Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2019 10:14:07 -0700 From: 1noblegent <1noblegent@gmail.com> Subject: "The Night is Stifling Hot" installment 1 "The Night is Stifling Hot" By Fettle Pulchritude *A work of fiction exploring extremely controversial subjects and what if situations. They reduce the population of all species by eliminating the males. Those that decide who to rid first look to aberrant and then to the poor. Donate to nifty to keep this website viable.* The night is stifling hot. I am nude, smoldering atop my bed in the humid "attic" room of my parents house. I kicked off my sleep pants over an hour ago. (My alarm clock indicates it's nearing eleven-thirty.) I stare at the dark nothingness of the slanted ceiling. My hands are finger locked behind my head, and I am contemplating my life and future. The air in the house has been shut off since dusk to be "environmentally friendly". Dad and Mom also have strict rules about homework being done and lights out by 9:00 p.m. The waxing crescent moon's reflective light shines through the gabled window onto my desk giving the papers an eerie blueish glow. My bedroom window is completely slid open in hope of catching a wisp of a breeze. There is none tonight. My long lanky legs have gone through a growth spurt and my feet barely rest on the edge at the foot of my mattress. I cross my legs and hook my feet about my ankles. My nearly hairless legs are slick with perspiration and slosh as they meld together. Dad pesters me into thinking about career goals and being a responsible adult all the time. "What yah gonna do with yourself when you're eighteen and I kick your scrawny ass out the door? Why don't you become a doctor, or better yet a lawyer? They take everyone's money in the end. Best keep up those grades son. Even at McDonalds you have to be capable of counting change." Fuck this pressure. All I want to do is get off. Sweat has gathering around my tight young balls making them itch. Unconsciously I start scratching them and running my fingers through the light tuft of pubic hairs that seems to have just appeared overnight. I squeeze my thighs tight and push my left middle finger between them. I then draw my finger back out sliding my finger along my musky sensitive perineum and up under my scrotum making my testicles contract up tight against my instantly ridged penis. I don't know why, it kind of gross, but hold my finger up to my nose and take a deep sniff. "Hum," the musky scent of teen hormones, sweat, and stale onion fart. I grasp my teen spike tightly with my right hand and think about... nothing. That is, I thought about me; Me hold my dick; Me being horny want to get off on me holding my dick; Me having a future of holding my dick; Me, me, me. I start getting into the sensations of my self-exploration and masturbation session. I saw my father naked once awhile back. I mean, unexpectedly saw him naked. (Not like at the public pool locker room or anything like that.) He had just gotten out of the shower and was drying himself with his foot resting on the toilet-seat lid when I walked in to pee. It was like--really gross. His olive Mediterranean skin contrasted sharply with the fluffy white towel he was using. He was all hairy on his chest, belly, and down his legs. And his thingy was all fleshy and hanging distended maybe five or six inches and his balls were dangling and swinging back and forth as he wiped his leg with the white towel. Funny how I conjured that image now that I was squeezing and rubbing on my teen dick. I was maybe eight or nine when that happened. Thinking about it now I see my father as a fit middle-aged man, beautiful in a way. He has strong arms with firm large pectorals and round firm nipples, sinewy belly, round buttocks, muscular legs, and, and a big "Chewy" dick. (Gummy candy, that's what that fleshy mass reminds me of, Gummy Candy.) Yes, my Dad has a big daddy dick and huge round swaying balls that slap his thighs as they swing back and forth. I'm holding my cock in my hand and I'm fantasizing about my old man. I'm growing up and I want to be like my Dad. I want to have a strong body and a big thick "chewy" daddy cock. Yeah. It never registered before, but it was odd for Dad to be showering in the hall bathroom and not the master bath in my parent's room. I had just gotten home from T-ball practice and needed to pee. But someone was in the bathroom showering. So, I went to my room and waited anxiously for whom I thought was my older sister to finish her shower. In fact, I'm certain I had heard her in the shower and then her exit and walk into her room clearing it for me. But there was Dad. "Daddy, I need to pee," I plead. I already had the belt and clasp of my b-ball pants open and was unzipping the fly as I entered. Of course, his foot was planted on the toilet seat, so I couldn't go there like normal. "Almost done son. If you're in that big of a hurry why don't you piss into the tub. It all goes into the sewer the same," he responded. I must have looked apprehensive. Because he blurted out, "It's just us guys. I've seen you before, and look I'm completely naked." He raises both his arms up in a helpless gesture forcing me to ogle his body. He then flips the towel over his head to dry his back. Desperately I push my pants and underwear down to my knees and stand up to the edge of the tub. I pissed a strong steady stream over the tub and against the tiled wall. The scent of boy urine filled the air. I pull up and fasten my pants as fast I had opened them. As I leave, I looked over my shoulder. Daddy had a smirk on his face and still had his foot propped upon the toilet seat. He reached over and took a few pumps of hand cream and began smearing it all over his inner-thighs and distending dick and balls. Moments later I heard the shower turn on briefly, presumably to rinse the urine completely down the drain. ***** In the dark of my room I squeeze my dick hard just under the head trying to stop the idea of my father being in the shower with my sister. Outside a dog starts barking. Followed by the hum of an approaching SUV. Streaks of light bounce off the neighbor's house into my room as the vehicle pulls into my neighbor's driveway and parks. Everyone in the neighborhood knew the Maunhores were having marital problems. The tension was present almost immediately once the doors to the SUV were opened. "Jeremy honey, wake up, I need you to go right upstairs and get ready for bed. Your father and I have somethings we need to talk through," said Mrs. Maunhore. There is a pause as I hear the shuffle of the apparently tired boy walking towards the house and then enter. Once Jeremy has shut the door the woman turns and lays into her husband. "You fucking bastard," she screams. That did it. I am up and off my bed staring nude out of my window and down at the action. Their battles and spats have been displayed before but never at this intensity. In the background, the rooms of the house lights up one by one. I don't know why, but I opt to pull out a pair of binoculars from my bottom desk drawer to get a better close up view of the show below. "What are you telling me?" she continues. "You? Sheila, my fucking sister?" her voice slips into high screeching hysterics, "Your family, my family, you're all a bunch of fucking asses." There was a dramatic pause. "Is that why? Oh my God! Is that why everyone thinks her bastard child looks so much like you?" There was another pregnant pause. Mr. Maunhore just stood there taking the accusations, speechless. The light in Jeremy's room, which is directly across from my room, turns on. I watch the young boy enter the room. He sullenly kicks his shoes off into a corner, pulls his shirt over his head tossing it aside, unfastens his pants and lets them drop and gather around his ankles. He sits down on the foot of his bed's mattress in his underoos and socks kicking the pants off. Distraught he places his face into his hands and it is obvious that the boy is sobbing. "Oh my God! You're sick," she screams. "You are all sick." She climbed into the SUV. "I've got to go. I don't know where, but I can't stay here." She slams the door shut, starts up the engine and quickly backs out of the driveway. The SUV screeches as she guns the engine and speeds away down the street. The man stands there in the driveway stunned until the hum of the SUV fades into the din of the suburbs. In the distance a thud, like a trash can being turned over followed by some cats hissing and screeching. The cat fight breaks the tense silence and Mr. Maunhore suddenly cries out, "You cold ass bitch cunt, good riddance we're done." He stomps fiercely to his house, enters, and surprisingly he gently shuts and secures the door. I watch as one by one the lights of the house are turned off. He must be following much the same path through the house that his son did earlier. I set the binoculars down on my desk. I'm about to go lay back down on my bed when Mr. Maunhore enters Jeremy's bedroom. I pick the binoculars back up and focus in on what transpires next door. Mr. Maunhore walks right up to the crying boy, picks him up by his arm pits and stands him up on the mattress. Jeremy reaches out and steadies himself by placing his hands upon Mr. Maunhore's shoulders. Mr. Maunhore tickles Jeremy down his ribcage until the squirming boy is about to topple over. The boy's puffy tear filled eyes light up and the boy's face breaks into a wide grin and he begins to giggle. The man steadies the boy by gripping firmly Jeremy's waist. Jeremy looks up and stares deeply into his father's eyes. A moment of serious ogling transpires between the two while Mr. Maunhore gently massages young Jeremy's pert butt cheeks. Jeremy's father slips his fingers into the waistband of the boy's Captain America Underoos and kneads firmly the boy's soft flesh. The taunt fabric of the boy's briefs sucks up into the tiny spread butt cheeks encasing every dimple, curve, and shape of the boy's crevasse and the man's hands. Without a moment's pause Mr. Maunhore leans into his son's face. His jaw drops, he licks his lips so that they are gooey moist, and promptly laps his firm tongue across Jeremy's soft lips side to side, twice. Jeremy drops his small chin parting his pink lips. Immediately the man's meaty tongue is thrust deep into the boy's mouth. I'm certain that if someone thrust his tongue as deep and hard into my mouth as Mr. Maunhore thrust into Jeremy's mouth I would gag. But Jeremy doesn't. He seems to handle his father's tonguing as if it is natural to him. Jeremy's father breaks from the initial kiss. He watches his son respond to his gentle fondles and caresses. Mr. Maunhore slides his left hand up his boy's back and grasps the hair on the back of his son's head pulling it back so that Jeremy's face is straight up towards the ceiling. Except, Jeremy's eyes are focused and staring into the face of his father. Mr. Maunhore's tongue is distended and copious amounts of gooey saliva is drooling into Jeremy's gaping mouth, across his lips, and onto the boy's face. Jeremy's face lights up. He smiles and giggles as Mr. Maunhore leans in and begins to lap up his drool and lick across the boy's face as if he were a Great Dane. The man's raspy tongue slithers across the boy's eyelids lapping up the remainder of salty tears. I suddenly become aware that I am actively pulling on my own throbbing dick. My God this is really happening in front of me. For the life of me I could never have come up with a fantasy as hot as what was actually happening in Jeremy's room. I feel a sudden oomph just under my balls and the slick goo of pre-come spreads across my bulbous dick head as I stroke it. The man and boy get really into their kissing. The boy thrusts his tongue into his father's mouth and the two tongues battle and squirm about in each other's mouths. Jeremy slides his hands down his father's chest and feels the strong bulging pectorals. He then begins unbuttoning the man's shirt all while continuing to suck face. He tugs the shirt tail out of the man's slacks and pushes the short sleeve button-down shirt off his father's shoulders. Mr. Maunhore releases Jeremy's head dropping his left arm to allow the shirt to slide off that arm. He braces Jeremy's head once more steadying him as he removes his other hand from behind Jeremy's butt, drops his arm allowing the shirt to fall completely off to the floor. Breaking away from his deep kiss with his son Mr. Maunhore briefly sniffs his fingers. He then pushes both the index and middle finger into Jeremy's gapping mouth. Jeremy eagerly licks, sucks, and drools on the fingers in his mouth for a brief time. Removing the fingers from the boy's mouth Mr. Maunhore immediately shoved his hand into the backside of the boy's briefs and into the boy's ass crevasse again. Jeremy's eyes roll back into his head and his mouth gapes open in a giant aspirating "Oh". The two once again begin their seriously heavy face sucking. As they kiss Jeremy runs his hand up and down his father's hairy chest and abdomen. On occasion the boy would rub and fondle the man's large round nipples. Breaking away from sucking faces, Jeremy leans in and begins kissing his father's pecs, nibbling on one and then the other nipple. As he does so, Jeremy unbuckles his father's belt, unfastens the waist button, and unzips the fly. The man's trousers slip off his hips and down bunching at the man's ankles. Mr. Maunhore leans over the back of Jeremy planting kisses on the boy's back between his scapulae while his hands kneed the boys butt cheeks. He slips his fingers through the waistband and the legs of the boy's underwear bunching the fabric up between the boy's pert little cheeks. He repeatedly tugs the fabric wedge up in a sawing manner, and then smooths the fabric back over the boy's ass bubbles and then bunches it up into a wedge again. Jeremy runs his left hand, starting at his father's navel down the fuzzy abdomen, directly into Mr. Maunhore's BVDs and works his father's meaty cock and balls out of the white briefs. Erect, the man's penis is tannish beige. The moist head of the cock protrudes from the covering of loose foreskin. Jeremy grasps his father's leaking cock firmly and slowly drags the foreskin down exposing the flaring rosy corona of the penis. A large dollop of gooey slick pre-come drools out of the cock tip and smears up the forearm of the young boy from his wrist to nearly his elbow. Mr. Maunhore slips Jeremy's underwear down off the tight bubble butt. The tiny briefs slither down the boy's legs and bunches at his feet. Jeremy simply steps out of the briefs leaving them bunched up at the foot of the bed. The protection of Captain America will have to wait for another day. The forefingers of each of Mr. Maunhore's hands pries the boy's pert cheeks apart exposing the tiniest gash of an anal opening to the light of the room. The father places his left hand on the back of his boy's head and guides the boy onto the man's monstrous thick cock. With his male missile aligned to the boy's mouth the man thrusts his hips forward forcing the ramrod into the anticipating boy. The boy opens his mouth and allows the huge dick to enter his mouth. It doesn't appear to be an easy task. His rosy pink lips are stretched taunt as the man's purple dick head is slipped into the boy's little oral cavity. For balance the boy grasps his father's waist and slips his fingers inside the man's tight white briefs and guides the cotton fabric over the firm muscular buttocks. The elastic waistband clings to the man's thighs just under the man's ass and low hanging balls. Jeremy grasps each of his father's thrusting butt checks and is encouraging his father to pump that cock in and out of the boy's mouth. Mr. Maunhore sticks his middle finger into his own mouth to wet it and then immediately thrusts it two digits deep into the boy's rectum without pause. The effect is awesome. The boy's mouth slackens further. The man thrusts his hips forward and applies more pressure on the back of the boy's head. The man's dick is completely swallowed up by the boy. The man holds his deep thrust in a suspension of time before he withdraws it from the now excessive drooling mouth of the boy. I watch the man firmly thrust forward once again. Holding that huge cock deep in the boy's throat. The way he does I wonder if it is possible for the boy to even breath. Jeremy's fingers grip firmly into the cheeks of his father's ass. The young boy contracts his arms pulling the man's hips forward. "Oh my God," I think, "Wow! The boy wants his father to deep fuck his little boy throat." His father gets the idea and thrust forward firmly once again. The slimy veiny thick man dick slides all the way back into Jeremy's mouth and down his throat. I actually witness the boy's neck expanding in girth as the monster cock is thrust into the esophagus. "Wow," I blurt out. I am in total awe of the little boy's capability. Like the chug of a train leaving a depot. The man's piston thrust in all the way to his swinging balls and withdraws until I can see the purple head along with copious amounts of boy saliva. He then thrusts back in repeating the procedure. Gradually the man's thrusting picks up speed and energy and Mr. Maunhore is power fucking his young son's tender mouth and throat. The man's hairy heavy scrotum slams repeatedly against the boys protruding "Adam's Apple". Jeremy takes his father's face fucking bat like a Little League champ. The way the boy is gripping onto the man's now sweaty butt cheeks indicates the boy wants his father to continue to face fuck him this hard if not harder. Mr. Maunhore slips a second finger into Jeremy's tight boy slit. In rhythm to the man's dick slipping in and out of the boy's mouth the man thrusts the middle and index fingers of his right hand in and out of the tiny boy ass. The man bends over the backside of the boy, removes his probing fingers and promptly starts lapping at the slightly puffy pink anal gash of the young boy. I start to chuckle at the intertwining man and agile boy. From my perspective the arching of their bodies together reminds me of the silhouette of a cartoon Valentine heart pulsating to the rhythm of love. Mr. Maunhore breaks away from eating Jeremy's ass hole, and to the consternation of Jeremy pulls the boy off the man's meaty dick. Jeremy leaps off the bed onto his father's torso and then slides down onto the floor dragging his father's BVDs down with him. It's hard to tell whether Jeremy manipulates his father or if Mr. Maunhore moves on his own volition but the two turns in a sordid dance move ending with Jeremy's father falling back onto the bed with a bounce. Jeremy finishes stripping off his father's clothes that are bunched-up at his father's feet and tosses them aside. Mr. Maunhore splays his legs out His huge cock pointing straight up like a wooden peg. His balls hang low brushing his fuzzy scrotum on the bed spread. Both man and boy are glowing in perspiration. The Maunhore's must have left the air off while they were out. Jeremy promptly climbs upon the bed. Crawling between his father's out stretched legs he once again begins sucking greedily upon his father's fat fuck tube. The tiny boy leaves the man's cock gooey and wet with slobber and crawls further up kissing and lapping his way up the brawny man savoring moments on the man's navel, belly, chest, and nipples until once again he begins to suck face with his father. Jeremy arches his back and anchors his knees at the man's ribcage. He pulls his hips up so his butt rests on his father's navel allowing the man's veiny cock to snap up behind the boy. Jeremy slithers back down his father's abdomen pressing his soft smooth slender butt cheeks against the man's rod. The huge erect dick of his father bumps into the boy's perineum just above the hairless tiny pink boy scrotum. The man's pre-come drooling cock slides up and between the boy's wide spread butt cheeks. I watch as that shinny purple dick head slips up and across the boy's pink ass gash making the anal opening contract and wink at the touch. With an upward thrust of the man's hips, two thirds of the man's engorged penis rise above the small of the petite boy's narrow back. The base of Mr. Maunhore's cock is wedged into the cleft of the tiny boy's ass crack. So huge. So Small. "Oh, Mr. Maunhore fuck me (I mean) him," My mind whispers in a chant. I concentrate on the action in front of me pretending I have some kind of mental telepathic connection with the man. That I have some ability to make the grown man do my bidding. My body is buzzing in sexual energy. I become aware of my own painful erection and give it a firm squeeze and slow steady stroking. I feel the gentle knocking of my swinging balls slapping against my thighs. My mind is racing as I chant, "Do it. Take it. Yeah!" One thing is for sure that everything happening in Jeremy's room is intense. With firm pressure The man grabs hold of his son's wide spread butt cheeks and the man's digits sinks into the tender flesh. The man has taken complete control of the boy's hips and butt cheeks. Mr. Maunhore pushes the boy's ass cheeks to close around the man's large phallus like a hotdog bun. He pulls the boy's hips up and down alongside his daddy dick forcing the boy's spread up turned ass crack to become the man's masturbation toy. The man pauses when his engorged cock head comes to rest upon the pink bullseye of his son's ass. Like an arrow heading for the center of its target. That huge dick throbs and swells with the man's heart beat to even a greater girth and throbbing rigidity. Could he? Will he? Should he? Is it even possible? I watch engrossed unable to remove the binoculars from my eyes. I'm barely aware that I am furiously masturbating my own dick with my left hand. Vicariously I am Living the Daddy and Son sex. I tingle and I'm numb from my head to my toes. The sight is quite simply beautiful to witness. The brawny strength of the man controlling the soft tenderness of the young boy. The man wants it. The boy obviously wants it. Two beings fulfilling each other's needs. Father to Son and Son to Father. Praise for one and praise for the other. Unity and harmony. Family! Be damned the outside world. Fuck the world. No, fuck your son. "Fuck your son Mr. Maunhore. Fuck your son." I blurt out loud. "Shit!" I can't believe I vocalized that. I'm not even sure how loud I said it. But a heat wave of embarrassment flushes through my face. If the lights in my bedroom were on I am certain my face would be crimson. You do it once you can do it again they say. And that's certainly the case because I'm now whispering a chant. "Do it. Do it Mr. Maunhore. Do it. Do it." "Fuck your son's little tight ass. Do it. Yeah, Do it." "Slide that Monster of a cock right up inside your boy. Slide it right up your boy's tender pink butt slit. Do it." On and on I whisper and chant sending out my mental telepathy towards the father and son across the way. "You both want it. You both need it." (And I want to see it.) I switch hands without removing the glasses from my eyes for fear of missing one intense seconded of the action. I can now masturbate with my right dominate hand. I grip and stroke my cock firmer and faster. Oozing more pre-come my cock begins to slosh and develop into a frothy foam due to my furtive masturbation. "Fuck him, fuck him," my mental-telepathy broadcast across the distance. Mr. Maunhore releases the boy's left butt cheek and shoves his index and middle fingers into his boy's mouth. The boy instinctively slobbers all over the two digits. Immediately the man re-grips the boy's ass spreading that butt open once again. Unceremoniously the man shoves both fingers into the anal gash of the boy's upturned butt all the way to the man's second knuckles. The man pulls the fingers back out to the first knuckles and then immediately shoves them all the way deep to the third knuckles. With short in and out strokes the man works the little anal opening with his fingers. A big dollop of the man's pre-come oozes to the purple head of the big cock which is throbbing and bumping into and coating the man's ring finger in its slime. Utilizing the goo, the man suddenly forces a third finger, his ring finger, into the boy's ass gash right up to his wedding band. Jeremy arches his back into a strong "C" shape. Raising his tiny ass up to meet his father's forceful thrust. The boy's head snaps back so that he is staring directly up at the ceiling. His jaw drops, and his mouth opens into a round "O" as the boy moans grotesquely to the penetration. It may be a slight breeze rustling the trees, but I swear I can hear the moans of little Jeremy crying out "Aah, Aah, Aa-aah." Mr. Maunhore is gripping Jeremy's right ass cheek taunt and firm while he deftly works yet a fourth finger up and into the boy's butt hole. How is that possible? A full-grown man's fingers sliding in and then out of that little ass. Packing then petting that petite crevice. Believe it I must because I'm witnessing it with my own eyes. I lower the binoculars and rub my eyes with my right hand which is coated in my frothy pre-come. I lick the foam off my hand and then wipe the foam from my eyes. I blink thrice, lick my fingers clean once again and then return to gazing through the glasses at the scene in Jeremy's room. There is nothing blurring my vision. Everything is really happening. Yes, it's true. Mr. Maunhore is lovingly and furtively thrusting nearly his entire hand in and out of little Jeremy's ass; All the way to the base of his thumb under the boy's cervix; His palm disappearing all the way to his wrist inside the boy at the bottom near the boy's tight pink scrotum and ridged little boy nail penis. I hear another moan of ecstasy "Aa-aah." And then... What was that? That was no breeze going through the trees. I hear it again. Jeremy screaming, "Fuck me. Fuck me Daddy. Please." What a shock to hear such language tweet out of the boy's little mouth like that. The begging, no, demands from the boy for his father to give him something more than what he is presently getting. "Yes! Oh my God, Yes." My ears long to hear more, much more. I feel my ears perk up and I'm concentrating to hear what is going on across the way. Hearing the boy, seeing it all happen right there in front of me. It's all too much. It's all sensory overload. "Yes, yes, my God. I'm gonna..."I drop the binoculars and concentrate solely on my own masturbation. "prrt", My buttocks contracts violently thrusting my pelvis up and out. My balls contract painfully into the crevasse of my pelvis and I Jism with the strongest orgasm of my young life. "Shit, my essay, my math assignments." Paralyzed, I stand there unable to stop it from happening. Teen come sprays out across my desk dousing my homework. I had left it all spread out to remind me to add finishing touches and give it final check before I turn it in. It's all been doused, that is drenched in my jiss. I'm spent. What a fucking turn-on the night's events have been. I sit down in my desk chair. "Eah." The touch of the cold vinyl against my sweaty hot skin jars me alert. I stand back up. I should go to bed, but my lust to witness the action across the driveway fogs my reason. Am I a sex pig? I'm watching my next-door neighbors and I am paying rapt attention as if I will never get to witness such events again. I rub my gritty tired eyes, pick up my binoculars once again, and... "Oh my God." Jeremy clambers up to the head his bed. He buries his face in his pillow. He slides his arms under the pillow and grasps onto the top of the mattress forming parallel masonic squares. This raises his chest just enough that his pink nipples rub daintily against the fluffy pillow. The boy raises his tiny butt high in the air tucking his knees under his hips. All the while the solar plexus region of the agile child never losses contact with the bed's sheets. Inch by inch the boy worms his feet out towards the edges of the mattress. As he does so his pert bubble ass cheeks are slowly pried open exposing to me the best view I've had so far of that tiny pink ass gash. Mr. Maunhore picks up a bottle of baby oil from the nearby night stand and pours gobs of the lubricant across his chest, down his abs and onto his huge protruding daddy erection. The arches of Jeremy's feet are gripping the edges of the mattress and his toes curl in like cat's claws anchoring himself secure and steady for what will happen next. He turns his face towards his father his eyes full of lustful desperation. Pleading he cries out, "Fuck me Daddy." Mr. Maunhore puts the bottle of oil down and takes the time to spread the lubricant all over his hairy chest and nipples and across his sinewy abdomen and legs until he simply glistens. I can only imagine how the boy's room must smell with the mixed scent of male perspiration, sex, and chamomile. My head swoons to overbearing juxtaposed conjecture. The man walks up to the side of the bed and pours oil across Jeremy's pert up-turned ass. A steady stream of oil runs down Jeremy's ass crevasse across his pink anal slit and then drips into a pool on the boy's bedding. The mattress ends of the tiny boy's bed folds upward with the weight of the approximately two hundred forty pounds of muscular man as he climbs upon it. Drools rolls out of the man's mouth. His lips pull back into a serious grimace and sneer. All the anger, frustration, lust, and pleasures caused by the events of this night are concentrated in his face. The glint in his leering eyes exude nothing but pure lust and sexual greed. The man clinches his teeth tight as he grasps the young boy's hip with his left hand to steady himself and the boy. The man's turgid cock is standing up at least an inch above his navel. Sick with lust the man presses down at the base of his turgid cock with his right hand's index and middle fingers. His monster cock is forced out and down towards the little boy's anal bulls-eye beneath him. Hardly a second is wasted once the huge cock has made contact with the boy's pink gash; the man strongly and violently pulls the boy's hips back towards the man's crotch as the man thrust forward. In an instant the man has impaled the young ass balls deep. Oh my God what a gorgeous sight to witness. "Oh! Oh!" I hear Jeremy moans out excruciatingly. The boy's head snaps back and he arches his back even deeper pressing his abdomen even firmer into the boy's mattress and bedding. A second thrust in from his father and Jeremy's moan breaks open to a clear verbal "Yes Daddy". I watch his father pull his cock completely out and then ram it back in as deep as he could force it. "Yes, yes Daddy," cries out Jeremy. "It hurts so good. Harder, Deeper." Hearing the boy scream out his desire for his father to fuck him has my mind spinning and my body going weak in the knees. Once again I find myself frantically masturbating to the sex scene provided by my neighbors. Who am I to worry or care if the boy is or is not getting what he wants? It just fucking hot to witness. "Fuck him," I chant lustfully to myself. "Fuck him, Daddy," I add. The incestuous phrase sends thrilling goose bumps throughout my body, and my throbbing cock swells even thicker in my own hand. "Fuck that tiny boy butthole Daddy," I project out mentally towards to mating couple next door. "Take that Daddy dick Jeremy." I briefly close my eyes and concentrate on what it must be like to be Jeremy's Father thrusting that huge man meat into his little son. I then thought about how Jeremy must feel having his tight little ass stretched and probed by his Father's monstrous cock. I clinch my anal sphincter at the thought of being penetrated. I thrust my hips forward forcing my cock to fuck into my tight gripping fist. I clinch my anus at the imaginary penis thrusting deep into my guts, and then once again thrust my cock into my gripping fist. Realizing I'm missing the show my eyes pop wide open and I once again and gaze intently into Jeremy's window. Sweat is pouring off Mr. Maunhore as he works his relentlessly thrusting cock in and out of his boy's ass. "Beautiful," I mumble watching the athletic ass of the man thrust upon the boy. A perfect sculpture of art in balance. Large upon the small. Apex and motion. Everything drawing me into the endless story of love and lust; Man to boy, and then boy to man. Mr. Maunhore braces his left arm behind Jeremy's thighs and pulls the boy knees up and under the boy's chest folding him up into a scrunched-up fuck hole. Without withdrawing his cock Mr. Maunhore reaches down and under Jeremy's feet with his right arm. He grasps Jeremys left ankle and with a sudden jerk flips the boy over onto his back. Almost like a cartoon the boy lands back upon the mattress. With a bounce his arms and legs flail about. Re-gripping the boy behind his knees Mr. Maunhore forces the boy's legs up high to the shoulders causing the boy's little ass to rise to the convenience of the man who is still thrusting relentlessly into the little hole. Jeremy reaches up with both his hands and latches onto his father's muscular ass cheeks and assists the man in both thrusting into the boy ass and stabilizing the coupling. Jeremy is moaning immensely and then uncontrollably he yells out, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder Daddy. Please. Please. Please." With brutal force the man sinks his angry purple head directly and deeply into the quivering hole of the young boy. Glistening with slick ass juice the man pulls his lengthy cock from the tiny ass slit only to thrust with intensity back into the gasping boy as deep as he can go. Not only has Jeremy squinted his eyes shut in pleasure but his father too has rolled his eyes back into his head concentrating on thrusting his monster cock into the gritty and tight little ass. Slam. "Ah, tight hot boy hole," moans out the man. "Take my big Daddy dick. Take it son." "Take my hard cock all the way, all the way. Yeah." The brutal force of the man atop the young boy is so strong that it sends the boy into coughing fits. "Plea(huh)se, cuhuff, cuhuff." The man cuffs the side of the boy's head. "Please what?" "Please fuck me harder Daddy." "That's better. Take my big Daddy dick. Take it son. The obedience of the good little boy to his father has me swooning and wobbly at the knees. I slide my desk chair out from under my desk to sit down. Remembering that the chair is cool to the touch. I go and find a worn tee-shirt on the floor near my clothes hamper by the bedroom door. After draping it across the back of the chair I promptly sit down and I am engulfed in the stale odor of my musty teen perspiration. Somehow tonight, (It's now past midnight), my stale body odor is intoxicating and enhances my arousal. I quickly pick up the binoculars and reengage with the neighbors across the way. Mr. Maunhore has stood up facing the bed his shins are butted up to the mattress. His back is arched forcing his crotch forward. The fine detail of his ass and leg muscles show them contracted in a forward thrust of his hips toward the awaiting lips of his child. Jeremy is crouched upon the bed on his hands and knees sucking clean the slimy cock of his father. He raises his arms placing his small hands on Mr. Maunhore's hips to rest and stabilize him as he goes down on his Dad. The drool of the sucking child mixes with the slime already on his daddy's dick and balls. Then like a hoover vacuum he slurps the moist goo into his suctioning mouth and swallows. Once complete, he starts drooling over the monstrously veiny man dick and then sucking it up once again. Mr. Maunhore places his hands under the arm pits of his petite son and in a quick swoop lifts his son up to his face where the two begin to suck face, swapping spit, and playing with each other's tongues. Jeremy wraps his arms around his father's shoulders and his agile legs about the man's waist. His cute bubble but spreads open wide and I can see his sweet pink ass gash winking in a rhythm that matches the heavy make out session of the two's faces. Mr. Maunhore purposefully places each of his thumbs on the tiny nubs of Jeremy's erect pink nipples and applies deep tissue pressure. Jeremy slowly lowers his tiny ass down ward seeking contact with the devilish mean man rod of his father. Mr. Maunhore is thrusting his hips upward but he is only fucking air. A big glob of pre-come drools out of head of that huge meaty cock and drips in a long stringy strand towards the floor. Contact. A bullseye on the puffy pink center of Jeremy's ass. The boy's sphincter contracts tight. Mr. Maunhore's cock bends slightly and then bounces and slides up the crack towards the boy's coxes bone. "Ee-ow" cries out the boy as the man's cock stabs him in the wrong location. He pulls his hips in towards his father's belly before pushing his hips out and down once again obviously seeking out that big dick of his father. His father too contracts the small of his back drawing his man tube back under his son's spread ass. Mr. Maunhore places his hands on Jeremy's hips spreading the cheeks even wider and guides the boy's hips until there is contact once again. Jeremy arches his back and looks over his shoulder seeking a view of what is happening. The man firmly guides his son's pelvis down and directly onto his awaiting erect daddy dick. A nudge and the turgid cock begins it journey back inside the young boy. Fractions of an inch at a time. The man pulls the boy's hips down unrelenting. The pink slit stretches wider and wider to accommodate that giant love sausage. Down, down goes Jeremy. In, in goes his father's dick. "Ah-ah," whines out the boy. All the way. All the way to the man's balls without stopping or retreat. Balls deep the man holds the young boy on his dick. Suddenly the man begins walking about the room with the boy clinging onto his father's shoulders. With each step the man took, the boy would bounce up and then slam down onto the sweaty hips of Mr. Maunhore. The boy's lips suckle upon the firm round nipples of the man's hairy chest. First the left one then the right. With the his cock thrusting deeply into the young boy, the man walks around the bed and pins the boy's back against the wall. Jeremy's mother had decorated the boy's room walls in a forest or grove type theme with painted and cut out trees, birds, and other animals. The man has pinned the boy against the trunk of the cartoon elm tree. I half expected the cartoon birds and animals to fly and run about singing joyously like something out of Disney. The man continues to thrust and grind energetically into the boy. Jeremy's back is straight against the wall. His face is pinned in the left crook of his old man's neck. His body is too short for the two to be face to face. What happened next was pure acrobatics worthy of a television talent competition. Mr. Maunhore steps back from the wall. As he does so Jeremy slides his back down the wall maintaining contact with the wall. Jeremy raises his legs, with the assistance of his father, to rest on the man's shoulders. The man steps back further and Jeremy is maintaining contact with the wall at his shoulders. The boy's body is at a right angle to his dad. His father inserts his arms under Jeremy's legs crossing his right arm over his left. He secures a strong grip on each side of his boy's waist. Jeremy brings his knees to his chest and wraps his arms securely around them holding them in place. The man takes a further step back until Jeremy has no contact with the wall. Suddenly the man spins Jeremy clock wise a half turn so that the boy that once was facing the ceiling is suddenly face down. All the while the boy remains impelled upon the man axle dick. With the rotation complete Jeremy releases his legs and reaches out to brace himself against the wall. His legs clasp securely about his father's waist. The entire maneuver takes less than a second. Mr. Maunhore immediately begins stepping forward until once again he has pinned Jeremy against the painted tree on the wall. The man forces his arms behind the knees of the boy drawing them upward. He then places his hands under the arm pits of the boy. Visually Jeremy now looks somewhat like a frog clinging to the side of a tree. The perspiration from the two is glowing and dripping profusely. The gyrating fucking from the man shows no sign of relenting any time soon. I am once again deeply engaged in the bizarre sex antics. Fascinated I stand up and lean over my desk trying to somehow get a better view. Mr. Maunhore begins giving love bites to the back of Jeremy's neck. Jeremy reaches up and interlocks his fingers behind the neck of his father. The boy's legs slide down the man's arms until his knees are held in the crook of his father's elbows. Mr. Maunhore slips his hands up the youthful chest of his boy and begins pinching each of the boy's tender pink nipples. The back of the boy's clavicals rub gingerly the man's chest just beneath the large brown tits. Holding the boy securely he once again moves away from the wall walking about the room in their new position. The boy's throbbing erect four inch nail on open display as the man's thrusting cock slips up the backside of the boy with each step. The man walks up to the window purposely putting the two on public display. What a sight. The man peers out the window to the street below. I swear he looks disappointed that there is no one on the street at that moment. Still his thrusting into his child has increased in intensity. I don't know what came over me but I have a need to connect with this father who is fucking his son in front of my very eyes. I wanted to let him know I know and am turned on by what I see. I reach over and turn my desk lamp on. "Shit," to late to retreat. My gut sours as I've crossed a line of no return. It works. I am standing naked masturbating behind the open window of my bedroom with the lamp on. I can see Mr. Maunhore's face lite up. Two exhibitionists appreciating the attention of exposing themselves to each other. Now that he knows I am there I switch off the lamp. My body remains on display however glowing in the reflection of the moon light. He steps right up pressing Jeremy's little body firmly on to the glass. The little boy nail throbs hard against the clear glass of the window. He increases the energy of his fucking as he concentrates on displaying a grand show. I am certain he is going to blow his wad deep into his son right there in that window frame. Mr. Maunhore slides his hands between the glass and his boy's chest. He presses, rubs, and tweaks his son's pink nipples. Right beneath the boy's little tight ball sack Mr. Maunhores large daddy dick is thrusting up and into his son. The man's testicles are sliding and bouncing up down against the glass. Faster and harder that veiny slick cock is thrusting into the boy's ass. Mr. Maunhore splays his hands across the boy's pectoral muscles so that his pinkie fingers remain pressed into the boy delicate nipples. The rest of his fingers grip into the muscle tissue as they connect to the breast bone. His thumbs grip into the hollow of the boy's collar bone. The man's arm muscles contract fiercely pulling the boy downward as his hips thrust simultaneously upward into the boy. "I'm coming," announces the man and then proptley leans forward and sinks his lips into the left back side of the boys neck with a love bite. Seconds later a sudden gush of gooey white man come and boy ass juices splashes out of the boy, down the man's cock shaft, across his hairy scrotum, drools down the clear glass of the bedroom window, and puddles on the window sill. God what would I give to be there right now, right under the boy and Mr. Maunhore's ejaculating dick. To have that hot sticky come drip out and down right onto my face drenching me in that gooey mess. ""Oh, to let me at it." I would felch the jizm right out of that boy ass. "Let me at it. Please Mr. Maunhore, Please." I am over the top. I drop the binoculars onto the desk. My balls contract high in my scrotum. I feel my prostrate inside my ass itch. My anus clinches tight and then tighter. I cup my left hand in front of my penis as I ready to blow yet another wad. I'm actually rather jealous of Jeremy at this moment. To have your father's huge meaty cock shoved up your ass giving you pleasure only your old man can give you. I clinch my eyelids tight. "Fuck your son Mr. Maunhore. Fuck your son harder." "Take that Daddy dick Jeremy. Take it. You want it. Take it." "Fuck his tight little ass. Fuck my tight little ass." What was that? Yeah, I Juxtapose myself into the scene at my neighbors and my telepathic chant takes a twist. "Fuck my ass Mr. Maunhore. Fuck my ass Jeremy's Daddy. Give me your cock hard. I want it all now." "Take my cock son. take it deep. I'm seeding your little ass with my Daddy come." I can here him vocally inform his child. "Yes. Yes, I want you to breed my ass Mr. Maunhore. Cream my little boy ass Daddy. Daddy fill me up. It feels so good Daddy. Fuck my ass Daddy," I chant carelessly. Out of nowhere my mind takes a twist and It's not Mr. Maunhore, it my own Father drilling my tight young ass. I am my eight year old self walking into the hall bathroom needing to pee. I see my father nude. I piss in the tub because my father has his foot propped on top of the toilet seat drying himself with a fluffy white towel. After I finish I don't pull up my pee-wee baseball pants and leave. I bend over pushing my pants all the way down to my ankles. I flirtatiously look over my left shoulder and I arch my back invitingly pushing my boy ass up and out. I spread my butt cheeks apart and commence my demands."Fuck my ass Daddy. Fuck my ass." My Daddy is more than willing to top his son. Takes a few pumps of body cream and smooths it over his distended Daddy dick. Instantly, his cock is turgid, his towel drops to the floor, and he is walking arms stretched out toward me. Like a zombie he walks up behind me and grabs my ass cheeks and in one powerful thrust he is balls deep in my guts. "Fuck me. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard." Over and over I fantasize of my Dad plowing my ass. In and out. In and out. "Yes!" Here it comes. A painful squeezing twitch in my balls and all the glands along the way. I stand on my tip-toes. Every muscle contracts. My entire body arches in a forward thrust of the hips. I am frozen in sheer ecstasy and pain as my body tries to muster up the fluid to ejaculate. My body doesn't disappoint. Three solid spurts of teen come is pumped into my left hand's palm. I promptly slurp the goo up and swallow it down. "Ouch," my body is spent. I feel as though I've been kicked in the balls. I had no idea that I had been harboring such a dark fantasy for so long. Have I always want my father to fuck my ass since that day? I turn to go lie back down on my bed but curiosity get to me. I pick up the binoculars and have a look. Jeremy has been placed back on his bed on his hands and knees. His father is standing to the side. The boy is licking and sucking the man's thick distended dick clean. "Lucky boy," I whisper aloud. Mr. Maunhore has Jeremy turn about so that his boy ass is hanging over the edge of the bed. The man gets down on the floor on his knees, leans forward, and promptly begins eating out his child. Jeremy giggles. The man slurps and laps his tongue at the boy's juicy swollen anal ring. The man begins to fidget with his daddy dick which is once again swelling into an erection. "Could he possibly fuck his boy once again?" The energy I witness indicates he will. However, I'm too exhausted to find out. I put the seeing glasses down and crawl nude upon my bed. Lying there, staring up into the dark ceiling, I grip my hard on. Damn, is it tender. What a bizarre night. I am tingling from head to foot. I roll over and thrust my sensitive cock into my bed sheets and I am out.