Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 20:37:20 -0400
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Hometown Visit 2

Incest/Authoritarian

Hometown Visit 2

Do not read if under eighteen or do this at home. All characters are 18 or
over. This is a total work of fiction with no basis in reality.

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Due to reader request, I included a little of Tommy's perspective too. It
seems like most of my readers are submissives. Let me know if you prefer
just Mr. Standt's perspective or both after reading this?

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Mr. Standt

I knew when I left that night that I would never see Tommy again. And I
meant to never see him again.

The next morning, for the first time since I was a kid, I had a wet dream
and woke up soaked in jizz.

And I was still hard.

I kept remembering what my dick felt like in his young throat and up his
tight ass. And how he just took it all.

I figured one more time couldn't hurt.

Well, wouldn't hurt me anyway and he'd get over or even enjoy it.

I went to the next town to go shopping. It seemed like the kid had no
limits and I wanted to test that. There wasn't a fetish or porn store so I
had to make do with what I found at a feed store and local mart. At least
they had lube and rope. I knew I could make do the whole night at the boy's
house and that even added an erotic tingle, but I instead rented a barn
online from a local the next town over. It was isolated enough and had
electricity and was used as a sort of B&B. No animals, still had the
rafters, and a bed upstairs and downstairs. The pictures showed haybales
and rafters and I liked that.

Tommy answered the door when I knocked and smiled.

Tommy

I woke up the next morning high af. The second the old guy left I had went
for the oxies and boy did I need them. My asshole felt torn and raw and my
throat I think was even bruised. It hurt to talk and my voice was a little
hoarse.

I couldn't even ride my bike to Annette's house, but had to slowly walk.

I hadn't even known there was such a thing as a throat cherry, but I guess
he just popped mine because it hurt.

I told Annette some relatives were in town and I had jacked the money from
them.

She refused to make out when she heard how hoarse I was, but she got on her
knees and sucked my dick real good.

I nutted all over her face.

I was still high when the old guy showed up.

Mr. Standt

I argued with myself how to do this and finally decided on the hood. I
brought it and the dog collar inside, along with lunch.

I learned my lesson from the day before and came over this time in an
easily removed polo and shorts with sandals.

Tommy looked rough. He answered the door in a filthy white sleeveless shirt
and ripped up black jeans. He was obviously freeballing because I could see
his dick through the half lowered zipper. His barefeet were filthy. His
cheeks were a little bruised from yesterday.

I knew I had been hard on him, but the drugs seemed to have been rougher.

He smiled when he saw me and the food. I figured he would scarf the burger
and fries down, but he walked to the couch and then ate slowly as if in a
daze.

I couldn't do anything with him like this.

I waited until he finished his burger. He tried to talk while he ate, but
it was all bullshit about his girlfriend and thanking me for the money
yesterday. He was barely fucking intelligible.

When he finished eating, I stood up and took off my shorts and shirt. I
kicked my sandals off as well.

My dick stirred a little.

He looked up at me all dumb from the couch and then got on his knees and
looked up at me. He smelled ripe.

I lifted him up off his knees and pulled his shirt off. Then I unbuttoned
his pants and unzipped them the rest of the way. They fell down on their
own and he stepped out of them.

I ran my hands on his bony hips and had a moment when I realized I made
this.

Then I grabbed him by the hawk and dragged him to the bathroom. I didn't
have time to play nice and try to slowly sober him up. My wife expected me
back by tomorrow night.

I flipped the shower on cold when we got there and held his head under it.

I could see the light go back on in his eyes and he started to kick and
fight for a second out of shock.

I let go.

He stood there, cold and wet, hair clinging to his face, and finally alive
again.

I stepped in the shower myself. The tiles were fucking filthy, but I'd seen
worse overseas.

All I said was, "Get in."

I decided to treat him like a baby, just less gently. As he stood there, I
shampooed his hair and then used the loofah that must have been his
mother's to scrub him nearly raw. The second go, I was a bit more gentle
and was more for me.

I soaped up his chest and enjoyed how tight and taut and just young he
felt. He flinched when my hands tweaked his sore nipples. I ran my soapy
hands down his back and ass and stroked his cock. I pushed his face and
body against the tiled wall at one point and explored the ass I'd just been
up the night before with my finger. I wanted it nice and clean. He winced
once, but took it and I noticed his cock got a little harder.

The kid really was becoming a little slut.

Then I pulled him back under the spray and rinsed him clean.

He was so docile it almost wasn't fun.

When I handed him the loofah, he seemed confused. I squirted more soap on
it and brought his hand to my chest.

I said,"Gently. You're going to want me to be real clean."

I felt like a Roman with a slaveboy. He soaped up my hairy chest and then
knelt to wash my thighs and feet. His hands were as soft as a girls and I
hadn't been bathed in this way ever.

When I turned around, that was when the real pleasure began. He massaged my
back and shoulders and then knelt to massage and clean my ass. I dragged
one hand around to my cock and enjoyed a slow soapy handjob as he knelt and
rinsed me from behind.

I stopped him before I came.

The urge to kiss him was overwhelming. I lifted him up and forced my tongue
in his mouth and grinded against his body.

Then I stepped out of the shower.

Tommy

Getting bathed and bathing the older guy was weird. My dick seemed to love
it , but it loved anything.

I still didn't even know his name.

Kissing him was even weirder.

And his body...

My body was smooth and his was like a bears or something. He was literally
furry. But he made me feel safe and like a whore or slave at the same
time. I felt like I could be hurt, but everyonce in a while something in
his eyes made me feel as loved and safe as my mom had.

He made me shave again all over and brush my teeth twice while he watched.

He smiled twice.

When I was rinsing with mouthwash, he walked away.

I found him in my mom's bedroom. I saw a bag on her dresser.

He was holding a picture of her and said, "She was very pretty."

I nodded. I didn't like to think about her. I had tried to be on drugs
everyday since she died.

He put the picture down and stripped the comforter off the bed until just
the fitted sheet was on it.

Then he went to her closet.

He sorted through the clothes until he found a black spaghetti strap dress.

"Put it on" , he said.

It was some sort of velvet or something and felt weird against my skin. I
remember her wearing it on the rare occasions she had a date.

It still smelt like her.

He shook his head when he saw me in it.

Then he said, "I think I want you as a boy. Take it off."

He went to the bag and threw me a box from it. Inside was a jockstrap.

I put it on and stood there nearly naked and waiting.

He just stared at me for a while.

I was feeling seriously cold.

He pointed to the bed and I sat on it. He rearranged me so I was flat on my
back.

Then he climbed on the bed until his naked hairy ass was right over my
face.

I gulped.

Then he said, "Lick."

Mr. Standt

I felt his tongue lick my asshole and I shivered. I hadn't had my ass eaten
since college.

I lowered my ass on his face until my hairy ass was practically suffocating
him.

Then I reached for the lube. His hands were lying passively at his side and
that was no good for me.

I wet my dick with the lube and pulled his hands to my cock.

Wet with the lube, my dick was slick as silk. I guided his hands up and
down with mine until he got the tempo and grip right.

Then I said:

Last night you showed me what a whore you are. I'm gonna ride your face
with my ass boy. I want your tongue as deep up my shitter as you can get it
and your hands working out my load. You understand?

I lifted my ass up off his face for a second so he could reply.

He said, "Yes, sir."

If you've never had a teenage tongue up your asshole while soft young hands
massage your cock, you can't understand the heaven I was experiencing.

For ten minutes, I just surrendered to the physical pleasure and sensations
of his hands and mouth.

Then I really took notice of the boy.

I had under me a smooth beautiful little animal I could do almost anything
to. I pinched and tweaked his nipples and enjoyed the vibrations of his
gasp. Then I bent over and lifted his legs up until he was folded almost in
half.

I smacked his ass and enjoyed the way his tight asscheeks trembled and
barely jiggled. I rubbed his balls in my hand and even lubed them. It was
my first time really handling a boy like that and his moans and gasps made
me even harder. He bucked a little when I squeezed them. When I started
rubbing his dick, he was hard in an instant.

I couldn't handle the rimming anymore. Another minute of tongue fucking and
I'd blow my load.

I stood up and got off the bed.

I pointed to the floor. He knelt, naked except for the jockstrap, hard
after a tongueful of my hairy ass.

Smooth as a girl.

I ordered him, "Cum with my dick in your mouth."

Tommy

I could still taste his ass as I knelt in front of him. I pulled a hair out
of my mouth and then took his dick in it.

I knew I wasn't gay. I had just fucked a girl last night. But I wanted to
make him happy.

I jerked my dick furiously with his cock in my mouth. He was rock hard and
I struggled to get it all down my throat. I wanted to feel my lips touch
his balls with his cock in my throat.

He moaned, arms at his side, and said, "Earn my cum, you filthy ass eating
no good slut."

When he finished talking, he tilted my head back and spit on my face.

I jizzed everywhere before his spit made it down my face.

My cum went everywhere.

As I licked it up where it splattered on his belly, he came all over my
face.