Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 07:38:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Father, Son and Cie 1 `Shhhhhhh, he is sleeping, don't wake him up. He is fabulous. Look at his lips and the purring sound they make. A little drop of drool is sitting on his lower lip. Shall I kiss him? -He is wearing pajamas in this hot weather? I can't believe it. Kyle, give me a hand to get rid of them, but do it softly, don't be too rude. You lift up his lower back and I strip him of all he is wearing. -Ok. -Easy, wow look what a bulge here, it looks huge, doesn't it? -Yeah, I told you, you wouldn't believe me. You should see him in the showers or in his Speedos in the swimming pool; you'd faint by the sight of it... My friend said this in the most normal tone of voice as if he were a reporter explaining a snooker competition. But I was having a hard time lifting the elastic tight waistband over his boyhood. -Lift him higher, Dean, yes like that. Ok, I got him...the pants are below his ass, now the upper part. It feels like I am unwrapping a birthday present...yes...one two threeeee, here it goes. Wow, look at this grand thing, it is still sleeping nicely nestled over his soft balls. We were both mesmerized looking at the peaceful still life just under our noses. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and give it a few licks. -Dean, it tastes succulent, really, come and try a bit, I'll sustain his lovely butt for you. Dean moved over to me, did the same thing, his lips were way fuller than mine. His Negro mouth was so huge he could swallow all of it, but I said: -Ah ah, not yet everything, Dean. We have other work to do...his jacket. Hold his head and I will pull his torso up, then you grab one arm and I will slide the sleeve over it. -Mmmmmh, the boy murmured. -Quick, lay him down. As fast as we could we had the boy flat on his back and covered him with the bed sheet just in case if he were to wake up, so he wouldn't notice a thing or feel cold. But the boy just moved his head sideways, rambled a few unintelligible words and went back into his dream world. -Wow, partner, that was close. -Yes, Dean...and what about his parents, when do they come home? -When I am babysitting, they know he is fine with me, they don't care much, it could be three or 4 a.m. -Plenty of time for us, then. His pajamas are nearly transparent; he is so pampered, isn't he. Look at his wristlet; pure gold and one around his neck. -Maybe he has one cock ring of gold around his shaft as well, Dean giggled. -I didn't see a thing like that, but let's see if were mistaken, I said and lifted the bed sheet. -Did you bring the feather, Dean? -Yes, I did Kyle. -It is long and soft. -His dick? -No, the feather, but I guess his dick and balls are soft too. I let the feather browse his balls and then descended the plume underneath it towards his thighs that were glued together. It took only a few strokes for the boy to move his legs and spread them just a little. -Amazing, Kyle, you have the art under control, go on a bit, I love watching you do it. And I proceeded with care and lust. We had agreed to a dress code before doing this. Both of us had to wear Lycra shorts, so we could watch each others' cock grow in size. Mine was red and he was wearing a white one. The feather leapt from ridge that parted the sac nicely, to his anus. There I remained with it and pushed it a bit in, the feather only curved and produce no real sensation. -I want to see his nipples, Dean, let's get him stark naked, now. -Ok, Kyle, I think it is best to roll him on his side; it will be easier to lift his arm out of the sleeves. -You are right...ok, hold him there, don't let him fall on his chest, have you got him? -Yes, yes, don't shout like that, you will wake him up? -Didn't you use Rohypnol on him? -No, I couldn't find one tablet in the house. -Hell, Dean, you told me you would use it...why didn't you say something? He can wake up any moment. -I guess so...but he is a good lad. -What is that supposed to mean? -Don't make a fuss, just get his other arm out of this nighty before he opens up his eyes and relax. That's what we did. We just stared at the boy. His legs lay crossed, one arm dangled besides the bed and the other one was covering his tummy. -Where is your flashlight, Dean? -Here... -Give it to me. I shone on the boy's nipples then ob his hand; he was wearing a diamond studded silver ring. -Jeezes, Dean, these people are loaded; he is covered in gold like a prince. -I earn good money here, but they really treat me like a slave, no kidding. I am just their black servant. -Do this do that, and never a `thank you'. The boy started treating me in the same way. He will be exactly as his dad; arrogant, class conscious, and racist. -I can't believe this...this angel? Come one, Dean. -No seriously, when I have to bathe him, he goes: Dean, get my clothes, quickly. Dean, give me my toothpaste, hurry up. -And he is only... -Ten years since last Saturday. -But he is so huge down here for his age. -Like his dad... -You mean you saw his dad naked? -Yes. -How did that happen? -I told you they are like old slave keepers. He came into the room one night; his wife stayed back at his dad's. Grandpa suffered from prostate cancer. She would overnight there and dad barged into the living room. I was just watching Baywatch, and he seated himself next to me. Maybe he got horny by seeing all those sexy ladies, or he was a bit tipsy. But he just grabbed my right knee and kept it there for a spell. I didn't withdraw my knee, because I am an employee and couldn't be rude to him. His hand sat there and gradually it moved higher up to my loins. Meanwhile he kept on saying:-look at those tits, Dean, wouldn't you love to jump such a blond chick? I smiled and said: -Sure sir, anyone would. His hand was still on my leg and he squeezed it a few times, which I chose to ignore. -Are you feeling cold, Dean? He asked me. -A bit sir, it is winter, I replied. Don't you feel the draft, sir? -Hell no, I am a man. While Dean was telling al this I pointed my flashlight on his cock; it was stiff hard and the hideous pink cock head dripping with cum, was looking over the shorts waist band,. -Dean, you are hard while telling this story...your dick is so big and black, how do you think you are going to get into this boy? -I know. I don't know I mean...the kid is still sleeping. It was your idea to do this. -Yes, but you said you had a crush on him and that he might be interested in this. -Well, as I said, he takes after his dad. When I sit on the toilet he always peeks through the key hole. Anyway, his dad ordered me to take of my sweater and vest, and I sit there on the couch while his hand starts rubbing over my crotch. He reeked of booze, but he wasn't drunk. -What kind of underwear do you use, Dean? He asked me. -I was afraid to say so as I love to wear lingerie. -Come on, man, we are amongst men. Show me what you have and what you wear over it. -Sir, please, don't tell me these things, I begged him. -You hypocrite...I commented. -Yes Kyle, I know it sounds hypocritical, but I am not into men, and certainly not in the boy's dad. He is my employer. And he continued his story. -Listen, Dean, you are my servant and in a way I would have loved the slave times. I would have owned hundreds of big hunks like you and all naked, maybe just wearing a tiny little loincloth for the women and children around. But alas these times lay far beyond us. Nevertheless, I feel I own you. Would you like to keep your job, Dean? -Yes, sir. -You like my son, huh? -Yes, sir he is a nice boy. -I think so too...now if you take of those tight jeans you wear, I will raise your salary with two hundred pounds extra. -But sir, your wife... -She is not here and she should never find out. Now, I think you can always use a few extra bucks, No? -Yes sir, but... -No buts get up and let me see what you got in those pants. I know Negroes are always huge. I loved to watch Roots and dreamed of having a fling with Kunta Kinte, myself. -You know Kyle, this was only last year, the boy was only nine himself and I only eighteen, still very much a boy myself. -Don't exaggerate, Dean, at eighteen no one is a boy anymore. I know you were screwing lots of boys of your age. -Ok, then, you are right, but in front of this horny middle-aged man I felt like an innocent one. -So what happened, I asked while I had begun fondling myself. Mine had grown too. The fact of spying on this lovely naked boy, Dean's story and his black cock peeking over the shorts waistband was too much to handle. -Never mind Kyle, what about the boy? -We have two hours left; we have time...go on with your story. I peeled my shorts down and started stroking my hard cock, rolling the foreskin up and down. -Neat Kyle, really neat. When is your fifteenth birthday? -In three months. -Precious sixteen then? -Yes, that is, I will be a bit freer to go where I like. My mum will buy me a bike. -A pushbike? -No, idiot, a real motorbike. -So, anyway, his dad made me stand up between his legs. He remained seated on the couch and got his paws on my jeaned butt, undid my fly and belt and ripped my pants down my legs. -Lingerie?? He gasped. You wear lingerie, a big boy like you? Are you a poofter then? -I said nothing and he went on about the way I was clad under my masculine jeans. But, then he said no more and sneaked his hands from the back of my but under the white lace and got his fingers tearing at my buns. -Mmm, you are a darling, Dean; let me see your huge thing here. He pushed me closer, my knees were close to his crotch. He planted his nose in my ball sac and sniffed at it with lots of gasps and sighs. -Your cock is the best I smelled, he whispered. Please, stand back and so a little striptease for me. -Sir... -Don't spoil the show for me now, just do me that favor. -I got my feet out of my jeans and danced a bit like the strippers, what they are called like, the Chippendales? -Good he said, now lube your fingers and wank yourself real slowly, beat your meat but in a delicate way. My cock didn't get hard as I couldn't get turned on. I let him down. The worst thing he could do was unzip his own fly and show his drooling dong which was harder than mine. -I think you really are a male fucked up guy, he shouted in anger. You wear lingerie but you cannot get a hard on. -I was afraid to tell him that I didn't fancy him and I wanted my pay, so I told him if he sucked it would get steel hard. -Ok, then come over her, he said. Let me feel your meat, my dear Kunta Kinte. Allow me to rip away your silly lace around your heavy balls. -That's what he did, he tore my valuable lacey form my butt as if it were an ordinary tissue. I had no recourse, his bald head sat over my nearly flaccid cock and bobbed like a yoyo. He smelled like he had done all the pubs of London. I admit that after ten seconds my cock had grown so much in size, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I finally shot and shot, `till he crapped. -I love your cum, he said. My cum was dripping from his cheeks and hanging over his small teeth. -Hence since that day I was his secret slave. He called me over every time his wife had to do some errands. But I earned an extra five hundred quid per month. -Wow, man, I wish I had a job like that. -Really Kyle? Well maybe I should introduce you to the gentleman sometime, but I am afraid he just kicks on black meat. -Ok, what's with this one? The boy had unwittingly pulled up his feet by his bum; still lying on his back but in fetal posture. -His hair is so lovely; it is sticky form the summer heat. I got down and laid my face on his tummy and moved my left hand to his groin. The boy was precocious for his age, the balls were too big and the penis was too long. But, I wasn't complaining. My fingers got hold of it through his legs and I began stroking his precious treasure trove. Dean was a bit nastier. -I'll teach the son of an arrogant bitch, he whispered. -Look, Kyle, his mouth is opening as if he wants to say something. I'll shove my gun in it and see what the precious blond thing does. I was amazed at the daring move but mesmerized watching him do it. The giant pink head brushed over the boy's lips and slowly snaked inside. And the boy did nothing but sleep. As I wanked him harder, he spread his legs and now I could hold his sac in one hand and pull the foreskin with my thumb. Dean was moving in rhythmically and the boy had a natural way of taking it without a sign of waking up. -Ok, now let me do the same thing, I whispered. We switched places but Dean got hold of the boy's hardened snake with his lips and sucked him up and down with fervor. My dick was slimmer than Dean's and I got further into the boy's throat, I got so wet and hornier by the minute, the gates opened and I flooded the boy's cavernous mouth with my seediest cum. The boy coughed a bit, but never woke up. He contracted his abdominal muscles and peeed in Dean's mouth. -Why is he not waking up, Dean? -He is a deep sleeper, that is.