Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2016 21:11:54 -0400
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part 14 M/b Incest

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Chapter Thirteen: "I got Schooled"

After the car accident and recent unexpected loss of my estranged mother;
Not to mention the shake up that was taking place at work, all I wanted to
do was get away and enjoy a night out all by myself.  I felt I deserved at
least that much, considering all the shit that I'd been through.  Seriously
let me tell you, because you don't know the half of it.

First my nephew and I were involved in a car accident.  Thankfully we both
survived but I was still shaken up by the whole thing.  Not so much by the
accident itself but more so the near death experience that I believed I had
happen to me afterward.  I won't go into details but it was traumatic to
say the least.

Then a few days later, we received word that my mother had passed away and
that she'd left Mark and I a shit ton of money or so we thought.  I don't
know if you're aware or not but I really hated my mother.  I despised that
evil bitch for how she treated me when I was a kid and I know it might make
me sound like a cold-hearted bastard but I was glad she was dead.
Especially once I heard she'd made us the beneficiaries of her estate.

Well, that was short-lived and likely karma biting me in the ass for
wishing hear ill-will.  You see, yes she'd left us money and even a hotel
property but with strings attached.  We couldn't use one red cent for
anything other than to repair and restore the hotel.  Who the hell does
that, I ask.  I thought it was some kind of sick joke at first but no, she
really expected us to use the $500,000 from her life insurance policy to
restore some old hotel she'd gotten stuck with after she'd gotten a raw
deal in the sale of the property.

That wasn't my problem.  So what if she lost her ass and ended up with some
piece of shit hotel that no one else wanted.  Why the hell did she think we
should have to make good on it and try to salvage the damn thing?  After
learning that, I wanted no part of it and signed my half over to Mark.  He
actually liked the dumb bitch.

Alright, I know I probably sound like an asshole right now but you don't
know what it was like living with her.  She was evil I tell you.  I
remember this one time, after he'd baking brownies in the kitchen, I took
one from the still hot baking tin and she beat me with the fucking thing!
No lie.  Brownies went everywhere!  She had wild mood-swings like that all
the damn time and would just go off on me like that.  An I was like 5yrs
old.  Who the hell beats their 5yo with a baking tin full of brownies?

I got her back one day though.  I remember a few weeks before her and my
Dad divorced, I saw her bending over in the front yard looking at something
in the grass and I ran up on her with a bit stick in my hand.  I whacked
her across the ass with it as hard as I could and she went to screaming.
My Dad got so pissed, that he chased me around the yard for doing it.  But
he didn't discipline me once he caught me, because he knew what a bitch she
had been to me so many times before.

Needless to say, I think what I did that day might have been the final
straw that caused the two of them to end their marriage.  Am I proud of it?
Yeah.  Yeah I am.  My Dad never loved her anyway, not the way he loved me
and Mark.  An if you've read enough about us, then you know how much he
absolutely loves us and his grandsons.  We're his life and I personally
have shared his bed a good many years.  So if you ask me, I was a better
wife to him than she ever was but I digress.

Let me get back to what I was saying.  So anyway, she left us money but
forbid us to use it.  Mark however, doesn't hate her the way I do; So he's
decided to try and work on that old hotel property.  Well, he can have it.
I want no part of it.  Besides, I have enough on my plate as it is.

You see, just before having that car accident; Jacob and I had left my
boss's house, and passed a bunch of police cars that were headed his way.
That's because Jerome had just been arrested at the Pepperoni Phallus for
drug dealing and they were heading to Mr. Melvin's with a search warrant.
As you might have already figured out, they found drugs there too and
arrested everyone in the house that night.

Thankfully Jacob and I had dodged that bullet but than again, we kinda
didn't because it was right after that, that we had our accident.  So all
in all, that night was total shit.  What a way to start the new year, you
know?  It was off to a bad start, a really bad no good start.

However, just like a pendulum swinging wildly; It had reached it's pinnacle
and had finally begun to swing back again.  Unlike Jerome; Mr. Melvin and
Derek were able to bale themselves out of jail.  It took a few days to get
the shop reopened but when it did, Mr. Melvin needed someone else to take
the reigns.  So he asked me to become his assistant manager.

It was an unexpected step up for me and I really enjoyed the idea of being
a manager.  It took a little getting used to but after a few days, I had
things running smoothly again.  Well as smoothly as could be expected given
the circumstances.  What I didn't expect though, was for Mr. Melvin to be
so fucking lazy.  I mean sure, I knew he sat in his office all day but I
thought he was working on stuff back there.

Little did I know, that he was about as useless as tits on a boar's ass.
He didn't lift one damn finger and expected me to do all the bookkeeping,
cooking and regular stuff I already did.  An that really pissed me off.  I
might have liked my new title but there was no call for all the work load
to be placed on my shoulders.  An after just a few days, I was just about
ready to walk the fuck out of there.

Now as you might have guessed, this day just happened to be the day.  He
had been in his office doing nothing for hours, when an order for 30 pizzas
came in.  I asked him to help me get them out but he refused to come into
the kitchen.  So I said fuck it and walked right out the door.  I turned
off my phone and as I drove my happy ass to the gay bar for a beer; I was
pretty sure he'd tried to call me a good half dozen times.  But you know
what, I didn't answer and I wasn't about to.

Like I said, I deserved a break after all this mess and goddammit I was
taking it right there and then.  I'd had all the drama and bullshit I could
take.  An I was hellbent and determined to get a few beers in me.  I
figured they'd help loosen me up for all the big cock, that I was also
hoping to get in me while I was there.

Unfortunately, by the time I arrived at the bar it had just closed and I
had to pull around back to the rear entrance to gain entry.  Per the rules
of after hours; Which stated that after closing time if you wanted in you
had to use the backdoor.  Rear entrance, backdoor, are you enjoying these
gay sex puns yet?  I sure hope so, because I'm getting turned on just
talking about.

Anyway, I rang the bell by the backdoor and Roger, the owner let me in.  He
was someone I didn't much care for after having seen how he got when he was
drunk.  He was always a pretty rough looking fella with just the right
amount of daddy-like charm but when he was drunk he turned into a serious
asshole.  Not only that but if he wanted to fuck you while he was drunk, it
was very likely that he'd quite literally rape you.  I can say that,
because he's tried it with me once before.

An although that was in the past now, I still felt a bit uneasy when seeing
him.  This time was no different and once I locked eyes on him, dressed his
cowboy hat, boots, work jeans and long sleeve plaid shirt as he stood there
in the glowing red lights of the backroom; I felt a shiver of nervousness
creep over me.

That's when he raised his hand and in it he held a portable metal detector.
He and the rest of the staff at Dipsticks had begun using it to check for
weapons, after the shooting they'd had back just before Christmas.  I knew
the procedure and allowed him to wave it around me as I waited patiently
just outside the door.

While he brought it up to my waist and began to scan me he asked, "Here by
yourself tonight?"

I nodded and replied, "Yup."

He seemed to find that curious and for good reason.  It wasn't often that I
went anywhere without my little lover and companion Jacob but this night he
was at home with his Grandpa and Alex.  So I was all alone and ready to sip
down a few beers.

"Alright, you're good."  He said.

To which I promptly replied, "I know I am."

An hearing the cockiness in my voice, he used the wand-like metal detector
to swat me on the ass.  He didn't do it hard but it felt pretty good when
he did it.  I jumped a bit of course and he smiled.

"I'm sure you are."  He said, "Now get your ass in here."

An with that, I stepped inside the backroom.  There I found a couple of
other men, dressed in leather hanging about in the old cement shower
stalls.  They were clearly in the midst of fucking or sucking or something
and I didn't want to bother them.  I just walked passed and shot them a
nosy glance as I made my way out through the little hallway and into the
patio.

Now out there, well, there were a lot of men getting down and dirty.  There
were guys fucking, sucking, fisting, rimming, you name it.  An all of the
sex furniture appeared to be in play from the looks of it too.  This got me
excited but I had to keep focused.  I wanted a beer and to get it, I had to
pass through the patio and enter the main bar room.

Which meant I had to pass all that moaning, groaning and other nastiness on
my way and boy that had my cock aching in my pants by the time I finally
got inside the bar room.  Once there, I approached the counter and found
that in my brother's absence, Jeff had taken over bartending.  It was
strange seeing him back behind the counter, considering I'd come to know
him as a truck driver and never expected to see him making drinks.

He greeted me kindly and seeing as he didn't appear to know all that much
about mixing liquor, I asked him for a pitcher of beer.  I figured that was
simple enough and he had no trouble getting it right.  Soon I had my ice
cold mug and pitcher of ice cold beer and I was happy.  I drank it nice and
slow as I watched the resident go-go dancer shake his ass on the counter
and I even slipped him a few dollars.  Not that I was hoping to get
anything out of it.

I mean, that bony little twink had nothing I wanted.  Sure he was cute and
all but what I wanted was a nice big juicy cock.  Sadly, despite all the
men in the room, there didn't look to be any with a package that could
fulfill my needs at that moment.  Sure there were lots of leather-clad,
hairy bikers and roughnecks walking around but they just didn't have that
special glow about them, that would have caused me to look twice.

No, not a single one of them.  So I picked up my pitcher and mug, and
headed over to the back corner of the room to drink myself silly for a bit.
There I watched the crowd for awhile and counted the number of men going in
and out of the men's room.  Now that is where all the action was, I tell
you.  I must have counted a dozen go in but they took quite awhile to come
back out.  So you know they were getting down to some kinky shit in there.
I just hoped it didn't involve real shit, because that would have been
gross and a total turn off for me.

Regardless, I was definitely becoming more and more interested in going in
there to see for myself what was going on.  Once I finished my pitcher of
beer, I sat around for a couple of more minutes, until I saw Roger come in
through the side patio door.  Maybe it was the way the bar lights hit him
or maybe it was the alcohol I'd just consumed but for some reason, I had a
hard time taking my eyes off of him.  I just sat there quietly staring as
he went behind the counter to speak to the bartender.

While he was back there, I looked him over and found his thick mustache and
chest hair of unexpected intrigue.  The top buttons of his shirt were
unbuttoned and there was a thick patch of hair sticking up out of it.  It
matched his salt and pepper mustache, which together helped to make him
look like some kind of hustler or street trade from the 70's.

As I said before, for a man in his mid-50's, he had that daddy-like charm
about him.  He certainly had the looks and attitude for the part; Not to
mention, he was also the go-go dancer's daddy in the bedroom.  Knowing that
and seeing as how he was standing so close to the kid, I figured there was
no point in even pursuing him further.  Actually, just the thought that I
was even considering such a thing had me thinking that I must have had too
much to drink already.

I think that's when nature called and all that beer was telling me it was
time to take a piss.  So I got up from my seat and headed into the men's
room to drain the lizard.  People still use that phrase right?  Yeah, sure
they do.  I was gonna drain the lizard.  That's a good phrase for it, I
like that.  So anyway, I stepped into the men's room and up to the trough
urinal.

There I found no one was to be found.  Not a single pissing pisser in the
whole damn room.  That's when I heard some moaning from behind me in the
toilet stalls and realized they were all busy doing the nasty behind closed
doors.  I don't about you but for me, that took some of the fun out of it.
I wanted to see some cock in action, not just listen to it being sucked
behind a stall door.

Regardless of that, I unzipped my work pants and went to pissing.  All the
while I stood there listening to the men getting it on in the stall and my
cock began to grow hard.  This made it a challenge to piss but thankfully
it was a trough urinal in a filthy men's room, so the accuracy of my aim
didn't really matter all that much.

Then after I'd finished taking a piss, I stepped over to the sink along the
back wall to wash my hands.  I think it was just as I had finished rinsing
them off, that a seemingly brilliant idea came into my head.  At least I
thought it was brilliant at the time.  Since I wasn't having much bad luck
finding a good cock, I had the thought to just drop my pants and wait for
some cock to come find me instead.

That's when I dropped my pants down to my ankles and placed my freshly
washed hands onto both sides sides of the sink and waited for someone to
come in.  This might have seemed strange but at the moment it seemed like a
great idea and having the sink to hold on to came in handy as I was now
feeling really tipsy to say the least.

Thankfully, in that position it didn't take long for me to attract some
attention.  Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the attention I was hoping to
attract.  As I stood there waiting and willing, in walked Roger; Who
stepped up to the trough urinal and began to take a piss.  I know he saw me
but he didn't say anything.  He just quietly took his piss and when he
finished, he zipped up his jeans and started for the exit.

A part of me must have wanted him to come back though, because I turned to
check where he was going and that's when he caught me looking back at him.
That brought him to stop in the doorway and he turned around to come back
in.  He walked right up behind me and I felt him place his hand on my
shaven ass.

He ran his hand down the crack of my smooth ass cheeks and leaned in close
to my ear to say, "So this is why you're flying solo?  Hmm?"

An softly I replied, "Yeah..."

"Daddy's little boy wants to get fucked."  He said, before sniffing the
back of my neck, "Well, you came to the right place boy.  'Cause you're
damn sure gonna get it."

Hearing that gave me the chills and I loved it.  He knew exactly what to
say to turn me on.  I stood there staring ahead at the small mirror above
the sink and watched as he stuck out his tongue to lick me.  It was hot and
wet as it lapped at my neck and ear.

"I'm gonna get up in you tonight."  He said softly, "You're gonna fucking
take my dick, you hear?"

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"That'a boy."  He said and began to ease a finger up inside my asshole.

He worked it in dry and wiggled it around as it inched it's way into me,
sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

Then with his other hand he smacked the side of my ass.

'Smack!'

An I moaned, "Ahhmmmm!"

"Yeah, that's it.  Loosen it up for me.  Relax that fucking hole."  He
said.

Then he smacked my ass again.

'Smack!'

An again I moaned, "Ahhmmmm!"

"Mmmmm, that's some tight little cunt you got there.  I like how you keep
it nice and smooth."  He said, "That's how this daddy likes his boys.
Hairless smooth and eager to please.  You wanna please daddy dont'cha?
Gonna be a good boy and let him fill you with his seed?"

"Oh yes, daddy.  Mmmmm."  I moaned.

Then as he continued to finger my hole, he unzipped his pants and pulled
his 8" uncut cock out.  It was pierced which I was no fan of but as they
say, beggers can't be choosers.  An despite the large metal ring hanging
from it's hooded head, I really liked the looks of it's thickness and the
veins that traveled down it's length.

I took it in my hand and he leaned in close to my ear to say, "I'm gonna
ride your hole so hard you'll think you're 8 years old, giving up your
cherry again."

That's when I grinned, turned to him and said, "Only 8?  I thought you like
'em younger than that."

"You nasty fucker.  Mmmmm!"  He moaned and smiled, "Trust me, if you'd been
mine I'd have taken you in half that time.  I'd a sent you to preschool
with my load up your sore little ass."

Hearing that, I planted a kiss on his lips and felt his tongue enter my
mouth.  We shared a hot and passionate kiss there at the sink and I
honestly enjoyed it.  Then as our lips parted, I placed a hand on his chest
and began to unbutton his shirt.  It was a little difficult to do with only
one hand but I managed; While I continued to stroke his cock and he
fingered my ass.

Soon his hairy chest came into view and I saw that he had two matching
nipple rings.  They were almost as large as the ring that pierced his cock
and seeing them really excited me.  I leaned in and licked each one to his
pleasure.  He moaned and smiled as I licked and worshiped his nips.

By the time I'd had my fill of that, his cock was dripping precum all over
my hand and I knew I wanted to get that fresh juice inside me.  I tried to
draw him closer to my waiting hole but he didn't like me taking charge.  He
stood his ground and made certain I knew that he was the one in control.

That's when a couple of men happened to come into the room and not wanting
to give them a show, he pushed open the door to the handicap stall.

"Get in there."  He said to me and I waddled my way in with my pants still
down around my ankles.

Once inside, he closed the door and locked it.

Then he shoved me against the wall of the stall and said, "Now spread those
pretty little legs for daddy.  Let me see how innocent you are.  My little
preschooler."

I did as he said, spread my legs and even arched my back for him.  He
grabbed himself a good grip on my as and spread my cheeks nice and wide,
revealing my puckered hole to him.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm.  Open wide up for daddy."  He said, before spitting on my
hole.

His pit was hot and wet as it ran down my taint.  It was the only lube I
was going to get and the only lube I deserved.  I needed him to hurt my ass
and he knew it.  I shivered as I felt him step up close behind me and
reached around to place his hand on my stomach, just below my belly button.

Then drew me back towards him and I felt his cock pry itself between my
cheeks.  Soon it was pressing against my hole and the ice cold steel
piercing was right there at the rim of my pucker.

"Oh Daddy, Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned with eager anticipation.

"Now be a good little tyke and give me your little ass."  He said, before
suddenly forcing his way into me.

It hurt something awful as the head of his cock crammed it's way through my
anal ring and the foreskin rolled back, making it even easier for his
piercing to dig into me.

I started to let out a cry but he covered my mouth and said right in my
ear, "Shh...  Just take it."

A tear ran down my face and at the very same time, I felt my hole begin to
bleed.  An I knew he was ripping my hole with his piercing.  It hurt so bad
but I couldn't do anything but stand there and take it all the way up my
ass.  I think he purposefully took his time sinking his cock into me, just
so that it would heard all that much more.

It took him awhile but he knew once he'd buried it fully inside of my ass;
Because that's when he removed his hand from my mouth and return it to my
hip.  He then had both hands on my waist as he began to thrust himself in
and out of me.  He started off fast and didn't slow down not even once.  It
took all I had not to scream out loud as he pounded my hole rough and raw.

His hairy balls were slapping against my ass good and hard as he held me
firmly against the wall and ravaged my hairless smooth asshole.  I could
hear them squishing in the blood he'd drawn from my pucker and the thought
of him ripping me open turned on wildly.  That might sound sick but you
know in this bar with type of men, if we'd been caught fucking like we were
there would have been a line of horny fuckers just waiting their turn at my
ripped hole.

I think that's probably why he chose to take things into the stall, where
we could do our thing without drawing all that unwanted attention.  Not
that I minded having a ton of men lined up waiting to take their shot at me
but I did prefer things one on one.  It was much easier to focus and he
gave me plenty to keep my mind on.

He hammered my asshole for a good 10mins straight, before finally releasing
his load up inside my guts.  At which point, he slammed himself balls deep
and I could feel his cock pulse as he bred me full of his man seed.  Oddly
enough, he was so used to fucking and breeding on the fly, that he didn't
even announce that he was cumming.  He just pumped me full and then slipped
back out again.

Although once he'd pulled out, he turned me around and forced me to my
knees in front of him.  That's when I saw my blood and his cum as it
dribbled from his cock.

"Clean it up, boy."  He said and I went to licking and sucking him clean.

I didn't think twice about it and just took care of business.  An once I
was done, he tucked himself back into his jeans, zipped up and waited for
me to get up off the floor.

"Come on, let's get you some coffee."  He said as he opened the door and
held it for me.

I wasn't expecting that from him but as it would turn out, this was when he
took it upon himself to counsel me about my troubles.  I pulled my pants up
and followed him out to the counter; Where he fixed me a coffee and sat me
down for a long talk.  We discussed my mother's passing and how it was
driving a wedge between Mark and I.

He had a lot to say about that and I'll be the first to admit, that it
probably did me a lot of good to talk it all out with him.  Sure I didn't
enjoy the topic of conversation but I definitely needed to hear what he had
to say.  He put a few things into perspective for me that night and by the
time I'd finished my coffee, I felt like a new person.  A new person with a
ass.  I literally was limping when I left the place and I think he really
loved that.

He saw me off as I got back into my car and pulled out of the back parking
lot for the drive home.  It felt good to know that he was the kind of guy
who took care of his customers like that, you know?  He really went the
extra mile.

The drive home was short and I arrived not long after to find that the
house was quiet as I walked in.  I crept through the kitchen and into the
living room; Where I found my Dad and Alex asleep in the recliner.  The boy
was asleep, straddling his grandpa's lap with the old man's finger shoved
right up his little butt.  It was so cute to see him sleeping like that,
that it gave me ideas for what I might like to do with Jacob later.

I slowly made my way passed them and down the hallway to my room; Where I
pushed open the door to find my sexy little man asleep in our bed.  The
room was filled with the glow from several candles he had lit and had set
out on the dresser.  It was truly romantic to see and it made my heart melt
as I caught a glimpse of him laying on his stomach on top of the blankets
with every inch of his naked and hairless smooth body there on display.

His little butt cheeks shimmered in the light and as I began to undress for
the night, I realized that he'd spread baby oil all over them to make them
even more appealing.  He'd never done that before and was clearly his way
of presenting me with something special.  An he'd done a fine job of it if
you ask me.  The candles were vanilla scented and their glow set just the
right mood for the room.  An then to see his oiled little butt laying there
waiting for me like that, well, I knew he was trying to be romantic for
sure.

It worked like a charm and once I was naked, I quietly made my way into bed
with him.  I laid down beside him and placed my hand on his adorable little
bubble butt.  Then I kissed the back of his neck and gently began to rub
his sweet little butt cheeks.  They were so soft, smooth and slick to the
touch, that my fingers had no trouble parting his perfect little cheeks.

It was as I was spreading them to reveal his most lovely little hole, that
he moaned, "Mmmmm, you're home late."

I licked his ear and whispered, "Yeah, it's been a long day but I'm home
now kiddo."

"I love you."  He whispered.

"I love you too, baby.  You're my everything."  I whispered, before
spreading his cheeks wider to gain access to his soft spot.

I could feel the heat between them, emanating from his beautiful, puffy,
little boy pussy.  I brushed my finger over his puckered opening and he
shivered.

"I love when you touch it like that."  He whispered.

Hearing that, I brushed my finger over it again and this time, I pressed a
little harder to spread it open.  My fingertip rubbed the inside of his
little rim and he gasped with pleasure.  I knew he loved his little
butthole played with and he had quite the hole for it.

Then I began kissing and licking his neck, ear and side of his face, until
he turned to me and I pressed my lips to his.  We shared an incredibly hot
and passionate kiss, there by candlelight.  My sweet little nephew was
loving me, his naughty uncle and it was beautiful.  Our tongues met and did
a little dance for a few moments, before we eventually parted lips.

That's when he moaned, "Oh uncle James, Mmmmm!  You do it so good."

Referring to the way I was teasing his little hole.  I continued to run my
finger around his opening for several minutes, dipping it in just a bit on
occasion.  Each time my fingertip would enter him, he'd shiver and I'd kiss
him again.

"Rest your head, baby.  Uncle James is gonna make love to you."  I said
softly.

Then I kissed his face and gently guided his head to the pillow.

I brushed his hair away from his ear and whispered, "I'd do anything for
you, I'd make love to you and even hurt you too.  Anything for my baby.  My
precious little nephew.  My boyfriend.  My lover."

Then I slowly but firmly eased my finger to his hole and slipped it inside.
He shivered again and I eased my finger in deep.  It slipped right in,
lubed with baby oil and went as far as it could, before wiggling around
inside him.

"Oh my god, Mmmmmm!  Yes, Mmmm!  Do it, do it all the way."  He whimpered
and moaned.

I had him loving every second with my finger up his butt and I loved it.  I
had him laying there perfectly still with his head to the side on his
pillow as I began to probe his hole deep and slow.  It didn't take long,
before he was cooing at my touch as my finger explored him and I began to
finger his hole faster.

He really loved having his hole played with like that and once I had him
craving it, I added a second finger.  That sent him to moaning wildly as I
worked them in and out of him faster and faster.

Then he turned to me and began to beg, "Please, please fuck me with your
big cock."

"Yeah?  You ready?  You ready to feel my 8 inches up inside you?"  I asked
softly.

"Mmmm, oh yeah."  He replied and eagerly scooted himself closer.

I loved the way he was eagerly scooting his little butt up to me as I laid
there beside him with my raging hard cock leaking precum profusely.  He
reached back and took hold of my length and attempted to draw me toward his
waiting hole; Just like I had done with Roger only a few hours before.  An
to see him using the same technique as I had, truly showed just how much a
like he and I were.  We were family, and lovers but more importantly, we
were both horny little boys at heart.

Though unlike Roger, I didn't mind letting the boy take control a bit.
Feeling him drawing me to him like that, I didn't resist him and instead I
grabbed a hold of his leg to lift it as I pulled him back to me.

An the moment his little butt was close enough, I shoved my cock deep
between his little cheeks and plunged myself into his young hole.  His
puffy pucker opened to accept me and I slammed every inch of my cock into
him to the hilt.

"That'a boy, give uncle James your pussy."  I said softly.

"Oh uncle James, Mmmmm!  Take my pussy.  Take it and fuck it.  Fuck it
hard, Mmmmm!"  He moaned wildly.

I held him tight with his leg in the air and began to thrust myself in and
out of him hard.  I knew he wanted it and was more than capable of handling
it.  He clutched his pillow and moaned into it as I pounded his little boy
butt.  He was a great little fuck and wanted nothing less than a rough
pounding from his adult lover.

"I will, baby.  I will, Mmmmm!  I'm gonna fuck it real good for you."  I
said.

Soon the bed was rocking the motion of our sex and my smooth balls were
slapping against his hairless hole.

I kissed his neck and said, "I gonna send you to school with my load up
your butt."

"Oh fuck, Mmmm!  Yeah, yeah, for real.  Mmmmm!"  He moaned.

"My little school boy.  My elementary school sweetheart.  Mmmmmmm.  Your
sweet little butt is gonna be so sore."  I moaned.

"Hurt it, uncle James.  Bust my butt."  He whimpered and moaned.

Then I put his leg down and smacked his little butt.

'Smack!'

An he yelped, "Ahh!"

Then I whispered into his ear, "Grab my balls."

He reached down and lifted his leg back up to get a grip on my smooth nuts
as they slapped against him.

"Yeah, Mmmm!  Fuck yeah!"  I moaned, "Squeeze 'em.  Squeeze the cum out of
'em."

He did as I asked and began squeezing them hard for me, which turned me on
immensely and helped to work my load of cum up from deep inside me.  Soon
my balls began to tighten and we both knew I was about to cum.

Moments later, my heavy load of hot white cream flooded his eager little
hole and I let out a groan, "Aaaauuuggghhmmm!"

My body went to shaking as every last drop of seed filled his insides and
all the while, he kept on squeezing my balls.  He kept squeezing and
working them with his hand, until he was sure he'd gotten every ounce they
had left.

Then he released his grip and put his leg back down.  Normally I would have
taken this time to ease myself out of him but on this night I pulled him to
me and buried my cock up in his cum-filly boy pussy.

He could tell this was out of the usual for me and seemed to welcome the
idea of having me remain inside him longer.  He backed himself against me
and helped to secure my cock in his hole as I put my arms around him.

"You like this too, huh?  Feels good having a big cock up inside you while
you sleep?"  I asked softly.

"I been wanting you to do this for awhile."  He said, "I love it up my
butt.  I wanna keep it there, just like that."

Hearing that, I kissed and nibbled his ear as I whispered, "It's all yours,
kiddo.  Hug it tight and never let it go."

Together the two of us slept, joined by my cock and throughout the night, I
awoke momentarily to pump him full of even more cum.  I don't remember how
many times I was able to get myself off before the sun came up but I know
that when he finally crawled out of bed in the morning, there was a huge
wet spot on the sheets.  His cummy little hole had leaked during the night
as it soaked with all the loads I'd deposited in it.

Knowing that he was now going to get washed up and ready for school, made
me so horny and proud.  I was living the dream.  I only wished the Mark had
been there to share in it.  Unfortunately, he was still enamored with his
hotel project and had spent yet another night there.  I knew that if things
didn't change between us soon, that he might never want to come home.

So I now had to force myself to take the advice I'd gotten from Roger.  I
was going to have to swallow my pride and support my brother's endeavor.

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