Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 15:47:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jörn Roth <jrnroth@aol.com>
Subject: The Side Gig [category: incest]

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THE SIDE GIG

Author: Jörn Roth (jrnroth@aol.com)
Feel free to reach out if you enjoyed it.
Note: This is a work of fiction. It has no connection to real people or
events.

The boy looked to be around 17, with a head of golden hair that he held
in a loose bun on his head. He looked like an angel in disguise, with his
beautiful lips and his torn jeans and the baggy shirt he kept tucked
inside his belt. Alone on the small stage he looked like a dainty-stalked
bloom, fragile and thin. Yet the two undone buttons on his shirt allowed
the public a peek at his well-defined chest. Nor was there doubt or fear
in his bright blue eyes, but fierceness.

Soon, a man joined him. He looked to be in his late thirties or early
forties. He was scruffy, almost wolf-like, with his unshaven handsome
jawline and his wild eyes and his forest of long, gray-streaked dark
hair.
He raised a hand toward the boy, and everyone could see that his were the
hands of a manual worker, big and rough. He extended his index finger in
front of the boy's face, and the boy's lips parted, and he began sucking
the finger, letting it slide deep into his mouth. The man watched as the
boy worked his tongue around his index, in his eyes the dangerous glint
of domination, of undefeated manhood.

Then, without stopping, the boy began undoing the buttons of his shirt,
which in another moment ended up on the floor. The man watched in
fascination as the boy slowly unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his
trousers while sucking his finger, a thin rope of drool coming out of his
mouth. Now he had only his tight white briefs on.
Finally, he began undressing the older man, revealing his hairy,
tattooed, muscled body. In front of the man, the boy looked like a small
bird, yet he moved as though he was in charge of the situation. No one
expected it when his hand flashed across the man's face, slapping it. The
man's head turned from the impact, his large lips turning upward in a
smile.
Then the boy ravenously pulled down the man's pants, revealing his
boxers, which now barely contained a large, twitching bulge. With sure
hand, the boy reached inside the package and let out the giant, veiny
cock. People in the public gasped as the boy's small hands handled that
proud snake like an enchanter from India.

The boy and the man looked each other in the eyes, desire lighting sparks
between them. Then the boy's hands closed in a clutch around the man's
balls.
Tighter.
And tighter.
Pain became visible in the man's expression, pain mixed with petals of
pleasure and admiration for what the boy was doing.
The man's knees bent a little. After a second, he knelt definitely, and
the boy placed his foot on the man's cock, and he began rubbing it. The
man looked up, admiring that deadly angel as he deigned to give him
pleasure with the lowest part of his body, his feet.

Then someone gasped, and someone yelled as, with a powerful kick, the boy
forced the man to the ground, where he gasped for air, and yet in his
face the expression was one of rapture. Then the angel descended on him.
He lowered his slips, revealing a cock smaller than that of the man, but
also much harder. It already looked like it was about to explode. Without
a second's hesitation, the boy slid it inside the man's ass, and began
thrusting violently. The man screamed, his eyes rolling almost back with
ecstasy. That man, who was so much bigger than the boy that was
dominating him, was reduced within seconds to a whimpering heap of
muscles on the floor.

Finally, the boy took out his dick just in time as one shot after the
other began leaving its tip to fly all over the man's body, landing in
his eyes, on his chin, on his chest wide as a prairie of hair. An
applause erupted from the public.
When it was over, the boy rose to his feet, his chest heaving and
falling, followed by the man, who was still dripping with cum. The boy
grabbed the man's erect dick unceremoniously, as though it were a leash
for a misbehaving dog. And by that leash he led the man off the stage and
among the public.
He wandered around a little, the man almost howling with pleasure as he
was being led around by his cock. Finally, the boy found a group of
university students who looked to be only a little older than him. By
pulling at the man's dick, he forced him to sit in one of the boys' lap.
The student looked confused and excited, having that piece of hunk
sitting on him, his dick dangling in front of him.

Then the boy began masturbating the man, all the while darting a knowing
look to the bewildered student. It didn't take too long. Soon, rope after
rope of cum began flying out the large head of the man's thrashing dick
as he moaned like a slut. The student was soon covered in cum. Another
applause.
Finally, the man and the boy stepped back onto the stage and bowed in
front of the cheering crowd. Coins and banknotes rained on them for a
couple of minutes. They gathered them before bowing once more and
retreating behind the curtains.

"Sorry, I was a little rough," the boy said as they made their way to the
dressing room.
"I like rough," the man grinned heartily.
"Next time you can be rough with me," the boy said.
"You sure? I can get real rough."
The boy smiled and rose to the tips of his toes. "My dad can be rough
with me all he wants," he said, and he kissed him.
Then he shut the door to the dressing room. And they began counting their
money.