Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 00:58:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Seventeen M/b Incest

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Chapter Seventeen: "Stuffed"

It seemed like only the other day it was Halloween and Thanksgiving came
quicker than any of us had planned.  I suppose that's the way the holiday
season in though.  The holidays are so close together, that before you know
it, they've come and gone and we're ushering in the new year with sex and
booze.

Ok, so maybe we weren't to the sex and booze part just yet but we did have
some of both Thanksgiving Day.  As usual, I did the cooking and with my
discount at work, I was able to put on a pretty good spread.  Plus my Dad's
boss gave all of his employees a turkey for the holiday.  Which came in
really handy, since this year we had a few extra mouths to feed.

There was Mark, Jacob, Alex, my Dad and me, plus the unexpected addition of
Jerome.  The black man was a friend of Derek's and also worked for my Dad.
He'd fallen on hard times, which was really saying something, considering
he was still pretty fresh out of prison.  But apparently he had also been
evicted from his apartment, the Monday before Thanksgiving.  To have my Dad
tell the story, he made it sound as though the poor guy came to work in
rags on Wednesday and practically burst into tears when the big boss man
handed him a turkey for dinner.

Of course, after losing his apartment he had no place to cook a turkey.  So
when my Dad graciously invited him to come spend the holiday with us, he
brought his turkey with him.  Naturally, I ended up cooking both turkeys.
I figured if nothing else, we'd have enough leftovers to last us a few
weeks.  I was just hoping Jerome wasn't going to be with us that long.

It's not that I have anything against the guy but he struck me as being a
little too aggressive.  I say that because as we ate dinner, he made it a
point to sit next to me and feel on me the entire time.  Normally I
wouldn't have minded but his hands roamed places I didn't feel comfortable
with at the time.  Of course, that was probably because it all taking place
at the dinner table.

There's something about being groped, while you're trying to eat your
mashed potatoes that just doesn't sit right with me.  Playing with your
food is one thing but being played with as you eat your food is another.  I
also found it a little odd, that for a black man in his mid-late 50's, who
was allegedly a hardcore criminal and had served many years behind bars, he
was pretty soft spoken during dinner.

He talked to us a little bit about prison life as we ate but spoke very
little about his actual past.  Which sucked, because I knew very little
about the guy.  I'd only met him in passing during Labor Day Weekend.  When
he and Derek came over to fuck Alex and Jacob.  I'd remembered my Dad
talking about the size of the man's cock and I was curious to see it.

Unfortunately, Jerome wasn't as much into nudity as the rest of us were and
only stripped down to his boxers.  I was lucky enough to give him a feel a
few times during dinner but I didn't actually get to see what he was
packing.  However, after dinner Jacob reassured me the man had a good 12.5"
uncut.  That made me curious not only of his size but how on Earth, my
Nephew Jacob had managed to take such a monster.

Once dinner was over and we'd stuffed the fridge with leftovers, my Dad
told Jerome he was welcome to crash on the couch for a couple of days.
While he waited to hear back from his social worker about getting him a
permanent place to stay.  I knew it had to be hard on him to be homeless at
this time of the year.

Although he worked with my Dad, I knew it wasn't like him to just offer an
ex-con a place to stay out of the goodness of his heart.  My Dad always had
ulterior motives for things like that.  Seeing the way he acting during
dinner, I had a feeling my Dad was glad to offer him a place to lay his
head, knowing his background, because it meant he was much easier to
manipulate into doing things he might not otherwise be so inclined to do.

It was only a matter of time, before my Dad was going to play the 'you owe
me card'.  I was just waiting for it to happen.  I honestly expected him to
pull it out right after dinner but to my surprise he didn't.  Instead, he
and Alex headed to their bedroom for the night and left me and Mark to help
Jerome settle in.  We gathered a few pillows and blankets for the guy and
soon he was making himself at home on the couch in the living room.

I think it was about that time, that Jacob came out of our bedroom with one
our electric-blankets and asked Mark and I if we'd join him out in the
Playhouse.  It was impossible for either of us to tell the boy know, since
he'd already gone through the trouble of getting the blanket and we both
knew by the look on his face, that he really wanted to sleep outside.

So we turned off the lights in the house, told Jerome to make himself
comfortable and headed out the backdoor to the Playhouse.  It was really
cold outside as we crossed the backyard and climbed up the ladder to the
Playhouse.  I was shivering by the time I got into the little bedroom.
Jacob handed Mark the electric-blanket and he plugged it into the extension
cord, that we usually used to power the lights.

Then he laid it across the bed and added a thick comforter on top of it.  I
didn't plan to spend the whole night in the Playhouse with them, since I
had to be up early in the morning to get things ready at work for the Black
Friday sales.  However, once I got under the covers with my two favorite
lovers, it was almost impossible to get me out from under there.

In fact, the only thing that did eventually get me out from under the warm
blankets, was the need to pee in the middle of the night.  It was really
late as I crawled out of the bed and dashed across the yard to the backdoor
of the house.  I came inside and crept through the living room on my way to
the bathroom.

After taking a piss, I came back out and stopped by the kitchen to grab me
a late night snack from the refrigerator.  I pulled open the door to the
fridge and in the glow of the light, I set my eyes on the leftover pumpkin
pie.  I reached in and took a slice to eat, before closing the door and
nibbling on it as I crept back into the living room.

However, before I could completely cross the room, I felt something soft
hit my arm.  It startled me and I nearly dropped the piece of pie.
Luckily, I only had a tiny bit left and I finished it off as I looked down
to see what had hit me.  There in the dim light, I saw a balled up red
material on the floor.  I picked it up and quickly realized it was Jerome's
boxers.

I smiled to myself as I held them in my hand and walked over to the couch.
As I came closer, he flipped on the floor lamp and I could see he was
laying there wide awake.  He had a nice muscular build to him for a man his
age.  With some gray hair in his short/trimmed beard and not a hair on his
head as he apparently kept it shaved.

As he laid there, he parted the blanket to the side to show off his long
12.5" uncut black cock.  Just the sight of it turned me on.  It looked
incredible with it's impressive length and long foreskin.  I stepped closer
and he looked up at me as he pulled the blanket back even more to give me a
better view of it.

It was obvious what he wanted, after all he'd made it pretty clear during
dinner that he was interested in me and at that time of night, I was more
than willing to give him a try.  As I stood there admiring him, he reached
down and ran his hand over the length of his shaft and pulled on his
foreskin seductively.  Something that instantly excited my own cock.  I
felt it pulse as it began to harden.

"Like what you see?"  He asked softly.

I nodded my head and replied, "Hell yeah."

"Yeah?  Come get you some."  He said softly.

Then for some reason, I looked up and toward the backdoor.  I think it was
the way I looked away from him, that made him think I was feeling guilty
about being tempted by him.

Because he said, "It's alright.  We gonna keep it on the low, ain't nobody
gotta know."

With that, I turned my attention back to him and got down on my knees
beside the couch.  I set his boxers on the floor and grabbed a handful of
his cock.

"Mmmmmm.  That's it.  It needs a white boy's touch."  He said softly.

He scooted closer to the edge of the couch and I added a second hand to
stroke him.  His shaft felt so heavy, despite being in a soft state.  I
stroked it back and fourth and he placed his hand on my shoulder.  I felt
him begin to rub my shoulder as he looked at me with his best bedroom eyes.

"Damn you is sexy."  He said softly.

I tried not to crack a smile as I replied, "You say that to a lot of guys?"

He shook his head slowly and replied, "Nope.  But ain't a lot of guys sexy
like you."

"For an ex-con you're a good flirt."  I said.

He smiled and said, "You spend enough time in lock up, you bound to learn a
thing or two 'bout talk'n a man outta his drawers."

I was very surprised to hear him say that and I raised an eyebrow.  I
figured since he'd already fucked my Nephew, that he'd have been more
interested in trying to get with him again.  But instead he seemed focused
on persuading me to give up my ass to him.

"It ain't like it is on TV you know.  It ain't all rape and shit.  You
can't rape your cellmate every night and expect him not to shank you in
your sleep."  He explained, "Sometimes you gotta ask nice to get'cha a
piece."

I was intrigued by his openness and inexplicable interest in me.  It was
probably that, which kept me on my knees next to him.  Well, that and the
feel of his huge black horse cock in my hands.

"Anyone ever ask you for a piece?"  I asked.

"A few times."  He replied as he continued to rub my shoulder.

And I asked, "An you let them have it?"

"It's what'cha do.  Gotta respect the need and let a dude dump his seed."
He replied as he lifted his leg up and placed it on the back of the couch.

I continued to stroke his cock with one hand but moved my other hand down
between his legs to his ass.  I felt his hole and I knew by the feel of it,
that he'd had it fucked a good many times over the years.

"Mmmmm."  He moaned as I ran my fingers over his hole.

I never expected him to be versatile with a cock as big as his but he was
clearly more open to the idea than I could have imagined.

"You know, I've never once fucked a black guy."  I said.

He smiled and moved his hand down from my shoulder to my ass and squeezed
my cheeks.

"Tit for tat...  You can hit this, if I can hit that."  He said.

I nodded and he almost instantly rolled over onto his stomach with one leg
over the side of the couch to give me easy access to his ass.  I got up and
put one foot on the couch as I rubbed his fuzzy black ass cheeks and
prepared to mount him.

I don't know if it was his age and experience showing or his desire to get
my ass in return but he was being very accommodating, for a guy about to
get fucked up the ass by an 8" cut cock.  Which was something I hadn't
expected from him.  As I guided my cock between his cheeks, I felt his hole
pucker outward inviting me in.

I put one hand on his back to steady myself and pushed the head of my cock
into his hungry hole.  My shaft slid inside him without the slightest bit
of resistance and I was able to shove it balls deep on the first stroke.

"Mmmmm.  Fuck.  Mmmmm."  He moaned as my balls pressed against his fuzzy
black ass.

I could feel him working the muscles in his hole to grip my cock as I
rested a moment to allow him to adjust.

"Mmmm.  Fuck that feels nice."  I said as I rubbed his back.

Once I was sure he was ready, I eased my cock completely out, only to shove
it right back into him again.  My balls slapped his ass and I pulled my
cock back out again for another deep thrust.  Over and over, I pulled my
cock from him hole and shoved it back in to the hilt.  Each time making my
balls slap his ass.

For the first time in my life, I was fucking a willing older black man and
it felt incredible.  He was more than happy to give his ass to me and I was
eager to pound on it.  After a few minutes of long deep thrusts, I began to
pick up my pace and started giving him a hard fucking.

"Yeah, there you go.  Get it all up in there.  Tear that shit up."  He said
as I fucked him.

I think he was enjoying being fucked, just as much as I was enjoying
fucking him.  My balls were slapping his ass hard as I pounded him.  His
hole slurped at my cock as it slid in and out faster.  His hole wasn't
tight but he sure knew how to use it.  I could feel the way he was gripping
my shaft on each up stroke and letting me ram it back in with each down
stroke.

As I pounded him, he reached back and underneath us to grab my balls.  His
hand sent shivers through my body as he massaged and pulled on my balls.
With his attentive hand working me over, it didn't take long for me to feel
my load of cum building.

"Mmmmm!  Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned.

He looked back at me and moaned, "Breed it.  Mmmmmm.  Fill it all up.
Mmmmmm."

Then I slammed my cock deep into him and held it there as my load of cum
spurted into his welcoming hole.

"Aaaauuggghhhmmmm!"  I groaned as I bred him.

He continued to massage my balls as if he was trying to knead my cum from
them.

"Fuck yeah.  Mmmmmm.  Gimme that white gravy."  He moaned.

I took a few minutes to relax, before easing my cock out of him and
standing back up.  As I stood there looking at his fuzzy black ass, he
reached back and spread his cheeks.  An I watched as my cum oozed from his
hot black hole and dribbled down the back of his balls.  He looked back at
me and grinned proudly with the knowledge that he was the first black man
I'd ever fucked.

"You nutted that shit deep."  He said with a grin.

"Fuck yeah, man.  You've got a great hole."  I replied.

Then he slowly got up from the couch and stood next to me.  His cock was
semi-hard as he took my hand and lead it over to his shaft.  I gave his
length a stroke as he leaned in close and tried to kiss me.  I don't know
why but for some reason I backed away from his advance.  Which seemed to
catch us both off guard.  Looking back on it, I guess that action could
have been interpreted as me being ungrateful, after having just dumped my
load up his ass.

However, that wasn't the reason I'd backed away.  I think at that time, I
felt that kissing was something I reserved for only my family or men I was
romantically involved with.  A fact I didn't have the chance to mull over
or explain to Jerome.  Of course, I should have known better than to think
he was going to just let my reaction go.  Because he didn't.  Instead he
put his arm around me and pulled me to him as he locked his lips onto mine.
I felt his tongue push into my mouth and I instantly began to lick it with
my tongue.

It wasn't long before we were in the middle of a hot and heavy
tongue-battle.  Which was almost enough to distract me from his hand, that
had moved down to my ass.  As he used it to pull me to him to kiss, he also
spread my cheeks and his fingers shoved into my puckered hole.

"Ahhhmmmm!!!"  I gasped and moaned into his mouth.

His two probing fingers dug into my hole and began to finger me as he broke
our kiss and leaned to my ear.

"Don't go gett'n scared now.  This nigger's still gotta get some of that."
He said.

For some reason, hearing him say that, made my anxiety go up.  Maybe it was
because I knew he was an ex-con or something, I'm not sure but I definitely
found myself stammering for words.

"I know, I didn't mean to back away."  I replied nervously, "I want you to
have it.  I really do."

"Relax...  Ain't no doubt you fix'n to get it.  It gonna happen if you want
it or not now."  He said as he licked my ear, "Now bend the fuck over, like
a good little white bitch."

I felt my heart skip a beat as he grabbed me by the back of the neck and
forced me to bend over in front of the couch.  Then he pulled his fingers
out of my ass and I felt his big black cock rub between my cheeks.  Before
I had a chance to get ready for it, he shoved it into my hole and I rose up
on my tip-toes.

"Jesus!  Ahhhmmmm!"  I gasped and cried out.

"Lord can't save you bitch.  You're mines now."  He said as he grabbed my
hips and forced more of his cock deeper into me.

My legs shook as he impaled me on his massive length.  I don't know my
Nephew Jacob managed to take such a monster, because the sheer length of it
was digging into me and hurting something awful.  By the time Jerome's
heavy black balls finally met my ass cheeks, I had tears in my eyes.

"Shit...  Mmmmm!  It's fucking huge...  Shit...  Mmmmm!"  I moaned and
whimpered.

"That's right, take that big fuck'n dick."  He said as he ground his hips
against me and buried his cock as deep as he could inside.

It took all I had not to cry as his cock pushed against my insides with
enough force to make my stomach ache.  Finally, after a few moments he
rocked his hips and his cock eased about half way out.  Then he rammed it
back in hard and his balls slapped my ass.

"Ahhhmmmm!"  I moaned.

He wasted no time in quickening his pace to begin forcefully fucking me.  I
put my hands on the back of the couch and remained bent over, while he
pounded my ass.  His hips rocked back and fourth as well as side to side,
driving his cock into me at painfully sharp angles.

My whimpering didn't detour him one bit.  In fact, I'm pretty sure he was
enjoying hurting my ass.  Looking back on it, if I had known he was going
to be so rough on me, I would have done a better job of hurting his ass,
when I had the chance.  However, I think he'd lulled me into a false sense
of security with all his talk of 'asking nice to get a piece'.

My hole was sore and burning from the friction of the fucking he was giving
me.  He must have rode my hole for a good 20mins or more without as much as
a hint of him getting close to cumming.  However, I guess he finally tired
of the position we were in as I soon felt him pushing down on my lower
back.

"Get on your knees."  He said.

I did as he instructed and we moved together as I got down on my knees.  I
rested my hands on the seat cushion of the couch as he squatted down behind
me and began fucking me harder.  He put his hands on my shoulders and
pounded my hole so hard, that his balls were beating against mine.

"Yeah, here we go bitch.  I'm fix'n to breed your horny faggot ass."  He
said as he slammed my ass.

My body was jolting with each of his thrusts and it took all I had not to
cry out.  After several intense minutes, I felt him ram his cock up into me
and stop as he began to dump his load.

"Shitttttttttt!  Aaauuuggghhmmm!"  He groaned as he seeded me.

His body shook and convulsed as he shot his hot load of cum super deep
inside of me.  I could feel the length his cock as it throbbed inside my
insides.  I rested my head on the couch and breathed a sigh of relief that
it was finally over.

After a few moments, he eased his cock from my hole and stood up to
stretch.

I was still in shock from the fucking as he looked down at me and said,
"How was that for a prison fuck?"

Without lifting my head I replied, "Fucking in tense."

I heard him laugh under his breath as he sat back down on the couch and
rustled my hair.

"If you'd been my cellmate, I'd have worn that pretty ass out your first
week."  He said.

To which I asked, "What happened to asking nice?"

"I ain't had to ask.  Not with tit for tat."  He replied, "Them's prison
rules."

I shook my head slowly as I lifted it up and looked at him.

Before I could say another word, he pulled the blanket over him as he said,
"You best get back to your boys before they start wondering where you be
at."

With that, I got up and turned off the floor lamp beside the couch and he
patted me on the ass.

"Good night."  I said to him as I tip-toed my way over to the backdoor.

I pushed open the door, stepped outside and closed it behind me.  The cold
air made me shiver as I made a mad dash across the backyard.  I climbed up
into the Playhouse and crawled back into the warm bed with Mark and Jacob.
It felt great to be back in bed with them.  I wasn't sure how long I'd been
gone but they didn't really seem to notice.

No sooner than I got under the covers and laid on my back, I felt Jacob
cuddle up to me and lay his head on my chest.  I reached my arm over him
and found Mark was spooning him from behind.  As the three of us laid
there, I felt the bed slowly rocking and Jacob moaned softly.

"Mmmmmm, Daddy."  Jacob moaned as he rubbed my stomach with his hand.

It didn't take me long to figure out, that Mark was not only spooning my
Nephew but he was also fucking him.  It was a slow and very sensual sort of
fucking, that had Jacob moaning with pleasure as his hand gently clawed at
my stomach.

After a few minutes of listening to his beautiful little moans, I guided
his hand down to my cock.  Which was quickly stiffening again, despite
having just unloaded a fresh cum load only a short time ago.  Jacob's
little hand was all it took to bring me back to full arousal.

He stroked me slowly as his Daddy continued to fuck him.  I ran my hand
over his smooth little side and down between us to feel his 3" cut little
boy cock.  As I fondled him, he propped his leg up over mine and I reached
further to feel Mark's 7" cut cock as it penetrated the boy.

"It's moments like this that make me thankful, I have the two of you in my
life."  I said softly.

"That makes two of us."  Mark said softly.

"Mmmmmm, me too."  Jacob moaned.

Then I rolled onto my side to face Jacob and rubbed my cock against his
little boy cock.  He instinctively wrapped his hand around my shaft and
stroked it as I rubbed our cocks together.

"Mmmmm, Uncle James?"  Jacob moaned.

"Yeah, kiddo."  I replied.

"Will you fuck me with Daddy?"  He asked.

"You wanna get stuffed, huh?"  I asked as I lifted his leg straight up in
the air.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm."  He moaned.

Then he guided my cock down to his hole and I felt the head press against
Mark's cock.  His hole was nice and wet as I began to push against the cock
already buried inside it.

"Ohhhhmmmm!  Ohhhmmmmm!!!"  Jacob moaned and whimpered.

I felt Mark reach his hand down to help guide me in and it sent shivers of
pleasure up my spine.

"Open your boy pussy up, baby.  That's it.  Mmmmmm."  Mark moaned.

"Mmmmm!"  I moaned as the head of my cock pierced my Nephew's hole and slid
in along side Mark's shaft.

"Ahhhmmmmmm!"  Jacob gasped and whimpered.

I felt his hot breath on my chest as he laid there on his side, eagerly
giving his ass to the special men in his life.  Soon I could hear him
sniffling as he tried to hold back tears.  The sound of his innocence
slipping further away turned me on so much.  I shoved my cock in, until I
felt Mark's hand cupping his and my balls.

The feel of my 9yo Nephew's hole gripping two cocks was amazing.  Mark
massaged our balls as he eased his cock halfway out and back in again.
Then I followed suit, easing my cock halfway out and back in again.  Soon
we were slowly pistoning our cocks in and out of the boy and I could feel
his little boy cock throbbing as it pressed against me.

I reached my arm around to Mark and rubbed his side as the two of us
enjoyed the warmth and pleasure of Jacob's well trained little fuck hole.
The boy was in tears and I knew he was loving every minute of it.  He was
born to be fucked but his hole had been shaped by the devotion of Mark and
I, to service us like no other little boy could.

Even when Mark and I, had fucked little Alex together, it didn't feel
nearly as perfect as it did with Jacob.  I think sometimes, that just
because a hole is tight, it doesn't necessarily make it better.  Sometimes
it's more about how much love and desire to please it has, rather than just
how it stretches.  Even a well used and abused hole can feel amazing.  It's
all in the way you stuff it and how they work it.

Just then, I felt Mark's lips on my nose as he kissed around in the dark,
trying to find my lips.  I smiled and locked lips with him and it felt
perfect.

In fact, there was no comparing the kiss Jerome and I had shared with the
true passionate kiss of my Brother.  It was a family kiss.  A kiss with
meaning and there was nothing more natural to me, than sharing it with him.
We sucked on each other's tongues as we kissed deeply and listened to Jacob
whimpering between us.

The more Jacob cried, the more excited Mark and I became.  We knew we were
hurting him but unlike Alex, Jacob wanted to be hurt.  His tears were his
way of showing us just how much he loved us fucking him.  As his crying
turned to heavier cries and sobbing, Mark and I picked up our pace.

Soon we were pistoning our cocks in and out of the boy hard.  We broke our
kiss for a moment and I felt Mark pull his cock out.  Then he helped roll
Jacob over on top of me as I laid back on my back again.  I put my arms
around my Nephew and hugged him tight as Mark adjusted the covers and
mounted him from behind.

"Ahhhhhh!"  Jacob cried out as Mark rammed his cock back into him, along
side mine.

"Mmmmmmm!  Fuck yeah."  I moaned.

I pulled Jacob down to my chest and he licked his tears as they dripped
down onto me.

"I love you, baby."  Mark said softly as he leaned down to Jacob's ear and
pulled the covers over them.

"I love you too, Daddy."  Jacob replied through his tears.

Then Mark lifted his head up and pulled the covers over my head as he
leaned down and kissed me again.  My hands were on Jacob's back and I could
feel my Brother's hairy chest as he laid over us.  His tongue explored my
mouth and we shared a hot passionate kiss as we fucked the boy together.

"I love you, big bro."  Mark said as he ended our kiss and looked down at
me.

"I love you too."  I replied.

Between the heat from the electric-blanket and our love-making it wasn't
long before the three of us were sweating.  It was then, that Mark pulled
the covers back and grabbed hold of Jacob's hips.

"Mmmmmm!  Fuck, baby.  Your little boy pussy feels so good tonight.
Mmmmmm."  Mark moaned.

Jacob lifted his head from my chest, just enough to whimper, "Fuck it hard,
Daddy.  Bust my little pussy."

With that, the bed really began to rock and even the Playhouse started to
sway as Mark and I began to furiously pound the boy's butt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm!!!"  Jacob cried out.

I pulled his head back down to my chest to muffle his cries as I felt the
heat building inside my Nephew's hole, from the intense friction of both
cocks pistoning in and out of him.  At some point, I think Mark added his
cum to the mix without voicing his orgasm, because the boy's hole became
very slick and even hotter inside.

However, Mark didn't slow his pace one bit.  He just kept pounding away at
his Son's little hole with all the energy he could muster.  I could hear
him grunting and moaning as he fucked him hard and deep.  Jacob was sobbing
like crazy as he licked and kissed my chest.  His lips on me was driving me
wild and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I reached down to his tiny butt cheeks and spread that as I held onto them
for leverage and shot my load up inside him.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!!!"  I groaned.

Seconds later, Mark joined me with his own groans of pleasure,
"Aaaaauuuggghhmmm!!!"

An I felt his second love of cum spurt into my Nephew's hole and mix with
mine.  The three of us were shivering and sweating as we enjoyed the
pleasure of our incestuous breeding.  Mark and I brought our thrusts to an
end and turned our attention to Jacob.

We kissed and licked him all over as he laid there, sandwiched between us,
full of cum and drenched with sweat and tears.  Then after a few minutes,
Mark eased his spent cock out of the boy's hole and laid down beside us.

He put his arm around his Son and I, and we began to drift off to sleep.
It was during that time, that I had a chance to reflect on the events of
the day and indeed the sex I had, had with Jerome.  It became more and more
obvious to me, that no matter how man strange men, some with giant cocks,
came wandering into our lives; The three of us would always come back to
each other.

Because if there was one thing that was made clear over the year, it was
that family cum together in the end.

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