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Family Life in a Slum - chapter 1
Naples, 1905. Enrico was turning fourteen. Skinny, blond haired, with deep blue eyes and well defined body, he was a very untypical kid from South Italy. Born and grown in a poor neighbourhood of Naples, he was quite different from the other kids around the block. He stood out not only for his angelic look. His silent and shy character, his natural talent for classical dance and creative skills, such as painting and singing, made him a special kid, so much beloved by his mother as mocked by his rude and bullish school and block mates. He didn't play male sports as good as they expected, he couldn't box or physically compete against them but with his mind and creativity. They tended to feel a natural mistrust facing him.
He hadn't had any father figures, who could influence and teach him how to develop his masculine skills. His father was thrown into jail after having taken part in a robbery when he was just one year old. Therefore, he grew up with his old grandma and his mother, who strove and did their best to give him an education and cultivate him. They wished he could one day become an healthy man, far from that degraded slum.
As a matter of fact, such an education made him very soon an appreciated and talented student, enabling him also to become a scholarship for a special dance class. Unfortunately, his attempts to strive for a brighter future, let him pay in his youth a very high price, making him mocked and lonely. Sometimes he would have preferred to be one of the young-gangs leaders, those black haired, slightly dark skinned rude boys, who spend their days threatening the neighbourhood with violence and robberies. He hated that aggressive young crew ruling the urban jungle where he had to live. But somehow, in his deepest thoughts, I also envied that arrogant and shameless way of living. It seemed to remind him of his absent father, of an non-experienced masculine nature. He was secretly in awe of that alien way of doing, far from his attitudes.
He was also in the middle of his sexual awakening. He enjoyed jerking off in his little room, dreaming of male bodies, muscular and hairy grown men, as he fantasized his own father would be. He had asked his mother and grandma many times about him, but they tended to avoid his questions. They considered Salvo, his father, as a terrible mistake in their lives, a bad encounter to forget. They were happy he was locked in a cell for the rest of his life, they hoped.
Enrico had no pictures of him. So he could fly free and high with his creative mind, imagining him strong, powerful, muscled and rude, exactly as the guys in the block. And he couldn't avoid to fantasize a sexual implication with his father, as a secret object of desire, mixed with the growing lust he felt for his bullish mates. When those rude guys mocked him, sometimes bat him out of school, calling him "fag", "girl-boy", cunt, he felt both humiliated and aroused. Something sexual was making him so sensitive in front of those guys, especially the older ones. And he had sometimes the impression to provoke them. They yelled at him violently, insulted him, but couldn't keep their eyes off him. Some of them really wanted him sexually, considering him a sort of girl, a beautiful blond and angelic girl. He felt it. During one of their assaults after school, he had felt one of the older guys pressing him body against him from behind his sholuders.
He kept violently shouting "You fucking fag, suck my dick!" Enrico could felt the guys hard crotch pressing against his ass. As a sign of scorn the guy also licked Enrico's ear and then spat at him. That was sex. He could swear it.
He could also see that even the older men in the block gave him strange looks sometimes. The more he grew up gentle and well defined, the more they looked at his round ass with lust, squeezing their crotches unseen by their wives or girlfriends. He was slowly becoming an object of desire between the male community in his neighbourhood.
Despite it, he kept being the good mama-boy, the talented student that could never disappoint his attentive family. So he carried on with his lonely way, between dance classes (he was the only guy) and books.
This quiet existence would have probably gone on forever if a sudden twist would change all programmes for him and his family.
His father was back from jail. He had paid his price to justice and he was free. He had successfully found the current address of his wife . They never divorced. Such a low was unconceivable in the Early Twentieth Century in Italy. He was strongly determined to gain back what he considered his right place, in his family, with a devoted and submissive wife and a kid who would work and get money for him. Surely he would have not looked for any job. Jail was hard enough. He had to be served and awed.
The men in the block helped him without hesitation. He had always been violent and vindictive. He could have only worsened in prison. Besides it, they found his wife, actually a single in the last years, as a strange contradiction to the codes and costumes they believed in. She had to have a man. She had always avoided their looks and was a bit to snob and haughty for their taste. They never molested her fearing any violent reaction from her husband in jail. He could easily be informed and instruct a killer to punish such an insult. But now he was finally back. So the anomaly was solved. She had to have her husband back, regardless of her will.
So, one day Salvo appeared in the dirt inner courtyard of their typical Naples crumbling block of flats. Everyone waved him and welcomed him back with respect and fear. His wife heard this strange chorus of warm greetings in Naples dialect and instinctively came to her balcony, suspiciously feeling that a bad news was knocking on her door. Her heart began to race, her breath stopped for a few seconds. He stand there, with his aggressive and arrogant smirk, the one she could never forget.
When they met for the first time many years before, she was just a young and poor student in the block, with the naïve aspiration to become a classical dancer. Her brutal father had always considered her only daughter as a disgrace. He wanted a son, a young male to grow and train as a mechanic as he was. So, he just wanted to get free of her, giving her spouse to some man as soon as he could. Salvo was the local young boss, everybody knew him and everybody awed him. He had chosen her. His father could only be happy for such a choice. They arranged the marriage against the will of the girl and her caring mother. But if women still had few civil rights all-over the Country at that time, no right was ever reserved to them in such degraded slums. They used to live under the rules of their men. So Enrico's mother was no exception. When her father died, few days after her marriage with Salvo, her life was definitively destroyed. No more dreams of a better life. She could enjoy a short-term dream during his husband's conviction. Few years of peace and relative freedom.
Now he was back.
While she was blond and skinny as her own son, Salvo was a bulk man, muscled and powerful, with a slightly dark skin, as if he was constantly tanned. He was 5,85 feet tall, had imposing large shoulders, defined biceps and impressively big hands. His thighs and calves were stocky and his feets were huge. He was the "Strength" itself. His body was covered of thick dark hair, fro tip to toe. His dark face, always grinning, was partly covered by a dark beard a thick moustaches, and partly by a hut, which hid his intense black eyes. He gave off male scent from every pore of his massive muscled hairy body. During his conviction he had also become a professional boxer. He started boxing against his cellmates. Due to his impressively strength and resistance, the prison guards began gambling during his matches. He became object of a flourishing business. Therefore, he had even gained more strength and further defined his already prominent muscled. He was a sort of Male God. He was exactly what his son had long dreamed of.
Their family life changed forever. Enrico's grandma had a heart attack few days after Salvo's comeback. She had always hoped that would never happen.. She guessed very well the disaster they were all facing. It was too much for her. Enrico's mother became submissive and constantly threatened as she used to be in the early marriage years.
Enrico was shocked. He had always dreamed of his father's comeback. But he would have never expected it would be like dad. From the very first moment his father saw him, the man threw a look of scorn and mistrust against his own offspring. In less than a second Enrico knew that his father reserved him the same aggressive, arrogant and scornful looks he had always received by the men in the neighbourhood. Salvo hated him. Enrico felt it, from the very right moment.
But, with the same certainty, he was totally sure that that look hid the same ambiguity and sexual lust he had clearly detected by the men and guys on the streets. Enrico was physically not as strong as other kids on the block, but he was smart and very intuitive. That was his only strength. And that strength enabled him to understand in a rush of seconds what was running in his father's head. And his intuition was confirmed by the furtive look he gave to his father's crotch. Something was pulsing down there, something menacingly big, outrageously big, under the faded texture of that old trousers.
They didn't speak each other. His father ignored him. The first days he just took his wife hostage in their bedroom. He fucked her like an animal, grunting, panting, gasping like a furious animal. He had no shame or scruple to loudly and violently abuse her wife for hours and hours day and night. He couldn't care less of the presence of Enrico and his grandma in the next rooms. Nor was matter for him the morbid attention of the neighbours, spying, grinning and chatting from their balconies. He had that urge to be satisfied. He needed a cunt, and needed it bad. So, I just took it an object of his own property, there to fulfil his lust.
Enrico listened the constant abuse. He had no choice. It was all to loud and evident to be ignored. He felt helpless, he hated that man for such a fury and violence against his beloved mother. But he was also terribly aroused. He hated himself for that. But he couldn't avoid it. He was constantly rock hard, dreaming of being able to exchange place with his mother and to be an object of lust for his own father. He would have killed himself for such a perverse though. He should have had compassion for his poor mother. And somewhere in his heart he felt it very strong. But he felt also envy for that huge privilege. He would have paid to be there, under that massive hairy muscled sweating bulk of a man that was his father, abused and used like a worthless slut. Yes, he had been dreaming so long of it. And it was happening, but to the wrong person, his mother. That bitch! Enrico jerked off furiously, with his years attached to the wall between his room and his parent's bedroom. He came and jerked off again. It was too much. It was as if an erotic dream almost comes true. Gallons of sperm were produced in those days, from the father and from the son next room.
Only the death of his grandma interrupted such a mess.
Enrico's grandma died during one of those loud and restless performances. She was trying in vain to cover her ears with her trebling hands, in tears. She couldn't stand anymore to witness helplessly the ever growing humiliation and suffer inflicted to her own daughter. After a while she fell from her chair in the kitchen and died in despair. Enrico stopped jerking off and run into the kitchen to see what happen. His grandma's dead body lied in the middle of the kitchen's table. With tears in his eyes, he knelt down to touch her cold face. He was shocked. She was gone.
He had to knock repeatedly on her parents door before getting any attention. When his father finally came out was full of rage in his eyes for such a unrespectful interruption. He came out with a ratty rope, badly fastened with a cord belt. Enrico, even shocked by the finding of his grandma lifeless body on the floor, couldn't stop to stare at that unfastening belt. His father's hairy chest was totally exposed, as well as his hairy calves and feets. If the belt unfastened completely, Enrico could see him father naked. Such thoughs were running in his head. How can I be so irreverent and insensible, he said to himself. Meanwhile, Salvo was ready to punch his damned son for that unforgivable interruption. But then he saw the old grandma lying on the floor, totally pale and with open staring eyes. His rage was over. He had to have under such a concentration of animal fury a kind of residual reserve of pity and human compassion. So he made the catholic sign of the cross and leaned forward with one of his knees, and sitting on the other one, in order to close the old lady's eyes. Even criminals have heart and compassion, though Enrico, which couldn't avoid to look trough the opening rope. With that position, his father was exposing his furry right thigh. Salvo moved a little bit more forward. Enrico was stunned. At the end of his father's thigh he could detect the beginning of the thick bush of pubic hairs. He was suddenly rock-hard and couldn't believe his eyes. Another little movement and his father would have revealed his huge pending cock and his giant hairy balls. He couldn't wait. Unfortunately his mother came in the kitchen. She was pale, almost the same as her dead mother on the floor. She had strong bags under her eyes and distant look. After days of constant abuse she seemed to be there anymore. When she realized what was going on, she came back to herself and screamed so loud that all neighbours came out on their balconies. My father stood up and embraced her. Enrico's dream vanished away.
The funeral was arranged very quickly and all the community in the block helped and gave financial contribution. For several days they also brought prepared meals for the family in mourning and gave as much care and attention they could.After two weeks, life was turning to the previous routine. After hours and hours of fucking with his mother, Enrico's father ignored him. No word was said. Until the day in which Salvo stopped his son on the door. It was early in the morning, and the kid was ready for going to school. "You little bastard. Do you think we have money enough to let you waste your time with school ? No way! Now is time for you to start working as a man".
Enrico wanted to die. Obviously his mother had no influence at all. She had become more and more absent every day, resigned to her role as a cunt, a fuck-hole for his constantly horny man. Enrico had no choice. Everything had already been prepared for him. The dance classes and the school were suddenly replaced by an hard job. The men of the block had found him a job. He had to wake up in the night and go to the central fish market. Large boxes of fish had to be delivered and selected and sold for the wholesale. It was a nightmare. He cried night and day. But he find no compassion at all. He was now considered a man. No one could protect him anymore, nor his mother, neither his grandma, buried in the local cemetery. After three month of his new life, he had lost his hope. His eyes resembled the one of his own mother, distant and absent. He was an object for his father's needs, financial needs. He loosed every day a bit of his self-esteem.
But another twist had to come. His mother got pregnant. She was often ill. Salvo couldn't abuse her as much as he liked. She was every day weaker. He became even more aggressive and nervous for that. One night she started crying and screaming for a growing pain in her stomach. They had to bring her to the hospital. She had lost his baby. The doctors reported she had inner damages, clearly a consequence of a constant abuse. She had to spend a long time in the sanatorium, otherwise she would die.
Salvo felt lost. He didn't seem to feel any guilt at all, but he was mad at the whole situation. He was sure that some bad spirits worked against his life. Am invisible enemy was fighting him. He couldn't see his own responsibility on that. Life sucked. That's all.
The neighbourhood helped again. But they couldn't last their support endlessly. Someone had to care for the housekeep, cook meals, wash and buy food. Enrico was going to face another change. The men of the block - always they -- had convinced Salvo to keep Enrico at home for the housekeep services. He was anyway too weak for a man's job. They considered him fit for that hard work. They kept looking at him as a girl-boy, so different from the other kids in the block. He would probably take hos mother's place. He could earn money in another way. At the basement of the block the women use to bring to cloths to wash. He could wash them for the whole neighbourhood. Salvo agreed. He had the impression his kid was a jock of nature, too feminine and weak to be a man, to girlish and skinny. Why not? The men had also others plans. But that was not to be spoken. It would come later, when the kid was alone in the basement at night.
Salvo needed sex. For days he kept drinking, boxing for sport in the inner courtyard and visiting all the whores available in the street. But one day a perverse idea took his mind. He had combed many streets looking for a whore. But due to a recent police patrol nothing was available.
He went back home and found Enrico preparing the meal. He was actually a very attractive teenager. He was about to become fifteen. So slim, well defined, blond haired. The dance classes had made him so elegant in his moves. And he a had a wonderful round ass. Salvo couldn't know the was actually sharing the same impression that had all men in the block toward his son.
Enrico was cutting some vegetables, exactly as his mother would do. He was like his mother. With little differences he could be considered as feminine as his mother. He was in the bargain much younger and cuter.
Salvo had drunk a lot that day and was already cockeyed. He went to his bedroom to undress. Then the perverse idea took even more space. He yelled at his son "You little bastard! Come over here!" . Enrico was surprised. He had never entered his parents bedroom when his father was there. Salvo had always let him understand that he had to keep his bottom far from him. His father's scorn and refusal toward him had always been evident. "You bastard! I said to come in! I need help! Now!"
Enrico told himself that his father was too drunk. It was dangerous to contradict him. So he doubtful went to the bedroom and saw his father sitting at the edge of the bed with a strange smirk on his bearded face. "How can I help you Dad?"
His father indicated with his callous and hairy right hand his boots. "Help me to undress. I am too drunk and tired to do it". Enrico was stunned. He would never expected that his father would ask such a thing to him. From that very right moment Enrico forgot all the pains and humiliations he had suffered in the last year. Within second he felt his body electrified by the same erotic impulse he had felt at the first encounter with his own father. He couldn't wait to absolve the orders.
He approached his father, kneeled down and, with a pure sense of devotion for such a pure concentration of masculinity, I leaned his hands towards his father's boots. Salvo smelled of alcohol, manly scent and sweat. Enrico touched the right boot with his fingers. A vibration run through his whole body. How could it be possible ? He was really undressing his father. He couldn't be quick on his moves. He was transfixed by the scents, by the view and by the whole situation. Enrico was actually tasting every single moment of it. "So? Remove it! " "Sure Dad". He would have done anything for his father now. He was a total servant for him.
He started pressing his fingers against the right boot, with both hands, as if he was embracing a treasure. Then he proceeded to slip it off. Slowly the woollen sock of his father was revealed and a strong musky smell invaded the room. Enrico was in heaven. "Now the other one!" ordered his father, slightly shaking the other leg in front of his son. Enrico started removing the second one, this time taking more confidence and leaning forward, in order to press his stomach against the under-sole of the left boot. It was so exciting! Once removed, also the second boot feel on the floor. If he could, Enrico would have leaked them. He surely couldn't. So rose his yes towards his father face waiting for new orders to come. He had not wait long. "What are you waiting for. The socks!!" Wow, that was a reward. He had dreamed so long to be near his father's feet, to smell them. And now he had this unexpected privilege. He started with the right foot, as if he had to follow a religious ritual. He put his fingers on Salvo's hairy calves and pulled the texture slowly down. More and more hairy were revealed, until he reached the base of the ankle. That was a dream. It had to be a dream. He stopped and then removed the rest of the sock from his father's foot. It was huge, with hairs on the upper part. His skin was dark and the musky smell was intense. He would have loved to kiss them. It was too much. Before being told again what to do he went to the other leg. Once both feet were free, his father opened slowly his legs, revealing a monster bulge and pulsing bulge between them. After months of self-denial and lack of self-esteem Enrico regained at once his self-consciousness. He was sure his father was enjoying it. There was a sexual tension between them. He felt it. He could perceive that a play of seduction was being performed. But he had to play dumb, making as if he didn't know. His father had to lead the whole way. And he had to act submissive and naïve.
Salvo, who was totally horny, started removing by himself his jacket. He threw it behing him on the bedcovers. "My belt". Enrico was now totally hard. He was inside his dirtiest dreams. But it was true. He put his delicate fingers on the metal lock of his father's leatherbelt, working on it until it was open. By doing it, his fingers accidentally caressed the ever growing pulsing bulge. Electricy flew in his veins. I am finding my personal heaven, Enrico said to himself. Meanwhile Salvo had unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing a ratty old-style cotton t-shirt under it. His hairy chest was easily visible through it. Enrico unfastened the belt and pulled it away from the trousers. He then put it delicately besides his father on the bed-edge, like a golden trophy. His father took his with shirt off completely off and started removing his t-shirt. A thick carpet of dark hair was suddenly revealed to the dreamful eyes of Enrico. Smell of manly sweat invaded his nostrils. His father's chest was huge and totally muscled. Enrico wanted instinctively suck om his father's turgid nipples. But it was too much. He had to follow orders taking any initiative. He was the woman now, his father's submissive woman.
His father stood up, towering him like a fully hairy God. "The trousers!" That order was a delight to ears. He couldn't wait, putting is trembling fingers on the button. He was so damn excited he had to work a bit to unbutton it. Then it happenen. Enrico saw his fathers trousers fall down. And two marvellous hairy muscled legs came to view at once. The bulge was now literally exploding, pulsing as if an huge snake was struggling to find an exit. Enrico waited for the best order to come, but was immediately disappointed. His father moved away, reaching for the door. Why now ? Enrico was confused and speechless. But Salvo made him sign to follow him. His father went to the narrow bathroom and stopped in front of the old white bowl they used as a WC. "Help me! I need to piss". Enrico was in heaven again. His father was more perverse and creative than he had though. He was torturing him with a long devastating wait to the apex point.
"Remove my pants and hold my cock!! I am too drunk for doing it myself!!" Holding his cock ? His own father's cock? He was at full excitement. He could die for the uncontrolled joy. He took the waistband with his ever trembling fingers and, with a slow adoring motion, he proceeded to pull the down. At the beginning a forest of thick dark hair came into view. Then, slowly, very slowly, the huge head of the monster beast started pocking from the waistband. It was an enormous brown-skinned knob, as big as a billiard ball, with a slightly opened piss slit at the top of it. Enrico was shaking as a frightened child. It was too much. Too much pleasure at once. His trembling fingers went on pulling the waistband down. The beast revealed unbelievable dimensions. It seemed as if one of those giant ship-rods -- that he had seen on the lying on the banks of the central port -- was attached at his father's crotch. It was tremendously thick and covered of pulsating veins. It had to had a diameter of at least 9 inches, like a big telescope. Once the pants fell completely down the monster fuckpole was in front of Enrico's eyes, half-hard. A giant rod of at least 12 inches. How could a man have such an elephant trunk attached under his stomach. It was now clear why his mother had internal wound. That was no human organ. It was a letal weapon. It was still not completely hard. "Hold it and aim the piss onto the bowl!! I can't do it".
Enrico took a deep breath a slowly approached his right hand to grab the menacing pulsating snake between his trembling fingers. He could already cum in his pants without touching himself. So, it was the heavenly step. He was going to touch it. His fingers reached it with respect and total awe, as if in front a mythological divinity. It felt warm, intensively warm. The more his fingers embraced his father's monster cock, the more it grew and hardened. Enrico counted a length of circa 13 inches now and the thickness of a bottle of wine. He could hardly embrace it with his delicate white hand, so alien around that dark torch. He followed the order and pointed the snake, which was still not at full mast, to the bowl. A powerful stream of hot piss started to full the bowl. It was so strong and so much, probably as a consequence of gallons of wine in his fathers stomach, that the piss quantity bubbled over he bowl, starting to drop all over the floor, wetting Enrico's nude knees, `cause he was wearing short trousers. It was a show beyond imagination for him. Never had he though to witness such a glorious manly performance. The piss didn't stop. The bowl looked ridiculously small, un-proper to such a bulk of man and his animal urges. Piss was all over the floor. The stream went on. At that point his father did the unbelievable. He slightly turned himself, causing the wet hot smellu stream to hit Enrico's face. "Open your much, little whore!!!"
There he was. This had to be the initiating ritual. He was now definitively undressing his role of a natural son to become a slut, his father's personal slut. Enrico opened his lips. The stream hit at first his tongue. It was salty and hot. It went on, engulfing his willing mouth and finding the way to his throat. He starting instinctively to swallow it down. It was a gold present, an honour and a joy to be fulfilled by his father hot piss. He didn't want to loose a single drop it. But his father had other plans. When the stream was becoming to reduce his intensity, Salvo took his monster rod in his hand and began pointing it all-over his son shaking body, making him all wet with it. It was a complete mess at the and. The bowl was still dropping piss, Enrico's kneeling figure was dropping piss and the whole bathroom floor was a smelly golden lake. Salvo, still towering him with his furry muscled body, kicked his son down to the floor, in the middle of the lake. Enrico's back made a gross sound splashing down on it.
His father's cock was now at total mast: 14 inches, an outrageously giant rod thick as a python, full of veins and rounded by a forest of dark hairs, with two gigantic balls pending down under it, as bis as two enormous pears. Enrico was frightened and totally possessed by uncontrolled lust. His father could dare whatever he wanted. He felt like an object, a human instrument born to give pleasure to this giant bear. His father put his big right foot on his son's face, pressing it and making even more mess with the piss over it. "Lick it, slutty girl-boy!" Enrico couldn't wait. He put his tongue out of his lip and began savouring that sweaty piss covered giant foot, licking every part of it. It was heaven. Then his father began forcing his thick big toe in his son's willing mouth. Enrico sucked it as if it was a life-source. Salvo monster python was popping up and down, `cuase he was really enjoying that treatment on his foot. Women were always so shy and limited. They never let him play as he like. His natural son was revealing himself as the best whore ever encountered. He could now experiment everything he fantasized of. And his growing lust was like an exploding dig. Since he used to be a kid, Salvo had always been a sex-driven animal. He was never satisfied and couldn't control his abnormal urges. He never found a rest. With that non-human beast between his leg he rarely found a woman ready to pleasure him fully. Now he was facing the biggest slut ever, the sex machine he had always dreamed of and never found: his own son, that cunt-boy that he had generated fifteen year before.
After having sucked the big toe, Enrico had to cope with other two foot fingers, the four, then all of them at once. It was painful. His lips were completely stretched to accommodate all his father's fat foot finger. Salvo further forced his foot down, face fucking his son's wide-stretched hot mouth with his foot. Enrico couldn't breathe and was starting to chocke, to desperately gag. His face was now red for the effort. He fought in vain to breathe. I though he would die. Salvo didn't care, enjoying every second of it. Enrico started feeling a vomit instinct. His body was shaking, trembling in the middle of the piss lake. It was too much. Fortunately his father stopped abousing his mouth. He wanted to explore other fantasies. So he put his foot back on the floor and began leaning down, sitting with his hairy ass on his son's face. "Lick my ass, girly boy. Lick it deep inside". It was another new wave of pleasure for Enrico. He stuck his tongue out and began working within that thick amount of smelly hair, until he reached his father's asshole. It was a unbelievable sensation. Salty and bitter, an unprecedented taste to him. I stretched his mouth as out as he could, trying to dive with it deep in his father hot and sweaty ass. He was again fighting for air. He could faint for the lack of air. But I cared. I could die there, full of joy and excitement. That man was the personification of pure male sexuality. How could his mother have hated him. Such a Male God had to be worshipped and awed every second. That hairy muscled body was a source of infinite lust.
After about ten minutes of intense asslicking by his son's mouth, Salvo was now ready to feed him with that abnormal torch he had attached under his hairy belly. No woman had ever succeeded to take it all down her throat. Let's see what happen with his slut son, his girly-boy, his cunt. Salvo put his hands on the wet floor and leaned his hairy legs down along the sides of his son. Enrico had now that terrific python in front of him, pending down hard has a steel rod. Salvo wanted to face-fuck his son using him as a cunt, violating his throat as deep as he could.
"Open up, whore. I want to impale your throat now!!" Enrico wanted to die. It was too big. He would have never succeeded to take even the half of it, due to the tremendous thickness and the unbelievable abnormal length. But his father was topping him. He was back on the floor and the giant knob was already touching his lips. He had no choice. He would probably die engulfed with that python down in his esophagus. But so it was. He then accepted his fate and opened his mouth to let the huge knob come inside it.
Within seconds his father's knob was already invading his whole mouth. He though it would probably be enough, because his father started moaning. But it was just the beginning. His tongue massaged his father's knob, playing with the piss slit and sucking the whole knob like a tasteful fruit. Salvo was enjoying it and let his son work on it for few minutes, letting him savour his salty taste. Then he began push further. He wanted to engulf his son with more cock. His giant knob slowly made his way to his back of his son's mouth. Enrico started to have less and less chances to breath. His gagging reflex grew every second. Salvo started forcing his know to the opening of his son's throat. There he was "Now we really begin to play, son!" So he started thrusting his know down his son's mouth. Enrico couldn't breath anymore. Only four inches of his father's giant cock was buried in his mouth and he was already gagging and chocking on it.
Salvo couldn't careless. He was really having fum. He went on and on, pushing his knob down his son's throat. A gurgling sound made perfectly clear that Enrico was chocking on it. At that point Salvo trusted even more. Enrico felt as if an intere arm with a punch at the top of it was trying to get inside his esophagus. He was drooling on it. He felt he could die. Salvo pushed harder and harder, causing other gurgling sounds on his south digestive apparatus. Now six inches of his cock were buried in his son's mouth. He forced his python futher deep, perceiving that his son's throat was beginning to give in. Enrico was almost fainting. That torch was so thick and long that no human being could really accommodate it in his mouth. Enrico probably fainted, `cause another gurgling sound, louder than the previous ones, echoed in the bathroom and intense drool rivers were straining at the corners of the boy maximum wide stretched mouth. Eight inches of his father cock were had now disappeared onto his mouth and throat. But the knob was so invasive and rentlessless that kept digging down. Enrico's tonsils were totally pressed and stretched under the unbelievable pressure of such an alien invasion. The whole oral cavity was engulfed of cock. Ten inches of it were now buried inside Enrico's mouth, down to the esophagus. The bulge of the abnormal cock was poking from Enrico's neck. Salvo was totally enjoying every second of that expedition down in his son's tight throat. It seemed to be made to give him pleasure. He wouldn't have stopped for any reason. It was so intense and breathtaking, that he would have kept that doing it for ever. No woman had ever swallowed so much of his giant cock. So he went on, regardless on the constant shaking and fighting of his fainting son. He forced his thick knob deeper dow with another thrust, impaling his son with his cock. 12 inches. That mas probably the maximum, he though, because it was really hard to push further down. His son's mouth was already totally wide stretched, his knob was poking from his neck and all the available space was now conquered. But pleasure was so intense that he couldn't control himself, making another violent trust.
Now Enrico's nose was buried in his father's dark, sweaty and thick crotch hairs, his jaws and facial muscles were painfully stretching to unnatural positions and his whole esophagus was holding his father's monster veined steel-rod.
Enrico was not fainting anymore. That invasion was so extreme and powerful that his body, in order to survive, had accommodated the alien presence, accepting it and modelling its cavities around the monster shape. At that point Salvo was insane, exploding of excitement and animal lust. He had to impale and furiously and merciless fuck that thigh throat. So he began to pop his python up and down, pushing harder and harder. Enrico had learned to breath with his nose and succeeded to do it, whenever it was not buried in his father's crotch hairs. His throat had widened so much that he could easily accept the invading thrusts. His jaws had began to become elastic. The initial pain was leaving place to the pleasure. His father was violently face-fucking him with the biggest cock he could have ever imagined to see in his life. He felt proud to give him so much pleasure. So he really gave in, letting his father stretch and push him like a doll.
His father perceived this final surrender and started really jumping and pushing like a possessed beast, making his son's head slam against the piss covered floor and grunting like a raged animal. His son's mouth was the best cunt ever encountered. He was fucking it with the same fury he had fucked for hours his wife's tight pussy. Salvo losing his control, driving insane, shouting obscenities that aroused the curiosity of the whole neighbourhood. Most of the men understood what was going on, because they knew that at that time the only one present in that flat were Salvo and his girlish son, that beautiful sensual teen with a sensual feminine silhouette and a hot round ass. Most of them got a big uncontrolled hard-on, imagining that bulk of a man violating his fag son. They were dreaming of abusing him as soon as possible, one of the next nights, when the poor boy would go down the basement to wash the clothes. They would have fucked him in every possible position, undisturbed and far from the watchful looks of their wives.
Salvo fucked his son's face for about half an hour, making him lose his consciousness. At a certain point, Enrico was just letting himself being mechanically impaled by that huge steel-rod, forgetting who he was and who was the man that was using him. He was flying in a sexual dimension, exploring a deep intense and uncontrolled pleasure, the same pleasure that was possessing his father entire body. After more than half an hour Salvo couldn't resist anymore. He was literally exploding. He gave his last, violent thrust and grunted so loud that he was to be heard over the courtyard, down the street. A huge amount of sperm invaded his son's esophagus and throat. He then pushed again. Another blast of cum. The third one came as he had already taken his python out of his son's mouth, covering Enrico'e entire face of thick hot cum.
Salvo stood up and spat at his son, who couldn't move and kept lying on the wet floor like hypnotized. Salvo stretched his arms, revealing his hairy and sweaty pits, moaning like a tired and satisfied lion after a good meal. He then pointed his giant thong at his son's lying body and watered him with another powerful stream of hot piss.
"I need a rest, whore. But later we work on that virgin round ass, slut-boy!". Naked, sweaty and tired, his father went to sleep.
Enrico lied in the middle of the bathroom, unable to move, covered of piss, cum, saliva and sweat of his father. His new life had began.
to be continued