Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 23:48:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: READER's CHOICE - What's Mine is Mine
This is a work of fiction, a complete fantasy. If you can
not separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the
subjects of Gay incest and forced sex with boys or this
material is illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story.
If you have comments, suggestions or requests please contact
me at FitchBoy@att.net
READER'S CHOICE
I received the following suggestion from a reader:
"I always thought it would be cool to include something
about how a dad finds out his boy has already been fucked by
an adult dick, he can tell by how the boy-ass looks once he
sees his boy naked, so he gets the boy to show him his hole,
which dad fingers and comes to the conclusion that he was
fucked enough to take a big dick and so he lays some pipe
when he first fucks him. There's this element of the dad
taking advantage of his boy's experience and how he got it
as only a secondary concern which really turns me on -
especially the inner dialogue of the dad when he makes the
discovery. Of course he has to find out who rode in his boy,
too, to thank him (or blackmail the man so he can fuck that
guy's boy in return - quid pro quo, right?)."
I started to get wood reading this scenario and decided to
take a break from the new series I've been working on and do
a short story based on this.
I hope you enjoy it.
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What's Mine Is Mine
I had my laptop and several files spread out all over
the desk in my home office. I was working through the
weekend as usual but at home instead of downtown. The house
was deadly quiet. My boy was at his T-ball game and his
mother was out of town for the weekend. She was pissed
about how much time I spent on the job and had informed me
that she'd made plans to spend a weekend at a spa with her
sister because she needed a break. When I told her she
couldn't go because I had to work and she needed to be home
to take care of her kid she just glared at me and said, "No,
you'll have to stay home and take care of YOUR SON."
So now here I was at home, half the stuff I needed at
the office and the kid out at his game. One of the other
kid's Dads had come by to pick the kid up this morning, I
don't know why the kid couldn't have just spent the weekend
with him, it would have made it much easier on me. I was
just trying to figure out if I had time to run to the office
while the kid was out when I heard a car pull into the
drive. I saw the kid climb out of the car from my office
window then watched him come in the front door and walk past
my office door on his way up to his room.
The little shit didn't even stop to say hi on his way
by my door. I was staying home, not getting anything done
because of him and he didn't even acknowledge I was there.
I sat and fumed for a bit than went up to his room to tell
him he would have to ride in to the office with me. I
couldn't decide if I should just run to the office to get
what I needed or go there to work and let the kid hang out
there. I got to his room and opened the door and saw him
standing by his bed, back to the door taking his T-ball
uniform off.
I caught him as he bent over at the waist and slipped
his tighty whities down to step out of them. The first
thing I noticed was a big dark wet spot on the seat of the
kid's briefs. I thought to myself the kid wet himself.in
back? When his bare butt was exposed, I saw bruises;
several small bruises on his cheeks. I couldn't imagine how
he could get those playing T-ball so I asked him, "What the
hell happened to you."
The kid hadn't heard me come into the room so he was
startled when he heard my voice. He turned his head to look
at me, lost his balance with his foot stuck in his briefs
and toppled forward. He landed on the floor with his butt
sticking up in the air. He started to sputter telling me
nothing happened but I told him to shut up and stop lying.
I got down to look at the bruises. He had five bruises on
each cheek, one oval bruise on each side toward the inside
and four small round bruise in an arc on the outside of each
cheek.
Looking closer at the two biggest bruises toward the
inside I noticed that the kid's shitter looked irritated and
sore. It was bright red and there was slime oozing out.
The kid was frozen in this strange position; his butt up in
the air and one side of his face planted on the rug as he
stared up at me out of the corners of his eyes. I touched
the kid's shitter with my finger and got some of the slime
on the tip. I looked at it and sniffed it then held my
finger in front of the kids face. I asked the kid what the
hell was going on and he didn't answer, he just lay there
staring at me for a moment then stuck out his tongue and
licked the slime off of my finger.
I was stunned for a bit, then started to put the pieces
together. I looked at the bruises again and then took my
right hand and put my thumb on top of the large bruise on
the kid's right cheek. I stretched my hand out and the tips
of my fingers landed on the other four bruises on that
cheek. I put my left thumb and fingers on the other set of
bruises then gripped the kid's cheeks and spread them apart.
The kid winced and I could tell the bruises were fresh
enough to be tender.
With his cheeks spread I got a good look at the kid's
hole and the slime oozing out of it. It hit me like a ton
of bricks; it was slime from a man's dick. A dick which had
obviously recently fucked the kids hole and dumped a load in
there. I stared for a moment thinking about some other man
fucking my kid and it pissed me off. My thumbs started to
slide towards the kid's hole and it opened up to let them
slide in. All at the same time I was repulsed to be sliding
my thumbs into some other man's scum, increasingly angry
that anyone would have the gall to do that to me and curious
to see how far the kid's hole would open up for me.
When I had both thumbs pushed all the way into the
kid's sloppy hole I looked at them and thought that the two
thumbs back to back at the second knuckles were nearly as
thick as the tip of my own prick, which I suddenly realized
was hard as rock. The kid's hole didn't even feel snug
around my thumbs; how big a prick had been in the kid's
shitter?
When I noticed the kid was moaning softly I looked down
to see he had his eyes closed and there was a contented
smile on his face. I pushed my thumbs in further and pulled
them apart to stretch the kid's hole and he moaned more; the
kid liked it. Some fuckwad had turned my kid into a little
fag slut. Damn, the kid was only five or six years old (I
never could remember exactly when his birthday was) and
somebody was using him as their personal whore.
The more I thought about it the angrier I got that
another man would do that to me. The angrier I got, the
more my prick throbbed inside my pants. With my thumbs
still deep inside the slut's shitter I picked him up by his
butt and slammed him down on the bed
I told him not to move a muscle while I opened my jeans and
got my prick out. I pulled the brief's off of the kid's
feet, stepped up to the side of the bed, grabbed the little
slut by the cheeks again and pushed my prick into his slimy
little hole.
My prick slid in balls deep with almost no resistance.
I don't have a monster cock, but I'm a big man, 6'6" and my
prick is a good thick slab of meat, as much bigger than most
pricks as I was bigger than the men they were attached to.
The little slut's hole was as loose and sloppy as a whore's
cunt after a gang bang. I started to think that there was
more than one man's load in the slut's shitter and it made
me even angrier.
I looked down at my prick imbedded in the kid's ass.
You'd think from the looks it should feel to the slut like
my prick was splitting him in two, but he just pushed back
and wiggled his butt. I started fucking, hard, wanting to
get a reaction out of the slut. The harder I rammed into
him, making smacking sounds like I was wailing on the kid
with my hand, the more he seemed to like it. I watched my
prick pounding in and out of the kid's hole and was
horrified at the amount of slime I was fucking in and out
of. I could feel it running down my balls and saw that it
was starting to get thick and foamy. It looked like I was
churning butter in the little bitch's cunt.
I wanted to punish the kid, make him hurt for what he'd
done to me; letting men fuck him full of slime. I was
ramming into the slut as hard as I could, smacking his ass
with my hands and yelling at him. I demanded to know who
had been fucking my boy. I don't know if he answered; I
probably wouldn't have heard him if he did. When I finally
heard him make a sound like he was in pain I lost it and
added my own load of slime to the muck already filling his
cunt.
I left my prick balls deep in the little bitch's cunt
while I pumped my load out and then just stood there, not
knowing what to do. The kid crawled forward on the bed
until my prick slid out of his gaping hole. I watched as
the kid spun around and sucked the head of my prick into his
mouth. He sucked and licked at the scum coating my prick
like a starving bitch. When he had my prick clean he ducked
down to lick my balls clean the moved back to the head of my
softening prick and sucked it back into his mouth.
He kept sucking at the head, like he was expecting to
get more out of it. When I pulled back he sucked harder and
bit down lightly behind the ridge to keep the head in his
mouth. I told him to let go because I needed to piss. He
rolled his eyes up to look at my face, reached up and
grabbed my balls with both hands and kept sucking. Even
more disgusted than ever, I looked down into his eyes then
relaxed and let my piss flow.
The little slut kept sucking and swallowing until I was
through, then kept on sucking while holding my balls and
kneading them between his fingers. My prick started to
recover; getting harder and pushing into the slut's sucking
mouth. When he had a mouthful of prick the kid took a deep
breath and swallowed the head of my prick into his throat.
By the time I was full hard again, the bitch was deep
throating most of my prick. He couldn't get his mouth open
far enough to take the last inch or two; my prick gets real
thick at the base.
I was getting one of the best blowjobs of my life and
it was my kid doing the sucking. My kid; who someone else
had been fucking, obviously at both ends. I felt the rage
building up again, thinking of some other man's prick
breaking into my kid's face and throat. I wrapped my hands
around the back of the slut's head and started fucking his
face as hard as I could. If the little slut was hungry for
a load in his gullet, I'd give him one, but I wasn't going
to let him enjoy it.
Once I took over the kid started to gag and choke on my
prick. I just fucked harder and faster. When he let go of
my balls and tried to push away from me I knew I was
teaching the little slut a lesson. He was looking up at my
face with a look of terror in his eyes so I pounded him that
much harder. When I felt like I was close I picked up the
pace even more and when I started to sluice I kept on
fucking all the way in and out until I was through.
I stepped back. The little bitch just stayed there on
all fours on the bed, looking down at the floor. I told him
to get into the bathroom and get in the shower. He climbed
off of the bed and turned towards the bathroom. When I saw
the scum dripping from his cunt I told him to be sure to
clean out his butt and get all the slime out of it.
I zipped up my jeans, went back down stairs and poured
myself a drink. I had a few drinks in me when the little
bitch came downstairs without a stitch on. I asked him what
the fuck he wanted and he said he was hungry. I told him to
grab whatever he could find in the kitchen then get his
slutty little ass up to bed. After several more drinks,
draining the bottle, I went up stairs, stripped down and
passed out on my own bed.
Sometime later I was dreaming about fucking the kid
again. This time, though, we were both bare assed. I was
fucking into that cunt and enjoying every inch of it sucking
and massaging my prick. When I felt his little hands
kneading my balls I woke to find that I wasn't fucking the
bitch, he was on my bed between my legs sucking my prick
into his throat. He had my balls in his hands while he
bobbed his head up and down. It felt like he was working
hard to suck another load of scum out of me. Part of me
wanted to smack the kid off of me and beat his little fag
ass, but his mouth and throat felt so good, and I didn't
have the energy to move so I just lay there and closed my
eyes. I enjoyed another incredible blowjob and drifted
back to sleep right after I fired another load into the
little sluts sucking mouth.
In the morning, I woke to find the bitch curled up
beside me. His shoulder was in my arm pit and his head was
on my chest. He was sucking his thumb. I started to try to
get out of bed, but stopped when I realized how hung over
and sore I was. The little bitch woke up. I looked down at
him and told him I had to piss again. Without hesitating,
the slut went down on me and sucked the head of my prick
into his mouth. I let loose and let the kid suck me dry,
then went back to sleep.
Sometime around Noon I woke again when I heard the
toilet in my bathroom flush. I looked at the clock by my
bed. When the kid came out of the bathroom, still bare
assed, and started to climb back up on my bed I told him to
get out and go get dressed before his mother got home. I
got up and threw some clothes on then took the kid to a
drive through to get us something to eat and then drove to
my office to get the things I needed there. We got back
home a little while before my wife got home; she found me in
my office and the kid in his room watching TV.
In the evening my wife came to tell me dinner was ready
and asked if I'd eat at my desk. She seemed surprised when
I said I'd eat with her and the kid. The three of us sat
down at the table together and she tried some small talk,
but neither the kid nor I were very talkative. The kid did
tell her that `Coach Blunt' had picked him up for T-ball and
brought him home after the game. He told her I'd worked in
my office and he'd watched TV the rest of the time. I
guessed the kid was used to saying nothing about getting
fucked and sucking dick so it was no problem keeping one
more secret from his mother.
The following week I made it home for dinner every
night, to the surprise and confusion of my wife. When we
sat down to dinner Wednesday I asked where the kid was. The
wife looked at me and shook her head. She told me that the
kid had T-ball practice on Wednesdays; every Wednesday he
goes home from school with Allen Blunt's boy; Bobby, the
kid's best friend. Allen takes the boy's to practice and
then brings the kid home after. I asked if this guy always
picked the kid up for games on Saturdays and she said he
did. She said it's supposed to be for fathers and sons
only, but since I was never around on weekends, she'd talked
Allen into letting the kid go without me. I asked when all
this started and she told the kid had been involved in T-
ball for a little over two years; since just after his fifth
birthday.
After dinner I got on the computer and Googled Allen
Blunt. I found a blog about his T-ball team. Knowing what I
did it wasn't hard to read between the lines; this guy's
blog was a way to find other men into little boys and get
them together with the excuse of innocent games and father
son `bonding'. I figured I knew now why the kid came home
Saturday with a shitter full of slime. I thought it must not
have taken much convincing on my wife's part to get this guy
to take the kid `under his wing'. I started to work on a
plan to address the situation.
Later that evening, after my wife had gone up to bed
and I was sure she was asleep I went into the kid's room and
closed the door. I pulled his covers and saw that he was
curled up on his side sucking his thumb. I pulled the seat
of his pajama pants down and pushed a finger into his hole.
Yep, loose and full of scum again.
I felt my dick getting hard again so I got it out and
pulled the kid's ass to the edge of the bed. I put my hand
over the kid's mouth and woke him up by shoving my dick up
his cunt. When I had his attention I told him he was going
to answer a few questions while I fucked him. The kid
spilled it all to me; his friend's Daddy, (Allen Blunt) had
been fucking him for as long as he'd been going to T-ball
and letting all the other Dad's fuck him too. I asked him
how many men there were and he told me usually four or five,
but sometimes more. I asked him how many men had fucked him
last Saturday before I did and he told me they all had. I
asked how many again and he said there were eight men last
Saturday.
The little slut had eight different men's loads in his
cunt when he came home from T-ball. No wonder it was
leaking out of his cunt to make a wet spot on his briefs.
This bastard was going to have to pay for turning my boy
into a cum dump for himself and all of his friends. Nobody
does something like that to me and gets away with it. Just
as I was thinking about what to do to Allen Blunt I started
to cream the kid's cunt. I was pounding away in his hole
and hadn't even realized it. When my balls were empty the
kid rolled over and sucked my prick clean. He kept sucking
like he was waiting for me to piss, but I told him I was
ready for bed. I tucked my prick in my pants, zipped up and
went to my own room.
The next Saturday I left for the office mid morning, as
usual, but a little before noon, I drove back to our
neighborhood and parked a block from home, where I'd see
Coach Blunt drive by after picking the kid up for the game.
About 12:30 I saw his car go by. I followed at a short
distance and when he got to the park I pulled over far
enough away to avoid notice, but close enough to watch.
Blunt got out of the car and went to the back to get
some equipment out while the kid climbed out of the back
seat followed by two other boys; one who looked to be about
the same age as the kid (must be Bobby) and one who was much
smaller (a little brother?).
Blunt went to one of the baseball diamonds and set up a
batting T on home plate. He had that and a couple of bats
and balls with him.
Over the next fifteen minutes four other men arrived
with one boy each. As they arrived they joined Blunt and
the boys on the field and made a feeble attempt to look like
they were playing ball. When the last man arrived, they
packed the equipment back into Blunts car and they all drove
off together. I followed them to a raised ranch in a
subdivision just the other side of the park. Again I stayed
a safe distance back, but parked near enough to watch them
all go in the house.
I waited a while then approached the house from one
side and went around back. From behind a shrub near the
glass doors into the lower level I could see into the room.
My boy and a couple others were down there with the five
men; the rest of the boys were nowhere to be seen.
Everybody in the room was stripped down and I could see
their clothes around the room. Some man I didn't recognize
was plowing my boy's cunt while Blunt was fucking his face.
It looked like Blunt's boy was in between two other men
getting the same treatment; the third boy was busy sucking
the prick of the fifth guy.
I snapped several pictures through the glass, they
weren't great, but I thought I'd gotten at least one
recognizable face shot of each of the men. I went back to
the car and sent the pics to my e-mail then went up to the
front door. I tried the knob and found it wasn't locked so
I stepped inside. Once inside I saw the rest of the boy's,
all younger than the ones with the men, were up in the
living room watching cartoons.
One of the kids was looking at me so I put my finger up
to my lips to tell him to be quiet. I went up the short
flight of stairs to the living room and whispered to the boy
who looked like the younger kid I'd seen with Blunt and
asked him how old he was. The kid told me he was four. I
asked him if Allen was his Daddy and he nodded his head. I
asked him his name and he said it was Ricky. The other kids
were engrossed in the cartoons and had noticed I was there,
but didn't seem to care.
I told little Ricky that we were going to play a game
and surprise his Daddy. I got him out of his clothes and
stripped my own off. Once we were both bare assed, I picked
the kid up and carried him downstairs. I walked into the
room carrying little Ricky just as the bastard fucking my
kid was unloading in his cunt. The guy pulled out and I saw
that he had a huge cock, about as long as mine but much
thicker. The little slut pulled off of Blunt's dick and
spun around to suck the monster cock clean but froze when he
saw me standing in the room.
The guy with his back to me said to my boy, "What's the
matter bitch? You know what you should be doing right now;
get to it".
I looked at my boy staring at me and said, "I think
he's waiting for his Daddy's permission; something all of
you should have done before making use of my boy's holes as
cum dumps."
Everybody in the room turned to look at me and then
froze; except for the kid on his knees sucking the one guy's
prick, he just kept right on bobbing his head up and down
the prick he was working on. Blunt was looking at me
standing there with his boy in my arms; the look on his face
was a cross between fear and lust.
I stared back at Blunt and said, "I think you owe me
something ass wipe."
Blunt started babbling about `innocent fun' and `things
got out of hand'. I told him to shut up and that I didn't
mean he owed me any kind of explanation. I said I knew full
well what had been going on and had the pictures to show
anybody else who might need to be informed. I looked down
at the boy in my arms and pushed a finger against his hole.
Then, as my finger started to push in and the kid started to
squirm I said, "I think you owe me this, you took mine so I
should get yours."
Blunt tried to argue, telling me Ricky was too young
and that I had no right. I heard his protests, but saw his
dick getting hard again and knew that he was turned on by
the idea of me taking his little boy's cherry. When I
pointed out the contradiction between his words and his hard
on he shut up. I continues to work my finger into little
Ricky's hole and from the way he was squirming and whining,
I don't think he liked it. I asked Blunt if he had any lube
or if he wanted me to fuck his little bitch dry.
Blunt told Bobby to get to work on little Ricky's hole
with his tongue and told my kid to start sucking my cock. I
told the boy's that I was giving the orders for now and said
I'd rather fuck Bobby's face to get ready for his baby
brother's hole. I looked at my boy and told him he could
eat little Ricky's ass, if he wanted to.
I putt the wining brat on the floor and bent him over
with his ass toward my kid then pulled Bobby's face onto my
dick. I watched my boy dive into the brat's ass while I
fucked Bobby's face hard and deep. I leaned down to work my
fingers into the brat's hole with my kids spit. I looked up
at Blunt and told him it would be a tight fit. Blunt just
stood there, watching me use his boys, yanking on his prick
with one hand while he pulled on his balls with the other.
I looked around the room and saw that all adult eyes were on
us and all the pricks were hard.
I decided my prick and the brat's hole were slick
enough and I pushed Bobby away from me while I pulled the
brat to me. He was small enough that I picked him up again
and held him up in front of me with his back to me. I told
Bobby to take hold of my prick and hold it up while I
lowered the brat's hole down on it. When I felt the head of
my dick pop in the brat started screaming. I held on to
him, but I wasn't holding him up; I let his own weight and
his squirming pull him down.
I have to say that it started out as pay back, nothing
more. As my prick broke that little hole open, pushing into
that sweet hot tight sleeve, I started to enjoy the fuck
just for the sake of a great fuck. The kid's squirming was
delicious, it felt better than any blow job or fuck I'd ever
had. When the brat's hole was down to his brother's hand I
had to tell the stupid fuck to let go so I could squeeze
every inch of my prick up into heaven.
When my dick was all the way up inside the brat I threw
my head back, closed my eyes and ground my pubes into the
brat's butt. I was surprised when I felt the brats hole
start to slide up. I opened my eyes to see Blunt standing
in front of me lifting the brat. The feeling of the vacuum
tube in the kid's ass trying to keep my dick planted all the
way inside was incredible. I was afraid Blunt was going to
try to stop this; take the brat away from me. But when just
the head of my dick was snug in the brat's hole, Blunt let
him slide back down.
Blunt took over all together; I just stood there while
he fucked the brat up and down on my dick. The brat's
screaming got to be too much, so I told Blunt to shut him
up. Blunt planted his mouth over the brat's and kept it
there, alternating between ramming his tongue down his boy's
throat and sucking the brat's tongue into his mouth. I told
Bobby to get behind me. I spread my feet apart and told him
to suck my balls.
With the brat's hot tight twat sliding up and down on
my prick and Bobby's mouth and tongue bathing my balls I
couldn't hold out for long. Well before I wanted it to be
over I felt my balls tighten up between my legs and then I
was pumping my scum into Blunt's baby's hole. After the
last few weak spurts dribbled out of my prick, Blunt lifted
the brat off of me then turned him over and started sucking
my scum from the brat's hole. Bobby scooted between my legs
and went to work cleaning up my prick.
I found a comfortable spot to sit and told Blunt that
before I left I expected to see every one in the room fuck
little Ricky, Blunt last of all. Blunt pried his mouth from
the brat's hole and I told him to hand Ricky over to the
dude who had bred my boy's hole just before I came in.
Blunt reluctantly handed the brat over and we all watched as
the second dick of his life worked it's way inside his hole.
The new, fatter prick made the brat scream again. Before I
had a chance to tell him to do something about it, blunt
shut the brat up with his prick.
I sat and watched while Bobby nursed on my prick. I
fed him two loads while I watched every man there fuck and
breed little Ricky. The two guys who came after horse dick
didn't get the tight cherry four year old twat I had the
pleasure of fucking, but they certainly seemed to enjoy
themselves. Blunt barely had his prick all the way into his
baby's loose sloppy hole before he was pumping his own load
into the swamp up in there.
When it was over I pulled Bobby off my prick and headed
up stairs. My kid started to follow me but I told him to
stay put and let Blunt take him home as usual. I turned to
Blunt and said, "You took mine, I took yours; account
settled for now."
I went upstairs, got dressed and headed downtown to my
office. I got home too late to have dinner with the wife
and kid. After that one week I went back to my normal
routine. A few months later the wife informed me she wanted
a divorce so she could marry `someone who will actually be a
part of our lives'. She claimed she led the life of a
single mother and that the kid didn't have a father.
I gave her what she wanted. I got an apartment down
town and moved out of the house. In the settlement I gave
her the house and generous child support; too generous
according to my lawyer. The one stipulation I made her
agree to was that if she was ever not able to care for the
kid and I had to, the house reverted to me. She laughed at
the idea of me having anything to do with the kid and signed
everything.
Not long after we were divorced, my ex became Mrs.
Allen Blunt. Blunt sold his house and moved into my house
along with his boys. Not long after the new family was
settled in the police got a tip about Blunt's blog. After
an investigation and a sting operation Blunt, his buddies
and his wife found themselves in jail. Then men all plead
guilty in an attempt to get as little time as possible.
Mrs. Blunt proclaimed her innocence and insisted on going to
trial.
All the evidences showed that Mrs. Blunt had turned her
boy over to Blunt before they were married to one another.
It was obvious to the jury that Mrs. Blunt had to know what
was really going on. My testimony that I had never known
anything about it while we were married didn't help. Once
found guilty Mrs. Blunt ended up getting the longest time in
prison of the whole group.
After the sentencing, when I went to my house to take
care of my son I found Blunt's parents living there with all
three of the boys. They were stunned to find out that the
house was mine again and that they and Blunt's two brats
would have to go. Once they were gone, it was just me and
the kid. The kid was nine years old by then, maybe ten, and
could pretty much take care of himself. I got a woman to
come in during the day a couple times a week to clean and do
the shopping. The kid and I both learned how to make use of
the microwave and we got along just fine.
The kid is a confirmed cum slut and now his mouth and
cunt are mine alone. I have my very own full service whore;
trained by Allen Blunt. Mr. Blunt is currently a guest of
the federal prison system and is most probably being trained
as someone else's whore. He should have known what's mine
is mine.