Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2007 10:01:36 -0800 (PST)
From: J Miller <mummyscurse@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Construction Dad part 6 (inc, auth)

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest,
and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this
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you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
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My Construction Dad part 6

Tyson's Dad pt. 2

	Ty cleans Tiny's pants thoroughly on the way home from the porno
store, leaving his pants leg wet with spit but free of all traces of
pre-cum. After he finishes with that job, the poor kid bucks in the seat,
riding the vibrating buttplug up his ass and beggin' for cock. Tiny won't
give it to him, so the little whore begs him to pull his pants down and put
his feet up on the dashboard so he can lick out Tiny's sweaty hole. As a
courtesy, a mercy, and to keep him quiet, we give the kid the dildo to play
with. The last couple of miles the kid's sitting in the foot well, riding
the toy up his ass while he sucks on the rubber dong, deep-throatin'
it. Tiny has to take it away from him a few times to keep him from shooting
and losing his enthusiasm. Not that I've seen it happen yet, but we want to
keep fuckbitch's eyes on the prize, getting both our cocks up his ass at
the same time. He's gonna need enthusiasm, because both Tiny and I are hung
big, bigger than any of the cocks he had down his throat back in the porn
booths.

	As I pull into the driveway Tiny says, "Vince, I hope you got a box
with a lock on it somewhere. Otherwise this little bitch is gonna ride the
rubber off his new toys in a week!"

	"I got an old toolbox in the basement that oughta do the job after
I put a good lock on it," I say. "So long as the little cockwhore don't
chew through the sides to get at them."

	It's like pulling a lollipop out of a baby's hands to get the dildo
away from him.  It's bad enough Ty's dressed in ass-huggin' short shorts
and a muscle shirt that puts his fat nipples on display. On top of that, he
has nipple clamps and a leather collar on. My yard and driveway have
privacy hedges hidin' 'em from the houses on either side, but on the off
chance somebody does see him, I don't want to add the kid suckin' on a big
rubber cock to the picture! As it is the kid's pullin' us into the house by
our hands, desperate to get his ass pounded good and hard.

	As soon as the door clicks shut, the faggot rolls his tight
terrycloth shorts down his thighs, the plug buzzin' in his ass like an
outboard motor. He's tryin' to pull the thing out, but it's pretty big
inside and narrows down to a small base. I have to help him, since his ass
doesn't want to give it up. As soon as it pops free with a suckin' sound,
sweat breaks out on the kid's forehead and he's pleadin' with us to fuck
his ass right there in the entryway. All he's got on is that scrap of a
T-shirt and his new lycra fuck-me shorts with a split up the back showin'
off his hole. I gotta admit I'm tempted to lay some pipe to him right then
and there, but he looks like what he is, a cocksucker that just got
finished blowin' over a dozen men.  He keeps grabbin' at us and beggin'
till I have to pull his head back by the hair and slap his face hard to get
him to focus.

	"You're gonna get your pussy stuffed soon enough, faggot!" I
say. "Your breath smells like a fuckin' cum bucket, you got dried jizz all
over your face, and your knees are black from crawlin' around on that
filthy floor, suckin' off men you never seen before.  Get your ass upstairs
and get cleaned up! Take a shower, brush your teeth, and gargle with
somethin' that didn't come out of a man's balls! I wouldn't piss on a
cumslut that looks like you do right now. Get your ass up there right now
or the only thing you're gonna get in your pussy tonight is your own
fingers!"

	Even then the sneaky little shit tries to take the dildo with him
"to clean it". Right.  Clean it with his ass. I ain't never seen the kid
like this! That plug vibratin' in his guts must have kept him simmering
right under the boiling point, unable to shoot but enough to keep his cunt
on fire, dying to cum, but not able to get there on his own, desperate for
a cock in his mouth or ass to push him over the edge. It's a good thing to
know for future reference.

	"Hey, boy!" Tiny yells. "Keep your hands off your damn cock and
call us as soon as you get outta that shower!"

	Soon as he's gone, Tiny and me go grab a whiskey and start plannin'
out how exactly we're both gonna get inside the pussyboy at the same
time. We slide the coffee table out of the way first, and then throw down
an old exercise mat on the floor so we don't hurt our knees. After that, I
set up my video camera up in the dining room on its tripod, since we
decided to start out there. Gettin' double-dicked by the two of us is gonna
be a good clip for the cumslut's photo album and I don't want to miss any
of it, even the foreplay. I wish I'd had the camera back at the porn shop,
but there's no way they woulda let me in with it.

	We both agree that the best way to go about this would be to hang
the fuckmeat from the ceiling by his arms and come at him from both
sides. It might not be the easiest way, but to us it sounds like the most
fun. There aren't any beams in the house to string him up by, though. I
could sink some eyelet bolts in the ceiling joists down in the basement,
but we ain't got time. I mention that and Tiny suggests we get together and
make a playroom down there, build a little specialty furniture so the
faggot's ass and mouth are at a good height for fuckin'. Maybe even a
low-slung chair with a hole in the bottom so a man can rest in comfort
while he gets his ass eaten out by the pussyboy. Tiny says he'll be glad to
help out if I pay him with some alone time with Ty. Some of Tiny's
suggestions for furniture really get my cock jumpin' in my pants at the
thought of 'em.

	Soon as we get a few things worked out, Ty's yellin' from upstairs
that he's outta the shower now. Tiny heads up with some of our new
purchases and the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, while I go grab some
things we're gonna need from the master bathroom. I'm lookin' forward to
this.

	By the time I get to Ty's bathroom, Tiny's already pulling the
enema kit out of its package, the metal wrapped hose stringing out behind
the big black rubber bag. He bends over the tub getting the temperature
where he wants it before filling the bag till it swells to the shape of a
big ball. "Nice and cold," he says. "Shrink that pussy back into shape
before we stretch it out again." Pussyboy looks on in panic as the bag
fills, the pleats popping out from the sheer volume of water Tiny runs into
it.

	"I cleaned out earlier," Ty says nervously, holding a small pink
enema kit with a white hose to his chest.

	Tiny throws the small bag in the corner and hangs the new bag on
the shower curtain- rod, saying, "Gotta make sure, bitch. Plus we gotta get
all that lube cleaned outta your ass.  Now get on your hands and knees."

	Ty sinks down slowly, without any of the enthusiasm he showed when
we first got home. As soon as he 's on his hands and knees, Tiny spears his
asshole with the metal nozzle and pushes it in deep. He takes a swig outta
the whiskey bottle and hands it off to me. "Tide's comin' in," he says, and
releases the valve holding the water back. Tiny and I watch, passing the
Jack back and forth, while Ty grunts and groans on the floor. He shivers
when the cold water hits his bowels. The bag empties and wilts, then
finally stops draining, still a third of the way full. I bend over and
massage the bitch's swollen midsection till the bag hangs empty, all of its
contents churning away in the boy's guts. Tiny helps him to his feet, the
pussyboy's belly pregnant with water. Ty makes toward the toilet but I stop
him.

	"Hold it in till we're done with you, faggot," I say. "Let it go
and we'll put two bags in you." I don't think he could take two bags but it
makes a good threat, because he twists his face up in effort to hold it
in. "Now get your ass up on the counter and spread your legs."

	He makes it onto the counter with some help. "Bitch must weigh ten
more pounds with his pussy full," Tiny says.

	Ty writhes on the counter but I ignore his discomfort and take out
a battery operated beard trimmer and shave the pubic hair around his cock
and balls. As soon as I move on to his legs, Tiny comes behind me with
shaving cream and a safety razor to shave him smooth, saying "Better hold
still unless you want to be missin' some things before I'm done. You don't
use it much, but if I slip you're gonna lose it."

	Ty's groans and the gurgling from his belly don't stop, but he
forces himself to be still. Soon his crotch and legs are smooth as silk. We
remove the fleece from his armpits before rolling him onto his hands and
knees to get at the sparse hair around his asshole, his buttocks, and the
back of his legs. There isn't a single hair on the boy from the neck down
when we're done. When we finally release him to the shower to rinse off, he
has to rush to make it before he lets loose with his belly-churning load.

	"Everything alright in there, or do you need another bag or two to
finish the job?"  Tiny yells to him.

	"No, Tiny. Sir. I'm clean. I swear it. Please don't make me take
another bag!" He pleads.

	"Then dry off and get out here," I say. "I'm gonna put some talcum
powder on you."

	Relieved we're not going to fill him up with another bag of water,
he steps out of the shower. Before I can start putting the talc on him,
Tiny surprises me by lifting the kid back onto the counter and pushing his
legs up and back, showing off his newly shaved pussy. "I'm gonna Jack your
ass up," Tiny says, and pushes the neck of the whiskey bottle into the
bitch's asshole and turns the end up so the last of the Jack Daniels drains
into him.

	"Now keep that in," Tiny says to him, lowering his legs. To me he
says, "If he's gonna take both of us, he's gonna need to be softened up a
little and his mouth is gonna to be too busy to drink it."

	I spread the talc over his body, smoothing it into the crevices
under his arms and around his cock and hole. He's shaking a little,
nervous, so I calm him like a shying horse, rolling his nipples between my
fingers while I cover him with the powder and whisper sweet nothings in his
ear. I found out early on that the kid likes being to be talked dirty to,
and that one of the many ways to his hole is to call him names. Call him
"bitch" or "cunt" and, before you know it, he's beggin' for a stiff cock in
his ass, throat, or both.  Ask him and he'll give it to you; demand it and
he'll give it with gusto while he begs you for more. Hell, snap your
fingers and point and he springs up hard at the silent command.

	"C'mon, fuckbitch," I say. "It wasn't that bad, was it? Tiny and me
together are bigger than anything you had in your pussy so far, bigger than
any of the toys I fucked your ass with earlier. We gotta get your fuckhole
ready for us. Did you like crawling around on that dirty floor suckin'
dick? Sure seemed like you did. Made me hot watching you blow all those
men. Before we even get around to screwin' your ass, you're gonna have to
clean out my soggy pubes, spend some quality time with your tongue in your
Daddy's asshole, eatin' me out. We're gonna fuck your bitch ass like it
ain't never been fucked before, so we can get you wide open and ready for
the two of us to bust your cunt wide open. I ain't gonna lie, it's gonna
hurt." That's probably an understatement but I don't wanna scare him off, I
wanna double-dick his ass.

	Shaved smooth and dusted with talc, the kid gleams like a statue in
the bathroom lights. The muscles he's built up from sports shine like
polished stone, his cock's hard and bouncing, excited by my words. The
weight of his hard-on pulls down, tugging an indention into his smooth,
flat groin. Before I even finish talking, his cock is dripping and his ass
is rolling, starting its pussy dance. When I snap the titty clamps on, his
ass goes into overdrive, hungry to get fucked. I lead him downstairs by the
chain connecting his big titties. He'll get fucked, but it ain't gonna be
right away. We're gonna build up to it slowly.

	Downstairs I open up another bottle of Jack and pour Tiny and me
another drink over ice. Both of us strip down and settle side by side at
the dining room table with our legs resting on top. We barely have a chance
to toast each other by clinking our glasses together before the pussyboy is
underneath the table with his lips pressed against my asshole, his soft,
wet tongue drilling into me, lickin' deep. I sigh and lay back, letting him
go to work. You can build up a company, buy fancy cars, and live in a big
house, but there ain't no finer luxury then layin' back and havin' a
pussyboy worship your hole with his tongue. I don't even have to pull his
face into my crack anymore. He goes after it like a rare treat, fancy
sweets, or somethin' like that. The boy is gettin' to be real connoisseur
of men's assholes, eatin' ass like a rooting hog and savoring it. I wanna
be polite to my guest and share, so I push his head back and send him over
Tiny's way. Next thing I know, Tiny's groaning with pleasure as the faggot
plumbs his hole, slurping with enjoyment as he does it.

	Pussyboy crawls back and forth between us, suckling our balls and
cleaning the sticky pre-cum out of our pubes and off our growing
cocks. Always, before moving from one man to the other, Ty dips down and
nurses at our assholes for a while, sucking the ass-lips and tonguing
deep. Before long he's faltering a little as he crawls, stumbling on his
hands and knees and then giggling about it. The whiskey up his ass is
hitting his bloodstream.

	"Think we oughta call somebody else over?" Tiny asks. "Somebody to
plug his mouth when we both go in? Maybe Dave Stone is at home."

	"No, not Dave Stone," I say, remembering the dangerous look in his
eyes when he watched Ty. "What about his older brother? Dan Jr., right?"

	"Nah, better not to call him. Danny's got three boys at home and
his wife is just about to pop out a fourth. 'Sides, Pussyboy down there is
just about ready."

	Tiny stands and calls the faggot out from under the table, still
giggling. Tiny lifts him onto the thick glass tabletop on all fours with
his feet hanging over the edge and tells him to reach through his legs and
grab his ankles. Flexible from gymnastics, Ty does it easily, though the
position folds him up into a small mound and forces his head against the
glass on one cheek. Using some cloth napkins from a nearby drawer Tiny ties
his wrists to his ankles then lays the new leather riding-crop on the glass
next to him, the business-end just inches from his face, so he can look at
it. Shaved and bound in this pose, coated in talc, his muscular shoulders
folded in and his butt swelling out from his narrow waist, the boy's just
fuckmeat now, ready to be used by men for their pleasure.

	After all that set-up, it blows me away when Tiny pulls up a chair
and starts eatin' the boy's ass out. He lifts his big head and licks his
thick, glossy lips and says, "Mmm.  Whiskey-flavored pussy." He sees the
look and my face and asks, "Whatsa' matter, Vince? You eat pussy, don'cha?"
He goes back in and starts licking and nipping at the hole with his teeth
until Ty's moans are loud, like yelps. Tiny pulls back and says, "C'mon,
Vince. Your turn."

	I take his place in the chair and look at what's in front of
me. Even after all the stretching from the toys in the porn store the
faggot's pucker is still small and clenched, the tender wrinkles around it
spit-slick and shiny. If it weren't for the hairless balls hanging down,
I'd never know it was a boy in front of me, my own son. Like they say, a
mouth's a mouth and pussy's pussy, no matter what they're attached to. I
reach up and grab the scrotum so pussyboy's balls are pulled down tight and
give his hole a few licks.  Tiny's right again. It tastes like Jack
Daniels-flavored pussy. I scrub my beard stubble against the cheeks before
heading back in with my tongue and the kid's moaning, almost crying, with
pleasure.

	While I keep licking, Tiny settles into another chair and rests his
head on the table just inches away from the faggot's face. "I didn't put
that whip in the basket and neither did your Daddy," he says. "That leaves
you. How come you put a whip in the cart?"

	"I don't know," Ty mumbles, his speech a little slurred.

	"Yeah, I think you do know," Tiny says. He turns to me. "Rub his
prostate a little and see if we can't get an answer out of him."

	I pull my mouth away from his hole and reach in with my index and
middle fingers and start feeling around inside him. The heat inside is
incredible, like a tight, damp furnace. I find the lump inside and as soon
as I hit it, the kid starts groaning and his hole clenches and releases
around my fingers like a sucking mouth. I keep pulling on his balls.

	"Oh God, that feels good," Ty says. In a small voice he says, "I
got it because I like to get spanked."

	"When do you like to get spanked?" Tiny asks.

	"When I've got a cock up my ass," Ty groans louder. "When I've got
a big hard cock in my hole. I like to get spanked when you're bangin' my
ass like it's pussy, when you treat me like your bitch. When you make me
your cunt." As much as he can in his bound position, the faggot starts
riding my fingers. It's magic time. The fuckbitch inside my son is awake
and hungry.

	Tiny stands and picks up the whip. "You want me to spank your ass
with it now?"  he asks. To me he says, "Keep rubbin'."

	The faggot starts beggin' for it. "Please spank me, Tiny. Sir. Oh
God, please spank my ass."

	Tiny stands beside me while I finger-fuck the little whore and
starts tapping his butt cheeks with the riding-crop, each tap a little
harder than the last. "Harder," Ty begs. Tiny obliges and soon the taps
turn into slaps and the leather loop at the end starts leaving pink marks
after each blow. "Harder!" fuckbitch yells. Tiny starts whipping his ass
but Ty keeps calling out for more. Red welts stripe his ass in places now.

	"Let's switch," Tiny says, and offers me the whip. As soon as my
hand pulls out to take it, he pushes three big fingers in and bumps the
faggot's prostate hard until the little bitch yelps every time.

	I weigh the riding-crop in my hand, lookin' at it. The handle has a
wrist loop at the end and the length of it is covered in braided black
leather. The business-end has another thin loop on it, the stinger. I look
at my son's ass, covered in red marks. I look at his face and he's lookin'
back at me, best he can with his head pushed against the glass. That quiet,
feline look is back in his eyes, the one that looks right through me and
says, "Go ahead. You know you want to." And I do. So I let him have it,
hard. I start out where Tiny left off and keep building, and still he begs
for more. Soon I'm swinging the crop so hard it whistles on the way down
and he's moaning, pain becoming pleasure somewhere inside him as he gets
his ass finger-fucked and whipped at the same time. He yelps and starts to
buck, even bound as he is. Tiny stops my arm and pulls his fingers out, wet
from the bitch's hole. He stands.

	"He's about to shoot," he says, and unties the napkins binding Ty's
wrists to his ankles. "We can start gettin' him ready."

	We both grab an arm and pull the fuckmeat off the table. Tiny leads
him to the den where the exercise mat is laid out, while I get the camera
in place. Before he lowers him down I remove the clamps from his nipples
and massage them to get the blood flow going back to them. The faggot
hisses as sensation returns. When I put the clamps back on him, I drape the
connecting chain up and around his neck, a handy bridle to use while we're
ridin' his ass. We drop him on to mat on all fours. Tiny gets on his hands
and knees in front of him so the faggot's face is buried between his ass
cheeks. The sounds of him slurping ass start immediately. Tiny looks at me
over one bulging shoulder.

	"Ride his ass hard," he says. "Really open his pussy up so we can
both get in."

	I kneel behind the bent-over fuckmeat and slip my cock into his
hole slowly, using only spit and whiskey for lube. His butt cheeks are
striped with red marks from the whip, most of them left by me. It's great
to watch my cock slide between his cheeks like this, centering the tip at
his ass-lips and spreading them slowly over my plum-sized cockhead till
they pop over the fat rim. I sink the rest of it in him just as slow,
teasing him since I know he wants it fast and hard. His hole is hot and
tight, wet and slippery.  Even though what I really want to do is slam-fuck
the little bitch, I ease out just as slow until only my cockhead remains
inside. I hold it that way, making him beg me to fuck him before I go on.

	He pulls his mouth away from Tiny's asshole and moans, " Oh Daddy,
fuck my ass hard. Please, Sir. Please fuck me." He keeps going from there,
beggin' to get fucked, delirious for it, his words gettin' raunchier all
the time. "Bang my bitch ass, Daddy.  Screw my faggot cunt. Rape my hole
and make it hurt!"

	"It's waitin' for 'ya, bitch. Fuck yourself on it for a while. Give
my cock a good ride and maybe I'll take over and really pound your pussy."

	In one move he slams back on my cock so hard it almost knocks me
backward.  After that he rides it like a fury, sliding up and down the
shaft, pistoning my rod into his ass with such force that each time he goes
all the way down he hits my groin so hard it almost hurts. Tiny turns
around on his knees and offers the cocksucker his own shaft.  When the
faggot takes it in his mouth, Tiny moves forward so neither end is ever
empty.  Ty bounces between us like a pinball stuck between two bumbers,
fucking his ass on my cock, fucking his throat on Tiny's.

	Now it's Ty that stops moving. He pulls his face off Tiny's cock
and looks at me over his shoulder with those calm eyes. He says the words
that hide underneath his poor- pitiful-me surface. He smiles and says, "You
know you want to. Make it hurt."

	I take over then and really lay the pipe to him, grinding my cock
into him, rotating my hips to stretch him out, open him up. I grab his
titty-bridle and pull on it while I bury my cock deep and ride him hard. I
pick him up by the hips, stretching his pussy up, then push him down to
stretch the other side. Tiny moves forward again until we're both buried in
the fuckbitch, balls deep. I work his cunt over and stretch it, giving the
boy what he wants while he holds his breath around the bull-cock down his
throat.

	Tiny finally pulls back and lets the kid take in some air, before
sinking deep again while I bust his twat open, grinding my pubes against
his tender, newly shaved hole. I deep-dick the faggot for a while, pulling
on his bridle, keeping his face pushed tight against Tiny's groin while I
do it.  I raise up a little and his knees raise off the floor, lifted by my
cock. I drop him back down and pull out in one fast move and the faggot
pulls off Tiny's rod, coughing and gasping air.

	"You take over this end for a while," I say to Tiny. "I'm gonna
feed the bitch some whiskey-dick. It's gonna be his new favorite drink, a
Jack and cock." Rather than moving, we make the bitch crawl in a circle and
get himself into position to get reamed out some more. As soon as Tiny
opens him up, we'll both go in. Tiny pushes into his ass and starts his
ride; pulling back hard on the titty-bridle. Before I let the faggot suck
my cock I make him grovel for it first.

	"See how shiny my cock is, pussyboy?  That's pre-cum and ass juice
all over it. It's wet from your asshole. You sure you want that in your
mouth? You wanna suck that nasty cock? I think you oughta beg me for it."

	He starts pleading immediately. "Please Daddy, let me clean my
pussy juice off your cock. Let me have your whiskey-dick. Fuck my faggot
throat, treat my mouth like a pussy. Give it to me, Sir. Please give it to
me!"

	I let him have it in one stroke as he moans around the meat buried
all the way in his throat. I match Tiny thrust for thrust and the faggot
ends up crushed between us. Both his mouth and asshole are ground against
our groins at the same time, his back bowed by the pressure of being
squeezed between us. Tiny slips fingers from both hands in alongside his
big rod, spreading the hole around him open further. We both back off a
little and Tiny picks the boy up by his waist. I pick him up by his
shoulders and he's no longer touching the floor, just a tube suspended
between two big men for them to use to get their rocks off. We deep-dick
him like that for a while, until Tiny nods for me to back off. The fuckmeat
is tenderized, almost ready for both our cocks in his ass at the same
time. We just have to get him into the right position first. I pull out and
Ty's coughing and gasping again.

	Tiny pulls the fuckmeat up so he's up on his knees but still
impaled, then lifts the nipple clamp chain and puts it around his own neck,
pulling Ty's tits till they're yanked up hard, making the little bitch
hiss. Tiny places one big black paw on his stomach to hold him in
place. Then he places one foot on the floor and stands, lifting the
pussyboy off the floor with him as he goes. Tiny takes his hand away and
the faggot is suspended only by the cock up his ass and the chain around
Tiny's neck.  Ty gasps and reaches back quickly with his arms on the sides
of the big black barrel chest so he can hold on. Tiny starts to walk around
like that, Ty on his cock like a marshmallow on a black skewer, feet
suspended off the ground and bouncing with each step. Tiny starts up an
exaggerated pimp-strut around the room with my son yelping as he bounces on
the cock that holds him in the air.

	Ty's eyes are blinking, as if he's just been hit in the head. He
squeals with every step, high-pitched and distressed. I start smearin' a
thick coat of lube on my own cock. When the time comes, it's gonna take
some grease to get in there.

	"What d'ya think, Vince?" Tiny asks. "Maybe I oughta walk around
the 'hood like this, wearin' the bitch on my cock by a chain around my
neck." He keeps up his pimp swagger as he talks. "Shit. I could spray-paint
the faggot gold and tell everybody he's a hood ornament." Suspended like
that, Ty is dwarfed by the big body he rides. Tiny is much broader, more
than twice his weight, and the boy looks small against him, a decoration
for his neck, an ornament for his cock. Tiny performs a few hip swinging,
thrusting disco moves while my boy dangles off his cock like a puppet. He
walks back to where I'm standing on the gym mat and lifts Ty's legs so his
stretched hole shows around the fat black meat stuffin' it. "It's time," he
says.

	I move in quick and aim my hard rod at the place where cock already
meets ass, and push. I pull Ty's mouth to mine and kiss it, partly because
I want to and partly to smother the cry that's gonna come soon. I search
his mouth with my tongue, but take it out in case he bites down when I pop
in. I nibble at his lips with my teeth and apply even more pressure against
his already stuffed hole. It seems like it's not gonna happen, then his ass
gives and I slip in alongside Tiny. The faggot screams but the sound is
caught in my mouth and smothered. I slip more meat in him till I am tight
against his front and he is held fast between our bodies, the meat in our
fuckmeat sandwich. His eyes are wide, almost staring, and his lips move as
if he's trying to talk, but no words come out. His cock is hard against my
belly. Tiny starts to thrust and it's an incredible feeling, like my cock
is being held in the tightest grip of my life, in a wet hot tunnel where
one of the walls is moving. Ty starts to blink again and I start my
thrusts. Fuckmeat's body begins to shudder as we move in and out of him and
sharp short breaths start to come out of his mouth like the breaths they
teach in Lamaze classes. I grab Tiny's sides and he grabs mine. We hold the
fuckbitch suspended between us, both of us pumping into his hole like
madmen.

	I look in Ty's eyes and they're held open and wide. "Amazing," he
whispers, his eyes like bottle-green glass. His body shudders and his hard
cock rides against my stomach.

We double-dick him that way for a while, then decide to try a different
position. I lay back on the mat and the fuckbitch sits down on my cock,
facing me. Amazing as it is, there is still a grip around me as he goes
down on it, still some muscle-tone in his ass. I pull his chest down
against me and Tiny goes in for the kill, pushing in beside me quick and
sure.  Immediately he starts to fuck deep and hard. I match his strokes and
Ty stays still and takes our fuck, starin' out into pussyboy heaven. Both
Tiny and I stop moving.

	"Fuck yourself on 'em, bitch," I say.

	At first there is no movement, but fire comes back into his eyes
and Ty starts to ride the cocks up his ass slowly. Tiny rears back and
gives him a good slap across the butt- cheeks and the speed picks up. It
keeps picking up until the pussyboy is thrusting back on them hard and he
keeps lettin' out a sound that's like a combination of a cry and a moan.
Tiny keeps up a constant tattoo of ass slaps and the boy's howling now,
crooning deep in his throat while he rides the two big dicks up his
ass. Ty's thrusts pick up even more speed and he's chanting, "Don't stop me
this time. Let me shoot. Please let me shoot this time."

	"Oh, yeah. Ride those cocks, baby," Tiny says. "Boss, you gettin'
close?" he asks me.

	"Oh, yeah," I groan out. Tonight I have watched my son suck a
rubber dong while kneeling on the floor of a porn store. I've fucked his
ass with sex toys while watching him blow a line-up of men. I've fucked him
and watched him get fucked by Tiny. Now both our cocks are together and
he's fuckin' himself on them, ridin' 'em like a cowboy on a bull. I'm about
ready to go off like a goddamn rocket!

	When my orgasm finally hits, it's like dying. My vision blanks out
and it feels like my life-force is pouring out the end of my cock. Blind, I
can still hear Ty and Tiny yelling along with me. Exhausted, we all
collapse in a pile. When the weight of them, especially Tiny, gets to be
too much for me, I reach up and grab them best I can and roll us all over
on our sides, still engaged. Tiny slides out first and rolls over onto his
back. I give it a minute then slide out too and roll over, Ty's wad sticky
and thick on my belly. My son drapes his arm over my chest and starts to
cry, big heaving sobs.

	Panicked, I grab him. "Oh shit. Are you OK, baby? Did we hurt
something inside you?"

	Still sobbing, he opens his eyes and looks right through me with a
beatific smile breaking wide on his face. "No. No. That's not why I'm
crying. I'm not hurt. It was...Amazing," he breathes out. His eyes close
and he falls fast asleep there on the mat, held in my arms.

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	Later, Tiny and I have showered and are dressed in robes, layin'
around the den with a lame sitcom rerun playin' on the TV while we have a
kind of post-game run down of the action. Empty microwave food containers
litter the coffee table.

	I carried Ty upstairs to his bed and tucked him in, Tiny following
right behind me. Tiny asked him if he wanted us to wash him out, swearing
we'd go easy and use just a little warm water. The kid gave him a dreamy
smile and said. "No. I want to keep it in me." Tiny laid a thick bath towel
out on the bed to catch the cum oozing out of the kid's well-fucked hole. I
was surprised by how gentle he was with the boy, kissing his belly, telling
him what a good job he did, running is fingers through his hair. I think
the kid was asleep again before we even turned off the lights and closed
the door.

	Finally I blurt out, "Tiny, I'm worried about Ty."

	"Don't worry 'bout it, man. I took a look and he's stretched out
some, but there ain't no blood or nothin' like that. A few day's rest and
some exercises and his pussy'll be good as new"

	"That's not what I'm talkin' about, man. I'm worried about him in
general."

	Tiny sighs. "I know you are, Vince. I thought that's what the
problem was."

	"That thing you said one time, 'there ain't no too far for him,'
keeps playin' in my head. There's men out there that would take advantage
of a boy like him and maybe really do him some damage." I tell him about
Dave Stone and the look in his eyes.

	"Naw, man! Dave's OK. Is that why you didn't wanna invite him over
earlier?"

	"Yeah," I say.

	"I know Dave pretty good and I don't think he's anybody you gotta
worry about.  There's other guys you gotta worry about a lot more than
him. He's got a rough streak, but you and me ain't exactly Mister Rogers,
ya know."

	I laugh. "Yeah, I know. Summer break is comin' up and I don't want
Ty out runnin' around getting' into God knows what kind of trouble. That
horny little faggot would get in a car with Ted Bundy if he had a big
enough dick!"

	"I know that's right!" Tiny laughs. "I've been thinking a little
about it, 'cause I had an idea that's what was up with you. His school's
over in what, coupla weeks? Once it lets out you oughta have Ty work down
at the yard for the summer so we can keep an eye on him."

	"What the hell would he do? He's too soft for construction work!"

	"Shit. That boy ain't soft. For his size he's strong as hell and he
can take whatever a man can dish out. Anyway, what the fuck you think he'll
do? He'll do what he does best. Suck dick and take it up the ass. The guys
on the yard might rough him up a little, but they ain't gonna hurt the kid,
'cause he's your son. You and me both will be watchin' out for him."

	"Tiny, I can't just drop Ty in the middle of the yard! What am I
supposed to do, send out a memo that there's a pussyboy on the lot for the
men to use?"

	"I got it all figured out, Vince. In two weeks or so you have a
little party over here.  I got some guys in mind that I think
are...flexible enough to grab for it if it's offered.  After that, Pussyboy
shows up on the yard and word trickles down from one guy to the next. Those
that need to know will find out by word of mouth. Those that don't won't
have a clue about what's goin' on. Hell, 'fore 'ya know it, Pussyboy will
have so much cock to play with he won't have time to go lookin' for it
anyplace else. I don't think it'll be a problem and if it is, you and me
are there to take care of it."

	"You think that'll work?" I ask, beginning to think over the
possibility.

	"I know it will," Tiny says. "That brings me to that favor I was
gonna ask you about. You trust me, right Vince."

	"Hell, Tiny, you know better than to ask me that! Don't let it go
to your head or nothin', but you're probably the man I trust most in the
world. Why the hell you think I told you about what was goin' on with me n'
Ty?"

	"Just makin' sure, Vince. Just makin' sure. That's good to know,
'cause here's what I wanted to ask. I got some guys comin' over to my place
next weekend. A kinda reunion, I guess you'd call it. I was wonderin' if I
could borrow the Pussyboy for a couple of days. I wanna offer him up as a
little...entertainment. Gives you a chance to get started on that playroom
in the basement without him humpin' your leg all day and me a chance to
show my friends a good time. You'll get him back good as new, maybe with a
few new tricks under his belt!"