Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2021 22:58:24 +0100 (CET)
From: iluvbowlcuts@tutanota.com
Subject: The artist's lover - part 1 (Revised)

Gay - Young friends

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Main character : Sacha, son of the artist
Secondary character : Nico, the guest


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The Artist's lover - by BC


My name is Sacha and I'm a boy of fourteen. My family would be considered
decently well-off compared to others. We were far from rich, but after the
fall of the Soviet Union, our country has yet to recover from their years
of oversight in our economy. Basically everyone was having trouble making
ends meet, our family was doing a little better than others and was one of
the rare kids my age who didn't need to work to help my family. We lived on
the outskirts of a small village, away from almost everything.

The reason we were doing a little better, is because my father was a pretty
successful artist. He was a talented painter and sculptor, and managed to
sell his work to the state or wealthy land owners. He was a quiet man who
rarely spoke to me, always in his workshop working on whatever project he
was on at the time. I knew not to disturb him, this was the livelihood of
our family.

My mom was a gentle woman with an almost perpetual smile. She was sweet and
a typical stay-at-home mom. She had adopted the traditional role of
housewife, just like pretty much every married women in this country. We're
still very old-fashioned and the traditional family model has stuck around
in our part of the world. There was so much work around the house to be
done, my mom was always busy fixing something, tending the chickens,
preparing food and cleaning the house, an endless cycle that required
almost all her time.

As for me, I'm a typical rural kid, average height and build, with brown
hair and eyes. People tell me I'm handsome, although I don't know if it's
just my family being nice. I've never had a girlfriend. The furthest I had
ever been was kissing on the lips when we were playing spin the bottle a
while back with some schoolmates. There were two boys and three girls there
and when the bottle landed on a boy, I still had to kiss them which had
left me very confused. I expected to find it gross but my body found it
otherwise. It made my dick go even harder when I kissed those boys. When
one of them slipped his tongue in my mouth to kid around, I almost felt
like I was going to cum in my pants. That night when I jerked off, my mind
still fresh with these images, I came harder than I had ever been. I had
only been jerking off for a little while, a friend having told me all about
it. This was not something they talked about in school, even less so at
home. I was raised in a pretty sheltered home, this was not something that
was ever talked about.

When I came back from school that day, I was surprised to find a kid in the
kitchen, my mom serving him tea. They turned around and looked at me, my
mom wearing her perpetual smile, offering me a cup.

"Thanks," I said as I took the cup in my hand.

"You're welcome sweetie," she answered.

I didn't recognize the boy. Was he a cousin? He looked about the same age
as me, maybe a bit younger. He had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes, a small
nose, slightly tan skin, an indication he spent a lot of time outside
because I'm pretty sure his skin would be as pale as mine normally. He was
slightly shorter than me and was of average build. He was really cute, like
one of the most handsome boy I've ever seen.

"Hi," he said, with his slightly raspy alto voice.

I was surprised his voice sounded a bit deeper than mine. It still sounded
like a young boy, just a lower tone of voice. It sounded so melodic, it had
me enchanted already.

"Hello," I answered, now a bit self-conscious about my higher voice.

I was always a bit annoyed that my voice had not yet started to change
despite the fact that I was 14. Most of my friends' voices had already
dropped.

"This is Nico," my mother said, smiling.

"Nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand and shaking his.

He simply shook it and sat back down. I was struck by how serious he
looked, no smile or anything.

My dad then entered the room and saw me.

"Oh, you're home Sacha, good," he said, sitting down at the table.

My mom served him a cup of tea which he took and brought it to his face to
smell his favorite beverage. He smiled of satisfaction and softly blew on
it before taking a sip.

"Thanks," he said, putting the cup back on the table to let it cool a bit.

I was stealing glances at the kid at our table once in a while, finding his
beauty enticing and still puzzled as tho who he was. I think my dad may
have noticed my predicament because at one point he said:

"Nico is going to stay with us for a while. I want you to get along"

"Yes sir," I answered.

I knew better than to question or disobey my father. But I was now full of
questions. I was now certain this wasn't one of my cousins, I would've
remembered him by now. Who was this mystery boy? Why was he here? How come
my parents knew a kid I didn't know? I was reluctant to ask questions not
to bother him or annoy my father, so we kept it to small talk. I excused
myself once I was done drinking my tea to do my homework.

Back in my room, I was finding it hard to concentrate. My mind was
preoccupied and was having a hard time focusing on my homework. At some
point, I heard noise outside. I stood up and looked through the back window
in the bathroom to see my father and Nico head to the workshop. My father's
workshop was like a large garage occupying a big chunk of the backyard,
where he was making his creations he called them; paintings, sculptures
carved out of stone, or sometimes elaborate steel structures representing
someone or something. What he lacked in social skills, he definitely made
up in artistic talent, he was good and everything he made was just
amazing. I don't know how he does it, I really don't have it in me to do
such things, but I can appreciate them.

A while later, I heard my mom call me.

"Yes mom?" I asked as I showed up in the kitchen.

"Dinner is almost ready. Could you please go tell your father and Nico?"

"Of course."

I exited through the back door and walked slowly to the workshop. When I
walked in, I could see Nico helping my father install some sort of setup in
the corner, in front of a blank canvas. They were putting down cushions and
fabric, probably for a project my dad wanted to paint.

"Mother said dinner is almost ready and wanted me to inform you" I said.

"Yes. Help Nico with the columns will you?" he said.

I went over to the blond-haired boy whose longish hair was covering his
face as he was bending down to pick up a large plaster column. I wondered
how he could see well and why he didn't keep his hair short like most
boys. Not that he had long hair like a girl, it was simply longer than
usual for a boy. I helped him and was struck at how heavy it was. It took
us both some effort to pick it up and place it upwards. It was a good two
meters high, if not more. There were for of five more on the ground.

"Good, we'll continue after we've eaten. Come," my father said.

We had an uneventful dinner, where it was mostly my mother commenting once
in a while about how she made this stew, who was very good, just like most
of what she cooked. She took great care and had pride in her cooking
abilities. I complimented her as usual and my father rewarded her with a
smile, which was the extent of him showing appreciation.

After dinner, I accompanied my dad and Nico to finish whatever he needed my
help for. He was giving Nico and I instruction as to where to place the
columns. We spent almost an hour putting everything up as he requested.

"Go get some sheets from your mother. Ask her for the white linen" he
asked, sending me in the house.

When I got inside, my mom was reading a book in the living room,
peacefully.

"We need white linen sheets."

She smiled and got up, went to the third bedroom to retrieve some. Our
house had three bedrooms; a corridor went from the dining room and lead the
master bedroom and my room to the left, facing the front and another guest
room facing the backyard. The bed was all done, ready for our guest I
assumed. She handed me a pile of white sheets that I had trouble holding in
one hand and had to use both to hold.

Once I got back in the garage, my father took the sheets and lay them
neatly on the large foam mattress he had put on wood planks on the ground
in the middle of the columns we had set up. It was already dark outside and
light was insufficient in this corner of the garage to see everything in
details. I wondered how my dad could see what he was doing properly.

"It's late, let's go," my father simply said after a while.

I retreated to my room where I started reading in bed. I only had a small
lamp and my parents were strict in regards to electricity use, so I turned
it off after a while to sleep.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard some sounds from my parents'
bedroom. Our walls were rudimentary, it's as if they were made of paper,
they let sound through as if there was nothing. I knew that and had always
been really careful when I jerked off in bed, sometimes opting to do it in
the shower for more peace of mind but I had to be really quick, otherwise I
would have to finish my shower with cold water.

I paid closer attention to the silence when I heard a distinct groan. Were
my parents... doing it? I don't think I had ever heard anything related to
that before, this was a first. Again, I heard faint sounds. They were moans
all right, deep-voiced ones, it was my dad I could hear. I was a bit
disturbed by what I was hearing, I wanted to let them know I could hear
them without being direct or anything, so I decided to simply get up and
get a glass of water, surely the noise would inform them I was awake.

When I got out of my room, I was surprised to see there was no one in the
guest room and that there was still light in the living room. When I passed
near it, I could see my mom absorbed in her book, reading, which had me
even more puzzled, did this mean my dad was pleasuring himself? They did
sound like moans.

"Oh, is that you Sacha? What time is it?" she asked.

"It's almost ten"

"Oh, no, I read too much. Well, good nite sweetie" she said as she put her
book down and turned off the lamp.

The place was suddenly shrouded in darkness, but not enough for me not to
see anything, the moonlight still providing some light. I took a glass full
of water and brought it to my room. I arrived just in time in the corridor
to see my mom close the door to the guest room behind her. That's strange,
I thought, why was she sleeping in the guest room? I mean, this wasn't a
first, it did happen a few times in the past, when my parents had a fight
or something, but there was no sign such a thing a had occurred today and
more importantly, where was Nico sleeping?

I closed my bedroom door and lay down on my bed, looking at the dark
ceiling. A minute or so later, I started hearing faint moans again, only
this time, they didn't sound as deep, more like... boyish. I found it
strangely erotic and started to jerk off in silence. I had to be really
slow otherwise my bed would creak so I gave myself a nice long wank while
listening to the moans. At one point I heard the voice go to high pitch and
after that, nothing. I came a few seconds after and managed to fall asleep
soon after.

I was the last one to wake up the following morning, as everyone was at the
table having breakfast when I entered the dining room. Mom served me a hot
cup of tea which I was a bit too quick to take a sip.

"Ow, hot!"

I said as I felt my lip hurt.

"Oh, are you okay sweetie?" my mom asked, looking worried.

"Yeah, I should have been more careful. I didn't get burned or anything,
thanks."

My dad wasn't even paying attention and kept his gaze focused on the
newspaper he was reading. Nico looked quite tired and his hair was really a
mess.

After breakfast, I took my bike and headed to the nearby village where my
friend Yuri lived. We hung out the whole evening until I left for lunch. My
mom was hard at work preparing it when I got inside. I could already tell
it was soup and freshly cooked bread. It seemed it wasn't quite ready as
she shooed me out of her kitchen.

"Get out here Sacha, find yourself useful. Go see if your father needs help
still"

I headed outside found myself outside the workshop. It was unusually quiet,
I suppose dad was not working on his sculpture today. I opened the door and
quickly closed it behind me. Despite being late autumn and quite cold
outside, it was really warm inside the workshop. The stove was full of wood
burning, radiating a lot of heat. Added to that, my father had installed an
old light projector to illuminate the scene we had set up yesterday with
warm light and give it a natural feel. When I got close to it, I could feel
the heat emanating from it as well. When I had a full view of it, I stopped
dead in my tracks. In front of me was Nico, completely naked, lying down on
his belly and holding his upper body up on a large cushion, his torso
slightly turned toward my father, who was painting the picture a few feet
away.

Nico looked at me and gave me a slight grin. Nudity was not something
common in our household. I don't even remember ever seeing my parents nude,
and they hadn't seen me since I was six, when they deemed I was old enough
to bathe on my own. Yet here was a boy completely nude in my dad's
workshop, posing. I got closer, increasingly curious about the whole
scene. Nico looked like a young roman youth, taken straight from
antiquity. On the canvas, my father's brush was bringing the scene to life,
again impressing me such a thing was possible. The painting was still in an
early stage, yet we could clearly see Nico's features and the scene around
him. My father had used his imagination to fill the scene with what I
assume was a typical Roman background.

"Beautiful," I said, the words escaping my lips.

My father looked at me, making me a bit scared, I knew he hated when I
disturbed him when he was creating.

"He is, isn't he?" he said, his eyes now looking at Nico.

He was bathed in light, making his lightly tanned skin glow, he was truly
beautiful.

"Yes, he is, father"

In a rare moment of sharing, he continued.

"This moment is to be cherished in a man's life. When he is a boy no more,
yet not a man. Our gender changes much more from child to man. If I had any
pictures of me as a child to show you, you would not recognize your father
in the picture. You would most likely see yourself, as we are very alike."

This came as news to me, I never thought I looked like my father, but there
he was, saying we were alike as kids.

"Both you, and Nico here, are at the very turning point of your
development."

"I see," I said, my eyes fixed on the naked boy.

He had such a perfect butt. Perky and firm, I understand how my father
could find it appealing, it was just so aesthetically beautiful. Nico also
had smooth, blemish-free skin, much like my own, one that all males seem to
loose as they age. He was also a fit boy, his young muscles showing more
definition than mine. He must've had a life of hard work compared to
me. His young muscles oozed masculinity, making me blush. So I guess this
is why he was here, my father had chosen him to be a model for him. He had
chosen well, he was no doubt the cutest boy I had ever seen. He was having
an effect on me, my dick was rock hard in my pants.

"Let's take a break for lunch" my father announced a few minutes later.

I hadn't realized I had stayed there for so long, mesmerized, taking in the
scene and watching my father painting it.

"Sacha, hand Nico his clothes," my father said.

"Yes sir."

I looked around and to my right, on a chair, where there were boy's clothes
I assumed were Nico's. I took the pile of clothes and shoes and walked over
to Nico who sat up. When he did, his penis came into view and I had the
second shock of the day. Between his legs lay no ordinary boy bits. I had
not seen that many dicks before, but I knew this was by far the biggest I
had ever seen. It was soft and long, moving lazily on his leg as he
stretched to find his underwear in the pile of clothes I had put down next
to him. When he stood up, I had a close-up view of his magnificent cock and
audibly gasped. I didn't even know they could be this size. It hung down at
about six inches, and looked so large! That's what struck me the most at
first, the girth! It looked so beefy, larger than the biggest sausage I've
ever seen. It probably gained this length just hanging from its own weight,
I thought to myself, finding myself funny.

"How old are you?" I asked, curious.

He had a patch of pubes at the base of his cock but less than me.

"Thirteen, you?" he asked, grinning.

"You're younger than me, I'm fourteen" I answered, still not moving,
devouring his hefty cock with my eyes.

He slowly put on his underwear, making me wonder if he was doing this on
purpose to give me a show or tease me. I was completely shaken by the
sight, my father had obviously chosen this boy based on his looks, did he
know he was so gifted as well? My dick was now so hard it was starting to
get painful. I turned around as Nico put his underwear on to see my father
also staring at the blond Adonis. I instinctively looked down and saw a
bulge in his pants, he had not left him indifferent, making me feel both
better and worse.

Lunch was just a blur, my mind was elsewhere. Between my mother's silent
smile, my father's lost gaze and this new hot boy, I had never felt so
disconnected. I had to change my mind, so after I was done, I took my bike
and left, without having a plan, facing the cold. It took me a while but I
got used to the brisk temperature and started feeling better as I pedaled
along. I followed a dirt path alongside a small river. I stopped at a spot
I remember stopping with friends last summer where we skinny dipped. This
wasn't uncommon among the village boys and had done so many times. I was
now reflecting on it differently, trying to remember the shape and sizes of
the boys present. My friend Yuri was packing pretty much the same as me,
except a bit fatter. Some younger boys had little cocklets except one who
had one almost my size, but still had no pubes. Even among the two older
boys, I can think of none who had nowhere near Nico's size.

All these thoughts made me horny and I now wanted to jerk off badly, but it
was too cold to do that comfortably right now. Going back home to do that
was out of the question, I would never find the solitude I needed, so I
simply straddled my bike and kept going, frustrated. I stopped at Yuri's
where we went fishing at the pond, managing to finally take my mind off the
events of the morning. I managed to catch two fish, big enough for four
fillets.

My mom was happy with my catch and promised to make a good breakfast with
them tomorrow. For now, I had to put them in the cold room downstairs. Once
I was done I washed my hands and sat down at the kitchen counter, watching
my mom cook. My mind was torn between going in the garage with the risk of
angering my father, and the burning desire to catch the boy naked
again. Teenage hormones decided for me as I saw myself leaving the house
and walking fast to the workshop.

I opened the door as silently as I could, thinking the least sound I would
make, the less I could potentially disturb my father. I tip-toed over to
the other end of the workshop, where I knew they would be. As they came
into view, I stopped in my tracks before they could see or hear me, I was
not expecting this. My father was lying down next to Nico and they were
both exchanging languorous kisses. My father was running his hand up and
down along the boy's back and perky bottom, caressing his asscheeks as he
went.

The scene was incredibly erotic, my fully dressed father, kissing and
caressing the completely nude young teen. The way they were kissing also
told me that Nico wasn't just my father's model, he was his lover! This was
a passionate kiss, their tongues were battling furiously. Nico then stood
up and held my father's head in his hands, guiding his head toward his
groin. I then saw my father's head slowly going back and forth between
Nico's legs, making him close his eyes and smile. Oh my god, I thought, he
was sucking his penis! I had heard about it from trash talk in school but
never saw it or had it done to me. There was no doubt, this was obviously
it!

"Humm," Nico moaned, his young voice sounding delighted.

I was mesmerized by the scene before me. I couldn't believe what was going
on, and I was so turned on, my head was spinning.

"Am I doing a good job?" I heard my father ask, his voice sounding very
different from its usual domineering tone. He sounded almost pleading,
weak.

"You're doing good, keep going," Nico said, pulling my dad's head back
between his legs.

My eyes stayed focused on the action, wishing I could see more but too
terrified to move. Then, when I looked at Nico's face, he was staring back
at me, snickering. How long had known I was here? Why didn't he say
anything? Yet, he kept holding my father's head in his hands and move his
hips back and forth to feed him his cock. He went on for a minute or so,
until he pushed my father's head back off his penis.

"I want to lie down" Nico said as he lay down on the white linen sheets.

My father moved and I finally saw Nico's hard cock as he held it upright
for my father to continue his work and my god was it impressive. It didn't
even look right at first, it just seemed so out of place, but the more I
looked at it, the less its size seemed off and the more I was finding it
beautiful, just like the rest of him. It had barely any curve to it, it
looked completely straight, it still had its skin at the tip, and the glans
was larger than the shaft. It was dark pink and glistening, still full of
spit. It soon disappeared from my view as my father took it back into his
mouth.

He had to open his mouth wide to accommodate the girth of the young
thirteen year old's huge pole. His fingers barely made it all the way
around, it looked almost as thick as my forearm! (I'm quite skinny, but
still!) As he started bobbing up and down on it, it was obvious he couldn't
take it all into his mouth, slightly more than half of it, it seemed. I
didn't know exactly how long the shaft must be, but if I had to take a
guess, I assume it had to be at least two inches longer than mine, which
would make it at least eight inches.

After a minute or two, Nico took my father's head in his hands again and
started to control him going up and down on his huge penis. My father was
simply letting the young blonde boy use him as he pleased, his head being
forced up and down on the long shaft, making him gag once in a while. I
could hear clearly the sound his throat was making every time it bottomed
out, making his eyes water. Nico was continuing unfazed, moaning and
humping to get more of his cock down his throat. At one point, Nico stopped
and held my father's head on the tip of his penis, leaving only his glans
inside his mouth.

"Humm, oh yeah, suckle it" Nico exclaimed, sounding horny.

My father kept the head of the boy's cock inside his mouth, trying to
please the kid. Then, as he tried to take more cock into his mouth, Nico
stopped him.

"Wait, no, I don't want to cum. I want to keep it for later tonight. I want
to shoot it up your butt and fill you up with my cum" he said as he sat up,
kissing my father on the lips.

"Yes... yes, as you wish," he said timidly.

I slowly tip-toed out of there before I got caught, my heart still racing.

My mom was feeding the chicken and saw me as I stepped outside, I assumed
my face was still red.

"You shouldn't disturb your father, you know that"

"Y... yes," I said, making my way inside quick.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower and let the water run until it was
warm. We had a primitive system, showers always had to be quick. I stepped
in the tub and wondered what Nico meant when he said he would shoot up my
father's butt. I knew he meant shoot cum, but up... his butt? That had me
confused. I then recalled a joke from a friend a while back when he talked
about another kid fucking in the butt. I had thought nothing of it then,
laughing it off as something completely silly, but was there any truth to
it? Is this something people did? As I soaped my body, I tentatively poked
my butt with soapy fingers and managed to slip one inside.

I thought it would be gross but found it weird, in a pleasant sort of
way. The inside of my butt was empty and I slipped my finger as deep as it
would go. I couldn't stay in the shower much longer otherwise I'd have to
rinse with cold water, so I reluctantly stopped my experimentation, removed
my finger from my butthole and finished washing myself. Could a dick fit in
there? I asked myself. My butt was clinging onto my small finger, it just
didn't seem feasible to stick something the size of Nico's big penis in a
butt.

During dinner, I had trouble keeping the images of my father sucking Nico's
huge boycock out of my mind. It made me feel guilty every time and felt
almost transparent, as if my parents knew what I was thinking. Nico seemed
to be warming up to us, he talked a bit more and I even saw him smile when
my mother asked him if he had liked what he ate.

Later that evening I was reading in the living room next to mom when I saw
my father come inside and pass us. I was surprised to hear the shower
start, as my father usually takes his showers in the morning. Maybe he had
sweat because of the heat in the workshop today, I thought. Then a minute
later, I saw Nico come inside.

"Good night," he said as he passed us, smiling.

I looked at the clock and decided it was late enough for me as well. I got
up and kissed my mom on her head wishing her good night. She was so
absorbed in her book, she barely registered what had occurred. I walked
toward my room and noticed light and noise coming from my parents room. On
the opposite side, the guest room was dark and no one was in it. I risked a
peek in the lit room, to see Nico jump naked in bed and pull the bed sheets
over him. There was no doubt about it now, he was sleeping with my
father. Mom had to have known, and yet she didn't seem worried about it in
the least.

I got in my room and closed the door behind me. I heard the water from the
shower stop as I sat down on my bed and removed my clothes to sleep. A
minute or so later, I heard the bathroom door open and my father walking
from it to his room, next to mine, no doubt getting in bed with his
thirteen year old lover. I lay on my back, in the darkness, acute to all
the sounds. At first it was just a whisper, then it started getting
louder. I knew these sounds, as I had heard them this very afternoon, these
moans came from Nico's voice, no doubt about it. His voice, despite being
slightly lower than mine, was much higher than my father's.

"Humm, yes" I heard Nico say. "Open wide and make it all wet."

It was then that I started hearing the bed squeaking and softly hitting the
wall connecting our room. I could hear "squeak squeak squeak" sounds along
soft "thuds" on the wall. Nico had to be taking control and shoving his big
cock in my father's mouth pretty energetically for the bed to move like
that. I was trying to picture the scene in my mind as it unfolded, my
father on his knees in front of Nico, standing on the bed, holding my
father's head in his hands, driving his long fat pole in and out of his
mouth. I could hear my father throaty complaints, as Nico's cock went about
caressing his tonsils.

 Then, after hearing those noises for a good minute, it suddenly stopped.

"I hope you made your ass ready for me in the shower," I heard Nico say,
not bothering to lower his voice.

"Yes, I did as you asked," my father whispered.

"Get on your hands and knees" Nico said on a commanding tone.

I heard the bed move and then silence.

"Get ready, you wanted to know how a big one like this would feel, you're
about to find out," I heard the young boy say.

After a long silence, I heard my dad yell:

"AAAHHH! FUUUCK!"

This time he hadn't managed to remain quiet.

"Yeah, good... you got it in, now relax cuz here's some more"

"OOOHHH! OOOMMFFF!" I heard him say, this time trying to be quiet.

I could picture it in my mind, my dad on all fours and Nico with his fat
eight inch cock half buried in his stretched asshole, pushing more and more
in.

"Oh yeah, your ass feels nice..." Nico said, again not bothering to lower
his voice. "Just a bit more... yes... and... there we go, all the way in!"

"HUUMPH! FUCK!" My father whispered.

"Okay, since you're asking so nicely, hehe" Nico, said, laughing on a quick
high-pitch, the way only boys can.

"Thump!." I heard as the bed collided with the wall, resonating in my room.

"OOH! Go slow, please Nico" I head my father say pleadingly. "You're so
big."

Another thump, more quiet this time. Then a few seconds later, another, and
then, another, now regularly, at 3-4 seconds intervals. Thump, thump,
thump. Then as the sounds slowly intensified, they were now accompanied by
deep moans.

Thump.

"Humm"

Thump.

"Humm"

My father was now enjoying this it seemed.

The thumping sound coming from the bed hitting the wall was getting
increasingly louder. I was imagining Nico's strong teen muscles drive his
body forward harder and harder while pulling my father's hips back.

The thumping sounds were now making my room resonate with every bang. My
father's pleasure sounds had also evolved from the simple moan to now
letting out little "ah!" sounds after every time Nico shoved his cock up
his butt.

"Now you look like you're ready, you're about to be fucked properly" Nico
said a few moments later.

BAM! I heard the clash of the bed hitting the wall, resonating.

"AH!!!" My father immediately yelled.

BAM!

"AHH!"

BAM!

"AHH! FUCK!"

BAM!

"AAAHH!" He yelled, this time on a higher pitch.

BAM!

"AAHH!!"

Then it kept going faster and faster, making my wall shake every time.

BAM!!

"AAHH!"

The sound of the bed banging on the wall and my father's yells were echoing
in my room, resonating with force.

BAM!!

"AAHH!"

BAM!!

"AAHH!"

Always faster and faster. My father's yells were now beyond any restraint.

"So, how are you liking getting fucked with a real dick?"

BAM!

"AH!"

BAM

"SO!"

BAM

"GOOD!"

BAM!!

"AHH!!"

BAM!!

"AAHH!"

BAM!!!

"AAAHH!"

BAM!!!

"AAAHH! GOD!"

BAM!!!

"OAAHH!"

And on an on it went. The house filled with the sounds of rough sex. I
couldn't hold it any longer, I grabbed my hard dick and started stroking it
in sync with the sounds I was hearing. The thumps had now increased in
speed, giving me the perfect cadence to follow. I had never been so turned
on in my life. My dick was leaking pre-cum generously, making it slick and
producing a "squish squish" noise every time I went up and down on it. But
I was not concerned I would be heard, the bed squeaking and banging on the
wall and my father's yelps were more than enough to cover anything I was
doing. I was so into it that my bed was squeaking too but at this point, I
didn't care.

"Get ready, here it comes," Nico said, panting.

The sounds became erratically fast suddenly.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAAAMMM!

"AH! AAAH!" I heard my father scream.

"Huuummm!" Nico exclaimed.

"Aahhh!... Ahhhh!..." My father let out, sounding relieved.

I shot my load not two seconds after, covering my chest with cum. I was
surprised at how much jizz I had produced. I guess holding off for a whole
day being horny will do that. I used an old shirt to clean myself up and
drifted off to sleep soon after.

I woke up early the following day, the sun peeking between my blinds and
illuminating my face. I got up groggily and got dressed. I went to the
kitchen and saw my mom coming inside, back from feeding the chickens.

"Good morning sweetie, let me make you a hot cup of tea" she said, with a
smile.

I was thrown off by her smile, I know she always smiles but still, she had
heard what had occurred yesterday night and yet, she acted like nothing had
happened, it almost made me mad.

"Mother, are you... okay?"

She looked at me with her usual smile as she put the kettle on the stove.

"Of course sweetie, I'm doing good this morning."

"No I mean... you know... with father sleeping in another room,
with... this boy"

She sat at the table and took my hand in hers.

"Sacha, your father is an artist, we cannot understand how he thinks, but
we can love and support him. He has been good to this family," she said,
her eyes full of empathy.

"But he..."

"Your father is a good man Sacha," she smiled again, kissing my hand.

"Yes mother."

He is also being fucked in the ass by a boy hunk with a monster cock, I
thought to myself.


to be continued...


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