrate massage.

Bailey grunted with every thrust of my hardness inside , feeling me violate
him, fill him and pleasure him all at the same time.  His mouth was open
and slack and his eyes were glazed as he was riding a new sexual high.

Oh fuck I could smell us...smell this man-boy fuck. The musk of my own
crotch mixed with the sweet, sugary rawness of his insides every time I
pulled my cock back out. Just like donuts, I grunted in my head. Just like
smelling little chocolate donuts.

I pulled my cock out so that only the head was lodged inside him.  It was
the primal smell of sweet, sugary fuck-ass and it inflamed me past the
point of no return. I began kissing his neck and mouth and whispering in
his ear...

"Bailey, Uncle Jay loves you and loves fucking you. You're my boy now,
baby. You're my good, big boy."

His response was disjointed and breathy.

"Yyy...Yes, I am your boy" he croaked in a broken whisper as I pushed hard
into him just to remind who was in charge.

"OH fuck," he grunted. "It hurts so good, Uncle Jay! Oh fuck!
Oh...unnnnhhhggg...hurts good Uncle Jay.  It hurts so good with your cock
in me!"

"Oh please!" he panted, "Oh please, Uncle Jay...fuck meeeeee!!!"

And fuck him I did...harder and faster until he was reduced to a series of
rhythmic grunts every time I thrust up into him and pushed aside those
muscle walls. Our world was reduced to my cock and his cunt...the fucker
and the fuckee...man and boy racing toward an explosive ending. And then I
heard him cry out..

"Uncle Jay...it's happening again...I can't hold it...I'm...I'm gonna
cum!!!"

I felt his ass began to clench as his orgasm rolled through him, those
involuntary muscle contractions squeezing my cock shaft, and I just lost
it.

I slammed as deeply as I could into this boy, this boy who I truly did
love, and my nuts belched out their fluid deep into his bowels.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck Bailey baby...I'm breeding your cunt! Uncle Jay is
making babies in your bottom! NNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!!"

I felt like my balls were being ripped off and shoved up through my cock,
the orgasm was so intense.

Although I had cum only a little while ago, it felt like I was pissing
gallons of cum up into his colon.

I collapsed on top of his sweaty body exhausted and drained, my cock still
jerking inside of him, the last dribbles of my cum being forced into his
squishy bum.

I could feel it begin to ooze out around my shaft and there was an audible
squelching sound as Bailey's cunt muscles were finally able to expel the
invader. I could hear a sigh from Bailey as he felt my cock fully retreat
from his ass.

"Oh Bailey, oh fuck, I love you, Bailey. You're my boy, and I love you."

Though barely audible, I heard Bailey's choked voice reply, ""I love you
Uncle Jay. I've always loved you. Please can I be your boy from now on?
Will you love me like this again?"

"I'm gonna love you like this all the time, Bailey. All the time now,
baby. ALL the time."

Oh fuck...I had busted, bred and broken him, and now we were bonded.

It looked like I was going to lose even more of my heart and my cock to
this boy in the days ahead.

I was gonna love him so naughty, like sugar-sweet chocolate.

Breeding my boy.

Owning that sugar.

Busting Bailey.

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THE END

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For all the kind readers who wrote to me after Part One, thank you.

This one's for you guys, because you keep me going, man.

Love,
Zach
z.blake@mail.com

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