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My Construction Dad part 3
Dad is up to something new tonight, though I have no idea what. He is endlessly inventive, full of things he wants to try now that he has a full time pussyboy at his beck and call. The first time he fucked me, he arranged to pop my cherry while my mother talked to me on the phone. After that he made me suck the "cherry juice" off his cock and rim his asshole while he broke up with her. He treats my body like a sextoy put here to be used as he wants. His new nicknames for me are Fuckbitch and Fuckmeat. Sometimes it makes me mad that he treats me this way, but then he snaps his fingers and points at the floor and I remember my place and my purpose. Before I know it I am glorying in giving him pleasure with my mouth or ass. Some nights he falls asleep with my tongue licking softly at his asshole. He says it lulls him to sleep, but I don't believe him. How can I when half the time it inspires him to throw me one last throat or ass fuck for the night?
Usually after he tells me to strip down like this, he cuts right to the chase. By this time he should be banging away at me mercilessly, competing with himself to see how fast he can make me cum or if he can make me beg him to stop and then beg him to keep going. Tonight he is sitting on the couch nude and I am sitting on his lap with his cock full length inside me. Nothing new about that except this time he isn't letting me move. Every time I start to move up and down his shaft he presses me against his muscular, hairy chest and holds me there. He's removed the rubber cups from my nipples and is playing with them now. The suckers have made my nipples large and fleshy, the better for him to grab onto. He squeezes them hard and rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. The pain becomes pleasure somewhere along the way and I want him to ride me hard. He gives them a good twist and moans, "Oh baby, your hole is like a sucking mouth when you grip me like that." He pulls back a finger on each hand and gives each nipple a solid flip. I gasp and clench again. "Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that!" I slide halfway off his pole and sink down, sighing as it sinks into place deep inside me. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "Let's just sit here, baby. Let me rest my meat in your ass."
We sit there without any movement other than his fingers teasing the buds on my chest, making them hard as pebbles. I've finally given in, resting against his chest with his hard rod inside me, feeling his heartbeat against my back. Somewhere below my navel his cockhead pulses in time with it. His rough nipple-play keeps the muscles of my sphincter clenching and relaxing, gripping him tightly and letting go. "Baby, I love your pussy," he says. He reaches under my balls and feels where my ass-lips are stretched thin around him. "Your cunt is so hot and tight." He gathers some lube from the base on his middle finger and works it in next to his cock. "Best piece of ass I've ever had," he says, and gives me a quick thrust.
And then the doorbell rings.
I scramble to get up but Dad holds me in place with a strong arm around my waist. "COME IN," he yells. I fight against him, but he keeps me in place easily. Now that I want to get away he begins to thrust. I hear the front door shut and footsteps approach down the hall. For the first time ever, my cock is soft while he's fucking me. I turn away from the door, embarrassed to be seen like this, naked and sitting on my father's prick as he pumps into me. Heavy footsteps clomp into the room.
"Damn, Vince. I half thought you was kidding about punking your own boy," a deep voice rumbles. "Looks like those cups I told you about are doin' a good job on his titties, though. They look big n' tender from over here. Bet they're fun to play with."
Dad grabs hold of them and waggles them between his fingers. His fucking picks up speed. Against my will I feel myself getting hard. My ass rotates in dad's lap, unconsciously matching his rhythm. Each upward thrust of his is met with a downward push and rotate from me.
"Yeah, baby. Fuck yourself on that big cock," Dad says. "Ride it like a bitch."
"Damn. Hot little pussy on that boy. Likes ridin' that cock don't he?" our visitor says. "Lookit that mouth hangin' open. Fuckin' bitch is in Heat!"
I finally look up. It's Tiny, the foreman at my Dad's construction company. I know the voice well. It sounds like thunder rumbling in the distance, it comes from so deep inside him. In the logic of construction yard nicknames, Tiny is fucking huge. The first time I saw him it was hard to associate him with the rest of humanity. He's got to be close to seven feet tall and built like a Mack truck. Just about the biggest black man I've ever seen, with skin with color of dark chocolate. His hands are like catcher's mitts, attached to arms as thick as my thighs. He looks like he could palm my head and pick me up easily. He sees me looking at him and licks his thick lips. I've always thought he was sexy but didn't want to look at him too long, afraid he would catch me and know what I was thinking. Big and thick, built like a bull, he's still dressed in his dusty work clothes, dark blue-green pants and a matching shirt. One giant hand rubs over his close-cropped graying hair and strays to his crotch. He grabs a bulging handful and shakes it at me.
"I got a cock that'll make your eyes light up and your tongue say howdy, bitch. Think you can take it? Whatta 'bout it? Boss, you think your bitch boy can take a fuck from me? Might make the little bitch cry and beg me to stop. Might be I'd like to fuck him while he begs me to stop." That thought turns him on, because his already large bulge swells visibly.
Dad stands suddenly and for a moment I am suspended in air, held in place only by the cock up my ass and his pinching fingers on my nipples. My feet touch the carpet and Dad says, "Let's show Tiny your parlor trick, bitch. Show Tiny how good you can take a fuck." He pulls all the way out and spanks my hole with his cock. I don't know if Tiny has seen it before, but he's got to be impressed. Dad is hung long and thick. With one thrust he's all the way in and fucking hard. If it weren't for his hands holding my waist I'd be thrown to the floor. He slam-fucks me, cursing at me the whole time.
"How long you been wantin' your Daddy's dick? How long you been wantin' your Daddy to fuck your cunt? That fuckin' ass never gets enough, does it bitch? You think I wasn't payin' attention when you were suckin' on my fingers while I was bangin' your ass? One dick isn't enough is it, slut? You want a cock in each end, don'cha? I brought you a big one, baby. I brought you a cock that'll fill you up. I bet our cocks meet in the middle. You're gonna be like a pig on a fuckin' spit. I'm gonna roast your cunt while Tiny fucks your goddamn throat. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe we'll switch out to keep it interesting. Fuck you and make you suck your ass juice off our cocks." He starts slapping my ass as he fucks. "Am I hittin' your little bitch clit? Makin' your twat feel good? I feel that hole clenching. I know the signs of when that boypussy is getting' happy. You gettin' ready to shoot, cunt? Tell Daddy all about it. Tell Daddy how good your pussy feels. Speak up. Tell Tiny what a fucking whore you are."
His thighs slap into my ass with a hard smack every time he hits home. The noise is like a metronome picking up speed. My voice is raw but I'm calling for more. More cock, more speed, more slaps. I beg for cock in my mouth too. I don't even know what I'm saying. I go out of my head with a big cock up my ass, drunk on getting fucked. Dad starts giving me what he calls "the treatment." With each backstroke he pulls all the way out several inches and slams full-length on the return. I call out, "Fuck my ass. Rape my hole." over and over. In the middle of this assault I start cumming like a geyser, yelling and shooting at the same time. Dad pulls me hard against his groin and holds me there as I ride out the orgasm, both of us panting from the exertion. Finally I stop shooting and dad pushes me off his cock. Weak-kneed, I hit the floor on all fours, barely able to control the muscles in my legs.
"Had enough, bitch? Did I finally wear that pussy out?" he asks.
I crawl over to him and use his legs to help me stand. On my way up I kiss the head of his unsatisfied prick and suck for any pre-cum that might be lurking there. Finally I am upright and on my own two feet. I turn around and stand on my tiptoes. With one motion I impale myself on his cock again and start fucking myself on it, taking it deep and rough under my own steam.
Dad turns to Tiny. "Told you he was a fucking whore. He's the god damn Energizer Bunny of faggots. None of this 'not in the mood' shit like a fuckin' bitch. Wave a cock under his nose and he's hot for it, mouth wide open and ass in the air." The whole time I am posting back and forth on his rigid tool.
With one arm he scoops me up and falls back on the couch, his horn still deep inside me. When I bounce down in his lap I yelp and one last spurt shoots from my cock. I am still hard as a rock. I look up at Tiny and he is watching me, groping himself. A look down tells me one thing. Tiny has a big one. A swollen lump extends down his leg like a banana. No. Bigger than a banana. Much bigger. He has a wet spot on the leg of his pants easily 8 inches from the seam of his crotch and the ridge of his cockhead is visible through the fabric. He approaches and rubs his sandpaper thumb in a circle around my mouth. He speaks, but not to me.
"Impressive little fuckhole he's got there. Took your cock like a champ. Ever manage to wear the little fucker out?"
"Not yet. May have to take a jackhammer to his asshole one day and see how long he can take it. My money might be on the Fuckmeat here in a contest like that."
Tiny plugs my mouth with his long, thick middle finger. I suck on it like a baby with a pacifier. He pushes deep and feels the back of my tongue. "How's his mouth," he asks. "Can he take a hard fuck in his mouth?"
" Like a pro. I should have started this bitch out on cock years ago."
"I'm not talkin' about sissy-kissing and licking, I'm talkin' about deep throat fuckin'. He don't do that all that gagging and shit, does he?"
"Not anymore." Dad laughs. "Oh, when he started out he couldn't do it without choking, but I fucked his throat anyway and he learned quick. Now there ain't nothin' behind that mouth but a nice, slick fucktube. Grabs onto your cock like a velvet glove and won't let go. Bitch has got a clit in his throat just like the one in his ass. Cums without touching himself, nothing but a hard cock in his throat and balls slappin' his chin. You don't even have to stop while he does it. Cums all over himself and still sucking like a ten dollar whore."
Tiny pulls the finger out of my mouth and tilts my head up so I am looking him in the eyes. He towers over me like a skyscraper. "I don't give a fuck whether he cums or not. It's all about MY cock. Hell, he don't even have to like it, as long as he's making my cock feel good. Hell, I'll admit it. I LIKE it when a bitch cries and fights. Don't stop me none, but it makes it more fun. Vince, you got a damn big cock for a white man. You and me about as long, but I bet I'm a little thicker. I can't wait to see if the little faggot can take it."
He reaches up and slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. With it finally undone, Tiny pulls it out it out of his pants and lets it hang open. He's gained some weight over the years but any fat must be hiding in his massive torso, because his protruding belly is bulging with plated muscles. Smooth, nearly hairless, his belly curves above me and gleams in the light. Massive peaked pectorals hover above. I plug his shallow belly button with my tongue and savor the sweat and musk gathered there. He unbuckles his belt, frees the button holding his pants closed, and unzips, exposing an almost comical pair of tiger striped briefs. The piece of meat they strain to keep at bay stretches them to their limit, pulling the elastic band down and away from his skin. I dart my tongue quickly into the gap and lick the salt away.
Backing up a step, Tiny lifts a leg and places a booted foot on my thigh, with Dad still thrusting into me below. "Take my boot off," he rumbles above me. I hasten to comply, then skin the damp sock off and toss them both away. He lifts his other leg and I remove the coverings from that foot as well. He lowers it and, in a quick, well-practiced move, shucks his pants and underwear. I open my mouth to exclaim over his giant cock, but before I can say a word he plugs my mouth with his sweaty underwear and says, "Suck on those a while."
The cloth in my mouth is an aphrodisiac. It covered his sweaty cock, balls, and ass during his strenuous workday and now those smells and flavors fill my head. Moaning, I stare into Tiny's eyes and chew the fabric, saturating it with saliva then drawing out the flavorful brew, savoring it. I nurse on his underwear and the sound of my sucking fills the air. I stare into his eyes and beg silently for him to fuck my mouth.
Goddamn! He is a fucking Pussyboy," he says, giving the words an odd emphasis. "Goddamn."
Tiny pulls his briefs from my mouth slowly, with me suctioning the juice out as he pulls. As soon as they're free, he beats my mouth with the head of his fat tool; tenderizing my lips, he calls it. He's circumcised, so the bloated head is a pink plum at the end of his dark rod and rougher than Dad's. He places the tip in my mouth and his whole cock flares, swelling with blood. A strong masculine odor wafts off it and slick lubricant fills my mouth. I moan and then kiss and suck for more.
He looks at my Dad, who is resting for a moment, watching the interplay between us. I can feel Dad's increasing heartbeat through his cock, still deep inside me.
"Let's put this bitch through his paces and see if he can take us both, "Tiny says. "I want a crack at that ass later, too."
Tiny's cock is rock hard but has a downward curve, as if the constant pressure needed to keep it in his pants has bent it over the years. He sees me notice and addresses me directl. "That's right faggot. Just the right shape to ram down your fuckin' throat. I bet I can make you choke on it. Sometimes a bitch choking on your log can feel mighty nice."
Dad places a hand on the back of my head to steady it, hold it in place. "Rape his fuckin' throat," he tells Tiny. "I bet his pussy will vibrate like crazy when you fuck his face."
Tiny places a single fingertip on top of his truncheon to keep it aimed and thrusts hard, burying half his cock in me in a single stroke. My throat feels like it is tearing, so thick is the invader. I give a muffled squeal of protest but Tiny's only response is, "Gag on it, bitch." Another thrust and he is as deep as he can go. Two inches remain uncovered, but he is so thick at the base there is no way I can stretch open my jaws far enough to surround it. He stares into my eyes and rubs his heavy balls against my chin, enjoying my look of panic. He pulls back and pumps in a few times, watching as my face turns red. His barrel chest swells as he takes several deep breaths, enjoying what I can no longer do with my whole neck packed full of meat.
Finally he withdraws and I gasp in air. Tiny palms the top of my head with his left hand and wiggles my jaw with his right. I'm trying to speak, to beg him to please stop but, between gasping air and the bruising of my vocal cords, I can't form a single word. I try to push him away, but it's like trying to move a horse. He pulls my jaw down and thrusts deep and hard for a long time before pulling out again. Dad is fucking me again and both ends are stretched wide. Something like nirvana breaks over me.
My jaw is stretched and sore and Tiny manipulates it back and forth and forces it open with his hands. "What was it you were trying to say?" he asks. I still can't speak so I stick my tongue out and lick his cock, inviting it back in.
"'Fore I'm done you with you, you're gonna take the whole thing," He says. Eventually, I do.
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Two hours later I'm lying on the dining room floor, looking up through the glass table. Dad and Tiny are laughing and drinking beer, and I can see the bottoms of the bottles resting there. Dad is at the head of the table and Tiny is in the first chair to his right. I, of course, lie at their feet. Each is on his third brew and leaned back in a chair, legs on the tabletop, muscular calves resting, flattened against the surface. A glance to either side confirms what I already know. Their cocks droop bloated and satisfied above balls and assholes still damp with my saliva, spit-shined by my mouth. They share stories and jokes, smug in the pleasure of using a pussyboy like me to their fill, then resting like Kings while I suckle their balls and plumb their holes with my tongue. It is the only thing either man has been penetrated by, but they both agree it is a fine luxury. Buried as deep as I could get in Dad's ass, he would squeeze my straining tongue with his sphincter and moan. A good way to relax after fucking a bitch, he announced.
My nipples sting and the lightest touches cause me to hiss in pain. My hard prick is still throbbing, though I came several times too, untouched. My lips are puffy: both sets of lips. I run my hands over my stretched inflamed asshole and gasp, barely able to touch it.
Tiny notices and cracks, "Looks like we gave the faggot a hot seat!" This sets them off into another round of hilarity.
I belch some of the air they piston-pumped down my gullet and my mouth fills with cum, slopping a little onto my chin. I lick it off.
"Those protein shakes we gave him are backing up too," Dad says and they laugh some more.
Two big men exalting in their rough usage of me, bonding over the exhausted form of the fuckbitch they worked over with their big cocks, egging each other on to new depths of behavior. I lay there, my body sore, my mind racing with memories, and I am happy. God help me, but I feel like I have found my place.
"D'you think he knows what he is?" Tiny asks.
"A faggot? Hell, I think he knew that even before I taught him how a big dick could make his pussy sing!"
"Naw, man! That ain't just a faggot there. That's a Grade-A fucking Pussyboy you got there. Fuckin' MADE to serve men, make their dicks feel good. Can't help but do it, don't know any other way to be. Snap your fingers and he's ready to do whatever it takes to please you."
Dad makes a doubtful noise, so Tiny snaps his fingers. I struggle to my hands and knees, crawl between his legs. He offers me his soft cock so I take it in my mouth and begin to work on it. He curls his fingers in my hair and holds me still. I look up into his eyes and he looks back, calmly. His piss floods my mouth and I drink, thanking him with my eyes. He pushes my head back, so the flow between his cockhead and my mouth is exposed and still I gulp. Beside me I hear Dad exclaim, "Holy fuck!" Tiny lets go of my hair and I cover the spraying hose with my mouth, let him finish, then suck out the dregs. With a glance he directs me between Dad's legs, where I assume the same position.
"Aw fuck, man," Dad says. "Sometimes I'd be sittin' there after he blew me and I, you know, needed to go and I THOUGHT about doin' this, but I thought maybe it was, I don't know, too far."
His bladder lets go and I nurse, drinking it all down. He pushes the stream and I'm gulping to keep up, so I go down further and let him empty down my throat. He pulls out and shakes the last few drops of urine off on my face. I kiss his thigh in thanks.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, man. There ain't no 'too far' for him."
Dad's cock begins to thicken and lengthen. "Fuck, man. You think you could go another round? Watchin' him drink that down made me hot."
Tiny's dick plumps and he starts to stand. "Shit yeah, man. I haven't run into a real live Pussyboy for a LONG time. I can't WAIT to fuck the little punk again."
I smile inwardly, crawl from underneath the table, and wait for them to tell me what they want. Tiny helps me to my feet, and then cups a buttock with one of his big paws. Two large fingers stray over and slip inside the swollen opening. I gasp at the pain of even this minor intrusion. He notices and his thickening prong bounces with excitement.
"Your pussy sore?" He's whispering in my ear, his breath warm and steamy. "Good," he says, "I bet I can make you cry and cum, all at the same time. Let's go see." Using the two fingers stroking inside me as a rudder, he drives me back to the den.