Date: Thu, 08 Feb 2018 09:46:28 -0500
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Hometown Visit

Category: Incest/Authoritarian

This story is fiction and not based on any real events or people. Everyone
portrayed is over eighteen. Story is kind of long, I guess. I like setting
things up. You must be at least eighteen to read this story. Never do this
stuff in real life.

This story is intended to be a one off, but who knows?

Also, if you read this and have The Legend of Blowjob Alley, please send it
to me. I believe there were seven parts?

Thanks.

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Hometown Visit

I grew up in a shithole town in West Virginia just outside of Clarksburg.
If you haven't been to the area before, imagine a town full of Germans.
Then take away everything that makes Germany great.

And over the last few years, it had only gotten worse. The end of coal and
the rise of prescription opiods had destroyed anything good about it.

I was back for one reason and one reason only.

When I was a kid here, I was a fuckup right until my junior year of high
school. Then I looked around and realized my family was basically
non-ambitious white trash and I was on my way to joining them. I went to my
school counselor and basically begged for a way out.

I got one.

I spent the last part of high school in every activity offered. I learned
to play an instrument, to cook, and joined every sport that would have
me. I also studied like a mf. My grades skyrocketed.

My summers I spent volunteering for the governor's pet projects, mostly
cleaning out rivers and feeding the elderly. That got me a recommendation
letter from the governor for colleges.

I wound up with a full ride to a decent university. I had to maintain a
3.5, play football, and stay on the debate team. It was worth it.

I escaped my upbringing.

By the time I was in my late thirties, I was already a successful
businessman. I had an MBA, a nice house, even my first fully paid off
sports car. I also had a trophy wife from one of the best families in
Charleston. I was living the dream.

Then my cousin Ricky died. First overdose in the family and he was my
age. I couldn't let my wife see how I grew up, but I also couldn't not
go. He was the one who told me I was too smart to let that town eat me
alive and that I needed to get out of dodge.

The funeral was depressing. Everyone seemed to be missing teeth, had
rundown trucks, their houses were full of bugs and rotting walls, and they
didn't seem to give a shit about changing any of that.

Everyone I saw also hit me up for cash.

Except for Yvette Jung.

Yvette had been a baby when I left and now she was in in her twenties and
in nursing school. She was the only put together girl in the whole damn
town. Tall, blonde, and with legs that went to heaven.

I fucked her probably twenty times that week. The first time I actually
busted her cherry and the sheet stains proved it. I figured her birth
control and my condoms had me covered. They didn't.

She named the kid Thomas Sanger Jung. Thomas after my dad and Sanger after
a famous nurse as kind of an inside joke.

When he was five, my lawyer went and got DNA for a paternity test. Thomas
was definitely mine.

I paid off her school loans and sent her 1k a month in return for keeping
it quiet and not seeking child support. I also bought her a house that cost
less than my last car and actually had the same square footage as my place
in the city.

And that was that.

And then she died in a car accident. I stopped sending the checks and
realized I needed to figure out my next step.

And that's why I was back.

I wasn't the Johnny Standt that grew up here. I was Jonathan William
Standt. 6'2, 230 pounds, blonde hair, business cut; a successful man in his
fifties. I had a loft in the city, an estate in the suburbs, and drove a
fucking car worth more than most of these people made in years. My wife was
hot and our kids would get into an ivy easily. Their private school cost
more a year than my entire MBA program.

I needed to know how bad bringing this kid home would fuck up my life and
if he was worth it. I needed to know if he knew who I was. I needed to
figure out if I should intervene, keep sending him money, or just walk
away.

I watched him for a couple of days.

He wasn't built like me. I had always been built for football. He was short
and had kind of a swimmer's build. Thin, boyish, not stout or muscular. He
also had a baby face, whereas I always had an etched angular face. His hair
was longer than mine had ever been too. It wasn't girl hair, but some weird
punk cut. It was a blue half mohawk looking thing, but it was down most of
the time and seemed more messy than spiky.

And despite all those differences, I would have known he was mine if I
randomly met him in the street. He just moved like he was mine. Everything
about him shouted Standt. He even looked a little like my son, Johhny, his
half brother.

Over the next few days, I came to a few conclusions.

One, his aunt was not taking care of him. I didn't see her once at the
house.

Two, the kid was fucking some chubby girl that lived in the trailer park in
the other side of town. He did that with the curtains open.

Three, he was bailing on school.

Fourth, he was a thief. I saw him break into two houses and pocket
something at the grocery.

Fifth, the kid was a junkie.

The last part was the worst. I saw the kid cutting up pills and snorting
them with some friends at the park. Then I saw him pawning some of the shit
he stole and handing the cash off to a guy for a couple of pills.

I was sitting outside the house I bought his mom, waiting for him to come
home, when he knocked on the window.

I rolled it down. He was sweaty and had a skateboard in one hand. This was
my first close up look at him. He had great teeth, pretty clear skin, and
looked even younger than I had thought. He definitely wasn't shaving yet.

He said, "You've been watching me."

I nodded.

He followed up with, "I'm not gay, but need money for pills. I'll watch you
jerk off for five dollars."

I was stunned.

I guess he could tell something was off because he started babbling:

Oxies are normally forty bucks for the forty milligram pills. But Annette's
grandmother died and she had a whole stash and they need funeral money so I
can get 40 milligrams for the cost of ten. They want to sell all of them
quick. Annette is my girlfriend.

He paused and looked at me.

I said, "How much for the whole stash?"

He seemed startled then.

He said, "Too much. There's around sixty pills."

I replied, "Do you do more than watch guys jerkoff?"

He didn't answer, but got on his board and skated to the door. After he
unlocked it, he gestured for me to get out and follow him inside.

The house was about what you would expect from the town. It was decorated
in what my wife would call hillbilly chic. Unfinished wood fireplace,
clapboard and cheap paneled walls, knitted shawls and doilies, and little
figures of angels and knickknacks everywhere. It looked like anything of
value had been stripped from the place. The couch was cheap fuzzy green and
red flannel looking material and full of holes. I took a seat on it.

I should probably clear up right now I'm not a faggot. But while I could
maybe send the boy to rehab, I wasn't about to bring home a drug addict, a
thief, and a whore that sucks dick and takes it up the ass.

I decided not to beat around the bush.

I said to him, "What do you do for money, kid?"

He looked nervous and told me again he wasn't gay, but he would watch me
jerkoff or maybe even jerkoff in front of me.

I shook my head.

Then he offered to let me blow him or maybe to try fucking me. He said he
might not be able to get hard.

I laughed. I could work with that. As long as the kid wasn't a goddamn
queer, I'd figure something out. I'd let a male cousin swallow my nut once
when I wasn't much younger than him and there hadn't been any money
involved. I had to know for sure though.

I told him I'm straight, have a wife, kids, the whole lot. That I don't
suck dick or take it up the ass.

Then I asked him, "Have you ever sucked dick or taken it up the ass? You
swallow nut? "

He shook his head no. I fully relaxed.

Then he said, " I'd try, but not for five bucks. My aunt won't be home
tonight."

I looked at him then. I think he mistook my look for horniness. He took off
his shirt and started unbuckling his pants. He stripped to his tight purple
briefs and just stood there.

I looked at his briefs and said, "All of it."

Like I said, I'm not into guys. But he wasn't bad for what he was. He had a
very tight body with tiny little pink nipples. He was even paler under the
clothes than out of them. Alabaster skin, I think they call it. His cock
was soft and about three inches. I hoped for his sake he was a grower. He
also didn't seem to have any body hair. Not even on his underarms or pubes.

I guess he noticed my weird look and where it was directed.

He told me, "Annette likes me shaved like that. Like, everywhere."

I decided to give him one more chance after he mentioned the girl.

I said:

Go take a shower. Clean your body and your asshole out. Then get dressed
and come back here as a friend or stay naked and come back as a faggot and
whore. Tell me what you'll do and for how much and if I'm interested you'll
get your money for your pills. But if you come back as a dicksucker, I'll
treat you like a piece of shit. Understand?

He nodded and went to the shower.

It was the longest ten minutes of my life.

I decided if he came back and couldn't go through with the sex I would give
him the car I drove here in. It was a couple of years old anyway and I'd
been eyeing an all electric roadster. I'd also put him in that rehab place
my wife's niece went to last year. It was nice. Even had yoga. I might not
bring him home, but I'd get him an apartment in the city and get him a
tutor until he could get a ged. Then at a minimum I'd get him into
community college when it was time. If he did well, I'd cover his
university and gradschool. Maybe even set up a trust fund for him. With a
few hundred grand, he'd be able to do whatever he wanted if he invested
right. After all, he was my son as much as Johnny was my son.

I also decided if he took the other route, I'd have to make it as bad as
possible. I needed him to never do this again which meant the fucking had
to stick with him and the blowjob had to be brutal. I might have to hit him
and smack him around, call him names, spit on him, let him know how bad
being a faggot and a whore would be.

He came out naked.

I pointed to the ground in front of me and stood up.

All I said was, "How much?"

He looked up from his knees, naked, wet hair in his face, and said:

There's a whore in town who charges twenty dollars for a blowjob and sixty
dollars for a fuck, but she's old. Like thirty. She's also a girl, though.
I guess maybe 60 if you want me to do that. Both, I mean.

He stopped talking.

This kid had no clue what he was throwing away. I spent more than that on
sushi yesterday.

I joked, "What do I get for a hundred?"

He replied, "Whatever you want, however you want?"

I took five twenties out of my pocket and placed them on the rickety coffee
table. Then I put another hundred next to that pile.

His eyes lit up.

I said:

Take sixty and I go easy. You eat my dick and take it up the ass as slow as
you want. Take a hundred and you obey every word I say for the rest of the
night. You'll be doing shit most whores won't do. Take the two hundred and
when I walk out of here you'll be bruised and broken. Black eyes, busted
lip, and torn ass. You don't get to say no or stop or resist if you take
that two hundred. You're an object. My object. I take and do whatever I
want. But that two hundred buys a lot of oxy.

Kid didn't even hesitate. He grabbed the cash, all of it, and held it
tight.

I told him, "I want to do this in your room."

He got up from his knees and grabbed my hand. It was the first time we had
actually touched and I was almost shocked how soft and warm he felt. I had
a brief wtf moment. But it passed.

He led me to his room.

It had a blacklight instead of a normal light in it. There were posters
glowing on the wall with weed and Bob Marley and some bands I'd never heard
of on them. His bed was a long twin sized and had cartoon sheets on it. I
noticed the smell of pot right away and saw a bong next to a lava lamp on a
spray painted dresser. I also saw a few soccer and baseball trophies and a
picture of him and his mom next to a beta fish in a bowl. There was a
combination VCR/TV across from his bed and a whole pile of tapes. I didn't
realize those were even made anymore. I put in a cassette marked birthday.

Thomas was blonde in it and in a baseball uniform. I guess he was three or
four years younger. He looked happy, but the outfit and his face were
covered in dirt. I guess it was after a game. I decided to watch it and get
to know his story a little.

I also decided it was time for a blowjob.

I undressed slowly. I had been wearing a suit and realized there was really
no place in the room safe for bespoke clothing. I decided on folding it and
putting it in the windowsill after I realized hanging it would expose it to
god knows what.

My underwear were boxers and I realized I might need them after the
blowjob.

There was a cheap long mirror against the wall so I could see what he saw.
My dick, unlike his, was circumcised. It hung soft and was five inches. It
would get to eight inches if this turned me on enough. My balls hung pretty
low. My body was still mostly muscle, but had gotten a little soft with
time. I was hairy compared to most guys too with less a treasure trail and
more a forest. My face, though, I kept clean shaven. It had just a little
stubble since I hadn't shaved in a few hours.

I laid on his bed and pointed to the foot of it.

Then I said, "Suck my dick, slut."

For a second, he looked pissed off. Then he lowered his head until I could
feel his breath on my balls.

He couldn't do it. I could see in his face it was too much for him. The
reality of a dick in his mouth was too much.

I grabbed him by the mohawk, dragged his face up to mine, and decided to
bluff.

I said, "Either your faggot tongue starts lapping at my balls or your
throat wraps around my dick or I fuck you dry right now. "

I wasn't actually hard enough for that and wasn't actually sure if I would
ever be, but it did the trick.

He lowered his head back down and then I felt his tongue lap at my left
nut. Then my right nut. Then back and forth. I let him tongue my hairy
sweaty sack for a couple of minutes before grabbing his head and putting my
dick to his lips.

He sucked my head in and I knew right then he was in for a rough night.

His tongue brushed my piss slit and I felt precum ooze out onto his
tongue. The little shit tried to pull away when he tasted it so I palmed
his head and jammed my dick balls deep down his teenage throat.

Fuck, it felt good.

My wife didn't suck dick and I hadn't cheated in years. His throat was
tight and warm and slick.

I held his head down and started fucking his throat hard. He was gagging
and choking and his tight little body and legs were kicking out.

Then I felt his teeth scrape my dick. I let go of his head and he pulled
off and started breathing hard, trying to catch his breath.

I figured this was a teachable moment.

I grabbed his hair with my left hand, pulled his head back, and belted him
across the face with my right hand.

The little shit actually started to cry. He would have to get tougher if he
was going to keep this up.

I said:

You are a whore. A whore takes dick. A whore fucks up, they get punished.
Cover your teeth with your lips. If I feel teeth again, I squeeze your nuts
off. Hand back the money or take care of business, you understand?

He nodded.

My dick was half hard now and I took the opportunity to slap his face with
it a few times. He was young and smooth enough my dick was starting to not
mind he didn't have a real cunt.

I swung his body around so we were almost in a 69 position. His dick was
still totally soft.

I put my dick back in his mouth and when he tried sucking only a couple
inches this time I grabbed him by the ears and held him down. Then I
started fucking his mouth.

He tried fighting me once , trying to get off, and I gently squeezed his
balls as a warning. He kept making retching sounds, but every minute or so
I'd let him off for a breath.

I finally had to stop just so I didn't miss the chance to teach him the
real lesson.

On the TV, a younger Thomas was playing in a pool with his friends. I
decided to place him so he could watch the video too.

I put him on his belly and said:

I was going to finger you for a while. Get you used to dick. But you took
the extra money so this is gonna be all about me. If you got lube in here,
now's the time to point it out. I'm going to gag you so the neighbors don't
hear you scream. All bitches bleed the first time, but I ain't killed
anyone yet. Understand?

He looked up at me and nodded. He looked terrified, but he pointed to a
drawer. There was petroleum jelly in it.

I stuffed my boxers in his mouth, then used my tie to make sure they stayed
in as a gag. Then I lubed my dick.

I shoved his dick and balls up under him so I wouldn't have to look at them
or accidently smack them with my dick or nutsack.

Then I really looked at what I had in front of me. His skin was tight,
toned, and smooth. His butt cheeks were soft and muscular at the same
time. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, but so small and fit it looked like
this girl's ass I used to fuck who ran a lot of track.

This was almost definitely the closest I'd get to young pussy again in my
life. And my nut a few years ago had created it.

I laid my body on top of him. I wanted him to feel my weight. Then I
wrapped my legs around his to make sure he couldn't move too much. I did
the same with my arms and the weight of my body.

Then I jammed my dick in him.

He screamed at the first few inches, but I wasn't done. I pulled out all
the way and just slammed in harder. It got almost balls deep but his hole
was still tense to get it all in. The next slam made it.

I let my dick soak in his butt for a minute. It felt like wet silk or
velvet squeezing and sliding all around my prick. The tiniest move made me
shiver.

I noticed he was crying and licked the tears off his face.

I decided this was a perfect time to really make my point.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "This is how drug addicted
whores get fucked."

The next thirty minutes were some of the best sex of my life.

I slam fucked him harder than I'd ever fucked anyone before. When I got
tired of that, I put him on his back and fucked him like a bitch. Except
with girls I'd always gone easy. Wanting to teach him a lesson let me go
wild. I spit on his face and slapped him. I squeezed and twisted his boy
tits and stopped him from pulling away when I got too rough. I bent him
over the dresser at one point and railed him so hard his head dented the
wall. The mirror barely survived.

When I finally nutted, it was straight up his ass. I felt my load flood his
pussy and then just collapsed on top of him.

I lay there for a little while, covered in sweat, and then realized he was
still gagged.

I undid my tie and pulled my boxers out of his mouth.

While he was recovering, I went to the bathroom for a wash cloth and rinsed
my dick off.

Then I decided to go for the gold.

I pulled him off the bed and back down to his knees.

He looked very different than the boy I met earlier. Now his face was a
mess. Bruised a little even. His hair was slick and his body was wet with
sweat.

He actually looked a little more like a whore.

Then I said, "I need to piss."

He looked at me, confused.

So I said, "The best toilet is a cheap whore."

He rested back on his knees. A part of him wanted to say no, I could tell,
but he just tilted his head back and opened his mouth.

I rested my soft dick on his tongue and slid it all around. Then I let go.

When the first shot his his mouth, he gagged and pulled off. Piss went all
over his floor.

I decided this would only work if my cock was in his mouth and not just
sitting on his tongue. He needed to lock his lips around it and have no
choice but to swallow.

I put him against the wall, like a real urinal, but palmed his head and
told him to keep his lips sealed and swallow.

The first mouthful he held, gagging, but I pinched his nose until he drank
it. The rest he swallowed on his own.

Afterwards, I made him lick up the spilled piss. His little tongue on my
feet and toes felt like heaven.

I made him dress me afterwards. I realized there was no way on Earth I
could ever let him know who I was or take him home.

And I intended to never see him again.

At least, until he asked me if he could earn the rest of the money for the
pills the next day.