Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2018 09:28:25 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ollie's Oats Part 4

Scat, incest, WS, extreme raunch

Ollie was in shock. Sat there in the locker room, his dick smeared with gut
filth from his best mate Imran, his heart was still pounding from the
absolute brutal fuck he'd just given his mate despite him being half
unconscious. Ollie had tapped into a rage he never knew existed and now
Imran was flat out, his ass hanging out like a chewed piece of orange, red
against his brown skin. But Ollie had fucked him deep and hard and cum
bigger and louder than he'd ever cum in his life. Buster patted him on the
back, the perv coach shocked but aroused to the hilt at what he'd made his
blue eyed boy do to his best mate.

"He'll be okay," Buster said. "I know a doctor who'll fix that hole up, you
just go home and get some sleep."

"I feel disgusting," Ollie cried. "I've broke his arse!"

"So why are you still hard?" Buster sneered, reaching for Ollie's dick.

Ollie winced as Buster grabbed his cock. It was sore from banging Imran so
hard. He pulled away and grabbed his discarded shorts before pulling them
on. He looked down at Imran who was just waking up, confused, sore.

"What the fuck happened?" Imran groaned.

"It was me," Buster said. "I got a bit too rough, mate. You asked for it."

Ollie was shocked as Buster winked at him. "Our little secret," he said.

Ollie, ashamed of himself, turned and ran from the locker room. He ran all
the way home through the village then when he got home he went straight to
the shower, washing all of Imran's filth off his teen cock and balls. Shit,
blood, gut mucus and dried puke flaked away and down the plughole, but as
Ollie watched it vanish he knew what he'd done today wouldn't wash away
quite so easy.

Climbing into bed he fell asleep almost immediately. His sleep was riddled
with anxiety dreams but the one that got him the most was where his bedroom
door opened, waking him. He saw his dad Luke stood there in his white
Calvins, drunk again, confused.

"Dad you're in the wrong room," Ollie said.

"Son..." Luke said through drunken tears. "She won't go near me. My own
wife, your stepmum... she won't touch me, she says I'm a nasty stinking
drunk..."

Before Ollie could say anything Luke was staggering towards his
bed. Ollie's eyes were on Luke's undies, the bulbous head of his dad's fat
eight inches was stained yellow where he'd let some piss dribble out. Ollie
instinctively licked his lips as Luke fell on to the bed with him.

"Dad go get on the couch."

"It's not comfy, can't I get in with you?"

"No!" Ollie said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm disgusting dad," Ollie cried. "Today I fucked Imran so hard he
passed out and then I kept going."

Luke looked stunned, his dick hardening in his pants.

"You did what?!"

"I know, I hate myself dad," Ollie said. "And now my dick is killing me."

"Really?" Luke laughed. "Let daddy see."

"What?! No, you can't!"

But Luke was pulling the sheets back to reveal Ollie's spread legs in his
tight blue boxer briefs. He reached between his son's legs to caress the
bulge. Ollie groaned, throwing his head back.

"We shouldn't be doing this..."

"Son," Luke said. "I'm your dad and if you're in pain I want to make you
feel better. Now take those pants off I've got just the thing."

Ollie was confused as Luke got up and staggered out the room, his hard
pissy dick bouncing in his Calvins, that little skid mark still at the back
of them. Ollie did as he was told and pulled his blue boxers down, his teen
dick slapping up at his stomach, red and sore but hard as fuck. He kicked
off his pants and spread his legs nice and wide as Luke came back in with a
bottle of baby oil.

"Daddy make it all better," he said drunkenly before shocking Ollie by
pouring the baby oil all over his teen dick and balls.

"Dad the bed!"

"It's okay son. Probably gonna get dirtier than that before we're done!"

Ollie didn't know what he meant but before he knew it his dad was gripping
his dick and slowly jerking it with the oil. Ollie grunted in pleasure as
his dad gave him a hot oily wank, his drunken lustful gaze locked to his
son's the whole time. The squelch of the oil got louder as Luke tugged on
his lad's prick, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his lithe teen
body. Ollie started to grind his hips to meet his dad's squeezes, bucking
and bolting as Luke scooped the oil in his other hand and then started to
massage his son's hole.

"Ohmygod dad..."

"shhhhh," Luke whispered. "I've wanted to do this for years."

And with that his finger sank through his son's pink smooth sphincter like
a knife in butter that had been left in the sun. Ollie groaned loud as two
fingers buried themselves deep in his teen anal cavern. Luke got up on his
knees now to get a better grip on his son's cock and hole with both hands
furiously at work. Ollie lifted his legs, his feet in the air as Luke
started to finger-blast him. But then Ollie felt a rumble in his gut.

"Dad wait I'm gonna shit..."

"It's okay son," Luke said. "Daddy wants to see you mess the bed!"

Ollie couldn't hold back as his bowels gave out around his dad's hand and
suddenly teen stinking gravy started to flow from his cunt. It ran down
Luke's arm as he fingered even harder using the shit as lube to add a third
and then fourth finger.

"I'm gonna cum dad!"

Luke stopped jerking, Ollie left on the edge as his shit flowed.

"Not yet boy," Luke said. "I'm gonna twist you like a pretzel."

Ollie found his body being twisted, legs pushed right back by his ears as
Luke stood, his fingers still in his son, and swung around so his skiddy
Calvins were over his son's face. Hooking his own legs over Ollie's to keep
his feet back by his ears, Luke then squatted so those skids were literally
over Ollie's nose whilst Ollie's arse now pointed upwards and was spread
wide open, the loose thick shit gravy bubbling out around Luke's fingers.

"Suck dad's hole!" Luke said as he continued to finger-fuck his boy.

Ollie reached up, in delirium, and pulled those undies to one side,
revealing a dank hairy crevice. His dad's bushy arse was matted with shit
and the smell was almost too much as Ollie bawked and retched. Luke heard
the noise and slammed that hole down on his son's open mouth. He then
leaned forward and locked his own lips around Ollie's bubbling hole. He
began to suck the putrid juice out his lad as Ollie followed suit and
sucked his dad's pucker - feeling slime and grease started to ooze into his
teen mouth.

"Good you got him ready!" Buster said.

Ollie stopped and looked up in shock to see Buster stood at the foot of his
bed with a jockstrap on and nothing else, his perv dick protruding through
the cotton.

"Too right I did," said Luke. "Did you bring it?"

"Bring what?" Ollie gasped.

And Buster pulled out a 16 inch giant dildo. Ollie's eyes bulged out of his
head as Buster spat on it.

"Time to open this little cunt up!" Buster grunted and Luke laughed,
spreading his son's cheeks as Buster came closer, Ollie shitting himself
with fear and spraying his runs all over Buster from afar.

Buster laughed and used it as lube as he placed the head of the monstrous
dildo at Ollie's hole.

"Ready son?" Luke said. "This is gonna fucking hurt!"

And then BAM.

Ollie woke from his dream covered in sweat. Morning had broken. And his bed
was soaked with piss... And he was rock hard. Part of him was relieved he
woke up but the other wanted to go back and see exactly what happened
next...

To Be Continued

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