It was a dingy little diner across the street from the even dingier little motel I had stayed in the night before. I had really wanted to make LA but by 10:00, with another three hours to go, I knew I wasn't going to do that, so I stopped and got a room. I went right to sleep but was awakened at midnight by the sounds in the next room. A steady squeaking and the banging of the headboard against the wall that separated us.
"Someone's getting a nice little fuck" I thought to myself.
I got up and cupped my ear to the wall. The sounds were muffled but I could make most of it out.
"You like big black cock up your young white ass, don't you."
"Oh yeah, give it to me, mister, stuff me with that hard dick"
"I'm gonna fill that tiny little ass of your with my hot cum, would you like that?"
"Yes, pump your load into me."
The next few minutes consisted of more of the same, then a loud grunt and moan and I knew that the man had exploded into his fuck partner. From the sound of his partner's voice, I figured he was a street hustler. I heard the man say something about "enjoying the room" so I figured he was leaving. I slipped on some pants and went outside. The man was trying to sneak out to his car when I spoke up.
"You done with that?" I asked, nodding at the room.
"Yeah...and it wasn't half bad either."
"Sounded like you enjoyed yourself."
"Sorry if we kept you awake."
"Actually, you just made me realize how horny I am."
"Well, he's definitely worth the money, that's for sure."
He headed to his car and drove off. I went to the boy's room and knocked on the door. The door opened slightly, held by the chain.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"That's exactly what I want...a fuck, just like the one he gave you. I'm in the room next door and you two fucking got me horny. I think you need to take care of that."
"Whatever." He replied, and opened the door.
As I stepped in, I saw he was naked. He wasn't half bad looking but I could tell that he was maybe 14 at best. A little old for me, but I was so horny, I wasted no time.
"So what's the deal?"
"50 for head, another 50 for a fuck...plus 50 more if you don't use a condom and cum in me."
This was 1991 and there was no way I was gonna stick my dick in a gay street whore without a condom.
"Let's start with the blowjob and go from there." I said, tossing a $50 bill on the bed.
I undid my pants and he dropped to his knees in front of me. He sucked my cock straight into his mouth and I could tell he had done this many times. I had been jerking off while listening to them and it had been like three days since I had last cum so it was only a matter of minutes before I shot off into his mouth. I fully expected him to pull off when he felt me starting but he swallowed every last drop.
"You give great head."
I started to pull my pants up.
"I'm an even better fuck...or so I've been told."
What the fuck, it's only money. I told him it would take me a few minutes to get hard and he went into the bathroom. By the time he came out about five minutes later (I could hear him taking a dump and then cleaning up), my cock was ready to go again.
"How do you want it, mister?"
"From behind." He wasn't ugly but the truth was, I didn't want to see his face as I fucked him.
"Are you using a condom?"
"Yeah, give me a second to get it on."
I slipped the rubber on my dick and moved in behind him. He was on his knees on the bed, his tiny white ass sticking up in the air. He spread his cheeks and I noticed that his asshole was quite gaping. Probably from the black guy who had done him a few minutes ago and several other fucks tonight. I also noticed that his ass was completely hairless, as was his ball sack. And it didn't look shaved either. Now I was thinking he was no more than 12. Who am I to say anything? He is the one prostituting himself. So what if he's underage, I'd fucked kids a lot younger than that.
I slipped my cock into him with very little effort. He didn't even seem to notice. He just laid still, ass up in the air while I pounded my cock into him. He started to babble out some "give it to me, fuck me, pound me" shit but after about 10 minutes of a somewhat listless fuck, I lost interest. I just didn't feel like fucking him anymore so I faked an orgasm (made a lot of grunting noises, etc), then pulled out and went into the bathroom.
I didn't want to be in there too long as the little fucker was probably going through my pants. I hadn't left anything in them though. I had only brought the $100 and my room keys were in my shirt pocket, which I still had on. Sure enough, when I came out, I could see that my pants were not where I had left them. I got dressed and left, going back next door to try to get some sleep. I heard the little boywhore go out about 15 minutes later. He was back within half an hour with another john. I barely slept as the little slut kept leaving, then coming back and getting banged another three times that night. Finally, about 5AM, he stayed in the room. I guess even whores need their sleep.
I slept in until about 8:00, then headed over to the diner so I could have breakfast and get on the road. I was just getting ready to ask for the check when I first saw him. God, he was fucking beautiful. In less that 10 seconds, I had already fallen in love with him. OK, maybe not love, more like lust. He was so incredibly sexy. I wanted him. I needed him. I was going to have him.
He was walking hand in hand with a man about my age. I was guessing it was his father. I estimated the boy to be about 6, maybe 7, my favorite age. As they walked to their booth, two up from me and on the opposite side, I started to check him out. About average height, trim, typical California blonde hair and tan skin. You could tell he spent a lot of time at the beach. I could picture him in a little Speedo or other skimpy swimming suit, lying on the beach with his little cocklet pointing out, the fabric of the suit clinging to his ass. Today, however, he was wearing a white T-shirt with Spiderman on it. I love anything Spiderman, especially when it is adorning a sexy little boy. His T-shirt appeared to be a little too small. It clung to his torso, showing just how trim and fit he was. It also didn't quite come down to the top of his khaki shorts which, contrary to the shirt, seemed a little loose and baggy on him. You could see a tan line across his lower abdomen and he had to keep pulling at the shorts to keep them up. As loose as they were, as he climbed onto the bench across from me, I could tell that he had an incredibly cute little ass.
I continued to admire this beauty, probably staring at him way too long. I did notice, however, that as much as I was looking at him, he was looking at me. And he was doing so with the most beautiful, sexiest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen. He was up on his knees and leaning on the table. His pretty face resting in his tiny hands. I wondered how those hands would feel wrapped around my cock. As I was watching him, he smiled at me. His teeth were absolutely perfect. Not a one missing or out of place, and every one of them perfectly white. As with his hands, I started to fantasize about that pretty little mouth being on my cock.
I continued to check out the little hottie in the next booth. And he continued to look at me. His dad was on busy on his phone. The boy had shifted his position somewhat and was now crouching in his seat. I noticed that this gave me a direct view up the right leg of his shorts to his underwear, also Spiderman. Again, I love Spidey, especially when it is clinging to the cock and ass of a sexy little boy. As I was staring at his crotch, he took his hands off the table. His left disappeared under the table and onto his shorts. He started to fondle himself. I couldn't fucking believe it. I was wondering who was coming on to who here. After a couple of seconds of rubbing himself outside of his shorts, I could see him slip his hand inside. He was playing with himself. His hand was on that little cock. I wished it was my hand.
Against my better judgment, all of his had emboldened me. I started to fondle myself too. First outside the pants, then inside. I had a direct view of the diner so I could see if anyone was coming. I looked over to see what my pervy little boy was doing and was shocked to see that his other hand had joined his first under the table. One hand was inside his shorts, pulling aside his Spiderman undies, the other had pulled his cocklet out of the side and was fondling it. He was jerking off for me I could see he had a pretty decent little cock, maybe 3 inches and as big around as my thumb. I figured if he could do that, so could I. I looked around to make sure no one was looking, then pulled my cock out of the top of my shorts. Damn if he didn't lick his lips at the sight of my cock. Something told me this was not the first time the boy had done something like this.
It was about that time I noticed his lips were moving. I'm not a lip reader, but I was able to see what he said to his father pretty clearly:
"He's got his cock out stroking it, Daddy. It's even bigger than yours."
So, apparently Dad not only condoned this, but he was involved with his son as well. This was turning out to be a very interesting morning.
I quickly put my cock away and nodded to him as I saw the waitress coming to their table. She took their order, then came to give me my check. I asked for a refill on my coffee. There was no way I was leaving right now.
I glanced at the boy and read his lips again: "OK, let's do this, Daddy."
With that, the two of them got up and came to my booth. The boy got in first, then the Dad. The boy immediately disappeared under the table and came up to sit next to me. As he did so, his hand grabbed a hold of my still hard cock (now inside my shorts) and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mark Jenner...and this is my son, Joey." The man said, extending his hand.
I shook his hand. "Scott McDonald."
"You from here or just passing through?" he asked.
"A little of both. I'm not from here, but I've been here a lot and now I'm looking to settle in California. I've had enough of the East Coast. I'm heading to LA now."
"I hear that, I moved out here 10 years ago, and I'm never going back."
"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"It's a long story."
"I've got time."
It was at this point that I noticed that little Joey's hand had again settled on my crotch. I made no effort to move it. I brought my hand off the table and started to caress his leg. I'm pretty sure his father knew what was going on.
"Well, it's like this. Joey's mother left me for my boss. And that meant the end of my job as well. I'm currently unemployed, but looking. The bitch took everything we had as well. She emptied the house, leaving me with just the mortgage; took the car, leaving me with just the payments; and emptied all of our bank accounts. In fact, the only thing she left me was Joey here. She's living the jet-setter life now and didn't want to be tied down with a kid. Suits me fine."
"I don't know how anyone could ever leave such a beautiful little boy." I looked for a response.
"Yes he is quite beautiful...he's also for rent."
"Don't play innocent. He was telling me all about the two of you and your little flirting game. We had been planning on trying something like this for weeks but couldn't find the right "target". When we came in here this morning, he picked you and told me that you were the one. Do you like little boys, Scott?"
I looked around to see if this was some sort of a setup. I was sure it wasn't when Joey reached inside my pants and started to stroke my cock. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then and there.
"Let's just say that little Joey (I leaned forward and whispered: "Who is currently jacking me off") is a good judge of character."
He leaned forward to whisper back. "He does have a nice hand, doesn't he?"
I moved my hand off of his leg and onto his cock, slipping my hand inside of his pants. I fondled his cock and I was in heaven.
"And if you think his hand is nice, you should try his mouth and butt as well."
"Sounds good to me."
I took my hand off of his cock and slipped it into the back of his shorts. I caressed both cheeks and they were quite nice indeed. Nice and firm and very soft.
"He's got the sexiest little butt."
"Try the hole."
I pulled my hand out of his shorts, took a pat of butter and rubbed it on the tip of my middle finger, then put it back inside of his shorts. Using the butter as a lube, I slipped my finger inside of his butthole. He let out a long sigh, almost like a purr, at the intrusion of my finger. He definitely liked it. I continued to fuck my middle finger in and out of his little boycunt.
Meanwhile, Joey's hand was still inside my pants, wrapped around my cock, stroking it up and down. I was getting close.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum."
Mark looked at his son. "Bend down and drink it, Joey."
Joey bent down, pulled my cock out of my shorts and wrapped his lips around my cockhead. He had no sooner taken it in his mouth when I erupted, sending seven strong spurts of cum into his hot little mouth. He swallowed every last drop, then put my cock back in my shorts, sat up, and licked his lips.
He then leaned over to me. "That was great. I really like the taste of your cum."
I was still stunned from the turn of events when the waitress arrived, bringing their food. At first she couldn't find them, then looked over at my table. Looking around the diner, I saw that there was one old man at the counter but, other than that, it was empty. Four customers and she couldn't handle it.
Mark waited for the waitress to leave, then resumed his story.
"So, as I was saying, the bitch took me for everything I own and still haven't been able to find another job. I need money to pay the mortgage so, if you're interested, I'd like to rent you Joey here for the day."
His father was pimping his son out.
"What did you have in mind?"
"1000 for the day."
"Whoa....that's a little rich for my blood. I mean, he is nice and all, but I'm not sure I could go that."
"Well, what could you do?"
I thought about it a few seconds. "How about 500?"
"I can live with that."
"Do you have somewhere we can go? I have already checked out of my hotel."
"We can go back to the house. It's kinda sparse but we have a nice bedroom."
Bedroom. Not bedrooms. I was guessing they shared it and he was doing his little boy on a regular basis. I think he read my mind.
"Yes, we share a bed and yes, we have sex on a regular basis. It's hard to date when you have a little boy. Even harder when you're attracted to little boys."
"Tell me about it." I replied.
We finished the meal. I paid the bill for all of us. He gave me directions but I followed him anyway. We pulled into his driveway and noticed that his house was kind of remote. Probably a good thing. He opened the door and let me inside. The thought of there being a dozen cops waiting to arrest me suddenly crossed my mind. At least I had gotten a hand/blow job out of the deal. There were no cops. Just a big empty house. There was an old beat up couch, a small table with a TV in the living room. A card table with four chairs could be seen in the kitchen. I guess that was where they ate.
I was looking around. "She did pretty much clean you out, didn't she?"
"You could say that."
Joey jumped up into my arms. I put both hands on his sexy little ass and held him close. He responded by kissing me, long and hard. Our tongues swirled around each other like two dancers on the dance floor. His legs were wrapped around my torso. After a few minutes, he broke the kiss and asked me "You wanna see the bedroom?"
"I'd like that very much."
"I have my own bedroom too, but it isn't got nuttin but a mattress in it...but I don't spend much time there."
We walked into the Master Bedroom. It was a complete contrast to the rest of the house. You could tell they spent a lot of time in here. There was a gigantic King sized bed and a 52" TV on the wall. The room was done up nicely with dressers and a sitting table. It almost looked like a hotel room. Not the kind I stayed in, a nice one.
"This is our 'place'" Mark said. "Not sure why she didn't take any of this, but I don't mind."
I stood Joey on the foot of the bed and proceeded to pull his T-shirt off. Once his chest was bare, I leaned down to lick and suck at his little nipples. My tongue continued down his torso, the swirled around his sexy little navel. I didn't have to pull very hard to get his shorts off, as loose as they were. I left his little Spiderman undies on though. I noticed they too were a little tight. Not that I had a problem with that, they clung to his sexy little ass and I could see his little pecker making a tent in the front. I bent down and started to suck at his cock through his underwear. I licked and sucked on the front of his undies until they were absolutely soaked with my saliva. I pulled them off, leaving him completely naked. He had the sexiest tan line, obviously made with Speedos or something similar. The entire spot that wrapped around his sexy little hips that was white couldn't have been any more than a couple of inches wide.
"Mmmmm...that was nice...but don't you want to suck my cock for real?"
How could I resist an offer like that? I picked him up and laid him down on the bed, then bent down and took his little cocklet into my mouth. If you've never sucked a little boy's cock, you don't know what you're missing. The taste is like nothing you've ever experienced, and the feel of his entire shaft and ball sack in your mouth at the same time is just thrilling.
I sucked his cock for a good twenty minutes. He writhed and moaned, obviously enjoying it. He kept bucking his hips up to meet me and at one point grabbed the back of my head as he gyrated into my face. My hands never left his butt. I was squeezing and kneading them for all they were worth.
As I was sucking him off, I saw his father sitting in the chair, jacking off. He was stroking away to beat the band. He was thoroughly getting off on watching his seven year old get his cock sucked by a stranger.
Did you know that even little kids can cum? I don't mean shooting cream, that's not until they're older. But they can definitely have an orgasm. But I wasn't letting Joey have one. I would take him right to the limit, then stop. I must have been driving him crazy. Every time I'd stop, it would be the same thing.
"Please don't stop, Uncle Scott. Keep sucking me."
I kinda liked the "Uncle Scott" thing...made me feel like even more of a pervert that I was.
After about 20 minutes, I decided the poor kid had suffered enough and sucked both his cocklet and ball sack into my mouth and started sucking on it as hard as I could. My tongue was lashing around his sac and my teeth were grating just lightly on his shaft. This was enough to send him over the top. I thought he was going to buck us both right off the bed. He must have orgasmed for a full minute before he spread out on the bed, panting heavily.
I didn't give him much time to rest however. My cock was hard as a rock. I joined him up on the bed and put his legs up in the air.
"Mind if I fuck him?"
"Whatever you want."
"I imagine he's pretty tight. Got any lube?" I asked Mark. He tossed me a small plastic bottle.
"It's Extra Virgin olive oil...it's what my not so virgin son likes to use."
I unscrewed the cap and rubbed a little on my cock. With my hand still oily, I wiped it off on the area around his butthole, then slipped my finger inside of him. He was ready. In fact, he was more than ready.
"Fuck me, Uncle Scott...I wanna feel your dick inside of me."
For a seven year old, he was quite the little slut. I did as he asked and rammed my dick up his ass with one stroke. I felt the end of my cock hit the back of his rectum and knew I was as deep as I could be in his little boycunt. I left it buried in him for a few seconds, enjoying how his sphincter and anal passage was squeezing my cock. He was pretty tight, even if he had been fucked before. After a minute or so, I pulled my cock out so that only the head remained in him, then pushed it back in until my balls slammed into his butt cheeks. He easily accommodated my entire cock and seemed to love it.
"Mmmmmm...that feels so good. It makes me feel so full."
"You're gonna be full in a few minutes, baby. Full of my hot cum."
"Yes, I want your cum in me."
I love it when a little boy talks dirty.
It had been about an hour since little Joey had jacked me off and swallowed my load in the diner. That, and the tightness of his hot little rectum, meant that I wasn't gonna last very long. Sure enough, within only two minutes or so of pumping my cock into his hot little ass, I let loose with another huge load of cum. This time I counted at least 8, more like 10, spurts sending my juice deep into his bowels. His butt clenched with each burst, causing more semen to pump out of me. I left my cock buried deep inside of him as I came but I could see some still come oozing out.
I pulled my cock out to see Mark standing next to us. I no sooner had my dick out of his little boy before he put his in. Guess he didn't mind sloppy seconds. I laid down next to Joey and started to caress his chest and tummy as his father fucked his ass. I bent my head down and started whispering in his ear.
"Do you like your Daddy fucking you? Do you like his hard cock buried in your ass? Do you want him to shoot his cum up into you?"
"Yes...I love to be fucked."
And I truly believed he did.
Because he too had been jerking off, and was probably very horny from watching his seven year old son get fucked in the ass, Mark shot his load pretty quickly. His load, combined with the remnants of mine, overflowed the little anal passage and came out in a large sploosh onto the bed. The three of us laid there for a second, totally spent. I was stroking Joey's tummy and Mark was stroking his cock. Joey would turn his head towards me and we would lock our lips and our tongues would intermingle. Then he would break the kiss, turn his head towards his father, and do the same. He alternated kissing us for a few minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore.
"I gotta pee." I said, starting to get up.
"Me too." Mark added.
"Special shower?" Joey asked.
I looked at Mark.
"I introduced him to Golden Showers last month...he really likes them."
So the three of us headed into the bathroom. Joey got in the shower and Mark and I joined him. It was one of those big walk in type with more than enough room for the three of us. We stood on each side of Joey and aimed our cocks towards the little boy. Mark started first and aimed his stream at his chest. I aimed mine at his crotch.
"Keep your eyes closed, baby."
Joey closed his eyes and Mark redirected his stream towards his face. I quickly did the same. The two of us emptied our bladders onto the little boy's face. He kept his eyes shut but would occasionally open his mouth and let the stream enter it. He didn't swallow but let it flow in and out.
When we were done, Joey stood up. He hair was soaked and he was drenched in piss. You could also see some of our cum still running out of his ass and down his leg. Even so, he was incredibly sexy.
"I gotta pee too."
Without hesitation, I laid down on the floor of the shower. Joey looked at me, then at his father.
"I think he wants you to piss on him, Joey."
"Do I ever...aim it towards my mouth."
Joey started to pee and, after a few seconds, aimed it at my mouth. I took in as much as I could, swallowing as needed. He was still missing my mouth a lot so I sat up and took his pissing cock into my mouth. I locked my lips around it and started to suck his piss down with reckless abandon. He seemed to enjoy that quite a bit.
"He drank my pee-pee, Daddy."
"Yes he did, son. Did you like that?"
Now that we were all somewhat soaked in pee, the three of us all turned on the shower and showered together. We touched and caressed and washed each other off. After we were clean, we got out and toweled each other off. I bent down and started to suck on Joey's little dick.
"Mmmmm...I love the taste of clean little boy."
"From what I've seen, you love the taste of little boy, period." Mark piped up.
"That's true, but I especially like them fresh out of the bath."
"I'm hungry." Little Joey said.
"I've got something for you." I stroked my cock.
"I meant real food."
The clock in the bathroom said it was almost 2:00. We had been sucking and fucking for the better part of three hours. Now that he mentioned it, I was hungry too.
"I could go for a bite too."
"Not sure what I have but I'll rustle something up."
We went downstairs and Joey and I sat at the table (naked) while Mark made lunch.
"How about mac and cheese?" Mark finally said, after looking in several cupboards.
"Yeah!!!" Joey shouted. "My fave!!"
I wasn't a huge fan, but I was getting hungrier and hungrier.
"Can I help with something?" I asked.
"NO!!!!...I mean, I've got it."
He acted as if he was hiding something.
Mark quickly opened the fridge and got some milk and slammed it shut.
While Mark was cooking, Joey leaned over to me. "Can I have a glass of milk, Uncle Scott?"
I got up to get the milk. Mark turned just as I was opening the door to the fridge.
As I opened the door, I noticed the only thing in it was the small container of milk and a small bottle of ketchup. Other than that, it was completely empty.
"Are you your name isn't Hubbard?" I joked.
"Look, I told you money was tight. I just haven't had a chance to go shopping, if you're gonna criticize me, you can just fucking leave."
Wow, I wasn't sure what set him off but I was quick to apologize. "Hey, sorry, man, it was a joke." But he wasn't laughing.
I got Joey his milk, then set back down.
We ate lunch without saying a word.
"Listen, Scott..." Mark finally said "...I'm sorry I snapped it's just that it sucks having no money...do you think I want to pimp my son out to strangers?"
"I'm sorry for being such an ass with my 'hubbard' comment, I know it must be tough for you."
"And I hate to mention it but, the bank closes at three and I need to get the mortgage..."
"Oh yeah, let me get you that.'
I got my bag and took out all of the cash I had as Mark came into the living room.
"If you don't mind my asking, how much is your mortgage?" I asked, looking up from my bag.
"Here's 12...pay the mortgage, then stop and get some groceries and stock up."
"I can't take that...we agreed on a thousand and...and...and." He started to tear up.
"Look, I can spare it, believe me...and today has been worth every penny."
"Thank you...I...I...I don't know what to say."
"Nothing to say...you've both been more than....accommodating...so let's say we get dressed and head down to the bank?"
We went back into the kitchen. Joey's head was on the table. He was out like a light.
"I guess all that fucking wore him plumb out." I chuckled.
"Damn...I really need to get to the bank but I don't want to wake him. He's a real bear if he doesn't get a nap."
"How about I carry him back to the bedroom and lay him down. I can watch him while you go to the bank and get some groceries."
"You sure you wouldn't mind?"
"Nah...in fact, a nap sounds like a damn good idea. Maybe I'll lay down with him."
"I don't know that you'd sleep if you were in bed with him."
"You've got a point there. But he's already asleep."
Mark grabbed his keys and left. I carefully picked the little boy up, trying hard not to wake him. I carried him back into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. I started to walk over to the chair so I could watch the sexy little seven year old sleep.
"Don't leave, Uncle Scott." Damn, he had woken up.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby, I'm just gonna sit in this chair here while you take a little nap."
"No, come lay down with me."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I moved over to the bed and laid down with him. He snuggled up close to me. I held his naked little body close to mine. He pushed his body back against mine.
"I like it when you touch me, Uncle Scott."
I reached around and touched where I really wanted to touch. I squeezed his cock and ball sack in my hands, then caressed them lightly. I brought my mouth up next to his ear and started to nibble it. He seemed to like that so I slipped my tongue into his ear. He really liked that.
"Mmmmmm...that feels nice, Uncle Scott."
My hand slipped back behind him and started caressing his butt cheeks.
"God, you have one sexy little ass, baby."
"Do you really like it, Uncle Scott."
"Like it? I love it." I moved one hand so my finger ran up and down his butt crack, I stroked it up and down his crack a few times, then brought my finger to my mouth, wet it with saliva, then lowered it and slipped it into his asshole.
"Mmmmm, I like that too."
I knew he was supposed to be napping, but I couldn't resist finger fucking him. I figured I'd finger him for a few minutes and then get him back to sleep. He had other ideas. He moved forward and my finger slipped out of his ass. I was about to put it back in when he shifted and grabbed my hard cock, held it so it lined up with his hole, then slid back and impaled himself on my dick. He wanted to be fucked. I was more than willing to oblige.
"Do my ear again, Uncle Scott."
I positioned myself so my mouth was next to his ear. I was moving back and forth fucking my cock into him as he pushed back against me, fucking himself on my cock. I started to kiss, lick, and nibble his ear.
"God, you are one hot little fuck, baby." I whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna fill you with my cum, would you like that?"
I lowered my mouth to his ear. "Oh yeah,, here it comes baby, here comes my hot load into your hot little butt. You ready for another buttfull of my fuckjuice?"
I shot a good sized load into his butt. He continued to fuck back against me as I emptied my nuts into his bowels.
I held him tight, stroking just slightly to try to keep my dick hard and inside of him. It wasn't working, though. I could feel it getting softer and knew it would soon pop out of his butt.
"God, that was so nice, baby...but now you need to nap."
He didn't answer. All I heard was a soft gentle breathing and a slight snore. I had fucked him to sleep. I guess the day had worn me out as well. I had planned on only laying there for a few minutes, then getting up. It didn't turn out that way.
End of Part One
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