Date: Mon, 22 May 2023 23:01:08 -0400 From: Sleazy Subject: Dad's Shed Part 2 Please support Nifty through donations! They deserve and need your help in keeping the site running! Any and all feedback is welcomed and encouraged to sleazeandgrease@gmail.com Dad's Shed Part 2: The Neighbor Ever since Nolan and Jack's first night out in the shed, the two had become inseparable fuckbuddies. It started with jerking off together, but within a week, Nolan had gotten his cock in Jack and he never wanted to take it out. If most other dads fucked their sons, especially with the size of meat Nolan had, their boy would have to take it slow and work up to it. Not Jack. He took all eight inches of Nolan's thick slab of cock like a seasoned champ. Turns out, that dildo Nolan walked in on his boy fucking was far from the largest he had in his arsenal. He'd been using his allowance to build up a formidable collection of silicone dicks, and some of them were bigger than Nolan could fathom his 5'5" son fitting inside him. Jack liked it big, and he liked his hole sloppy, much to Nolan's pleasure. The father and son spent a lot of time stretching and gaping his boycunt, and it seemed like there was no limit to how much that boy could and wanted to stuff in himself. Nolan would come home to Jack bouncing on a buttplug that would make a man his size wince, and it would be slipping in and out like it was nothing. And now that the two were fucking like perverted rabbits, there wasn't often a time either of them weren't naked around the house. And more and more, in the yard too. Nolan found out his boy was even more of an exhibitionist than he was, frequently going down to the park or the nearby nude beach just to let it hang. Turns out that all those bathroom breaks when they'd go out were often Jack's masturbation breaks. Nolan loved having his boy be the one to help him let his freak flag fly. Nolan was as happy as a pig could be. He didn't have to hide his horniness anymore, and now he could fully indulge in it. He'd come home from a long day of work, crack open a beer, kick back, and let his son worship his stinking body like he needed it to live. He'd lick over every inch of his sweat coated body and suck and fuck him dry until they went to bed. And on the weekends, they'd spend long days in the shed greased up and stroking their cocks until it felt like they were shooting their brains out of them. It was heaven on earth. One particular weekend in the shed, things got real heated. The father and son had been stroking their cocks for hours, shiny with oil and sweat as they felt themselves and eachother up, savoring their bodies and manscent. Porn was blaring through the speakers as loud as Nolan could get it--Jack always egged him to turn it up--when Nolan got the urge to piss. Nolan leaned back in his chair, letting go of his slab of meat and letting his urine spray up his body and over his head with a low groan as Jack moaned in approval, reaching over and cupping his heavy nuts with a smooth, small hand as his dad let his bladder empty all over himself. "Fuck yeah dad," he whined, his other hand still pumping away at his cock. Nolan turned his head and smirked, licking his lips as he looked his boy up and down, admiring his pig of a son. And right as he finished, the last few dribbles of piss rolling down his greased up cock, there was the distinct sound of the shed creaking. Not in the normal settling way, but as if something was against the wall. Both of them shot their heads back toward the window, the sound of wet slapping stopping as Jack quit jerking off. Nolan pushed up, pressing his keyboard and pausing the video so that the shed went quiet. The two men sat there for a moment, just their sound of their heavy breathing filling the tiny mancave bate shed when the walls creaked again. They both got up out of their chairs, and Nolan stepped towards the door. His heavy cock and balls dangled between his legs, his thick frame shining under the dim light of the bulb. He peeked around the window, checking the edges before stepping towards the door. Neither of them had worn clothes out to the shed or brought any with them, so Nolan stepped out into the yard naked and peeked around. Slowly, he walked back into the shed and closed the door behind. He shrugged his shoulders, lifting his thick arms. "Nothing's there," he said. As much as the two men enjoyed getting off in their backyard, they had neighbors, and there was a fear that one day they'd be caught pleasuring themselves and eachother out in the shed. But that was part of what made it so exciting. The father and son went back at it, edging themselves for a few more hours before eating eachchother's loads and heading back inside to take a shower together. One day, a few weeks after Nolan and Jack started fooling around, Jack was at home doing what he always did when his dad was out--pounding out his ass on his toys. His mom had left when he was young, so whenever his dad was out, Jack had the house to himself. He'd always taken advantage of the time to pig out and strut around naked, but ever since that night with his dad, it never had to stop. But there was something special about getting to be alone and slide around on some big silicone dicks while he edged himself. He was balls deep on his favorite toy in the kitchen when he suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door. Scrambling to throw the dildo in a cabinet and slide on some black shorts, Jack stumbled towards the door as the knocking grew louder and more persistent. "One minute!" he yelled out as he wiped his hands clean of lube on a towel before taking a deep breath and opening the door. In the entrance stood his neighbor, an ex-marine beefcake stud of a man who Jack had always fantasized about while jerking one out. His name was Andrew Johnson, but everyone just called him Rocky. Standing at a domineering 6'6" and bodybuilder built, he had kept the marine soldier look well after his service and into his 40s. Short buzzed hair framed his sturdy face and square jaw, and his chest and biceps practically begged to be let loose from his t-shirt that was clearly at least a size too small. For Jack, he was like a fantasy come to life. "Mr. Johnson, hi!" Jack said excitedly, looking up at the soldier's aviators. Rocky hardly went anywhere without wearing them. "Hey Jack, is your dad home?" he said in a low gruff voice, his mouth barely opening. He spoke in a way that commanded you to listen in. Jack looked behind himself, then back to his neighbor. "Uh, not right now. He's at work." Rocky slowly nodded. "Mm, gotcha. Any idea when he'll get home?" Jack shook his head. "No sir, I don't." Jack was well old enough to not call him sir, but it was like second nature. Both because of his natural domineerance and Jack's attraction. "Well you mind if I come inside and wait for him?" Rocky said, already stepping in through the doorframe. "Oh, uh, not at all!" Jack said. He pulled one arm over to the other, feeling a little awkward given that moments before he had been slamming a dildo in his ass. Rocky strode in, walking right towards the living room and making himself at home on the couch. He spread his legs and put a muscular arm on the armrest, looking at the TV. Jack looked at him and couldn't help but to admire how his bicep subtly flexed as he bent his arm. "Aw shit," he said with a small chortle. "Paternity Court. That show's a damn mess." Jack nervously giggled. "Yeah, that's why it's fun to watch." He sat down in the loveseat on the other wall, doing his best not to eyefuck his neighbor. He'd always had the hots for him, as it was near impossible not to. Rocky turned his head to him. "Your dad at work?" Jack nodded and shifted in his seat, curling his legs up beneath him. "Yeah, he's gonna be out late tonight." Rocky let out a hum in acknowledgement and turned his head back to the television. "So what you do while he's gone? Just watch TV all day?" Jack swallowed, knowing damn well that when his dad wasn't home he spent most of his time stretching his ass for when he was. "Yeah, mostly." Rocky smirked and turned back. "Yknow, when I was your age, I had girls over whenever my parents weren't home." Jack laughed with a bit of nervousness. That was one thing his dad never had to worry about. "Oh yeah?" Rocky nodded slowly. "Ohhh yeah. I was a wild boy," he said, shifting back comfortably into the couch, tilting his head back a little like he was reminiscing. "You can probably guess what we were doing." Jack giggled, shifting again as his cock shifted in his shorts. "I can only ima-" "I'd fuck in any room I was allowed in. Got a lot of good action when I was your age," Rocky said low and murmury, cutting Jack off. "You got a girlfriend you play around with?" Jack blinked, shaking his head no. "Hell, boy, how's the time to do it! Get that dick wet before they expect you to marry `em for it," Rocky said, following with a bellowed laugh. Jack laughed again, doing his best not to blush. What he wouldn't give to have been one of those girls. Right before he could respond, Rocky turned his head to him again, lowering his aviators a little. "I'm guessing you're not the girl type though, are ya Jack?" Jack froze before lifting a hand behind his head, ruffling his hair a little. "Oh, uh, not really sir," he said sheepishly. He turned his head away, now definitely blushing. Rocky blew a "tsch" in amusement, smirking on one side of his mouth as he watched the young boy grow embarrassed. "Shit, nothing wrong with that," he said assuredly. "Nothing wrong with a few more cocksuckers in the world." Jack was taken a bit aback by what his neighbor was saying. Sounded sort of like his dad. He looked back to Rocky, locking eyes with the musclebound stud. They just looked at eachother for a second, the both of them clearly mulling over thoughts in their head. Then Rocky spoke up. "Y'know your dad and you aren't too quiet out in that shed, right?" he finally said a bit sternly. Jack could've jumped up in the loveseat. He averted his gaze again, feeling the blood rush to his face and crotch. "Oh, I, uh-" he stammered. "Aw shit, caught you didn't I," Rocky said a bit bitingly. "Calm down, kid, I ain't telling anyone what you and your pops are doing." Jack gulped again, his face red. "I'm sorry if it bothered you, I didn't know tha-" "Aw, cut the shit Jack." Rocky interrupted, waving his large hand. "You know it's loud and you like it. I've heard you egging your old man on." Jack could've crumpled into a ball of embarrassment, but his cock was rock hard through the fabric. "Truth be told, I don't mind a bit," Rocky said, his handsome smirk coming back. Jack shot his eyes up, meeting them again with Rocky's. "You don't?" he said quietly and a little shaky. "Fuck, boy, you don't think me and Nolan haven't shared a few beers and shot the shit? We're more alike than you may think," Rocky said, his voice slowing down by the end. It was quiet for a second before Rocky shifted, leaning almost across the armrest of the couch towards Jack. His hulking frame almost swallowed it, the top of his forehead lightly glazed with sweat. "I'm more interested in what you two have been doing than stopping it," Rocky said, his voice almost sultry. "Sounds like your dad's gotten him a sweet little piece of ass on his hands." Jack whimpered a little, his cock throbbing upwards in his shorts. He leaned back a little, and Rocky's eyes darted down to his crotch and began eyeing him up and down. "Whaddya say we go up to your room and you can show me what you and your dad have been up to, huh?" He didn't have to ask Jack twice. By the time they were up the stairs and through the door into Jack's room, both him and Rocky had stripped down to their undies. Jack was naked, freeballing as always, but Rocky had a tight pair of boxer briefs on that clung to him like cling wrap. And from Jack's kneeled position on the floor, it looked like they were barely holding back an elephant trunk and grapefruit package of manmeat. Rocky wrapped his palm around the top of Jack's head, almost petting him as the pale and petite young man reached forward and pulled down the waist of his undies. As Jack slid them off, a thick cock and hefty balls sprung out that made Nolan's look average. Jack could've gasped. He hadn't seen a dick that big outside of porn before. It was almost intimidating, especially as it began to harden as Rocky pulled his face in and started humping the side of his cheek. "Fucking big, ain't it?" Rocky sneered, his heavy balls swinging low from his crotch. By the time it stiffened up and pulsed in front of him, Jack had ten inches easy of fuckstick in front of his face. He stared it down in awe, instinctively moving his mouth on to the tip and suckling. "Good boy, suck my fucking dick," Rocky said in a low groan, automatically pushing Jack's head against it. "You don't know how bad I've wanted to do this." Jack started dutifully worshipping Rocky's cock, sliding as much down his throat at a time as he could handle. It felt impossibly thick, but Jack loved how it made his throat feel and how he had to hold back a gag as Rocky manhandled him. "You're a real fucking faggot, Jack," Rocky murmured, grinning as he pressed the boy into the sweaty base of his crotch to make Jack gag and push his hands against his larger hips. Jack got into a rhythm, aided by Rocky's tight grip on his head, bouncing back and forth on his tube of cock. Every so often he'd yank Jack off, looking down into his watery eyes and slobber coated mouth. A stand of spit connected his puffy lips to Rocky's fuckstick. Rocky stepped back, letting go of Jack's hair and flopping back onto his twin sized bed, his huge bodybuilder frame practically covering it. He stroked his cock slowly, watching as Jack caught his breath and wiped his lips on his arm, walking over to the edge of the bed on his knees. His cock stood straight up like a missile, a fat vein running from the base up. "Give those balls a good sucking. Get my fuckin' taint while you're at," he said, barking the end of his sentence as Jack dove in started worshipping the bigger, stronger man. Rocky groaned and laid back on his bed, putting his arms behind his head and letting his hairy armpits air out as Jack gave his sweat coated crotch a proper tongue bath. This is what he liked about fags, they'd do the shit bitches whined about. Jack lapped his tongue across Rocky's balls, pulling one at a time into his mouth to suckle them. They were fat and engorged, almost too much for his mouth to handle. But he knew the better he treated them, the better the payoff would be in his guts or down his throat. He was hoping for in his ass. After several minutes of getting his horse nuts and ripe taint sucked on, Rocky reached forward and patted his thick legged lap with his hands. His cock hadn't softened from steel hard once. He had kept the aviators on, and Jack couldn't love the view of him looking down to him with them on any more. "C'mon, bitch, climb up here," he ordered, sitting back up a little and sliding his back against the headboard as Jack obeyed and got up in the bed to straddle him cowgirl position. Jack was half shaky with excitement as Rocky grabbed and positioned him, sliding his thick meat between his cheeks and slowly pumping up into the air, sliding it between Jack's thick smooth asscheeks. Rocky groaned as Jack matched his movement, grinding his hole against the ex-marine's tool. "I know damn well this ain't your first time, so don't expect me to go easy," he growled, positioning his wide tip against the boy's hole. Not like he would've if it was. Most of the lube from Jack's prior dildoing had dried up, so it was mostly spit easing that broad fuckstick into his ass. It was a little rough, but that's how both of them liked it. Jack moaned as Rocky's cock started sliding in, inches immediately sinking into his ass. He was facing Rocky, watching as the buff man curled and bit his lip, his huge cock filling him up with relative ease. "God damn kid, you've got a cunt on you," Rocky groaned, pushing Jack down. Once all of it was in, Rocky reached behind Jack and swatted his ass. Jack yelped in surprise and wiggled his hips, forcing every inch deeper inside him. Rocky smirked again, and pumped a little, savoring the little skank's sloppy ass. "Now ride that dick," he said, gripping Jack's waist to guide him. Jack started bouncing, bracing himself as he slid up and down Rocky's massive dick. He felt it slide in and past his second hole, his guts spreading wide for the ex-marines pole of cock. Rocky moaned as the little twink started riding him like an expert, his cockhead half tensing inside Jack's ass. "Fuck yeah, you fuckin' faggot," Rocky growled, pushing in and guiding Jack so he'd pick up the pace riding his dick. "You like that?" "Y-yes!" Jack moaned out, his own cock rock hard and leaking pre like a faucet as he got his ass stretched around Rocky's cock the way he thought only a dildo could reach. Rocky's nuts swang as he pumped against Jack's riding, the both of them both getting faster and breathing heavier as they went on. Jack braced a hand against Rocky's sweat-glistened chest, the beefy ex-marine getting more and more worked up as he fucked the boy deep and hard. Rocky was breathing through his nose by now, his face scrunching up in what looked like a mix of ecstasy and determined rage. He was gripping Jack tighter and tighter, his heavy hands sinking into his soft skin. "Fuck, boy, I can't fuckin' take it!" he roared, pulling Jack off. Jack flopped on his side next to Rocky, his breathing heavy through his mouth as Rocky turned on his side. His cock brushed against Jack's leg, twitching. Rocky pushed himself up, standing over Jack now. "Get those legs over the edge. I need to pound that pussy." Once Jack did, still catching his breath and shuddering every so often as he laid belly down on his bed, legs hanging off the edge, Rocky walked up base of dick in hand and pressed against his hole, stance wide. He gripped Jack's hips as he started sinking in again, spitting a loogie down on his manmeat as he did. This was Rocky's favorite view, getting to see a hole stretch around his engorged fuckstick as he pushed in. He pushed right into his ass, all ten inches quickly getting swallowed in and milked by Jack's small ass. Without much fanfare, he started pumping, his balls swinging with heft as he got to work pounding out the bitch. Jack moaned, his face down into a pillow as Rocky gripped his hips and slammed away. Every pound to the base sent shockwaves through his body, and his smaller cock was leaking against the sheets as Rocky rearranged his guts with his oversized dick. Loud slaps of skin and grunting rang out as Rocky went to town on Jack's ass, his face snarling up as he dug in and carved out. Rocky hadn't had pussy this good in quite a while. "Yeah bitch, take it!" he barked as he jackhammered at the stretched out boycunt on his meat. "Take it like you take your fuckin' daddy!" Within a few minutes, Rocky was right on the edge. Jack's ass was reddened and blushing from the heavy slams of Rocky's hips, and he was gripping the sheets in bliss. Every pump of cock made him gasp and moan, his prostate throbbing in his ass as Rocky wrecked it. With a final slam and a roar, Rocky planted into Jack, the headboard of the board slamming against the wall as he blew his load deep in his neighbor's ass. "FUUUCKKKK! MFFFFFF! SHIT!" he cried out, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he felt his balls squeeze and shoot rope after rope of thick jizz out into Jack's ass. They both sat there for a minute, Jack panting and whining, Rocky catching his breath before unceremoniously slipping his cock out. Jack laid there on the bed, his legs shuddering and shaking as his hole contracted from a gape before blowing back out into an open, dripping, fucked red hole. Rocky smirked, his breathing still heavy as Jack groaned and then pushed out, his hole sloppily farting and gurgling out some of his seed. Rocky slapped his ass before taking his thick cock and rubbing it clean of jizz inbetween the thick cheeks of his new bottom boytoy. "Be sure to tell your dad what I did to that ass when he gets home," Rocky said, reaching down to the floor and sliding his white boxer briefs back on over his slimy cock and sweaty body. A wet patch immediately appeared over his bulge as he stuffed it back into place and wiped his hand on Jack's bedsheets. Jack just laid on the bed lost in bliss as Rocky stepped out of his room and down the stairs. As he heard the front door open and close, he rolled onto his back and put his hands over his chest, his cock still painfully hard. If he knew what he could've gotten by just being open about his sexual desires, he would've done it a lot earlier. To be continued.