Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 22:24:53 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: MIDNIGHT SNACK (M/M/t scat)

             MIDNIGHT SNACK by bawdypen

   Feeling the urge for a midnight snack, Oliver Buchanan
slipped his robe on over his nakedness and made his way
down to the kitchen. The house was quiet by now, but when
he approached he saw a light from under the doorway.
Thinking this strange, he quietly peeked in.
   There, on all fours atop one of the preparing tables,
was his 19-year-old nephew, Tarquin. He was quite naked...
as was his handsome chauffeur, Andre. The older man was
obviously imbedded up his nephew's arse!
   Oliver smiled. Tarquin loved to be fucked, and his
uncle had gladly serviced him on many occasions. But this
was the first chance he'd had to see Andre naked, and he
wasn't about to miss the opportunity. But from the doorway
he couldn't see what was happening back there.
   "Don't mind me, fellows. I just came in for a snack.
Continue your fuck, please!" He walked over to them.
   "Uh..." Andre looked up in fright. Tarquin merely
smiled.
   "N-no. Don't pull your prick out. My nephew would never
forgive me. Have you a big one? I know how he loves to be
impaled on huge cocks. Don't fret. Skewer his arsehole with
long strokes so that I might get a peek at your fine
weapon. Don't worry about your employment. If Tarquin can
give you a raise...perhaps I will also. FUCK HIM!"
   "T-thank you, sir. I'd sure hate to pull out of this
hot arse!"
   "Yes...oooh, yes! You do have a large prick. I see
you're fucking the very shit out of him, too."
   "Oh, am I dirty, Uncle Oliver?"
   "My boy, more often than not. But surely Andre won't
mind a little stink for the pleasure your rectum affords a
prick. Show him how well you can work those muscles while I
fix a sandwich."
   Taking his eyes from the fuck for only seconds, Oliver
reached into the bread box and drew out a couple of slices.
Setting them down for the time being, he calmly opened his
robe and masturbated while viewing the spectacle. Andre
looked around and gasped. He knew the nephew was a fag from
the way he twitched his little arse around all the time.
But he wondered at his older employer who stood there
brazenly jacking his thick piece of meat as if this were an
everyday occasion. He had no intentions of stopping, but
the man's gaze must have his buttocks blushing from the way
he is looking at them!
   "Yes, firm and tight," Oliver approached. "Do you mind
if I feel your bottom while you fuck?" Without waiting for
permission, he put his hand on the man's bottom and fondled
it. He ran a finger lightly up and down the asscrack as it
opened and closed.
   Andre gasped. He was surprised, but had to admit it
stirred him.
   "Relax. Just a tickle. I won't interfere with you. Fuck
him harder, man. As I said, he loves to be impaled. Slam it
into him full force!"
   "Oh, Uncle...he's marvelous! Fuck me, Andre! Ride my
arse!"
   Oliver had no idea how long they'd been at it, but he
could tell that it would not last much longer. Andre was
fucking furiously now...holding the boy's hips and pounding
into him.
   Laying the thick bread slices on the table next to
them, Oliver picked up his own pace. He'd had no relief in
several days and the sperm was boiling in his balls from
this horny sight. Sticking his face down close over
Tarquin's buttocks to see the fuck connection, he held a
bread slice beneath his prick as he masturbated. Gasping in
orgasm, he splattered his load onto the bread!
   Tarquin was jerking his own fine endowment. At the
supreme moment, Oliver held the same slice beneath his
prick and soon had it soaked with Tarquin's heavy squirts
of cum. Andre, seeing this, began to cry out as he emptied
his load into the boy's rectum. Taking a deep breath, he
quickly withdrew.
   "Gentlemen, stay as you are. Don't touch a thing."
Oliver took the other slice and carefully wiped it up the
boy's arsecrack, collecting the crud and dripping cum.
Andre was aghast...especially when Oliver began to rub the
bread over his moist, shitty cock!"
   "Uncle Oliver!..." Tarquin cried, accusingly.
   "There's plenty, lad. I'll not ruin your pleasure." The
man smeared the bread with his nephew's shit from the dirty
cock, but left an ample amount for what he knew the boy was
complaining about. Andre stood there, wide-eyed, not
imaginging what was taking place. Then in a flash two
things happened at once. Oliver slapped the white and brown
slices of bread together and began to eat his sandwich!
   "Ah, meat and mayonnaise! Perfect for the midnight
hour!" He walked away just as Tarquin dove for the filthy
prick! "Idiosyncrasy, Andre," Oliver shrugged in the
doorway when he saw Andre's disgusted expression of
astonishment. "Boy always cleans a prick he's been fucked
with. That's why he's always dirty. Kid loves licking his
own shit from a cock! Go with it...it can be fun. He'd
probably lick your turd if you'd let him...or make him. He
says he'll never do that...but look at him go! He just
wants to be dominated."
   "Stop that, you filthy little queer!" Andre blurted.
But when his cock came out still with some shit smears on
it, he grabbed Tarquin by the hair and shoved his cock back
in his mouth. "Fuck it, go ahead. Lick that gunk from my
prick. Get it hard again and I'll shove it back up your
shitty arsehole for more!"
   Tarquin knelt there gobbling the chauffeur's cock. His
own had risen again...or never gone down, most likely. Any
time Tarquin tasted his own shit he never failed to have a
throbbing boner.
   "If you finish within the next half hour, nephew, come
up and I'll suck out your ass for you. Bet his sweet cum
mixes in fine. Damn, this is a great sandwich!" He left,
munching away with a smile.


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