Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:39:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Bobby Hung Subject: My Bro Fucks My Son, Chapter Five Fucking a child is the most awesome act of pure lust a man can ever experience. This was the thought that ran through my head as I led the very young object of my next sexual conquest, the little black boy Trey, into my bedroom at Dad's house so I could feed him my cock, fucking him in the face and then in the ass. He had told me his name, after all, which was good, as I liked, sometimes, to cry out the little boy's name when I was working my big cock into their little pussies. My thoughts got wilder the longer I spent with Trey and I went in and out of thoughts and in and out of actions - and, eventually, in and out of Trey himself. While I was thinking so much, I slowed down or stopped what I was doing to him. I would look down, coming back to reality, and see his puzzled look, and how impatient he was to have sex with a white man. So, I would begin again to make love to him and then, again, I would think about the relationship between a man and a little boy and how wonderful the feeling of total control, power, and dominance is and how that makes the experience that much more enjoyable for the man and, thus, for the boy. But the power over the boy! And the smaller the boy, the better. I've reluctantly rejected taller-than-average boys in favor of little ones of the same age, both of them capable of ejaculating semen, because they seem so much younger and I can pretend they are not eleven but seven or eight and that makes me even harder and hornier and causes me to gulp, as my throat is dry in anticipation of having sex with a child. Wonderful, wonderful joy! You stand, naked, glad to expose yourself, towering over a little boy. also naked and hairless or nearly so, who is lying face up on your bed, yanked down to the foot of your Boy Island of No Escape, as you like to call it, and with his tiny wrists tied or handcuffed, the chains of the cuffs long enough to allow you to pull him down where you can get at his tiny bubble butt, the cheeks so small your rough hands can easily hold them, as if you were holding a small melon in each sweaty hand. His little legs are hanging over the foot board, his wide-open, eager eyes glued to your enormous cock, your low-hanging balls, your generous, silky bush of pubic hair, your strong, adult arms and legs, will make any man, whether gay or straight, married or single, be so aroused that his pre-cum will drip on to the little boy's pretty abdomen, and it will not take a second begging glance from the boy for the man to begin to molest his son or nephew or neighbor or boy he picked up at the library or mall or playground. Those were my thoughts as I squatted over Trey, my black "son" (for the next 24 hours), on my knees, face fucking him, his tiny black hands holding on to the thick shaft of my white cock as it went in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth. His dark face made a beautiful contrast to the angry-reddish cast of my cock. The mushroom head was so big that he could barely take it, but take it he did, and his tongue wickedly played with the underside of the head, while his little fingers stroked up and down the sides, my cock's veins bulging, as I felt the warmth of his wet mouth, sucking away as hard as he could. He let go with one of his little hands and placed his fingers on my shaved balls, caressing them, rubbing them all over, while his other hand held on, as best he could, as his little fingers would not go all the way around my big cock, helping me guide it in and out of his eager mouth. Every man, even those who hotly deny it, want to fuck children, especially their own sons, whose actions, whose half-hidden glances at their dad's naked body, show how much they want to be ravaged by their fathers, to be impaled on those big cocks, to touch them, suck their cocks, have their father suck on their little nipples, kiss them deeply on the mouth, play with their tender balls, to have them on the bed, their legs in the air, their father's cock shoved into their tiny hole, or to be set on their daddy's lap, the father's cock deep inside the little boy's ass, getting past the pain to the raw, gasping pleasure of sexual intercourse, gay sex, incestuous sex, the boy's head thrown back, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open, his moaning and whining, "Daddy! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy!" Just thinking about the possibilities reminds the man of his guilty desires for his own father or older brothers, how he would masturbate so many times, smelling their dirty underwear, lying in their beds when it was safe to do so, searching their underpants and jock straps for pubic hairs for his secret collection, consumed with guilt that the ejaculation would not only not satisfy, but intensify, and now it is you who are the aggressor, the older one, the one who will complete the act, fulfill your childhood fantasy, only you are the one who has the power, the large cock, the father's love and lust for his tiny boy who fears but who also impatiently anticipates with short bursts of breath out of the mouth the sexual acts that are to begin. Trey, who could not keep his eyes off my large, hard cock with its foreskin barely exposing the big mushroom head, the smell so strong that even I could breathe it in, knowing he would soon be given the pleasure of licking and swallowing a white man's sweat, his tiny black head bobbing all about my groin, his little tongue, his thick lips working on me, tasting and smelling me, his small hands caressing my balls, then his licking of my shaft, the veins bulging, the sweat increasing, as I held his head, the woolly hair such a turn-on, as I could close my eyes and know it was a little black boy, the small head, the special hair, letting me know that, once again, I had a young black boy as my lover, whose mouth was moving over my whole groin, licking me, driving me to drip even more, even larger amounts of pre-cum as my cock waited, impatiently, to enter his ass, yet another little boy taking my penis, the cock of his white daddy, into the area of his body that caused him to gasp and moan the most, the penetration so deep, so full, so complete that he could not help but shoot his own load of cum into the air while I deposited my load inside the little black boy's cunt. The feeling of power, of dominance almost descending into pain, is first experienced when one stands above the child, your cock hard and throbbing, while the little boy is slightly shaking from fear and nervousness, and you can spot a little tear in one eye, starting to run down the side of his face, as he looks at you, afraid to take your large cock inside him, but telling you, by his expression and by his outright voiced plea, that he wants it and he wants it bad and he wants it now. You are so excited your heart is beating fast and you have begun sweating. Your face feels hot. The anticipation is incredible. Seeing the fear in his eyes, his staring at you, whether you're about to take his cherry or this will be one of many times he's been fucked, either by you and/or by others, there is a lust that overpowers you, and you seize him, causing him to cry out. You take hold of his thighs and squeeze them, holding up his legs, putting his feet against you and continuing to squeeze his legs. Because he is restrained, he cannot get away and, again, you are rock hard and finding it almost hard to breathe because of the sheer, brute power you have over a child, knowing you will soon fuck him and he, knowing it, and feeling your grasping him in a rough way, looks at you with uncertainty, only confirming the strength you have and the total control you have over the child. You slap him on the side of his butt, smacking him, enjoying watching him flinch, smack him again, on the other side. the feeling of power over him is increasing. You face grows hotter. You drip more. An observer would think you are about to rape a little boy who is trapped beneath you, your legs planted on the floor, outside his that are held together, that you are going to be rough with him, forcing your large cock into a tiny hole, having him scream in pain and crying for you to stop, only making you even hornier and even hotter and more determined to show him who has the power. But that's not the case. This little boy, yours or someone else's, wants it. He has been begging for it and he is ready to be entered, so that you two become one. He is as gay and as horny as you are, as much of a fag at 10 years old as you are at 30 years, and, somewhere in your mind preoccupied with the delicious scene in front of you of a little boy, his cock hard and upright, you recall your first time when your father progressed from masturbation and fellatio to fucking you in the ass and how the pain and pleasure of it bonded you to him in a loving, passionate way that remains to this day as he continues to fuck you and your son Tad, the same age as Trey, as well. Awesome! Simply awesome to have the little boy on your bed, awaiting your penetration of his tight, tiny hole with that cock that men your age moan and cry out, "Damn, you're so big!" Think what a 10-year-old asshole feels like, tight, warm, the little butt cheeks, the smooth body of the baby, now old enough to be fucked and wanting desperately for you to begin. You take your time, pulling his head up as much as you can, for example, to piss in his mouth, starting and stopping your stream, so that he gets a full load, but having a big glass pitcher beside you, in case you can't hold it long enough and, if not, you piss in it, bubbles forming at the top, a few pubes tossed in, the game you love to play so much, and one boys like because it is so very dirty and taboo, eating a man's pubic hair and drinking his piss, gulping it down, thirsty from the sweaty foreplay or slurping it down after being fucked, desperate for a drink and being told that a soft drink is bad for his health, and that he's already had too many beers that day for a 10 year old, he is told to be content with urine, warm strong urine, the piss of gods, the piss of his master, which he swallows with great joy, gulping it, some of it running down his chin. Again, the power over the little child, having him drink your piss, being your toilet. It is ordained. When I was preparing to make love to little Trey, I thought of the sheer joy of fucking a child, getting that funny feeling and taste in my throat that indicates extreme sexual desire is being felt as I am penetrating the ass of a little boy, watching his face grimace as he takes my thick cock in his tiny, tight hole, as I relentlessly push it in, never minding his protests, knowing that he will soon accept it, whether he's a virgin or whether, like Trey, he's been lent to me by his father who has been fucking his little son for some time and wants him to experience a man with an even bigger cock, a man like me who can never fuck enough little boys, who can never tire of seeing a nude boy, lying on my bed, waiting with some fear in his eyes, while I prepare him before the penetration, yet his hard cock and the smell of his groin wafting to my nostrils letting me know he is sexed up while I use my fingers, lips, and tongue over his tiny body. Trey's father sat outside the slightly open door, listening to his son's moans that became loud cries when he was finally penetrated, roughly and fully, by my thick cock, the big head pushed hard into him, his cries of "No, no, stop!" causing his father to rapidly masturbate - I can see him in a mirror in the room - as he imagines the scene, preferring to imagine it by listening to the cries and sobs of his son (soon to turn to even louder moans and cries of "Jesus! Jesus! Fuck me! Daddy!") rather than watch, and I loom over the tiny body, my cock wet from his sucking me, his mouth stretched from taking the big head, the size of it frightening him as he knows it will very soon be shoved into his tiny ass which can barely handle his father's cock. But, I proceed, and I rub lube on it and insert one finger into his cunt, and then two, stretching him even more, and, finally, forcing three fingers in, rubbing them around the walls of his beautiful tunnel for my train, as I tease him, fucking him with them, back and forth, his moans growing louder and louder. His little Spiderman briefs are lying on the bed beside us. I am tempted to fist him, but am afraid his screams would bring his father in to stop me, and, besides, one should always reserve something for the second time one fucks a small child, especially a 10 year old, like Tad, desperate for cum and for cock. Then, I leave him on his back so I can watch his face, see his body, and position myself so I can enter him, forcing it in, a difficult task, helped by his cries, pleading me not to do it, causing me to laugh, making his father beat even faster, then I am, suddenly, inside him, deeply, all the way, and his cries turn to tears and he reaches for me to hold on to me, only able to reach an arm that is supporting me, and I know from his different kind of moan and his closed eyes, his gasping, his joining me in moving back and forth to take full advantage of the fucking, that he is deep, very deep, in the act of sexual intercourse with an adult who can never ever fuck enough little boys, eager to leave his copious amount of cum inside them. To have a naked boy child lie on your bed, on his back, doing whatever you have him do, is such a gift, even when it's not your own flesh and blood. Whether he is sucking away on your cock, eating your ass, licking and smelling and tasting your groin, or raising his legs up in the air, his hands pulling apart his butt cheeks so that you can first enjoy the taste of his ass, then after much foreplay and preparation, penetrate the small child's tight asshole with your huge cock, shoving it in all the way, rocking the bed, making it squeak with the rhythm of anal intercourse -- oh! oh! Fucking a little boy child is one of the greatest pleasures any man can know. If only more fathers would act on their natural instincts and introduce their sons to sex! The turmoil of the boy's onset of puberty and his foul moods during his teenage years would be washed away by the intense, passionate love he would share with his father as they have raw, sweaty, noisy sex, each one a teacher and each a student, learning what the other one needs and wants, and making sure that the boy experiences the joys of receiving his father's cock deep inside his asshole, that he tastes his father's cum, sucking on the cock he has been secretly staring at for such a long time, now offered to him on a daily basis, so that he can drink the cum of his sweaty father, lick that sweat off his dad's groin and swallow it, eat his father's ass, listening for the moans of a man who will cuddle with him afterward, kissing him and holding him, both father and son soaked in sweat and bits of cum, sharing a bond that would never, ever be there if they ignored the natural lust of incest that too seldom is allowed to come to the surface. Those men who do encourage it, those boys who do seduce their (shy, but very willing) fathers, are the lucky ones. And I was certainly a lucky one, to have had my father make love to me when I was a child and I, in turn, make love to my little boy, all of us sharing the passion, the carnal knowledge of one another, not one inch of each other's bodies left untouched by our tongues and our fingers. Fuck children! Fuck your sons! They want it. They need it. You deserve it. And, equally important, those little boys deserve it, too. They have the right to experience passion and lust as soon as they are old enough to respond with their own cum and loud moans uttered in the midst of sexual intercourse. And, when I took the little black boy, my "son," to my bed in Dad's house and began to molest him, it was an experience that had me breathing hard and moaning, along with the little black boy. I was proud to give my seed to him, to give him some satisfaction, as I watched his cock, as hard as mine, begin to shoot cum as I fucked him, spraying his own child seed over both of us. Sex with a small child cannot be compared to any other sex act, even when my father fucks me, as an adult, as much sheer joy as I receive from that, it is still better to hold a little boy, the sheer joy of feeling my cock inside him, warm flesh against warm flesh, wet and tight, whether it's my son Tad or another boy his own age, a willing, horny little boy who needs sexual gratification from a man one or more times a day.