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Jim and the Nasty Dad Part 12
The Messy Finish
My dear Jim
I have a confession to make. I knew your story before you sent it to me because I watched it all transpire on the web show Jermaine was broadcasting. You see I arranged for you to meet Gary the Nasty Dad and his sons in the first place because I just knew you'd make an excellent film star and here you are! Shining on the web where you belong. You fisting Stevie for that key made thousands of perverted cocks explode all around the world so I hope you're proud!
Your video ranks at Number 2 behind the current Number 1 film on the web. "Sick Day", you know the one where the boy asks can he stay home from school as he has a dodgy stomach so his dad brings a doctor round to the house and they open the boy up with their fists to literally drag the tummy bug out of him? It's holding to the number one spot. I think it's the exploding gastric system scene that just puts it above yours, I mean it's not every day you see a boy's guts explode all over his father's face whilst the doctor skull fucks him unconscious is it?
You have a wonderful future ahead of you Jim. As does Tommy next door. You see I finally managed to get him in my bed, him AND his father. Well technically we didn't make it to the bedroom. I invited them round for tea with an added dose of Viagra and by time we got to dessert both of them were boned under the table. Just the right time for me to announce that I'd seen their nocturnal games and knew full well Tommy liked his dad to lick his dirty arse whilst pretending to be asleep. They feigned shock of course but that faded when I slid my hand up the dad's leg and groped him under there and then realised he was already sliding his hand down the back of his son's pants too. Tommy let rip and farted all over his dad's hand. The smell was pretty rank and clearly it was a wet fart as dad took the hand out and fed me some hot yellow anal juice off his fingers.
I took them into the living room where I decided to put on "Boys in the Barn". it always separates the men from the boys.
I told them it was about a farmer who introduces his two sons to the stallions and well before I knew it Tommy had his hard cock out and I was guiding his father's foaming mouth on to it whilst I pulled his jeans down. I got Tommy on the sofa, legs spread while his dad suckled on his hairy meat with his hole in the air. I chowed down on that dad hole which was nice and ripe, the smell of shit wafting up into my nostrils as I tongued him deep to the sound of the film on my TV.
"Fuck!" Tommy cried as he watched the film as his dad sucked his cock. "Is that real?!"
"Oh yes," I grunted as I munched his father out. "Watch the boys trying to drink all that piss."
Tommy shot his load in record time due to the extreme footage he was watching on TV. I heard the stallion whinny as Tommy blew his load in his dad's mouth. But I wasn't done with them.
I got them both on their hands and knees on the sofa side by side. Both hairy arses spread in front of me I delighted in savouring both, scooping bits of shit out of the dad's hole and pushing it up into his son's.
I must say having tasted both of their holes the father tastes that little bit sweeter than his son, but I must admit the son was more fun to fist. That's right, I poppered both of them up and got his dad to hold his hands in a soothing fatherly way as I greased up my arm and opened his lad up. His dad held his hands and soothed him with words of encouragement as I drove my arm into his boy's rectum, punching from within as his shit fell to the floor all around us. Then I scooped it up and fed it to his dad who in turn retched and vomited the whole thing into his son's screaming mouth, muffling his screams with puke.
It's funny how an hour of fisting can render someone pretty much catatonic. Tommy's now a drooling mess, propped up in my living room... and there's a queue down the hall of men in balaclavas who are allowed to do whatever they want to him as the camera rolls. I put a call out amongst our viewers asking for "No limits bastards" and they turned up in their droves. The curtains are closed, the camera is rolling and some very wrong dreams are coming true in that room.
His father accepted the handsome payment and is assured the fee will cover a therapist and a surgeon. And he'll need both. Last time I looked there were three arms in Tommy at the same time, I mean that's going to leave a mark isn't it! They asked for a funnel which was driven into his mouth and four of the men were making themselves sick into it while a fifth guy pissed into the mix too. There's a seven foot black guy with a dick like a baseball bat in there and I have a feeling it'll be going where the sun don't shine pretty soon. I mean after three fists at once I'm pretty sure Tommy has prolapsed all over the floor but the black guy has done a mountain of white powder and has told me he will be going for hours. I'm glad I covered the place in bin liners first.
Jermaine is on his way around with his 'tool box'. I'm not sure what it entails but he says he and his friends are going to have some extra nasty fun with Tommy's dad. I said they could use the back bedroom and he said "As long as it's soundproof and I can plug stuff in" so the mind boggles.
Jermaine told me he'd be wearing his gas mask which always means trouble. Although I have to say he looks fit with just that on and a pair of workie boots. Who knows what tools he'll use on Tommy's dad?
I'm not sure if Gary is coming with him, last time I checked he was still pummeling Stevie on that webcam! He's been there for 12 hours, where does he get the energy from? I mean surely that hole is just pulp now!
His other son Ryan is currently on a plane to Germany where he'll meet up with The Director who I hear has extra special plans for him. His studio in that converted abbatoir is the stuff of myth these days but apparently still in operation. Ryan will go down well, they like a scally boy over there. I'll never forget that time I walked in on them re-plumbing a working toilet so the waste pipe went directly down a scally boy's throat and then they brought in a rugby team who they'd fed laxatives. All those big arses let their rancid chunder out straight down into the lad's stomach which looked pregnant by the end of the session. Then when they were done they got him on all fours and started laying into his stomach so he projectile vomited all over his younger brother, tied up in a corner with a 'target' mark on his face. I had the pleasure of cleaning that boy up afterwards. He was just a flopping vomiting mess bless him. I imagine Ryan will end up the same. Who knows about his brother Stevie - if he'll ever get off that bench! Maybe they'll drag you back over there for the sequel. You should finish what you started, it's only fair.
Whatever happens, Jim, you're going to be a star!
I think it's going to be legendary!
Regards
Clive
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