The following is a work of erotic fiction which contains graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
He could hardly concentrate on his job in the warehouse at the manufacturing plant. Almost drove a forklift off the loading dock. The foreman, Randy Blakeslee, near had a shit fit. Randy was a mean sonofabitch who’d had it in for him ever since he took over the warehouse earlier in the year, although Joe Bob couldn’t figure why. Guessed he just didn’t like his looks. Thanks alright; JB didn’t much care for his, neither.
After the next incident, making it two in one day, Blakeslee was really sizzling. His face was damn near beet red as he was shouting in JB’s face, asking him if his brains were up his ass. Would do no good trying to explain how his ex had dumped his two young sons off at the trailer yesterday afternoon and burned rubber out of the park, leaving him to care for the young’uns. And he sure to shit wasn’t about to reveal the shocking introduction to the boys he had received in the matter of a few hours.
Oh, he had tried to blame it all on the beers he’d consumed and the weed he’d smoked. But there wasn’t enough brew or marijuana to excuse what went on in that damned trailer. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the job, he kept seeing it all playing in a recurring loop in his mind.
Coming back from a jaunt to the supermarket to pick up supplies, Billy, at sixteen the youngest of the two brothers, told in explicit detail what had happened to make their mother gather them up and dump them with their father. JD found it a little hard to believe that seventeen-year-old Jason had seduced their mother’s latest no-account boyfriend, Heck, into having sex with him. But the detailed descriptions Billy gave were nothing an innocent sixteen-year-old could just make up. The more he heard, the more he believed. His eldest was a little cocksucker.
Having left Jason with his buddy and co-worker Bubba, who already had a load-on from their afternoon of drinking and toking, JB suddenly had a sick feeling. He high tailed it back to the park, dashed into the trailer, and beheld the shocking sight of Jase posting his small ass on fat Bubba’s dick. Jase didn’t seem at all fazed by the interruption, not even pausing as he told JB how much he liked his friend, Bubba. JB was frozen to the spot, unable to speak, unable to move. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that a fat adult dick could even fit up in a thin young’uns asshole.
“JB, is that you?” Bubba angled his head to look around the bouncing boy. “I done told this here young’un that he ought not be doing these things. But I couldn’t keep him off me. He was all up in my lap, a-kissin’ me all over the face and tryin’ to stick his tongue in my mouth. And afore I know it, he’s got my shirt up and he’s a-suckin’ my titties whilst he’s diggin’ in my pants. I couldn’t help myself, JB, I really couldn’t. I had me a hard on. Once he knew that he had it out and he was a-lickin’ and a-suckin’ on it and damn near had it all the way down his throat. I told him no, kid, you shouldn’t. But I hafta admit it felt real good. So’s I let him have his way. Next thing I know he’s sittin’ down on my dick. Couldn’t believe he took the whole damn thing in one shot. What in hell kinda weed did you give me to smoke?”
“Your friend talks too much,” Jase remarked from over his shoulder before turning back to Bubba and dropped his face down. From his vantage point JB couldn’t see but, from the wet sucking sounds he knew Jase was kissing big fat Bubba while he posted on his cock. And from the chubby hand holding him close by the back of the head, JB surmised Bubba was smooching him back. Some fuckin’ buddy Bubba turned out to be!
Just then he felt a hand on his crotch and looked down to see young, blond-banged Billy rubbing the flat of his hand against the form of his hard adult cock. Peering at his father through wide seemingly innocent blue eyes Billy worked the clasp and zipper of JB’s jeans, reached into the front of his boxers and pulled out his daddy dick. JB thought to protest but his mouth was so dry he thought he might spit sand if he tried. Boy, did he ever need another beer!
Billy was all interested in his daddy’s prick. He claimed never to have held one other than his own before. And that his father’s sure was different. It was no less than eight big ones and so fat that he couldn’t even get his hand around it. And those hairy balls just below it were sure big and bloated. Daddy had lots of crotch hair, too. All dark, dense and crinkly. Billy didn’t have all that much.
The muscular teen used both hands to diligently stroke the full length of the big, throbbing piece. He was so intent on his workmanship that his tongue was stuck out at the corner of his pink mouth. JB’s legs were quivering, and he found himself rooted to the spot. His kid was jerking him off! His other kid was literally throwing himself up and down on Bubba’s cock!! It was all like some sort of bizarre dream. But this was no perverted fantasy. This was all happening in real time. It was no wonder Trudy pawned the two off on him. They were both promiscuous sex maniacs.
Bubba now had his chunky paws on Jase’s slim flanks as the kid rode him like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Bubba, too stoned to move, slouched down on the sofa and let the teen pleasure his cock. Jase went all the way up, nearly letting the cockhead escape, and then crashed back down. He ground his little ass around on the fat man’s pelvis a bit before repeating the action. JB’s gaze was focused on the point of contact, amazed at how the kid’s ass spread wide enough to swallow Bubba’s man-sized beef. It didn’t seem possible. He instantly recalled the younger one’s tale of peeping on Jase with their mama’s boyfriend. From the look of things, JB correctly surmised that it hadn’t been the first time. For him to be so experienced Jase must have been doing Heck for quite a while. Come to think of it, maybe he’d been taking dick from all Trudy’s scumbag pick-ups. Maybe they are the ones who taught him!
Billy diligently stroked JB, enjoying playing with his adult cock. The big beef was so stiff, its network of veins pulsing in his strong fists. To him it was a marvel. Envious of his older brother, he desired all the things that Jase enjoyed. His not-so-innocent eyes widened, and his jaw dropped when he observed daddy’s piss hole gape and a pearl of clear liquid bubble to the surface. Curious, he dropped down, tapped his tongue to it and sampled the goo
There was a look of sheer horror on JB’s face when he first felt his youngest son’s tongue on his cockhead. He thought to scold him, thought to move away. But for some inexplicable reason he couldn’t. The nut sap was running heavily now and Billy was lapping every bit of it up. His soft hands were beating the meat certain---and rightly so---his action was making the juice surface. He worked diligently as if challenged not to miss a drop. And it kept coming! Finally he formed his mouth around the cockhead, lips tucked under the pronounced ridge of the glans, and sucked. JB’s legs grew weak and he stumbled, but Billy kept a lip lock on his dick.
He could hardly believe what was happening. His subconscious mind knew it was wrong in a number of ways but he found himself powerless to call a halt to it. His dick had won out over reason and was beginning to move in and out of Billy’s cute mug. At first it was merely a couple of inches but soon he was shoving it to the back of the kid’s throat. Little tears popped from the corners of Billy’s eyes, inexperienced cocksucker that he claimed to be, but he failed to stop sucking on his daddy’s meat. All inhibitions gone, JB took the blond boy by the back of the head and began aggressively fucking his mouth.
Bubba’s head was rolling about on the back of the old, worn sofa, his fat tongue was lolling out of his whisker framed mouth and his eyes were turned upward in their sockets as Jase bounced on his pecker. He wasn’t sure if it was the booze, the weed or just this boy’s tight, juicy pussy that was making him feel so darned good. He was sweating profusely, though he hardly noticed it, and his breathing was ragged. He felt it coming, his orgasm, and braced himself for the explosion. With an almost girlish squeal he finally came, shooting bullets of babies into the boy-twat. Jase didn’t relent. In fact, he was ramming down on that spurting cock more aggressively than before. Bubba could barely catch his breath and feared the young’un had fucked him to a damned heart attack!
Knowing his buddy had unloaded in his eldest son caused JB’s cum to boil in his swollen nutsac. Grabbing Billy by the ears he began thrusting mightily into his sucking mouth. Billy was choking and gagging but JB paid no heed. He just keep ramming his cock into the boy’s mouth as if he was nothing more than a sex toy. The large head breached the teen’s esophagus and went down into his throat. Billy was wide eyed, tearing and choking. Still JB didn’t let up. His boy was beating on the fronts of his thighs with his fists but JB paid him no mind. He was fucking down to his man bush now, the entirety of his big daddy dick burying itself in the kid’s gullet again and again. His teeth were clenched, his face a look of mad determination. Baby butch Billy was really sniveling now, his hands frantically clawing at JB. But JB was like a man possessed and couldn’t stop himself. He slammed the kid’s face, hoisting his cock through his ravaged throat. It was so tight, so warm, so wet. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there were those who would consider what he was doing wrong. He was raping the mouth of his sixteen-year-old son, for crissake! He had never done anything like this before. Never even considered it. Yet here he was battering fuck out of the kid’s tonsils.
He lost track of how long he’d been at it, but all at once he felt that he was soon to lose his nut. Yanking his dick clear out of the kid’s mouth he bellowed loudly and started shooting. The first blast splattered against Billy’s blond bangs and forehead. He jacked himself with two hands, directing his load all over the boy’s face. His body contorted over and over, shooting more hot cum than he’d ever unloaded before. When he was done the wide-eyed boy was literally bathed in steamy jism. It dripped from the ends of his bangs, his eye lashes, the tip of his cute nose and his chin. As JB weakly stood there, his body trembling from the force of his ejaculations, Billy took hold of the wicked cock in both hands and squeezed it from base to head. To his surprise---and delight---more cum bubbled out of the gaping piss hole. Billy quickly took the head back into his mouth and ate the final offering.
Horrified now at what he had done JB asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I, boy?”
“Only hurt a little,” the seemingly innocent youth responded, still playing with his daddy’s hard dick. “But I liked it. Next time you can put it in my muscle butt, okay Pops?”
What had gone on in that trailer yesterday was inexcusable. Him and Bubba could go to jail for what they had done, regardless of whether the two rascals wanted it or not. Bubba later tried to excuse his actions by claiming that Jase took advantage of him while he was stoned. As if the fat fuck had been overpowered by a seventeen-year-old!
But these two were incorrigible. After Bubba had staggered out of the place and slowly made his way to his own trailer---and the boys had washed up---they had the mac and cheese dinner he prepared for them. JB was no chef; boxed and frozen was the most he could handle. They didn’t speak of what had earlier transpired. JB thought he should give them a lecture but, after what he had allowed Billy to do, he couldn’t come up with the words. After dinner the boys settled down in front of the tv while JB went outside to the shed to work off his guilt on the heavy bag he had hanging there. He beat fuck out of that bag until his arms and chest ached and he was slick with sweat. When he went in to grab a shower the boys were still engrossed in some show. It was almost hard to believe that anything unseemly had happened earlier.
With the spare room packed with junk JB faced the problem of where the boys would sleep. Tomorrow, after work, he would clear it out. Somewhere under all that clutter, was a mattress. For the meantime Jase would camp out on the sofa while Billy took the recliner. Took JB awhile to fall to sleep with all the thoughts running through his head, but eventually he fell off. Sometime during the night he was awakened by Billy, who found the lumpy recliner uncomfortable and wanted to sleep in the bed. JB reluctantly allowed it, uncomfortably conscious of the fact that, as always, he was sleeping in only his boxer briefs. A short while later he had another visitor. Jase was having the same difficulty with the couch. Not wanting to argue at this hour he let Jase take a place at the other side. Sandwiched between the two bad boys, he soon was back to sleep.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning he abruptly awoke startled to find he was having a wet dream. Hadn’t had one of those since he was a horndog teen. But it wasn’t a wet dream at all. Both boys’ hands were on his cock and nuts, their mouths lapping up all the cum they’d coaxed from him. JB was appalled. Yet it felt so fucking good that he let them have their way. What was the point in stopping them now?
He’d have a serious father/son conversation tomorrow.
When the alarm rang at seven JB moved quickly to shut it off before it awoke the two boys. They were sleeping like the dead with their naked limbs all entwined with his. JB managed to break free without rousing them. He made it to the shower, washed himself clean and padded on bare feet to the open kitchen in the front of the trailer to get himself some strong coffee. In the light of a new day what happened just a few hours ago hardly seemed possible. He smelled the coffee brewing before he saw Jase sitting there on a stool in front of the counter with a blanket wrapped about his presumably nude body.
“Didn’t mean to wake you, boy,” he managed sheepishly.
“S’okay, daddy,” the teen said, wiping sleep from his eyes. “I wanted to talk to you before Billy gets up.”
“He still asleep?” JB asked, pouring himself a cup of java and trying to get the image of Bubba’s hog up this kid’s ass out of his mind.
“Shoot, you’re gonna have to roll the mattress to get him out of it,” Jase snorted. “Sleeps like a bear cub in winter. Mama had a hell of a time trying to get him up for school. He cussed her out something fierce.”
Was hard for JB to believe that of the naive, wide-eyed blond boy. “Well, y’all are gonna have to be ready to out of here in an hour or so cuz I gotta get to work. Hafta take you over to old man Kennerly’s. He’s gonna watch you while I’m gone.”
“Seriously, Dad, we don’t need no baby sitter,” Jason protested. “Mama left us alone an awful lot. She was always going out. Most time bringing home guys.”
“So your brother said,” JB reflected, taking a sip of the exceptionally good coffee his son had brewed.
Jase rolled his eyes, twins of JB’s own, “Yeah, well, I dunno what exactly Billy told you. But I’ll bet a lot of it was bull. Bet he made me look like the bad guy and him the innocent. Well, I’m tellin’ you right now that ain’t necessarily so.”
“No?” JB questioned; his brow furrowed quizzically.
“No. And him acting like yesterday was his first time is a bunch of bull, too. He always plays that game with Mama’s boyfriends” Jase said flatly. “Not sayin’ I didn’t do the stuff he prob’ly told you I did, but there’s a lot more to my little brother than you know. And what I’m about to tell you is the gospel truth…..”
Billy didn’t get out of bed night before last just to get himself a glass of milk. In fact, he hadn’t been laying there in the room he and Jase shared even trying to nod off. He had been crouched down in the doorway listening and playing with his hardening cock. He wasn’t at all the shocked newbie he pretended to be. Truth is, he was the one who introduced Jase to the fun of guy-on-guy sex. Two teenage boys with raging hormones laying side by side in a queen-size bed whacking off while Mama fucked whatever trash she brought home were bound to reach out to each other at some point. Billy was the initiator, grabbing Jase’s hand one night and putting it around his big teen dick. To keep things even he did the same, grabbing his brother’s dick and stroking him off. Their play became more adventurous as time passed. Billy was glad whenever Mama went out so that he could freely engage in immoral conduct with Jase. Jase was no wimpy push-over, but muscular wrestler Billy easily overpowered him, forcing him to suck dick. To be truthful, Jase admitted, it really wasn’t coercion. He’d been interested in dick for long back as he could remember. Checking out other teen junk in the gym locker room and sneaking peeks at grown male meat in public johns. Billy was just giving him a taste of what he’d always wanted. Once Billy had broken his cherry Jase was on his way, sucking and fucking anything he could get his lips, oral and anal, around.
The night Mama caught them wasn’t the first Jase had done the nasty with Heck. Jase had given his hungry teen ass up to a few of Mama’s strays. Although unknown to Trudy, word around the corner bar was that the worn-out whore had a son with a hot, tight pussy. It got to be that a good deal of those blue-collar guys Trudy got back to her place weren’t really there for her. Once she had fallen off to sleep---or most times passed out---they were in the boys’ room, tapping Jase on the shoulder and luring him out to the living room where they had their way with him. Sometimes Billy came out to sit in a chair with one leg thrown over the arm rest and jerking off to the action. Other times he joined in.
Which is exactly what happened the other night. Billy didn’t creep out to the living room and hide behind a chair voyeuring. He waited in his room until he heard the groaning from the other two, stripped off his briefs, and headed out to the action. Billy threw his husky body down on the couch right next to Heck, stroked his big teen dick and started mugging it up with Heck. Billy must have been giving good tongue because hairy Heck was really moaning now. Billy got his stubby fingers on one of Heck’s teats and was twisting, turning and pulling on it, making Heck whimper. Jase took to riding Heck’s hog even faster.
Billy slipped down to the floor, muscled his way between Heck’s outstretched legs and started chewing on his low-hanging ball bag while Jase bounced on his cock. With Heck slung down so low on the sofa with his ass hanging over the edge Billy was able to slip his tongue through the man’s hairy, funky trench and lick his sweaty hole. This made Heck get even crazier. His dirty, calloused hands were all over Jase’s torso, feeling up his teen tits and shoving them into Jase’s panting mouth. Soon Jase felt Billy’s darting tongue around his ass lips, lapping at the target where it slid up and down Heck’s cock. His younger brother was a real sex pig.
Then Billy was up, shoving Jase forward so he was hovering over Heck’s writhing body. Jase gasped when he felt Billy’s ten-inch teen dick ride Heck’s up into his pussy. Billy giggled maniacally, hard-slapped Jase’s buttocks and started raw fucking him. His cock slammed all the way up into Jase again and again, fucking Heck’s cock just as much as Jase’s massively stretched hole. Jase was gritting his teeth, sometimes crying out, but secretly loving getting his hole wrecked.
That’s the true scene Mama walked in on. Not just one of her boys making it with Heck, but both. Contrary to his version of the story Billy wasn’t an innocent observer. He was in on it! When Mama shrieked Billy looked over his shoulder at her and, without losing a stroke, smiled and said, “Hey, Mama. Me and Heck are just fucking Jase.” And Billy kept fucking. Poor Heck was stuck there defenseless under both boys. It must have been the act of discovery that had his cock twitching and shooting out its babies. Billy’s muscles shot out in glorious relief and, with a deep growl, joined him in soaking down Jase’s pussy.
The rest went pretty much as Billy had originally told. Now JB had a clearer picture of the cock hounds both his boys were. If there was blame to be placed, in his eyes it was all on Trudy. She was responsible for introducing the both of them to what sounded like an assembly line of bar pick-ups. They were like magnets for these two amoral teens. And now they were his problem.
But now was not the time to ponder the situation. He had to get to work but first drop the two of them at old man Kennerly’s trailer for the day. Tonight he’d have to come up with a more permanent arrangement. JB still wasn’t sure which version of the story was accurate; probably there was a bit of truth in each. It was apparent neither of his sons was an innocent. Whereas he had dogged after pussy soon as he found out what his dick was for, these two were the same with cock. He sure didn’t need to let them loose around the trailer park, where there was a lot of it handy. For as long as they remained there, he’d have to keep a close eye on those two.
Kennerly was old as dirt, probably in his sixties with half his teeth missing and used a walker to get around. For the next eight to ten hours JB could rest reasonably easy. How much trouble could the randy boys possibly get into at the old man’s?
