SWAPPING SONS by bawdypen
Jonathan Baxter fidgeted, tingling with nervous anticipation as he sat on one of the wealthy man's sofa, sipping his recently refreshed drink and watching the man calmly begin to disrobe in the armchair across from him. It was a sight stimulating enough to keep him from surveying the breath-taking furnishings in the massive high-beamed living room.
"Magnificent stroke of luck to find a kindred spirit at the L.A. meeting." The man grinned, lifting a leg to slide his trousers off. "And such a handsome one, too, Jonathan. I'm so pleased you agreed to accompany me on the flight home and allow me to repay you for your hospitality last evening. It was incredibly wicked and so deliciously lewd! Come, strip, and we'll see if I can match your generosity."
"It was fucking hot, alright, Roger!" Jonathan gushed, eyeing the man's already stiff, massively thick erection while tearing at his own clothes. "I was just amazed at how well it went."
Soon they were staring across at each other, breathlessly eager, openly stroking themselves to a fever pitch that began instantly. The events of the prior evening at Jonathan's house, the anxious flight from L.A. to Portland, and the expectations of Roger's soon-to-be-fulfilled promise had their cocks semi- hard and leaking all day.
"You did enjoy my fat cock plowing your ass, didn't you?" Roger winked at him.
"God, did I! What a fuck. I hope you're going to screw me again with that club. Oh, yes!"
"Most definitely, my friend," Roger chuckled. "At 32 you still have a teenager's sweet, tight bottom. But we'll save that for later, right? Along with some hot cocksucking beforehand." He reached over and pressed a button on a nearby intercom. "Now, before we pop our nuts too soon..."
He spoke into the unit. "Carlton, our guest is ready. Please come in and join us." He smiled brightly, settled deeper into the plush cushions and spread his thighs apart.
Jonathan chewed his lower lip, turning toward the foyer after hearing a distant door open and close. He was more neverous than he could recall ever being. He gasped loudly, his mouth falling open in total joy. It was much more than he'd dare hope for. His prick nearly burst a load...untouched! He could only let out low, gutteral moans of lust as the angelic creature sauntered across the room toward them.
Completely nude, longish blond hair to his shoulders, the gorgeous 12-year-old lad unashamedly riveted his gaze to Jonathan's naked body and exposed privates. Almost as if he had no control to do otherwise, he also stole small glimpses at Roger's familiar body...the glint in his eyes registering obvious admiration and delight. He stopped before them, only the slightest blush coloring his peachy cheeks as his and Jonathan's eyes met.
"Carleton, this is our special guest, Mr. Baxter."
"Hello, Mr. Baxter," the child stretched out his long, skinny arm.
"H-hello, Carlton," Jonathan gushed, taking the offered hand. "My, you are quite something, young man."
"Thanks," the boy chuckled, spinning around in a seductive tease. He knew his little pecker wouldn't be the man's chief delight. Nor his tiny nuts, which, of course, had still not grown a hair. Very subtly he made his buttocks tense and bounce. Jonathan could tell the boy was a novice at it, but his attempts to act sexy and innocent were quite effective...even when he finally began to giggle.
"Father says my bottom is like a ripe peach..." He twisted his mouth up and glanced over at the masturbating man, proudly enjoying Jonathan's appreciative reaction, "and any man in his right mind would want to eat it!"
He chuckled, turning back at the nude stranger with an intense gaze.
"Do you want to eat my ass, Mr. Baxter?" It was direct, taunting, without any hint of sarcasm.
Jonathan gulped. "You bet I do, Angelbutt! Spin around again and lemme see. Oh, God, that's so luscious, Roger! I can't wait to bury my nose between those creamy cupcakes. You...you won't mind my doing that, I hope, will you, Carlton?" Jonathan was no child molestor on the back-alley circuit. Boys had to be willing, nasty and discrete or he had no interest...and no erection, caused by fear and guilt. But a dirty boy who enjoyed being nasty made him a groveling slave, eager to perform any degenerate act the lad could dream up.
"Of course not, Mr. Baxter," the boy smiled. "Dad sucks on my asshole all the time. Even at weird times!" He shot his grinning parent an accusingly coy reprimand. "Do you enjoy licking dirty butts like he does? He said on the phone when he called from the plane how he met you and went goo-goo over the photo of your son. How old is he, Mr. Baxter, and did Father really do all the disgusting things he said he did with him? You're friends cause you eat out your own son's ass, too, hunh?"
"I certainly do, Carlton. He's beautiful, just like you. He's 11. Can't shoot yet, but he loves sucking on my big prick and drinking my juice. He's a horny little devil and even licks my asshole cause I go wild watching him do it. Tell me, Carlton, do you rim?"
"Well," he shrugged, lowering his eyes for a moment, "sometimes. But Father's anus is so hairy...and he likes keeping it dirty. When it's like that I do enjoy rubbing my nose in there and sniffing it, but I don't go for that taste yet. Not like HE does! Do you keep your anus clean, Mr. Baxter? I would like to try it on somebody else who's sorta..." he stared at the spot beneath Jonathan's lazy balls.
Jonathan grinned and lifted them, hiking his hips to show the boy his asshole.
"Usually, yes I do. In fact, you see I shave it. Bobby likes it that way. He likes poking his tongue up my hole and acting sluttish, but he's like you. He hasn't yet learned to enjoy the smell of an unwashed butthole."
"Oh, I like the smell!"
"Speaking of unwashed buttholes," Roger enquired of the boy, questioningly.
"You know me, Father," the child declared with a hint of arrogance as he put a finger back there and lightly stroked across his anus, "two turds since you've been gone and no wiping!"
He stretched his arm out and met Mr. Baxter's eager face halfway. The instant he realized the boy was about to allow him the pleasure of sniffing the aroma, his upper body shot forward--nostrils flaring! He breathed in the lad's stinky fragrance over and over, shamelessly savoring the spicy tang while looking up at the boy's unsurprised, slightly smirking grin.
"Okay," he softly answered the man's silent request and poked his fingertip between Jonathan's anxious lips. "Father, he's as bad as you...just like you said. Mr. Baxter seems to like the taste of my dirty butthole."
"I've no doubt," Roger said. "He's a disgusting, shit- licking pervert, son. Just like your dear dad. Come, sit on my lap and we'll watch him totally debase himself."
Eagerly, Carlton walked over and backed into Roger's lap and layed back against his father's chest, both giggling at how the naked child hadn't been able to resist first bending over to get a good lick and suck on the man's turgid, sticky cock knob.
Jonathan, leaning forward, had both hands in his crotch playing with himself to relieve some of the itch in his sweating balls and leaking cock. His crazed expression was just the response his teasers wanted. Roger slipped his large hands down and cupped the boy's marshmallow-soft bottom.
Carlton responded by flinging his slender legs up and wide, then back until his entire anal region was fully exposed... lewdly, enticingly, proudly exposed. Only a young kid could look so thoroughly obscene in such a scandalously vulgar pose! Jonathan licked his lips and trembled at the magnificently delectable sight as the boy wantonly offered his lightly- browned, greasy asscrack.
"Go on, son," Roger encouraged. "Tell our guest the rules in this house...and that if he doesn't obey your every request we'll have to escort him to the door."
"You don't want to leave, do you, Mr. Baxter?" the boy taunted.
Jonathan, speechless, shook his head emphatically and slid from the couch, crawling toward them.
"Not before you lick my naughty bum off, right? Come on, crawl over here and smell my rearend. You like boys' smelly butts, don't you? And one like mine--a raunchy, dirty one-- makes you wanna just clean it, hunh? Go ahead and smell me down there, Mr. Baxter. I'll tell you when you can start licking my crap off. Then you can suck out my shitty asshole."
"AH!!! OOOH!!" Jonathan gasped between excited intakes of the boy's heady stink. His tongue, meanwhile, waiting for permission to lick, was swiping over Roger's dripping cockhead sticking out from beneath the sassy bottom. A two-day crust of dried shit circled the precious anus, giving it a mature, raunchy aroma that sent sparks ricocheting through Jonathan's addled brain. Even Bobby had never gotten this ripe and pungent. Oh, yes, he would enjoy this return of hospitality.
Even more than the overwhelming ecstasy Roger said he'd experienced the night before with Jonathan and his son in L.A....a volcanic two hours of debauchery in the Baxter's refurbished garage that culminated in his devouring every speck of the dark-haired 11-year-old's zesty, flavorful shit when Bobby told him to open up cause he was gonna climb over and sit on his face! He'd added it was okay...he shits in his daddy's mouth all the time. Now his Pop could see somebody else do it, and what a perv they look like doing it! "But if you don't wanna eat it, at least let Pop see ya suck my turd!"
Roger'd been more than obedient. He'd gorged himself on the foul-mouthed boy's healthy turd. It was so pretty and thick he couldn't resist the juicy thing. He shot a big wad in Bobby's face, yet still layed there nursing the boypoop as Jonathan's face suddenly appeared above. He sucked turd, staring at the younger man drilling his tongue up his son's rectum, carefully licking up leftover shit from between his anal wrinkles til the jewel sparkled like a fresh, young, pink rosette!
Now Roger was enjoying the sight of watching Jonathan lapping up and down his son's filthy asscrack with as much, or more, fervor. He whispered in Carlton's ear.
"Oh, that feels so good, Mr. Baxter! Stick your tongue in! OH, I'M GONNA SHIT! EAT MY TURD, MR. BAXTER! EAT IT!!"
"Attach your mouth to his ass, Jonathan," Roger growled, slumping the boy lower and doubling him up even more so he could see better. "Eat my kid's sweet, juicy turd. Chew it. Out of his asshole right down your throat. SHIT IN HIS MOUTH, BOY! YEAH! OH, GAWD, MY COCK'S GONNA SHOOT! UHHH, UHHH...." he flung his own legs over the armrests, "AWW, SCREW IT!!"
Just as Carlton's anus snapped open and popped a dark junior delight directly between Jonathan's hungry lips, Roger's prick sprayed gushing spurts of white lava under his chin and around his mouth. Jonathan moaned, eating the boy's shit and sucking his ass. But that was hardly disgusting to them. In fact, the truly gross part of the action went unseen by everyone but the nosy butler peeking in the window: the long tube of shit hanging from Roger's rectum. He was so excited he wanted to shit along with his son, so he just flung his legs up and defecated a big snaky turd onto the floor!
They laughed about it. All three got down and sniffed it, but only Roger and Jonathan took a couple of licks on it.
Jonathan came in a 69 with the boy on top. He gratefully took the sweet teenage jizz, rolling it around on his tongue while Carlton sucked his knob. Then Carlton pissed down Jonathan's throat, staying in the same position. Roger licked Carlton's newly-soiled anus, then drank Jonathan's piss.
Carlton rested while watching his father fuck Jonathan up the ass. Jonathan enjoyed it so much he turned around and sucked Roger's smelly cock.
Though only 90% clean, Carlton went ahead and sucked his dad's prick while watching Jonathan's cock screwing his old man's hairy bunghole. He gulped and gulped when the man came. Then he helped hold his dad's legs back as Jonathan sucked his load back out of the mature hole.
On the flight home, Jonathan rested back with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face.
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