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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