Losing Custody 2

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One more, I think, looking down at the little quivering figure in my bed. He's still coming down, but I'm getting kind of tired, so we need to wrap this up. With each boygasm he's had since we got up to bed, he's taken longer and longer to swim his way out of it. I've been keeping track. I've got my fancy smartphone resting on the little boy's chest, with the timer running.

We're already at two minutes, and he's still doing that hip-bucking thing he does when he's about two-thirds of the way through, kind of like he's possessed by a ghost that is forcing his hips up off the bed, then slamming them back down over and over.

We're on orgasm number seven, not counting the one down in the basement, and I really probably should stop. But I have to say, I'm pretty addicted to watching this kid cum. Each orgasm seems to be entirely unique, with its own characteristics. I feel like I could study his boygasms forever and die a happy man.

The first three boygasms we've had were pretty similar to the one down in the basement. Benji actually asked for the first one, in a way. He kinda had trouble with it, but he definitely said, "a-g-g-g-gain p-p-please" at some point. Or at least he would have if he could have gotten his words out in time.

After the first three, though, things changed. Sure, he still writhed around like a little demon, and he still sweated out buckets each time. There was a veritable puddle on the bed—the kid just couldn't help getting completely sweaty and wet when he came.

But even though the kid is super dehydrated and has been since we left the basement, I can tell these last four orgasms have been a trial for little Benji. His moans of pleasure are now higher pitched, like a puppy's yelp, and his asshole isn't looking so good. Only three fingers, but still, his little fruit loop anal ring has swollen to twice the size it was, and it's got this scary shade of red going on that is a bit upsetting. But it also makes my cock leak precum like a faucet. Speaking of which, precum is pretty much the only thing I've been using for lube tonight, and it's doing a really good job. Kid is slippery as fuck, though that's also because he seems to sorta self-lubricate with all that sweat.

Anyway, it's clear to me that the last four orgasms haven't been all fun and games for Benji. He looks so exhausted after each one, and it's a struggle to keep his eyes open—at least until I push his legs behind his head and start again.

I'm not totally ruining the kid, however. I've been giving him glasses of water over and over and over again. It's so cute to see him get up on his knees, trembling, lifting the big, heavy glass with both hands, and chugging down water to replace all of the sweat his boygasms have forced out his every pore.

And of course he's been huffing poppers like crazy. Though I'm not sure he would agree that it was helping, since I'm pretty sure they make his orgasms even more intense, painful and frequent.

I look down at the little guy and realize he's just about done. He is no longer bucking his hips, just having the occasional full-body spasm, then lays flat, his eyes closed, his breathing labored.

When the last spasm comes and goes, I reach forward and peel my phone off his sweaty little chest, hitting the timer.

"Wow, Benji!" I say with a smile, stroking my big, black cock (which has been out this entire time). "Three minutes and 49 seconds! A new record! How do you feel?"

Benji

"I g-g-g-g-gotta go p-p-pee pee." I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open, but the only thing worse than how tired I am is how much I gotta pee! All this hard work has made my tummy feel really weird, and I gotta pee now before it's too late!

"Sure thing, baby boy," TJ says to me, and I wrinkle my nose. I don't usually like being called a baby, but I don't mind it when he does it. I'm just happy he's letting me up! I can't have another one of those crazy things. Boygasms he called `em. He says my boygasms are good, and I think so too, kinda, but they are kinda scary too! I don't know how to feel about them, but I definitely know I can't have any more.

I climb off the bed, and I giggle a little cause it feels like I'm peeling myself off like a sticker! The bed is wet, but TJ already told me it's OK. Daddy gets mad when I wet the bed, but TJ isn't daddy, is he? He's much nicer.

When I hop down off the bed, I yelp a little, cause my bum is still sore. That's what's so weird about all this. It really hurts my bum a lot! But then when TJ gets really deep in me it's likeÉit hurts even more but in a really good way. I can't explain it, cause I don't even get it! Maybe I'll understand when I'm older.

I waddle over to the bathroom, trying to go slow so my bum doesn't hurt so much. When I get in there, I immediately start peeing. It feels so good, but even peeing kinda reminds me of my boygasms! I wish I could understand all of this more, but it's so confusing.

When I get back to bed, I can see the outline of my body in sweat. It makes me blush, but I crawl into bed anyway, snuggling up to TJ. I'm so tired, I really hope he lets me sleep!

I haul the kid back into bed, and he latches onto me like a leach. He's got his arm stretched out, though it only goes halfway across my hips, and both his tiny little white legs are latched on to my big, beefy thigh. In no time, he's asleep, and I realize I really can't coax another boygasm out of this kid. He is totally wiped.

He's breathing slowly and deeply now, totally asleep, and I figure I should drift off too. I can see a bit of light coming in the window, and this kid has to get to school in a few hours.

There's just one problem. My cock is pulsing so hard I can hear it thumping on the top of my abs. I'm soaking wet too—not just with this kids sugar-scented sweat, but my own precum pooling on my stomach and in my navel. There's no way I can sleep with the massive load I've been churning in my balls.

That's when I get a deliciously wicked idea. I quietly, slowly pry myself out of the boy's grip. God, he's so attached to me already! Even though I just put him through boygasm hell, he's clinging to me for dear life!

Fortunately I'm about three times his weight, so it's no problem peeling him off me without even waking him up. I lay him tummy down in his puddle of sweat, then prop his ass up with a pillow. He stirs a bit, but apparently not enough to wake up.

Then I reach for my phone on the bedside table.

Wesley

I have to be up in two hours, but maybe I can finally get some sleep. No, I doubt it. My mind is racing too much. But the sounds have stopped, which has calmed me down a little bit.

The basement is cool, and there just aren't enough blankets to keep me warm. But I think I know what's really making me feel so cold and distant—it's that I'm down here, shivering on shitty pull out couch, while my son and a man who is basically a stranger enjoy my temperature controlled bedroom, doing god knows what.

I really, honestly, have no idea what's been going on up there. I've only been able to hear muffled screams and shouts and moans, all of them coming from my own kid.

I could make a pretty good guess at what was going on between the two of them. The pattern is too familiar—quiet moans at first, then a bouncing that sounds like a bed moving up and down, then loud shouts and screams as Benji presumably cums, and then low moans and into silence. I've counted seven boygasms, and each one has made me cry, but each one has also made me jerk out a load from my own cock. It's a very odd sensation, to be so devastated by something so horrible, but also need to jerk yourself off over and over and over. What is happening to my life?

Now it seems to be finally over, and I'm hoping I can get some shut eye. But that's when I feel my phone buzz, and as soon as I look at the screen, my stomach drops.

NEW VIDEO MESSAGE FROM TJ

My finger trembles over the "PLAY" icon for a moment. I know I don't want to see this. It was just sent, which means it was probably taken upstairs just now. But another part of me knows that I am not really being given a choice here. TJ sent this to me, and he expects me to watch it. I'm starting to see now that whatever he expects, he gets. Which means I need to tap the button.

Instantly, my breath is stolen from me by what I see on the screen. It's dark in the room, but TJ is using the LED light from his phone to illuminate the scene before me. It's my precious little Benji, face down, ass up in my bed, completely naked, with his tiny little ass propped up on my favorite pillow. He's obviously had some more anal play, because his ass is red and swollen, and I can actually kinda see down into it, except that it's so dark.

But what's even more shocking is that hovering over it, just a few inches above it, running along the crack and reaching nearly halfway up my son's back, is a very long, dark, and familiar cock, and it's rock hard and glistening wet. TJ is stroking himself slowly up and down, making a sickly wet noise, as he pants over my one and only son.

I let out an audible shout as that big, fat cock, with it's bright pink, apple-sized head, lunges forward like a snake and comes to rest just on the outside of my child's butt hole.

"Please don't fuck him!" I hear myself say out loud. He's way too young for that—I mean, he's way too young for all of this!

As if the TJ in the video could hear me, he whispers, "I'm not gonna fuck him, don't worry." He's whispering kind of loud, but my kid is apparently really passed out, because he's not moving at all, even as I can see that cock testing the pressure of his exhausted little sphincter.

"Well, at least not right now. I mean, I am gonna fuck him some day. Some day soon. I'll be taking his cherry. Probably not this week, but soon, and he's gonna get every inch of my nightstick, bro. Give me some time, and I promise you this kid will be spending more time introducing his internal organs to my gland than he does at school. But tonight's not the night. You know why? Because of this, right here."

TJ pauses to curl two of his black fingers—his thumb and forefinger—around my son's swollen hole, framing it in his adult fingers like he's giving an OK sign.

"This, right here, is why I have to control myself. If I were to slide into this little ring right now, as hard as I am and as exhausted he is, it would beÉhow can I say this?...a permanent issue. He wouldn't recover from that. He needs to be conditioned."

TJ pauses for a moment for dramatic effect. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun conditioning him."

The camera shuffles a bit, and somehow TJ is resting the phone so he can use both hands while still capturing all of the things he's doing to my son. I watch in rapt silence as he begins to stroke his dick with both hands, frantically, working himself up.

It doesn't take long at all. In no time that big, veiny cock is spewing an enormous load of cum so thick and white it looks like Elmer's glue. But it's nothing nearly so innocent raining down my boy's tiny, slumbering body. No, it's thick, slimy, stranger cum, a special delivery from those big, swinging black balls.

Needless to say, Benji is absolutely drenched—and not just in sweat. Everything from the back of his neck to his tiny little ass is covered in the stuff. And the kid has slept through the whole thing.

I figure this is the end of the video—it's been torturous enough just watching this, though I'll admit I'm going to have to jerk out one more load to this video, as shameful as that is. I'm such a horrible father! I love my son, so why am I letting this happen?

But the video doesn't end there. No, when TJ is finally done, I hear him whisper, "Let's introduce your kid's ass to something it will be swallowing daily in just a little bit."

I want to turn away. I want to throw the phone down, run upstairs, and rescue my little child. Because what TJ is suggesting is NOT something a boy of his age should endure. I don't even know TJ's STI status!

But instead of rushing to the rescue, I instead, start to jerk off, and I can feel tears coming on again as I watch my boy's butt hole get it's first taste of semen.

TJ begins to methodically spoon the cum from my boy's back into his upturned cunt. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed that my son is not waking up, even as some man he barely knows fingers raw cum into his butt hole.

Wouldn't a kid wake up at that? A normal kid? Or was my son's ass so hungry for cum that he could multitask? Ugh, why do I have these thoughts! And why is my cock leaking so much precum?

Finally my son is all clean, except for one last, big glob that's right at the base of his tailbone. It's pooled there, right in the little dip at the very top of his tiny, smooth ass crack. The white glob has been running down his crack slowly, and it looks like TJ is going to let gravity put it in him.

To my shock, he reaches forward with both hands, and hooks his two thumbs into my kid's hole. Then he yanks at it, opening the boy's sphincter so the last bit of this man's nut can go into my kid's poop chute.

This was my child, and all I could do was watch. I had this nagging feeling that something was changing with Benji. As I watched that glob of sperm slither down his crack, I realized something was changing between myself and my son. Even though he is just a few feet away from me, Benji feels like he's thousands of miles away.

I'm certain Benji has changed when I see what happens as that last bit of semen drops with a sickly plop into my son's chute.

Suddenly, Benji gives a big jolt, and he starts shouting. His little legs start to kick like crazy, and his hole is spasming even as TJ holds it open wide.

"My god," I whisper to myself as I jerk myself off faster and faster. "He's boygasming! My son experiencing a hands-free orgasm just by getting nigger nut up his ass!"

This sets me off, and I quickly shoot out what is a painful eighth load. That's it, I have to stop this. Yet even as I come down from my high, I can only sit there, my cock softening, as Benji continues to shake, rattle and boygasm.

I can hear TJ laughing, and then he whispers in the video, "Looks like it's time for Benji's first wet dream! He's still sleeping!"

I realize TJ is right. Even though my son is still basically having a seizure, his eyes are closed, and his moaning doesn't make much sense. (Though even when he's awake, he doesn't make much sense, what with his stutter and all.)

Finally, after four minutes of watching my son writhe in sleepy boygasm pain and pleasure, he comes down, and the screen is filled with TJ's dark face, his white teeth gleaming.

"All right, Daddy. Good night!" he says as he pulls the now soaking wet and still slumbering child up close to him. "Say goodnight, Benji!"

Benji's eyes flutter, but I don't think he wakes up. So I watch TJ put two of his big, black fingers in my sons' mouth—the same two that were holding his hole open—and he moves my boy's mouth for me.

"Night, night, Daddy!" He whispers, then laughs, and the video ends.

Just as it does, the alarm goes off, and I realize I need to get up and shower before work.

Benji

I haven't had a very good schoolday. My teacher told me so. Ms. Huntington yelled at me twice cause I was falling asleep in class, and she got mad too when I had to ask to go to the bathroom for the fourth time.

But I can't help it! Something weird is going on with my bum, and I would have gone to see the nurse down the hall, but TJ told me not to go to the nurse today. I like to do whatever TJ says, so I'll have to ask him about my problem when I get home!

I don't mind going to the bathroom, even though I got in trouble. I like it in there, cause there are fun puppies and kitties painted on the walls, and the walls are also a nice light blue. It's very relaxing, and I sometimes go in there just to think.

And oh boy, do I have a lot to think about today! I've been thinking all about what happened last night with TJ and my daddy. I've got lots of questions, like what was that feeling in my body, and was it a good thing or a bad thing? Did all little boys have their holes played with? How come it makes me so sweaty? Why does TJ like doing it so much? What was going on with my daddy while he was watching me, and why did he look so funny? What was that stuff TJ kept making me sniff, and why did it make me feel so silly andÉwhat was the word TJ used? Horny?

I don't have any horns on my head, but TJ says I'm the horniest boy he's ever met! I hope that's a good thing.

But what's really confusing me is what's making me go to the potty so much! It all started in the morning during snack time. I was sitting alone—no one really sits with me or talks to me cause of my stutter—quietly eating a cookie and some juice. Then all of the sudden there was a rumbling in my tummy, and I realized I really had to go to the bathroom!

I ran out and made it just in time. When I sat down on the toilet, I had a feeling like I've never had before! It didn't feel at all like it usually does when I go potty. What came out of my bum was weird and hot—almost burning—and it had this slimy feeling like I was blowing a snot rocket out my bum! And there was SO much of it! It just kept pouring out of me as I sat there on the toilet, farting out whatever this wet stuff was.

It took me probably twenty minutes until I felt like it was all gone and I could stand up. But when I looked in the toilet, I was in for another surprise! All of the stuff in the toilet was this white, pearly color. It was just floating on top of the toilet water there in the bathroom at my elementary school! So silly!

I flushed it away and hurried back to class, but by the time I got back, naptime had already come and gone. And gosh, of all days to miss naptime, today had to be the day?? I have never been so sleepy in my entire life!

Anyway, Ms. Huntington was real mad when I got back, and she got even madder when I had to run to the bathroom four more times before the day was over! I kept missing my favorite stuff, too—I had to skip both recess and lunch.

Thankfully the day is almost over, and as soon as the bell rings, I'm gonna run home and see TJ! He said he had a special night planned for me, and I can't wait to see what he's got! Plus, my favorite TV show is on right on after school, and if I run I usually don't have to miss any of it!

Wesley

This has been one of the longest days of my life. I can't remember the last time I was this tired, this unfocused at work. Then again, the past 24 hours have been the craziest of my life, so I suppose that's no surprise.

Everyone has been calling me out on it. Sometimes it's not bad—just my colleagues telling me I look tired or asking if I had a long night. Other things are becoming big issues. My boss had to pull me aside because of a coding job I fucked up, and he went on and on about how I need to bring my A-game to work.

How can I bring my A-game to work when I know that my young son was experiencing multiple long orgasms just a few hours ago?

The worst part of the day came when I had to go fix Henley's computer. He's the new intern they hired—fresh out of college. Normally I wouldn't really notice him, since he's below me on the chain, but today he caught my eye, because he's the only black guy in our office.

I was sitting beside him, working on his computer, but I couldn't stop staring at him. Will this be how I am around black men all the time now? I was so nervous, my mouth was completely dry, and I could feel his eyes on me. I wanted to fix his computer quickly—not just to get away from him, but also because I felt the need to serve him. Just because of his skin color! I mean, this kid is 20 years younger than me and has almost no experience. Technically, I'm one of his bosses, and yet I wanted to thank him just for letting me get close to him.

Thankfully it's quitting time, and I've made a decision. I'm going to leave here, go get in my car, charge up my phone, and tell TJ to leave. My phone died halfway through the day, and my only charger is in the car, but otherwise I would have called him earlier and told him he had to be out of my house before I called the cops.

I get in my car and plug my phone in, waiting a moment for it to start up. Then it starts buzzing, and I see that I have a new voicemail.

I start to pull out of the parking lot as I listen to the message. Once again, my stomach drops as I hear the voice on the other end. TJ.

Hey, Wesley. It's your pal TJ here. I know you've probably had a rough day, so I wanted to let you know that I'm going to be taking care of dinner tonight, for all of us.

HmmÉthat's funny. Maybe TJ has realized what he's doing is wrong, I think. But the next bit of the message makes it clear that's not the truth.

I do need you to pick up a few ingredients, though. And don't bother going to the grocery store, because what I need you won't find there. Instead, I need you to hit up a few places. The truckstop off R-84 for starters. Then hit the dumpster behind the Jack in the Box, the bathroom in Domino Park, and the dumpster behind the local high school. That should be enough.

What you need to do is pick up a bunch of used condoms. Four or five should do the trick. Doesn't matter how old they are or where they were left behind, just as long as the gooey interior is still in tact. Something tells me Benji likes his food wet.

The message ended, and suddenly I realized I was driving off the road. I skidded to a stop and put my car into park, breathing heavily. ThisÉthis was insane! No way could he really expect me to do that! I had to stop him!

But did I pick up my phone and call him back and tell him to fuck off? No. I didn't. Instead, I put down my phone, took a deep breath, put my car in gear, and headed off to the truck stop.

I really tried to have a good, quiet evening with the kid. I know what I had planned for him was going to be very trying for the little guy, and I didn't want to alienate him. In order to truly OWN Benji, I needed to give him a nice mixture of sex and sweetness.

But goddamn, the kid is so sexy it's pretty fucking hard! I heard the door open and slam shut, and I knew as soon as I walked into the living room I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off him. He was panting hard from running, sitting on the floor on his knees, just inches away from the TV, his Spongebob backpack still strapped to his back.

He was watching that stupid talking puppy dog show, his eyes wide, loving it. He didn't even look up until I coughed, and then he came running, shouting my name as he jumped into my arms.

I settled onto the couch with him, cause I know how much he loves this show. But he insisted on cuddling up to me and rubbing against me, and after a while, I just couldn't wait. I had to let it out.

I set Benji back on the floor so I wouldn't disturb him, and then pulled out my fat cock. It was so hot, watching him pay such close attention to the TV, while I had my foot-long black cock out and wet, jerking as I watched him.

I heard a car pull up in the driveway, and I quickened my pace. It had been a while since Wesley left work, so I guessed he must have finished his task. I had quite a show for him, and I timed it perfectly. Just as he walked inÉ

Wesley

"Hey guysÉI'm—"

I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen in the doorway. My house enters into the living room, and I couldn't believe what I saw. My little boy was sitting on the floor, and behind him was TJ, his cock out, jerking off rapidly.

Just as I stepped in, he let loose, and you wouldn't believe it, but he aimed his cock right at the back of my kid's head. He pointed that fat black cock at my son's red mop of hair as if he was executing my kid with a big black gun.

My set let out a shout of surprise, but he didn't turn around. Apparently his favorite TV show was just too interesting, even more interesting than a virtual stranger shooting several ropes of thick cum through his hair.

TJ just smiled at me as he shot, as if he wasn't even experiencing an orgasm. But I could tell he was still feeling good, because the thickness of what he was shooting was so thick and creamy it looked like he was dumping at least a gallon of cum on my kid's hair.

In no time, Benji was soaked, and his hair had gone from a bright and fiery red to that wet, muted red that he gets when he's with TJ. God, this is already starting to feel so normalÉwhat is wrong with me?

Finally the show ends just around the same time as TJ's orgasm, and it's like my kid snaps back to reality.

"Hey! What's th-this st-st-stuff?!?" he said, reaching his little hands up to feel the cum in his hair.

But TJ reaches forward and grabs his wrist with one hand as he shoves his meat back in the other. "Ah, ah, just leave it there. It's good for your hair, and it'll dry there in a minute."

"OK!" my boy says, not even questioning this direction. My son was always asking me why I made him do things, but when it comes to TJ, I guess he's just ready to accept whatever the man wants without question.

"Now, why don't you go wash up? Brush those teeth, Benji, because we're gonna have dinner, and your mouth is gonna get real dirty!"

"Oh boy! I'm so h-h-hungry!" Benji says, and then the little cum-covered kid is rushing upstairs to wash up, not even greeting me or even acknowledging me. God, my heart hurts, and good lord is my cock hard.

"TJ, I need to have a word with you. I can't—"

"Did you get the stuff?" TJ interrupts.

I look down at the plastic bag in my hand, then back at him. "Yes. What's this all about? I don't think—"

"It's cum eating time for Benji," TJ says as he stands up and starts to walk toward the kitchen. I follow him, intent on getting the story and telling him that NO WAY are these used condoms getting anywhere near my kid.

But before I can say anything, he takes the bag from my hand and looks in, then nods approvingly. I hate to say it, but I feel sort of happy that he's approved of the job I did, even though it was a vile job!

I notice there's a single plate on the table—my son's favorite place, with the very same talking puppy from the TV show on it. I stare in horror as TJ reaches into the bag and begins to lay out those condoms one by one.

"Listen, buddy," he says as he artfully decorates the play with the array of condoms. "Much of the rest of Benji's childhood is going to be about eating cum. Sure, it's mostly gonna be about taking cock and jizz up that sweet pussy of his, but I don't really see him going a day without slurping up some ball jizz from somebody."

"Somebody?" I say, my voice trembling. What does he mean? He can't—

"Yeah, you knowÉall the guys I'm gonna share him with. Anyway, I figured, what better way to teach a virginal, slutty child about his new life as a cum guzzling whore than to feed him a bunch of anonymous cum loads that his dad collected on my behalf?"

"MY SON IS NOT A SLUT!" I roar, beyond furious at my new "friend."

"Daddy, what's a s-s-s-slut?"

I'm surprised that Wesley has gotten so angry—but it's not a bad thing. It just gives me more spirit to crush. That will have to wait, though, because my little cum-whore-to-be has impeccable timing.

Before his dad can say anything, I rush over to the kid standing in the doorway, and say, "You are! You're a slut, kiddo!"

"I-I-I am? Is that b-b-bad?" Benji's eyes are so big and curious, I just want to bend him over and give him a boygasm! But we're on to new lessons.

"Nope! It's very good. Very good indeed, my little slut."

I pat him on his cummy head, and his eyes light up.

"I'm a hungry slut! Is dinner ready?"

"It sure is, but Benji, this is going to be a very messy meal, and I don't want you to mess up your outfit. Want to put on your special outfit you wear with me?"

"Ok!" Benji says, and I make sure to watch Wesley, enjoying the shock on his face as he realizes what this "special outfit" consists of. Which is nothing. Last night, I told Benji that whenever he and I were having fun time, he could get naked, and the kid was more than happy to comply.

So Wesley and I just watch as the little gradeschooler strips off his clothes until he's buck naked, his smooth, hairless body on full display.

"Good boy!" I say. "And I have something else special for you."

I walk over and grab my naked little boy, then plop him in front of the plate. He takes a quick look at it, but the little ADD slut is more interested in what I've got in my hands.

See, I did some digging today, going through the old stuff in the attic, finding relics of Benji and Wesley's past that I thought it might be fun. And as soon as I saw this item, I knew it was perfect for tonight.

"No way! I don't wear bibs anymore!" Benji protests, folding his hands. "I haven't worn my cookie monster bib since I was a b-b-b-b-baby!"

AwwwÉlooks like both dad and son are in the mood to protest tonight. But it's not hard to overcome Benji when he's like this.

I walk over and sit down at the table. "Benji, what did I say last night? Who knows what's best?"

"Y-y-you do," he says quietly, meeting my gaze with his green eyes.

"So when I say you have to wear the bib?"

"I-I-I-É" he looks sad for a moment. But then he says nothing more as I reach forward and snap the cookie monster bib around his neck.

And it's all I can do not to cum right then and there, because he looks so cute, cum dried in his hair, his cookie monster bib on, about to dig into a huge plate of stranger jizz.

Wesley

My knees feel like they are about to give out, so before they do, I sit down at the table. I feel like my tongue has been removed—I just can't protest or do anything as I watch what unfolds before me.

TJ and I are seated on either side of my kid. I'm still in my work clothes, and he's in what look like workout clothes—mesh shorts and a tank top. And then there's my son, who is buck-naked and wearing a bib from his childhood. I'm certain if I'd asked him to put on that bib, he would have put up a MUCH bigger fight.

I sit there, mute, and listen to TJ give my son a speech.

"Ok kiddo. Now, I've ordered a pizza and it will be here soon."

"Oh boy, pizza!" my son says enthusiastically. It's his favorite food.

"Yep! But first, I've worked hard all day to make a yummy treat for you," TJ says, taking credit for my hard work. "It's a slut treat, and it's all yours!"

I look at my son, and he looks absolutely delighted. I haven't seen that joy and light in his eyes since before his mother passed away. How come TJ can bring him such happiness, while I was only ever able to make him "go along" with life after losing his mommy?

"See, Benji, since you're such a slut, you need to be eating slut food. And what I've put on your plate is the best kind of slut food around!"

We all look down at the plate, and I realize TJ has arranged the condoms in a special way. I'd brought home five condoms—all of them were just sitting around. I have no idea who they came from, because they were all cold (but still wet, as requested).

The ones I got were each a different color—one was your standard yellow with a decent load in it, one was pink with a huge load, one was neon green and looked really stretched out, there was a very slimy blue one, and finally there was a clear one with a really thick and chunky load in it.

These were arranged to make a smiley face, which I guess was TJ's way to appeal to my kid. It seemed to be working, because Benji was giggling at it. The yellow and pink condoms made up the eyes, while the green one was the nose, and the blue and clear ones were bunched up on the ends of the plate to make the ears.

But there was a condom I didn't recognize—a huge, black, dark thing, that looked nearly as full as a water balloon. And this black condom was stretched across the bottom of the plate.

"Those look like plastic! I can't eat those!" Benji said, still giggling.

This made TJ laugh too. "No, no, kiddo. It's not the actually wrappers—it's the stuff inside that you're gonna love! You hungry? Should we get started?"

Benji

My tummy is rumbling, and that's a good enough answer for TJ, I guess! I just watch as he reaches forward and grabs the yellow condom off the silly man's face.

"Tilt back your head and open your mouth," he says as he picks up the plastic thingie. I don't have to be told twice—I know to do whatever TJ says because e knows best!

I go a little cross eyed, trying to watch what TJ's doing. He's dangling the yellow plastic or rubber thing over my mouth, and turns it upside down. Then he squeezes it from the bottom, and I can see the liquid in it slowly moving down.

Just as it drops from the thing in his hand and out, I have a quick realization! Whatever is in the rubber is exactly what came out of my butt this morning! How weird!

But I don't have much time to think about this, because the big glob of gooey stuff drops out and lands right on my tongue. And boy does it taste weird!

At first, I hate it, and I want to spit it out, but I can't because as soon as it's in my mouth, TJ's hand is on my jaw holding my mouth closed! So I can't do much but let the stuff just sit there on my tongue.

I gag a few times, wanting really badly to spit the stuff out, but it's going further into my mouth cause TJ is keeping my head tilted back. Yucky! It feels like a snail slithering down my throat as it rolls back over my tongue and drops down into my tummy!

What was that stuff?!?!?

TJ

"Good boy," I coo, knowing those are the only words that will help Benji get through what he's just down. I mean, would any sane person do it? Would any adult in their right mind willingly gulp down sperm from an unidentified, cold condom?

Nope, but this little boy had several more to go.

I know it's important to keep him overwhelmed. Too much time in between cum loads will make him ask questions, and that's definitely not something we want. In order for this all to work out, Benji has to trust me one hundred percent and never question anything I do.

So before he can get out the "Y-y-yuck" he's trying to sound out, I reach for the neon green, stretched out condom, tilt his head back, and just dump the load right in. I wrap my big black hand over his mouth, willing him to accept yet another load from an unknown source. God, so slutty!

He's having a hard time with this one, and I think I hear a gag or two. But I'm not really focused on that. Instead, I'm having fun making eye contact with Wes. I can tell he's boiling, so upset that he wants to scream, but he's not doing anything. He's just staring at me in the eye as I force his son to drink the cream he gathered for us.

God, I have them both wrapped around my big black cock.

Wesley

It's the next condom I'm really worried about. The first two had decent sized loads, as did the clear one and the blue one that came right after. All of them were a struggle, but TJ had a system down, and Benji didn't seem to protest, even though he clearly was not a fan of old, cummy condom loads.

But whoever had this pink one was a real stallion. It's practically overflowing with cum, and judging by how the other two went down, I really don't think my kid's gonna be a big fan. He looks pale as a ghost as he eyes it.

But TJ seems intent on going forward, and stupid, horrible me doesn't do anything to stop him as he lifts it up, coos a few words of encouragement to my boy, then tilts his head back.

My own stomach turns a bit as I see the massive ball of cum drop out of the used, slimy pink condom and land squarely in my only son's open, gagging mouth. God, is wearing a cum helmet, and he's already drank more loads than I ever have! WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME?

Benji

Oh god, this is the worst one yet! There's so much of it! I've got my mouth open as wide as it can, and I still feel like it needs to overflow out! Except none of it can escape, cause TJ's got his hand on my mouth again! Silly TJ!

There's not much else for me to do, so I have to open my throat. I really don't want to, but it's got to get off my tongue before I get sick!

I open up my throat, and the gooey stuff goes right "down the hatch." That's what dad used to say when I was a baby and he would spoon feed me stuff. In fact, I'd wear this bib back then, too!

I can feel the slimy stuff going down my throat, coating it sorta, and then going on down to my belly. I'm so hungry that I can feel the cold stuff—did they call it cum?—spreading out in my empty tummy.

Then my stomach rumbles againÉand suddenly I don't feel so good.

Wesley

Oh no! Oh god, it's a familiar site, but so twisted! I'm watching my son spit up, just like he used to when he was an infant in my arms.

Back then, he'd puke up his baby food all the time. This time, he's puking up cum. Which I guess is baby food in a different wayÉin that he's guzzling down millions of potential babies. Fuck.

It's not like real puke, though. It's definitely like baby spit-up. He burps and gurgles a bit, and then sorta just parts his lips as all of the cum he just swallowed pays a second visit to his throat and tongue, then dribbles down his chin in a big, white, gooey mess. It's really quite disgusting.

Apparently, Wesley doesn't find it as gross. Because he instantly jumps to his feet, and says, "Uh oh! You don't wanna miss out on your snack, do you?"

My kid is still sorta gurgling a bit, but before he's seen done, I see TJ grab the cookie monster bib and start to wipe the cum back up off my boy's chin, then dab it into his mouth.

Benji, who has apparently lost his ability to speak, is turning his head back and forth, trying to avoid getting his regurgitated "slut snack" back into his mouth. I don't blame him, but I also don't stop TJ from forcing it back into his face.

HmmmÉthis is taking too long. And as a good teacher, I'm always looking for teaching opportunities. And plus, it's time for a little experiment.

So I stand up, letting Benji gag a big as he reswallows some of the regurgitated cum, and I whip out my cock. That stops his gagging, and all eyes in the room turn to my massive meat.

"Here's a little cleanup game we can play," I say, and without any warning, I step forward and begin to rub my hard cock across the boy's chin.

It's a little gross to me, but in no time, I've gathered up a huge wad of it on my thick head, and I'm holding it up under the boy's chin.

"Do you think you can lick it all off without your hands, kiddo?" I ask.

Benji

I feel dizzy. I've seen TJ's wiener plenty of times, but never this close! It's right under my nose, and it's got all my spit up on it!

I feel a little grossed out by it, but for some reason, I can't stop staring at it. I don't know why, but I really like the way it looks, especially when it's hard! (It's almost always hard, though. Lucky me!)

I just love everything about it! It looks like it's my arm as it dangles in front of me, and I can see those funny lines on his peepee that look like their throbbing or something! I don't know why, but for some reason, when I'm in the same room as that—cock did he call it? When I'm in the same room as it and it's all hard like that, it makes me feel so safe and warm and happy! And it also makes me want to make TJ really happy, so I lean forward.

I want to lock eyes with Wesley, but he's a bit too enamored with what's happening right in front of him. I laugh a bit, and that gets his attention. He keeps one eye locked with my gaze while the other is trained on his little whore child, who is currently leaning forward, to play a new game.

I look down and watch the show myself. Benji looks up at me just as his little pink kitten tongue is about to lap at my cock, his eyes questioning. All I have to do is give him a little nod, and thenÉ

Bam. Like magic, I have this adorable little white cutie lapping at my cock.

Benji

Ok, that's weird! I know I just ate this stuff, but it tastes different! I don't know if it's because I spit it up or because it's on TJ's cock, but for some reason it's, wellÉ

"Th-th-thanks, TJ!" I say, suddenly overcome with the feeling of love for the big man and his big wiener! I've never felt like this before!

And because I love TJ so much, I try to stretch my jaw as far as I can.

Wesley

No, Benji, I think, trying to send a mental message to my son, since I apparently am still unable to speak. You don't have to do this.

But looking at my pale little boy and that big black dick, I realize, he does have to do this. This is happening, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop.

I have to say, I'm really shocked by how wide my boy can get his mouth. He unhinges it like a snake and leans forward, but it's still not big enough. So I watch placidly as TJ reaches forward and pushes one thumb down on the kid's bottom jaw.

There's a slight popping sound from Benji's jaw, and then that big, fat, throbbing, apple-sized cockhead is buried in my kid's face, along with the recently recycled five loads of cum that my kid was swallowing.

I wanted to stop thinking this way, but I couldn't help but imagine where those cum loads may have come from. Was my kid currently downing a load from a sick, nasty trucker? Or was he swallowing the load of some handsome 18-year-old football player? Or perhaps right now my son was ingesting the load from some 33-year-old meth head prostitute. There was just no way to know what sort of poisonous loads were currently being spoon-fed to my kid off an enormousÉ

"Suck that nigger dick, baby slut," I goad, gently stroking Benji's now crunchy hair. Not that he needs any encouragement. I can feel his tongue swirling around like crazy, and I realize very quickly that my experiment worked:

Benji will eat any load, from anyone, as long as I'm there to help him through it.

"He's pretty hungry," I say, turning my attention to Wesley, who looks to be in a bit of a zombie state. I guess he just can't believe that his own little son will so eagerly suck up spit-up jizz off a black dick. How is that so hard to believe?

"How about we feed him that last condom? You can do the honors."

Wesley looks at me, then just shakes his head. "Wesley, do the fucking honors."

This time he just stares down. So I slam my fist on the table, push my cock a bit further into his son's vacuum face, and shout, "FEED HIM THAT CONDOM!"

"Wh-who is it from?" he says quietly as he lifts his trembling hands.

"Who do you think?" I ask, wagging my head at his stupidity. While Benji needs love and affection to get him to do things, Wesley clearly needs a firm hand. "It's mine."

"HowÉ.how did you make it?"

I don't answer, because I know this isn't necessary information. He doesn't need to know that I took that condom down to my nigger buddy's house and fucked his black ass with it, then brought it back here. That's information for me to keep to myself.

Wesley

I guess no answer is all I'm going to get. I feel removed from my body as I watch my hands go up to the big, thick, FULL black condom. This condom makes the pink one look like child's play—which I guess it sort of was.

It's so heavy in my hands, I can't believe it's just one load. But then, I've now seen TJ shoot three loads, and I know that he absolutely could fill up a condom like this on one go.

I'm disappointed to feel how slimy it is on the outside. This means it wasn't just a condom he jerked off to. I can tell, this condom has been somewhere.

I look down to see that TJ is now sort of face fucking my kid. He's not going too far, just pushing the head in and out, and I know his cock head must be clean by now. So why is he still face fucking my kid?

My boys lips and cheeks are ballooning with each thrust, but he looks oddly relaxed. His eyes are sorta sleepy, like they used to get when he'd suck on a bottle as a baby.

There's a loud popping sound, and I watch as TJ pulls his dick out of my kid's face. I can't believe it, but it looks like Benji actually chases a little bit, as if he wants it back. But he relaxes, then looks at me.

"Go on," TJ encourages us.

Slowly, my son tilts back his head, then opens his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, son," I say as I lean forward and turn the condom upside down.

There's a fucking TIDAL WAVE of jizz that pours out of the black condom. It doesn't even dangle in the air like the last few loads—it's so chunky and heavy it falls like a stone into my kid's mouth.

Fuck. I just fed my kid nigger nut. Father of the year my ass.

Benji

Oh my goodness, there's so much! I have to spit it out! ButÉbut I can'tÉbecauseÉbecause..

It's SO GOOD! Oh my goodness, this is the best cum yet! I'll admit, the other stuff wasn't so good! It was all gooey and cold and sticky and bitter and chunky.

But this stuff is totally different! Sure, it's still bitter and slimy and chunky and god it's so thick and sticky it feels like glue. It doesn't really taste any better or feel any better, but there's something about it that makes me feel REALLY HAPPY! Like I just drank three of the sodas I'm not allowed to have that daddy keeps in the fridge, then a pixie stick and an ice cream cone!

I've never felt so happy and hungry and hyper in my life! This stuff in my mouth, whatever it is, makes me feel crazy with joy! I want more! I'm drowning in it, and I want more!

The stuff from the other plastic tubes I swallowed real quick! I didn't like the taste or feeling, and I didn't want it in my mouth! It was like medicine—I knew I had to take it, because TJ told me to, but I did it as quick as possible.

But this is a really different story! I don't wanna swallow this one real quick. Instead I let it roll around on my tongue, really letting it get into my cheeks and stuff. I bet I look like one of those chipmunks in our backyard! Oh, the backyard! I sure would like to go on the swing daddy put up!

Oh yeah, I'm busy! I get so distracted sometimes, especially when I'm hyper like this! God, I'm so excited, I just want, I just want—MORE!

I'm still staring Wes in the eye, watching him hard as he let's the last strings of my cold, stale cum drip into his young son's mouth, when suddenly Benji surprises both of us.

Like a little viper, his hands reach out, and he greedily snatches the slimy black condom from Wes' hands.

Now look, I've expected a lot out of this kid. I've known he was sexy since I first laid eyes on his photo, and I knew he was easy to manipulate and own as soon as I saw him in the flesh. Hell, I even know that the kid was going to have the best (worst?) boygasm of his life the first time I pound him open. So on some level, I knew I'd drag the reluctant slut inside him out.

But what this kid is demonstrating to me right now is that he is way more far gone than I thought. He's not just a cum slut—he's MY cum slut. It's very clear to me one thing—it's my cum, the condom flavored with my seed and MY cock, that has driven this kid over the edge from reluctant cum pig to all out child whore.

Because Benji has taken that nasty used rubber and is now chewing on it like it's chewing gum. Do you know how odd it is to see a child of his age with a used, black latex condom that's covered in all sorts of nigger juices hanging out of his mouth?

It's truly vile. The kid is just going to TOWN. He's chewing on the whole thing, absorbing the interior odors and tastes of my friend's ass. An ass this kid hasn't even seen!

But that's not all. It's the INTERIOR of this condom that really has my redheaded slut worked up. Right now, he's pulling my used condom back on his tongue as though it were a fucking piece of foreskin on a cock. He's desperately trying to get this last bit of some white sticky sperm—a cookie crumb in the grand scheme of things, considering he just ate about a quart of my nut—that is hanging out in the very tip of my condom. Unfortunately, it's a bit out of reach for a tongue so small!

Benji looks up at his father for just a half a second, then immediately turns to me. He's got the condom hanging off his tongue, and the look of frustration and concern in his fiery green eyes is unbelievable.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" I ask, knowing full well what's wrong.

"I want-want-w-want a-a-a-all of it," he tries to say, but his stutter couples with the condom hanging off his tongue doesn't make it easy.

"Aw, ok baby. I can help you with that."

I yank the condom off his tongue and dip my long, finger in. I think about how that very same finger has been knuckle-deep in this little boy's pussy, and now it's time to feed that same little kid the last of my "delicious" sperm. And all the while, his father is watching.

Wesley

I don't want to watch anymore. I want to close my eyes, and turn away. But no matter how badly I want that, I'm glued in place, watching my son beg forÉoh my god. My little Benji is begging for sperm!

At first, I thought this must be an act. Maybe while I was at work TJ taught Benji to act like a cum whore. But that doesn't add up, because I could obviously see stress on Benji's face as he ate the anonymous jizz. And I could definitely see something change in him when he drank from the black condom. Is it possible my child can actually detect the difference between sperm samples? Can a boy his age actually ENJOY drinking the scum from a man's testicles?

It's pretty obvious he can, because my son's vibrant green eyes are trained on that teeny, tiny bit of nigger nut on that man's finger. Nigger nut?? Why are those words popping into my brain??

My eyes are trained on it too. I watch intently as TJ pushes out his chair, his foot-long anaconda sticking straight up, and slowly rubs that sperm crumb right into the piss slit on his boy fucker.

It only takes a second before Benji is on him like white on rice. Or rather, like white child onto nigger nut. I cannot believe how eagerly his little pink tongue darts out, his gradeschool tongue, directly into the piss slit of his new master. Oh fuck. Why am I thinking of TJ as my son's master?? He's a stranger and a rapist!

Two weeks ago, my son had never tasted anything more bitter than a glass of milk. Now he was literally snorting on black cock, like a puppy who can't get enough peanut butter off a spoon. Except he's not a puppy. He's my son. And it's not peanut butter. It's nigger butter. And it's not a spoon, either. It's a foot long black cock that should only be introduced to porn stars.

And I'm just sitting here, fully dressed, rock hard, still in my work clothes, watching my bibbed baby boy go to town. What kind of father am I?

All right, this kid is clearly ready for it. It's time to show him exactly where that creamy food he was eating comes from. But I'm not gonna just sperm in his face just like that. No, this is an important moment. This is the moment when Benji is going to realize that if he's a good boy, I can feed him my addictive sperm whenever he wants. And he's also going to realize that his father doesn't mind at ALL if he drinks it like he's a fucking alcoholic on a bender.

It takes virtually no effort at all to pop my cock head back into his mouth. At this point, the kid seems to be used to it, and he's still hunger. His little tongue is like a whirlwind, still digging at my piss slit, even though I know he's already digesting all of that old cum that I put there.

"I need a hand here," I say to Wesley, ignoring the kid gobbling my apple-sized cock head. "I can't just cum from this," I lie. "I need some help. Someone's gonna have to jerk off my shaft."

Wesley

I can't believe this. He's actually asking me to jerk him off into my son's mouth! I should be horrified! I should absolutely refuse! ButÉwhy do I want SO BADLY to touch his dick? I'm not even gay, and yet I've never been more turned on or wanted to touch a cock more badly than I do right now.

So instead of pulling my son off this man and running out of the house, I reach for his cock. But just as I'm about to grab it, TJ grabs my wrist and twists my arm painfully.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not you. Him." TJ nods at my kid. I notice Benji is just quietly nursing on the cock head invading his face right now, but his hands hang limp at his sides.

"You want me toÉ" I start.

"Yep. Show him how it's done."

I can't believe I'm doing this, but I start to move into place almost instantly. Right now, my little son is standing up, his neck bent downward so he can envelop that cock head properly. That's how big TJ is, and how small my son is. He is standing tall, barely bending his head, just to get high enough to get that cock head in his mouth. He looks so very tiny sandwiched between TJ's big, dark, muscular thighs. If those thighs snapped shut, I'm sure they'd break my kid in half.

I scoot my chair over so I'm also between TJ's knees. I slowly reach down and grab my son's hands, pulling him into a sort of hug. It's like that scene ism God, I miss him so much. I know it's weird to say, because I'm literally touching his entire backside, butÉI miss him. It's like he's gone some how. He's gone to the land of slut, of child-cock-addict, of nigger lover, and he's left me behind. God, my heart is breaking.

And my cock is raging as I slowly grab my son's wrists and raise them up. He doesn't resist at all as I place them on TJ's shaft. GodÉthey look so tiny. His little hands aren't much better than golf balls, and TJ's cock is so fucking thick that they don't even come close to wrapping around it.

But he grips on as best he can, and now it's my time to teach my son a lesson. At this age, I thought I'd be teaching him how to ride a bike, or swim, or go rock climbing. But instead, I'm in my kitchen, teaching my only son how to jerk off a dick so that he can be rewarded with a big mouthful of gooey sperm from his new black master.

I fucking hate myself.

Benji is a lot of things—he's cute, funny, smart, curious, sweet, and gentle. And apparently he's a cock whore, too. But one thing he's not is a slow learner. In no time, he's jerking off that big black dick like he's been doing it for years. Why the fuck does it come so naturally?

TJ throws his hands behind his head, like he's relaxing in front of the TV instead of relaxing with my kid stuffed on his cock orally.

"Now push his head. Not a lot, just a little. I like to fuck face when I cum."

"I—I can't do thatÉ" I say.

TJ looks at me hard, then smiles. "Fine," he says. Then he immediately starts bucking his hips.

Benji lets out what I imagine would be a scream, if his mouth wasn't full, as he is suddenly subjected to a VERY rough face fucking. In just three strokes, TJ's god of a cock has gouged out some sort of snot-cum ball from my kid. That glob of goo is now dripping down his chin and making a mess of his bib.

"Stop! Oh god, please stop! I'll do it!"

TJ stops thrusting, but that doesn't stop Benji from sucking. I'm still right behind him, and I can hear the hungry moans and slurps he's making, even though he just got face raped. GodÉwhat has TJ done to him? Was this always part of him, or did this happen because of TJ? Which came first, the nigger dick or the child slut?

With no other option, I raise my trembling hands and place them on the back of my son's head. I feel his silky, smooth, red hair, which is still crunchy with cum, and I begin to push. Not a lot, like TJ told me, but just gently, back and forth. God. I'm doing it. I'm face fucking my child on the only dick I've ever wanted. What is my life?

Well, this isn't going to take long. The kid is a hand-job pro (no surprise there), and his dad is doing a pretty decent job getting him to face fuck himself on my cock head. The question is, do I give warning, or do I just go for it?

I thinkÉjust go for it.

Benji

Oh my god! What's happening! Oh no! I'm drowning! I can't breathe! WhatÉwhatÉoh THANK YOU! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! THANKS TJ! It's more of that stuff! I'm so happy, but it's making it hard to breathe!

There's just SO MUCH! It's never going to stop. I'm trying to swallow as fast as I can, but my throat kinda hurts from when TJ was pushing me hard and there's just too much. I feel bad and sad, but I can't stop some of the stuff from coming out my cheeks and dripping down my face. Good thing I've got my bib on, or I'd be a real mess!

The stuff feels so good going down to my tummy! It coats my throat kinda like when I have too much milk, and then I can feel the hotness of it burning up my little belly! It makes me feel good, and I can't believe my daddy never let me have this stuff before! I love it!

Oh my god, I'm gonna, I'm gonnaÉI'm gonna boygasm!

Wesley

Suddenly, my son is vibrating in my hands. I can smell TJ's cum dripping down his face, and I can feel it getting all over my hands, the sleeves of my work shirt, and even a bit on my chin when Benji coughs unexpectedly.

But why is he vibrating? And all of the sudden, he's sweating too! Oh my god, is he having a boygasm? He's cumming just because TJ is cumming in his face?? God help me, it can't be true!

"Wow, boygasming from my jizz! You really are a hungry slut!" TJ says, laughing as he squeezes his now spent dick, milking up the last of the cum for my kid.

Benji is just riding out the orgasm, and it's a good thing I'm here, because I can stop him from falling over. I may have failed as a father in every other way, but at least I'm here to support my son through this moment. It feels goodÉbut still so wrong. GodÉI want my son back!

TJ slaps my kid with his big, black snake a bit while Benji finishes off his boygasm. It lasts for a long time, though not as long as when he gets fingered. It's more like a few mini orgasms—he keeps shuddering. He's still absolutely drenched in sweat.

"Oh wow!" Benji says. "That was really fun! Now I'm full!"

DING DONG

"Oh, that's too bad, because the pizza's here!" TJ says.

"Fuck!" I say. "I'm covered in cum! I can't open the door. Quick, get dressed!"

"It's OK, daddy! I'll get it!"

And before I can stop him, my energetic little son takes off to the front door. I stare in shock as I watch his little, tiny white butt cheeks work as he runs to the door, completely naked except for a cum drenched bib, to greet the pizza delivery boy.

I'm so fucked.