Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 23:50:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Six M/b Incest

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Chapter Six: "12.5 Inch Pepperoni"

A few days had now passed since the hurricane had swept through the area.
The cooler weather it had brought with it had now moved on, allowing the
warmer summer temperatures to return.  Which made cleaning up the yard a
lot more bearable.

Being nudists, we all enjoyed the outdoors but there was no fun in working
in the yard with such cold air nipping at our bare asses the whole time.
So we were very happy to have the warm weather back.  Just like last year
around this time, we'd once again found ourselves cleaning up after a storm
but were fortunate that this time, there was far less to recover from.

The only real damage to speak of was the large branch that had fallen in
the front yard.  Which we'd begun cutting up into smaller pieces to drag
into the backyard for later burning.  While my Dad, Mark and I took care of
that, Alex and Jacob scoured the yard, picking up all the loose limps and
small branches.

They then brought them to the backyard and tossed them into the pile we
were making out of the pieces from the larger branch.  It was fun to see
them running around naked and full of energy.  They were having a great
time, enjoying the warm sunshine, after having spent the last few days
inside to avoid the cold.

Indeed, it was a beautiful day.  The sky was clear, the wind was blowing
and the birds were singing.  It was so nice in fact, that I took a moment
from working to admire it.  I had just tossed a piece of the large branch
onto the pile and was standing there watching the boys running around the
yard, when I heard a rumbling sound down by the lake behind our house.

Mind you, the rains from the storm had filled the lake to levels we'd never
seen before.  The water had completely covered our dock and it was going to
take quite some time for it to return to normal levels.  So I was a little
surprised, when I turned around to see a small motorboat making it's way
across the lake.

There was an older man sitting to the back of the small boat with his hand
on the throttle of the trolling-motor.  He looked to be in his late 50's
with a thick beard and receding hairline.  He was dressed in dirty blue
jeans with a long sleeve plaid shirt, that he'd rolled the sleeves up on.
As I stared at him, he waved to me and I casually made my way down to the
shore line to meet him.

Thinking nothing of it at the time, I was still completely naked as I
walked down to the water's edge.  Something that I had done a great many
times.  Only never to meet a stranger in a motorboat.  An never had I seen
a boat floating over top of our dock as this one was.  It also struck me as
odd, that he wasn't shocked by my nudity as he brought his boat up to the
shore and stood up to greet me.

"Hello there, neighbor."  He said in a deep voice.

"Hi."  I replied.

"I hope I'm not intruding.  I was just curious if I could barrow a few
tools."  Said this friendly, neighborly stranger.

To which I replied, "Um, I suppose...  Maybe?  You'd have to ask my Dad.
What kind are tools do you need?"

The man nodded understandingly and replied, "You wouldn't believe it but I
just bought a new Skill Saw from Harborfrieght and the damned thing already
burned up!  I knew I shouldn't have bought that cheap Chinese plastic crap
but eh, for the price I couldn't say no.  I guess that'll teach me.  So
long story short, I'd like to borrow a Skill Saw if you have one and a
hammer and a level."

His request seemed simple enough and his reasoning for making it made sense
as well.  Of course, considering he was someone I'd never seen or met
before, I was a little leery with lending him our tools.  Although, he
seemed nice enough and the fact that he wasn't bothered by nudity stuck me
a personal plus.

So I told him to follow me up to the house and I'd let him ask my Dad, just
to make sure it was alright.  He walked a few steps behind me as I lead him
up the steep gradient of our backyard and up to the house.  There we came
around the side and my Dad and Mark turned to us.

"What I tell you about bringing home strays, boy?"  My Dad asked jokingly.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I said, "He's no stray, he's our
neighbor.  He wants to know if he can borrow some tools."

"Oh?  You the one that's making all that racket across the way?"  My Dad
asked as he stepped closer to shake the man's hand.

"Yeah, that'd be me.  Sorry for the noise."  The man said as he shook my
Dad's hand, "I was doing some sawing, well, until my saw burned up.  Cheap
piece of crap that was."

"You get it at that new Harborfrieght by any chance?"  My Dad asked.

"Yeah.  How'd you know?"  The man asked.

"Because none of that cheap shit ever lasts.  It's all cheap, plastic
crap."  My Dad said with a grin.

The man nodded and said, "That's what everyone told me but then I walked in
there and saw the prices.  What I can say, I figured I'd take the chance.
Lesson learned."

"Don't feel bad, I made the same mistake once."  My Dad said with a wink,
"So what can I lend you?"

Then the man told him the tools he was interested in borrowing and my Dad
checked the shed in front of the house to see if we had the things he was
asking for.  Naturally, we had it all and my Dad generously offered the
tools to him to use.  The man was very grateful and thanked him profusely.

"I really appreciate it.  You can't imagine the time and embarrassment
you're saving me.  I'm terrible at returning broken goods.  An those places
always make you feel like you're the idiot who broke the stuff."  Said the
man as he carried the tools around the side of the house with my Dad in
tow.

Meanwhile, Mark and I each grabbed hold of a piece of the branch and began
dragging it around back.  We followed slowly behind them with the branch
trailing us, until we reached the pile.  There, we tossed it into the pile
and joined Jacob and Alex by Jacob's Playhouse.

The boy's were standing there at the base of the Playhouse, watching the
stranger make his way back to his boat.

"Who's that guy?"  Jacob asked.

"He's our neighbor I guess."  I replied.

"How come we never seen him before?"  Asked Alex, before he climbed up the
ladder to have a seat on the couch, on the Playhouse porch.

"I reckon he probably heard us cutting up that tree branch and figured we
might have some tools he could borrow."  Mark replied, "Am I the only one
who thinks it's weird that he didn't seem even a bit freaked out by seeing
us all naked?"

To that I nodded and replied, "I was thinking that too.  Maybe he likes
what he sees?"

The man's lack of surprise at seeing us all naked did strike me as
intriguing.  Though honestly, if he was going to react negatively to our
families nudism, one would have thought he never would have come over in
the first place.  I mean, it wasn't as if we were a stop along his way or
something.  He had purposely gotten into his boat and come directly over to
our house.

That coupled with his lack or reaction, gave me the feeling that he already
knew what to expect long before embarking on his journey across the lake.
Nevertheless, all the four of us could do was speculate as we watched him
and my Dad talking over by his boat.

They're conversation lasted about 15mins, before he finally got back into
his boat and waved goodbye to us as he turned around to make his way back
home.  That's when my Dad came over to us and reported his interaction with
the man.

"Nice old fella."  He said, "He's a peeper I think but he's nice enough.
Probably harmless."

To which Mark asked, "What makes you say that?"

"He had a pair of binoculars in his boat."  My Dad replied, "So either he
likes bird watching or he's been watching our peckers."

Then he reached down to Jacob's tiny cocklet and flicked it with his
fingers as he said, "Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet!"

"Hahaha!"  Jacob laughed and danced around as his Grandpa playfully fondled
him.

Alex watched and giggled at the sight of the two playing around.  I guess
he must have felt left out and decided to hurry back down the ladder in
hopes of joining the fun moment.  My Dad picked up on it quick and reached
out for him as the boy came running towards him.

Mark and I watched as our Dad picked the boy up and threw him over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He held him by his legs and patted him on the butt playfully as he asked,
"What's the woodpecker say?  Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap!"

With each 'tap' he patted the boy's bottom and Alex let out a laugh,
"Hahaha!!!"

I know I don't talk about it often enough but my Dad really was great with
the boys and knew how to have fun with them outside of the bedroom.  After
all, it's not all sex around our house you know.  There is regular day to
day life that happens.  An today was no exception.  It was great to see the
boys enjoying some fun time with their Grandpa under the shade of Jacob's
Playhouse.

Mark and I shared a kiss while we watched them laughing and playing around
together.  As always, it was wonderful to share a moment like that with my
family.  Sure, it wasn't as exciting as sex but it was rewarding in other
ways.  I'm not sure I ever told you but one of my Dad's favorite mottoes
was 'Work hard, play hard, play often.'  An we all tried to live by that
motto as best we could.

Unfortunately, there was still some work to be done around the yard and we
couldn't stop to play for very long.  Not wanting to interrupt their fun,
Mark and I made our way back around to the front of the house alone to
finish pulling the last of the tree branch around back.

Together we took hold of the last big piece and dragged it around to the
pile.  Then we grabbed some leaf rakes and raked the tiny bits into a
wheelbarrow.  Once it was filled up, we brought it around back and dumped
it into the pile, before returning the wheelbarrow and rakes to the front
shed.  The wheelbarrow was too big to fit inside the shed, so I propped it
up against it and he put the rakes inside.

Seeing as our work was done, we made our way back around to the back of the
house; Only to find that my Dad and the boys weren't there any longer.  The
backdoor to the house was open though, so we figured they had gone inside.
We walked in, just as Jacob and Alex were coming back out.  An each had a
glass of lemonade in each of their hands as they met us at the door.

Jacob handed me a glass and Alex handed one to Mark.

"Thanks, guys."  Mark said.

"You're welcome."  They said and we each took a sip of the old cold
refreshing lemonade.

"Mmmmmmm.  That's perfect."  I said.

A moment later, my Dad came out to join us and the five of us headed up to
the Playhouse to relax.  Mark and I joined my Dad in having a seat on the
couch, while the boys had a seat on the porch with their feet hanging over
the edge.

It felt pretty amazing sitting there, enjoying the afternoon sun with my
family as we sipped lemonade in the comfort of the Playhouse.  The
structure had seen it's fair share of activities but it wasn't too often
that we all gathered there to simply relax.  So it was a truly rare
experience to spend time together like that.

As we sat sipping our lemonade, my Dad brought up the topic of Labor Day.
It was the next holiday on the calendar and really just right around the
corner.  The previous year we'd spent all three days having uninhibited sex
with friends and family.  So it was only natural that he was curious as to
our plans for the holiday weekend this year.

I personally had nothing in mind but Mark reminded me that the Blue Crane
was having a cookout and camping event that weekend.  The boys seemed to
like the idea of going camping and of course, being the outdoors type, we
all loved the idea of cooking out.  Though as much fun as it all sounded, I
wasn't 100% set on the idea.  That is until he mentioned that he'd invited
Bruno and Pup to come along.  That was all it took to get me to sign on.

Jacob and Alex were both excited to hear that their little friend from the
bar was going to be there and it didn't take long for them to start asking
what all everyone was going to do there during the weekend.  It was really
an open-ended question, since we didn't fully know ourselves what was going
to be happening at the estate.  All we knew was the basics.  There would be
food, camping and lots of nakedness.  So to put it mildly, it was going to
be fucking intense.

There was only a matter of working out the travel details with Bruno to
make sure he knew how to get there and for us to figure out what stuff to
pack for the weekend.  As you already know, we had tons of camping
supplies.  We just needed to sort out what we'd be taking and what not.

With it being Thursday, we only had one day to really plan things out and I
probably should have stayed to help them sort the details.  However, it was
also getting close to the start of my shift at the Pepperoni Phallus.  So I
eventually had to leave everyone to discuss their plans without me, while I
headed inside to take a shower and get dressed for work.

Of course, they all understood and Mark told me he'd see me at Dipsticks
after work.  Which was generally where I ended up before coming home.
Since I made it a point to bring them a few pizzas each night.  Which Roger
paid me for, before reselling them for one dollar a slice to his customers.
What I didn't tell him was that I was getting them for basically nothing
and so the money I charged him I pocketed.  It was a good arrangement, that
thus far was working out nicely.

After I'd taken a shower and put on my black work pants and matching
red/black uniform shirt, I headed out the door and began my trip to the
restaurant.  It was a short ride into town but I really enjoyed it.  There
was just something about going to work that made me feel good.  Maybe it
was all the time I'd spent looking for a new job, that made me all that
much more appreciative of this one.

All I know, is it was a good job.  It might not have been a job where I
could move up the ladder to a higher position but that didn't really
matter.  The work was easy, my coworkers were nice and I got to meet a lot
of new people.  The place had only been in business a short time but since
I'd been there, Jerome said he'd already seen an increase in customers
thanks to my customer service skills.

I didn't quite understand what the big deal was though.  I mean, I just
greeted people when they came in, took their order and treated them the way
I'd want to be treated.  It seemed simple enough.  But Jerome said there
was just something about the way I did it, that made people come back more
often.

He even said that our waitress was going to be getting less hours in the
future, so that I could work more.  Since he felt that she did far less
work than I did and she didn't have the finesse that I did when dealing
with customers.  Well, actually he said she was a dumb bitch but I don't
feel it good karma to repeat what he actually said about her.  Oh wait, I
just did...  Dammit.  Oh well, I hope that doesn't come back to bite me in
the ass.

Anyway, I arrived at work just after 2pm and walked in to find our waitress
in the process of clocking herself out.  Before I could even get to the
front counter, she'd already grabbed her things and was stepping through
the divider between the counter and the wall.

"It's all yours!"  She said as she stormed passed me in a hurry.

I looked around at the few customers we had seated in the lobby and not a
single one seemed saddened by the sudden exit of their waitress.

"Um, well alright then."  I said and made my way around the counter to
clock in for my shift.

I keyed my number into the register and took the receipt that printed with
my entry time stamped on it.  Then I placed it in my pocket and turned
around to check where Jerome was.  As I stepped through the door to the
kitchen, I found him standing there on his smart phone, staring into the
screen.

He looked up only for a second to see me coming in and asked, "What?  We
have an order?"

"Um, no.  At least I don't think so.  I just got here."  I replied, "Did
you send her home early or something, because she just left."

"Bitch be playing to much.  I ain't got time for that."  He said and
returned to his mobile browsing.

"Well, alright then."  I said under my breath and walked back out to the
lobby to check on our customers.

They were happy to see me as I approached their tables one by one and asked
if they needed anything.  A few wanted a refill of their drinks or a to-go
box for their pizza.  Which I quickly got them, before returning to the
counter to tend to a customer who had just walked in.

I didn't know what all had gone on between Jerome and our waitress but I
figured it would all come out in the wash so to speak.  An I left it to
work itself out, while I waited on customers, took new orders and pretty
much did everything else expected of me.

All the while, Jerome remained in the kitchen; Where he cooked the food
between playing with his phone.  Needless to say, that made for a very long
day and it was a bit frustrating to feel as though I was working all by
myself.  You can forget what I said about my coworkers being nice.  Because
this particular day, they were far from it.  Well, at least as far as
Jerome was concerned.  In fact, here was very little communication between
the two of us right up till closing time.  He was apparently too busy
playing around on his phone to be bothered with helping me or managing the
place.

Which as manager, it was very unusual for him to hide in the kitchen all
night like that.  He was generally on top of things and in a much more
productive mood.  But for some reason, this particular shift he was not
focused at all and only seemed to be, becoming more and more distracted as
the night went on.

As I said, by the time closing time rolled around, he still wasn't feeling
talkative and I had a lobby to clean up.  I made my way to the front door
and locked it for the night, before making my way around to the tables to
pick up dishes and the impressive tips I'd received, I might add.

Of course, I didn't want to make it too obvious that I was making pretty
good tip money and decided it best to stuff it in my pocket as quickly as I
could.  Once I had it tucked away safely, I returned to the tables and
finished wiping them down.

Not long after that, I had to bus the dirty dishes to the back.  At which
point, I'd finally had enough of Jerome's persistent and excessive phone
use, and I slammed the plastic tub filled with dishes down on the table in
the kitchen.

'Slam!'

That caused him to look up in a hurry and yell, "What the fuck, man!?"

"Yeah, what the fuck?"  I yelled back, "What the fuck is so damn
interesting on the fucking phone, that you can't lift a finger to help me
get this place cleaned up!?"

I know I sounded really pissed off but most of that was just an act as I
wanted to drive home the fact that I was feeling overworked and aggravated.

You can imagine my relief when he finally did put his phone down on the
counter along the wall and said, "Calm down, bro.  Chill and shit."

Then I took a deep breath, shook my head and carried the tub of dirty
dishes over to the sink to be washed.  I honestly thought he was going to
help me but little did I know, as I turned the water on and squirted the
dish detergent into the sink, he'd picked up his phone and made a quiet
exit.

When I turned around and saw he was gone, I literally thought I was going
to throw something.  It really pissed me off.  Fortunately for him, I took
a few minutes to let the sink fill up, before storming back out to the
counter to find him and by then I'd calmed down a little bit.

That's where I saw him leaning over the counter talking on his phone.
Actually talking, not just texting or messaging.

An I overheard him say, "Oh come on baby, why you gotta be like that?"

That's when I realized he was talking to some girl and that explained a
lot.  As my Dad would say, 'If you ever see a man having a bad day, odds
are a woman is to blame.'  An in this case, he would be correct.  Jerome
had apparently spent the whole day trying to get together with some girl
he'd met on a hookup app.  That was the reason for his total lack of
concentration and productivity.

"Nah, nah I tell you what.  You ain't no freak bitch.  You just a straight
up bitch!"  He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Yeah,
well good luck honey.  'Cause ain't no other brotha gonna let you get at
them once they hear how you did me wrong."

As he continued to ream out the girl over the phone, I slowly inched my way
closer to him and overheard every word.  I could even hear her voice over
the speaker and I could tell right away, that he was talking to some
whacked out white girl; Who had no intention of ever meeting him in the
first place.  She sounded young but not stupid.  Her tone was that of a
manipulator.  Someone who was only going to take this phone exchange so
far, before ending it once she'd gotten the satisfaction she wanted.

The sad thing was, she wasn't the first person I'd heard of doing that sort
of thing.  In fact, it had become a pretty regular thing these days, for
people to connect through a hookup app with the soul intention of
manipulating the other person into giving them nude pics of themselves or
simply playing head games with them endlessly.

The point of which made no sense to me but I'd known quite a few people to
fall prey to the tactic over the years.  Poor Jerome had spent a lot of
time behind bars, during the infancy of the hookup app revolution.  So he
had no way of knowing how the game was played and just how manipulative men
and women had become, thanks in part due to the advent of the smart phone.

"Whatever bitch!  My anaconda don't got no time for lying dirty hoes!  Bye
bitch!"  He yelled and hung up.

Then he turned around and saw me staring back at him.

"What then?  You gotta a problem?"  He asked as he stepped up in my face in
an aggressive posture.

I just kept staring at him as he moved within an inch of my face.  At which
point, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.  It was just a quick
peck really but it was enough to make him jump back and I started laughing
at him.

"What the hell!?"  He yelled and I backed myself back through the kitchen
door.

He followed me in and I said to him, "Calm down, bro.  Chill and shit..."

It took him a minute to realize I was using the same words he'd just used
on me but once he did, he stopped himself at the table in the middle of the
kitchen and watched me as I returned to the sink.

Then he shook his head and said, "Can you believe the nerve of that bitch?
These white bitches 'round her be whack yo."

With my hands in the sink, I turned my head to him and replied, "Yup."

"Used to be a brotha could get some of that pretty white pussy anytime,
anywhere.  Now they all with turning this shit down cold."  He said, "I
even sent her a dick pic and shit.  An she still don't want to get at
this."

Like I said, I had a feeling I knew the truth of why she'd refused to
proceed any further with him but I couldn't resist messing him, now that I
had his complete and undivided attention for once in the evening.

I turned to him and said, "Maybe she can't handle what you're packing?"

"Her ad say she want a big'un.  Ain't none bigger than this shit here, bro.
You know what I'm say'n?"  He said as I listened and continued to wash
dishes, "If bitch can't handle it, she shouldn't be ask'n to see it and
shit."

"You realize that's how a lot of these people are now days right?  I mean
it's not just the girls.  Men do it too."  I explained, "Hookups are all
about telling lies.  Usually all they ever want is a pic to add to their
collection.  Once they get that far, it's enough and they will never
actually show up to meet."

"What's up with that shit?  Why ask for a dick pic if they ain't really
wanna get at this?"  He asked even more confused and frustrated than
before.

At which point, I stopped what I was doing and turned around to say,
"You're missing the point.  She got what she wanted from you and now she's
done.  You got played.  It happens to everyone now days.  There's no hookup
to be had, it's all about the dick pic."

"That's just fucked up."  He said shaking his head, "Bitch had me thinking
my dick was gonna beat that pussy up or some shit.  She acting all scared."

That made me chuckle and I said, "Well, maybe she was.  I don't know about
her but if someone sends me a pic of a black anaconda, my ass isn't going
out at night."

That brought a smile to his face as he said, "Yeah, true that.  This shit
here be the real fucking deal, huh?"

Feeling as though I'd stroked his ego enough, I nodded and turned around to
return to washing dishes.  While I washed off the dishes, pots and pans, I
got the feeling that Jerome was now staring at me.  It was an uneasy
feeling and I kept glancing back to see that he'd shoved his hand down the
front of his pants.  It wasn't until the second or third time that I'd
glanced back, that I noticed he was slowly moving his hand up and down.

I had a sinking feeling, no pun intended, that he was stroking himself as
he watched me work.  The thought of which normally would have turned me on
but I only wanted to get the night over with and didn't need him
distracting me or slowing me down.

Nevertheless, distracting me was quickly becoming foremost on his mind.
Before I knew it, he'd walked up behind me and had placed his hands on my
hips.  I could feel him grinding himself against me and his huge cock was
aching to get at me.

"What do you think you're doing?"  I asked.

To which he replied, "What?  I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut.  How
'bout it?  You gonna help a brotha out?  Gonna let me give that ass a tap?"

I shook my head 'no' and continued to work.  Although he clearly wasn't
taking the hint.

He continued to grind himself against me and said, "How 'bout it?  You can
do them dishes later."

"I have places to be when I leave here."  I said, "Helping you out is the
least of my problems."

That seemed to catch him by surprise as I know he expected me to drop what
I was doing to take care of his needs.  Instead, he found himself standing
there behind me in shock.  It was a position he didn't like being in and
soon he was trying to come to a compromise.

He reached around me and grabbed my hands, stopping me from working and
said, "I'll finish them dishes...  If you let me finish up your ass."

After having spent my shift working my ass off with no help from him, his
offer was appreciated but it was really too little too late.  It wasn't
going to take me but another 20mins to finish the dishes anyway.  So
stopping to let him fuck me wasn't saving me much time.  However, that's
when it occurred to me, that I was about to finish doing the dishes before
I'd had the chance to cook the pizzas I was going to bring with me to
Dipsticks.

That's when I made him a counter offer to let him fuck me in return for
five fresh pizzas.  It didn't take him more than a few seconds to agree to
the compromise and without giving me a chance to reconsider, he reached
down, unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to my knees.  No sooner than my
pants had come down, I heard his drop down behind me.

Then I placed my hands on the sink as I felt his huge black cock rub
between my legs and I bent over for him.  He picked up a bottle of
vegetable oil and dripped it down between the crack of my ass and then
proceeded to guide himself to my hole.

"Ahhmmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I gasped as the head entered me.

Then came the long 12.5" shaft, that snaked it's way up my ass, before his
curly black pubes pressed against my cheeks.

"Goddamn yo.  You eat'n my snickers bar all up."  He said, "That some nigga
loving booty right there."

"What can I say.  I ain't one of those fake bitches.  My ass is the real
deal."  I said with a smirk.

"It sho'll 'nuff is.  Mmmmmm!" He moaned as he began to work himself in and
out of me slowly.

Even though I didn't want to admit it at the time, feeling his huge cock up
my ass was sort of a reconciliatory way of making up for his lack of help
throughout the evening.  While he thrust in and out of me, I reached down
to stroke myself, only to feel his hand brush mine away.

"I got that."  He said and began to stoke me as he fucked me.

It was almost funny, that for once he was actually lending a hand,
literally.  He seemed to have a handle on the situation and so I just
remained there bent over and let him take care of business.  You know, for
a guy who spent all his time trying to get laid by women, Jerome sure knew
how to take care of a man's needs.  He could be very attentive to a partner
and make sure you felt good, while taking care of his huge black cock.

It made me wonder why he even bothered looking for women.  I mean, he had
his sex on the down-low with Derek already.  Plus he apparently could bend
me to his will, pun intended, when the moment presented itself.  If I were
him, I would have thought that was enough to keep me happy.  Oh wait, then
again, I'm almost as much of a slut as my Nephew is.  So yeah, forget I
said that.

In the midst of my bosses spontaneous fuck session, I gripped the sink
tighter as he picked up his pace and began pumping my hole good and hard.
I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he dug into me deep and I
marveled at the impressive lubrication the vegetable oil was providing.  It
was just the right slickness for sex and not too messy.

I was mentally taking notes for later use as I felt myself nearing orgasm.
I know he could feel my shaft throbbing hard in his hand as my balls
tightened and without warning, I unleashed a torrent of hot cum; That
splashed against the base of the sink and ran down to side to the tile
floor.

"Fuckkk!!!!!"  I groaned.

"Fuck yeah!  Let that shit fly."  He said as he jerked me off to
completion.

His hand worked my shaft steady and slow, until every drop had spilled from
my balls.  Then he moved his hands to my hips again and turned his focus to
pounding out his own load.  I held onto the sink, while he slammed my
asshole harder.

Then he said something that I actually wished he'd said sooner, rather than
later, because it turned me on a bit more than I expected.

"This how your kin do it?  This how Mark gives it to his big brother's ass?
Hmm?  Or it more like your Daddy?"  He said as he pounded my ass.

Hearing those words nearly brought me back to full erection again.

"Yeah, you got my Daddy's style."  I replied.

"Yeah?  Black Daddy tearing up that white ass.  Mmmmmm!!"  He moaned.

That was the extra motivation he needed to work up his load and the next
thing I knew, he was planting it deep up my ass.

"Here it come, Jimmy boy!  Aaaauuugghhhmm!!!!!"  He groaned and thrust hard
as he pumped me full of his cum.

His body shook and his balls pressed tight against my ass as he bred me
deep.  I could feel his shaft pulsing deep inside my body as he unloaded
inside me.  It was a far cry from how I expected to end my shift but he'd
fucked me and I was ready to get back to making pizzas.

So once he was ready, he eased out of me and I pulled my pants back up in
order to walk over to the table and begin preparing the five pizzas I'd
just paid for with my ass.

He watched me and joked, "Ain't you gonna clean up your mess first?"

By that he meant the cum I'd left on the base of the sink and floor.

I turned to him and said, "That's not my problem.  According to the
assignment chart, you've got mop duty today."

To which he replied, "Awe shit."

An I smiled at him as I rolled out the pizza dough.  Then before he could
pull his pants back up, I reached over to him and ran my hand along his
long shaft, collecting the vegetable oil, ass juice and cum from it to use
in my pizza.

He laughed hysterically as I mixed into the dough and said, "You nasty."

"Shh...  They say I make the best pizza.  You should try it sometime."  I
said with a wink.

That brought a smile to his face and he pulled his pants up to finish
cleaning.

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