Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: blover1@hotmail.com
Subject: Daddy and His Boy Jason
Hey guys this is a first attempt here for my boy at writing here on Nifty.
I enjoyed this and thought some of you might as well.
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
submission in a Daddy/boy relationship between adult males, including
watersports, scat and other graphic scenes of sex. If this type of content
offends you or you are under the legal age of your location do not read
it. If such content is illegal where you live, please leave now and read no
further. This story is the property of the author only. Please do not copy
or reprint without permission from the author. If you wish to contact the
author for comments, please do so at blover1@hotmail.com or my Daddy at
MasterJaret@yahoo.com
DADDY AND HIS BOY JASON
Jason lay quietly under the rim chair, staring at his "Daddy's" naked
ass less than a few inches from his face. He moved his hands over the
round, hairy ass cheeks, slightly parting them in order to better view the
single, pink eye between. Jason pressed his lips to the puckered hole,
kissing it softly and devoutly.
"mmmmmm, thank you, Daddy" he almost purred. "You're welcome, my boy,"
replied Jason's Daddy.
Daddy was a balding, heavyset man. To describe him as hirsute
didn't do him justice. He was covered in hair from his head to the toes on
his size 12 EEE feet. His thick beard became a 5:00 shadow by 8:00 am.
His broad chest, arms, back and big belly were carpeted in deep fur. And
his bush framed his thick cock above two egg sized balls in a furry pouch.
The Russian ancestors provided him with what many jokingly called his
natural fur coat. At six foot and 270 lbs., he was a good sized man. As
he sat upon the rim chair with his "boy" Jason beneath him, he reached into
the ashtray for the freshly cut cigar, already prepared for him. He slid
the rolled tube of tobacco leaves between his teeth and lips and reached
for an old fashioned stick match lying on the desk top tray. He raked his
thumb nail across the top, and a spark burst into a flame. He held it
under his cigar, drawing to bring it to light. Shaking out the match, he
tossed it into the ashtray and settled back comfortably in the chair.
His boy, Jason, was smaller in build almost as hairy and though the
same age, he looked younger. They had been together ten years, and in
those years their relationship had deepened until they become almost one.
Daddy loved and protected Jason. Jason lived to please His Daddy. Life
was good.
Jason continued to kiss his Daddy's butt hole, knowing how much his
Daddy was enjoying it. He slid his tongue across the puckered hole,
tasting his Daddy and coating the fur that lined the sides with spit.
Jason closed his eyes and inhaled. He could smell his Daddy. He flicked
out his tongue, and flattening it, licked his Daddy's ass from the bottom
to the top of his ass crack, much like licking an ice cream cone. Again
and again he slid his tongue over and over his Daddy's ass, sometimes
flattening his tongue, sometimes keeping it stiff, slowing at the opening
and then continuing on. Jason loved his Daddy, and he loved being his
Daddy's toilet boy.
He remembered the first time His Daddy fed him.
He had always loved to rim his Daddy. He enjoyed it, was good at
it. He had literally spent hours under the rim chair licking his Daddy's
shithole lovingly and gladly. He became lost it in, loving being his
submissive boy to do this for him and knowing he was bringing his Daddy
pleasure at the same time. He had often accompanied his Daddy into the
bathroom and while Daddy sat on the toilet, Jason obediently sucked his
Daddy's cock and drank his Daddy's piss, all the time sitting on the floor
with a hard on. Then, one time his Daddy had motioned him to follow him
into the bathroom; Jason did so obediently and willingly.
Jason had stood in the doorway and watched while his Daddy, already
naked, sat down on the toilet.
"Come here, baby boy," cooed his Daddy as he curled his finger
gesturing at him, directing him to enter the bathroom.
Jason walked a couple of steps into the room and then instinctively
knelt down and crawled in the rest of the way until he was kneeling before
his Daddy. He sat down, moving his legs around until he was straddling the
bowl.
"That's a good boy," his Daddy praised him as he ran his hands
through his short hair.
"Just sit there just like that, Jason," directed Daddy. "Now lean
in and suck Daddy's cock while he takes a dump."
Jason scooted his butt closer towards the toilet and took his
Daddy's cock into his mouth and began to suck on it, feeling the first
drops of his Daddy's piss as it began to flow into Jason's mouth across his
tongue and down his throat. He both tasted and smelled the piss as it
flowed from his Daddy's fat cock. He gulped the first mouthful and drank,
not spilling a drop nor ever breaking contact with his Daddy's cock. The
taste was strong but not bitter. He drank until the flow finally subsided.
Even after that, Jason continued to suck on his Daddy's cock.
Daddy placed his hands around Jason's head and held him in place,
removed his cock from Jason's mouth and throat. He rose up slightly from
the seat to give Jason a straight view of his hairy asshole.
"Here it comes, baby boy. Watch your Daddy take a shit." With
that he pushed and a large, solid log of shit emerged from his Daddy's
opening asshole and appeared before Jason's eyes. As it slowly dropped to
the water below, Jason inhaled the smell. It smelled like Daddy. He
watched as another log emerged from the hairy hole, slowly snaking its way
down and dropping silently into the water, half across the log already
floating there. Jason watched as his Daddy's hole opened and closed
tightly, almost winking at him, pieces of shit clinging to the hairs and
coating that eye a deep brown. Then his Daddy sat back down onto the
toilet. Jason immediately went back to sucking his Daddy's cock.
Jason sat at on the floor, his legs wrapped around the toilet bowl
while he sucked on his Daddy's cock. He flashed back over in his head what
he had just witnessed: his Daddy taking a shit into the toilet. He could
still smell his Daddy's farts and the shit floating in the toilet in front
of him.
Daddy patted Jason on the head, "Good boy, good boy," he said over
and over. Then Daddy stood up, looked down at Jason, winked at him, turned
around and bent over the toilet bowl.
"Clean Daddy up, Jason."
Jason looked at the toilet roll and saw it was empty of paper.
Then he realized what Daddy meant. He parted his Daddy's hairy ass cheeks
and saw the brown coated pucker he had just witness birthing two massive
logs of shit. Jason saw the shit matted into the hairs around the center
brown ring. He looked at his Daddy's ass.
"Clean Daddy up, Jason. Slide that nice tongue of yours over
Daddy's asshole and make him nice and clean. Do that for me Jason," urged
Daddy.
Jason leaned in closer, stuck out his tongue and slid it across his
Daddy's asshole. He tasted the shit, a strong, distinct taste. He
flattened his tongue and licked across his Daddy's ass, sliding off the
shit coating the puckered hole.
"Hmmmmm, that feels so nice, baby," thanked Daddy. "You do that
real nice."
Jason continued to slide his tongue across his Daddy's furry ass.
He knew his tongue was coated with his Daddy's shit. He could taste it in
his mouth, feel it on his tongue. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He
immediately dove his tongue back into his Daddy's ass to keep from gagging.
He swallowed again and slid his tongue up into his Daddy's shithole,
licking the sides clean. He slid back out and then flicked his tongue
along the hairs, lining his Daddy's hole. He sucked them in between his
lips and into his mouth, removing all of his Daddy's shit. He licked his
Daddy's ass again and again. Jason looked at his Daddy's butt. The hairs
glistened as they were flattened against the skin, and the clean puckered
eye stared at Jason in its rosy, pink hue. Jason smiled to himself.
"All clean, baby?" asked Daddy.
"Yes, Sir, Daddy," replied Jason.
"Very good boy, baby. Very good boy."
End Part 1
Jason lay under the rim chair, his Daddy's ass inches from his
mouth. Jason could smell the aroma of his Daddy's freshly lit cigar. He
continued to lick and tongue his Daddy's asshole, completely encasing it
with his mouth and sucking on it, flicking his tongue over his Daddy's
shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more.
When he thought about that early bathroom sex, Jason knew that was
probably the beginning of his toilet training, though he hadn't realized it
at the time. That act became a regular Saturday and Sunday morning routine
after that. One Saturday morning, after their bathroom ritual, Daddy had
brought Jason back into the playroom and had tied him down, spread-eagled,
on his back. He placed a blindfold over Jason's eyes, so that Jason only
had his other senses to make him aware of what his Daddy was doing.
Click! Brrrrzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Jason heard the unmistakable sound of
barber clippers. He swallowed and tried not to tense. He had no idea what
was to come next. He took a slow intake of breath and then felt the
clippers across his chest, removing the chest hair as it passed. He felt
the hair fall away as the clippers moved around his pecs, under and around
his nipples. His Daddy squeezed Jason's right nipple tightly, holding it
for a second, and another and another and then releasing it. Jason knew
that was his Daddy's sign of affection and approval. The sheers moved down
across Jason's stomach, down one line into his groin and up another line
beside.
"It's like mowing a lawn," Jason almost smiled, thinking to himself.
He felt the sheers continue their path with one final move to Jason's
arm pits. Jason knew the two, quick passes eliminated all the hair. Jason
heard the clipper motor stop. He listened. He heard his Daddy place the
clippers on the table. He heard his feet move away from the table and out
of the playroom. Jason lay there, immobile.
Sometime later he heard and felt his Daddy entering the playroom and
approaching the table. He heard Daddy set something onto the table and
then felt him approach and stop beside the table where Jason lie stretched
out, freshly barbered. He felt the cool, smoothness slide across his chest
and nipples.
"Shaving cream," thought Jason. He knew what was to follow. He felt
his Daddy slide his hand all over his body, from his neck to his balls,
covering every inch in a layer of shaving cream. Jason felt the razor
connect with his skin as his Daddy meticulously shaved every inch of
Jason's chest, stomach, crotch and balls.
Jason listened closely as his Daddy moved around the room. His Daddy
hadn't spoken a word since he had brought Jason to the playroom from the
bathroom. He heard his Daddy move toward the end of the table. He felt
movement around the strap, binding his right ankle in place. It loosened
and then opened. He felt his Daddy undo the left ankle strap as well.
Jason stayed in place. He continued to lie motionless as Daddy proceeded
to undo both wrist restraints as well. When all the restraints had been
released, Jason felt the body heat as his Daddy leaned down towards him.
He could feel his Daddy's warm breath on his face and smell what he knew
was his Daddy's scent. And then Jason felt his Daddy's lips press against
his, his Daddy's tongue forcing Jason's lips open and entering. Jason
responded to his Daddy's kiss with all the passion and devotion he felt in
his heart and in his being. For a moment they were lost that in the
intensity of their kiss. And then Jason felt his Daddy's lips brush his
own one last moment, and then they were gone.
"Give me your hands, Jason," said Daddy. "Slide over to the edge of
the table, swing your legs over the edge until you are sitting, son."
Jason did as his Daddy instructed until he was sitting on the edge of
the table, his hands in the hands of his Daddy.
"Now stand up and walk with me. Just let me lead you," said Daddy as
he led Jason across the room to a padded sawhorse. He stopped Jason at the
edge of the horse. When told to lie forward, Jason would be stretched
across the top of the sawhorse.
"Open your legs, son," ordered Daddy as he moved his own feet in
between Jason's. Jason took two steps apart, widening his stance
considerably. Daddy moved around in front of Jason. "Move forward two
steps, son and stop when you feel the horse."
Jason stepped forward and immediately came into contact with what he
knew was the sawhorse. Jason stopped. He stood awkwardly, his legs
wrapped around the extending legs of the sawhorse as he knew his Daddy
would want him.
"Good boy," praised Daddy.
"Thank you, Daddy," Jason almost sighed.
"Bend over the sawhorse, Jason, and stretch out."
Jason stretched out the length of the sawhorse, allowing his arms and
hands to hand along the side. Jason felt each arm stretched down as Daddy
attached each of the wrist cuffs. Jason listened while his Daddy moved
about behind him. Then Jason felt the familiar cool, slickness being
applied to his butt cheeks and asshole. Jason felt the razor slide along
the left butt cheek. His Daddy made quick strokes and cleared any hair or
fuzz that may have been present. He did the same to the right cheek.
Jason felt as Daddy proceeded to slide the razor along the underside
between Jason's asshole and ball sack. Daddy stopped and set the razor
down on Jason's back. Jason listened as Daddy moved around to the front of
the sawhorse and stopped in front of Jason's downturned head.
"Look up, son, and open your mouth," said Daddy.
Jason immediately raised his head in the direction of the voice and
opened his mouth. He felt his Daddy's cock slide over his lips and into
his mouth, resting halfway, flatly on Jason's tongue.
"Just relax a second, baby," smiled Daddy. And then Jason felt the
first few trickles of his Daddy's piss. He opened his mouth and closed his
throat, determined to pool the first blasts. Quickly the dribble turned to
a strong, continuous stream. Jason felt his mouth quickly filling with his
Daddy's piss. When he thought his cheeks would burst and he might actually
spill some of his Daddy's piss...
"Go ahead, baby, swallow."
And Jason did just what his Daddy told him. He opened his throat and
swallowed in one big gulp. The steady stream continued to flow across
Jason's tongue and down his throat, filling his already full belly. As the
flow decreased, Jason sucked devotedly on his Daddy's cock.
He felt his Daddy's hand on his head. "Thank you, baby boy."
Then Jason felt his Daddy unhook each wrist restraint. "I want you
to hold open your ass, son," instructed Daddy as he moved back around
behind Jason. "Hold it open as wide as you can so I can finish this up
properly."
Jason reached around and grasped each of his butt cheeks in his
hands. He pulled them apart and pushed his ass out towards his Daddy. He
held his cheeks apart as he felt his Daddy slide the razor around and
across Jason's rosebud hole. Jason shaved his asshole and balls for his
Daddy everyday.
"You do a very good job here, son," praised Daddy as he finished with
the razor. "Wasn't really anything to clean up. But I sure had fun doing
it anyway, didn't you?" He quipped to Jason as he brought his hand down
hard across Jason's ass.
Jason jumped out of surprise but quickly pushed his ass back out to
his Daddy. Daddy slapped it again and again and again and again. After
several minutes of swats to Jason's butt, Daddy stopped his spankings and
unfastened the ankle restraints. He pulled Jason upright.
"Reach out and steady yourself on the horse, boy," instructed
Daddy. "I'm going to remove the blindfold now." And Daddy quickly removed
the blindfold. Jason kept his eyes shut for a moment and then slowly
opened them. He blinked as the room slowly came back into focus. And then
he saw himself, or rather a hairless copy of himself. It took Jason a
moment to realize that he was actually looking at himself in the mirror.
Jason focused on his chest, his stomach. He looked down at his nude body.
"I haven't looked like this since I was 12," thought Jason. And then
he looked up at his Daddy.
"Exactly." Said Daddy.
"Sir?" asked Jason
"You were thinking that you look like a boy again, weren't you?"
Jason's eyes widened. His Daddy never ceased to amaze him and his
ability to sense and see things, almost read a person's thoughts; or at
least he could Jason's.
"How did you know that, and yes, Daddy, that is what I was thinking,"
responded Jason.
"Because that is what I wanted you to look like, baby boy," replied
Daddy. "Now, come with me." Jason reached for his Daddy's outstretched
hand and taking it, followed his Daddy into the bedroom.
End Part 2
Jason continued to lick and tongue his Daddy's asshole, completely
encasing it with his mouth and sucking on it, flicking his tongue over his
Daddy's shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more.
Lying under the rim chair, Jason watched the hairy, pink pucker wink at
him. He pointed his tongue and shoved it towards that winking eye, sliding
it up into his Daddy's shithole. He could taste the sweat and the funk
from the day. Jason pushed his tongue in deeper and deeper, sucking on his
Daddy's asslips at the same time. He moaned as his tongue felt the tip of
a very large, hard piece of his Daddy's shit.
That first time had been very hot. It had captured him and made
him belong to his Daddy in no other way. The second time was one of those
rare times when they had joined friends for an evening out. Afterwards,
they had come home, stripped, and gone out to their back deck to relax.
The warm, late August night was filled with stars, and the full moon
illuminated the trees and forest in the back of their property. Seclusion
and privacy were complete. Jason walked to the deck wall, leaned across
the frame and gazed into the yard. Daddy walked up behind Jason, and
wrapping one big arm around his chest, he pulled Jason back into him.
Daddy quietly nibbled on Jason's ear while his other hand reached down to
Jason's butt and began to pull and twist the butt plug that Jason had worn
all evening.
"Mmmmmmm. That feels so nice, Daddy, thank you," cooed Jason as he
rubbed his butt against Daddy's hand. Daddy continued to nibble on Jason's
ear and then whispered softly.
"You're going to be my good boy tonight, aren't you, Jason?"
"Yes, Daddy, always."
He pulled more on the butt plug and then pushed it back in. Jason
ground his butt into the plug and sucked on the fingers Daddy moved into
his mouth. Daddy withdrew his fingers, placed his hands on Jason's
shoulders and turned him around to face him.
"Tonight will be new ground for you, baby boy. I want you to make
me as proud as always." Daddy said, looking his boy in the eyes.
"Understand? You do your best and do it for Daddy."
Jason looked into his Daddy's eyes. "Always, Daddy. You know
that," he responded almost instinctively.
"Good boy," praised Daddy. He reached down and patted Jason's butt
cheek. "Come on over here," said Daddy as they walked toward the center of
the deck. "Now, lie down on your back, baby, and raise your legs up and
hold them back for me."
Jason dropped down to his hand and knees, rolled over onto his back
and then pulled up his legs and clasped his hands behind his knees, holding
his legs up and his asshole open and accessible to his Daddy.
"Hmmmm, good boy, baby," said Daddy as he took the butt plug in his
hand and began to push it into Jason deeper. First he pushed, and then
he'd turn it first one way and then another. Jason held his legs up and
apart for his Daddy. He could feel his Daddy work the plug deeper and
deeper into him, opening him up more and more. Finally he felt his Daddy
slide the plug all the way out of his ass hole. With almost a soft pop,
Jason felt his ass twitch tightly once or twice, almost missing the feeling
of the plug. Jason watched his Daddy looking down at the plug and Jason's
distended ass lips.
"Very nice, son. Now, I want you to take a big hit of poppers and
then get right back into this same position. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," replied Jason. He reached for the small, brown bottle
on the table to his right. He unscrewed the lid and held the small vial to
his nose. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the strong aroma being
unleashed. He moved the bottle to the other nostril and repeated the
action. As he covered the bottle and screwed back on the cap, Jason could
feel the blood rush through his body, his cock and balls stir, his senses
suddenly more alert. He could feel his asshole open and relax. He looked
up at his Daddy and he reclapsed his hands behind his knees, again exposing
his hole.
"Open your mouth, baby," instructed Daddy. Jason opened his mouth.
As he did, he saw his Daddy bring up from below the plug that had Jason had
worn. It was caked with hard pieces of his shit. Jason watched as his
Daddy brought the plug closer and closer to Jason's mouth. For an instant,
everything froze. Jason looked into his Daddy's eyes, suddenly very aware
of what his Daddy wanted him to do. The thought overwhelmed him, excited
him, revolted him. He held open his mouth as his Daddy slid the shit
coated plug into his mouth. Daddy slid in closer to Jason and then touched
the head of his engorged cock to Jason's asslips.
"Suck on that for me, baby, while Daddy fucks you. Will you clean
that up for me, son?" Daddy looked into Jason's eyes, as he slid his cock
into Jason's opening asshole.
Jason responded with his eyes and by shaking his head while he
started to suck the shit from the plug. The taste was not what he
expected. It was strong but he managed to concentrate on sliding his
tongue over along the plug, stripping the shit from the sides and allowing
it to slide down his throat. At the same time, he felt his Daddy's cock
slide up into him, his Daddy's hairy ball sack slapping against the back of
his ass. Daddy reached down and pulled on Jason's nipples. As he pulled
out his cock to slide it back in, he alternated milking Jason's nipples.
As Jason's Daddy began to piston fuck him, he sucked harder and harder on
the plug in his mouth. All the while, he looked into his Daddy's eyes.
Daddy moved his hand away from Jason's nipples and cupped Jason's balls,
gripping and pulling them down, all the while fucking him, slamming his
balls against Jason's back.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!" Daddy began to paddle Jason's pulled back
ball sack with his other hand. He'd pull out his cock almost to the end,
pull on Jason's balls, and then as he slammed his cock up into Jason' hole,
his hand came up and down across Jason's pulled balls.
"You keep sucking that plug clean for me, boy," said Daddy as he
delivered blow after blow to Jason's balls. Daddy slammed his cock into
Jason deeper. "Mmmm...you feel good, baby; Daddy's close."
"Awwwweee," wailed Jason, as the intensity of the slapping to his
balls intensified with the fucking of his ass. Over and over his Daddy
slapped his balls, harder and harder, and all the time driving his cock in
deeper and deeper.
"Pull your butt cheeks apart for Daddy, baby. I want to breed
you." Jason reached down and pulled apart his butt, allowing his Daddy to
slam in even deeper. Jason wrapped his legs around his Daddy's waist,
riding him like the stallion he was. He sucked the plug deeper into his
throat, running his tongue along the now cleaned surface. With each slap
to his balls and thrust up his ass, Jason felt himself coming closer and
closer to the edge.
"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God" he screamed into the butt plug as
stream after stream of hot cum erupted from his cock. As Jason spewed
forth his white cream, Daddy grabbed Jason by the hips with both hands and
slammed into him hard. Suddenly Daddy arched his back, stared into Jason's
eyes and screamed, "Oh, baby, here comes Daddy." With that he shot load
after load up into his son's ass. Jason tightened his sphincter, milking
his Daddy's cock of every last drop of cum.
Daddy slowed his breathing and looked into Jason's eyes. For a
moment they were locked in each other's gaze, each trying to catch his
breath. Jason could feel his Daddy's cum inside of him. He smiled to
himself in thankfulness.
Daddy looked at him and said, "Open your mouth, Jason."
Jason opened his mouth and watched while his Daddy slid the now clean
butt plug from his mouth.
"Mmmmm, very good, son. You made Daddy very proud." He patted Jason
on the head and then slowly withdrew his cock from Jason's ass.
Looking down at his cock and then at Jason he said, "I have something
else for you to clean up now, baby boy. Are you ready to clean Daddy's
cock? Chocolate coating outside with a nice creamy center for you, baby.
Come here and open that mouth nice and wide for Daddy."
Jason lay under the rim chair, his Daddy's ass inches from his
mouth. Jason could smell the aroma of his Daddy's freshly lit cigar waft
across the air. He inhaled and then continued to lick and tongue his
Daddy's asshole, first flattening his tongue and then pointing it and
pushing into his Daddy's pucker. He flicked his tongue over his Daddy's
shithole opening, teasing it and trying to open it more and more, feeling
the tip of the log as it began to slowly slide down to the opening and
Jason's tongue.
He licked at the ass lips, sucked them, French kissing them and
sliding his tongue into his Daddy's shit chute as if it were his mouth. He
sucked lovingly on his Daddy's engorged ass lips. His Daddy farted and as
the gas escaped into the air a thick log slid out of Jason's Daddy's ass
hole and into Jason's open mouth.
"Hmm...yea, that's nice, baby. Suck on Daddy's shit log like you
were sucking Daddy's cock."
Jason slowly slid his mouth up and down the extended log hanging
from his Daddy's open asshole. He twirled his tongue around it like he was
sucking a cock. He sucked on it, sucked it into his mouth and throat and
felt it slide down even more. He continued to suck on it, moving his mouth
up and down his Daddy's tube of shit.
"Hmmmm, oh, yea, Jason, that's son nice, son. Suck Daddy's shit
into your throat. Take it as deep as you can. Here it comes, baby," sighed
Daddy as he pushed more of the massive log out of his ass into Jason's open
mouth.
Jason continued to suck on the log as it slowly began to slide down
his throat. He fought the urge to gag and tried to release his gag reflex,
allowing the solid "cock" of shit to slide into his throat. He continued
to suck on the tube as Daddy pushed more and more out of his ass into
Jason's waiting mouth. Jason involuntarily swallowed, and a sizeable chunk
slid down his throat. Just as quickly, his mouth filled up with more of
his Daddy's appendage, emerging from his asshole.
"Oh, good boy, Jason. Daddy is so proud of you," praised Daddy.
"Clean me all up now," stated Daddy as the last hard log was cut off and
stuck there, half in Jason's mouth and throat and half sticking up into the
air. Jason tried to open his throat again to swallow, but gagged. He
arched his head, and the top of the log in his mouth fell away.
"Come on, baby, clean Daddy up," demanded Daddy.
Jason grabbed the bottle of poppers beside the rim chair, unscrewed
the cap and took a deep hit up both nostrils. As he felt the aroma take
over his body, as he felt his blood pulse, he quickly swallowed the clump
in his mouth and slid his tongue out against Daddy' pucker. He slid his
tongue over and over; cleaning all remnants of his Daddy's shit.
"Thank you, Jason," praised Daddy as he reached down and rubbed his
chest and belly. "You are such a good boy."
End Part 3