Jim and the Nasty Dad Part 6
(Light raunch)
Dear Jim
I must confess I've spent hours re-reading your account and masturbating profusely. I can't believe just how nasty things got so quickly with Gary and Ryan. I think we definitely have potential film star material with that man, not to mention his prison friend who I'm sure has a lot more nasty tricks up his sleeve given where he comes from. Speaking of which I've sent you the Santa/Satan video. It involves a father taking his three sons to a very different kind of Santa's grotto and put it this way - it's not just the gifts that get opened. Santa's elves must have been very busy with the clean up after that little session. The naughty or nice list gets put to good use I tell you, it's amazing what Santa can do with his workshop tools. I played it with the volume up so the boy next door got to listen and one part in particular involving the three sons and the reindeer resulted in a lot of loud screaming so I cranked up the volume and very clearly heard movement against the wall. I daresay my neighbour Tommy had his ear against the brick. Oh yes. I know his name now. I know more than that too!
I played a very naughty trick the other night. Well it was Friday and I'd had one or two or three or four gin and tonics too many and I noticed his parents heading out for the night. So I gave it half an hour and I took myself over and knocked on the front door. Tommy answered in his sweats, a pair of overpriced headphones around his neck and a vest top on - surprisingly hairy tits I noticed. I told him it was a tad embarrassing however I was having issues with my lavatory and wondered if I could use theirs... Tommy seemed to blush which I found both sweet and odd. He's a nervous unusual boy and I think blushing probably comes easily to him but since when did you ever hear of a teenager blushing at the thought of someone using their toilet? Anyway he mumbled that it was fine and I should go upstairs and take the first right.
I took myself off into the depth of their "LIVE LAUGH LOVE" emblazoned beige hell and found myself in a very plush modern bathroom, spotlessly clean. But my eyes fell straight on the dirty laundry hamper where a pair of Calvins were stuck out the side. You know how these things tempt me so. I was sure they were Tommy's. The father strikes me as a strictly cotton check boxer type of man. So closing the door behind me I descended on my prize, feverish as I pulled them out to find them still warm. He must have just taken them off. And then bingo! Moisture. Actual cum stains. I'd just narrowly missed Tommy's teenage tug! As gutted as I was that I hadn't called round ten minutes earlier to find his cock throbbing on the edge of euphoria, I couldn't pass up this opportunity, and held the wet grey pouch to my nose. The sweet tang of his new juices mixed with the scent of his sweaty genitalia gave me an instantaneous boner. I took it out and slid the cummy pants into my mouth to savour his sweet nectar as I began to stroke myself into ecstasy. I imagined the murmurs of pleasure that must have passed his lips as he blew this load, thin and watery but no less delicious. And as I quickened the pace of my palm I turned the pants around for the main course. Reliable as any teenage lad - there was a brown stripe. Tommy didn't wipe properly. Joy! I held it to my nose and the sweet vinegary tinge of shit sent me into my home stretch as my slick cock slopped in my hand. I brought the shitty pants down and oozed what was left of my ball gunk on to it. Having spent the day enjoying the Santa video I thought I'd be empty but alas there was more juice to be had. I covered the shit and rubbed my bell end along it before placing the pants back. But then I had a naughty idea.
I placed them gently on the back of the toilet to show him I'd seen them and enjoyed them and added my own load. Then I flushed and turned to go leaving my boner protruding in my own sweats. As I came downstairs he was waiting there. I slowed down a few steps above him so my boner was clearly visible.
I thanked him and told him I'd got just what I needed and he blushed again, looking the other way. I told him if he ever needed me to return the favour he was only to ask. And then I left, my heart pounding with excitement. I was almost as giddy as a teenager myself. I do hope he comes calling sooner rather than later. You'll have to pop round next time I see his folks going out. Would be wonderful if he called in and we were both waiting for him. I'd love to know the things you'd like to do to him with me!
Once you've watched the Santa video I'm sure you'll be bursting with ideas.
Clive
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