DISCLAIMER (which no one reads, but…): JOE BOB’S is a fictitious tale featuring graphic sexual situations (as if you had any doubt). You must be of legal age in your country, state, province, town, borough, hamlet or planet to read on (if I missed anywhere, please insert.)
Joe Bob Hoover was clueless about anything pertaining to his boys when his ex, Trudy, dumped them off at his trailer wailing that she was through with them, and it was his turn to parent. She offered no further explanation, didn’t even bother to give her kids a kiss “good-bye,” just got in her car and burned rubber out of the trailer park. Joe Bob had been drinking beers with his buddy Bubba, smoking a little weed and watching the game. It was a Sunday, so’s they weren’t working down at the manufacturing plant that served as their bread and butter. As usual, Trudy had ruined the day.
Well over seventeen years ago he’d met her at a local cook-out. He was a little drunk. So was she. He thought she was hot enough to fuck and a short time later they found themselves pregnant. Trudy, the scheming bitch, wanted away from her folks, so she refused an abortion. She was underage at the time; Joe Bob was four years older. Her parents raised a ton of hell, insisting that he marry the tart until finally JB relented.
They had a volatile marriage. Their loud arguments, accented by breaking dishes and smashing furniture, were prime entertainment at the trailer park. The only time they were good was when they fucked. Joe Bob was a real stallion, with a cock to match. Hot, torrid sex was the way they settled their disagreements. It also was what produced a second boy.
Trudy wasn’t cut out for motherhood any more than JB as father. Many was the time JB came home from work to find some park trash zipping up as he left the Hoover trailer. JB wasn’t one to talk; he’d been fucking around on Trudy since shortly after they said their vows. While he’d raised a hand to her, he’d never hit the bitch. It eventually dawned on him that she was worthless. The trailer was a mess. There were piles of unwashed clothes in the laundry room, dirty dishes stacked on the counter, overflowing the sink and the fridge was almost bare. Trudy either didn’t know how to cook or just couldn’t be bothered. His life would be a whole lot better without her.
Finding Trudy with that no-account ex-con from a few trailers over was the final straw. It wasn’t much that he cared who she fucked, but the boys were playing in the next room while those two were moaning and groaning. JB flew into a rage, tossed the guy out on his ass. Trudy followed, headfirst, followed by arm loads of her slutty clothes. It was quite the scene for the park, with her in the nude screaming obscenities at him and the ex-con cowering away trying to cover his genitals.
Somehow, she got herself a lawyer. They demanded custody of the boys; JB was willing to comply. He never wanted to be a daddy anyway. Divorce was uncontested and he was required to pay child support. Trudy’s well-known infidelity saved him from alimony. Things were nice and peaceful for a while. Until now.
A little high, he looked at the two innocent faces of his sixteen and seventeen-year-olds. He’d been out of their lives for so long that he didn’t know thing one about them, nor did they about him. He’d been a pretty lousy father. Lousy husband, too, according to Trudy. What in hell was he supposed to do with them? He worked Monday through Friday, eight to ten hours a day. It was summer, so’s they’d be off from school. He couldn’t take time off to watch them. It was an impossible situation.
“So what’d y’all do to piss off your mama?” he asked, not knowing what else to say to them.
“It’s all Jase’s fault,” the sixteen-year-old, Billy, piped in. Jason immediately gave his younger brother an angry shove. They proceeded to scuffle.
Joe Bob grabbed them both by the scruff of their necks and hauled them into the trailer. Bubba, stoned out of his mind, barely moved when the battling boys were tossed to the floor in front of his steel-toed work-booted feet. The fight seemed to go out of young Billy when he looked up at the overweight man with scruffy red beard and mustache.
“Hey, mister,” he said. “My name’s Billy. Who are you?”
The teenager’s words echoed in Bubba’s buzzed brain before he finally managed, “I’m Bubba.” To Joe Bob, “Who’s young’uns are these?”
“They’re mine,” Joe Bob admitted. “Their mama just dumped ‘em off here cuz they done something to rile her up!!! And I want to know what they done.”
The boys looked toward each other, then at Joe Bob with all innocence. They were cute boys, a true mix of mother and father. Billy had blond hair like his mother, his something of a bowl cut with long bangs. He had big expressive blue eyes and full shockingly pink lips. Even in the loose-fitting clothes he wore JB could tell his youngest son was muscled up, a junior wrestler. Jason more closely resembled Joe Bob, darker haired with angular features and a trim body.
“What grade you all in at school?” Bubba inquired good-naturedly with a stupid, stoned smile on his pudgy mug.
Billy seemed to be the one doing all the talking while Jason stood there scowling. “I’m a Junior and the douchebag over there is a Senior.” Jason moved to go for his brother again, but Joe Bob held him back.
“That’s enough out of the two of you!” he barked. To Bubba, “What in hell am I going to do with the both of them? I got two bedrooms here, is all, and the second is full of storage. Who’s gonna watch them while I’m at work?”
“I don’t need no damned babysitter! I’m seventeen!” Jase crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.
“Mama left us alone a ton of times when she went over to Slick’s,” Billy added.
“Who’s Slick?” Joe Bob inquired.
“It’s the bar on the corner,” Billy volunteered. “Mama went there usually every Friday and Saturday night. That’s where she met Heck.”
“Now who in hell is Heck?” At least he was finally getting something out of them.
“Mama’s boyfriend,” Billy revealed, obviously enjoying doing the telling. “Least wise, he was. I dunno, now that Jase---”
“I told you to shut your mouth!” Jason roared and went for the younger boy again, but Joe Bob had a hold on him, although from the look of Billy’s strong arm muscles he had nothing to fear from his older brother.
“You two quit it!” he shouted angrily. “How in hell could I leave you two alone when you’re at each other like this? You need someone to keep an eye on you. Tomorrow. How am I gonna find somebody that fast? And where am I gonna come up with the cash to pay?”
“How’s about old man Kennerly?” Bubba suggested, taking a swig of his beer. “He likes kids, always giving them candy and stuff. He don’t work no more so’s he’s in his mobile all day long. I’ll bet ya the old guy would be glad to take care of these young’uns for ya.”
While they certainly weren’t little kiddies to be pacified with sweets, it wasn’t a bad idea. At least until he had time for a more permanent solution. The best-case scenario would be for Trudy to get over her snit, come back and gather the boys up. Joe Bob was way past the time for parenting.
A quick walk over to Kennerly’s shabby mobile home proved successful. The old coot seemed thrilled to take charge of them while JB was at work. Returning to his trailer he found Jason engrossed in a game on his phone and Billy on the sofa shoulder to shoulder with Bubba telling him some story. His butch sixteen-year-old certainly seemed the talkative type.
Realizing he needed to stock up on food for these boys he took a trip to the market, leaving Jason with Bubba. He had an ulterior motive; he wanted Billy alone to get to the bottom of whatever happened to spark this visit.
Billy was a bubbly teen, entertaining him with tales of his many exploits on the ride to the market. Turns out he indeed was on his school’s wrestling team. With Billy’s help he was able to select items that both boys liked. On the way home he finally broached the subject.
“So, Billy,” he began, “what exactly did Jase do that made your mama so angry?”
“Ohhhhh, I don’t think I should tell,” the boy replied conspiratorially. He had a very husky voice for a sixteen-year-old.
“But I’m your Papa,” JB pressed. “You can tell me anything.”
“Jase would be really mad at me for telling,” Billy said, shaking his head.
“Not if he didn’t know that you told me. It would be between the two of us. Son to father. Who can you trust if not your father?”
Billy thought a while before saying, “Oh, okay, long as you don’t let on to Jase that I ratted him out.”
“Swear I won’t,” JB assured him.
“Well, okay. So, it went something like this…..”
Trudy had to work a double at the laundromat, leaving her burdens with her latest man friend Heck. Their relationship had gone on for over a month, something of a record for Trudy. She’d picked the sanitation worker up at her weekend haunt, Slicks. He had seemed an amiable enough sort, even if he’d consumed one too many, and wasn’t too hard on the eyes. Trudy needed a man to help her out financially. The only job she’d been able to find didn’t pay all that much. Kids were expensive, her ex was always late with child support, and she was foundering. Heck was single and made a decent living, unlike some of the other losers she had bedded. He was the solution to her troubles.
Heck didn’t mind Trudy’s kids. The young one was a cute bugger, always wanting to arm wrestle him---and winning. And the older one seemed to take to him, asking him question about his work, where he grew up, what he did for fun…that kind of stuff. Didn’t take much effort to watch them. Heck just set himself up in front of the television with a six pack by his side while Billy played around on his I-phone, and Jason did his homework. Sometimes Jase would ask him questions about something he didn’t understand in his studies, but Heck wasn’t of much help. He’d dropped out in the tenth grade.
Heck was on his sixth brew and Trudy had a little over an hour before the laundromat shut down for the night. He had a nice little buzz going on as he watched the baseball game. Billy had already sacked out for the night, and it was getting close to time for Jase to follow. The older boy had finished his studies and plopped himself down on the hand-me-down sofa right next to Heck. Every now and again he would question a play, but Heck had the idea he was just trying to stay up later.
Heck swigged the last of the beer, knowing he was high and how pissed off Trudy would be when she got home and found he hadn’t left her at least one. She was a cunt but she would get over it when he grabbed her up in his strong arms, carried her to the bedroom and ate out her pussy. Free sex was all he stayed with her for anyway. She might be only in her thirties, but she was getting the looks of a worn-out whore. He could probably do better. Bitch only wanted him around for his big cock and his money, anyhow. The boy’s father was probably glad to be rid of her, as Heck would one day be.
Jason was sliding off the sofa and moved around to collect Heck’s empties. Such a good kid, the studious type. At seventeen, he was thin and trim but his arms were showing a hint of teenage musculature. Heck thought he needed a haircut, Jase’s was long to his shoulders, parted on one side and sweeping across his forehead. Almost made him look like a girl. Of course, Heck wouldn’t tell that to Trudy. They weren’t his kids, never would be. And, besides, he had an unruly rat’s nest atop his own head.
Jase returned with a bottle in his hand and offered it to Heck. Heck’s eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw the bottle of whiskey. “Where in tarnation did you find that, boy?”
“Mama keeps it hidden for special occasions,” Jase told him in a hushed voice. “Don’t let her know I told you.”
Bitch probably keeping it for the other dudes she fucks when he’s not around, Heck thought. “No worries. It’s between us guys,” Heck assured him, unscrewing the top and taking a healthy swig. It burned so good going down. Heck smacked his wet lips and took another taste.
Jase resumed his place next to the bigger man, his outer thigh pressed up against Heck’s more manly one. He not-so-casually placed a hand on Heck’s thigh, feeling the heat radiating through his drawstring casuals. When Heck failed to object, he moved it to the man’s inner thigh near his crotch and massaged. Heck’s legs reflexively parted. Taking a chance, Jason formed his hand over Heck’s abundant crotch and squeezed.
Heck’s jaw dropped and he barely realized that he was drooling. Through glassy eyes he observed the teen’s hand cupping his goods and feeling them. “B-boy, I don’t think you sh-should be doing that,” he managed.
“But I like you, Mr. Heck,” Jason replied seductively, looking at him through wide hazel eyes. “I do this for all the men I like.”
Heck swallowed hard. “You d-do?”
“Sure,” Jason bragged. “Some of my teachers, our bus driver, the crossing guard and even Principal Whethers. They all let me play with their dicks.”
“Th-they do?” Heck managed breathlessly as he sank lower in the sofa, spreading his thighs even wider. Was this real or was he having a whiskey dream?
“Sure,” Jason replied. “I do lots of cool things with their dicks. Just promise that you won’t tell Mama. Okay?” His other hand was working to undo the drawstring of the sweatpants.
Heck swallowed hard. “No, no. I-I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Jason smiled and Heck’s cock pounded against the front of his sweats. “I reaaaaaly like you, Mr. Heck. More than Mama does. And I want to show you just how much.”
“Yes!” Heck gushed breathlessly.
It was at this juncture of the seduction that Billy decided he needed a glass of warm milk in order to fall asleep. Climbing out of bed he padded down the hallway in bare feet, briefs and not much else. To get to the fridge in the kitchen he would have to pass through the living room. Just as he was about to step foot into that space, he stopped short. Rubbing his eyes to make certain he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. There on the sofa his brother had Heck’s dick in his hands and was playing with it! Heck had a pretty hefty piece of meat, but Billy was certain that his was bigger.
Carefully, so as not to be noticed, he crept behind the old recliner just inside the room and poked his head around the side for an unobstructed view. Jase had both hands all over that big hard dick while Heck just sat back and let him do whatever he pleased. Reaching down between the man’s parted thighs, Jase took hold of his fat, hairy balls and seemed to be weighing them while his other hand ceaselessly glided up and down the thick stalk. Heck looked like he was enjoying it because his head was rolling from side to side against the back of the old sofa. Boy, Billy sure hoped Mama didn’t come home any time soon and catch them or Heck would be just as gone as the others before him. And Billy kind of liked Heck better than Mama’s other boyfriends.
All of a sudden Jase brought the tip of his tongue to Heck’s pee-hole and tapped it. When he lifted it up there was a string of goop from the hole to Jase’s licker. Jase must have liked it because he started running his tongue all over that plump mushroom like he wanted more. Heck liked it, too, because he was moaning real deep and had his hand on the back of Jase’s head, as if he didn’t want him to come up.
Billy knew what that stuff tasted like. He remembered that time a few years back waking up in the middle of the night in a panic. His then-small frame was perspiring, and he seemed to be having convulsions. He was about to call for Mama when he realized his dickie was stiff and his undies were wet. Curiously reaching inside he realized whatever he’d leaked was too thick for pee. Bringing those fingers to his nose he sniffed. His nostrils crinkled from the unusual scent. Further experimenting, he took a lick. Then another. Whatever it was tasted gamey, like that deer Mama’s boyfriend-of-the-month had shot and Mama cooked up. He had been too afraid to tell Mama. And was embarrassed to approach her boyfriend. When he showed Jase his now-stiff undies his older brother reassured him, explaining it had to do with growing up. Jase further admitted he’d been doing it and ate his stuff all the time. At the time Billy hadn’t been all that sure about that. Maybe it was something you just got used to, like carrots or beets.
The way Jase was lapping that stuff off of Heck’s dickhead showed how much he liked it. Jason must have been really thirsty---or hungry---because now he had the entire mushroom cap in his mouth and he was slovenly sucking on it. Billy could tell because Jase’s cheeks were sunken. His hands were still busy, one jerking really fast up and down that hard dick while the other squeezed Heck’s ball bag. Billy dug into his undies, not at all surprised that his dick was rock hard and cupped his silky ball bag. Heck’s were all sorts of hairy; Billy kind of liked that. He started kneading his the way Jase was doing Heck’s, anxious now to get his juice to bubble up.
What happened next excited Billy even more. His brother’s mouth began puckering like guppies Billy had seen in the fish tanks at the pet store, slowly devouring Heck. Billy’s lust-filled eyes widened with each additional inch of that large adult dick Jason ate. It didn’t seem possible a teen mouth could take in so much without choking. But Jase was doing it effortlessly. He must have been practicing. Billy couldn’t help but gulp when Jason was within scant distance of Heck’s hairy root.
When Jason’s lips began nibbling down in that unruly, tangled jungle with the dick obviously stuck in his throat, Heck went berserk. Both big, hairy-knuckled hands were on Jase’s head, the dirty-nailed fingers webbed in Jase’s longish hair as he bucked around on the sofa. His feet came off the floor and pounded down again time after time. His back went away from the sofa like he was trying to get up and then slammed against it again. The expression on his brutish face was the look of a man in anguish.
“Jeez! Oh, fuck, kid! Better than your mother! Fuckin’ kid eatin’ my adult cock! Awwww, fuck yeah!” Heck was growling all sorts of obscenities as he thrashed about. His sweats had fallen down around his ankles and Billy could plainly see his hairy legs. Billy’s weren’t like that. His were smooth and hairless. He sure hoped his looked like that when he became a man. Dang, he wanted oh-so-much to go over there and run his hands over Heck’s calves and thighs and feel it for himself, but he didn’t dare. Jase would be all sorts of pissed off if he intruded on his good time.
Jason started bobbing up and down on the wet dick. He did it slowly at first and then amped up the speed. Probably would have suffocated himself if he’d just stayed down there much longer, Billy feared. Jase really seemed to be a pro at it, effortlessly swallowing that big fat cock again and again. Billy could tell he really liked Heck’s dick. There were all sorts of sloppy sounds and hungry moans coming from Jase’s mouth as he pleasured it. Billy could even see his brother’s tongue coiling around the shaft when he rose up it. He’d have to remember to do that when he got the chance at a nice juicy dick. Suddenly Billy wanted to try one out real bad.
With Jason on his knees beside him going to town on his cock, Heck slid a hand under the back of the boy’s faded jeans, into his underwear and down the crack of his ass. Jason moaned at the bigger man’s touch, sending delicious vibrations through Heck’s straining cock. He assisted the man by undoing the clasp and zipper of his pants and making the way more accessible. Heck dug deeper, found the boy hole and dug a digit inside. Jason squirmed and sucked even harder. Billy had seen Heck’s hand disappear into his brother’s pants and easily deduced what was transpiring. Imitating the action, he delved into his own back side and toyed with his teen button while he watched the hot action taking place before him.
Jason was such a pig, the way he attacked their mother’s boyfriend’s dick. He was really throwing his neck into it, going up and down that slick rod at super speed. Either Jase was experienced at this type of thing or he was a fast learner. Billy was paying strict attention to detail because he wanted to be just as good when he got ahold of Heck’s hairy cock. He reckoned he should probably practice on some of his wrestling buddies first, though. Jase must’ve been doing some of his friends to know what he was doing. And, from the looks of pleasure on Heck’s grizzly face, Jase must be super good.
Heck was moaning and groaning in that deep voice of his, rolling his head against the sofa’s back and licking his fat lips. His hand was moving real fast in the seat of Jase’s pants making Jase mimic his guttural sounds. Then, abruptly, Jase spit out Heck’s cock, got up off the sofa and stripped himself bare. While he was undressing Heck lifted off his t-shirt, the only thing he’d still had on, and sat back fisting his meat while he watched Jase’s progress. Heck must have liked what he saw because his fat hog was really throbbing. It had been quite a while since Billy last saw his brother nude. He was quite surprised by the size of his brother’s erection and the crotch hair growing around it. Jase’s body was slim and smooth, whereas Heck was all thick and hairy with a beer-belly bulge. Slipping out of his briefs, Billy joined their unashamed nudity.
Jase stepped up onto the sofa, one foot to either side of Heck’s hairy, parted thighs and, with his hands on the brute’s shoulders for support, lowered himself to straddle Heck’s crotch. When Heck’s large, manly hands clutched his slim waist, Jase let go of the man and reached back to spread his taut buttocks. Billy watched breathlessly as his brother’s asshole came closer and closer to Heck’s adult dick. Realization struck him. It couldn’t be! Jase wasn’t going to sit down on that thing! That huge dick couldn’t possibly fit in his asshole! He’d be hurt!! Billy wanted to rush forward shouting, “No! No!” but he was rooted to the spot.
Grabbing himself around the hairy base, Heck held his oozing meat upright and Jase made contact. His ass lips kissed the fat head, and he ground himself against it. “Yeah, kid,” Heck grumbled, “gimme that tight little pussy.” Biting his lower lip, Jase pushed himself down and tossed back his head with a breathy sigh when the crown breached his hole and sunk inside. His eyes widened and he held his breath, unsure of what to expect next.
Jase paused briefly, acclimating himself to Heck’s size. It wasn’t his first dick, wouldn’t be his last, but this was his virgin voyage with Heck. He’d sat up many nights stroking his teen dick and fingering his hole listening to mama getting fucked by this man in the next room, imaging all the while that it was him being fucked. Heck was certainly no matinee idol; rather unshaven blue-collar scruff, but so far as Jase was concerned, he was a manly man. He desperately wanted to impress this live-in stud so that, after he was through fucking mama Heck would sneak into his room and fuck him, too.
Working through that initial pain which came every time he got penetrated, Jase worked more of the sizeable cock into his pussy. That’s what it was, a boy pussy. And Jase thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures it gave him. He rotated his ass from side to side, back and forth, taking even more of Heck’s rigid meat. It was filling him so good, this prize cock that was in his mama at least three times a week that he knew of. Jase could easily understand why she kept this one around longer than the others. Not only did he make decent money (Jase had overheard her telling her girlfriend Emily) but he had a healthy piece swinging between his legs.
As Jase bore down little by little Heck was about to go out of his mind. This kid’s pussy was so pleasingly warm, moist and tight that he just had to have it. Digging his stubby fingers into Jase’s slim haunches and holding him into place, with one mighty thrust of his pelvis he shot his full eight inches into the teen’s guts. Jase stiffened, his pussy gripped and contracted around the crude invader, and he let out a mournful wail. From his hidey hole Billy was shocked and alarmed. He had a clear view of that huge dick buried up inside his brother, nothing of it visible except the dark crinkly hairs at the base. He thought of lurching out there and pummeling Heck with his fists in Jase’s defense but quickly realized that would do little good.
Billy soon realized that his honorable protective instincts would have been for naught. Smacking his hands against Heck’s hairy chest for support Jase actually began riding that beastly dick! The teen was astonished as Jase raised his stuffed butt all the way up until Billy could just about see the ridge of the man’s cockhead and then slid back down. Although he was grunting and making sighs of agony his body moved faster and faster, literally impaling himself with cock. Billy couldn’t actually see his face but his actions told all. Jase really loved being stuffed with big hard cock.
The boy was throwing his head back. His longish hair was flopping all around his shoulders and his trim frame appeared to be trembling, but Jase went on undeterred. He posted on that dick again and again. There was a thick cord running up the belly of Heck’s dick wide as one of Billy’s fingers which the younger brother attempted to duplicate by thrusting an equal amount of his fingers into his junior hole. Billy was so aroused by his older brother’s shocking actions that he took his dick by the other hand and stroked to the scenery. Oh, how he wanted to go out there and join in!
“Nice tight pussy on you, boy,” Heck grumbled. “Never felt one so damned tight before. Gonna squeeze the cum right outa me with that hot cunt.” One large hand slid up Jase’s torso and took him by the throat. “You like old Heck’s big dick, don’t you, boy?” When Jase didn’t answer quickly enough he tightened his grip. “I asked you a question, boy.”
“Fuck, yeah!” Jase gasped. “I love your big fat cock, Heck.”
Heck grinned sinisterly. “So does your mama. You want for me to fuck you like I do her?”
“Yes!” Jase gushed. “Fuck my pussy, Heck!”
In a flash Heck had gathered Jase up in his arms, flipped the boy over onto his back and climbed atop. He wasted little time in shoving his monster back into Jase’s boy cunt. It was quite the contrast, a big hairy adult male in push-up position over a slim, smooth-bodied teen. Jase sure did like Heck, though. He was running his hands all over the man’s arms, chest and hairy back as Heck tore up his ass. Heck pounded as if he was punishing the lad, bit it seemed as if Jase truly liked it. The sound of groin slamming against ass was almost brutal. Billy figured for sure Jase was going to have a bruised butt.
They’d only been at it a short while before Heck began acting strangely. He now sounded more like a rabid dog, growling deep in his throat. His eyes were watery and glassy, and he was sweating like a hog. His lips were stretched back from tightly clenched teeth. Billy thought sure any moment this man would assume the form of the werewolf he’d seen on cable.
Just then came a screech from right behind Billy. It startled him into falling out from his hiding place and landing at the feet of mama, who had arrived home. He had been at the precipice and his dick was now shooting its sperm. Trudy looked from one son to the other with horror.
“What the fuck is going on here?” she screamed.
“Aw, shit! I’m cummimg!” Heck bellowed. “I’m cummmmmmmmming!!” And he did, his adult load bursting out and shooting inside the teen’s clutching ass.
Joe Bob’s face was ashen. He could hardly keep the pick-up on the road. Swallowing hard, in a hoarse voice he managed, “Wh-what happened then?”
“Mama, well, she smacked crap out of Heck,” Billy told him. “Me and Jase she sent to bed calling us dirty boys. I wanted to ask Jase tons of questions but figured it better wait ‘til later with all the screaming going on in the other room. That was last night. This morning, we woke up to mama stuffing all our things into shopping bags. She was acting kind of crazy. Said she had a good thing going with Heck. That he made good money and she wasn’t gonna let us mess things up for her again. I tried to tell Mama I didn’t do nothing, that it was Jase. But she wasn’t listening. Just kept scurrying around, throwing stuff into bags, saying how Jase got Heck drunk on purpose and took advantage of him. Kept calling us dirty boys. Said we were going to go and stay with you for a while.”
Joe Bob didn’t know what to say. Despite his shock at the boy’s torrid story he was stunned to realize he had a burning erection. Kids tended to make up story and exaggerate facts, but if what Billy said was true this guy Heck didn’t force himself on Jase. Not as if what then transpired between them was in any way acceptable. And it sounded as if this wasn’t the first time for Jase. His teenage son was a cock whore!
His eyes shot wide and a sick feeling pervaded him. He had left his halfway-in-the-bag buddy Bubba alone in the trailer with his son, the man eater. Stepping on the gas he gunned it home. Coming to a screeching halt in the dirt lane before the trailer he darted from the truck leaving it to idle there with keys in the ignition. Mounting cement blocks for stairs, he tore open the door and burst into the trailer.
They were there, on the threadbare sofa. Jase was naked as the day he was born straddling Bubba and riding his cock, just like in Billy’s story. He had a bottle of beer in hand, with which he had just been feeding the chubby hick. Jase glanced over his shoulder at the intrusion and, rather than showing alarm, smiled wholesomely. “Hi, Daddy. I guess big mouth over there told you what happened.” Joe Bob had been too stunned to realize that Billy had followed him and was there at his side. “I like your friend,” Jase went on, resuming his posting on Bubba’s beefstick. “And I think I’m going to like it here.”
Joe Bob was so dumbstruck that it failed to register when Billy reached out, felt the bulge throbbing at the front of his jeans, deftly undid his zipper and fished out his hard daddy dick…
