Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2023 22:19:08 -0400 From: Rick Subject: Andy Sleazes His Son part 3 Donate to Nifty ~~~ Last time: But Andy didn't do that. Instead, he flicked to his camera, took a photo of his greased up fat horse cock from the couch with the TV and table in frame, and sent it. Bottoms needed: Come get your ass filled up right boy. ~~~ Caleb was on his knees, mouth open and breathing shakily as Andy looked down with a sneering grin, his tight neoprene ring bound monster cock bobbing between his legs. Caleb was a beefy and broad guy, but Andy was huge. 6'4' and musclebound with enough padding out to look not just swole but thick, the mid-40s redneck was one macho brute--he still towered over the young bull, as did his huge pecker. 9.5 inches and nearly as thick as a can, Andy had the kind of dick that only sluts could really take. One of many reasons they were his favorite fucks. And lord was his son a slut. After seeing those pictures of his blown out muscled boypussy, Andy was more ready than ever to ram his son's brains out. And now he was finally 18 years old, on his knees, and ready to service his dad's meat with his throat. Andy had been literally dreaming of this day. "You get sloppy when you suck dick?" Andy asked his son in a coo, stroking his oiled tip slowly. "You know it," Caleb huffed, pulling himself closer to it, the log of cock resting against one of his cheeks as he reached forward to fondle his dad's nuts. They were fat, heavy, low, and plumped up from being stuffed in the cockring. Andy reached down, trapping Caleb's moppy hair and pulling his lips towards his tip. Caleb took over from there and started sliding down his rod, Andy simply guiding him. The father moaned, savoring the first of what would come to be many blowjobs. "Atta boy, suck it down," Andy said, giving a small push as he felt Caleb struggle to take the next few inches. His son's lips wrapped tight around his fat cock, the little slut already getting to work slobbering it up. Problem with a dick like Andy's is that it goes down the throat. Caleb was taking it pretty well, but Andy could tell his son was more into training his ass than his throat. Still took it better than most, but there was a little gagging as Andy pushed Caleb's head all the way down to kiss his cockring. Didn't bother him a bit though. "Ohhhhh yeah, atta boy," Andy grunted, grinding his hips against his son's face, dropping his jaw in pleasure as Caleb gagged and sputtered a bit with all of his father's near 10 inches down his throat. Andy started guiding his head, pulling him back on his cock while gripping his hair. Caleb almost moaned on his cock as Andy slipped him up to the tip, admiring how his slobber coated lips pursed on his jaw stretcher, then slid him back down and started using his mouth like a toy. "Oh yeah, you're good at taking it," Andy said with a mix of degradation and pride. Andy kept at it for a while. He'd speed up, then slow down before he could really build up a nut. He'd been dreaming of the day he could use his son's throat to edge himself, and that day had come. It was like one of his roleplay home videos come to life. But after a while, he decided he was eager to get the main course. That beat up butthole of Caleb's was calling his name. He had been dying to fuck him, but he couldn't imagine his son with a meaty boypussy in his wildest fantasies. Something about a well used hole of any kind got him riled up--he could really depend on them to take a good hard fucking. Andy let go of his son's head and put his big hands behind his head, smirking as Caleb almost spit his cock out, sputtering for air with drool on his lips and down his chin, small tears in his eyes. Caleb just looked up at him from the floor with a dopey grin. He may have struggled a bit with his dad's huge schlong, but he had never one fought back. "Get on this couch and spread your legs, boy," Andy said, sitting up and getting off the couch as Caleb eagerly obeyed, a small shake in his meaty legs as he climbed onto the couch, and stuck his ass out and spread his thick cheeks. Andy admired his asshole, eyefucking it's thick and wrinkly pink lips and how it framed a puffy slit that almost pulled vertical and winked open at him as Caleb flexed it for his dad. He had a real meaty boypussy on him that Andy wanted to absolutely ruin. "Fucking hell, Caleb," Andy moaned in a southern drawl, almost panting as he walked up with his throatslime coated pecker standing proudly in the air, his balls swinging. "That ass is well loved, boy." "Very well loved," Caleb said somewhere between a low drawl and a purr, shaking his ass a little before Andy put his hands on the orbs of thick jock ass and groped them. "You really taken a fist?" Andy asked, licking his lips as he gyrated the handfuls of his son's ass. "Once, my buddy Tanner," Caleb replied back. "Felt fucking crazy." "I bet it did," Andy said almost as if he was in a trance. "You fucking whore," he added as punctuation, slapping Caleb's ass. Caleb moaned and Andy smirked again. "You a fucking manwhore, son?" he said in a bark. "Yes," Caleb moaned back before whining, his hard dick twitching between his legs. Andy couldn't help but notice he took after his daddy in the meat and eggs area. "Who fucks my boy?" Andy asked with a bite, slapping Caleb's ass again, but harder, then again on the other cheek. It was already flushing pink. "Lot of guys, dad," Caleb said without a hint of shame. "Mr. Hartmann does all the time." Mr. Hartmann was Andy's neighbor, a volleyball coach at Caleb's school. He lived in a mobile home that was a little more shitty than Andy's doublewide and was smoking weed most of the time Andy stopped by. He was a real rough butch guy, but he was a handsome and buff motherfucker who knew how to dress to show it. Andy knew he was probably a horndog, but he wouldn't have guessed he was fucking his son. That turned Andy the fuck on. "Oh yeah?" Andy said excitedly, pushing forward and grinding his cock against his son's ass. "How often?" "All the time," Caleb said happily, sounding eager to share. He gripped the sofa tighter. "He's always fucking horny." Andy chuckled. "Sounds like your old man," he said. "He fuck you good and hard?" "Oh yeah, fucking rough," Caleb said in an excited hush. "I fucking love it." Andy grunted and gripped his son's hair again, pushing the tip of his arrow straight cock into Caleb's not so tight pucker. Caleb moaned as he started teasing the tip in, using Caleb's slobber and his boycunt's looseness. "How rough you like it, son?" Andy asked in a growled whisper, leaning in to his son's ear as he started pushing in more of his oversized redneck dong. "Hard as you want, dad." ~~~ That's it for part 3! Working on part 4 as you read this. Really appreciate all the love from 1 and 2! Really happy and surprised to get so many emails from people. Let me know if you like this, it's awesome to hear!