Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2014 22:03:29 -0500
From: Kevin Peake <daddy.kevin.p@gmail.com>
Subject: Submission - Dads N Lads - Ep. VII
Dads 'N' Lads
Episode VII - Double-dogged Teen Butt
by Daddy.K
© 2014
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"Sodomy"
"You must think it's very odd of me
That I enjoy the act of sodomy
You might call the wrath of God on me
But if you try it, then you might agree
That you enjoy the act of sodomy...
Don't worry if you feel ashamed
It's been around for years
Thousands more that can't be named
Are interested in rears
Don't worry about Hell
No harm will come to your soul
We're not all Pentecostals
But everybody's got an asshole..."
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Catastrophe!
The Mississippi farm boy is caught. Is caught in a moment of flagrant,
delicious sin.
The realization pierces Landon like a cold iron pick. It is all over.
His name and photo will be plastered on the news.
The trial. The conviction.
The prison. The sex offender's registry.
His little brother's stunned expression. A worse thought -- never seeing
his little brother ever again. All because he buried his big nine inch
cock up a thirteen year old's hot ass.
Landon and the big man's eyes duel. Swords class invisibly between the
two. In these brief seconds of time a silent battle transpires. Landon
pictures one end of it: What the hell are you doing to my son?
Fuck it.
If Landon's going to go down, he's going to go down in a blaze of glory.
If this is going to be the last time he can fuck a kid, by God, it's gonna
be worth it.
"Take my load, Jesse!"
With a triumphant roar, Landon cuts loose in the kid. His thick mangravy
surges up the kid's guts. Picture Hoover Dam collapsing. The resulting
tsunami has nothing compared what Landon is pumping into the boy's
butt. The onrushing tide courses into Jesse's guts, defiantly streaming
from his balls into Jesse's rectum.
He clutches the kid to him, huffing, puffing, and screaming. Fuck me,
Jesus; this is the best cum he's ever experienced.
Landon waits for the explosion of a massive, meaty fist against his skull.
Waits for the moment when the man's hand tears him away from the hot
boyflesh Landon craves. Goddamit, he wants the man to do it like right
now, before this orgasmic high subsides, so this big powerful father can
see geysers of spicy Marine cum speckling Jesse's back.
He waits for the impact.
Landon's orgasm, one of the most catastrophic and ball-draining he's ever
had, continues howling through his body. It's so intense it feels like the
jism streams upwards from his feet.
The dreaded impact never comes.
"Dad!"
Still clutching the boy to his crotch, Landon writhes on the kid's back
hearing that word, pumping more and more jism up Jesse's butthole.
"Dad!" Jesse calls happily. "This is Landon!" He glances over his
shoulder, eyes shining. "You done yet?"
Landon shakes his head, still pumping. Goddamit he hopes it never stops,
though he'd swear he's not breathed for the last five minutes.
"Shit!" says Jesse. Jesse stands up on his toes, easing up. The Marine
cock burst from his rectum, firing volley after volley of manslime all over
his back. With a nasty farting noise two tentacles of jism slither out of
his butt and begin coursing down his legs.
"Told you he was hung!"
With a tremendous jerk, Landon ejaculates his last dollop of seed. His
cock throbs, inches away from Jesse's butt. The rigid manmeat glistens
with lube and buttslime and jism.
Things begin to penetrate Landon's befuddle consciousness. For example,
the man's -- Jesse's Dad, must call him that -- bemused expression. Those
thick arms, folded across that powerful, hairy chest. Hands which were not
balled up into raging fists.
The hostility Landon imagined was just that. Imaginary.
Well, then. What's real?
The snug trunks the man wears, damp and clinging to a clearly huge cock. A
cock that's ... engorging?
"Yeah, son," the man says, his voice benign. "He is pretty well hung."
And then -- the face of a boy, a teen with tousled black hair, appears
round the doorjamb behind his father and peers into the room, fixating on
Jesse's spread legs and his pouting, sperm-leaking boycunt.
"Landon," the big man muses. "Yeah. Heard about you a lot. Jesse won't
shut up about you. My name's Keith. Keith Peake. I'm Jesse's dad. Please
to meet you. How're you doing?"
Landon tries to speak but his throat is clogged with phlegm. It's also
very difficult to know what to say. Few situations in life prepare one for
the moment of meeting the father of the boy you're buttfucking.
The farm boy clears his throat. "I'm, uh, doin' swell, I guess. How 'bout
you?"
"I'm --" Suddenly Keith's eyes find the bong, sitting on the floor next to
Jesse's bed. They narrow and bore into the naked sperm-leaking
boy. "Jesse! Have you been smoking weed?"
A grin spreads over the black-haired boy's face. Kid must be ... fourteen?
Landon wonders how tight his butt must be. Landon gazes steady at the boy,
turning so the boy can look at his cock. The boy does, licking his lips --
Jesse shrugs sheepishly. "Yeah, Dad, well, it's all Landon's fault!"
"My fault?" Landon stares at Jesse. "I've never smoked the wacky weed
'till you made me!"
"Dad," Jesse says simply. "I wanted to help get his cock back up. That's
all."
"Did you smoke any marijuana, Jesse?"
"Well, yeah, sure, I ain't stupid, Dad!"
Keith nods. "All right, well talk about this later. Go help your brother's
unload."
Jesse whirls, a strand of semen leaking from his butthole whipping around.
Keith growls, "Put some damn clothes on, son!"
A thrill shivers through Landon when he realizes the black-haired teen --
yeah, one of Jesse's brothers, he remembers seeing that shyly smiling face
in the photo on Jesse's desk -- is fascinated his indomitable hardon.
Keith e picks up the bong and the bag of weed. He sniffs the open Ziploc
bag. "Little bastard," he mutters. "This is my shit!" He sets the
paraphernalia on the desk and extends his hand. "Jesse's told me a lot
about you."
Hesitantly Landon takes it. "R-- really?"
"Yeah," says Keith. He picks up the bong and plucks a pencil from a cup on
Jesse's desk. He begins digging at the ashes in the bowl. "You guys met
down at the pool, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"And you fucked him in that field over there, right?" Keith points vaguely,
meaning of course the field across the Buck River.
"Yeah, look, I was horny, and, uh, maybe I should've -- "
"Ah, you didn't get caught. All that matters." Keith turns. He calls
over his shoulder as he enters the bathroom, "Yeah. Jesse thinks a lot of
you. Shit, that first time you two fucked, he wouldn't shut up! Went on
and on about your balls and your prick. It was like he'd found Jesus in a
man's jeans."
"Well," Landon says softly, "it was kinda religious for me to."
And now a second boy joins the young teen at the door. This one is much
more of a boy. A sixth-grade kid, maybe eleven or twelve, with blond hair
and slightly jug-eared. His eyes go wide, feasting on Landon's rampant
cock.
Oh fuck yeah, Landon thinks, his heart speeding up as he stares at this
kid. Not able to control himself. And not wanting to. He likes how these
kid -- both of them-- are ogling his brazen meat. It's the same feeling he
felt when little Austin used to look at him there. Landon folds his arms
over his chest, so they can see his manshaft better. From tip of his cock
all the way down to his low-swaying balls. His thick pubic hair, matted
with sweat and jism. See that, boys? That's what a man's cock looks like
after he's fucked a kid silly.
"Hi," says the black haired teen. "I'm Tristan!" His mouth drops open and
his tongue nervously licks his lips.
"You, uh, Jesse's brother?" asks Landon. He twitches his cock at the boy.
And grins the world's biggest shit-eating grin.
"Uh-huh," Tristan says.
"I'm Kevin!" says the little one. "You got a big cock, mister!"
"Yeah, I know, but thanks for noticing, Kevin." Shit. Landon thought he
was done after pouring that titanic load into Jesse. But goddamned if he's
not raring to go again. With these two tykes. "Uh, Tristan," he says.
"You think I got a big cock?"
Tristan nods slowly.
Keith reenters the room, bowl now empty. He packs it. "Sorry to barge in
like this. It was kinda cold up at the lake, so we didn't stay all that
long. You staying the weekend?"
Landon swallows. "Well, I guess -- "
"Great. Where's the lighter?"
Landon points. Keith retrieves it. He lights the bowl, puffs away,
extending it to Landon. "You look pretty stoned. Want some more?"
"Umm ... sure." If there's one thing that molesting kids has taught
Landon, is that the more you deviate the more fun you have. So fuck it!
He'll smoke all the goddamned reefer he wants.
Yet another teen strides into the room as Landon smokes. Strides? More
like saunters. This teen is easy going, the kind to whom a pleasant grin
comes easily. He sports shoulder-length blond hair, and his body, well
displayed by his short, snug trunks, is something you can picture on a
surfboard. Landon guesses him to be maybe sixteen, maybe seventeen.
"Hey, Dad! Jesse and Aaron are both running around naked out front!" The
teen winks, shoots a thumbs-up Landon's way. "Nice cock, dude!"
"Shit," mutters Keith. "Come on, Chase, let's go catch 'em. Fuck! I wish
the goddamned sluts in my family would learn to wear a fucking jockstrap
when they're outside! Hell, this is a small town -- people talk if you got
naked boys out front!" Keith winks at Landon. "Be back in a second,
Landon."
Keith and Chase leave, Chase ogling Marine a grin over his shoulder.
Landon never imagined he'd even think about putting his prong up a
seventeen year old's butt. But Chase has a nice butt. Landon is beginning
to surmise that he could have stumbled into paradise here.
Shyly, Tristan and Kevin enter the room. Both boys are clad in swim trunks
that are too small for their burgeoning bodies. Snug on their hips, tight
in the crotch and, best of all, outlining their succulent butts with
clinging, damp cotton. Their eyes are fixed on Landon's hardon. The Marine
is a bit mystified as to why his cock hasn't, at the very least, lost some
of its stiffness. But Landon's is perfectly willing to suffer from
priapism if there are boys around.
"Wow," marvels Tristan, kneeling in front of Landon, sniffing this
glistening organ. "You been fucking Jesse all afternoon?"
"Umm, we, uh, did some other things," says Landon. Is it wrong, he
wonders, to want Jesse's brother too? There's an intentness to Tristan's
stare that suggest that screwing this fourteen year old will be a different
experience than stuffing his younger brother's tight rectum. But how would
Jesse react? Would it break his heart, catching Landon pumping away at
Tristan's butt, or turn him on?
Kevin stumbles into his brother, shoving Tristan to one side, taking his
older brother's place, staring up in reverent awe at the Marine's throbbing
boyfucker. He cups the man's balls in his small palms. Landon's flesh
overflows them. "Jesus, mister! Can I suck it!"
"I saw him first," yells Tristan, recovering, shoving Kevin to one side.
"I wanna suck his cock!"
Hmm. Maybe there won't be a problem when Jesse catches his brothers
blowing his Marine. Well, that's fucking awesome. Landon grins. "Hey, uh,
ya could both suck on it."
The boys smile, first at each other, then up at the Marine.
"You mean, take turns?" asks Kevin.
"Well, yeah. Or maybe, umm, ya could suck my balls and you -- " Landon
points to Tristan " -- could suck my cock!"
"Deal!"
The boys scuffle for position. Landon spreads his legs to give them room.
Swiftly the boys arrange themselves. Tristan's small mouth gape and,
grasping Landon's shaft at the base, stuffs it down his throat. Doesn't
even gag. His nose twitches, tickled by thick pungent pubic hair. Little
Kevin, who's been eager to suck cock but, like all the Peake boys, can't
get their father's gargantuan meat into their mouths, is still overwhelmed
by Landon's nuts. He can only get one in his mouth at a time, but as he
does so a massive amount of spit gushes down his chin onto his chest.
Kevin's enthusiastic about the Marine's nuts, lathering those sweaty orbs
with his tongue.
As the boys' lips slurp on his junk, Landon sighs happily and thinks: OK,
fuck this, I got no idea what the hell's going on here, but if these kids
want my cock -- and their Daddy ain't got no problem with it --goddamn if
I'm not gonna let 'em have it.
"Good job, boys," he croons.
Landon does wonder ...why? Why are these kids so turned on to sex? But
why ask why, when you've got a sexy kid slurping your meat down his throat
and an even sexier eleven year old -- eleven! Landon's knees tremble,
thinking about what he's doing -- gulping one testicle after the other.
A blur capers down the hall, then skids to a halt just outside the door.
It's Jesse, clad now in a jockstrap that's clearly too large for him. He
leans against the doorjamb. "Cool! Dad said Tristan and Kevin would be
taking care of you, old man!" He grins. "Don't bust a nut yet -- " shakes
his rump " -- I still want your big boner up my butt!"
Another blur shoots down the hall, whooping stupidly.
"Well," says Landon, "why don't ya come in here and let me show yer, uh,
brothers how I fuck ya?"
"Can't! Gotta unload -- "
The other blur, racing back up the hallway, collides heavily with Jesse. A
long limbed coltish body, clad in a jockstrap that clearly has never been
washed since it was taken from its package, bulges over fully mature teen
organs. This brother is blond, and wears, in addition to his too-snug
jock, a backwards baseball cap. His whooping stops. His eyes go wide.
"Wow, Tristan! You got that whole rod!"
Tristan pulls off. "Fuck, it's big!"
Landon grabs Tristan by the hair, twitching his rod obscenely for this new
teen. Yeah. He likes this boy. He can tell he'd be hot in the sack.
"It's a big one, ain't it? OK, Tristan, get back to work!" He guides
Tristan's face back to his cock, begins to sink his meat in slowly so the
baseball-capped teen can watch.
Kevin, sensing his opportunity, bucks against his brother, sending Tristan
tumbling backwards. Kevin seizes Landon's prick and stuffs it in. His
mouth, much smaller, can't handle much more than the head and a little of
the shaft. Little Kevin's lips stretch thin as he suckles on Landon's
boyfucker.
"Bastard!" yells Tristan. "I'll pound you for that!" He balls a fist.
"Suck his asshole!" Jesse calls. "Landon likes it!"
And Landon, who doesn't want Tristan's fist to cause little Kevin to bite
the Marine's favorite organ, nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, Tristan. Jesse
taught me, but I'd like to learn more."
Tristan looks up. His fist relaxes. He shrugs. He grins. Landon spreads
his legs wider and pulls his buttcheeks apart. Tristan scampers on his
knees round and plunges his face into Landon's buttcrack. Landon shoves his
butt back, bending over slightly. Tristan's eager tongue finds the hole
and swirls on it.
From downstairs, Keith thunders, "Jesse! Aaron! Get your goddamned asses
down here NOW!"
As the two jockstrapped boys gallop away, down the stairs, the oldest one
-- the surfer -- saunters through the door, a bong in each hand, red-eyed
and grinning stupidly. He sets both bongs on the desk and pulls a full bag
of weed from his back pocket. He wriggles his eyebrows at Landon. "We're
gonna have fun!" He looks at his young brother, sucking Marine cock. "He
doing you right, man?"
"Hell yeah, man!" says Landon.
"Yeah. Taught him myself. Kevin! Get out of those trunks!"
Kevin shakes his head, his lips never leaving Landon's prick.
"Dad said to!"
Sighing, Kevin detaches from this new cock and all that wonderful pubic
hair that so fascinates him and then stands. He shimmies out of his
trunks, revealing a lithe body, sleek and glistening. His small dick is
rigid, throbbing against his belly.
Chase turns Kevin round, presenting his butt. "Look at this. Prime meat!"
Shit!
Two small hemispheres of muscled boycheeks, pressed tightly together, and a
narrow, deep cleft between them. The boy's spine is naturally arched. He
looks, when displayed like this, like he's offering himself for a good
breeding.
Landon licks his lips. "Fuck yeah, man, fuck yeah!"
Biting his thumb thoughtfully, Kevin looks over his shoulder at the Marine.
"Will you fuck me later, Mr. Landon?"
Laughing, Landon says, "Shit, yeah, kid, I'll fuck yer brains out!"
Tristan, no dummy, senses an opportunity and scurries round to his former
position and begins sucking Landon's cock. Landon, though appreciating the
thrill of being in an eleven year old's mouth, finds himself preferring the
deep-throating this randy fourteen year old is capable of.
"Nice, ain't it?" says Chase. He undoes the drawstring and steps out of
his shorts. He's getting stiff. Landon watches the teen's cock swell,
standing out from light-brown pubes.
Big cock, Landon notes admiringly.
"Ten inches, man!" Chase boasts. "You're about to learn big dicks run in
this family."
Shit! Ten inches? The boy's bigger than the Marine. Goddamn. "Great
cock, man," says Landon.
Chase and Landon high five. "Thanks. Not bad, either." He's talking
about Landon's nine incher. "But, uh, you're too old for me, if you know
what I mean."
Kevin sticks his butt out. "This isn't too old for you!"
"Nope, Kevin, it isn't." Chase kneels behind his brother. He plants a
peck on each cheek. "Not yet, anyway." He adjusts Kevin a bit, then pries
open his kid brother's buttcheeks, revealing a tiny hole. He wriggles his
eyebrows, then puts his face there, in Kevin's ass.
The little boy coos as his big brother's tongue spears him. "Eat me,
Chase!"
It's just a brief moment, though.
Grinning, Chase uncaps the lube and smears it on his cock. "Well, little
brother, you're almost too old for me." He glances at Landon. "I like 'em
young. Real young. You know? You ever think of doing it with a real
young kid?"
A surge of excitement suddenly pulsates through Landon. "Like, uh, how
old?"
It's Kevin who answers. "Eight! He likes eight year olds!"
"Yeah, man," says Landon, "I could go for that, yeah, I think."
Then Landon's breathing stops. Is what he thinks -- no, hopes -- is going
to happen? Is he going to see ... incest? Brother-on-brother action? Is
he going to see what he's so long pretended he doesn't think about,
happening, in front of him?
Yes. Yes it is.
Chase pours a dollop of lube on his fingers. He turns young Kevin to face
him and, reaching round the little tyke, stuffs two fingers into his
brother's rectum.
Kevin grins and shoves backwards into the forbidden penetration.
"Hot damn!" Landon grabs Tristan by the ears and begins longoccking the
youngster's throat. This kidporn show unfolding right in front of him is
driving him nuts. As Chase lines up, rubbing his cockhead up and down the
eleven year old's buttcrack, Landon shoves all the way into Tristan's,
resting his balls on the boy's chin. The black haired boy hums contentedly
on the Marine's meat.
"Fuck him," Landon breathes. "Fuck yer brother, stud. Fuck him!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck Kevin, like you fuck Jesse. Ready, little Kevin?"
Chase's knees bend. His cockhead finds Kevin's socket. "I like fucking
'em real young, man, really young!" \
He shoves in, sinking five inches of meat into his brother's rectum.
Goddamn.
What a moment.
Real incest, right there, here in this room, where everything in Landon's
life began to finally turn the way he'd always wanted it to go.
Kevin grins over his shoulder at Chase. "Come on! All of it!"
"Little slut," grins Chase, and slams home.
"Oooff" Kevin staggers forward. His brother's assault is brutal. Chase
hammers his butt hard, giving it to his kid brother.
"Wow," says Landon. "He took it all!"
"Kevin can take anything," says Chase, settling into a slower rhythm now.
"You know Tristan likes it up the butt, too."
Landon's gotta have some butt.
Landon yanks his cock free of Tristan's mouth and hauls the boy to his
feet.
The black hair teen looks at Landon from beneath curly bangs falling
forward over his eyes. "Yeah! I really like it up my butt!"
"Yer gonna get it!" Landon spins him around. "Hard!" Deftly he strips
Tristan's swim trunks off his body. Goddamn! What an ass on that kid.
Bubble butt, yeah, but hard and muscled, dimpled and best of all smooth and
hairless, even in the crack. Strong thighs and shoulders. Landon pops a
firm cheek. "Nice. I'm gonna fuck ya hard! Shit that butt turns me on!
Get on Jesse's bed, Tristan. Doggy style!"
Sucking shyly on a finger, maybe a little worried at what the sight of his
succulent ass has unleashed, Tristan complies, positioning his butt right
on the edge of the bed so Landon can stand. Landon first kneels, fingering
and suckling on Tristan's butt. Because an ass like that demands it. The
pucker is just as smooth as Jesse's, though Tristan's nuts sport downy
black hair. That pucker irises open as Landon's tongue licks at it,
drawing the man inside.
Chase maneuvers Kevin, steadily longcocking his brother, so the little
eleven year old can kneel on Jesse's bed beside Tristan. He pulls his
shaft almost all the way off, displaying his greasy meat, head still lodged
in his brother's butthole. "Yeah, man," growls Chase, "boyfucking's the
best! Come on! Get in there!"
Landon stands, reaching for the lube. He greases up Tristan's hole. Shit!
The boy's tight up there.
Wow, he realizes. I'm about to molest my second kid! And it's Jesse's
brother!
Tristan watches Landon over his shoulder, squeezing his butthole on the
Marine's probing fingers. "Come on! Quit teasing me! Give me cock!"
Landon tosses the Astroglide onto the bed. "Shit, I like giving any hot
kid my cock!" He lines up and sinks in. No pausing to let the fourteen
year old adjust. Landon takes the boy, shoving his big iron-hard cock all
the way in, until his swampy, reeking pubic hair is crammed into Tristan's
asscrack.
"Let's fuck!" says Chase.
Laughing, Landon begins pumping Tristan's ass. His eyes shift back and
forth between the succulent buttcheeks he's plowing and that forbidden,
incestuous union of underage sibling flesh. The images and pictures
whirling through his mind ... fuck yeah, Austin, little brother, I really
wish you were here!
"AAARGH"
Landon whirls, still pumping away.
There frame by the door is one of Keith's kids -- Aaron -- clasping his
head, his face a mask of mock horror. The teen sports a boner in his jock.
It thrusts above the waist band and a bead of precum quivers, cupped in the
pisslips. "No spare cocks!" the fifteen year old cries in horror. "What
the fuck am I gonna get up MY butt?"
"Aaron," yells Tristan, "Dad bought some big cucumbers yesterday!"
"Aaron's a bottom," Chase explains, thrusting easily into Kevin's guts. "A
total fucking bottom."
"Yeah!" Aaron pants. "I like it doggy style too, Mr., uh, whatever the
hell your name is."
The big father appears behind his grinning, goofy son. Keith pops Aaron's
jockstrapped ass "Aaron's a slut."
Jesse, following his father, is once again naked. He walks alongside, his
Dad's arm draped over his shoulder. Seeing his favorite Marine fucking his
brother, Jesse grins. Yeah! The kid knew all along this was going to be a
special weekend.
"That's right!" Aaron says. He leaps onto the bed, forcing his way between
Kevin and Tristan, panting like a dog. His round ass is golden, smooth,
and the tight anus is wantonly displayed like a bitch in heat as the goofy
blond kid spreads his buttcheeks. "Wanna fuck me?" He winks at Landon.
Landon sniffs. You can't mistake that odor for anything else. Yeah,
Aaron's jock hasn't been washed. The chlorine scent of countless loads of
teen spunk. The powerful musk of a young boy who needs to cum like fifteen
times a day. The smell of a slut teen permeates the room, almost as
powerful as the scent of adult male armpits -- of Jungle Juice.
"He's fucking me!" cries Tristan, outrage. He reaches back, clasps the
Marine to him. "Dad! Don't let Aaron steal him!"
"Gideon!" Keith bellows.
"Coming, Dad!"
"So," Keith says, "you got him started up again."
"Dad," says Chase, "he never stopped. Tristan and Kevin were blowing him
when I got here!"
"Cool." Keith pushes Jesse onto his bed alongside Tristan. With four boys
on the bed there's not much room. It is a hot sight. Four young asses,
displayed for breeding, two of them already stuffed full of cock. Keith's
eyes focus on Landon's cock, emerging from Tristan's tight ass like a long,
fat worm. "Yep, nice meat."
"Real nice!" says Jesse, fumbling for the lube.
"Ya don't mind me fuckin' yer kids?" asks Landon.
"Nope. Not at all. I got no problem who my kids have sex with, so long as
whoever they're fucking is a stud." Keith pops Landon's hard ass. "You
quality, man. Does that cock ever go down?"
Jesse chirps, "Hell no, Dad!"
A notion begins to form in Landon's mind, as he watches Keith, still clad
in his trunks, standing there behind young Jesse's sweet butt, the bulge in
those trunks growing. It's a forbidden notion, touching on things even
hotter than man-on-boy or brother-on-brother action.
"I take it," says Keith, "you've realized I don't have a ... conventional
family."
"No, sir." Landon grins. "And I'm fuckin' glad ya don't!"
"You ever think about ... starting your own family, Landon?" asks Keith.
Landon swallows. "Yeah. I have."
"Hey, Dad!" This is a teen voice, but it's very deep, very masculine.
Another son? Holy shit.
This new kid is a stud. Maybe sixteen. High and tight cut to his hair,
short, powerful build with big pectorals, with no chest hair, a flat belly
decorated with a dark treasure trail, mighty biceps, and shoulders that
Landon imagines could hoist an elephant overhead. Big nipples, too, and a
big cock. This new brother's hardon, angled down in his army-green
jockstrap, pulls the pouch away from his groin. He sets a cooler down by
the door.
"Thanks, Gideon," says Keith. "Refreshments, for later."
"And other things," smirks Gideon, palming his jockpouch.
Keith orders: "Fuck Aaron, Gideon. He's been whining for cock all
afternoon."
Grinning, Gideon shoves his jockpouch aside. He sports eight inches of
veined teen meat, rock hard, thick, jutting out from huge balls and a groin
of matted pubic hair. Looking wolfishly down at his young brother's back,
he spits in his palm and slathers spit on his meat. With no further lubing
Gideon jams his log up Aaron's butt.
"At least I felt it this time," says Aaron.
Gideon's buttcheek, as he pumps at Aaron, brushes Landon's and Chase's. He
glances at the Marine, his eyes appreciating the young man's strong
muscles. "Fucking Aaron's like fucking the Holland Tunnel," he explains.
"I swear this is true. He hangs out in the horse barn at the county fair,
watching the stallions."
"It's true," says Keith. One hand idly strokes Jesse's butt.
Landon's eyes shoot from left to right. Shit! He doesn't know what to
watch.
Gideon glances down at his shaft. White strands of semen coat it.
"Christ! Dad! Aaron's sloppy up there!" He points so Landon can see.
Yep, the teen's shaft wears a web of some unknown man's semen.
"Who's been fucking you, Aaron?" asks Keith, undoing the string on his
shorts.
"Hell if I know!"
The brothers laugh. Landon joins in. So little Jesse isn't the only whore
in this household of sweet-assed boys.
Then his laughter stops.
Keith has dropped his trunks.
Landon's eyes bulge. "Fuck, man! Talk about stallions!"
The biggest cock he's ever seen on any man thrusts out of the big stud's
groin. That breeder is huge and threatening. Awe-inspiring. The man's nuts
match the cock -- but of course, to breed a brood like this, Keith's gotta
have balls. The great cock looms over Jesse's slim butt.
"Thanks, Landon. Tristan! Throw Daddy the lube!"
The Astroglide arches through the air. Keith catches it, uncaps it.
Looking at that foot long daddycock, looming over Jesse's buns, seeing his
beloved blond boy's eyes shine with pride, Landon must confront those
images, those suspicions, which have burgeoned within him. He thinks of
that time he went into a Wal-Mart back home and saw a young boy bury his
face in his father's crotch. He remembers little league games, fathers
crouching behind their son, adult groin and kidbutt not six inches apart.
"You guys, uh, do this every Friday night?" Landon asks.
"We do it as much as we can!" calls Tristan.
"Dam right." Keith pours a ribbon of lube on his meat, slathering it on.
"Your family do anything like this, Landon?"
Landon shakes his head.
"You oughta think about starting your own family, then. You got some stud
nuts. Betcha you'd breed all boys, just the way mine do. " Keith pops
Jesse. "How many loads you gut up there, son?"
"Ummm ... five or six, I think," says Jesse.
"Six?" says Landon. "I only came twice!"
"Umm, old man, I got buddies at school!" A mischievous light plays in his
eyes.
"Sloppy seconds," Keith croons. "Ain't nothing better than sloppy
seconds."
Goddamn. Landon slices deep into Tristan, buries himself there, holds
steady. Goddamn. This big stud is going to do it.
Keith lines up his gigantic dadmeat, presses the cockhead into Jesse's
sloppy boycunt.
"Are you -- " Landon croaks. Shit. Is it really gonna happen? First
man-on-boy, then brother-on-brother, and now ... dad-on-son? Really? Am I
going crazy? God, are you fucking with my mind?
God's answer comes in the form of Keith Peake's voice.
"Yeah I'm gonna fuck my son, just the way I've fucked every boy in this
room!"
For the first time in his life -- but not the last -- Landon sees a
father's cock sink into a son. A real father, a real son. One of the most
forbidden, deviant, and hottest sex acts there is.
Landon's own semen -- and other, unknown loads -- boils out of Jesse's
rectum as the thick truncheon that created the blond slut brutally opens
the boy's anus. The dadshaft sinks slowly into the boy, Keith's eyes fixed
on the marine, watching the other man as he molests his own kid. Jesse's
fingers curl into balls as he absorbs inch after inch of thick dadmeat.
"Fuck me, Dad!" Jesse calls.
"I'm gonna fuck you good, Jesse, good and hard. The way I always do!"
"Jeeeeeesus," breathes Landon. "Wow. Your own kid, man. Your own fucking
kid."
"Yeah," says Keith. "it's hot!" Keith drapes an arm round Landon's
shoulders, pumping slowly at his son. Obscene slurping sounds emanate from
the unlawful union of father and son. "Damn, man, you blow fucking huge ass
loads. Shit! Betcha could father a family like man in one blast!"
"Well, Mr. Peake -- " Landon begins.
"If you're fucking my sons, call me Keith." The man glides in, his furry
groin coming to rest against Jesse's butt. He points down at the sight.
"Look at that, man. Look at that. My pubic hair in my kid's crack."
"Well, Keith," Landon drawls, "I think I'd like a family like yours!"
Keith begins withdrawing his cock. The giant shaft drips with Landon's --
and three boys' -- cum. "You got a girl?"
"Yeah, back home."
"Breed her, man. Breed that bitch! Make a boy. In ten years you can be
up his butt just like this."
"Eight," says Chase, screwing away at Kevin. "Eight years, Dad. He likes
'em real young."
"Incest is best, man," says Keith Peake. "Don't ever forget it!"
The four fuckers churn. Stud asscheeks rub against asscheeks. Eyes flit
from body to body.
Landon is obsessed with the huge daddycock plunging in and out of Jesse
sweet rectum, drenched with ropes of sperm. Landon's sperm, yeah, but it's
Jesse's dad who embedded in the boy's guts. Fucking hot mansperm! It's
what you give to boys. It's what you make boys out of.
It makes Landon want to breed. He thinks of that chick at the Burger King
earlier this afternoon. Yeah. He wants to be a daddy. A big hairy
muscled breeder, like this man. Fucking his own kids.
"Yeah!"
Grinning, Landon gazes down on Tristan's back. The boy is compactly
muscled. His fourteen year old butt absorbs Landon's thrusts with
practiced ease. Wow. That big dadshaft must've been up there. Hell, it
would've been hot to see that cock, burrowing up this boy's bubble butt for
the very first time. Tristan has his head turned, his eyes closed, and his
tongue protruding slightly. He licks the soft down on his upper lip.
Landon pops the black haired boy's smooth globe. "Tighten up that butt,
kid! Daddy likes it sweet!"
Tristan tosses his head, grinning, and complies.
"That's the spirit," Keith grunts, cock churning faster in Jesse's guts.
He whispers in Landon's ear: "Plug Kevin. The kid's the tightest one here.
I just busted his cherry. I want him to be as big as slut as Jesse."
Wow. A dad just asked him to fuck his eleven year old son. Screw what
they told him in church. Heaven is a pedophile's bedroom. Landon grins and
drawls out the only possible answer: "Hell yeah!"
The room reeks of sweaty armpits, of boybutts, of cum leaking from boy
asses.
Gideon, fucking away at Aaron's jockstrapped ass, gasps suddenly and begins
throwing hard, furious strokes into his brother. He is the first to give
up his nut. His buzz-cut head tilts back, the muscled stud's mouth gapes,
and he jams his crotch against his brother's butt.
"Take it, bitch!" Gideon snarls, firing bullets of sizzling semen into
Aaron's chute.
Aaron purrs, feeling the hot, wet, sticky goo gushes into his intestines.
Gideon eases back, his teen cock emerges, glistening, with a slurp.
"I've had better," says Aaron, rising. "Who you been fucking, Gid?
Doesn't even feel like a full load in there." He shimmies his ass, as if
sloshing his brother's sperm around, seeking to determine its weight.
"Saving it," says Gideon. He staggers back, his cock still stiff and ready
for round two.
The blond pushes his baseball cap back, looking at the sweaty Marine
rutting in his kid brother's ass. He slaps his buttcheek, trying to entice
Landon to shift boycunts. "Come on! My butt's a hell of lot tighter than
that slut you're fucking!"
"Fuck you!" yells Tristan, grinding his ass against Landon's cock. "Don't
listen to him! I want your cum up my ass!"
"Shut up, Aaron," Keith rumbles, grinning, slicing faster and faster into
Jesse's butt.
"Hey, Dad! If you stuffed your cock down my throat, I wouldn't so much of
an asshole!"
"My cock's busy," says Keith. "But I got a better idea. Come over here and
eat your Daddy's butt."
Aaron's face lights up. "Yeah!" He leaps off the bed and buries his face
between Keith's furry buttcheeks. Keith slows, enjoying his son's tongue
as it penetrates his butthole.
Landon's getting there, plowing away at Tristan's ass. He likes looking
down at the smooth back. He likes staring at the ring of glistening teen
flesh, wrapped on his thrusting cock. He revels in the feeling of power and
domination he has over the boy. He feels the boy's need -- Tristan's
hunger for mansperm --expressed by his clasping ring.
Yeah, Landon thinks, I'm a fucking pedophile. And goddamitn I wouldn't
have it any other way!
"Gideon!" Keith calls sharply. From the furious slapping of his crotch
against Jesse's buttcheeks he's obviously getting close to blasting his own
nut, "eat it!"
A brief moment of confusion. What does the stud mean? Then Landon feels
the teen's breath against his ass, feels sweet lips sucking on his butt,
and feels Gideon thrust his face between Landon's buttocks. Gideon's
tongue duels with the Marine's tight ring. Remembering how it felt when
little Jesse got it up there, Landon relaxes, and the teen's tongue enters
Landon's ass.
Keith and Landon bust their nut at pretty much the same time. Both men
roar, jetting hard into the hot boycunts they've impaled. Picture two big
men, each powerful, one the elder and massive, the other younger and
obviously destined to match the elder's size, hooting and hollering, buried
balls deep in boycunt. Picture big fat nuts, clad in thick hair, pulsing,
firing bolt after bolt of cum into the dark, hungry voice of a kid's
butthole.
"Man, I needed that!" Keith pants. He winks at Landon. "Look! This is
gonna be fucking hot!" Jesse's butthole, when that stud father withdraws
his footlong cock, farts wetly and oozes a thick river of cum, which pools
between his knees on the bed.
"Shit, man," says Landon. He withdraws too. Tristan's rectum takes all of
Landon's breeding juice. Not a drop escape. The teen rises, turns, pecks
Landon on his cheek.
Gideon keeps munching obsessively on the Marine's ass. Spit gleams on his
chin and on his neck.
Laughing, Landon tells Gideon, "All right, man, enough! I gotta take a
break!"
Only then does Gideon slips his tongue from out of Landon's ring. Even then
he doesn't give up completely. He slurps up sweat from the back of the
farm boy's balls. Wiping his lips, he studies Landon's hard ass, his brows
furrowed in concentration as Landon steps away to bends over to fetch a
beer from the cooler.
Chase still saws away at Kevin's butt. The stoner's eyes are closed and
he's oblivious to nothing but the sensation of his brother's tight rectum,
sheathing Chase's plunging, bucking cock.
Keith joins him. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah, man. This is living!" Landon pops Keith on the arm. "Now I see
why Jesse's such a hot fuck. He had a great teacher!"
Jesse, still kneeling on the bed, scooping up the sperm leaking from his
butt and sucking it into his mouth, presents the perfect picture of the
thoroughly fucked son.
"Yeah, well," says Keith, "if you got a kid as hot as Jesse, how the fuck
can you keep from screwing him?"
"Hell, I wouldn't, if I had a kid like Jesse. Or Tristan. Or Kevin. Or
even Chase." Landon sucks down beer. "Come on, Chase, bust that nut!"
"You old fucks just can't stay in the saddle like us young guys," Chase
laughs, still plowing his little brother. Both the teen and the kid wear
stupid expression, grinning, eyes fogged over, both of them awash in the
raw feelings of their own lust. Stud teen hot for kidbutt. Sweet boy
hungry for thrusting shaft and, best of all, the sizzling feeling of semen.
Gideon grabs a bottle of beer from the cooler. "Watch this," he says,
uncapping it. Gulping, he struts over to Chase. He spits foam onto his
palm and smears it on his shaft. Grunting, he rams his cock up his
brother.
"Goddamn!" Chase yells. "Fuck, that hurt!"
"Come on, Gid," says Keith. "You could at least kiss your brothers before
you rape 'em!"
Gideon laughs, spewing beer. "Shit! This is fuckin' awesome!" He begins
rabbit fucking Chase.
Jesse rises slowly from the bed. As he stands, semen begins to gush down
the inside of his thighs. The amount is unbelievable, the smell powerful.
Chagrinned, he looks to his Dad as the leaking sperm forms a huge puddle
between his feet.
"You need to drop some of that in the toilet?" Keith asks. His dong,
mostly limp, begins to bounce.
"Hell, no, Dad!" Jesse grins. "The leaking is the best part!" He
grimaces. "Gotta piss, though."
"Yeah?" drawls Landon. "You gotta piss?" He grins, kneeling. "Come here,
son." If he wasn't stoned, and drunk, he wouldn't have had this thought.
It seems a great way to show the boy his gratitude at the world Jesse's
opened up for him.
Jesse's eyes light up. "Yes, Daddy!" He trots over. Slime glistens on his
thighs and calves.
Landon kneels and takes the thirteen year old's cock, full of blood but not
erect, into his mouth. This moment will be full of firsts for him. This
is the first time he's ever had any cock in his mouth. Eager to give
pleasure to the boy who's pleased him, Landon takes it all the way down.
The boy's smooth balls snuggle against his chin.
Landon looks up at Jesse and nods.
Jesse nods down. He sighs. He relaxes. An obscene flurry of farting
noises burbles from his ass.
Then Jesse pisses.
Landon wasn't expecting the pee to have texture. But it's there, a slimy
quality, almost as if all the semen jetted up Jesse's butt has made all the
kid's secretions into something slimy and delicious and nasty. It is hot.
The taste? Rather bland. Landon had expected, based on what he smells
when he cuts loose in the barracks urinals, something rancid, acidic, even
chemical.
Nothing like that. It's natural. Happily he gulps, losing only a few
drops.
"Nice," says Keith, "my boy's got the best piss you'll ever taste!"
And he's got a lot of it too. Landon had been afraid he might gag, sucking
down the flow, but he doesn't. It's natural, like drinking spring water
right from the pool.
When the flow dwindles away Landon stands, his cock stiff again, and
ruffles Jesse's hair. "Better, Jesse?"
"Thanks, old man!"
Aaron joins Keith and Landon. He too gets a bottle of beer. Uncapping it,
he slips the neck up his butthole. "Gotta cool off in there," he says. He
bends over. The brown bottle stays lodged in his butthole as the beer
pours inside. "Shit! It's cold!" He shivers.
"I thought I told you," says Keith, "you couldn't drink 'till you were
sixteen."
"Dad! Pouring beer up your butt is the total opposite of drinking!"
"I think he's got ya there," says Landon.
"Yeah, Dad, listen to the old man! And, well, Jesse ain't supposed to get
stoned either!" Pulling the neck out of his butt, the slim-boned, finely
muscled teen gulps down half of what remains. "Yeah! Buttjuice and beer!
WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!"
"So if I fuck him ... " Landon begins.
"It's gonna be explosive," finishes Keith.
They watch Gideon, Chase and Kevin rut only as teenagers can on Jesse's
bed. Chase's long blond hair flies, flinging sweat. Kevin rests his cheek
on the bed, perfectly passive, letting Chase's hands, clamped to his waist,
impale his school-aged butt on rampant teen cock. Gideon is a tableau of
obscene pleasure, plastered to Chase's back, humping madly, huffing,
puffing, sweat coursing down his spine and into his tight buttcrack.
"Hey, Dad," Chase calls, "you know Curtis might be up for some action."
"Yeah, I know, but by the time he gets his lazy ass here we'll be done. He
can come over tomorrow." Keith looks at Landon. "You're staying, right?"
"Got a weekend pass," says Landon. He finishes his beer and sets in on the
desk. He's ready for, what, round five? "Hey, Aaron. Blow my meat."
"That's the way to talk to a Peake boy," says Keith.
The teen drains the last of his beer and sinks to his knees. He gulps down
the throbbing Marine cock. His head bobs. The goofy teen sucks the cock
all the way down to his root. His tongue slithers out to lap at Landon's
hairy sack.
"Cool." Landon lays a hand on Aaron's head, guiding the teen on his shaft.
"Blow me, kid. You're good. Damn good. I like it, kid."
On the bed the final paroxysms occur. Gideon nuts again, silently firing a
load of steamy teencum up Chase's butt. Kevin, wearing his wet hair like a
helmet, shrieks happily with his dry orgasm, humping his butt madly against
Chase's crotch. Chase is the final one of the trio to explode, pouring out
a flood of breeding sauce up the sixth-graders boychute. That slutty
youngster doesn't lose a drop of it when Chase extracts his giant cock.
Chase's ring, though, displays a pearl of Gideon's juice, quivering there,
nested in a pink ring of folded tissue.
"Nice," Landon breathes, shuddering.
"Let's take a break," says Keith.
"Sure, man." Landon pulls his cock free of Aaron's throat.
"Aw, man," Aaron whines.
The men, the teens, and the boys take a break. It is time to further
enhance their chemically altered states. Most of them inhale a bowl. Even
Jesse, who smokes it brazenly in front of his stoned dad. Poor Kevin's
eyes look anxiously at the bong as it is passed but no one gives him even
the slightest toke.
"This is my good stuff," says Keith, red eyed. His cock is long and thick
and definitely engorging.
Behind Keith, Chase packs a bowl. Kevin stands next to his brother,
fondling his balls. Landon grins at the boy, wondering what sloppy seconds
in something that tight will be like.
"First time I've ever smoked the wacky weed," says Landon. "I like it."
Chase meets Landon's gaze. Pressing his fingers to his lips in a shush
gesture, he retreats to the hall, bong in hand. Little Kevin follows
eagerly.
"Yeah, well, don't smoke any of Chase's shit. Kid's into swag, you know."
"How many kids you got?" asks Landon , resting his hand on Aaron's shoulder
as that kid kneels again and resumes the interrupted blowjob. With his
free hand he caresses Jesse's sleek, smooth butt. Jesse lifts a bottle of
beer to Landon's lips, pouring the liquid in.
"Beats the shit out of me," says Keith. "I'm a breeder, see? I don't
marry. I fuck chicks because I've got to have kids. Boys. I'm lucky in
that most of 'em are boys. I think I got magic nuts, you know? I pay for
their moms to raise 'em until, well, it's time for them to come here. For
Daddy to molest them. I got kids all over the county."
Landon clears his throat. "How old's your youngest?"
Keith laughs. "Fuckin' pervert. I like you. My youngest is six months.
Won't be fucking him for a while. I break 'em in when they're thirteen."
"Twelve, Dad," chime Jesse and Tristan simultaneously.
Smoke billows past the door. "Eleven, Dad!" says Kevin from the hallway.
He dissolves into a fit of coughing.
"They live with their moms 'till I think they're ready to move here with
me," says Keith. "I see them. They know I'm their Dad. I take 'em
places. I help them with their homework." He grins evilly. "Give 'em
baths, too."
"Got any daughters?" asks Landon.
"Yep. A few." Keith hefts his nuts. He looks at the Marine. "Thinking
about starting your own family?"
"Yep." Sexual images crowd Landon's mind. Heterosexual images. Of his
body, laboring hard between some woman's legs. Woman? Fuck it. Girl.
Yeah. He pictures looking down at her cunt after he withdraws, watching
his semen pour out of her. He images his son emerges from her vagina.
Yeah. His son. What should he name his first? Austin? Landon pummels
Aaron's throat hard, choking the teen.
Keith knows exactly what the Marine's thinking. "Betcha you wanna breed a
girl when she's young, right?"
"Right."
"I got a fourteen year old daughter," says Keith. "Was thinking about
fucking her myself. If you want, you can have her. But you gotta bareback
her, and you gotta make a baby."
Shit. Wow. He could do this. This isn't a fantasy. This is fucking
real. The thought intoxicates him. Starting his own family. Breeding his
own sons. Kids for him to molest. A lifetime of perverted lust. "Fuck
yeah," Landon says.
"You want it, don't you? You want it bad."
"I gotta, man. I gotta!"
"Deal," says Keith. He extends his hand. "Welcome to the family,
son-in-law!"
"Dad," Kevin whines, leading Chase back into Jesse's crowded bedroom. "I'm
horny!"
Keith lays a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Yeah, son, so's Daddy. Let's
fuck!" Keith pries Aaron's head of Landon's cock. "Let up, Aaron. We're
going to play some more!"
Belching, the fifteen year old stands, wiping spit from his lips.
Excitement growing, Landon strides forward, his hardon leading the way.
Eyes are locked on his meat. But Landon has eyes only for one of these
boys, the youngest one present, sweet eleven year old Kevin. Standing in
front of the boy -- and trying hard not to think about what he knows will
soon happen when he goes back home to the farm in Mississippi -- he takes
the boy by the hand. "You wanna touch my cock, kid?"
Shyly, Kevin grins up at him, his eyes luminous beneath blond bangs. He
grasps the Marine's cock just behind the shaft. His small hand doesn't fit
around the man's throbbing cock. "It's big!"
"Yeah," Landon says thickly. Shit, those are hot words coming from Kevin's
mouth. "I want to put it up yer butt, son. You OK with that?"
"Can I lick it again?"
"Sure, son. Go down on it."
Little Kevin kneels unsteadily. He licks his lips, and then lashes his
tongue on Landon's cockhead, tasting the drying remnants of cum and
buttslime. Humming contentedly, he gapes wide and shoves the man's meat
into his mouth.
Shit, man, Landon thinks. In eight years that'll be my own son blowing me!
Down there! Looking up at my twenty-eight year old body. Worshipping the
meat the created him.
Keith pops Landon's buttcheek. "Yeah, feed my little buddy your meat,
Marine. He loves sucking cock." Keith grabs his own giant shaft at the
base. "He tries and tries but he just can't get too far with this
monster."
"How in the fuck did ya get that thing up Kevin's butt?"
Keith winks. "We played horsie!"
Kevin says -- voice muffled, because of the big cock -- "I like horsie!"
As Landon begins sawing at those soft lips -- shit yeah, a sixth grader's
blowing him! -- hot breath puffs against Landon's anus. He looks behind
him. Gideon's face is once again pressed between Landon's buttcrack.
Landon, grinning, bends forward. "Suck my hole, kid!"
"Yes, sir!" Gideon's voice is muffled. The sixteen year old fists his
throbbing, leaking cock as he munches butt.
Tristan stands next to Landon, his impressive seven inch cock a tribute to
the virtues of molesting boys early and often.
"Come on, kid," says Landon. "Suck my tit!"
Tristan quickly obeys. Lips enfold Landon's nipple. Teeth chew gently.
"Aw, fuck yeah!" Landon hollers.
"Aaron!" Keith barks.
"Yeah, Dad?" The jockstrapped teen has his hand jammed into his crusty
jockpouch.
"Bend over the desk. Daddy's gotta breed you!"
"About fuckin' time, Dad," says Aaron. The teen winks at Landon. "My
Dad's a pedo, you know. Likes fucking the little boys. I gotta beg and
beg and fucking beg before he'll molest me!"
"Oh shut up, son." Keith smacks Aaron's ass. He hauls his son over to the
desk, bends him over Jesse's desk. Kneeling he slips his tongue into his
butthole and munches happily away. "Warm beer!" Keith breathes.
"Should've got you earlier, Aaron!"
Chase slips a hand round Jesse's shoulders. Brandishing his hardon, the
stoner looks down at his little brother and says, "Come on, Jesse, I got
something I wanna give you!" The two enter the bathroom. Soon the sound
of a good piss echoes from the shower.
Landon savors the blowjob the eleven year old is administering. He guides
the boy's head, one hand cupping each ear. Although it started off slow and
sweet, as the kid's mouth works on the Marine's shaft things get rougher.
Landon roughly stabs his cock into the boy's throat, getting off on the
sound of Kevin retching and coughing.
But he's also thinking of Chase's semen, slow-boiling in Kevin's butt.
"All right, kid," says Landon. He withdraws his rod from Kevin's mouth.
Kevin looks up at him, eyes shining. "Let's do something else."
"You wanna play horsie?" asks Kevin.
"What's horsie?"
"It's a game you definitely want to play," says Keith, standing behind
Aaron, lining his giant meat up for a thrust into the goofy kid's hot guts.
"Come on, Mr. Landon!" Kevin guides Landon to the bed, pushing the man back
so he has to sit.
Gideon stares at the Marine with intense and smoldering eyes. His green
jockpouch is tugged to one side, his hardon rigid and quivering as he
watches Landon on the bed. His fists clench and unclench and sweat rolls
down his flanks.
Yeah, Landon thinks, I'm gonna plow that sixteen year old butt next. It's
hard and muscular and reminds Landon of the hard butts he's seen in the
barracks showers -- and a sixteen year old doesn't make his balls burn the
way, say, an eleven year old -- or a ten year old -- does -- but he's sure
that if it's young Peake butt, it's a hot fuck.
"This is how we play horsie!" says Kevin. He grabs hold of Landon's hardon
and holds it upright. Suddenly his mouth drops open in an O. "Dad! I
forgot my hat! How can I be the cowboy without my hat?"
Keith is balls deep in Aaron's guts, stroking slowly. "Fuck, Kevin, don't
worry about it!"
Kevin shrugs. He looks down at Landon. "Now you're the horse. And I'm
the cowboy. OK?"
"Sure thing, pardner."
"I'm Deputy Kevin!"
"Come ride my pony, Deputy Kevin," Landon croons. "It'll feel so good up
yer butt, like nothing else ya ever felt. Ya seen how it looks in my
jeans?"
"I ain't never seen you with clothes on, Mr. Pony!"
Little Kevin climbs up onto the bed with the horny Marine. The kid is all
bone and butt. He finds the bottle of lube, and pours out a huge amount
onto Landon's cock. "Daddy says I gotta use a lot of this, you know, when
I take a big horse cock. Isn't that right, Daddy?"
Keith grunts. What it means is anyone's guess. He's fucking Aaron's
smooth ass, twin globes of teenaged pleasure, and both the teen and his dad
are wrapped up in the forbidden union of flesh.
Gideon pushes his way between the Marine's knees. "Come on, Kevin! This
horsie wants to fuck you!"
Landon feels the teen's stiff cock leaking precum against his calf.
Kevin squats down on the long, fat boyfucker he's holding upright, resting
his tiny pucker on Landon's throbbing cockhead. He looks down shyly at the
Marine, sucking on his thumb. There's a feral light there that scares him.
"Ya sure he can take it?" Landon asks.
Keith looks up from the teen butt he's plowing so furiously. "Shit, man,
he takes mine, and I'm hung like a real horse."
"Almost, Dad," grunts Aaron. "Almost."
Gideon's hands clasp his brother's shoulders. "OK, Kevin. Slide down on
the nice horse cock. It'll feel real good up in you."
Tristan comes up behind Gideon, his hands finding their way to his
brother's cock as he lays his head on Gideon's shoulder. Both brothers
watch their younger sibling, poised above Landon's cock.
Kevin grins. "All right, horsie! This cowboy's going to take you for a
ride!" He spears his butt down. His tight ring irises open around the
cockhead.
"Holy fucking shit!" Kevin's rectum comes as a revelation to Landon.
Goddamn! That kid's ring is pure fucking heaven! Fuck, he's gotta have
this boy's butt! Landon takes Kevin by the waist and hauls the boy down.
"Oh!" says Kevin as Landon's pubic bush suddenly fills his tight crack.
"Be careful, horsie!"
"Yeah," Gideon smirks, "that's how a stud does it!"
"Come on, Kevin," says Tristan. "You can take it!"
Landon's nine incher throbs in the eleven year old's guts. The kid's tight
flesh squeezes on him, struggling to eject the enormous invader. Futile
effort. No man worth his salt will ever withdraw from a boy's guts till
he's hosed them down with his jizz. Kevin's eyes are closed tightly, and
there's obvious distress etched into his face.
Yeah, boy, Landon thinks. Too much for you, right? Yeah, you can take
that big daddy cock but mine, heheh, that's something else!
Shuddering, the boy endures, his body coming to accept the man's cock.
Chase and Jesse return from the bathroom. Jesse shimmers, completely
soaked. His fine hair is plastered to his skull and his body glows,
anointed by teenpiss. The youngster's cock throbs, stiff as an iron bar,
jutting above his hairless pink balls. Chase, noting the Marine, wriggles
his eyebrow. He lies down on the bed next to him, lifting his legs.
Jesse knows exactly what this means. "ALLLL RIGHT!" He grabs the bottle of
lube and slicks up his cock.
Chase, looking over at Landon, shrugs. "Yeah, well, he ain't hung like
Dad, but the tyke's gotta get practice in. He's a Peake!"
Chase grunts, because Jesse jabs his young meat deep into his guts with
absolutely no preparation at all.
"Fuck your brother," says Landon, high fiving with his little lover.
"Yeah, Chase," Jesse says, trying to sound manly but not really succeeding.
Someday soon that voice will break, but not today. "Who's on top now! UH!
UH! Take my cock!"
Kevin, held firm by Landon's and Gideon's grasp, squirms as the Marine
begins pumping upward into his butt.
"Horsie wants to fuck, Deputy Kevin! Take it, kid!" Landon growls. "Take
my big fucking horsecock!"
"Yeah," Gideon breathes, his eyes shrinking to mere slits. "Fuck my bro
with that evil pedo cock."
"Does it feel good, Kevin?" Tristan asks.
"Yeah," Kevin grunts. "Big! It's really big!"
Suddenly Gideon lets go of Kevin's shoulders. He reaches for the bottle of
Astroglide and slathers a fistful on his throbbing teen cock. He whispers
in Tristan's ear. The black-haired boy looks shocked ... then grins.
Landon pumps furiously at young Kevin, his nuts, slimy and musky with
constant sex, bouncing between his muscular thighs. "Horsie likes your
butt, Deputy Kevin! Horsie gonna ride Deputy Kevin till the Deputy leaks
cum!"
Kevin giggles. "I already got Chase's horsie cum up there!"
By all rights there's no way Landon should be able to cum again. The
poppers, the several ball-blasting orgasms he's already had here in the
Peake residence tonight should have left him a flaccid, yet content
man. What he's discovering, though, is the true power of boyfucking. You
got a boy around you, and he's ready for sex, and thus you're hard. Boys
are nature's aphrodisiac.
Gideon snaps his finger at Tristan. The black-haired boy looks startled.
He was staring at Landon's shaft, watching Kevin's slender butt rise and
fall on it. Gideon jabs a finger at the Jungle Juice lying on the
headboard. He makes uncapping motions, and then points at Landon.
Tristan grins and does as ordered.
"Gideon .... " warns Chase, his big ten inch prick just as hard from
Jesse's fuckstrokes as it had been when he'd buried it up Kevin's sweet
hole.
"Shh!" says Gideon. He shoots a look over his shoulder at his Dad. No
problem there. He shoots a thumbs-up to Tristan.
Tristan shoves the bottle against Landon's nose.
Shit! The fumes whirl up Landon's nostrils like embers from a fire. He
growls, a lion on the prowl, and holding Kevin pinned down he thrusts madly
upward.
"Ow! Mister, you're hurting me!" whines Kevin. But the eleven year old's
little Vienna sausage dick is stiff and dry. He's complaining because his
tiny nuts are getting pummeled by Landon's heaving, thrusting belly.
Landon? He's in heaven. Shit yeah! Fuck yeah! Stars exploding in his
head! Kid riding his cock! Totally fucking lost in the oblivion of pure
sex and not wanting to find his way home.
He so far dissolved into the amyl high that he doesn't realize stop to
wonder why Gideon hooks his hands behind the Marine's knees. Doesn't even
try to keep the sixteen year old from lifting them. Nope. No reason too.
He's screwing an eleven year old's butt. It's all sensation and lust.
Screw and puff and roar and pump and do it all again.
Jesse does, and bursts out laughing, high fiving Chase as he pumps madly
away, his eyes on the Marine's butt, which is now exposed to Gideon's
rampant eight incher.
Gideon grins evilly and stabs forward, piercing the Marine.
"TAKE IT MOTHERFUCKER" A cry of brutal triumph. "Take my cock, man!"
The teen's shaft sinks to the hilt in the Marine's cherry butt.
Let's me make this clear -- if the recounting of Landon's pedophilic
escapades haven't done so -- that the Marine is a top. Nothing's ever
penetrated that butt. Not finger. Not carrot. Not toy submarine in the
bath. A tongue, yeah, but that doesn't really count. It's just spice,
really, a way to help ensure he thoroughly seeds a boy's guts with his
spunk.
Landon's never even dreamed of himself being in this position, of taking a
younger teen's cock up his asshole. Even his solo sessions, when he was
alone and jacking it and thinking maybe about some girl or about some boy,
he was the one between the legs, pumping away.
He groans, feeling Gideon's cock stuffed inside, prying him open.
But he has to admit it's a pretty good feeling.
He doesn't whine. He doesn't bitch. Yeah, he's shocked. But the
penetration, combined with the feeling of Kevin, frantically riding his
cock, and of course the Jungle Juice, makes this rape one of the most
exquisitely pleasurable episodes in a life already dedicated to pedophilic
perversions.
He opens eyes that were tightly screwed shut, to see Kevin, but also to
face Gideon, the touch butch teen. Gideon, his muscled torso pressed
against Kevin's sweaty back, stares coldly down at the Marine he has
impaled. "You like, don't you? You like my big cock, don't you, old man?"
"Not bad, kid," says Landon, squirming a bit. Gideon's got a lot of cock
and the Marine doesn't have a lot of room up there for so much teenmeat.
"Not bad."
"Yeah," growls Gideon, "All you old fucks get wet for hot teen cock." He
rips his shaft down the tight chute till just his big cockhead holds the
Marine's hairy hole open. He stabs inward. "I'm gonna fuck so much jizz
up you you'll be shitting my babies for a week!" The teen begins fucking,
dealing out hard strokes.
Landon unconsciously curls his toes. He calls out, "Hey, uh, Keith. Yer
boy's rapin' me."
"Yeah," Keith grunts, wiping sweat from his eyes as he churns away at
whimpering Aaron, "he does that."
Deftly, Tristan straddles Landon and stuffs his prick into Kevin's mouth,
presenting the Marine with the view of his sweet dancer's ass. Landon can
barely see the hole he just fucked, hidden away as it is. But he remembers
it and the sight of Tristan's butt, dimpling as he thrusts into Kevin's
throat, excites him.
"Goddamn!" Landon bucks hard up into Kevin. Cock churns in his guts, and
sweet young flesh lavishes pleasure on his own breeding pole, he feels he's
about to go fucking nuts.
Keith chuckles. "Should've warned you," he calls, churning fast in Aaron's
butthole and slapping his son's asscheeks harder and harder. Aaron, a hot
bitch, loves each blow and each thrust. His back arches like a cat
stretching in the sun.
"'Bout what?" says Landon.
"Gideon's a top," says Keith. "Lives to fuck older men."
"Damn right," Gideon growls. "I fuck half my fucking teachers and all my
goddamned coaches. Ain't that right, Chase?"
"Yep," says Chase. "Fuck harder, Jesse! I can barely feel it!"
"Only cock he's ever had up his butt," grunts Keith, "is mine."
"Only one worth having," says Gideon. His nuts slap against the Marine's
buttcheeks.
"Yeah!" says Kevin, a sly grin spreading over his face. "Gideon hollers a
lot when Dad fucks him!"
"He's a tight little studmuffin," says Keith. He pops Aaron's asscheek.
"This one? It's like fucking a coal mine!"
"Yeah," says Aaron. "I like big black cock!"
Oh shit, thinks Landon. He'd love to watch that. "Yeah, well, Gideon, I
ain't never taken a cock. But you fuck pretty good."
"No shit!" snaps Gideon, pumping faster.
Landon's fingers search out the poppers. Grinning up at Kevin, "You want
some?"
The sixth grader does, even though he's not supposing to. The effect on
Kevin is immediate. The kid impales himself wanton on the man's cock,
writhing and twisting, his tongue lolling like a dog's. His young globes
bounce, dimpling as he slides up and down Landon's throbbing meat.
Landon too takes a blast of Jungle Juice, and it's fearsome. Pleasure
coalesces in his butt, round Gideon's thrusting shaft, and streams through
his body. He knows what it feels like to be a slut, and it's a damn good
feeling.
"FUCK YEAH KID I'M COMING!"
Like a skyrocket he sails up and over. He explodes into the boy. He
wishes he'd been as fully charged as when he'd blasted Jesse's guts,
because he'd love to fill little Kevin to capacity with his semen. No
matter. He's jetting in a kid, a young kid, just one year older than sexy
Austin.
Tristan pulls his cock out of Kevin's mouth and hops down off the bed,
jacking his meat, watching Jesse fuck Chase.
"Wow!" says Kevin, rising off the Marine's cock. "That was a buttload!" He
rolls sidewise onto the bed, then off, crashing to the floor. He stands
sheepishly, a white line of semen gushes down his thigh from his butthole.
"Oops!"
Gideon seizes his chance to get aggressive. He leans forward, pressing
Landon's knees into the bed, his hips slamming hard against the Marine.
"Shit, kid," says Landon. "Take it easy!"
"Shut the fuck up, jarhead!" There's a look of grim seriousness that warns
Landon not to deny this sixteen year old stud his nut.
Nothing Landon can do but lie there, and take it. When rape is inevitable,
lie back and think of Austin.
"Dogpile!" calls Chase. He's got his arms wrapped round Jesse's shoulders,
pulling his kid brother into him harder and harder. "Come on! Who's up
for a dogpile?"
Landon turns his head -- but with a snarl Gideon seizes his jaw, turns the
Marine so he can stare fiercely down at him. When Gideon fucks you, you
don't think of anything else.
"Squeeze it, jarhead!" he spits. "Squeeze your cunt and make me cum!"
Landon squeezes.
"I'm bottom!" Tristan calls. He dives to the floor, assuming the bottom
dog position, arching his back and wiggling his butt. His butthole leaks a
teardrop of Marine cum.
"Middle!" Chase calls, grinning up at Jesse. The grin fades, though, as
Jesse doesn't move, sawing away at his brother. "Come on, Jesse, get off
me!" Chase whines.
"Let me finish!" says Jesse, laughing but pounding furiously into Chase's
ass. "You're my best bitch, Chase!"
"Shit, goddamnit!" Chase pries Jesse off him. Tops have to yield to
bottoms, if the bottom is seventeen and the top is thirteen.
As Chase stands upright, his ten inch cock leaking precum, Jesse pops his
butt. "Hurry up!"
Chase mounts Tristan and sinks his teenmeat up his brother's cunt. Jesse
gives him a shove then immediately climbs aboard -- a little awkwardly,
since Chase is bigger than Jesse. The three brothers begin humping.
Tristan's arms strain to hold up the dogpile.
Keith, slamming brutally into his fifteen year old son's butt, calls, "Hey,
man, toss me the poppers. I gotta breed my son!"
Landon, really beginning to enjoy the brutal fuck Gideon's giving him,
sears his lungs with a good blast. He's drawn back, ready to toss the
bottle, when Gideon rips it away from him.
"Wait a minute, Dad!" Gideon yells, fucking hard and fast. His nipples are
spiked on his hairless, smooth chest. He uncaps, snorts Jungle Juice
madly. Then he cuts loose. It hurts Landon -- not inside, where Gideon's
big cock churns -- but on the buttcheeks. It's like when Landon's dad beat
him when he was a kid.
The pain makes Landon feel like a kid again. "Give it to me, kid," he
yells. "Fuck me hard!"
"Shit, take it man!" Gideon roars.
He jabs his cock in to the root and blasts.
For the first time in his life Landon feels semen jetting into his guts.
He never realized that Jesse really could feel the warm semen filling his
guts when Landon fucked him, but yeah, as Gideon's nut juice floods him, he
understands why Jesse crave it so.
Gideon collapses onto Landon, his teeth chewing on the Marine's nipples.
"Done, kid?" Landon tosses the Jungle Juice to Keith, who shares it with
Aaron.
Gideon lies there a few moments, chest heaving. "Fuck, man," he says.
"You got a tight butt."
Landon snorts. He shoves Gideon off him. The teens cock pulls free of the
Marine's ass with an obscene slurp. "Only time you're gonna get it, kid."
Landon watches Keith, roaring, breed Aaron. The stud father's muscles
bleed through his skin as he jets. Landon watches the man's balls throb,
unloading their juice into Aaron's cum-soaked innards. The teen's eyes are
shut and he writhes beneath his father's bulk. He cums into his jockstrap,
soaking that pouch with even more juice. It pours from either side right
onto Jesse's desk.
The dogpile humps away furiously. Tristan wears a contented smile. Chase
a goofy grin. Jesse and serious look.
Keith pulls out. For a brief moment Aaron's butthole gapes open like the
mouth of a cave, vomiting white slime. Keith staggering, wiping the sweat
off his brow. "Fuck, Aaron, that was hot!" His cock remains long and
stiff, if softened slightly. "You up for another, stud?" he asks Landon.
Landon, resting on his elbows, says, "Yeah. Fuck yeah. Anyone ever told
ya yer boys are hot?"
Keith grins. "Yep."
Landon nods and stands. "Through me a beer, man, would ya?" Landon catches
the bottle, uncaps it, and chugs. The blood is already surging into his
cock. It must be the smell. Jesse's bedroom reeks of sweat. Hell, sweat
streams from every armpit, there are huge puddles of jism slowly fermenting
after being disgorged by an overstuffed kidbutt, and there is a blue haze
from the mass consumption of the divine weed.
That sloppy tentacle of Keith Peake's jism leaking from Aaron's ass draws
Landon in. He spits beer into his palm and revitalizes the lube on his
cock into froth.
Aaron, who's sucking on the bong, looks over his shoulder, surprised, as
Landon guides his cock into his cunt. He coughs out a huge lungful of
smoke into Landon's face.
"Nice, boy," says Landon. He savors the squishy feeling of the boy's wet
butt. God knows how many loads this kid's got up there. One? Or a bunch?
A buttload of unknown man's jism. Gideon's cum, the same slime that's
making Landon's butthole feel nasty and sloppy. And Keith's, and this fact
makes Landon's heart hammer. He's feeling a Dad's cum, up inside a son's
butthole, greasy and slick. As Landon withdraws he stares down at his own
shaft. Yeah. There glistening on it is a father's cum, pulled out of a
son's ass.
Yeah, the Marine is into this incest thing.
While Keith drinks beer and shares weed with Aaron -- and Landon fucks the
jockstrapped teen's cumsloppy boycunt -- the dogpile continue. It
rearranges itself. Gideon pulls Jesse free of Chase's butt, sinking his
eight incher up the stoner's rectum. Which was OK with Jesse -- the teen
had got his dry cum up there, gasping and writhing, so his cock emerges
like a worm from its burrow. Grinning happily, Jesse crawls on his knees
to the men, alternating sucking Landon's nuts and Keith's cock. A few
minutes after Gideon spears Chase, Tristan crawls out from the bottom of
the dogpile, his butthole bubbling with the load the stoner shot as Gideon
stuffed his prong inside. Tristan forces his face into Aaron's crotch,
feeds himself the sperm leaking through Aaron's reeking jockpouch, suckling
on the pungent fabric.
"You two hot fucks do an old man a favor?" Keith says. Jesse kneels before
him, worshipping his father's cock and balls with his tongue.
"Yeah, I guess," Landon drawls, eyes closed, pumping away at Aaron's round,
smooth butt, his ears feasting on the moist squelching sounds emanating
from the socket where man and boy join.
Keith Peake grins. It is a special grin. It is a nasty grin. His sons,
who've spent countless nights beneath their father's heaving body, their
legs spread wide, their abused boycunts absorbing his enormous shaft, know
the full extent of nastiness hidden behind that grin.
"Guys!" Keith barks. "Front and center!"
The various couplings break up. Gideon, a surly look on his face, slips
his eight incher free of Chase's butt. Chase's ten incher is restored,
throbbing hard against his belly, his balls full and tight and ready to go
again. Tristan remains kneeling beside Aaron, whose butthole leaks
teardrops around Landon's cock of his father's incestuous jism.
"Come on, Aaron," orders Keith.
The teen's eyes, half-closed slits, flutter. "Dad ... wait a second. I
want his cum!"
"Aaron!"
"Dammit!" Aaron looks over his shoulder. "Later, army dude!" He stands,
his butthole slipping off Landon's cock with an obscene farting sound.
"Marine," warns Landon.
Jesse and Kevin, still true boys, not affected by teenaged rebelliousness,
kneel before the men, Jesse slurping down Landon's nine inches, little
Kevin's tongue laving his dad's cock from cockhead to hairy balls. Chase
kneels next to them, a vaguely bemused look on his face. Gideon has eyes
only for Landon, sniffing at the Marine's cock and balls. Tristan, getting
into things, begs like a dog, whimpering. He knows something special is
about to be proposed.
Keith comes right to the point. "I want a double header night," he says.
His eyes glitter, flinty and determined.
Big grins break out. Boy cocks stand stiff.
"Hell yeah!"
"Fuck yeah!"
"All right Dad!"
Chase breaks position and begins loading bongs with weed.
"Double header?" asks Landon.
"Yeah!" Jesse says brightly, licking his lips. He shoves Chase to one
side. "Mmmm. It's the best!"
"You up for it, tiger?" Keith asks.
"Yeah, Dad!" says Jesse. His shining eyes dart back and forth between his
Dad's cock and his lover's cock.
Keith claps Landon's shoulder. "All right, Marine. Lay down on Jesse's
bed."
Landon's not really sure what's going on here, but shit, he's not going to
start asking questions now. Everything that's happened -- even when Gideon
raped him -- has been the most fucking awesome thing that's ever happened
to him. So, following orders, he sits on Jesse's bed. One buttcheek lands
in a puddle of cooling sperm. He wheels himself around lengthwise. He
props his head on the pillow. The bed cover is wet against his back.
Christ only knew how much semen had been shed on this kid's bed.
Keith kneels at the foot. The bed creaks under the weight of the two men.
He stares up the Marine's body, grinning wolfishly.
Landon stares with terror at Keith's footlong daddycock, throbbing and
angry, eager to breed. "You're not gonna fuck me with that, are ya?"
Keith rubs his chin. "How old are you?"
"20."
"Nah, you're safe from me. If it isn't illegal I don't fuck it. Jesse!"
"Ready, Dad!" The slim thirteen year old slut climbs onto his bed. His
eyes are fixed on his Dad's big cock. He licks his lips slowly,
anticipating something that Landon cannot yet sense.
Keith Peake's other sons circle close.
Keith drapes a possessive hand around Jesse's shoulders, draws his son
close, and slips a hand down to his son's butt. His finger probes
inside. Yep, that butthole is ready. Thoroughly fucked. Slimy with semen,
and lube, and sweat. It squishes as Keith's finger wiggles back and forth
inside. Jesse doesn't seem to notice, merely spreads his legs a bit and
let his father molest him.
Landon, grinning fiercely, strokes his cock. His big balls pulse. Shit
this is an awesome state to be in. It's great to be so fucking hard but not
have to get that nut so bad. He can enjoy whatever Keith's preparing.
Hell, he can fuck all night too.
Jesse stares at the glistening dadshaft. If you've ever seen a mare in
heat, when she senses the stallion that's going to breed her is being led
in, you'd recognize the kid's expression. Only Keith's restraining arm
prevents him from rushing forward and gleefully impaling himself.
Chase passes the bong around. Hits are taken. Huge hits, deep and
powerful. There is much coughing and hacking. Chase refills the bong.
More lungs expand and release the aromatic smoke.
The middle school kid's room reeks of sex and weed.
What little inhibitions remained in these males' mind is gone. They are
alive and fully conscious only of their physical needs. Of throbbing cocks
and empty buttholes, of being men and of being boys, and of the need to
breed or to be bred, the only thing that truly matters.
Keith remains the alpha male. Nicely toasted, his armpits steamy, his cock
a steel bar, his thirteen year old son raring to go, he sets final act in
motion. Nuzzling Jesse's ear, he murmurs, "Go squat on your boyfriend's
fuckstick, son."
Jesse scampers over, straddling the Marine. He raises his butt high.
Keith feasts his eyes on his cumpig son's cumsloppy boycunt and the sea of
semen coating his thighs. Teen nuts reek of sweat and dank musk.
"You're gonna like this!" Jesse says. Then he impales himself on his
favorite Marine's rampant cock, sinking all the way down the shaft. Cum
bubbles out of the kid's butthole.
Both Marine and boy coo, delighted with this reunion.
"Oh fuck, kid, ride my cock!" Landon folds his arms behind his head.
"Yeah, boy, make your man happy!"
Grinning, Jesse says, "You got it, old man."
The elder scions of the Peake family are drawn around the bed. The teens
stare at this porn show unfolding before them, beating off with the frantic
single-mindedness you only find in a horny teen.
Keith, sucking his own private bowl from the bong, watching Jesse's butt
ride up and down the Marine's turgid shaft. Chase, his red-rimmed eyes
lazily taking in the scene, slowly extracts his brother Aaron's teen meat
from the reeking cum-soaked jockpouch and jacks it. Aaron's left hand is
busy with his own butt, fishing out dollops of Keith's cum and bringing
them to his lips. Gideon, his face decorated with the arrogant sneer of a
top that's having the time of his life, stands between Tristan and Kevin,
his fingers working both those kid butts. Tristan chews on his forefinger,
cock hard and dripping, moving his butt unconsciously back and forth on
Gideon's probing fingers. Little Kevin, just as stoned as the rest of
them, has eyes only for his Dad's footlong meat. He's got thoughts for
every cock in the room, but the throbbing shaft that first penetrated his
eleven year old butt will forever be one of his favorites.
Obscene squelching noises bluster from between Jesse's tight young butt as
he rides Landon's big cock. The kid is loose, and wet.
"Nice," Keith breathes. Done smoking, he passes the bong to Chase.
Jesse looks back over his shoulder at his father, his eyes smoldering with
lust. Yeah, he wants his Dad to know how much he likes this. He wants
everyone to know how much he digs big hairy man meat. He wants to shout "I
love daddycock!" from the rooftop. He wants to spend every minute of every
day taking every mancock he can get up his butt.
Jesse leans forward, just a bit, reaches back to pull his buttcheeks open.
Yeah, Dad, look at this, I've got a Marine's cock up my butthole. His ring
glistens, pink and stretched. Semen boils out, coursing down Landon's
shaft.
The sight of his son's butt, plus the contented purring Jesse emits,
inflames that father's heart with lust and draws Keith forward. He kicks
Landon's knees apart, making room for Daddy. His big muscled arms enfold
the heaving body of his sexed-up son. He feels his kid's heart, throbbing
with delighted lust. He smells the semen leaking from Jesse's butt. His
fingers tease Jesse's tiny nipples mercilessly. His tongue slithers out
and spirals around in his boy's ear.
"Sexy boy," Keith mutters. "You turn your Daddy on."
"Yer kid is hot," Landon says, pumping slowly upward into Jesse's swampy
guts. His pubic hair feels soupy, like someone's dumped a bowl of warm
gravy there. Semen leaks over his balls, down his buttcrack, onto Jesse's
bed.
And though Landon's witnessed countless scenes of incestuous coupling this
perverse evening, he finds his heart hammering, now that he's embedded in
Jesse and can feel Keith's legs between his own. He can smell them both --
Keith's pungent armpits, Jesse's sperm-drenched butt.
Keith leans forward, and Jesse turns his head, and father and son kiss.
"Wow," Landon breathes. It is a moment of great intensity. He feels it in
his nuts. He pumps his hips. This is fucking awesome. He's sharing a bed
with an incestuous father and son. His cock is gloriously hard. He could
slide his cock in Jesse's slime-filled guts all night long, looking at
these two.
"Crack open some fresh Jungle Juice, Chase," Keith orders. Jesse nibbles
at his father's cheek. A rope of spit connects his tongue to Jesse's lips.
Chase plucks a fresh bottle from the little cooler where the beer swims.
"Don't sniff it, you greedy boy," Keith says, grinning. Reaching out he
takes the fresh bottle from Chase. Keith smells Jesse hair. His kid reeks
of sweat, and sexy and the hot dogs Jesse gulped down at lunch.
Landon feels an unknown energy crackling in the air.
Keith puts both hands between Jesse's shoulder blades and slowly -- but in
a manner that communicates that Jesse mustn't disobey -- he pushes Jesse
forward. Jesse's buttcheeks rotate against his dad's cock as he bends
forward over Landon's chest.
"Kiss your boyfriend," Keith orders.
Delighted, Landon slips his tongue between those candy-pink lips and drunks
the saliva oozing from Jesse's mouth. He thrusts his cock in to the hilt,
resting balls deep in that furnace-like boycunt. Jesse relaxes as Landon's
arms enfold him.
Keith hocks up a massive glob of phlegmy spit and smears it on his huge
dadmeat. The lube, which has been drying, resurrects into frothy life. He
recognizes the smell of his own cum and Aaron's butt rising from his huge
cock. His nipples, hidden beneath his chest hair, stiffen. He licks his
lips.
"Life your knees a bit," Keith orders.
"What?" Landon mutters into Jesse's mouth.
"Your knees," says Gideon. "Lift 'em!" The teen jacks his meat furiously.
He exchanges a feral grin with Chase.
With trepidation Landon's knees raise, his feet sliding back on the
mattress. "Ya ain't gonna fuck me, are ya?"
"I told you no," says Keith. "Twenty is too goddamn fucking old for me."
Looking down, he observes the curves of Jesse's smooth butt from above. As
always, the sight of a son's naked buttcheek sends a surge of power
coursing through him. Goddamn it's great to be a dad. He can also see the
double spheres of Landon's fat stud nuts stuffed into Jesse's buttcrack.
Keith cannot see Marine cock. That's buried to the hilt up that tight boy
channel, just the way Landon wants it, just the way Jesse wants it.
It's time to do this.
Keith, face grimly serious, presses his enormous cockhead against Landon's
urethra, right where it emerges from the huge sacks brimming with Landon's
future sons. Keith presses his cockhead just where Landon's shaft, in
turn, vanishes up Jesse's leaking butthole.
Keith stabs a finger at the bottle Chase holds. Then another right at the
kissing pair.
Chase opens the cap. The aroma floods out. The stoner presses the open
bottle against Jesse's nostril.
Like a bolt of lightning the amyl bursts on the unified consciousness of
molesting Marine and molested kid.
For Landon, the Jungle Juice brings, once again, pure delight. It feels
like the climax of a marathon, or maybe the final stretch when he's pumping
into Jesse or even a girl, and he's just about to nut. The chemical echoed
that feeling, but he knew he wasn't yet about to plummet over that
cliff. It made him want to nut without feeling the need to nut. That these
electric sensations were just beginning. He was going to fuck this little
boy for a long time.
For Jesse?
The boy's an expert. He worships the smell. It makes him feel like a
cave. A hollowness needing to be filled. An aching void of silence into
which someone, anyone, everyone must shout, and shout, and shout again. He
knows what this blast heralds, and he concentrates on that feeling of
emptiness.
Keith times his next move exquisitely, listening to Jesse's breathing for
the clue he needs. He can hear their heartbeats, the thundering noises of
Landon and Jesse, rising higher and higher.
Keith's hands slide down Jesse's flanks. He pins his son in a powerful
embrace. "Don't move!"
But Jesse won't.
Keith strains forward, pushing his cockhead up Landon's shaft, feeling
Jesse's dripping butthole, slimy like the ooze at the bottom of the sea,
squirming on his blazing cockhead.
A second or two tick by.
"Give him another, Chase," Keith commands.
Jesse inhales deeply on the Jungle Juice, eyes fluttering.
Keith says his favorite words: "Take it, boy!"
Grinning wolfishly, he invades his son's asshole.
Jesse's ring doesn't resist. I mean, shit, this kid's been getting dicked
all day. Jungle Juice rages through his veins. The boy's butthole gapes
open. Semen cascades out, pouring in torrents over the giant
manshafts. Keith's giant cockhead thrusts inside.
"Yeah," Jesse breathes, wincing.
"Holy shit," Landon wheezes. He feels what's happening. That's a
daddycock down there, pressing up against his meat, sliding upwards along
his shaft. He just can't fucking believe it. There is a second cock
advancing up there. A fucking huge horsecock. Giant dadmeat. Footlong
daddycock. Inside. With his own cock.
Jesse's butthole is a conduit to heaven now.
"Take it Jesse!" Keith grunts.
Landon's mind spins. He almost nuts. He knows exactly what's going on
here.
Shit fucking damn, it's Jesse's dad's cock, right there alongside his!
"Take your Daddy's cock, boy!"
His cock is next to a father's cock, as that father's cock slowly sinks
into his son's sweet ass.
"Fuck, Jesse, you're Daddy's tight little slut!"
Landon shudders. And though he's witnessed all this family's incestuous
couplings, he's right now a part of it. He's in there. He's not kin to
this band of perverts, of this gang of hot boys and their pedo dad. Not
yet. But he's in there with two of them. With his most intimate organ,
he's feeling a dad fucking his son. Even if he's not committing incest
himself -- yet -- he's feeling it as it's being committed. Feeling it with
his own rock-hard evil pedo cock. He is feeling a father's footlong shaft
molesting his own son. He is feeling the most forbidden connection ever.
"Jesus motherfucking Christ," Landon pants.
"Let your Daddy breed you, son!"
Fuck Buddhism! This is the true way to enlightenment. Being inside a boy
and feeling the cock that created him advancing alongside your own shaft.
"Screw him, man!" Landon says.
If you don't have your own kids to fuck -- yet -- this is really the only
way you can experience incest. Double-dicking a kid and feeling the dad's
cock inch up his own son's tight young butt.
And Jesse? What is he feeling?
Well, you'd think excruciating pain. But you'd be wrong. Sure, he's a
slim thirteen year old kid. Sure, the cocks jammed into his ass are
unnaturally huge. But Jesse's transcended all that. He's in another place
now, a zone that only boys who've made it with big-cocked men can know.
His mind shimmers with strangely colored lights. Visions of heat
lightning, dancing on the horizon. Of teddy bears, running around, fucking
Buzz Lightyear dolls. Of Pinocchio, being unnaturally copulated with by a
goat.
"Oh Daddy!"
"Yeah, boy?" the two men ask.
"Fuck me!"
Jesse absorbs the second cock, signifying his excitement by nibbling on
Landon's stiff nipples.
"You feel me, man" Keith asks.
"Shit yeah," Landon breathes. "Ya got a fuckin' huge boybreeder."
"Thanks, man. Let's screw my kid!"
There's not much sound to be heard. The other kids are quiet, watching
this. They've seen it before but a real doublefuck at the Peake house is
rare. Little Kevin's jaw has dropped, but his hand never ceases jacking
his hot little rod.
"Come on, Jesse," Chase murmurs, watching the expressions shift and change
on Jesse's face with each new inch of daddycock. "You can do it! Just
remember how me and Dad taught you!"
Gideon thumps Chase on the arm. "You wanna do Kevin?"
Keith grunts, "Kevin ain't up for this yet, Gideon."
"I'm up for it!" shouts Aaron. "Come on, guys! I'm the family slut!"
Laughing, the trio makes the necessary arrangements. Chase and Gideon sit
on the floor, facing each other. They slide together, pressing their cocks
against each other. About half of Aaron's hand vanishes up his butthole as
he lubes himself. Tristan holds a bottle of Jungle Juice beneath Aaron's
noise. The reversed-baseball gap gets flung off Aaron's head and sweaty
curls of blond hair fall down his neck as he squats on his brother's cocks.
He jabs his round butt downward.
"Aw shit this is awesome!" Aaron sinks all the way down in one swoop.
Chase and Gideon high-five. Gideon, facing Aaron, gnaws on his brother's
nipples. Chase sneaks a hand beneath them and jabs a finger up Gideon's
tight butthole.
The two men pant and gasp, working their cocks into Jesse's butt. The
almost inaudible ululation of pleasure escaping Jesse eggs them on. They
want this kid begging for it, the way a boy should.
A huge dog whimpers from the door. His tongue slurps as Wolfsbane, poor
Wolfsbane, driven insane by the scent of sex, slurps madly at his leaking,
spurting red rocket.
"Take it, Jesse," Keith grunts. His advances into Jesse's guts are slow
and inexorable. No respite. Keith knows Jesse can take it. "Take your
Daddy's cock. Just like you did the first time! It's big, boy, it's
fucking big, but your tight little butt is going to get every goddamned
motherfucking inch!"
Landon puffs, "Yeah, Jesse, take yer Daddy's dick up there! All the way,
boy, all the fuckin' way!" His hands clasp Keith's as he hunches upward
into Jesse.
On one side of Jesse's rectum, a rock-hard throbbing Marine cock, leaking
precum against the boy's abused tissues.
On the other side, the giant footlong cock that engendered the hot blond
slut.
Both cock are like giant whales, thrusting forward in a sea of hot semen.
Four hairy balls, two pairs of two, clustered like peaches, right up
against Jesse's gaping anus.
Two big muscled men, hard and strong, feed the slim young boy what he needs
most in the world.
Cock. Yeah. Boys need big raw mancock.
The sweating studs grunt their pleasure. Maybe they're enjoying the thrust
of the other's hard shaft against their own evil greased-up boyfucker.
More than likely they're absorbed by the whole experience. Of feeling the
squishy innards of Jesse's hot butt. Landon, obviously, is obsessed with
the way he's experiencing dad/son incest being committed there, with his
cock. Keith enjoys this intimacy with Jesse's lover. Both thrill, knowing
they are bonding with another man who's just as much into man/boy sex as
themselves.
"Oh, God," Aaron whines, a pained look on his face. "Fuck you guys are too
damn big!" He tries to rise off his brother's cock.
But Gideon's not having any of that shit. He jams Aaron down on the
fuckpole he created by combining with his brother.
"Ow!"
Two butts begin bouncing on the floor as Chase and Aaron alternately thrust
up Aaron's cumsloppy teencunt.
Tristan stands next to Kevin. The fourteen year old has one finger jammed
up Kevin's butt. Kevin jacks both his own and Tristan's cock. Both boys
watch the men fuck their brother.
Keith snorts Jungle Juice, passing the bottle to Jesse, who partakes and
who passes the bottle to Landon, who imbibes.
Grinning, the two men slap hands together.
"Come on, Marine," Keith bellows. "Let's fuck my kid!"
Hearts throbbing, sexual power emanates from the men and penetrates the
minds of the boys , absorbed as there are by this godlike sight. Kevin's
free hands reach for the Jungle Juice. He shares the forbidden chemical
with his brother. Both kids gasp with pleasure.
Male hips churn powerfully. Teen cocks plunge up teen holes. Giant
mancocks rape hot sonbutt.
The great fuck begins.
Landon and Keith pound Jesse. The boy is limp between them. His eyes roll
helplessly as his body is tossed this way and that by the two rutting studs
inside him. In a state like this Jesse's incapable of coherent, rational
thought. He's just a fucktoy, and he's in heaven.
His own cock, jutting from his hairless groin, squirts precum like a water
pistol.
Yeah, he's having orgasm after orgasm, and his slimy ejaculate streaks
Landon's belly hair. You abuse a boy's prostate with two giant manshafts
and that kid will shoot.
Jesse's just a helpless kid, tossed by stormy lust. And he's the happiest
he's ever been. His tongue lolls uselessly from his mouth and he sprays
spit everywhere.
Tristan can't stand it anymore. He's a sweet natured kid, but the sexual
energy permeating this room transforms him brutally. He seizes young Kevin
by the hair. He forces his brother down so Kevin's face stares right at
Jesse's butthole, stares at the two gargantuan cocks fucking his brother.
Kevin's own butt is presented just right so Tristan, not even spitting on
his cock, rams his fourteen year old cock up Kevin's butt with a roar.
"Take it, Kevin!"
The eleven year old bucks, brutally impaled, but he spreads his legs and
humps back against Tristan's brutal rabbitfucking.
"All right Tristan!" Keith grins. "Fuck Kevin!" He looks at Landon.
"I've never seen Tristan on top before."
"Do it, Tristan!" Landon encourages. His nuts squirm against Keith's.
"You smell like a bitch," Chase growls at Aaron.
"I'm everybody's bitch!" says Aaron, grinding his butt down on his
brother's fuckshafts.
Silently, Tristan pounds eleven year old Kevin. His eyes are closed, lost
in fantasies of his own. Fucking boys in his dance class, maybe, or some
neighbor kids, or maybe bent over in the bathrooms of Founder's Park, while
some strange man stuffs his prick up his butt and pees, filling his rectum
with piss.
Gideon murmurs, his fat teen cock churning in his favorite brother's guts,
"Who's your Daddy, Aaron? Who's your goddamned daddy now?"
"Shit, man!" Landon chortles. "I wanna fuck boys forever!"
The thunderous energy of an orgy in full swing fills the air, swirling from
man to teen to boy and then back again. The swampy air reeks of cock,
balls, cum, and butt. There is no language but the needs of males given
over to their lust.
It's too much for Wolfsbane. The dog leaps onto Tristan's back, his
forelegs wrapping tightly around the dancing boy's chest. Smoothly the
canine plunges his red rocket up Tristan all the way to the sheath. His
big engorged knot enters with barely a sound.
Tristan glances round nervously, hunching forward into Kevin and backwards
into Wolfsbane, wondering if the revelation of this secret -- that he's
Wolfsbane's favorite bitch -- will bother anyone.
Nope.
The Peake family whoring continues.
Jesus H. Christ, when the orgasms hit, it's like the San Andreas has broken
free and spit an entire state in two.
You know when you're watching a really hot porn flick, and one of the guys
on the screen starts spewing cum, and you can't help yourself from cumming
either, even though you want to watch the next scene? Well, it's like
that.
It's Aaron who gets off first. His untouched cock geysers sperm which
shoots out of his groin to splatter on the ceiling, hanging there, a nest
of obscene ropey semen, thick and clotted.
His brainless shrieks of pleasure do it for Wolfsbane. The dog howls and
jets clear sperm into Tristan's ass. And that nasty, wet, alien feeling --
which is what Tristan really enjoys about bestiality, along with the
beast's mindless need to fuck -- makes the doe-eyed black haired boy get is
nut in Kevin. Kevin in turn convulses, his cock thumping drily against his
belly.
Gideon's cock bursts in Aaron's bowels, slathering Chase's cannon with hot
teen spunk. The stoner can't hold out much longer himself. He cuts loose
as well, sending his own geyser into Aaron, to mix with all the semen
that's been injected there -- from this family and from the unknown men who
fucked him earlier today.
"Take my cum, boy!" Keith and Landon roar.
The two men's cocks erupt simultaneously. Picture firehouses dousing a
fire and you might get some idea of the amount of jism these studs pumped
up the kid. The combined floor bloats up Jesse's rectum round their
shafts, exploding past the kid's ring to soak their crotches. The men roar
and scream, juicing the kid, doing what men do best.
Jesse? Well, he's been coming for what seems like thirty minutes. A huge
puddle of slime, dripping down Landon's flanks, is the evidence of this. So
when his lover and his father's cocks both go off in his bowels, it's the
signal that Jesse's about to return to the mortal world, a happy, satiated
boy.
For a long time the Peake family lays scattered about the room and nothing
can be heard but panting.
Landon is the first to speak. "Fuck that was great."
Keith stirs, withdrawing his limp cock from Jesse. An obscene amount of
jism pours out of his son's butthole. "Come on, guys, let's get cleaned up
then crash."
They stir. Gideon carries the cooler of beer downstairs. Chase disposes
of the weed and the bongs. Kevin, yawing, is excused to go climb into his
Daddy's bed. Aaron, walking unsteadily towards his room, digs cum out of
his butt and eats it. He returns with Landon's clothes, tossing them on
Jesse's desk. Tristan and Wolfsbane scurry off to the fourteen year old's
room, the dog's tail wagging proudly.
"What do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Keith asks sleepily, leaning
against the door.
Jesse calls out through a yawn, "Let's go to the pool!"
"All right. 'Night, son. Sleep tight!" The big father withdraws, making
his way downstairs, where he'll sleep cuddled up with Kevin, maybe after
slipping his footlong cock.
Since the covers are soaked with semen Landon strips them off, throwing
them across the room. He and Jesse climb into bed together.
"Love ya," says Landon. "I mean it, kid."
"Yeah, I know." Jesse yawns. "Me too."
It is nice, sleeping with Jesse. Maybe the nicest experience he's ever had
with the boy. Just holding him, Jesse's soft hair draped on his chest. The
worn out teen snores while Landon lay awake on the bed. Both are naked.
A sudden buzzing noise startles him.
What the hell? Was one of Keith Peake's other sex-crazed kids jamming a
vibrator up their tiger teen ass?
No, Landon realizes. It's the sound of his phone, vibrating.
Gently laying aside Jesse's head -- the utterly fucked kid didn't move --
Landon rolls upright. He fishes the phone out of his pocket.
A text message. He got it a few hours ago. When he was busy banging one
of these kids. Screwing the hot boy beside him.
when u coming home I miss you austin
The message came from his cousin's phone number. Little Austin must be
spending the night there. Landon pictures the flat Mississippi
countryside, empty and small beneath the stars in the sky overhead.
There's a creek he and Austin used to play at, running on the back of that
property.
Wonder if I could get Austin to go swimming with me. Swim naked with me.
Heh heh.
Poor Austin. Landon's parents wouldn't allow his kid brother a cell phone.
Tool of the devil, his Dad had proclaimed it.
Blood gushes into Landon's devilish tool as he taps out his reply.
soon kid soon luv u landon
The Marine lies down. He is hard. It juts up urgently yet again. He
pulls Jesse to him. The kid nuzzles up, burying his face in Landon's
armpit. Jesse stirs. His hand roams down Landon's chest and finds the
Marine's hard cock.
"You gonna fuck me again, Landon," Jesse says in a dreamy voice.
Landon almost says no. He stares at the ceiling. His cock throbs.
Grinning, he rolls Jesse onto his back and eases the boy's thighs open with
his legs. "Hell yeah, Austin."