Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 19:04:40 -0800 (PST)
From: J Miller <mummyscurse@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Construction Dad Part 3 {inc,bd,w/s}

Try it now.This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse,
incest, and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends
you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of
legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of characters in this story to
the living is purely coincidental. If you like the story or have
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My Construction Dad part 3

	Dad is up to something new tonight, though I have no idea what. He
is endlessly inventive, full of things he wants to try now that he has a
full time pussyboy at his beck and call. The first time he fucked me, he
arranged to pop my cherry while my mother talked to me on the phone. After
that he made me suck the "cherry juice" off his cock and rim his asshole
while he broke up with her. He treats my body like a sextoy put here to be
used as he wants. His new nicknames for me are Fuckbitch and Fuckmeat.
Sometimes it makes me mad that he treats me this way, but then he snaps his
fingers and points at the floor and I remember my place and my purpose.
Before I know it I am glorying in giving him pleasure with my mouth or
ass. Some nights he falls asleep with my tongue licking softly at his
asshole. He says it lulls him to sleep, but I don't believe him. How can I
when half the time it inspires him to throw me one last throat or ass fuck
for the night?

	Usually after he tells me to strip down like this, he cuts right to
the chase. By this time he should be banging away at me mercilessly,
competing with himself to see how fast he can make me cum or if he can make
me beg him to stop and then beg him to keep going. Tonight he is sitting on
the couch nude and I am sitting on his lap with his cock full length inside
me. Nothing new about that except this time he isn't letting me move.
Every time I start to move up and down his shaft he presses me against his
muscular, hairy chest and holds me there. He's removed the rubber cups from
my nipples and is playing with them now. The suckers have made my nipples
large and fleshy, the better for him to grab onto. He squeezes them hard
and rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. The pain becomes pleasure
somewhere along the way and I want him to ride me hard. He gives them a
good twist and moans, "Oh baby, your hole is like a sucking mouth when you
grip me like that." He pulls back a finger on each hand and gives each
nipple a solid flip. I gasp and clench again. "Oh, fuck yeah. Just like
that!" I slide halfway off his pole and sink down, sighing as it sinks into
place deep inside me. He wraps his arms around me and holds me
tight. "Let's just sit here, baby. Let me rest my meat in your ass."

	We sit there without any movement other than his fingers teasing
the buds on my chest, making them hard as pebbles. I've finally given in,
resting against his chest with his hard rod inside me, feeling his
heartbeat against my back. Somewhere below my navel his cockhead pulses in
time with it. His rough nipple-play keeps the muscles of my sphincter
clenching and relaxing, gripping him tightly and letting go. "Baby, I love
your pussy," he says. He reaches under my balls and feels where my ass-lips
are stretched thin around him. "Your cunt is so hot and tight." He gathers
some lube from the base on his middle finger and works it in next to his
cock. "Best piece of ass I've ever had," he says, and gives me a quick
thrust.

	And then the doorbell rings.

	I scramble to get up but Dad holds me in place with a strong arm
around my waist. "COME IN," he yells. I fight against him, but he keeps me
in place easily. Now that I want to get away he begins to thrust. I hear
the front door shut and footsteps approach down the hall. For the first
time ever, my cock is soft while he's fucking me. I turn away from the
door, embarrassed to be seen like this, naked and sitting on my father's
prick as he pumps into me. Heavy footsteps clomp into the room.

	"Damn, Vince. I half thought you was kidding about punking your own
boy," a deep voice rumbles. "Looks like those cups I told you about are
doin' a good job on his titties, though. They look big n' tender from over
here. Bet they're fun to play with."

	Dad grabs hold of them and waggles them between his fingers. His
fucking picks up speed. Against my will I feel myself getting hard. My ass
rotates in dad's lap, unconsciously matching his rhythm. Each upward thrust
of his is met with a downward push and rotate from me.

	"Yeah, baby. Fuck yourself on that big cock," Dad says. "Ride it
like a bitch."

	"Damn. Hot little pussy on that boy. Likes ridin' that cock don't
he?" our visitor says. "Lookit that mouth hangin' open. Fuckin' bitch is in
Heat!"

	I finally look up. It's Tiny, the foreman at my Dad's construction
company. I know the voice well. It sounds like thunder rumbling in the
distance, it comes from so deep inside him. In the logic of construction
yard nicknames, Tiny is fucking huge. The first time I saw him it was hard
to associate him with the rest of humanity. He's got to be close to seven
feet tall and built like a Mack truck. Just about the biggest black man
I've ever seen, with skin with color of dark chocolate. His hands are like
catcher's mitts, attached to arms as thick as my thighs. He looks like he
could palm my head and pick me up easily. He sees me looking at him and
licks his thick lips. I've always thought he was sexy but didn't want to
look at him too long, afraid he would catch me and know what I was
thinking. Big and thick, built like a bull, he's still dressed in his dusty
work clothes, dark blue-green pants and a matching shirt. One giant hand
rubs over his close-cropped graying hair and strays to his crotch. He grabs
a bulging handful and shakes it at me.

	"I got a cock that'll make your eyes light up and your tongue say
howdy, bitch.  Think you can take it? Whatta 'bout it? Boss, you think your
bitch boy can take a fuck from me? Might make the little bitch cry and beg
me to stop. Might be I'd like to fuck him while he begs me to stop." That
thought turns him on, because his already large bulge swells visibly.

	Dad stands suddenly and for a moment I am suspended in air, held in
place only by the cock up my ass and his pinching fingers on my nipples. My
feet touch the carpet and Dad says, "Let's show Tiny your parlor trick,
bitch. Show Tiny how good you can take a fuck." He pulls all the way out
and spanks my hole with his cock. I don't know if Tiny has seen it before,
but he's got to be impressed. Dad is hung long and thick. With one thrust
he's all the way in and fucking hard. If it weren't for his hands holding
my waist I'd be thrown to the floor. He slam-fucks me, cursing at me the
whole time.

	"How long you been wantin' your Daddy's dick? How long you been
wantin' your Daddy to fuck your cunt? That fuckin' ass never gets enough,
does it bitch? You think I wasn't payin' attention when you were suckin' on
my fingers while I was bangin' your ass? One dick isn't enough is it, slut?
You want a cock in each end, don'cha? I brought you a big one, baby. I
brought you a cock that'll fill you up. I bet our cocks meet in the
middle. You're gonna be like a pig on a fuckin' spit. I'm gonna roast your
cunt while Tiny fucks your goddamn throat. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't
you? Maybe we'll switch out to keep it interesting. Fuck you and make you
suck your ass juice off our cocks." He starts slapping my ass as he
fucks. "Am I hittin' your little bitch clit? Makin' your twat feel good? I
feel that hole clenching. I know the signs of when that boypussy is
getting' happy. You gettin' ready to shoot, cunt? Tell Daddy all about
it. Tell Daddy how good your pussy feels. Speak up. Tell Tiny what a
fucking whore you are."

	His thighs slap into my ass with a hard smack every time he hits
home. The noise is like a metronome picking up speed. My voice is raw but
I'm calling for more. More cock, more speed, more slaps. I beg for cock in
my mouth too. I don't even know what I'm saying. I go out of my head with a
big cock up my ass, drunk on getting fucked. Dad starts giving me what he
calls "the treatment." With each backstroke he pulls all the way out
several inches and slams full-length on the return. I call out, "Fuck my
ass. Rape my hole." over and over. In the middle of this assault I start
cumming like a geyser, yelling and shooting at the same time. Dad pulls me
hard against his groin and holds me there as I ride out the orgasm, both of
us panting from the exertion. Finally I stop shooting and dad pushes me off
his cock. Weak-kneed, I hit the floor on all fours, barely able to control
the muscles in my legs.

	"Had enough, bitch? Did I finally wear that pussy out?" he asks.

	I crawl over to him and use his legs to help me stand. On my way up
I kiss the head of his unsatisfied prick and suck for any pre-cum that
might be lurking there. Finally I am upright and on my own two feet. I turn
around and stand on my tiptoes. With one motion I impale myself on his cock
again and start fucking myself on it, taking it deep and rough under my own
steam.

	Dad turns to Tiny. "Told you he was a fucking whore. He's the god
damn Energizer Bunny of faggots. None of this 'not in the mood' shit like a
fuckin' bitch.  Wave a cock under his nose and he's hot for it, mouth wide
open and ass in the air." The whole time I am posting back and forth on his
rigid tool.

	With one arm he scoops me up and falls back on the couch, his horn
still deep inside me. When I bounce down in his lap I yelp and one last
spurt shoots from my cock.  I am still hard as a rock. I look up at Tiny
and he is watching me, groping himself. A look down tells me one
thing. Tiny has a big one. A swollen lump extends down his leg like a
banana. No. Bigger than a banana. Much bigger. He has a wet spot on the leg
of his pants easily 8 inches from the seam of his crotch and the ridge of
his cockhead is visible through the fabric. He approaches and rubs his
sandpaper thumb in a circle around my mouth. He speaks, but not to me.

	"Impressive little fuckhole he's got there. Took your cock like a
champ. Ever manage to wear the little fucker out?"

	"Not yet. May have to take a jackhammer to his asshole one day and
see how long he can take it. My money might be on the Fuckmeat here in a
contest like that."

	Tiny plugs my mouth with his long, thick middle finger. I suck on
it like a baby with a pacifier. He pushes deep and feels the back of my
tongue. "How's his mouth," he asks. "Can he take a hard fuck in his mouth?"

	" Like a pro. I should have started this bitch out on cock years
ago."

	"I'm not talkin' about sissy-kissing and licking, I'm talkin' about
deep throat fuckin'. He don't do that all that gagging and shit, does he?"

	"Not anymore." Dad laughs. "Oh, when he started out he couldn't do
it without choking, but I fucked his throat anyway and he learned
quick. Now there ain't nothin' behind that mouth but a nice, slick
fucktube. Grabs onto your cock like a velvet glove and won't let go. Bitch
has got a clit in his throat just like the one in his ass. Cums without
touching himself, nothing but a hard cock in his throat and balls slappin'
his chin. You don't even have to stop while he does it. Cums all over
himself and still sucking like a ten dollar whore."

	Tiny pulls the finger out of my mouth and tilts my head up so I am
looking him in the eyes. He towers over me like a skyscraper. "I don't give
a fuck whether he cums or not. It's all about MY cock. Hell, he don't even
have to like it, as long as he's making my cock feel good. Hell, I'll admit
it. I LIKE it when a bitch cries and fights. Don't stop me none, but it
makes it more fun. Vince, you got a damn big cock for a white man. You and
me about as long, but I bet I'm a little thicker. I can't wait to see if
the little faggot can take it."

	He reaches up and slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. With it
finally undone, Tiny pulls it out it out of his pants and lets it hang
open. He's gained some weight over the years but any fat must be hiding in
his massive torso, because his protruding belly is bulging with plated
muscles. Smooth, nearly hairless, his belly curves above me and gleams in
the light. Massive peaked pectorals hover above. I plug his shallow belly
button with my tongue and savor the sweat and musk gathered there. He
unbuckles his belt, frees the button holding his pants closed, and unzips,
exposing an almost comical pair of tiger striped briefs. The piece of meat
they strain to keep at bay stretches them to their limit, pulling the
elastic band down and away from his skin. I dart my tongue quickly into the
gap and lick the salt away.

	Backing up a step, Tiny lifts a leg and places a booted foot on my
thigh, with Dad still thrusting into me below. "Take my boot off," he
rumbles above me. I hasten to comply, then skin the damp sock off and toss
them both away. He lifts his other leg and I remove the coverings from that
foot as well. He lowers it and, in a quick, well-practiced move, shucks his
pants and underwear. I open my mouth to exclaim over his giant cock, but
before I can say a word he plugs my mouth with his sweaty underwear and
says, "Suck on those a while."

	The cloth in my mouth is an aphrodisiac. It covered his sweaty
cock, balls, and ass during his strenuous workday and now those smells and
flavors fill my head.  Moaning, I stare into Tiny's eyes and chew the
fabric, saturating it with saliva then drawing out the flavorful brew,
savoring it. I nurse on his underwear and the sound of my sucking fills the
air. I stare into his eyes and beg silently for him to fuck my mouth.

	Goddamn! He is a fucking Pussyboy," he says, giving the words an
odd emphasis.  "Goddamn."

	Tiny pulls his briefs from my mouth slowly, with me suctioning the
juice out as he pulls. As soon as they're free, he beats my mouth with the
head of his fat tool; tenderizing my lips, he calls it. He's circumcised,
so the bloated head is a pink plum at the end of his dark rod and rougher
than Dad's. He places the tip in my mouth and his whole cock flares,
swelling with blood. A strong masculine odor wafts off it and slick
lubricant fills my mouth. I moan and then kiss and suck for more.

 	He looks at my Dad, who is resting for a moment, watching the
interplay between us. I can feel Dad's increasing heartbeat through his
cock, still deep inside me.

 	"Let's put this bitch through his paces and see if he can take us
both, "Tiny says.  "I want a crack at that ass later, too."

	Tiny's cock is rock hard but has a downward curve, as if the
constant pressure needed to keep it in his pants has bent it over the
years. He sees me notice and addresses me directl. "That's right
faggot. Just the right shape to ram down your fuckin' throat. I bet I can
make you choke on it. Sometimes a bitch choking on your log can feel mighty
nice."

	Dad places a hand on the back of my head to steady it, hold it in
place. "Rape his fuckin' throat," he tells Tiny. "I bet his pussy will
vibrate like crazy when you fuck his face."

	Tiny places a single fingertip on top of his truncheon to keep it
aimed and thrusts hard, burying half his cock in me in a single stroke. My
throat feels like it is tearing, so thick is the invader. I give a muffled
squeal of protest but Tiny's only response is, "Gag on it, bitch." Another
thrust and he is as deep as he can go. Two inches remain uncovered, but he
is so thick at the base there is no way I can stretch open my jaws far
enough to surround it. He stares into my eyes and rubs his heavy balls
against my chin, enjoying my look of panic. He pulls back and pumps in a
few times, watching as my face turns red. His barrel chest swells as he
takes several deep breaths, enjoying what I can no longer do with my whole
neck packed full of meat.

	Finally he withdraws and I gasp in air. Tiny palms the top of my
head with his left hand and wiggles my jaw with his right. I'm trying to
speak, to beg him to please stop but, between gasping air and the bruising
of my vocal cords, I can't form a single word. I try to push him away, but
it's like trying to move a horse. He pulls my jaw down and thrusts deep and
hard for a long time before pulling out again. Dad is fucking me again and
both ends are stretched wide. Something like nirvana breaks over me.

	My jaw is stretched and sore and Tiny manipulates it back and forth
and forces it open with his hands. "What was it you were trying to say?" he
asks. I still can't speak so I stick my tongue out and lick his cock,
inviting it back in.

	"'Fore I'm done you with you, you're gonna take the whole thing,"
He says.  Eventually, I do.

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	Two hours later I'm lying on the dining room floor, looking up
through the glass table. Dad and Tiny are laughing and drinking beer, and I
can see the bottoms of the bottles resting there. Dad is at the head of the
table and Tiny is in the first chair to his right. I, of course, lie at
their feet. Each is on his third brew and leaned back in a chair, legs on
the tabletop, muscular calves resting, flattened against the surface. A
glance to either side confirms what I already know. Their cocks droop
bloated and satisfied above balls and assholes still damp with my saliva,
spit-shined by my mouth. They share stories and jokes, smug in the pleasure
of using a pussyboy like me to their fill, then resting like Kings while I
suckle their balls and plumb their holes with my tongue. It is the only
thing either man has been penetrated by, but they both agree it is a fine
luxury. Buried as deep as I could get in Dad's ass, he would squeeze my
straining tongue with his sphincter and moan. A good way to relax after
fucking a bitch, he announced.

	My nipples sting and the lightest touches cause me to hiss in
pain. My hard prick is still throbbing, though I came several times too,
untouched. My lips are puffy: both sets of lips. I run my hands over my
stretched inflamed asshole and gasp, barely able to touch it.

	Tiny notices and cracks, "Looks like we gave the faggot a hot
seat!" This sets them off into another round of hilarity.

	I belch some of the air they piston-pumped down my gullet and my
mouth fills with cum, slopping a little onto my chin. I lick it off.

	"Those protein shakes we gave him are backing up too," Dad says and
they laugh some more.

	Two big men exalting in their rough usage of me, bonding over the
exhausted form of the fuckbitch they worked over with their big cocks,
egging each other on to new depths of behavior. I lay there, my body sore,
my mind racing with memories, and I am happy. God help me, but I feel like
I have found my place.

	"D'you think he knows what he is?" Tiny asks.

	"A faggot? Hell, I think he knew that even before I taught him how
a big dick could make his pussy sing!"

	"Naw, man! That ain't just a faggot there. That's a Grade-A fucking
Pussyboy you got there. Fuckin' MADE to serve men, make their dicks feel
good. Can't help but do it, don't know any other way to be. Snap your
fingers and he's ready to do whatever it takes to please you."

	Dad makes a doubtful noise, so Tiny snaps his fingers. I struggle
to my hands and knees, crawl between his legs. He offers me his soft cock
so I take it in my mouth and begin to work on it. He curls his fingers in
my hair and holds me still. I look up into his eyes and he looks back,
calmly. His piss floods my mouth and I drink, thanking him with my eyes. He
pushes my head back, so the flow between his cockhead and my mouth is
exposed and still I gulp. Beside me I hear Dad exclaim, "Holy fuck!" Tiny
lets go of my hair and I cover the spraying hose with my mouth, let him
finish, then suck out the dregs.  With a glance he directs me between Dad's
legs, where I assume the same position.

	"Aw fuck, man," Dad says. "Sometimes I'd be sittin' there after he
blew me and I, you know, needed to go and I THOUGHT about doin' this, but I
thought maybe it was, I don't know, too far."

	His bladder lets go and I nurse, drinking it all down. He pushes
the stream and I'm gulping to keep up, so I go down further and let him
empty down my throat. He pulls out and shakes the last few drops of urine
off on my face. I kiss his thigh in thanks.

	"That's what I'm trying to tell you, man. There ain't no 'too far'
for him."

	Dad's cock begins to thicken and lengthen. "Fuck, man. You think
you could go another round? Watchin' him drink that down made me hot."

	Tiny's dick plumps and he starts to stand. "Shit yeah, man. I
haven't run into a real live Pussyboy for a LONG time. I can't WAIT to fuck
the little punk again."

	I smile inwardly, crawl from underneath the table, and wait for
them to tell me what they want. Tiny helps me to my feet, and then cups a
buttock with one of his big paws. Two large fingers stray over and slip
inside the swollen opening. I gasp at the pain of even this minor
intrusion. He notices and his thickening prong bounces with excitement.

	"Your pussy sore?" He's whispering in my ear, his breath warm and
steamy.  "Good," he says, "I bet I can make you cry and cum, all at the
same time. Let's go see."  Using the two fingers stroking inside me as a
rudder, he drives me back to the den.