My Filthy Future Stepdad

My Filthy Future Stepdad-5 ("My Filthy Stepbrother") (M/b, t/b, interr, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

Even though we had to get up early to check out of the hotel and drive home from the Poconos, that didn't stop my dirty daddy from sneaking into my room late last night to give me one last fuck. And, like my mom says, it was a "humdinger."

First he fucked me face-up for the first time, just like Mr. Cheng and Rico, and that was fun. But instead of kissing me when he was done, he worked up a big nasty loogie and spit it right in my face! And when he was about to cum, he snatched his cock out of my butt, moved up, and stuck it in my mouth, shooting a humongous load straight down my throat. Then he just laid there while I licked the shit off his cock.

I thought that was it, but after pulling his cock out of my mouth, he moved up a little on my face and farted right in my nose. And as I was sniffing up his stinky ass gas like a good little bottom, he moved up even further, making my heart race and sending me into the same panic and craving I felt in the fuck room.

"Open up that mouth, boy!"

Of course I did, and of course my dirty daddy dumped a big fat smelly turd in it, this one, I guess, being the leftovers of the big breakfast he ate before our trip to the fuck room. It packed my mouth so full that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to swallow it all. On top of that, for whatever reason, the sane side of me decided to show up, and I suddenly felt like I wanted to barf. But my nasty libido was determined to make sure that everything my dirty daddy fed me not only made it to my stomach but stayed there, so after a lot of fast chewing, I managed to eat his whole bowel movement.

Afterwards, he patted me on the head and said, "Son, your mouth is the best toilet I ever shit in!" after which he again made me lick him clean before slinking back into him and my mom's room.

As I laid there picking shit from between my teeth, the only words that came to mind were "Fucking asshole!" since part of me felt exactly like what I'd just finished eating. At the same time, of course, the other part was doing a happy dance, thrilled that my dirty daddy had chosen to pass up the real toilet again to go in my mouth instead.

Anyways, after that I fell into a deep sleep, but just as it was getting good, I felt someone shaking me and whispering that it was time to get up and get ready to go. Of course it was my mom, and of course I whined about it, but, really, I needed to get up anyways, because my bladder was bursting from all the piss I drank in the fuck room. And when I got to the bathroom, I swear I peed for five minutes straight. Only after I was finished did I think about recording it and sending it to Mr. Cheng, so he could see for himself how long it took me to empty myself of his, Rico's, and my dirty daddy's piss. Oh, well. Maybe next time.

Even after peeing, I was still only half awake, but I managed to take a shower and put my clothes on without too much trouble. Then I looked around the room, said goodbye to my big screen TV, double bed, and private bathroom, and joined my parents.

After having a continental breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, we were finally on our way home. I figured I'd get to sleep a little more while we were on the road, but about an hour or so into our trip, my mom needed to pee, so we pulled over at a big rest stop. My dirty daddy said that me and him should try to go too, so we wouldn't have to stop again before we got home. But, really, only my dirty daddy had to go, and I'll give you three guesses WHERE he went.

The way we did it without being caught was me and him went into side-by-side stalls in the men's room. Then I shimmied underneath the partition and into his stall, sat down on the toilet, and opened my mouth. As usual my dirty daddy proceeded to piss like he hadn't gone in a week, and as usual I drank it all and followed it with a long loud burp. Then I shimmied back under the partition and back into my own stall. After that, we both flushed our toilets and walked out as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

By the time we got home, we were all pretty pooped--and speaking of poop, that's exactly what I did about five minutes after I got in the door, and it too was a "humdinger." Not only was it loud as it made its way out of my butthole, but it stank to high heaven. But the very idea that I'd carried my dirty daddy's shit along with my own inside me all the way home from the Poconos made the nasty part of me feel proud. When I was finally done and looked at it, I was actually able to pick out which shit was his and which was mine among the tons of chunky little turds filling the toilet bowl. It took three flushes to get it all down.

When I went to bed that night, I didn't expect any visits from my dirty daddy, so I didn't even attempt to stay awake, quickly dozing off into another nice deep sleep. But he'd gone to sleep right after we got in, so by the time night rolled around, he was wide awake, horny, and making his way to my room. As he fucked me, I was barely able to stay awake, I guess because he wasn't going at me with anywhere near his usual energy. There was also no extracurricular nastiness after, but he still managed to pump a healthy load of butt babies in my bowels before he left. I wanted to lick it up after it drooled out of me, but I was so tired that I fell right back asleep as soon as he was gone.

Naturally I expected my dirty daddy to fall right back into his usual routine and pay me another visit the next night, and if he did, I was hoping he'd maybe follow Mr. Cheng and Rico's lead again by letting me get on top this time or, at the very least, kissing me after he shot his load up my butt. But when I woke up the next day, I was surprised to hear a commotion, and when I went to my mom's bedroom to see what was happening, I was even more surprised to see them packing!

"What's going on?" I asked. "Where are we going now?"

"WE aren't going anywhere, little man," my mom said, kissing me on the cheek. "Your daddy and I are going to spend a few days with your grandma and grandpa."

That seemed weird, since the reason we came home early from our family vacation was not only so I could go back to school but so they could both spend the rest of their days off from work just relaxing. But I found out later that, after the wedding, Aunt Trudy and Uncle Bob came down really hard on Grandma and Grandpa for not showing up. That made them feel guilty, so they decided to invite my mom and dirty daddy to West Bumblefuck to apologize and talk things over. My mom and dirty daddy decided to just go ahead and take them up on their offer now instead of later. And naturally, since they'd be talking about racism and prejudice and other "adult" things, my mom felt it would be better if I sat this trip out.

That suited me just fine. I could relax and watch porn all weekend on the big-screen TV in the living room, or, if I wanted, I could run around the house nekkid and jack off with my mom's dildo sticking outta my butt. And being that they'd be leaving on Friday morning, my mom insisted that I stay home from school, so she could give me "a proper goodbye," which meant I'd have a whole extra day to romp around.

Unfortunately she also insisted that I have a babysitter. Of course, I argued with her, saying that, at ten years old, I didn't need anyone to watch me for the three short days they'd be gone. Even my dirty daddy took my side on that. But my mom couldn't be swayed, fearing that "something horrible" would happen to her "little man" the moment they left the house. That's when my dirty daddy said that his oldest son, Dontrell, might be available to be my sitter.

"Oh, Honey, that's a fabulous idea!" my mom said. "That way my little man can get to know his brother better while you and my parents are doing the same thing at the same time!"

Yeah, fucking terrific! I said to myself. All I need is my dirty daddy's son here bossing me around for the whole fucking weekend. The only sorta good thing was that it would be Dontrell, the one who rescued me at the wedding when his brother said I looked like a girl. Still, that alone wasn't enough to make me feel much better about having a sitter, and I was hoping that it was too last-minute for him to do it, that he'd already made other plans. But, of course, when my dirty daddy called to ask him, Dontrell wasn't busy and agreed to do it.

Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. It was bad enough having a babysitter, but what was even worse was having no idea what to expect from him. I tried asking my dirty daddy about him, but all he did was smile and say, "He's a good kid. You'll like him." My nasty libido tried to make me feel better by telling me that if Dontrell was anything like his dad, this might turn out to be one of the best weekends of my life. Then again, if he wasn't, it might turn out to be one of the worst. The problem was that I had no idea which it would be, and that annoyed the hell out of me. All I could do was wait and see....

Well, all that was this morning. It's now Friday afternoon. My parents left hours ago and, of course, my mom has already called to ask if I'm okay and to remind me to call her when Dontrell gets here. I'm half watching TV and half looking at the clock because he's supposed to come over right after school. By now I've imagined all sorts of things happening, from him totally ignoring me for three days to him fucking me so much that it'll be hard for me to sit down at school on Monday.

Finally, at around 4:00, the downstairs buzzer rings, and my heart starts thumping like crazy, as I'm about to find out just how "good" Dontrell is and if I truly will like him. I press the intercom and ask who it is.

"It's me, shorty."

I can't say that I like that nickname, but it's not horrible, so I guess I can live with it for three days. I buzz him up, but instead of waiting for him to ring the doorbell, I go to the door, open it, and stand there waiting for him to get off the elevator. When he does, my eyes light up and my heart starts beating even faster. Tall (about 5'10), light-skinned (about Rico's complexion), and wearing an orange and blue Knicks tracksuit, Dontrell is a LOT better looking than I remember! Maybe I was too pissed off about what his brother said about me to notice at the time, or maybe I wanted to get away from the wedding and go home so bad that I wasn't really paying attention. Whatever the case, I'm stunned by Dontrell's awesome good looks, and my cock is already getting hard.

"Hey, shorty, how you doin'?" he says, giving me a hug. "I ain't seen you since the wedding."

"Okay," I say, stiff as a board in his arms, as I'm afraid he'll feel my erection. He's also sweaty and smells a lot like his dad, which doesn't help matters, since that smell has always turned me on.

Coming in like he owns the place, Dontrell walks in the living room, takes off his backpack and his jacket, and tosses them in the easy chair. Then he flops down on the couch, grabs the remote, and turns on the TV.

"I'm ordering pizza for dinner," he announces as he channel-surfs, not even looking at me. "So lemme know what you want on it, okay?"

"Okay," I mumble, surprised that he's giving me a choice.

A few seconds later, he looks up. "So is there anything you do around this time that you need help with?"

"...no, not really," I say. "Usually on Friday, I just do my homework and play video games till my mom gets home." (Not necessarily in that order, of course, but he doesn't need to know that.) "But I didn't go to school today, so..."

"Okay, cool. Well, if you need me for anything, just give me a holler," Dontrell says, and he turns his attention back to the TV.

For a second I just stand there looking at him. Now that I see what a hunk he is, my butthole is hungry for his cock. But things don't look promising. In fact, I can't tell if he's even interested in boys because nothing about him says so. That's when the first awful thought comes: What if he's strictly into GIRLS and would NEVER consider "fooling around" with a boy? After that, the second awful thought comes: What if he WOULD consider fooling around with boys, just not YOUNGER boys? Then comes the third REALLY awful thought: What if he would consider fooling around with younger boys, just not younger WHITE boys? Really, it's kinda hard to imagine any of my awful thoughts being true, knowing what a horndog for young white boys his dad is, but what if he's the exact opposite?

All my thinking leads me to one conclusion: I need to be VERY careful about approaching him. The last thing I want is to give him a "holler" about what I want and for him to say no. Not only would it make the rest of the weekend VERY awkward, but I can just hear him telling his brothers, "Guess what that little white faggot wanted me to do to him?" I'd never live it down! So I tell myself that, as anxious as I am for him to fuck me, I have to be patient and wait for HIM to make the first move--if he does.

Anyways, after making up my mind about what not to do, I head for my room, thinking how this long weekend might turn out to be the longest fucking weekend of my life, when Dontrell calls me back. I sigh, thinking, NOW what? When I get back to the living room, he hands me his phone.

"I just called my dad to let him know I was here. Your mom wants to speak to you."

When I take the phone, I'm ready to apologize for not calling her to tell her that Dontrell got here, but she's so thrilled that Dontrell was responsible enough to call them that she doesn't even scold me. She just gives me a phone kiss and tells me she'll call me tonight. I hand the phone back to Dontrell and start to walk away, but he puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Wait a minute, shorty. Before you go, I wanna ask you somethin' about my dad. Sit down," he says, patting the space next to him on the couch.

Right away my whole body tenses up, my heart begins to race, my hard-on gets soft, and I can almost feel the color draining out of my face. But even though I want to run away, I calmly sit down beside him. He turns and looks me right in the eye.

"So tell me, shorty," he asks, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, "how long he been messin' with you?"

"What? What d'ya mean?" I ask, trying hard to act surprised by his question.

"You know. Sexin' you up and shit."

"Never!" I insist. "Why would you even ask me something like that?"

I turn my head away from him and stare at the floor because I'm afraid my eyes will tell him everything I'm not saying. But to my surprise, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

"It's okay, shorty. It ain't just you. He been doin' that shit to me and my brothers ever since we was little," he confesses. "But not so much no more. So when we seen you at the wedding, we figured it was 'cause he was doin' YOU now."

I'm shocked! A guy fucking his stepkids is one thing, but his OWN kids?! It's hard for me to process. But Dontrell's honesty gives me just enough courage to look at him again.

"So how long?" he asks again, smiling.

"I don't know," I finally say. "Maybe a couple of weeks after he started seeing my mom."

"Shit," Dontrell responds, snickering. "I'm surprised it took him THAT long. So what'd he make you do first? Suck his dick?"

I'm really not comfortable talking about this. At the same time, though, it's sort of a relief to be able to share what happened with somebody who went through the same thing--and with the same person, so I give him a little nod.

"And when did he start fuckin' you?" Dontrell casually asks me, almost like we're talking about the weather.

"Ummm...I don't know. Maybe a couple of weeks after that."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he says. "And I betcha he used that fuckin' 'juicy booty' line on you too, didn't he?"

I'm too stunned to answer, but I know Dontrell can tell he's right by the look on my face, which has no doubt gone from being pale to getting redder by the second. Here I was thinking I was special, but it turns out the asshole uses the same fucking line on every boy he sticks his dick in!

"It's okay if you're pissed, shorty. You have every right to be. Me and my brothers was pissed too when we found out he said the exact same shit to every one of us. But that's just the kind of fucked-up shit a freaky-ass pervert like him does to make sure he always has him some boy booty."

Even though I AM pissed off, all the sex talk is also turning me on, and I can feel my cock getting hard again. I try to hide it by casually putting my hand over my crotch. But as I sneak glances at Dontrell's crotch, I swear his cock is getting hard too!

"Don't worry, shorty," Dontrell says. "You don't have to hide it. I know you gettin' horny, and I guess you already know I am too." He casually lifts my hand off my crotch, puts his own hand in its place, and gently squeezes my cock. "Hey, you got a nice boner! Can I see it?"

I look at him, and he's giving me one of those devilish smiles his dad always gives me. I don't answer him, but I'm sure he can tell by the look on my face what my answer is. So without taking his eyes off me, he unzips my jeans, sticks his hand in the fly, and starts massaging my cock through my underwear, making me gasp.

"You like that?" he asks.

I nod, and I feel my heart beating faster and hear myself breathing harder.

"Lift up a little."

I do, and in one quick move, Dontrell unsnaps my jeans and pulls them and my underwear down past my thighs, freeing my cock, which is already at its max three-inch hardness.

"Oooo, nice!" Dontrell says. "That's the cutest little dick I ever seen."

I don't know if I believe him, but it's still nice to hear. Right away he starts playing with it and my balls, and I'm quickly reminded of just how pale my skin is, because even though Dontrell is light-skinned, his hand still looks dark next to my thighs.

"So, shorty, anybody ever suck your dick?"

I'm so surprised by his question, it's like I suddenly can't talk. All I do is shake my head.

"I didn't think so. Well, there's a first time for everything."

Without another word, Dontrell leans over and slips my cock all the way in his mouth. I gasp again then start to moan as he slides his lips up and down my shaft. It's the most awesome thing I've ever felt! (Almost as awesome as being butt-fucked!) I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation while totally understanding, now, why the guys I sucked off got so turned on.

Dontrell slides his hands under my butt and lifts me up a little every time he goes down on me, and I feel him inching his middle finger over until he's able to stick it in my butthole. So now every time he lifts me up, his finger sinks a little deeper inside me, and the double sensation of getting sucked and finger-fucked is so terrific that, without even realizing it, I've put my hands on Dontrell's head, holding it steady as it moves up and down. It's like my libido has taken over my whole body and is urging him to stay right where he is and keep doing what he's doing to me forever.

But, of course, something that feels so good can't last, and WAY before I'm ready to let it go, my orgasm is banging on the door.

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" I hear myself hooting, holding on for dear life to Dontrell's head as he swallows not only my cock but my balls too, his lips actually pressing against my pubes as, trembling, I spurt my load in his mouth.

The feeling is so intense that, afterwards, I just collapse. It's like, along with my cum, Dontrell sucked all the energy out of me. But as I'm laying there trying to get my breath back, I couldn't be happier. When I finally open my eyes again, the first thing I see is Dontrell sniffing then sucking on the finger he had up my butt and smiling at me.

"Well," he says, "from the look on your face, I take it you liked that."

"No," I say, "I LOVED it!"

Dontrell laughs. "Good. 'Cause you probably been suckin' my pervert father's dick every fuckin' day without him returning the favor, so you deserve to be on the receiving end for a change."

I should thank him for considering that, but I figure just laying there and him seeing the look of total satisfaction on my face is surely telling him how grateful I am.

"So, shorty, you mind doin' me now? 'Cause suckin' your dick and eatin' your nutt made me SUPER horny."

Still smiling, I simply say, "Sure." (Though, at that point, I would've done ANYTHING he wanted me to!)

Laying back on the couch, Dontrell unties the knot in the drawstring of his tracksuit pants. When he lifts up and pushes his pants down, I'm surprised to see that he's wearing a jockstrap! I've never seen one on anybody before (at least not in real life), so I'm fascinated, especially by the pouch, which is stuffed so full of his cock and balls that I swear they're gonna burst right through the stretchy material any second. Dontrell obviously sees how fascinated I am, because he's not making a move to take it off.

"Smell it," he says.

I glance at him then lean over, stick my nose on top of the pouch, and sniff hard, filling my nostrils with the strong, sweaty odor of his teenage crotch.

"You like that funky smell, don't you, shorty?"

"Mmm-hmm!" I respond as I sniff all over the pouch then start moving lower, sniffing between his legs.

"Wait a minute," Dontrell says. Lifting up again, he grabs the elastic band of the jockstrap and slides it off his hips, bending his super-hard cock down, down, down until the band slips over the head, freeing it, and it springs back and slaps his stomach, which makes me flinch. "There. That's better," he says, sighing.

I want to go back to sniffing Dontrell, but I can't stop staring at his junk. His cock is at least as long as his dad's (about eight inches), only not quite as thick and a lot lighter, and his balls look like two extra-large eggs in a light-brown sack. He also has more pubic hair than I thought he would, not nearly as much as his dad, of course, but still a lot, I'm thinking, for a 15-year-old.

"So, shorty, you like what you see?" Dontrell asks, his voice startling me out of my trance.

Still staring, I just nod.

"Then go for it."

Right away I put my face back in his crotch, this time sticking my nose right in his pubes and sniffing hard to fill my head with the full fragrance of his funk. After that I slowly move down, first smelling, licking, and sucking each of his balls then sticking my nose in his butthole and sniffing its shitty aroma before sticking my tongue in.

"Fuck, yeah, shorty! Eat my fuckin' ass!" Dontrell yells, shivering as he lifts his legs and holds them back to give me better access to his smelly hole. "Yo, I hope it don't stink too bad down there."

I want to tell him that, really, it DOES stink and the very idea that it IS so stinky is a big part of what has me so horny. But I figure it's better not to reveal too much about my nasty side too soon. Besides, he'll find out soon enough.

Anyways, after spending a while licking Dontrell's butthole, I start moving up again, smelling, licking, and sucking his balls, licking along his shaft, then, finally, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth.

"Shit!" Dontrell yells, shivering again as he lowers his legs and grabs the back of my head. "Yeah, shorty, SUCK that fuckin' dick!"

He's so turned on that instead of just letting me suck him, he's lifting his hips, fucking my mouth, his cock plunging half way down my throat with every stroke. Fortunately, all those times sucking his dad's cock has more than prepared me to handle this, so I never once feel like gagging. In fact, I wish I could do like he did to me and take his balls in my mouth too. But since I can't, I decide to do the other thing he did to me instead--stick my hands under him and hold on to his butt (except I don't try to stick my finger in his butthole, 'cause I'm not sure if he'll like that as much as I did).

After mouth-fucking me for just a few minutes, Dontrell is already ready to cum. I know this because I'm getting the same telltale signs from him that I always get from his dad. Sure enough, about ten seconds later, he stiffens, makes a loud animal-like noise, lifts his hips right off the couch, and pulls my head down, shoving his cock as far down my throat as he can get it.

"FUCK! Yeah, shorty, take my fuckin' nutt!" he yells, sounding eerily like his dad. "SWALLOW that shit!"

I don't have much choice. With my lips hugging the bottom of the shaft, Dontrell's cock is stuck so far down my throat that his cum is shooting straight down the hatch and into my tummy. He's so deep I can't even tell how it tastes, since his cock is past my taste buds. The only thing I know for sure is that there's a LOT, because it's taking him FOREVER to empty his balls, and my eyes are watering from the strain of fighting my gag reflex as his cock pulsates in my throat.

After what's probably only a couple of minutes but feels like half an hour, Dontrell eases his grip on my head, and I slowly lift up until his cock slips out of my throat, which causes me to start coughing.

"Hey, shorty, you okay?" he asks, stroking my head as he tries to catch his breath.

Still coughing, I nod and try to smile.

"Well, I gotta hand it to you, little man. That shit was fuckin' intense. You suck dick like a fuckin' pro."

I still can't really talk yet, so again I just give him a nod and a smile between coughs while wiping my eyes and licking my lips. But I'm struck by the fact that he called me by the same name my mom does.

"And I'm glad you swallowed all that nutt, too, 'cause I been savin' that shit up for you. Matter of fact, right after my dad called me this mornin' to ask if I could come over, I started edging--you know, jackin' off then backin' off--so I could feed you as much nutt as possible."

Surpise, surprise! Here I was worried sick about whether Dontrell was into boys or, even if he was, how he might not be attracted to me, and all along he not only intended to have sex with me but was deliberately building up a massive load of cum for me alone. I can't help feeling flattered, and I'm very happy I didn't disappoint him.

"Well, shorty, after I rest up a little, I guess you know what we gonna do next, right?"

Instantly I feel my whole body tense up again, but now it also begins to tingle and my cock gets even harder, as I experience a major combination of both anticipation and fear.

"But first I need to know just what I'm dealin' with," Dontrell says, "so finish takin' them clothes off and get up here on your hands and knees." He then stands up and pats the space where he was just sitting.

I do what he says, stripping, getting on the couch on my hands and knees, and bending over as far as I can, putting my pale butt on full display. Dontrell crouches behind me and right away lets go with a long low whistle.

"GodDAMN, shorty! That's the WHITEST fuckin' ass I EVER seen!" he says, and before saying another word, he smacks it HARD, which stings like hell. "There, that's better," he says. "At least now it has a little color."

Yeah, I say to myself, and probably a big fucking handprint too!

"But it's a shame what my freaky father did to your little doo-doo hole," Dontrell says. "He fuckin' DESTROYED it! He busted that shit so wide open, it look like a fuckin' pussy!"

That scares me, because I'm worried it's a turn-off for him and that he might be having second thoughts about fucking me, thinking I'll be too loosey-goosey for him to enjoy it. I want to tell him how, just a few days ago, a 13-year-old had a great time fucking me, but I decide to keep my mouth shut and just wait and see what he does.

Without saying anything else, Dontrell spreads my butthole open, I guess to see just how "destroyed" it is. When I hear him sniffing it, my heart starts beating a little faster. I flinch when I feel something wet poke inside me!

"Oooooh!" I moan, as Dontrell starts tonguing my butthole. Just like he was with me, I'm kinda nervous about him licking me back there, because when I took a shit this morning, I was rushing to get outta the bathroom, so I wouldn't hold my parents up from leaving, and I know I didn't wipe too good. But since he didn't seem to mind sucking on his finger after he pulled it outta my butt, I'm guessing he doesn't mind licking up whatever I missed.

After at least a couple of minutes of not only tongue-fucking my butthole but also rimming it and sucking on it, Dontrell finishes off by pushing a big blob of spit in it. I turn my head just in time to see him spit in his hand and start lubing up his cock, adding to whatever spit of mine is still on it. When he sees me watching, he smiles.

"Since you pretty open back there already, this should be good enough for me to get it in you. But if it start hurtin', let me know and I'll put some grease on it too, okay?"

Again I just nod, though, really, I should tell him how much I appreciate that he's concerned about me, being that his dad certainly wasn't the first time he fucked me. But all I do is turn my head away again and close my eyes. Holding on to my hips, Dontrell nestles the head of his cock against my butthole and begins to push, increasing the pressure little by little. I help him by pushing out, like I'm trying to shit, and seconds later--bingo!--it slips right inside me, making me gasp.

"You okay, shorty?"

"Uh-huh," I grunt, trying not to move a muscle at this point.

"I'm gonna start off slow then speed up, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

As

Dontrell proceeds to push the rest of his cock inside me, I keep expecting him to hit bottom any second. But to my surprise, his cock keeps making its way further and further up my butt until I swear it's further inside me than even his dad's cock gets! At the same time, because it's not as fat as his dad's, it's not over-stretching my rectum, so I'm not feeling much pain at all. Finally I feel Dontrell's pubes pressing up against my butt cheeks.

"Okay, shorty, I'm all the way in," he announces, his voice straining as his cock pulsates inside me. "That shit feel GOOD too. Tight and hot. So how it feel to you?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I respond.

"I'm guessin' that means GOOD in shorty language," he says, laughing.

Instead of pulling out again right away, Dontrell just stays there, I guess enjoying the snugness of a butthole he thought wouldn't be so snug. At the same time, I'm enjoying that feeling of fullness I like so much when a big cock is up my butt. In fact, I wish we could just stay like this for a while. But even though he just emptied his balls down my throat, I know that Dontrell's teen hormones are quickly filling them up again, bringing him right back to being super-horny, and I'm more than ready for him to hump my hiney and pump that fresh load of butt babies deep in my bowels.

About two seconds after I think that, I feel Dontrell pulling his cock out of me. I squeeze my sphincter to make the going out part as tight as the going in, and when I hear Dontrell moan, I know it's working.

When all but the head of Dontrell's cock is out of me, he gets a tighter grip on my hips and immediately pushes inside me again, all the way to his balls. After that he picks it up--in and out, in and out, a little faster each time--until he's plowing my poop chute at a nice steady pace.

"GodDAMN, shorty," Dontrell says, "you got some GOOD fuckin' booty! And now that I busted that first nutt, I'll be able to relax and enjoy it awhile."

That makes TWO of us, I say to myself :-). I just hope he doesn't fuck me so long that all the spit in my butthole dries up, because as much as I enjoy a little pain when I'm getting rammed in the rear, that kind of pain can be uncomfortable. But as Dontrell gets into a rhythm, there seems to be less friction instead of more, which means his cock is spitting out gobs of precum with every stroke, totally lubing up my turd tunnel, allowing both of us a nice smooth ride.

But this ride is starting to get bumpy, as Dontrell gets an even tighter grip on me and fucks me even harder, huffing out a "Nngh!" every time he sticks it to me. It's okay, though. Like I said, I kinda like it rough, but it's almost like he's turned into his dad, and that both scares me and turns me on. And when he picks up the pace even more, slamming into me so hard that he drives my head into the back pillow of the couch, I have a feeling some name-calling is about to follow.

"Yeah, take that dick right up your white fuckin' ass, you little bitch!" Dontrell growls. "Is this how my freaky father be fuckin' you?!"

"Uh-huh!" I gasp.

"You like that rough stuff, don't you?!"

"Uh-huh!"

"'Cause that shit be hurtin' GOOD, right?!"

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly I get it. This is payback. Dontrell and his brothers probably like it rough too, since that's how they've been getting it all their lives--that is, until their dad got married and now, all of a sudden, all that heavy-duty fucking flew right out their window and right in mine. All because a certain little blue-eyed blond boy with a pale little butt came between them and their "freaky father." So, naturally, that blond bitch needs to be punished. And what better way to make him pay than by having the oldest son fuck the shit out of him all weekend? That would make the blond bitch's butthole even MORE loosey-goosey, maybe TOO loosey-goosey for their dad to enjoy, forcing him to go back to fucking their black bubble butts.

On the other hand, it could simply be a case of teenage rebellion. After all, what better way to rebel than by agreeing to babysit his dad's blond bitch then fucking the shit out of him all weekend? Still payback, just a different way. Either way, I figure, I win by getting my butt banged by a beautiful black teen cock, and right now that beautiful black teen cock is about to blow.

"SHIT!! FUCK!!" Dontrell screams as he pulls my hips back and shoves his cock as far up my butt as he can get it. "Take my nutt right up that white fuckin' ass, you fuckin' pussy!"

As Dontrell trembles against me, I feel his cock throbbing away in my rectum, pumping me full of his butt babies, breeding me, and turning me on so much that I can't help cumming too, gasping as my cock spits out a stream of sperm on the seat cushion. No, it's not the kind of super-intense orgasm like the one I had when I came in Dontrell's mouth, but it's still pretty awesome.

"GodDAMN, shorty!" Dontrell says as he tries to catch his breath. "Your asshole might be wrecked, but that shit is tight as FUCK!"

Though I'm happy to hear him say this, I get the feeling that even if I had the loosiest-goosiest butthole in the whole wide world, he still woulda fucked me. If for no other reason than the satisfaction of making a move on his dad's blond bitch. Just thinking about that makes me smile, and I'm already trying to figure out a way we can continue to hook up after this long weekend is over. I imagine Dontrell dropping by every day after school and fucking me silly before my mom gets home from work. If he could do that, along with my dirty daddy continuing to fuck me in the middle of the night, I could permanently retire the handle of my hairbrush from butthole duty :-)!

While I fantasize about this, Dontrell quietly stands behind me, still breathing hard and his cock still buried inside me to the balls and pulsating as my butthole spasms in response, kinda like they're talking to each other. Finally I feel a little tug as he begins to pull out, slowly withdrawing his cock until only the head is in me.

"Now when I pull it out," he tells me, "close your asshole up real tight, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He tugs one more time, and the head of his cock pops out of my anus with a sharp sucking sound. Right away I squeeze my sphincter shut, and though my butthole might be wrecked, I'm still able to tighten it up enough to hold in every drop of Dontrell's spunk.

"Good," Dontrell says.

When I glance back, I see him squatting down, his face no more than an inch from my butt.

"No, don't look," he says, so I turn my head away and close my eyes. "Now when I say 'go,' push out as hard as you can, like you takin' a shit, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, GO!"

Before I can do anything, though, Dontrell suprises me by sealing his lips over my butthole! Right after that, I push hard, and a muffled cumfart bubbles outta my butthole and straight into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Dontrell moans, clutching my butt cheeks.

I keep pushing, and I can feel the shitload of cum he shot in me steadily streaming out. I know there must be some shit mixed in with all that cum, but Dontrell doesn't seem to mind one bit, which certainly makes him a LOT different from Rico, who hated having shitty splooge pooped in his mouth.

"Okay, NOW you can look," Dontrell mumbles, sounding like he has a mouth full of marbles.

When I look back this time, he's sitting back with his mouth open in a big "O" with a puddle of yellowish cum sitting inside it. Even though seeing this is, of course, not new for me, I still wrinkle my nose. Somehow shitting that slimy mess in my cute black stepbrother's mouth is very different from shitting it in Rico's. But Dontrell reacts to my frown with a smile, curling his lips up as much as he can without accidentally spilling anything.

"Now watch," he says.

Staring straight at me the whole time, Dontrell closes his mouth and swallows, his adam's apple moving up and down, then he opens his mouth as wide as possible and sticks out his tongue to show me it's all gone. I wrinkle my nose again, but this time I follow it with a smile.

After licking his lips, he says, "Now turn back around, so I could clean you up."

I turn away from him again, close my eyes again, and wait. First I feel his big hands on my butt, rubbing it then slapping it a few times, only not so hard this time. Then I feel him pulling my butthole open followed by his hot breath on it. Finally he sticks his tongue as far inside my hole as he can get it, and I hear myself gasping as it again works its magic on my poop chute. Again he takes his time, reaming me out for several minutes before finally stopping.

"Damn, shorty," Dontrell says breathing hard. "Just eatin' your ass done got me horny all over again. And I think I want me another piece of that sweet vanilla booty-cake. But I want it different this time."

I turn my head to look at him again. "Different how?"

"I'll show you, but it'll be better if we do it in your room."

"Okay," I say.

Hopping off the couch, I lead the way to my bedroom, but it feels weird because the only one who ever fucked me there is my dirty daddy. So it's kinda like Dontrell is invading his territory. But that's probably why he wants to do it there. It'll be like we're cheating on his dad in the worst possible way by fucking in the bed that me and him share. But the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. After all, my dirty daddy certainly didn't hesitate to cheat on my mom; and being that he's such a horndog for boy booty, he could be cheating on me too at this very moment. I can easily imagine him ducking out on my mom and grandparents, hooking up with some stray white boy, and fucking the shit outta him in the car.

Anyways, once we're in my room, Dontrell slams the door shut. I turn around to ask him why he closed it, since we're alone in the apartment, but before I can say anything, he smirks and gives me a little shove, causing me to stumble back and drop down on my bed.

"Lay down," he says. I start to turn around to lay on my stomach, but before I can, he says, "No, not like that. Face up...and put your arms back."

After giving him a little look, I stretch out on my back, putting my arms up and behind me, right near the headboard. It's like I'm in a pose of total surrender, surrending my nekkid little body to whatever he's planning to do "different" to it.

Apparently satisfied with my position, Dontrell smiles and jumps on top of me, pressing his knees into my sides, pinning my wrists to the mattress, and leaning over until our faces are almost touching.

"See? This is how I'd fuck you if you was a bitch," he says, staring deep into my eyes.

At first I just stare back at him, but then I smile and hear myself say, "But I AM a bitch. YOUR bitch."

He laughs and says, "Yeah, that's true. And since you are, you know what else I'm gonna do?"

I shake my head.

"This!" he says.

The next thing I know, Dontrell's lips are plastered over mine, completely covering my mouth. He pushes a big blob of spit in my mouth and sticks his tongue damn near down my throat. The kiss is so sexy that it feels like my whole body is melting under him and my cock instantly gets hard again. Even though I prefer the rough stuff, I have to admit this tender stuff turns me on almost as much, mainly because the sane part of me gets to join in the fun instead of sitting on the sidelines.

Soon Dontrell lets go of my wrists and somehow maneuvers us around until my legs are on his shoulders, all without breaking our kiss! I can feel the head of his super-hard cock pressing against my butthole. He eases his hips forward, and it slips right inside me. But instead of stopping, this time he keeps going, slowly pushing, making me moan, until all eight inches are stuffed in my shitter. After that, everything stops except the smooching, as Dontrell's cock throbs inside me and my butthole responds by pulsating around it.

As we continue to kiss and cuddle, I put my arms around Dontrell's neck. Right now I'm feeling less like his bitch and more like his boo. I imagine us being on a date. He takes me to the movies, and the two of us sit close together in the dark, all hugged up as he feeds me popcorn. We don't spend much time watching what's on the screen because we're too busy kissing, just like we're doing now, and the whole world slowly disappears around us....

But the reality of where we are snaps right back the moment Dontrell starts moving his hips, slowly pulling his cock out of my butthole, taking his sweet time until only the head is still inside me. Then, seconds later, he just as slowly pushes his cock back inside me all the way to his balls. Over and over again he does this. Deliberately holding himself back as he continues to ream out my mouth with his tongue while I suck up his spit. Yeah, he's still being tender and loving, but little by little I feel him changing. As much as he may not want to, he can't help giving in to his teenage hormones and his "freaky father" genes, so I know the rough stuff is right around the corner.

Of course, I'm right. Not even a minute later, Dontrell is slamming into me so hard that it's knocking the wind out of me. In other words, I've gone back to being his bitch. And even though my poor little butt will be black and blue by the time he's done with me, it's exactly what I want from my handsome stepbrother, exactly what I NEED, because it's what I'm used to.

Unfortunately, there's no way Dontrell can keep up such a crazy pace, especially after all the slow fucking he did at first, which was more like edging. So I'm not surprised when I feel and hear those telltale signs that tell me he's about to blow his wad.

"SHIT!! FUCK!!" he screams. Laying down hard on me, he presses my knees into my chest, mashing me into the mattress as he shoves his cock as far inside me as he can. "I'm gonna nutt! Take it right up your fuckin' ass, you little pussy!"

The combination of Dontrell's weight on top of me, his hot breath in my face, and his big teen cock throbbing in my butthole are too much for me, and right in the middle of him pumping me full of butt babies, I lose it, moaning as I spurt a tiny stream of cum on my tummy.

As we both wind down, I go back to being Dontrell's boo, as we start kissing again, this time taking turns spitting in each other's mouths and sucking on each other's tongues. After no more than a couple of minutes of smooching, I can't believe Dontrell's cock is getting hard all over again! But there's no doubt about it, 'cause I can feel it stretching my rectum. Seconds later, he breaks our kiss and smiles at me.

"GodDAMN, shorty! Not even a REAL bitch be gettin' me as horny as YOU do! So you ready to get that cute little white ass fucked again?"

"...umm...I think so," I say.

"Well, ready or not, here I cum--again," Dontrell says.

Before I know what's happening, he puts his arms around me and rolls us over, so now I'm on top and he's on the bottom with his cock still up my butt. Naturally I'm thinking that, like with Mr. Cheng and Rico, he wants me to do the work by bouncing on top of him. But right away Dontrell grabs my butt cheeks and starts lifting his hips, stuffing his hard-on all the way inside me. It reminds me of the Double-Daddy-Duff-Stuffer, the roller coaster of my dream, as his cock plows parts of my rectum that it wasn't able to reach from the other positions, and it's turning me on like crazy.

But it's hard to really enjoy because I keep feeling like I'm gonna fall over to the side or even backwards. So to steady myself, I lean forward and hold on to Dontrell's shoulders, which again puts our faces only inches apart. It's fun just staring at him as he humps my hiney. His eyes are shut tight and he has this real intense look. But every time he sticks it to me, my hair hits him in the face, and after a while he opens his eyes. When he sees me, he smiles, his face relaxes, and we exchange another long sloppy kiss.

This time, though, I'm the one who breaks our kiss, as I sit up and put my hands on Dontrell's arms. Without me even saying anything, he seems to know what I want to do, because right away he stops lifting his hips and I take over by bouncing on top of him.

"Yeah, shorty, ride that dick!" says Dontrell, now holding on to my waist. "Ride it all the way to the fuckin' finish line!"

I like taking the lead like this. I only wish my dirty daddy would let me do it sometimes when we fuck, but he's too much of a control freak, so he always needs to dominate me. And, I mean, that's okay, but I just think he'd like not having to work so hard all the time to get his rocks off.

Anyways, after several minutes of bouncing on Dontrell's teen cock, I can tell by the look on his face, his short breathing, and his grip on my waist that the finish line is right around the corner, so I step up my pace. When I hear him gasp, I sit down on his cock as hard as I can as he holds on tight to my waist and lifts his hips right up off the bed, burying his boner in my butthole.

"SHIT!! FUCK!!" Dontrell once again yells, trembling. "Yeah, shorty, take my fuckin' nutt!"

Despite Dontrell's words, I'm pretty sure his cock is just going through the motions. After all, he already came several times today, including just a few minutes ago, so I figure he can't possibly be planting even MORE seed in my butt so soon. But I swear I feel something surging into my shitter! That's when my nasty libido reminds me that this is my dirty daddy's dirty son--Super Stud Jr.--so I shouldn't be surprised that his big juicy balls managed to cook up a new batch of baby batter super-fast. Of course, just the feeling of his big teen cock throbbing away in my butthole is enough to set me off and, moaning, I have another orgasm. But being that I'm not a super-stud like him, my balls are empty, so my cock truly IS just going through the motions, twitching its way to a dry cum.

Meanwhile, Stud Boy is already urging me to turn around so he can take back what he just gave me, however much it is. But when I do, instead of attacking my butthole with his tongue again, he tells me to squat over his face and shit the load into his mouth. It's weird because it's like he read my mind as far as me wanting to actually see just how much cum he pumped in my butt, so he wants me to feed him in a way where I can do just that.

Anyways, I do like Dontrell says, then bend over as far as I can, so I can look between my legs at his face. When our eyes meet, I smile and give him a little wave. He smiles back then opens his mouth wide, which is my signal to start feeding him. It starts out just like it did before, with a big wet nasty fart bubbling outta my butthole. But it's not just noise, as a long slimy strand of semen suddenly appears from between my butt cheeks, heading straight for Dontrell's mouth.

"Yeah, shorty, gimme that shitty fuckin' nutt!" he says, as we both stare at the long slimy glob, which just hangs there for several long seconds, half way between my butthole and Dontrell's mouth. Finally, I flex my anal sphincter, and it gets going again, drooping lower and lower until it touches Dontrell's outstretched tongue, upon which he quickly slurps it up and opens his mouth again.

But I still doubt there's much more. So I'm surprised again when, after another long wet fart, more cum dribbles outta me, only this time it's not just a strand but a steady stream that keeps coming until it forms a little puddle on Dontrell's tongue. When it's just about to drip off, he slurps it up then opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out again just in time to catch the next slimy glob. I go from being surprised to amazed when this happens three more times before I'm finally empty. After that, Dontrell pulls on my hips, urging me to sit on his face. I do and he sticks his tongue up my butt and reams me out like I've never been reamed out before--I mean, except for the last time he did it :-).

Anyways, once Dontrell has made sure that I have the cleanest butthole on the planet, he gives it a final little kiss. I lift up, turn around, and snuggle up next to him.

"Whew!" he sighs, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Well, I don't know about you, shorty, but I'm ready to eat--I mean, somethin' other than your butt and my nutt," he adds chuckling. "So I'm gonna go ahead and order the pizza. So what you want on it?"

I tell him sausage, pepperoni, and extra cheese. He just looks at me for a second then smiles and says, "Okay." I'm wondering what that little hesitation was all about, but I let it go. Anyways, he orders and we play video games while we wait. Dontrell SWEARS that when the delivery guy gets here, he's gonna go to the door butt nekkid. But when the doorbell rings, he chickens out and puts on his bathrobe.

I'm guessing the sex made both of us extra hungry, because we practically inhale five slices of a large pie--two for me, three for him--along with several cans of soda pop. Afterwards we just lay sprawled out on the couch together like two stuffed pigs laying in the mud. At first we take turns burping, but pretty soon I hear a stomach growling, and it slowly gets louder and louder, till it's more like a rumble. I know it's not me, and Dontrell is acting like he doesn't even hear it. Finally he sucks his teeth and mumbles "shit."

"Yo, shorty, I gotta confess somethin' to you. When you said you wanted extra cheese on the pizza, I started to say no. I mean, I like extra cheese too, but I don't usually get it 'cause I'm lactose intolerant, and eatin' a lot of cheese fucks up my stomach. But since you wanted it, I got it anyway, 'cause I figured you wouldn't mind smellin' my farts."

I respond by frowning, wrinkling up my nose as much as possible, trying to convince him that the idea of having to smell his funky farts is a turn-off. But I know that Dontrell knows better, so as much as I try to hide it, the excitement I feel just thinking about getting farted in the face by my handsome black stepbrother forces a smile through my fake frown. Of course Dontrell picks up on this and returns my smile with one of his own.

"Matter of fact," he says, "I think I feel one comin' right now."

Taking that as my cue, I maneuver myself around until my face is in Dontrell's crotch. When he pulls his legs back, I stick my nose right in his butthole. Not two seconds later, a huge fart explodes out of it, blasting hot stinkiness all in my nostrils.

"FUCK!" Dontrell yells, grabbing the back of my head, pressing my face tight into his ass crack. "Yeah, shorty, smell that fuckin' fart! Breathe that shit in!"

I do, loudly sniffing his ass gas while trying hard not to cough from the shitty odor.

"Yeah, that's good," he moans. "Now stay right there, 'cause here come another one."

Sure enough Dontrell's butthole puckers against my nose, and this time a long, low fart bubbles out, straight into my nostrils again, and once more I breathe it in like a good little bottom, even though it stinks even worse than the first one. I don't hear any more stomach noises, so I figure he's done for now, but when I try to lift my head, he pushes it back down.

"No, not yet. I'm still a little gassy. But this time press your lips over my asshole."

I smile. The last time I heard those words was in the fuck room, when my dirty daddy told Rico to do that to him and he farted such a big one in Rico's birthday boy mouth that he started coughing, which made my dirty daddy laugh. Now his son wants to do the same thing to me. The big difference is that, unlike Rico, I want it as much as he does. So I don't hesitate to seal my lips right over Dontrell's butthole, and he doesn't hesitate to fart right in my mouth, filling it with another blast of hot stinky air. Somehow I actually manage to swallow it, only to burp it right back up again. That's when the smell hits my nose, which makes me frown for real this time, being that it's the stinkiest fart yet.

"So, shorty, how'd it taste?"

"Kinda nasty," I admit. But in spite of the terrible smell, I sniff it anyway, frowning the whole time.

"In other words, just the way you like it, right?"

"Right," I say, giggling. For a hot second, the sane part of me shows up to tell me how fucked up I am to admit getting turned on from eating and smelling a black kid's farts. But then that other part of me smacks the sane part on the head and tells it to get a sense of humor.

"I think that's it for right now," Dontrell says. "But believe me, there's a LOT more where that came from, but it's gonna take a while to finish making its way outta me. I just wanted to let you know in case you was thinkin' I ran outta gas."

His word play makes me giggle again, and I start thinking about other nasty games we can play. But then Dontrell takes the ball right out of my hands, but he doesn't seem to even know it.

"Well, shorty, farting in your face was fun, but now I gotta piss like a motherfucker," Dontrell announces, getting up off the couch.

Of course my heart starts racing again because, being that this is the son of my dirty daddy, I'm expecting his next words to be, "So open up your mouth, shorty." That's why I'm more than a little surprised when, instead, he says, "Where's the bathroom at?"

He's serious. There's not even the hint of a smirk or evil smile. That's when I realize that as down and dirty as his dad got with him and his brothers, there were certain things he obviously didn't share with them. For a hot second, I feel special again, knowing that my dirty daddy is at his dirtiest only with me. Then again, I'm thinking, maybe he just reserves the extracurricular nastiness for white boys. Whatever the case, the question for me is if it's something I want to keep between just me and him.

Naturally the sane part of me thinks it is, that drinking piss is disgusting, so I should be a good boy, direct Dontrell to the bathroom, and let it go. But that crazy insane part of me insists that sharing is good, and for all I know, my dirty daddy could at this very moment be feeding his "nigger piss" to that same stray white boy I imagined he picked up in West Bumblefuck. So instead of pointing down the hall, I find myself squatting down and pointing somewhere else--namely at my mouth, which I open as wide as I can. When Dontrell sees this, not only does his mouth drop open as wide as mine, but his eyes pop open too. The look on his face is priceless :-)!

"What the--?! You mean, you want me to go in your MOUTH?!"

I nod.

"GodDAMN, shorty! You just FULL of fuckin' surprises, ain't you!"

I nod again and smile with my mouth still wide open, thrilled that I was able to shock my handsome stepbrother by introducing him to the same nasty little game his dad introduced me to.

"Well, I hope you thirsty, toilet boy, 'cause I got about a gallon of piss for you."

Stepping up to my face like he's stepping up to a urinal, Dontrell aims his cock at my mouth and lets go. His piss rushes out so fast that it foams up in my mouth, damn near flooding it in about two seconds. But I catch up with his heavy stream by quickly swallowing at the back of my throat, just in time to keep it from overflowing. It's strong and tangy, and, of course, as soon as he starts pissing, he also starts farting again, as the extra-cheesy pizza continues to fuck with his guts, so my nose is treated to several more blasts of his stinky teen ass gas, the fumes surrounding my head like a cloud.

"Shit, shorty, I wish I woulda known before I came over that you liked drinkin' piss," Dontrell says, stroking my head as he continues to pee in my mouth. "'Cause I had to go REAL bad after basketball practice, and I coulda held till I got over here and gave it to you."

While I appreciate his thoughtfulness, I don't really mind missing out. After all, when he first got here, I wasn't sure he'd even have sex with me, much less if he'd do something as nasty as take a piss in my mouth, so he woulda ended up peeing in the toilet anyway. I'm just happy that from now until he leaves, he won't be wasting any more of it that way.

Anyways, when Dontrell's stream finally starts to slow down, I lift up a little and gently wrap my lips around the head of his cock, taking his piss directly in my mouth so I won't miss one drop. Finally there's just a dribble, but Dontrell has to force out the last of it in squirts because having his cock in my mouth made him hard again. So as I lick his piss slit, I pretty much know what's gonna happen next. Sure enough he grabs my head and starts fucking my mouth almost as hard as his dad does.

"Yeah, TAKE it, you little pervert!" Dontrell growls. "Take that dick right down your fuckin' throat!"

Now he's being so rough that I have to hold on to his legs to keep him from knocking me over, but the combination of his crotch crashing against my face, his balls bouncing off my chin, his cock plunging down my throat, and, of course, the name-calling has me hot as hell.

"Nngh! Nngh! Yeah!" Dontrell shouts as he pulls my face into his pubes. "Swallow my fuckin' nutt, you little piss-drinkin' pussy!"

Again, I can't help doing what he says, as his teen seed is again spurting straight down my throat and into my tummy. I also can't help getting so turned on by it that I cum without even touching myself, my cock spitting out a thin stream of semen right on the carpet.

Afterwards, me and Dontrell kiss again, sprawl out on the couch again, and turn on the TV to watch one of those cheesy Friday night horror movies. But just as we're getting into it, the landline rings. Of course it's my mom. (Yeah, she could've called Dontrell's phone to check on us, but I'm guessing she called the landline to make sure I was really in the house and that he hadn't kidnapped me or something :-).) Anyways, she asks how I'm doing and if Dontrell is treating me good. I assure her that he is--though I don't tell her HOW good :-)!--and she goes on to tell me how Grandma and Grandpa and my dirty daddy are all getting along "fabulously" and that even though she regrets leaving her "little man" behind, she's glad they made the trip. Then she asks to speak to Dontrell.

I hand him the phone, and all I hear is "Uh-huh," "Uh-huh," "Okay," "Yes, M'am," "Sure," "You got it," "See you Sunday," and "Bye bye."

When he hangs up, he looks at me and says, "Well, shorty, your mom said I should sleep in the guest bedroom." But then he gives me one of his sneaky, evil little smiles and adds, "But I'm thinkin' we should BOTH sleep in her and my dad's bed. That way we can fuck till we pass out, and you can smell the rest of my pizza farts. So what you think about that?"

"I think it's AWESOME!" I say, grinning. "And can we sleep nekkid?"

"Of course," says Dontrell. "Matter of fact, let's make it a rule: No pajamas allowed while they're gone, okay?"

"Okay!" I couldn't be any happier! The idea that me and my handsome teenage stepbrother are gonna be spending the night together nekkid in my mom's king-sized bed is SO much more than I could ever have hoped for when I found out that he would be my sitter. And getting my butt fucked while smelling his stinky farts all night is an extra-special treat.

So we go in my mom's room, jump in her bed, and snuggle up under the covers to finish watching "Son of Kong" on her big-screen TV. Every now and again, Dontrell does the "dutch oven" thing by farting and pushing my head under the covers, giving my nose the full impact of his funky fumes. Naturally, this winds up making us both horny again, but this time Dontrell wants me to just ignore him while he plays with me, like I'm more interested in the movie than in what he's doing to me. So I lay down on my stomach with my hands under my chin half-watching the TV while Dontrell does all kinds of shit to me, including feeling me up, slapping my butt, spreading my cheeks, and fingering my butthole, and the whole time I never react or say one word.

After fooling around with my butt for several minutes, Dontrell finally climbs on top of me. At first, he just slides his cock up and down my butt crack. But once it's super-hard, he can't hold back anymore, and the second an earthquake hits Skull Island, his cock hits my butthole. Although he told me to pay him no mind, it's hard to ignore the delicious feeling of his big black cock sinking into my shitter, so all I can do is try not to moan too loud. But when he starts fucking me, I totally forget my role in our sex play--closing my eyes, lifting my butt to meet his down-strokes, and never finding out if King Kong's son survived as Skull Island crumbled around him.

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