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My Construction Dad part 6
Tyson's Dad pt. 2
Ty cleans Tiny's pants thoroughly on the way home from the porno store, leaving his pants leg wet with spit but free of all traces of pre-cum. After he finishes with that job, the poor kid bucks in the seat, riding the vibrating buttplug up his ass and beggin' for cock. Tiny won't give it to him, so the little whore begs him to pull his pants down and put his feet up on the dashboard so he can lick out Tiny's sweaty hole. As a courtesy, a mercy, and to keep him quiet, we give the kid the dildo to play with. The last couple of miles the kid's sitting in the foot well, riding the toy up his ass while he sucks on the rubber dong, deep-throatin' it. Tiny has to take it away from him a few times to keep him from shooting and losing his enthusiasm. Not that I've seen it happen yet, but we want to keep fuckbitch's eyes on the prize, getting both our cocks up his ass at the same time. He's gonna need enthusiasm, because both Tiny and I are hung big, bigger than any of the cocks he had down his throat back in the porn booths.
As I pull into the driveway Tiny says, "Vince, I hope you got a box with a lock on it somewhere. Otherwise this little bitch is gonna ride the rubber off his new toys in a week!"
"I got an old toolbox in the basement that oughta do the job after I put a good lock on it," I say. "So long as the little cockwhore don't chew through the sides to get at them."
It's like pulling a lollipop out of a baby's hands to get the dildo away from him. It's bad enough Ty's dressed in ass-huggin' short shorts and a muscle shirt that puts his fat nipples on display. On top of that, he has nipple clamps and a leather collar on. My yard and driveway have privacy hedges hidin' 'em from the houses on either side, but on the off chance somebody does see him, I don't want to add the kid suckin' on a big rubber cock to the picture! As it is the kid's pullin' us into the house by our hands, desperate to get his ass pounded good and hard.
As soon as the door clicks shut, the faggot rolls his tight terrycloth shorts down his thighs, the plug buzzin' in his ass like an outboard motor. He's tryin' to pull the thing out, but it's pretty big inside and narrows down to a small base. I have to help him, since his ass doesn't want to give it up. As soon as it pops free with a suckin' sound, sweat breaks out on the kid's forehead and he's pleadin' with us to fuck his ass right there in the entryway. All he's got on is that scrap of a T-shirt and his new lycra fuck-me shorts with a split up the back showin' off his hole. I gotta admit I'm tempted to lay some pipe to him right then and there, but he looks like what he is, a cocksucker that just got finished blowin' over a dozen men. He keeps grabbin' at us and beggin' till I have to pull his head back by the hair and slap his face hard to get him to focus.
"You're gonna get your pussy stuffed soon enough, faggot!" I say. "Your breath smells like a fuckin' cum bucket, you got dried jizz all over your face, and your knees are black from crawlin' around on that filthy floor, suckin' off men you never seen before. Get your ass upstairs and get cleaned up! Take a shower, brush your teeth, and gargle with somethin' that didn't come out of a man's balls! I wouldn't piss on a cumslut that looks like you do right now. Get your ass up there right now or the only thing you're gonna get in your pussy tonight is your own fingers!"
Even then the sneaky little shit tries to take the dildo with him "to clean it". Right. Clean it with his ass. I ain't never seen the kid like this! That plug vibratin' in his guts must have kept him simmering right under the boiling point, unable to shoot but enough to keep his cunt on fire, dying to cum, but not able to get there on his own, desperate for a cock in his mouth or ass to push him over the edge. It's a good thing to know for future reference.
"Hey, boy!" Tiny yells. "Keep your hands off your damn cock and call us as soon as you get outta that shower!"
Soon as he's gone, Tiny and me go grab a whiskey and start plannin' out how exactly we're both gonna get inside the pussyboy at the same time. We slide the coffee table out of the way first, and then throw down an old exercise mat on the floor so we don't hurt our knees. After that, I set up my video camera up in the dining room on its tripod, since we decided to start out there. Gettin' double-dicked by the two of us is gonna be a good clip for the cumslut's photo album and I don't want to miss any of it, even the foreplay. I wish I'd had the camera back at the porn shop, but there's no way they woulda let me in with it.
We both agree that the best way to go about this would be to hang the fuckmeat from the ceiling by his arms and come at him from both sides. It might not be the easiest way, but to us it sounds like the most fun. There aren't any beams in the house to string him up by, though. I could sink some eyelet bolts in the ceiling joists down in the basement, but we ain't got time. I mention that and Tiny suggests we get together and make a playroom down there, build a little specialty furniture so the faggot's ass and mouth are at a good height for fuckin'. Maybe even a low-slung chair with a hole in the bottom so a man can rest in comfort while he gets his ass eaten out by the pussyboy. Tiny says he'll be glad to help out if I pay him with some alone time with Ty. Some of Tiny's suggestions for furniture really get my cock jumpin' in my pants at the thought of 'em.
Soon as we get a few things worked out, Ty's yellin' from upstairs that he's outta the shower now. Tiny heads up with some of our new purchases and the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, while I go grab some things we're gonna need from the master bathroom. I'm lookin' forward to this.
By the time I get to Ty's bathroom, Tiny's already pulling the enema kit out of its package, the metal wrapped hose stringing out behind the big black rubber bag. He bends over the tub getting the temperature where he wants it before filling the bag till it swells to the shape of a big ball. "Nice and cold," he says. "Shrink that pussy back into shape before we stretch it out again." Pussyboy looks on in panic as the bag fills, the pleats popping out from the sheer volume of water Tiny runs into it.
"I cleaned out earlier," Ty says nervously, holding a small pink enema kit with a white hose to his chest.
Tiny throws the small bag in the corner and hangs the new bag on the shower curtain- rod, saying, "Gotta make sure, bitch. Plus we gotta get all that lube cleaned outta your ass. Now get on your hands and knees."
Ty sinks down slowly, without any of the enthusiasm he showed when we first got home. As soon as he 's on his hands and knees, Tiny spears his asshole with the metal nozzle and pushes it in deep. He takes a swig outta the whiskey bottle and hands it off to me. "Tide's comin' in," he says, and releases the valve holding the water back. Tiny and I watch, passing the Jack back and forth, while Ty grunts and groans on the floor. He shivers when the cold water hits his bowels. The bag empties and wilts, then finally stops draining, still a third of the way full. I bend over and massage the bitch's swollen midsection till the bag hangs empty, all of its contents churning away in the boy's guts. Tiny helps him to his feet, the pussyboy's belly pregnant with water. Ty makes toward the toilet but I stop him.
"Hold it in till we're done with you, faggot," I say. "Let it go and we'll put two bags in you." I don't think he could take two bags but it makes a good threat, because he twists his face up in effort to hold it in. "Now get your ass up on the counter and spread your legs."
He makes it onto the counter with some help. "Bitch must weigh ten more pounds with his pussy full," Tiny says.
Ty writhes on the counter but I ignore his discomfort and take out a battery operated beard trimmer and shave the pubic hair around his cock and balls. As soon as I move on to his legs, Tiny comes behind me with shaving cream and a safety razor to shave him smooth, saying "Better hold still unless you want to be missin' some things before I'm done. You don't use it much, but if I slip you're gonna lose it."
Ty's groans and the gurgling from his belly don't stop, but he forces himself to be still. Soon his crotch and legs are smooth as silk. We remove the fleece from his armpits before rolling him onto his hands and knees to get at the sparse hair around his asshole, his buttocks, and the back of his legs. There isn't a single hair on the boy from the neck down when we're done. When we finally release him to the shower to rinse off, he has to rush to make it before he lets loose with his belly-churning load.
"Everything alright in there, or do you need another bag or two to finish the job?" Tiny yells to him.
"No, Tiny. Sir. I'm clean. I swear it. Please don't make me take another bag!" He pleads.
"Then dry off and get out here," I say. "I'm gonna put some talcum powder on you."
Relieved we're not going to fill him up with another bag of water, he steps out of the shower. Before I can start putting the talc on him, Tiny surprises me by lifting the kid back onto the counter and pushing his legs up and back, showing off his newly shaved pussy. "I'm gonna Jack your ass up," Tiny says, and pushes the neck of the whiskey bottle into the bitch's asshole and turns the end up so the last of the Jack Daniels drains into him.
"Now keep that in," Tiny says to him, lowering his legs. To me he says, "If he's gonna take both of us, he's gonna need to be softened up a little and his mouth is gonna to be too busy to drink it."
I spread the talc over his body, smoothing it into the crevices under his arms and around his cock and hole. He's shaking a little, nervous, so I calm him like a shying horse, rolling his nipples between my fingers while I cover him with the powder and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. I found out early on that the kid likes being to be talked dirty to, and that one of the many ways to his hole is to call him names. Call him "bitch" or "cunt" and, before you know it, he's beggin' for a stiff cock in his ass, throat, or both. Ask him and he'll give it to you; demand it and he'll give it with gusto while he begs you for more. Hell, snap your fingers and point and he springs up hard at the silent command.
"C'mon, fuckbitch," I say. "It wasn't that bad, was it? Tiny and me together are bigger than anything you had in your pussy so far, bigger than any of the toys I fucked your ass with earlier. We gotta get your fuckhole ready for us. Did you like crawling around on that dirty floor suckin' dick? Sure seemed like you did. Made me hot watching you blow all those men. Before we even get around to screwin' your ass, you're gonna have to clean out my soggy pubes, spend some quality time with your tongue in your Daddy's asshole, eatin' me out. We're gonna fuck your bitch ass like it ain't never been fucked before, so we can get you wide open and ready for the two of us to bust your cunt wide open. I ain't gonna lie, it's gonna hurt." That's probably an understatement but I don't wanna scare him off, I wanna double-dick his ass.
Shaved smooth and dusted with talc, the kid gleams like a statue in the bathroom lights. The muscles he's built up from sports shine like polished stone, his cock's hard and bouncing, excited by my words. The weight of his hard-on pulls down, tugging an indention into his smooth, flat groin. Before I even finish talking, his cock is dripping and his ass is rolling, starting its pussy dance. When I snap the titty clamps on, his ass goes into overdrive, hungry to get fucked. I lead him downstairs by the chain connecting his big titties. He'll get fucked, but it ain't gonna be right away. We're gonna build up to it slowly.
Downstairs I open up another bottle of Jack and pour Tiny and me another drink over ice. Both of us strip down and settle side by side at the dining room table with our legs resting on top. We barely have a chance to toast each other by clinking our glasses together before the pussyboy is underneath the table with his lips pressed against my asshole, his soft, wet tongue drilling into me, lickin' deep. I sigh and lay back, letting him go to work. You can build up a company, buy fancy cars, and live in a big house, but there ain't no finer luxury then layin' back and havin' a pussyboy worship your hole with his tongue. I don't even have to pull his face into my crack anymore. He goes after it like a rare treat, fancy sweets, or somethin' like that. The boy is gettin' to be real connoisseur of men's assholes, eatin' ass like a rooting hog and savoring it. I wanna be polite to my guest and share, so I push his head back and send him over Tiny's way. Next thing I know, Tiny's groaning with pleasure as the faggot plumbs his hole, slurping with enjoyment as he does it.
Pussyboy crawls back and forth between us, suckling our balls and cleaning the sticky pre-cum out of our pubes and off our growing cocks. Always, before moving from one man to the other, Ty dips down and nurses at our assholes for a while, sucking the ass-lips and tonguing deep. Before long he's faltering a little as he crawls, stumbling on his hands and knees and then giggling about it. The whiskey up his ass is hitting his bloodstream.
"Think we oughta call somebody else over?" Tiny asks. "Somebody to plug his mouth when we both go in? Maybe Dave Stone is at home."
"No, not Dave Stone," I say, remembering the dangerous look in his eyes when he watched Ty. "What about his older brother? Dan Jr., right?"
"Nah, better not to call him. Danny's got three boys at home and his wife is just about to pop out a fourth. 'Sides, Pussyboy down there is just about ready."
Tiny stands and calls the faggot out from under the table, still giggling. Tiny lifts him onto the thick glass tabletop on all fours with his feet hanging over the edge and tells him to reach through his legs and grab his ankles. Flexible from gymnastics, Ty does it easily, though the position folds him up into a small mound and forces his head against the glass on one cheek. Using some cloth napkins from a nearby drawer Tiny ties his wrists to his ankles then lays the new leather riding-crop on the glass next to him, the business-end just inches from his face, so he can look at it. Shaved and bound in this pose, coated in talc, his muscular shoulders folded in and his butt swelling out from his narrow waist, the boy's just fuckmeat now, ready to be used by men for their pleasure.
After all that set-up, it blows me away when Tiny pulls up a chair and starts eatin' the boy's ass out. He lifts his big head and licks his thick, glossy lips and says, "Mmm. Whiskey-flavored pussy." He sees the look and my face and asks, "Whatsa' matter, Vince? You eat pussy, don'cha?" He goes back in and starts licking and nipping at the hole with his teeth until Ty's moans are loud, like yelps. Tiny pulls back and says, "C'mon, Vince. Your turn."
I take his place in the chair and look at what's in front of me. Even after all the stretching from the toys in the porn store the faggot's pucker is still small and clenched, the tender wrinkles around it spit-slick and shiny. If it weren't for the hairless balls hanging down, I'd never know it was a boy in front of me, my own son. Like they say, a mouth's a mouth and pussy's pussy, no matter what they're attached to. I reach up and grab the scrotum so pussyboy's balls are pulled down tight and give his hole a few licks. Tiny's right again. It tastes like Jack Daniels-flavored pussy. I scrub my beard stubble against the cheeks before heading back in with my tongue and the kid's moaning, almost crying, with pleasure.
While I keep licking, Tiny settles into another chair and rests his head on the table just inches away from the faggot's face. "I didn't put that whip in the basket and neither did your Daddy," he says. "That leaves you. How come you put a whip in the cart?"
"I don't know," Ty mumbles, his speech a little slurred.
"Yeah, I think you do know," Tiny says. He turns to me. "Rub his prostate a little and see if we can't get an answer out of him."
I pull my mouth away from his hole and reach in with my index and middle fingers and start feeling around inside him. The heat inside is incredible, like a tight, damp furnace. I find the lump inside and as soon as I hit it, the kid starts groaning and his hole clenches and releases around my fingers like a sucking mouth. I keep pulling on his balls.
"Oh God, that feels good," Ty says. In a small voice he says, "I got it because I like to get spanked."
"When do you like to get spanked?" Tiny asks.
"When I've got a cock up my ass," Ty groans louder. "When I've got a big hard cock in my hole. I like to get spanked when you're bangin' my ass like it's pussy, when you treat me like your bitch. When you make me your cunt." As much as he can in his bound position, the faggot starts riding my fingers. It's magic time. The fuckbitch inside my son is awake and hungry.
Tiny stands and picks up the whip. "You want me to spank your ass with it now?" he asks. To me he says, "Keep rubbin'."
The faggot starts beggin' for it. "Please spank me, Tiny. Sir. Oh God, please spank my ass."
Tiny stands beside me while I finger-fuck the little whore and starts tapping his butt cheeks with the riding-crop, each tap a little harder than the last. "Harder," Ty begs. Tiny obliges and soon the taps turn into slaps and the leather loop at the end starts leaving pink marks after each blow. "Harder!" fuckbitch yells. Tiny starts whipping his ass but Ty keeps calling out for more. Red welts stripe his ass in places now.
"Let's switch," Tiny says, and offers me the whip. As soon as my hand pulls out to take it, he pushes three big fingers in and bumps the faggot's prostate hard until the little bitch yelps every time.
I weigh the riding-crop in my hand, lookin' at it. The handle has a wrist loop at the end and the length of it is covered in braided black leather. The business-end has another thin loop on it, the stinger. I look at my son's ass, covered in red marks. I look at his face and he's lookin' back at me, best he can with his head pushed against the glass. That quiet, feline look is back in his eyes, the one that looks right through me and says, "Go ahead. You know you want to." And I do. So I let him have it, hard. I start out where Tiny left off and keep building, and still he begs for more. Soon I'm swinging the crop so hard it whistles on the way down and he's moaning, pain becoming pleasure somewhere inside him as he gets his ass finger-fucked and whipped at the same time. He yelps and starts to buck, even bound as he is. Tiny stops my arm and pulls his fingers out, wet from the bitch's hole. He stands.
"He's about to shoot," he says, and unties the napkins binding Ty's wrists to his ankles. "We can start gettin' him ready."
We both grab an arm and pull the fuckmeat off the table. Tiny leads him to the den where the exercise mat is laid out, while I get the camera in place. Before he lowers him down I remove the clamps from his nipples and massage them to get the blood flow going back to them. The faggot hisses as sensation returns. When I put the clamps back on him, I drape the connecting chain up and around his neck, a handy bridle to use while we're ridin' his ass. We drop him on to mat on all fours. Tiny gets on his hands and knees in front of him so the faggot's face is buried between his ass cheeks. The sounds of him slurping ass start immediately. Tiny looks at me over one bulging shoulder.
"Ride his ass hard," he says. "Really open his pussy up so we can both get in."
I kneel behind the bent-over fuckmeat and slip my cock into his hole slowly, using only spit and whiskey for lube. His butt cheeks are striped with red marks from the whip, most of them left by me. It's great to watch my cock slide between his cheeks like this, centering the tip at his ass-lips and spreading them slowly over my plum-sized cockhead till they pop over the fat rim. I sink the rest of it in him just as slow, teasing him since I know he wants it fast and hard. His hole is hot and tight, wet and slippery. Even though what I really want to do is slam-fuck the little bitch, I ease out just as slow until only my cockhead remains inside. I hold it that way, making him beg me to fuck him before I go on.
He pulls his mouth away from Tiny's asshole and moans, " Oh Daddy, fuck my ass hard. Please, Sir. Please fuck me." He keeps going from there, beggin' to get fucked, delirious for it, his words gettin' raunchier all the time. "Bang my bitch ass, Daddy. Screw my faggot cunt. Rape my hole and make it hurt!"
"It's waitin' for 'ya, bitch. Fuck yourself on it for a while. Give my cock a good ride and maybe I'll take over and really pound your pussy."
In one move he slams back on my cock so hard it almost knocks me backward. After that he rides it like a fury, sliding up and down the shaft, pistoning my rod into his ass with such force that each time he goes all the way down he hits my groin so hard it almost hurts. Tiny turns around on his knees and offers the cocksucker his own shaft. When the faggot takes it in his mouth, Tiny moves forward so neither end is ever empty. Ty bounces between us like a pinball stuck between two bumbers, fucking his ass on my cock, fucking his throat on Tiny's.
Now it's Ty that stops moving. He pulls his face off Tiny's cock and looks at me over his shoulder with those calm eyes. He says the words that hide underneath his poor- pitiful-me surface. He smiles and says, "You know you want to. Make it hurt."
I take over then and really lay the pipe to him, grinding my cock into him, rotating my hips to stretch him out, open him up. I grab his titty-bridle and pull on it while I bury my cock deep and ride him hard. I pick him up by the hips, stretching his pussy up, then push him down to stretch the other side. Tiny moves forward again until we're both buried in the fuckbitch, balls deep. I work his cunt over and stretch it, giving the boy what he wants while he holds his breath around the bull-cock down his throat.
Tiny finally pulls back and lets the kid take in some air, before sinking deep again while I bust his twat open, grinding my pubes against his tender, newly shaved hole. I deep-dick the faggot for a while, pulling on his bridle, keeping his face pushed tight against Tiny's groin while I do it. I raise up a little and his knees raise off the floor, lifted by my cock. I drop him back down and pull out in one fast move and the faggot pulls off Tiny's rod, coughing and gasping air.
"You take over this end for a while," I say to Tiny. "I'm gonna feed the bitch some whiskey-dick. It's gonna be his new favorite drink, a Jack and cock." Rather than moving, we make the bitch crawl in a circle and get himself into position to get reamed out some more. As soon as Tiny opens him up, we'll both go in. Tiny pushes into his ass and starts his ride; pulling back hard on the titty-bridle. Before I let the faggot suck my cock I make him grovel for it first.
"See how shiny my cock is, pussyboy? That's pre-cum and ass juice all over it. It's wet from your asshole. You sure you want that in your mouth? You wanna suck that nasty cock? I think you oughta beg me for it."
He starts pleading immediately. "Please Daddy, let me clean my pussy juice off your cock. Let me have your whiskey-dick. Fuck my faggot throat, treat my mouth like a pussy. Give it to me, Sir. Please give it to me!"
I let him have it in one stroke as he moans around the meat buried all the way in his throat. I match Tiny thrust for thrust and the faggot ends up crushed between us. Both his mouth and asshole are ground against our groins at the same time, his back bowed by the pressure of being squeezed between us. Tiny slips fingers from both hands in alongside his big rod, spreading the hole around him open further. We both back off a little and Tiny picks the boy up by his waist. I pick him up by his shoulders and he's no longer touching the floor, just a tube suspended between two big men for them to use to get their rocks off. We deep-dick him like that for a while, until Tiny nods for me to back off. The fuckmeat is tenderized, almost ready for both our cocks in his ass at the same time. We just have to get him into the right position first. I pull out and Ty's coughing and gasping again.
Tiny pulls the fuckmeat up so he's up on his knees but still impaled, then lifts the nipple clamp chain and puts it around his own neck, pulling Ty's tits till they're yanked up hard, making the little bitch hiss. Tiny places one big black paw on his stomach to hold him in place. Then he places one foot on the floor and stands, lifting the pussyboy off the floor with him as he goes. Tiny takes his hand away and the faggot is suspended only by the cock up his ass and the chain around Tiny's neck. Ty gasps and reaches back quickly with his arms on the sides of the big black barrel chest so he can hold on. Tiny starts to walk around like that, Ty on his cock like a marshmallow on a black skewer, feet suspended off the ground and bouncing with each step. Tiny starts up an exaggerated pimp-strut around the room with my son yelping as he bounces on the cock that holds him in the air.
Ty's eyes are blinking, as if he's just been hit in the head. He squeals with every step, high-pitched and distressed. I start smearin' a thick coat of lube on my own cock. When the time comes, it's gonna take some grease to get in there.
"What d'ya think, Vince?" Tiny asks. "Maybe I oughta walk around the 'hood like this, wearin' the bitch on my cock by a chain around my neck." He keeps up his pimp swagger as he talks. "Shit. I could spray-paint the faggot gold and tell everybody he's a hood ornament." Suspended like that, Ty is dwarfed by the big body he rides. Tiny is much broader, more than twice his weight, and the boy looks small against him, a decoration for his neck, an ornament for his cock. Tiny performs a few hip swinging, thrusting disco moves while my boy dangles off his cock like a puppet. He walks back to where I'm standing on the gym mat and lifts Ty's legs so his stretched hole shows around the fat black meat stuffin' it. "It's time," he says.
I move in quick and aim my hard rod at the place where cock already meets ass, and push. I pull Ty's mouth to mine and kiss it, partly because I want to and partly to smother the cry that's gonna come soon. I search his mouth with my tongue, but take it out in case he bites down when I pop in. I nibble at his lips with my teeth and apply even more pressure against his already stuffed hole. It seems like it's not gonna happen, then his ass gives and I slip in alongside Tiny. The faggot screams but the sound is caught in my mouth and smothered. I slip more meat in him till I am tight against his front and he is held fast between our bodies, the meat in our fuckmeat sandwich. His eyes are wide, almost staring, and his lips move as if he's trying to talk, but no words come out. His cock is hard against my belly. Tiny starts to thrust and it's an incredible feeling, like my cock is being held in the tightest grip of my life, in a wet hot tunnel where one of the walls is moving. Ty starts to blink again and I start my thrusts. Fuckmeat's body begins to shudder as we move in and out of him and sharp short breaths start to come out of his mouth like the breaths they teach in Lamaze classes. I grab Tiny's sides and he grabs mine. We hold the fuckbitch suspended between us, both of us pumping into his hole like madmen.
I look in Ty's eyes and they're held open and wide. "Amazing," he whispers, his eyes like bottle-green glass. His body shudders and his hard cock rides against my stomach.
We double-dick him that way for a while, then decide to try a different position. I lay back on the mat and the fuckbitch sits down on my cock, facing me. Amazing as it is, there is still a grip around me as he goes down on it, still some muscle-tone in his ass. I pull his chest down against me and Tiny goes in for the kill, pushing in beside me quick and sure. Immediately he starts to fuck deep and hard. I match his strokes and Ty stays still and takes our fuck, starin' out into pussyboy heaven. Both Tiny and I stop moving.
"Fuck yourself on 'em, bitch," I say.
At first there is no movement, but fire comes back into his eyes and Ty starts to ride the cocks up his ass slowly. Tiny rears back and gives him a good slap across the butt- cheeks and the speed picks up. It keeps picking up until the pussyboy is thrusting back on them hard and he keeps lettin' out a sound that's like a combination of a cry and a moan. Tiny keeps up a constant tattoo of ass slaps and the boy's howling now, crooning deep in his throat while he rides the two big dicks up his ass. Ty's thrusts pick up even more speed and he's chanting, "Don't stop me this time. Let me shoot. Please let me shoot this time."
"Oh, yeah. Ride those cocks, baby," Tiny says. "Boss, you gettin' close?" he asks me.
"Oh, yeah," I groan out. Tonight I have watched my son suck a rubber dong while kneeling on the floor of a porn store. I've fucked his ass with sex toys while watching him blow a line-up of men. I've fucked him and watched him get fucked by Tiny. Now both our cocks are together and he's fuckin' himself on them, ridin' 'em like a cowboy on a bull. I'm about ready to go off like a goddamn rocket!
When my orgasm finally hits, it's like dying. My vision blanks out and it feels like my life-force is pouring out the end of my cock. Blind, I can still hear Ty and Tiny yelling along with me. Exhausted, we all collapse in a pile. When the weight of them, especially Tiny, gets to be too much for me, I reach up and grab them best I can and roll us all over on our sides, still engaged. Tiny slides out first and rolls over onto his back. I give it a minute then slide out too and roll over, Ty's wad sticky and thick on my belly. My son drapes his arm over my chest and starts to cry, big heaving sobs.
Panicked, I grab him. "Oh shit. Are you OK, baby? Did we hurt something inside you?"
Still sobbing, he opens his eyes and looks right through me with a beatific smile breaking wide on his face. "No. No. That's not why I'm crying. I'm not hurt. It was...Amazing," he breathes out. His eyes close and he falls fast asleep there on the mat, held in my arms.
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Later, Tiny and I have showered and are dressed in robes, layin' around the den with a lame sitcom rerun playin' on the TV while we have a kind of post-game run down of the action. Empty microwave food containers litter the coffee table.
I carried Ty upstairs to his bed and tucked him in, Tiny following right behind me. Tiny asked him if he wanted us to wash him out, swearing we'd go easy and use just a little warm water. The kid gave him a dreamy smile and said. "No. I want to keep it in me." Tiny laid a thick bath towel out on the bed to catch the cum oozing out of the kid's well-fucked hole. I was surprised by how gentle he was with the boy, kissing his belly, telling him what a good job he did, running is fingers through his hair. I think the kid was asleep again before we even turned off the lights and closed the door.
Finally I blurt out, "Tiny, I'm worried about Ty."
"Don't worry 'bout it, man. I took a look and he's stretched out some, but there ain't no blood or nothin' like that. A few day's rest and some exercises and his pussy'll be good as new"
"That's not what I'm talkin' about, man. I'm worried about him in general."
Tiny sighs. "I know you are, Vince. I thought that's what the problem was."
"That thing you said one time, 'there ain't no too far for him,' keeps playin' in my head. There's men out there that would take advantage of a boy like him and maybe really do him some damage." I tell him about Dave Stone and the look in his eyes.
"Naw, man! Dave's OK. Is that why you didn't wanna invite him over earlier?"
"Yeah," I say.
"I know Dave pretty good and I don't think he's anybody you gotta worry about. There's other guys you gotta worry about a lot more than him. He's got a rough streak, but you and me ain't exactly Mister Rogers, ya know."
I laugh. "Yeah, I know. Summer break is comin' up and I don't want Ty out runnin' around getting' into God knows what kind of trouble. That horny little faggot would get in a car with Ted Bundy if he had a big enough dick!"
"I know that's right!" Tiny laughs. "I've been thinking a little about it, 'cause I had an idea that's what was up with you. His school's over in what, coupla weeks? Once it lets out you oughta have Ty work down at the yard for the summer so we can keep an eye on him."
"What the hell would he do? He's too soft for construction work!"
"Shit. That boy ain't soft. For his size he's strong as hell and he can take whatever a man can dish out. Anyway, what the fuck you think he'll do? He'll do what he does best. Suck dick and take it up the ass. The guys on the yard might rough him up a little, but they ain't gonna hurt the kid, 'cause he's your son. You and me both will be watchin' out for him."
"Tiny, I can't just drop Ty in the middle of the yard! What am I supposed to do, send out a memo that there's a pussyboy on the lot for the men to use?"
"I got it all figured out, Vince. In two weeks or so you have a little party over here. I got some guys in mind that I think are...flexible enough to grab for it if it's offered. After that, Pussyboy shows up on the yard and word trickles down from one guy to the next. Those that need to know will find out by word of mouth. Those that don't won't have a clue about what's goin' on. Hell, 'fore 'ya know it, Pussyboy will have so much cock to play with he won't have time to go lookin' for it anyplace else. I don't think it'll be a problem and if it is, you and me are there to take care of it."
"You think that'll work?" I ask, beginning to think over the possibility.
"I know it will," Tiny says. "That brings me to that favor I was gonna ask you about. You trust me, right Vince."
"Hell, Tiny, you know better than to ask me that! Don't let it go to your head or nothin', but you're probably the man I trust most in the world. Why the hell you think I told you about what was goin' on with me n' Ty?"
"Just makin' sure, Vince. Just makin' sure. That's good to know, 'cause here's what I wanted to ask. I got some guys comin' over to my place next weekend. A kinda reunion, I guess you'd call it. I was wonderin' if I could borrow the Pussyboy for a couple of days. I wanna offer him up as a little...entertainment. Gives you a chance to get started on that playroom in the basement without him humpin' your leg all day and me a chance to show my friends a good time. You'll get him back good as new, maybe with a few new tricks under his belt!"