Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2019 07:26:10 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Using the Extra Twin

Category:

Incest/Authoritarian

The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or
people. All characters portrayed are over eighteen and you must be eighteen
or older to read it. I use gay slurs because some of my readers find it
hot. If you object to that, then read no further.

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"Using the Extra Twin"

When I was 36, my life was finally settling into place. I had gotten
married and finally received my MBA. The company I was working for was
opening a new branch in Dallas, which meant I could finally get out of
Mississippi. And everything just seemed on the upswing.  Then my wife,
Jessica, found out she was pregnant. Our first thought was abortion, but it
turned out my boss knew the doctor who did her pregnancy test. They were
both typical southern Christians.  We were sort of stuck.  When the baby
was finally due, it turned out to be identical twins.  We calculated the
extra cost and decided to give up one. Saying we lost one also built up a
shit ton of sympathy and we rode it for years to higher promotions.  When I
was 54, we lost my son Jeremy and I decided to try and find his brother.

At 54, I sort of had everything going for me. I had made it to VP of the
energy company I worked for. My wife was on a ton of charity boards and we
even had a reserved booth at the Opera. I made more in a day now than I
used to in a year.  My looks, though, had really started to go. I was still
6'1, but my muscle had a lot of added fat on top of it. I had weighed
myself at 250 last time I got on a scale. I still had most of my hair, but
it was grey. My dick seemed to have even shrunk, but it was at least seven
inches still and nothing to be ashamed of. I wished sometimes I hadn't
gotten so damned hairy. My body was covered in fur.

The first thing I did was hire a private detective to find the boy. It
wasn't anywhere near as hard as they make it. I had a report on my desk in
two weeks.

The family we gave him to had died in a car wreck when he was twelve. Since
then, he'd been floating between foster and group homes. He was still in
Mississippi, a decent sized town called Lorenza.

I watched him for a few days. It was really hard to process.

On the outside, he was physically identical to Jeremy. 5'8, green eyes,
brown hair. He had his smile and eyes. But Jeremy had had braces and Corey
hadn't. Corey also had a swagger Jeremy never had. And Corey was trimmer,
with a more toned and muscular body tanned by the sun. His haircut was also
cheap as fuck.

His clothes, too, were different. He dressed like one of the kids I'd grown
up with. Worn out jeans with boxers showing, shirtless half the time, huge
belt buckles and cowboy boots.

Most of his routine was normal. He would get up, go to high school, and
then hang in the park across from the school before he headed home. But he
also spent way more time than he needed to at the park bathroom. I didn't
know if he was selling drugs there or what, but something was going on.

Finally, I had to investigate. He had walked in around 3 pm and three guys
had come and gone. Two were boys from the school and one was a farmer
type. Real heavyset and in overalls. There was another man in the park
bathroom with him and he'd been in there a while.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

The man smiled as I entered. He was in his thirties and had taken off his
shirt and was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a cowboy hat and had
about two days growth of beard.

His dick was in Corey's mouth.

I guess the cowboy was an exhibitionist because he seemed excited I was
watching. He grabbed the back of Corey's head and started holding it down
balls deep on his dick while Corey gagged and choked. He would let him up
to breathe and slap or spit on him and then do it all over again.  Then his
hips started speed fucking my son's mouth and I could see and hear when he
came. His whole body shook for a second.

Then the cowboy spoke, in a deep voice, and said, "You know the drill
queer. I ain't going nowhere til you swallow every bit of that dick snot."

I watched as Corey gulped, then licked the man's softening prick clean.

After it was clear the man's dick was clean and cum swallowed, the man
pulled a wallet out of his back pocket and handed my son forty dollars.

Corey looked confused, but happy.

Then the cowboy said, "His blowjob is on me, fag."

Then the cowboy buckled up his pants and pulled his shirt on before patting
me on the shoulder and heading out.

The cowboy said to me as he left, "You'll be at least the fifth dick
between those fag's lips today."

If I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have gotten out of
there. But not only did he look like my boy, my wife hadn't touched me
since Jeremy died. I wasn't gay, but I couldn't just turn down a blowjob
either.

Plus, the cowboy had already paid for me.

Corey crawled over to me, in the filthy restroom. I thought of all the
missed Christmases and what a shitty life he must have had.

Then I unzipped my pants.

I had to ask.

I said, "Are you really a faggot?"

Corey shook his head and said, "No, sir, but ain't no jobs here cept
blowjobs. Gotta do what I gotta do."

I nodded.

Then I grabbed him by the ears and pulled his mouth to my hard dick.

Faggot or not, the kid's mouth was heaven. It was warm and wet and he knew
how to work a foreskin.

I kept a firm grip on his ears and used them to fuck his throat back and
forth on my dick. He made hot little choking sounds everytime I got it
balls deep. I could feel his throat muscles convulsing on my cock. The
little fuck never stopped moving his tongue either, running it all around
and inside my dick skin even as he gagged.

I found myself about to nut and had to stop myself.

I let go of his ears and pulled him up to his feet. His head came just
about to my chest.

His face was a sloppy mess.

I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands up and down his chest and
back. Then I pinched his nipples and gave him a titty twister as he winced.

My heart was pounding.

I asked, "How much for a fuck?"

He pulled back a second and said, "I ain't no queer. Never been cornholed,
never will be."

I pulled out my wallet and counted out four hundred dollars. I knew it had
to be a lot of money for a foster kid.

Then I said, "What will make you more of a faggot? A few minutes with one
dick up your ass or eating twenty loads of jizz instead?"

I grabbed him the by the back of the head and kissed him. He didn't move
his tongue back, but didn't stop me either as I undid his cutoffs. He was
wearing Confederate flag briefs and I jerked them down to his knees while
still kissing him.

I broke off the kiss and looked around. The stalls were all falling apart,
but I wasn't sure I wanted an audience if someone came in. I pushed him
towards the last stall. It was right up against the filthy tile wall so I
knew I could fuck him up it without the toilet getting in the way.

I pulled my shirt off and dropped my pants and underwear too so we were
both left there naked, except for my shoes and his boots. Then I shoved one
of my thick fingers up his tight asshole.

He winced and said, "That fucking hurts."

I asked him, "Are you a man or a pussy? If you're a man, shut up and take
it."

He nodded.

I looked at him for a second and thought wtf am I doing? I'm not gay, he
looks like Jeremy. He's my own flesh and blood.

Then I really looked at him.

He wasn't my boy. My boy would never be eating dick in a men's room for
twenty bucks. He wouldn't let some fat old man shove him against a filthy
wall or use his ears as hand holds to fuck his throat.

This kid was a piece of redneck white trash. Redneck trash with what looked
like a fucking tight virgin asshole.

I said, "Tell me you want it, son."

He shook his head and said, "I don't. I tole you I ain't no queer."

I placed my mouth next to his ear and growled, "Tell me you're a worthless
piece of shit faggot and you want my fat old man dick to fuck you up your
tight teenage asshole or I'm walking out of here without giving you a
goddamned penny."

He turned his head and looked at me, then said, "I know I'm trash,
mister. You can cornhole me or whatever you want if that money is really
mine."

I nodded.

Then I shoved him up against the wall and said, "This is gonna hurt."

My dick was already hard from the blowjob. I spit on it to get it slick
again and then aimed for my target. The boy's ass was fucking tight and
tiny and his hole was too tight for a finger to not hurt.

My dick was no finger.

The first thrust and he screamed. Thank God his mouth was muffled by my
hand. I swear I felt his cherry burst on the second thrust. By the third,
he was crying and grunting everytime I rammed my dick in.

Just as hot as the silky grip of his tight asshole around my dick was the
feeling of my fat body slapping against his young tight one.

I wouldn't say it was heaven, but it was better than my wife's pussy or
body had ever felt.

I also got off on the fact I was breaking him. He would always know he was
just a dick ditch from this day on for the rest of his life.

After five minutes, his grunts and moans and screams quieted down and I
noticed him pushing back a little on my dick.

I let go of his mouth and spit in my hand. Then I reached around and felt
his dick, slopping my spit all over it. I gripped it tight and then slammed
my dick in him hard.

His cock was stroked as his body moved back and forth.

This time he moaned from what sounded like pain and pleasure.

I started slamming faster and harder, pounding his body so hard against the
wall I knew it'd leave bruises, while keeping my hand on his dick.

His breathing started getting heavier and he was pushing back against me
and then I felt it. The little shit actually nutted with my dick in him.

Two seconds later, I went with him. His asshole spasmed around my cock and
squeezed out every drop.

I pulled out and looked at my nut dripping from his asshole.

I turned him around and saw his dick and pubes covered in cum.

We must have been caught in the moment because I kissed him again and he
kissed back, his tongue flicking against mine.

Then it hit me. You don't kiss a whore.

I put my hands on his slender little shoulders and pushed him to his
knees. He knelt on the piss covered floor and looked up at me.

I said, "Clean up, then we're done."

He nodded.

First, I shoved my hand in his mouth. It was covered with a mix of my spit
and his cum and precum. I had him suck and lick them clean.

Then, I pulled his head to my dick. It was a mess and I could tell he
wasn't too interested in touching it, much less licking or sucking it.

He looked at me and shook his head. I pulled out another twenty and placed
it next to the four hundred on the toilet paper holder.

He nodded.

His tongue felt so good eating the slime off my dick and balls I was
tempted to go for a full round in his mouth.

But I wasn't twenty anymore.

I patted him on the head and pulled up my shirt and pants.

Then I looked at him kneeling there. Any other boy I probably wouldn't even
had been able to get hard. But something about him being mine, a whore, and
looking like Jeremy did it for me.

I told him, "There's some other shit I might want to try and I might want
another go at your ass. If you're down for some nasty shit and want some
more money, come by the Ellister Hotel tomorrow."

He nodded.

I opened the door and stepped out to four teenagers in football gear. They
were clearly seniors from the high school and sweaty from practice. I guess
they were on a break.

I hesitated for a second.

They looked at me and Corey. Corey's ass was still leaking.

The smallest of the jocks said, "I told you. All cocksuckers are queer and
all queers take it up the shitter."

Then the biggest said, "Excuse us, sir, but we need a word with that lying
little faggot you got in there."

One of the other boys grabbed Corey by the hair and dragged him out of the
stall.

I watched for a second as they bent him over and one boy got on each side.

I heard one of them say, "Cornhole the shit out of him, Davis."

I thought about intervening, but realized it was really none of my
business.