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Brandon's Joy
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)
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A father text-messages his fourteen-year-old son in
school to come meet him for an incestuous butt-fuck.
(Mm-teen, ped, inc, anal)
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In many ways fourteen-year-old Brandon Armstrong was
your typical American kid. The smooth-skinned, fair-
haired, soccer-playing eighth-grader would not cause
you to turn your head if you saw him at the mall (that
is unless you happen to like smooth-skinned, fair-
haired, soccer-playing eighth-graders, in which case
you may delay your trip to the Gap or Cinabon for a few
moments to watch him go by.) Everything about Brandon
seemed average.
He had a page on Facebook and a full buddy list. He was
a B student, doing just well enough to escape both
condemnation and praise from his parents and teachers.
He liked to hang out at the mall (and was not oblivious
to the men who turned their heads as he walked through
it) and enjoyed shooting the old black-and-white ball
with his friends and playing new video games with his
computer.
He had an I-Pod full of songs by groups you've never
heard of and occasionally drank a beer or smoked a
blunt on a Saturday night. He lived in a quintessential
suburb in the heartland of America, just outside of
Indianapolis, and he liked movies with Adam Sandler in
them.
Yes, Brandon is your typical American boy. He liked
girls, and had wet dreams about a blonde girl named
Ashley who was in a few of his classes at Thomas
Jefferson Middle School, this girl was not his main
source of sexual release. You see, Brandon liked to
bounce his tight young ass up and down on his father's
penis. Yes, Branson was getting regularly fucked by his
perverted father. He didn't know if he was a faggot or
what, but he loved to ride his dad's dick until the old
man shot his sperm deep inside of him. Nothing felt so
good.
And on this particular Thursday, Brandon was riding his
father's cock at a time when he should have been in
school. It had begun in social studies class, when
Brandon received a text message from his father that
read "need it now, cu in 15." Brandon's asshole had
twitched in anticipation of the incestuous pederastic
liaison as he waited for his father to come save him
from the tedium of his history class.
Finally the page came over the PA system: "Brandon
Armstrong please report to the principal's office." The
horny boy got up and left the room as the teacher
droned on about some guy who was shot like a thousand
years ago in 1914 and caused some war in Europe between
like Germany and everyone.
His father had taken him home and, without a word, the
two male members of the Armstrong household had
stripped. Brandon had pulled off his black t-shirt and
jeans before eagerly lowering his young ass over his
father's throbbing penis, as if compelled by some
unseen force to do so. The fourteen-year old raised his
ass nearly all the way off of his father's cock, then
slammed himself back down, burying the paternal prick
deep inside of him. He wiggled his butt from side to
side to tease his father, and then rose again to start
the fuck cycle all over again.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, please fuck me in the ass! Oh
please fuck me!" he wailed as he bounced up and down.
Brandon didn't know why he liked to get fucked so much,
only that he did. Nothing felt as good as the feeling
of his father's steely prick inside his boy-ass. His
own thin prick was rock-hard and dripping pre-cum as he
played slutty cowgirl for his dad.
"Give me your prick, oh fuck that's nice, fuck my ass,
Daddy, fuck my boy ass!"
"That's nice, Brandon, that's a good boy, give me your
ass! Yeah, your ass is so tight," came the reply.
Mr. Armstrong definitely enjoyed the snug fit of his
son's gripping rectum around his penis. The man was
normally straight, but for the past few years he had
found unparalleled delight in his young son's hot butt.
He had first fucked the kid two years earlier, and had
been doing so at least twice a week ever since. His
wife was a nice enough woman, but she really didn't
enjoy sex, so Mr. Armstrong had been free to find
release with his son, who couldn't seem to get enough
of his father's cock up his adolescent ass.
"Oh Daddy your dick feels so good, please fuck me, fuck
me hard!"
Mr. Armstrong responded to the boy's obscene request by
thrusting his strong hips upward to meet his down-ward
plops, forcing his penis to rub against the
adolescent's prostate. Brandon moaned in pleasure and
continued bouncing up and down. Mr. Armstrong couldn't
believe the energy his son had. He ran his hands over
the boy's well-develop calf muscles which were
engineering the boy's homosexual bouncing.
He looked down and saw the sight of his prick being
swallowed up by Brandon's ravenous ass, and the man
rolled his eyes back in lust. He couldn't believe his
luck in having such a cock-slut fag for a son. Whenever
he suggested a fuck Brandon was more than willing, and
the boy constantly gave the forty-five-year-old the
best orgasms of his life.
For his part, Brandon felt so good that he couldn't
help but jerk on his randy dick. He pulled his pud
furiously and soon came so hard that he thought he
would pass out.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me in the ass, fuck my faggot
ass, oh fuck that feels good, please fuck me, I'm your
fag, fuck my fag ass, don't stop, please don't fucking
stop."
The boy's hot cum landed on his father's thighs, and
the man felt his own ejaculation begin in his balls as
Brandon's asshole constricted even more tightly around
his invading prick.
"Here it comes, son, take my jizz, take my fucking jizz
up your little faggot ass!"
Mr. Armstrong's sperm shot out of his balls and into
his son's asshole. He gently massaged the boy's soft
but firm asscheeks as he felt the bliss of orgasm wash
over him.
Brandon collapsed into his father's arms and hugged the
man who he loved so dearly on so many levels. He kissed
him gently on the lips and ran his hand through the
man's hairy chest, pausing for a moment to tickle his
dad's sensitive left nipple.
"Wow Daddy, that was great!" he thanked his father.
"You're welcome kiddo, my pleasure!" came the satisfied
reply.
The two lay in silent happiness together.
© 2007 by Kip Hawk. All rights reserved.
So, whadya think? Your feedback helps me write what you
like, so please let me know how your dick reacted to
the story? Send comments to kiphawk@hotmail.com.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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