Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2018 02:26:54 +0200 From: Nick Pecman Subject: American Horror Porn 3 DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story and wanna see more. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html AMERICAN HORROR PORN by Nick Pecman Chapter 3: Halloween Cums Justin Myer got off his bed after it had already gone dark outside. "Shit" he thought to himself "I forgot about dinner with Jennifer" He got to his phone and saw 14 missed calls all from Jennifer. "Damn, the bitch is obsessed" he muttered to himself. He decide to ignore her and so he just threw his phone on his bed. He then proceeded to his mirror and stood naked in front of it. His body still freakish, large pectits and a massive tight ass. "How am I ever gonna go as Khal Drogo tomorrow night?" he pondered. He started feeling his body up and his cock sprang to attention. He felt his 8pack abs, and then went up to his tits. He cupped them and lifted them up. "Mmmm" he moaned instictively as he felt their weight and mass. They were so juicy and soft. He let them drop down again and they jiggled around before they returned to their initial shape and position. "I got tits for real now" he whispered. Then there was a knock on his door. Justin panicked and got out of his trance in a beat. The person outside the door tried to open, but it was locked. "Yes?" Justin asked a little annoyed. "Justin?" it was his little brother David's voice. "Hey, Dave" Justin said without opening the door "what's up?" "Um, nothing just wanted to say hi..." Dave said innocently. "I'm changing bro, we'll catch up in a sec" Justin said. "Alright... nothing I ain't seen before tho, right?" David joked. Justin chuckled. "Yeah, still I'd rather we talked both fully dressed" Justin joked back. "You got it" said David and walked away. Justin exhaled. How was he going to hide his new body from his family? Wyatt already was making a big deal out of it. He went to his closet and looked for the loosiest, baggy sweater he had and he put it on. His tits still shaped it under the farbic, but it could be mistaken for a general body mass that had increased, than just his pecs grown to large tits. And as for the bottom half, he wore a brief that was now so tight, it rose up between his asscheeks like a thong and stretched up to a new size. Then he found a sports short that was so loose it nearly looked like a skirt. He'd have to work with that. But also he realized he'd have to get back to his own place soon. It'd be the only way he could be comfortable with his new physique. He went downstairs and saw his two brothers in the kitchen. Wyatt had a large kitchen knife in his hand and was about to cut his freshly baked pumpkin pie. The pie in which Justin had earlier shoot his load in. Justin walked in. "Aren't you gonna wait for dad?" he asked trying to stall Wyatt's cutting. "We're not going to eat all of it" Wyatt replied. "What's with the baggy clothes?" David asked puzzled that his brother wasn't going semi nude as usual. "Umm... I kind of put on a little weight. Little causious I guess..." Justin joked. "Yeah.. that's how weight works. Goes straight to your tits and ass" Wyatt said sarcastically, lowkey implying Justin had cosmetic alterations. Justin glared him. David just looked at his two brothers in confusion. "Sooo... are you going to stay tonight?" David asked to Justin. "I don't think so... to be honest, Wyatt's decorations make me feel a little weird" Justin said clawing back at Wyatt, but with no result. Wyatt started cutting off a piece of the pie. Justin looked at it and gulped. Part of him wanted them to eat it, but another part of him wanted to protect his family from the seed. As Wyatt placed the piece on a plate, the front door was heard unlocking. "Dad's here" David said. Wyatt exhaled and put the knife down. "Well great now we can all eat together as a family" Wyatt said sarcastically again. Michael walked in the room to his three sons. He put his hand on Justin's shoulder and stood beside him. "What a delight for a father to walk home to his three boys waiting" Michael smiled. "Hey, dad" said Dave. "A dream come true" Wyatt joked. Justin just smiled uncomfortably to his father, hoping he wouldn't realize his new body under the baggy clothes. "Since we're all here, why don't we eat at the dining room? You know make it more of an occassion. Tomorrow is Halloween after all" David said. "That'd be lovely, but first let me go wash up and get comfortable" Michael said and walked out of the kitchen again. There was a moment of silence. The brothers all exchanged looks. "Fine! I'll set the table" Wyatt said exiting the room. David and Justin remained looking at each other. "We should help him, he'll be a bitch all through the evening otherwise" David said. Justin nodded in agreement and they too walked out. The pie and the piece that was cut were left unattended in the kitchen. Moments later, Michael walked back in, looking more comfortable. He stared at the pie and stood still. The roofie that Alex had put in his coffee earlier was now doing its work. In the dining room, the boys had set the table all perfectly, for four people. "Great, why don't you sit and I'll go get dad" Wyatt said. He exited the room. Justin and David took their seats and after a few moments of silence passed then Wyatt's voice loudly broke the silence. "Dad, what the fuck?" he yelled from the kitchen. Justin and David rushed to the kitchen. And what they saw was their father devouring the last pieces of the pumpkin pie like a wild animal. Eating with his bare hands. David and Wyatt were looking merely disgusted and confused, but Justin could sense that this was a lot more than that. After all he knew that his father was not just eating a pie Wyatt had made, but he was consuming the seed his had put in the yeast. Michael finished his wild feeding and looked up at his three sons. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me" he uttered, "I felt famished" Wyatt scoffed in disgust and walked out of the room. "I should get going" Justin said and exited too. "Dad are you ok?" David asked. Michael really thought about that question. Was he? On the way home, Justin was fighting against himself in his head. What had he just caused? What would the side-effects of that action be? Had the dice been rolled? But most of all: did he want this? Later that night, Michael was chilling on his couch in the living room downstairs. He was feeling really weird about what he'd done earlier, and also he kept having thoughts of Alex Robertson getting throatfucked by his boss. He wasn't really watching tv, his mind was wandering around and his dick was twitching and getting harder by the minute. David was laying on his bed, watching something on youtube on his phone. Wyatt was trying on his costume for the party tomorrow night, with some eerie slow electronic music playing. His costume was a vampire-count-type-situation. As Michael was getting lost in his trance downstairs, and his hardon becoming apparent through his pants, there was a knock on the door. Michael looked at the clock he had on the wall across him. It was 23:48, nearly midnight to the 31st of October. Who the fuck could it be? He got up and saw that his dick was making a tent in his pants. "Shit.." he muttered. He adjusted it as best as he could, as it was a rather massive dick and had not much room to go to. He pulled down his loose sweater above his crotch and now it was presentable to strangers. He went on to the door and opened it. There was Alex Robertson on the porsch. Wearing a tracksuit. "Good evening, Mr. Myer" he said politely. "Alex, what's going on?" Michael asked impatiently "not to sound rude, but it's rather late" "I know, I usually go for my jogs around this time" Alex said. "You live here?" Michael asked in surprise. "No, I drove here cause I like jogging in the neighbourhood. And just as I was about to drive back, my car was dead, so... I remembered your address from the company records and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me staying here for the night?" Michael wasn't expecting this. "Uh... don't you wanna just call for a lift?" Michael suggested, confused with Alex's straight forwardness. "Well... it's pretty late and it's gonna take long for that. I kind of wanted to get 8 hours of sleep..." Alex whined. "If you're a little late to work tomorrow, I can cover you, it's no problem..." "...and I was kind of hoping we could talk about what happened in the afternoon" Alex continued. Michael paused and felt his hardon throbbing. "Ok" he said, stepping aside for Alex to come in. "Thank you" Alex said walking in the house. A few minutes later Michael was bringing two cups of tea towards the living room coffeetable, as Alex on the couch was making himself comfortable. He had taken off his sports jacket, staying with only his lycra T-Shirt on and he also took off his shoes and put his legs crossed on the couch. "Here you go" said Michael, checking out Alex's bulky physique under the tight lycra shirt. Alex smirked at him and took the cup Michael was offering him. "Thank you, Mr. Myer" Michael sat at the other side of the couch, leaving as much space as possible between them. "So... I wanna start by saying that I feel really bad you had to see that..." Alex said. "Do you? You didn't seem to feel bad then..." Michael said with not much patience, as his dick was aching in his pants. Alex giggled. "Well I'm not ashamed, I just feel bad for you..." Alex continued staring into Michael's eyes. "What? Why would feel bad for me?" "It can't be easy for a single man your age to witness something like that..." Alex said in a slow seductive voice. Michael gulped. "...and not being able to partake" Alex finished sipping a bit from his tea. He then let out a moan as he enjoyed the sip he just took. "It isn't" Michael admitted. "Mmm" Alex agreed in a slutty grunt, "How bout I make it easier for you?" he offered. "Please..." Michael said. Alex smirked and got up from the couch. He started walking away towards the staircase and then he slowly started taking off his lycra shirt. Revealing his strong, chiseled back muscles to the horny man on the couch, who hadn't had sex in longer than he could remember. Michael slowly got up too and this time let his erection tent up his pants shamelessly. Alex tossed his shirt on the floor and started going up the stairs, flaunting his bubble butt jiggling in his tight sweatpants. He turned to look at Michael on his back and smirked as he got up further in the staircase and disappeared into the dark. Michael followed faster and started going up the stairs too. As he reached the second floor he looked around to find Alex. He saw him for a glimpse, disappearing behind a door. The door to Justin's room. Michael followed fast with his hardon leading the way. He opened Justin's door and saw Alex on Justin's bed, having just taken off his sweatpants to reveal a black thong and his big round and juicy ass cheeks. He then turned to lie on his back and look at Michael. "You wanna fuck me on your son's bed?" he asked in the sluttiest way. Michael nodded and proceeded to drop his pants and underwear to the floor, unleashing his raging big cock. Alex bit his lip and moaned at the sight of the thick manly dick. Michael started approaching the bed. Which in reality wasn't in Justin's room, but in David's. Michael being completely under the influence of the devlish seed, he was in deep hallucination and didn't know that none of what he was experiencing was real. Alex had never come over. Michael was currently with his pants off and his dick hard as fuck, approaching David on his bed, who had stopped watching the video on his phone and looked over at his dad in fear and disbelief. "Dad...?" he tried to ask. Michael was seeing the slutty Alex on the bed caressing himself, his ripped torso and bulging muscles, inviting Michael to get in bed with him. "Do you want me to call you daddy?" Alex moaned. "Fuck yes" Michael said, coming next to the bed. In reality his cock was now throbbing right above David's head. "What are you doing..?" David uttered, paralyzed. "What are you gonna do to me?" Alex said lustfully. "Ooohh.. first I'm gonna destroy that slutty mouth of yours, like that son of a bitch, Dallas did" Michael said in a deep horny voice. He grabbed Alex by the hair and with rough moves he stuffed the moaning hunk's mouth with his thick cock. Alex kept on moaning as Michael began fucking his mouth, grabbing it with both his hands. In reality, David was in pure shock as he was taking his own father's cock in his mouth, his virgin mouth. He dropped his phone to the floor and tried to move his hands around to grab onto something steady. His father had him locked in position as he forcefucked his face, and David couldn't believe what was happening. Alex moaned louder and louder and he looked up as far as he could, raising his eyebrows high to look into Michael's lustful stare. Michael got even crazier from Alex's horny gaze and started thrusting harder. "Ooohhh you fucking slut, you deserve this" he grunted. David was choking and spitting saliva everywhere, wetting his matress. He then finally placed his hand onto his father's legs and managed to push, showing some sort of distance. In Michael's head, Alex was now doing the same thing, trying to push away, pressing on his legs. "Ohh, no you don't... no going back now" Michael roared in a wild lust. He grabbed harder onto Alex's head. David was gagging and started slapping against Michael's thighs. "What's the matter? You didn't expect me to be this rough? Can't you not take it you fucking slut? Not used to a real man skullfucking you?" Michael ranted in his horny frenzy. David tried to shout at him and let out gagged grunts, which Alex did too, driving Michael even more crazy. He lifted his leg and stepped on the matress, behind Alex's back, pushing the young man even harder and now having his head inbetween his thighs, standing above him. Alex's hands were now slapping the back of Michael's legs and his ass, as he could no longer push against their front side. "Oooohhh, I'm getting close! So close!" Michael yelled. But... Then slowly the hallucinations started fading away. Michael stared down at Alex morphing, turning into David. His eyes realizing the reality. He now could see he was headfucking his own son, David. He could feel David's slaps on the back of his legs and hear his gagged protests. But he couldn't stop... "Oooh, noooo... fuuuuuuuck..." Michael said in combined lust and shock. He kept on thrusting hard, not being able to control his body. "David, I didn't... I didn't... I'm sorry... oh my, I'm so sorry..." he said in heavy breathing and still fucking hard. "Mmmffmmmll" David could only say. "It's not you... it wasn't... I saw someone else... that fucking slut" Michael carried on still unable to stop his action. "Ohhh, fuck... nooo... I'm gonna cum... noooo... David, please, forgive me...OOOOHHHHHH!" Michael growled he started spasming and shooting thick loads of his seed down David's throat. "MmmmmGGLll" David gagged, as he swallowed the devlish seed. Coming from his own father's dick. With each gulped David felt soothed and adjusting to the insane acts he had just experienced. Michael's frenzy subsided and he was finally able to let go of David's head. He stepped back letting his dick slide out his mouth. David took a few deep breaths. "Dad, what the fuck...?" he said in relief. "I don't know, son... I wasn't... I didn't see what was happening" Michael said breathing deely. There was a long pause where both father and son were taking deep breaths. "Are you ok?" Michael asked trully concerned. David exhaled and looked up at his dad. "Yeah..." he replied. David couldn't explain more of what he was exactly feeling, but the seed was doing its work, spreading across his body, the way it did to Justin. Michael caressed David's hair and let out an exhale of deep relief. "I really am sorry, son" Michael said, not really truthful. "I know, dad" David said, meaning he knew that his dad wasn't that sorry. Michael turned around and walked out of the room. David remained still for a few more moments, thinking about what had just happened. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe the night was to blame. The morning of the 31st of October found Justin Myer in his new apartment, lying in bed and worrying about the party that he had to attend. His phone was ringing like crazy all morning. Calls from Jennifer, Lance, other friends and his sponsors, who were demanding he posted photos of their products as he had agreed when taking their money. But Justin didn't want to deal with any of that noise. All he really felt like doing was stay in bed and just touch his new features. Feeling up his tits and ass. Pinching his nipples, fingering his hole. He had the craziest erection he could ever remember. The only thing he was missing was sharing it with the world. "Why the fuck not?" he asked himself. So he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and took a pictures of his new set of pectits. Squeezing them in his other hand and pushing them together. His nipples peeping from the sides of his arm. He doodled a "Good Morning" above his naked torso and posted a story. He exhaled in relief and excitement as the views started pouring in. People replying in shock and lust. No one quite able to grasp the size of his pecs and how it had changed since his last post two days ago. Seeing all these people react, made Justin even hornier and he started moaning by himself. But what he didn't think completely through was his family also seeing this. The first one to do so was Wyatt who immediately got convince his brother had pec implants. The second one was David, who got an instant hardon, something he couldn't really proceed as it would never happen, if he wasn't under the effect of the seed. And the third one, who was at work at the time, was Michael. Who didn't exactly see it on his own, but was shown by Alex. As they were sitting in the office both working on their projects, Alex broke the silence while checking his phone. "Um, Mr. Myer... sorry to interrupt, but..." he said while sitting up from his chair and slowly walking towards Michael. Not to mention Michael was still completely unease by his experience from last night and didn't really know how to approach Alex. "...I follow your son, Justin on instagram and he just posted a pic... that..." Alex paused not sure how to put it. "He's a fitness model, he posts a lot of nudity, if that's what you're trying to say..." Michael explained in advance. "Oh, I know... I'm into fitness myself, that's why I follow him" Alex bragged. "I can tell..." Michael whispered. Alex giggled and then proceeded. "Anyway, in this picture he's showing his chest..." Alex said. Michael felt his dick twitching, for reasons he couldn't explain. "...and it seems a little... tampered with" Alex said turning his phone for Michael to see. Michael couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was Justin's chest immensely larger than what he remembered, he also posed in a way that seemed overtly slutty to Michael. Like some playboy models he could recall, pretending to try and cover their tits, while clearly allowing everything to be in display. "What in the...?" Michael let out. His cock grew hard in an instant. "I know... I thought it seemed weird... did he had a surgery or something?" Alex asked with pretensious innocence. Michael shook his head in denial. "Not that I know of..." Alex looked back at his phone and tapped something. "Aaaand we got another one..." he said half tease, half joke. He turned the phone back to Michael to show him yet another pic of Justin's stories. In this one Justin was in his boudoir mirror, nude and having his asscheeks pressed on the surface of his nightstand. They looked like two spreading watermelons. "Oh my god..." Michael exhaled. His cock was throbbing incontrollably now. "I know... I think you should talk to him about this, Mr. Myer" Alex said retrieving his phone again away from Michael's eyes. "I mean, I've always considered Justin as a role model and this... is a little disappointing... implants for both chest and ass? It's too much..." Alex said shaking his head. Michael couldn't believe any of this. "Oh, here's a third one..." Alex said in surprise. He again turned his phone to Michael. Now Michael could see his son's massive chest from a low angle, as Justin leaned forward to look at the camera below him, and let his pectits shag down front. His nipples grasping all focus. Michael felt his dick jizzing in his underwear, making a wet mess and thus making him unable to move from his seat. "Are you ok, Mr. Myer?" Alex asked in pretent care, "I must've upsetted you, I'm sorry. Let me get you some water" Alex said walking out of the office. Michael was left alone with his perverted thoughts and wet pants. The day passed fast, Justin doing nothing but taking horny pictures in his apartment, never attending gym, or answering any of his calls. His pictures all had the same character. Him accentuating his pectits and ass. He was losing sponsors by the galon, but he was receiving even more offers for new sponsorships, mostly by gay businesses. And a few from porn industries. He was getting more and more creative as the day passed. In the early evening, he was taking a photo of him pouring milk all over his pecs and with the famous motto of "GOT MILK?" doodle on top of his story. As he posted it he heard his door knock. Not expecting anyone he went to see from the peephole, totally naked. He saw his father standing out in the hallway. "Shit..." he mouthed. He rushed to his bedroom and put on a brief, that of course made itself into a thong-like underwear once on his ass. Then he took out a robe from his wardrobe and covered himself up. There were more knocks on the door, Michael getting impatient. "Coming" Justin yelled as he tied the robe's knot around his waist. He opened the door. Michael checked him out from head to toe, thinking how pointless and stupid of him was to put on this ridiculous robe. As if he was now trying to hide, while posing the sluttiest of pics all day. "Good evening, son" Michael said strictly. "Hey, dad" Justin replied casually, "What's up?" "We need to talk" said Michael equally strictly. "Um... ok, but make it quick, I have to get ready for Wyatt's party" Justin said walking back into his apartment. Michael walked in and shut the door behind him. Justin made his way to the living room and sat on his couch. Michael followed and despite Justin expecting him to sit across him on an armchair he had, Michael crouched next to him on the sofa. "I saw your pics, son" Michael said and Justin froze. "But... you don't have instagram..." Justin began to say. "I saw them" There was a long pause. "Dad... I... I'm sorry if I shamed you..." Justin tried saying. "You're playing with fire, son" Michael interrupted strictly. Justin looked into his father's eyes. Michael was builting up something inside him. "What did you do to yourself?" Michael asked raising his voice slightly. "I... I... nothing... I..." Michael extended his hands and with a fast, strong move opened up Justin's robe wide exposing fully his two massive tits. "Noooo..." Justin moaned in shock. "What is this?" Michael asked strictly. "I don't... I didn't do..." "You have tits, now" Michael said, nearly steam coming out of his ears. "Dad... I don't know... how..." "You fucked up with all those juices you've been taking" Michael growled. "No... it's not that..." Justin said trying to cover up his tits again with his robe. Michael grabbed firmly on the fabric and pulled it apart again, down Justin's shoulders this time. "Dad..." Michael moved closer to Justin on the couch. "Son, this is very serious" he said quieter. "I know, dad..." Justin said apologetically. "Having tits is a dangerous thing" Michael said severely. Justin looked a little puzzled not sure if his father was mad or not anymore. "the world is filled with perverts, Justin" Michael continued. "Uh-huh..." Justin agreed unsure. "Perverted men, who crave tits.." in saying so, Michael slowly placed his hand onto Justin's pectits. "Uhh..." Justin let out. "They go crazy over them" Michael carried on. He slowly carressed the large meaty masses, all over. Sensual and slow. "Dad..." Justin whispered. "Posing like this publicly, makes you an easy target for perverts, son" Michael started going up on the tits, lifting them up along with his hand movement. "Uh-huh..." "You know what perverts do to tits?" Justin shook his head negatively and trembling from lust and fear. "They like to squeeze them" Michael said, while squeezing Justin's pecs together. "Uhh.." Justin moaned to his dad's action. "They like to pinch their large nipples" said Michael, pinching the large nipples his son had. "Mmmm" Justin moaned. "Yeah... they really do like that a lot..." said Michael pinching a little harder. "Aaah" "And they also do love..." Michael said crouching closer to Justin, "...sucking..." he said leaning forward slowly, "...on their nipples" Michael put Justin's right nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. "Ahhh, ahhh... da-ad..." Justin moaned. Michael sucked harder and hungrier. He growled. Justin tossed his head back and arched his waist, his robe sliding lower on his arms and staying on his elbows. His chest pressing forward to his dad's head. "Yeah, they love that..." Michael said taking the nipple out of his mouth. He then rushed to the other nipple and sucked it too. "Ahh... ahhh..." Justin moaned. Michael continued sucking on his son's massive pectits for a couple of minutes with Justin moaning and arching backwards. Then Michael stopped and squeezed the tits together as he took in a few deep breaths. "But the most perverted ones..." Michael said as he kneeled onto the couch and started undoing his belt. "Oh, the most perverted ones, son..." he said, unzipping his pants, and taking out his rock of a cock. Justin looked at it with gaze wide open... apart from the demonic one he had sucked two nights ago, he had never seen an erect cock in his life. "Dad..." "They'd take their dick..." Michael said pushing forward, closer to Justin's pectits, "and they'd put it right inbetween your tits!" he finished with a grunt. He stuck his thick cock in Justin's deep pec cleavage, causing a deep moan from Justin. "And then they'd tittyfuck you" growled Michael and started thrusting his hips, fucking Justin's massive balloons of pecs. "Ooohhh" Justin moaned as his father dick went up and down his tits. "God, the things those perverts would do to you, son" Michael grunted between his thrusts. Justin tossed his head back and pushed his tits together with his biceps, making his cleavage deeper. "You must stop provoking them so much, and keep it below the radar" Michael went on. Michael's dick was oozing precum, and it was lathering up the cleavage, causing wet sounds to start. "Ohhh, ooohhh, oooohh" Michael was grunting with his tittyfucking action. He then leaned a little forward. "And then some of the perverts, the worst ones, would even go further..." Michael said, "as far as grabbing you by the hair" he grabbed Justin tightly by the hair "...and shoving their cocks into your mouth" he pulled Justin forward and shoved his wet slippery cock down the young man's throat. "OOOhhhh, yes" "Gluuub" "Yes, they would..." Michael continued, "...then start fucking your mouth" Michael started fucking Justin's mouth still pulling hard on his hair. "Oh, fuck, Justin, don't ever let any of them do this to you" Michael said lost in his lust. Justin was drooling onto his pecs, saliva and precum spilling down, wetting them all up. Dripping down his nipples. "Trust me, you don't want any of those perverts doing this to you" Michael said now grabbing Justin's head with both hands and fucking him harder. More liquid spilt from Justin's mouth down, covering up his pectits good, as Justin gagged. "There's some really sick people out there, son" "Glllmmmm" "You're making yourself a target for them with the way you behave" "Mmmmgmmhhh" "Promise me you'll never let anyone defile you" "Glllgmmmm" "I'm doing this to protect you" "Gluurkklmm" "Ohh, ooohhh, oooohhhh, OOOOHHHH" Michael growled. He was being overcome by the devil's seed completely. His strenght grew as he pushed harder on Justin's head. His skin turned a little read, and his muscles started sticking out more. His eyes turned dark and hollow. And someone gazing from afar he could make out shades, shaped like wings, around Michael's back. Faded but real. "Those fucking perverts will then pour their seed inside your guts" Michael growled in a deeper voice. "MMMMMHGMMMLLL" "Like this!" Michael then held Justin's head in place, with his nose touching his pubic area and shot his load right down his throat. "GROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRHH" His load struck right down in the depth of Justin's guts. Justin felt its power rush through him. His tits tingling. All wet and glistering from the spit and precum, spilling out his mouth. He felt the load go so far down, that his asshole started dripping, moistening the interior of his asscheeks. Michael's orgasm subsided slowly and he let go of Justin's head. He dick slided out of his mouth, getting softer again. Both Justin and Michael took in deep breaths. "You see now, why you must not expose yourself like that, son?" Michael asked strictly. "Yes, daddy" Justin said breathlessly. "You are not to go to that party tonight" Justin nodded. "Okay, daddy. I'm sorry" "You have to remain on the down low for a bit. Till all the fuzz from your today's post subsides" Michael continued strictly. Justin nodded. "Good boy" To be continued...