“Alright boy, this is still gonna hurt like fuck, since it’s your first and all,” Bruce said, and circled around Nick to his face, “I am your first, right? If this ain’t the first cock that’s been in that sweet hole, you’re still fuckin’ tight. I wouldn’t be angry boy, just surprised.”
“Of course it’s my first time!” Nick said, “Please, Dad–you have to snap out of it. I don’t know what happened, but you have to stop this, you–”
Bruce leaned down, locked lips with his son, and exhaled another full lung of smoke into him, which they shared for close to a minute, when he finally pulled away, a wisp of smoke connecting their lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Nick said, “No…daddy, I’m sorry, please…please don’t stop, I’m sorry.”
“That’s better. Now get this cock of mine lubed up, boy,” he said, and dropped his jeans. It was the first time he’d seen his father naked in years, and nothing looked right, especially not his cock and balls. His dick was huge, for one thing– much larger than Nick could recall, and his father’s sack–he’d never imagined someone’s balls could get that large. Each of them looked to be the size of a grapefruit, the sack dragging heavy to the middle of his father’s thighs. Nick just gaped, making it easy for his father to slide his cock into Nick’s mouth, his balls swinging heavy below Nick’s chin. “Yeah, fuck–been savin’ so much cum up lately, just haven’t seen much of anythin’ to spend it on, but the two of you, I just couldn’t fuckin’ resist. Besides, I haven’t had a family in a while, and I’m tired of travelling. But the two of you, I could see myself settling down for a bit, with two handsome boys like you keeping me company. Well, you’ll be handsome soon enough. Your brother’s doin’ good over there–” he paused, looking over his shoulder at Sean, his gut bulging out into a proper apron, “Didn’t think he’d really drink it all, but he’s a fuckin’ natural.”
He pulled his cock free. “I don’t…what did you do to him?”
“He drank all your uncle’s cum! That’s where he kept all his fuckin’ juju ‘n shit. That’s where we all keep it. Your uncle’s a fat, greedy fuck, ‘n your brother there’s gonna be just like him when he’s all done. You though–fuck, I got so many good men in this here sack that I been savin’ for someone just like you, you’re gonna be one hell of a fuckin’ man, son, you’re gonna be a fuckin’ hot piece of boymeat!”
Bruce climbed onto the bed behind him, lined up his spit-lubed cock with his son’s loose hole, and slid the head in, “Fuckin’ hot piece of meat, fuck. Yeah, who to fuckin’ start with…Fuck. Of course,” he slipped the cock in deeper–even though his hole put up no resistance, it still hurt, and Nick gripped the bedspread. “I saw this guy–a biker. Fucking massive, six and a half feet, wide shoulders, fuckin’ built. Huge cock too, man, what a fuckin’ looker, like a fuckin’ wall of meat, gotta give that to you, yeah…”
Nick had no real understanding of what his dad was talking about–where in the hell would his dad have ever even met a biker like that? He’d always been a bit of a homebody–the only friends he had were those he met from work, or while golfing. However, he was becoming increasingly certain that this creepy fucker wasn’t his dad–or wasn’t the dad he’d had earlier that day. This just made no sense…and yet here he was, getting fucked by his father, his younger brother growing fatter off their uncle’s sperm…fuck…Sean was looking…kind of hot, now that he looked at him more.
“…Yeah, he wasn’t happy about having his balls drained, but fuck him, right? Gonna look so much better on you. I know who fuckin’ else too, this nasty fuck, met him in a bar one night–drank like he needed beer to live, chewed tobacco, always had black spit runnin’ into his beard. Pits reeked, the nastiest fuckin’ farts, this big, heavy gut. Cum was fuckin’ rank, but I had to take it, I fuckin’ had to have it, you know? You fuckin’ know how it is…”
Now that Nick had managed to relax somewhat, meeting his father’s thrusts with his own backwards motion, he could feel something, his father’s cock pumping cum into his hole, his lower belly beginning to bloat a bit uncomfortably. He reached down underneath himself, feeling the taut skin there–was his dad cumming in him already? How much fucking cum did he have in him? He looked under himself, and could see his father’s heavy balls swinging to and fro, smacking into his taint with each thrust. They were actively pumping–he could see it, and they were growing smaller–not significantly, but they were.
“…Gettin’ close, gotta have a big finale for a boy like you, yeah…fuck, I know just fuckin’ what too, yeah, you’re gonna fuckin’–fuck! Here it comes boy, here it fuckin’ comes!”
The pulsating sensation grew stronger, his father slamming in deep and holding his cock there, and the swelling grew even more substantial, giving him an odd bulging gut as the cum filled up his colon. When his father’s cock stopped pounding, he tried to remove himself, but Bruce grabbed his hips, and pulled him back, all the way down to the hilt.
“Sorry son, but I ain’t got a plug for ya, ‘n we gotta make sure you absorb all of that good, don’t we? Besides, don’t you like the feeling of your dad’s big cock deep in that ass of yours?
Nick didn’t answer–he just felt…strange. His skin was hot…and kind of itchy, but he did like the feeling of his dad’s cock in his ass, now that he was more used to it. His father held him tight, and kept talking, but Nick wasn’t really listening–well, a part of him was, but he was exhausted. He was asleep on the bed, snoring loudly, when Bruce finally pulled his cock free of his boy’s ass–and only a few dribbles of cum spilled out after him. He looked over and saw that Sean too, had fallen asleep, and Bruce smiled around his pipe. “Gonna be such good boys,” he said to himself, and then slipped from the motel room into the early morning, and headed for the diner to talk to his brother for a bit.
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