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Subject: Diaries of Justin the Stud 2 This is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real life individuals is purely coincidental. All characters and their actions are 100% fictional, and not referential to any true events or persons. Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. Please email me at ail Donate to Nifty to support this amazing resource and keep all this work possible. \\\ DIARIES OF JUSTIN THE STUD by Iacchus PART TWO: In Too Deep “How was everyone’s day?” Mom asked. She looked around the dinner table, to Dad, who nodded, “Okay.” I nodded too. “Fine, Mom.” She had a sad smile on her face, the forced kind. For the last few weeks, Mom had been wearing that kind of smile a lot. I had barely spoken to her, dodged her questions, avoided her eyes. Dad didn’t seem to talk much to her any more, either. They’d once been an affectionate couple; Dad had doted on her and their marriage had been the envy of all their friends. But a lot had changed. We ate dinner in silence, Mom’s eyes looking darting between her silent son and husband as she brought her spoon vacantly to her lips. I looked over at Dad. He was wearing my favorite shirt: his white button down that he always wore to work. It was stretched to its limit over his gigantic pecs, the buttons only one tug away from flying off and revealing the mounds of fleshy muscle hidden beneath. The material gathered under the crease of his tits so his cleavage was pronounced and reinforced. And his arms… his arms were about the burst through his sleeves. With every movement, Dad’s muscles flexed and relaxed. His thin cotton shirt bulged and warped around his mountainous body; it had worn thin around his most pronounced areas. My cock gave a little twitch as I took in my big hulking father’s frame. He returned my gaze, and my dick started to harden as we made eye contact. I took a big bite of of my pork chop. Its juice ran down my full, soft, pink lips and dribbled down my chin. Dad cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. Very slowly, I lifted up my leg and reached towards Dad’s chair. I reached with my foot, forwards, and found his crotch. I nestled my foot inside until I could feel Dad’s bulge through his pants; his groin, warm and moist, felt good against the bare skin of my toes. His pants were tight over his big legs and package, straining at the seams. I added more pressure, and began moving my foot up and down, the heat coming from under Dad’s jeans intensifying, the monster underneath beginning to stir. “Honey, how was work?” Mom tried again. Dad didn’t even look at her. His eyes bore a hole into my own. His stern, handsome face broke into a slanted wicked grin as I pressed my foot harder into his package, and his meaty lips parted ever so slightly, a spit bubble forming in a wet little ‘o’. “Honey?” “Fine. Just fine” he said, glancing at her quickly and sitting up straight. I fit the arch of my foot to Dad’s rapidly hardening cock. Through the fabric of his trousers, I could feel his huge mushroom head beginning to get pronounced as blood rushed to his sex organ. I pressed it with my toes, trying to grip his shaft harder and tighter. “Not too busy,” Dad continued. He looked at me, “Just the right amount of pressure.” “Oh, well…” Mom said softly, “Well that’s good.” Dad looked down to his plate. To Mom, he looked distant, but I knew he was trying with all his might not to moan in pleasure as I footsied his hot, throbbing cock through his pants. “And Justin,” Mom said. “Yeah, Mom?” I didn’t take my eyes off of Dad’s face. I started moving my foot in a circle, shifting it slightly down so I could massage Dad’s balls as well. “How’s school? Any big baseball games coming up?” “Yeah, sure,” I said distractedly. A wet spot was forming through Dad’s trousers. He was leaking; his precum seeped through the fabric and on to my toes. Dad looked up to meet my gaze again. His eyes were glazed over and blazing with lust. His breathing was getting heavy, his hulking shoulders starting to heave as I massaged his swollen battering ram of a cock. Slowly, he reached underneath the table and grabbed ahold of my foot. “And how’s your girlfriend, Christy?” Mom asked nosily, begging for conversation, for normalcy. “Ahh–” I let out a little whimper as Dad mashed my foot into his package with his hand. He pressed it into his meaty shaft, his veins so pronounced I could feel them through the multiple layers of cotton. The wet spot was getting bigger. “Justin?” “Good, Mom!” I gasped. “She’s fine. She’s, uh, she’s…” Dad let go of my foot and I felt him undo his jeans button and his zipper. Now only his briefs separated my foot from his hot hard cock. “She’s, like, she’s…” He took hold of my foot again and started stroking himself with it. It was all I could do not to cry out as I felt the blazing heat of my Dad’s big, throbbing sex smashed against my smooth, hairless foot. “She’s got a, uh, a cheerleading competition in Florida.” His precum was spilling out vigorously now, coating my toes. There was so much of it; it was flowing down to my ankle, to the base of my foot, dripping down to the floor. “Well, that’s nice,” Mom said hopefully. “I hope she wins!” “Yeah, me too…” Dad’s big chest was going up and down, up and down, his breath getting shorter and shorter. His nipples, rock hard now, were poking lewdly through his shirt. Was he gonna cum? Right here? On my foot? I shuddered hopefully. “Justin, I’d love to meet her-” “Honey,” Dad said firmly, cutting Mom off. “Clear the table. And why don’t you quickly do the dishes. You made a big mess in the kitchen, I saw.” Mom’s face fell; I nervously glanced over at her. “What…” “Now!” Dad said firmly, his eyes dark, and Mom scurried from her seat. She went around the table quickly collecting all the dinner dishes. Her eyes were misty, and I worried she was about to cry. Dad held my foot in his iron grip, pressing it against his quivering cock. He edged himself with my bare foot as Mom finally picked up the last of the plates. As soon as she had disappeared into the kitchen, Dad snapped his fingers, let go of my foot, and pointed to the floor. I retracted my leg and ducked under the table. I knew what he wanted. It was dark under the blue tablecloth. All I could see was Dad’s disembodied lower half right in front of me: his undone pants, his white briefs almost soaked through with watery precum, and the outline of his massive ten inch fuckstick, practically shaking with need of release. I scrambled forward on my hands and knees and pulled down the waist of his underwear. Unleashed, his monster penis, pink and veiny like a forearm, swung out, a meaty steel pipe finally free. As fast as I could, I gobbled it up in my mouth. It barely fit through the opening of my lips, but I choked it down, desperate to get a taste of Dad’s oozing love. “Oh, fuck,” Dad sighed in a low voice. I sucked his dick, pushing it down my throat hungrily, impaling my esophagus on Dad’s musky, engorged cock. “Ohhhhh, son!” With a sigh, Dad let go. A thick, creamy river of white cum blasted into my wind pipe. Within a microsecond it was full, and I choked and gagged and swallowed as fast as I could as Dad pumped his warm seed into my hungry gullet. “Awwwww, Justin,” Dad breathed. “Aww, my boy…” I moaned as I drank Dad’s fountain of milky splooge, still running like a tap from his pulsing cock head. “Drink it, son. God… that’s good.” Jizz dribbled down my chin as I swallowed up my real dinner. The sound of plates clanging around the kitchen and the running water in the sink masked Dad’s intoxicated moans as I lapped at his cock, greedily sucking and licking every drop of sperm Dad spilled. I emerged from the table just as Mom walked back into the dining room. Dad had ducked away not a second too soon to clean himself up and compose himself. “Where’s your father?” Mom asked. Her eyes were sad, and I felt a pang in my chest which I recognized as guilt. “Dunno,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I hoped she wouldn’t clock the slimy streaks of cum around my mouth. Or smell it, for that matter. “Well,” she said. “His coffee…” She put down the cup of decaf she’d made for Dad. She’d gotten out a nice cup, the ones from grandma. “It’s here when he wants it.” “O-okay, Mom,” I said. She gave me another sad smile and retreated back to the kitchen. I watched her walk away, shame rising inside me as her husband’s gooey semen still slid down my throat. I knew what Dad and I was doing was wrong. I loved my Mom. And I loved my family, our house, the way we were. But even more than that, I loved Dad’s creamy cum, his juicy cock and the salty-sweet taste of it on my pink tongue. Later that night, I heard them fighting as I distractedly did homework in my room. Mom was yelling. Dad was mostly silent, except for a few times when he cut Mom off with short, stern remarks. Dad wasn’t the kind of guy to get overworked or get emotional. He was a man’s man that way, not prone to bursts of emotion. “It’s been weeks!” Mom wailed, and I knew she was talking about the change in the house, the way her son and her husband had done a one-eighty and were shutting her out like an intruder. It had been a little more than a month since Dad and I had entered into our taboo relationship. I squinted and tried to make heads or tails of the algebra problems in front of me. Man, I hated math. “Enough!” I heard Dad say from the kitchen, but Mom only started again with a sob. “Fuck it,” I murmured with a sigh. I threw the sheet of equations on the floor and got ready for bed, stripping of my t-shirt, jeans, my jockstrap, and my socks. In front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked at my smooth, hairless body. I’d been working out double time, and it was because I knew Dad liked it. He liked my young boyish muscles, the cut of my abs, the juiciness of my pecs, my thighs, my big round bubble butt that jiggled as I walked. I looked at myself, taking in my body and then looking into my face. I looked myself in the eyes. Everything had become so different. The Justin I was looking at was different than the one from five weeks ago. He was a boy obsessed, not with friends or girls or sports, but with his Dad’s cock. Hours later, I lay awake. It was around midnight, the house dark. Dad was fucking Mom. I heard it coming through the walls; a muffled thump thump thump mixed with Dad’s groans. After their argument, which had lasted for hours, they had stumbled up the stairs, moaning. Angry sex, I guess, the kind couples have after a fight. It used to be that I heard those sounds every night. They’d had a healthy sex life. But ever since Dad and I had started our secret affair, it was rare to hear the sounds of Dad fucking Mom even once a week. Dad was still getting his rocks off every day, just not with her. Instead of nightly marital sex, he was raping my mouth in the morning in the shower. He was sneaking into my room in the dead of night and slipping his dick into my warm, wet butt as I slept. I’d start awake, surprised, and Dad would cover my mouth as he fucked me quietly in my childhood bed. We’d quietly moan together, grabbing at each other’s bodies hungrily as we made rough love in the darkness. “Oh, fuck!” Dad groaned. I snapped out of my reverie. I figured Dad had to keep up appearances. A man must fuck his wife; it’s unnatural for him not to. But as Dad’s lusty grunts reached my bedroom through the thin walls, I couldn’t help but be jealous. “Awwww…” I thought of Dad on top of Mom, driving his manhood deep into her pussy. “Fuck, that’s good!” His sweat was probably dripping on to her body: that tangy, musky sweat that I loved to savor when we fucked. His pecs were probably gleaming incredibly shiny and supple in the moonlight, his muscles contorting as he pleasured himself by burying his horse dick in that warm, wet cavern. “Geeeeezus!” I bet I had a tighter pussy than Mom’s. My sweet, perfectly smooth, muscular fifteen-year-old butt had to be a better fuckhole than Mom’s tired old cunt. I bet Dad would yell twice as loud, moan even harder, cum even faster and harder if he was raping my sweet boy pussy instead. I reached down and softly pushed my finger into my asshole. It was warm and soft and fleshy. As Dad continued to shout in pleasure, it began to get wet. “Take that dick,” Dad yelled from his bedroom. “Take it!” Slowly, I pulled off my comforter. My smooth teen boner sprung up, bouncing and slapping my abs with a soft smack. I quietly got up and opened my bedroom door into the dark night. The house was still and silent, save for the sound of Mom and Dad’s headboard banging against the wall, the soft sounds of flesh on flesh, and Dad’s dirty talk. I tiptoed to their room, careful not to let the wooden floorboards creak. I was totally nude; my cock, hard and already dripping, bounced as I padded down the hall. The night air tickled my bare skin like cold fingers. Goosebumps rose on my arms and legs. When I reached my parents’ bedroom, I paused. On the other side of the door, I could hear Dad’s heavy breathing and the titanic fleshy sounds of his crotch slamming into Mom. Their old wooden bed groaned. Mom every so often let out little gasps as Dad hammered her, but she was mostly silent. As quietly as I could, I pushed open the door. I felt like a kid again, coming to tell Mommy and Daddy about a nightmare. Slowly – ever so slowly – I opened the door just so I could see their bed, which rested on the wall opposite from the entryway. No lights were on, but moonlight poured into the room. There he was: Dad’s enormous, sweaty back bent over Mom’s body lying prostrate beneath him. His muscles flexed and writhed as he pumped his godlike cock into Mom’s vagina, sweat flying from his head as he buried his meat. “Awwww, yeah!” Dad’s humongous muscle butt went in and out, in and out. His glutes were as big as two soccer balls, and they rippled with strength. I reached down and began to slowly stroke my teen dick to the scene before me. Dad’s back rippled with manly power, and I licked my lips, entranced. The way it shone with perspiration, the thrusting motion of his hips. I replaced mom’s legs, which Dad was holding straight up and on to his big, meaty shoulders, with my own. I imagined his big butt pumping his gigantic dick into my pussy, not hers. I imagined me moaning like a needy little whore instead of Mom, drool guzzling from my mouth as Dad fucked me senseless. “Oh god!” Dad began thrusting even harder. I noticed Dad wasn’t looking down at Mom; he was looking straight ahead at the blank wall. I wondered if he was thinking of me. “Aw yes, you dirty slut…” Dad growled. He was going faster and faster, “Fucking take it!” “Honey, you’re hurting me!” Mom cried out in a whisper. “You’re going too hard!” “Shut up!” Dad gnashed his teeth. “Keep quiet, you bitch!” I stroked my cock faster and faster. I loved how nasty and rough my Dad was. Mom could never appreciate how much of an animal he was, how primal and savage he became when it was time to bury his bone. Such a man. My man. I wanted him to violate my sweet little cunt so badly. With my other hand I reached around and started fingering my warm, tight ass, sticking one then two fingers into the abyss between my pillowy bubbly cheeks. “Honey, stop!” Dad smashed his hand over Mom’s mouth. He ignored her cries, pumping himself into her brutally. His head was rolled way back; his eyes closed. “Awww, baby…” Dad moaned as he ravaged her cunt. “Aw, my baby boy…” My eyes widened and I all but shot my load. Dad had confirmed my istanbul travesti suspicions. He was totally fantasizing about me, his own son, as he fucked his wife and the mother of his child! “Awww fuck, take it, boy!” Mom whimpered in alarm, but Dad still had his hand tightly covering her mouth. With his other hand he held her torso down; her body was wiggling, trying to extricate herself from Dad’s fucking. But he firmly held her in place, furiously attacking her pussy with angry, rough thrusts. I furiously stroked my cock and fingered myself as Dad used Mom as my proxy. My orgasm was bubbling just below the surface; my dick was leaking like crazy and my head was feeling dizzy and hot. Dad’s muscled buttcheeks flexed and pumped and writhed as he pounded, his grunts piglike and devilish. I wanted to cum with him, to shoot my load right as he shot his own load into Mom. “Fuck, I’m close!” Dad howled, and I pressed my lips together tight, trying hard to be silent as I felt my teen spunk raging at the tip of my dick, desperate to come out. “Ahhh!!” Dad gave three huge final thrusts, ignoring Mom as she squealed in pain. “FUCK! I’m cumming!” I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Ohhhh, fuck…!” I gasped. A lusty moan escaped from my mouth like a ghost as I shot my fat load into my outstretched palm. I tried to catch all of it, but my throbbing cock kept gushing my sweet teenage juice, and it spilled on to the floor, forming a milky puddle of sperm near my bare feet. I quickly looked up again. Had Mom and Dad heard me? Dad was still pinning Mom down. He was panting and dripping in sweat. Sweat dripped down his back, pooling in between the canyon of his spine and going down his asscrack. He was still slowly pumping his dick in soft thrusts, coaxing the last bits of jizz out. Before I could tiptoe away, Dad turned his head around like a whip. He looked me straight in my eyes. Like a deer in headlights, I stood there, frozen, my cock still hard and dripping, my palm full of creamy cum. I’d been caught. My hand was still wrapped around my dick! Dad didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. I turned tail and ran. I ran down the hall, into my room, and I slammed the door, breathing heavily. As I got back into bed, I prayed that Mom hadn’t seen me, that it was only Dad who had discovered me jerking off to their hot, hot sex. The next morning, I silently ate breakfast alone, nervously choking back cornflakes. “Morning, son,” Dad said, calmly walking into the kitchen. He was in his work clothes, his tight white button up and his nice tan trousers that barely fit over his giant thighs and butt. “M-morning,” I gulped. Dad poured himself a cup of coffee. He seemed calm and collected as ever. Was he going to punish me? What kind of sick kid jerks off to his parents having sex? Then again, what kind of kid has sex with his own father? I felt like a dirty pervert. There was still dried cum crusty on my thighs, on my dick, on my forearm. I’d woken up too late to shower. “C’mon,” Dad said, turning around the look at me. “I’ll drive you to school.” “N-no, Dad,” I said nervously. “It’s okay, I’ll catch the bus.” “Nonsense,” Dad started to walk away, towards to door. “It’s on my way to work. Let’s go.” I didn’t dare disobey him. I scrambled up and dumped my soggy cereal in the sink. I followed Dad like a puppy out the door, grabbing my backpack on the coat rack and quickly stuffing my feet into sneakers. “D-Dad,” I stuttered as he drove down our street. “About last night…” Dad kept his eyes on the road, but he grinned, “You really are one sick little boy, huh, son?” “I…” “Jerking off to your Daddy and own mother having sex,” he sneered. “What kind of pervy boy does that, son?” I fell silent, unsure what to say. Shame spread throughout my entire body, my face got red and flushed as I sat there awkwardly and embarrassed. “Did you like it? Watching your father fuck your mom like that?” I looked over at him, “Dad! I’m sorry, I-” “Were you jealous?” he said, looking at me. “W-what?” “Were you jealous?” Dad repeated; his face still in that wicked grin. “I…” I looked searchingly in his eyes. He could read me like a book. “Were you jealous I was stuffing my cock into your Mom’s pussy instead of yours?” Dad said slowly and clearly. “Did you wish it was your sweet little cunt I was drilling instead?” I felt like I was going to cry. I hadn’t realized how intense my emotions for Dad were, how obsessed with him I’d become sexually. I felt helpless. “Yes,” I whispered. “Can’t hear you, son,” Dad growled. “Yes,” I said louder, looking up at him with my cheeks burning. “Yes, Daddy.” “Hmm,” he looked back on to road. “Well isn’t that something.” I looked down at my lap again. My dick was growing in my pants, tenting my jeans as even the mention of Dad’s cock got me hard. We turned into my high school parking lot. The bell was going to ring in a few minutes and hundreds of the other kids were hurrying towards the entrance, books crammed in their arms. Dad drove around to the side of the building, next to the dumpsters. He put the car in park and crossed his arms, his eyes burning holes into my head. “Well, I’ll see you later, Dad…” “Hold on,” he said firmly. I turned around; he was sitting there with his arms crossed, that same grin on his face. “Dad?” “Do you want Daddy’s cock now?” “W-what…?” “How about I rape you right now, boy?” “D-Dad, right here? There’s people everywhere; we’re at school! Class is about to start, I- ” “I’m horny right now, son. All this sex talk, you admitting to being a needy little whore for your Daddy…” “N-no-” “And I don’t know how long I can hold off. I might have to fuck your mother again if I can’t breed this load into your warm hole…” My cock throbbed violently as Dad reached down and took ahold of his package through his trousers. “It’s too risky, Dad!” “My cock’s about to blow,” Dad said, his eyes piercing through me as he jiggled his stiff thick meat. “I might even have to go home right now, turn your mother around, and give it to her fast and hard as she begs for mercy.” “No!” I yelled. “No, I-I- I’ll do it.” “Do what, Justin?” I gulped, “Fuck me, Daddy.” “In front of your school? Your friends?” I was helpless. I was afraid of getting caught – deathly afraid – but more than that I couldn’t stand the idea of Dad giving his hot load to anyone but me. I gulped again and nodded. “Please, Daddy.” “Good boy,” Dad said. He reached out and held my face in his big right hand; he stroked my red cheek with his thumb and looked at me with probing eyes. “So first, turn around and show me your pussy, baby.” I undid my seatbelt and pulled down my jeans and jock, then I took off my jacket and t-shirt. Dad locked the car. I got on all fours in the passenger seat, shuffling around so I my head faced the window and my bubble butt was pointed toward’s Dad’s face. “Beautiful,” Dad whispered. “Beautiful, baby. Shake your ass for Daddy, Justin. Do it.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I shook my ass on all fours, making my bubble butt jiggle and bounce, my beefy meaty behind rocking to and fro. “You want Daddy, don’t you, boy? You like showing off for him?” “Yes, papa,” I whispered, and I blushed even harder. Dad’s car windows were tinted real dark and we were parked in a corner off to the side. But still, I looked around nervously. Kids were getting out of their parents’ cars not even ten meters away. “Daddy never gets tired of this bubble butt,” Dad licked his lips. “So nice and juicy, you look good enough to eat…” He reached over and wrested my buttcheeks apart. I felt Dad’s warm breath as he leaned in and inhaled deeply, basking in the sweet scent of my hairless young ass. He squished my big butt globes, massaging and molesting them with his hands as he stuck his nose between them, sniffing and panting like a hungry dog. “Ah!” I gave a start as I felt something thick and wet glance against my taint. “Dad, what is that?” “Feel good, baby?” The smooth warm wet thing slid against my hole, like a wet gooey snake. “Awww, yes!” “It’s my tongue, son,” Dad said from behind me. “I’m eating your pussy.” “Fuck, it feels amazing!” No one had ever eaten my ass before. Dad had a big, sloppy, girthy tongue, and he used it expertly. “O-oh, man…” I shivered as Dad licked my sphincter. His tongue lashed around, savoring the taste of my young butthole and perineum, my teenage skin not yet musky and dank, but sweet and fresh like candy. I arched my back so Dad could lick deeper. He drove his tongue inside, parting my butt cheeks with his hands as he furiously ate me out. The muscles inside of me were spasming with excitement. “You taste so good, son,” Dad moaned as he lapped at my hole. The sloppy sounds of his saliva against my privates were so erotic, and my boner grew to its full mast. “Ah, Daddy…” “Don’t get too comfortable, boy. I’m just getting you nice and ready for Daddy’s cock. I’m gonna be rough, son. My cock’s itching for a good fuck. Alright…” His face emerged from my ass, gleaming with saliva. I looked around; Dad was undoing his fly and unbuttoning his shirt. He left it on, just in case we had to compose ourselves quickly, but I got a nice view of his strong belly and the nice cleavage in between his hot hairy pecs. “Stay nice and still for Daddy.” Dad undid his pant button and his cock was unleashed like a battering ram. Too big to stick straight up, it swung out like a branch on a mighty tree, quivering in the air. I shivered as it stood out dauntingly, teasing me. He maneuvered himself closer to me, both of us cramped and crouched over in the front of the car. The first bell rang in the distance as Dad positioned himself in front of my butt. His warm hands felt good as he grabbed my goods, kneading them again and pulling them closer to his erect fuckstick. The last thing I was thinking about was math class. “I’m gonna stuff you, boy,” Dad breathed. “Stuff you like a toy, like an animal.” My cock twitched and my mind went cloudy. There were still other kids running around the school parking lot, now late for first period, but my concern for them was lost in a haze of lust as Dad’s touch and the imminence of a good fucking washed over me. I was hypnotized. “Ahhh…” I sighed, drool slipping out of my needy open mouth. “Daddy…” “You are such a sexy boy, Justin. You know Daddy loves you, right?” The tip of his throbbing engorged cock pressed against my hot, wet, hairless asshole. His precum mixed with the natural lubrication that my teenage boypussy oozed, the better to coax inside Daddy’s hard dick. “Daddy loves his sexy boy. He loves you more than Mommy, ok?” “Ahhh, yes, papa…” “Don’t be jealous, son. Daddy will always prefer his smooth little boy over anyone else.” I let out a guttural moan as he added a tiny bit of pressure, his cock head pressing against the barrier of my boyhole. “You have such a tasty fucking boy cunt, son. Now Daddy’s gonna rape it nice and hard, ok?” Slowly, Dad pushed his giant mushroom head into my young pussy. “Ohhh, god!” I groaned, spit dripping from my parted pouty lips as he entered me. “Awww, good boy!” Dad wrapped his big left hand around my neck, and my needy moans were choked back. Dad pushed his ten-inch meat further up my ass. My eyes rolled back into my head as he split me open, the sensation of his oversized penis violating my smooth young love chute making making me vibrate with pleasure. “Fuck, baby, you’re so, so tight…” His cock slowly slithered its way up my rectum, filling me obscenely with his beer can sized girth. “Daddy, go deeper” I gasped. My slutty plea made Dad shiver as he happily obliged. Dad’s girthy hand moved from my neck to my mouth as he began to truly fuck me. My cries of pain were stifled in his fingers as he pumped his cock in and out of my tight slick butthole. The fleshy thud-thud-thud of our lovemaking filled the interior of the car as he railed me. “Ohhh, take it, boy,” Dad growled quietly. He thrusted faster and faster, “God, your pussy feels good…” Smack-smack-smack, fleshy and lewd, I whimpered, “Harder, please!” I needed it. I wanted the pain, the pleasure, every sensation that came along with Dad’s sweet and vicious love. Dad shoved his cock in to the hilt. His groin smacked my fleshy round buttcheeks, and he tightened his grip on my face, squeezing it so I sputtered and choked for air. A car rode up twenty feet away and a girl got out, another sophomore. I recognized her from math class, the one I was skipping so I could get fucked by my dad in his Mercedes. She was carrying her textbook, her notebooks, and her backpack. She didn’t even look our way, and ran around the building towards the entrance, her brown hair bouncing behind her. I watched as her mother drove away, oblivious to the rabid fuckfest taking place just yards from where she’d stopped. “We’re being so naughty, huh?” Dad murmured through clenched teeth. “You like being Daddy’s naughty little toy?” “Yes, papa!” I choked, trying to buck my hips in rhythm with Dad’s thrusts so he would plunder my depths even further. Dad redoubled his assault on my young hole. The car was rocking back and forth now, and I struggled to stay balanced in the front seat. Anyone who saw the car would know exactly what kind of mischief was going on inside. “Aw, baby, yes,” he growled as he lavished in his brutal fucking. Tears ran down my face. Dad was never gentle, but today he was being extra rough. “Dad, you’re going so hard!” “Take it, son. You want this. You want this cock. I know you do, my filthy slut.” SMACK SMACK SMACK My vision was starting to go black as Dad ravaged me. His lustful brutality knew no bounds as he smashed himself into me, unconcerned and uncaring that I was starting to go numb from how violent he was being with his cock. “I’m close, Justin,” he breathed raggedly. He pushed his fingers into my open mouth and I sucked on them in response. Though I was in pain, Dad’s relentlessness stimulation of my prostate was taking a toll on my teenage cock, and I felt the hot bubble of an orgasm shooting up through my dick. “Milk, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I’ll give you milk, baby,” Dad grunted. “I’ll give my son plenty of fresh milk.” With one last gigantic thrust, his cock buried all the way inside my luscious young boy pussy, Dad unloaded his gallons of white hot cum. I felt wave after wave of sticky seed fill up my fresh young cavern. Like whiskey, it warmed me up from the inside. I was a furnace of Dad’s hot love. I let out a big moan, too wrapped up in the sensations of our sex to give a damn about being heard by any stragglers in the parking lot. Dad similarly let out a great big lusty groan as his milk spilled up and into my smooth teen bubble butt. His orgasm burst into me, a tsunami unleashed; my innards felt stretched just from the sheer volume of oozy white liquid Dad was pumping into me. “Aw, son!!!” Dad pulled his ejaculating dick from my hole. It was spilling like a faucet; cum poured from his piss slit continually, like a burst pipe. I had no idea how Dad could store so much cum in his admittedly massive balls. Semen spewed and poured and jetted out of Dad’s engorged cock head. It was spilling on to the expensive leather upholstery, on to the dashboard, on to the carpeted floor. I spun around in the passenger seat and laid down on my back so that my face was underneath of Dad’s balls. He held his cock over my open mouth so that the ongoing jet of hot seed waterfalled on to me. Dad had pumped at least a bucketful of his cum into my butt, and now another bucketful of cum kadıköy travesti poured on to my face. I lapped it up eagerly, not wanting to miss a drop of Dad’s milky protein. My mouth was instantly full, and the excess sperm ran down my jaw, my neck, my smooth round pecs, and then my tight young abs. It dripped like syrup down my stomach and down my groin, slipping on to my throbbing, hard, fifteen-year-old cock like syrup. Finally the geyser subsided and Dad took deep, gasping breaths as he looked down and stared at my lean body. I was covered in his spunk, my face shiny and soaked. I was a vision of a young cum whore, lapping at his Dad’s sex. “Son…” I scooped up some of the spilled creamy jizz that had pooled in my belly button and brought it to my mouth, looking Dad in the eyes. God, his cum tasted good. I’d become such a slut for the stuff. The sweetness mixed with the funky musk was like candy for my young tongue. I put my mouth over his huge bull balls, which were still vibrating like turbo engines. “Aww!!” Dad shivered. He was sensitive after cumming so hard, and my smooth tongue on his spent sex was like jolts of sharp electricity. “Enough, enough!” I slid out from underneath him and sat up in my seat. Cum coated my mouth, and I was bleary eyed and dizzy. My hair was all over the place, and there were globs Dad’s semen there, too. Dad sat down in the driver’s seat. His dick had softened a bit, but I marveled at how it was still a solid eight inches at half mast. His brow was covered in sweat, his shirt soaked through. He’d need to change his clothes before going into work. He looked like he’d just ran a marathon. He looked over at me, naked and covered in his cum, and gave a little smile. I was like a dog, upright at attention, eager to please his master. “C’mere, Justin. On to Daddy’s lap.” I obediently slid over and climbed on top of him. We sat together, both of us facing the windshield, my naked body on top of Dad’s clothed one. His cock was still exposed and it pressed into my butt, slick and half hard. My dick twitched again. “You need to take care of that, son,” Dad motioned towards my erection. “W-what?” “You can’t go around school with a boner, Justin, don’t be dense. Jack off before you clean yourself up and go to class.” “I…” “Here, let me help you,” Dad cooed gruffly, and he put his arms around me so he want holding me tight. I sank deeper into his lap. He rubbed his hands around my bare torso, tweaking my nipples and running fingers up and down my toned abs, slick and wet from Dad’s gigantic sperm explosion. “Awww, Daddy,” I sighed, and I grabbed a hold of my smooth, hard, pulsing erection. “That’s it, son, jerk your cock for Daddy.” I started to stroke myself, feeling warm and safe on Dad’s lap and in his arms. He started to lick my ear, lapping at the cartilage, and then stuffed his tongue down my earhole hungrily. “Daddy,” I sighed again, my voice high from overstimulation. I melted in his arms. I’d never felt love like this before, and as I pumped my cock in my fist, I brought my other hand to my stomach and wiped up some more of his leftover sticky cum. I shoved my fingers into my mouth, savoring in his taste, edging myself closer and closer to climax. Dad kept tonguefucking my ear. His hot breath felt so nice up against my face, it was moist and musky, with hints of the sweetness from when he had rimmed my smooth young ass. His hands molested me, squeezing every bit of my toned young torso he could grab. I’d never felt sexier, more desirable, more loved. “Cum for me, son,” Dad whispered. “Show Daddy how you shoot your milky sweet boy sperm.” It was like he flipped a switch. I gave a short gasp, and then ropes of hot cum erupted from my piss slit. It shot up out of me and on to Dad’s steering wheel, coating it in my adolescent splooge as I writhed in Dad’s lap. “Dad! Awwww Daddy!” “Good, Justin,” Dad murmured into my ear. “Good boy. Keep going! You have more?” “Ah!” I shot a few more jets of thick boy juice, some of it hitting my face, until I finally had no more cum to give. We sat there a while, and I deflated into Dad’s arms, my boy cunt aching from the brutal raping it had receive, my cock happy to have shown him its mighty orgasm. The second bell rang. I had fully missed first period math. “Son, you’re a mess,” Dad said after several minutes. “Here…” He reached around into the glove compartment and got out a small hand towel. “Clean yourself up, boy.” I took the rag from him. I didn’t want to wipe up the cum, the evidence of Dad’s love for me. I liked being covered in the stuff Dad dad had produced to make a baby. To make me… “N-no, Daddy, I don’t want to.” “What?” “I want to keep it. I want to be dirty from you.” He looked at me amused, sneering at my lewdness. “Well, alright,” he smirked. He took the towel from me and dabbed around my mouth and the rest of my face, wiping up the streaky splooge on my neck and in my hair. “At least get around here, boy…” I rolled back on to the front passenger seat after he’d finished and looked around for my clothes. I pulled on my jock, my pants, my t-shirt, and my jacket. I was happy and fulfilled from Dad and I’s hot sex but sad I had to leave him now. He drove me to the front of the building, and I hopped out, barely able to get up the stairs what with the hole Dad had drilled into my bottom with his big hot cock. The rest of the day was sort of a blur. I didn’t pay attention in any of my classes, and was sure I flunked a pop quiz in history – though I usually flunked them even when I was trying to focus anyways. Dad had pumped what felt like gallons of cum into me, and throughout the day it leaked out of me steadily. When I walked down the hall, I felt it: it oozed out of my crack and down the back of my thigh. By fourth period I had a wet spot forming on the back of my jeans. “Justin, sup!” Ricky swaggered up to me as I shoved textbooks into my locker. “Oh, hey, Ricky,” I muttered, averting my gaze. As carefully and surreptitiously as I could, I angled my behind towards the wall so Ricky wouldn’t see my wet ass. “You missed practice last weekend dude,” he drawled, nodding to his other friends as they passed. “What’s up with that?” “Sorry, Ricky,” I looked down at my shoes. Ricky was the team captain. “I… I wasn’t feeling too good, you know?” I couldn’t tell Ricky I had been cooped up, too occupied with getting every drop of cum I could out of Dad’s hot writhing cock to come to practice. “Well, just lemme know next time, bro,” he clapped my on the shoulder and walked away. I breathed a little sigh of relief and closed my locker, wishing the day would just end. More and more jizz leaked from my hole. By fifth period it was getting hard to walk, my smooth hairless thighs slipped against each other, and I ran to the gym bathroom and tried to wipe up the mess, praying no one else would walk in and see me standing in front of the mirror, my pants down. Creamy milky cum coated my entire butt. It had slid down my thighs and calves. There was even some coating my foot. “Oh, man,” I muttered, trying to wipe it all up with paper towels. It was quiet; there were no gym classes happening that period. I looked in the dirty school bathroom mirror, coated in grime, decades old. Slowly, I scooped up a bit of the cum and brought it to my lips and licked. Instantly, I was brought back to the car, back to Dad’s iron grip on my hair as he took me and my pussy as his own, back to basking in Dad’s explosive orgasm. I lowered my pants so that I could grab my cock. I had gotten myself all excited: excited from the slick cum running down my legs and out my hole, excited from the taste of Dad’s hours-old orgasm, excited from the image of myself in the mirror covered in evidence of my naughtiness. I’d been so paranoid all day. It felt good to be alone in the gymnasium bathroom, good to go back to the ecstasy of earlier that morning. “No,” I thought to myself as I grasped my bulging boner. I slipped my jockstrap down so I could hold my teen meat. “No, it’s too risky.” My jock slid down to my knees and I looked in the mirror as I started to slowly stroke my hard hot cock. “Ohhhh boy,” I moaned. Dribbles of cum were still leaking from my ravaged butthole. I reached around and coated in my hand in some of Dad’s spoils and lubed my erection with it, milky and warm. I imagined Dad’s tits as I jerked off. Strong, round, pervertedly big. They were more glorious than any woman’s breasts I’d ever seen. Hairy but still soft and supple. All muscle. I closed my eyes and imagined nursing on Dad’s jutting nipples, slobbering on his meaty breasts until he was ready to feed my hungry soft mouth with milk from his delicious, monstrous, hot cock. “Feed me,” I murmured through parted lips. I jacked my dick faster, lost in the reverie of my fantasy. I was generating some serious heat; the friction of my soft hands on my throbbing shaft felt incredible in the dank humid cold of the tiled bathroom. My breath came out of me hot and fast and my back straightened up as I furiously stroked my cock. “Oh, papa,” I whimpered. My eyes were jammed shut, but in my mind Dad was raping me, emptying his bull balls into my sweet wet pussy and his strong hands holding my jaw and pulling my hair. “Papa, feed me…” My pussy was tingling, and I moved my fingers back down to play with it. Where that stimulation had once been alien, it was now an essential part of my pleasure, the feeling of pressure and invasion in my asshole. “Ohhhhh,” I gasped as I stuck two fingers up my slick, warm bum. Dad’s reserves were up there, and I coaxed my fingers into the pool of hot, viscous, creamy splooge still held inside me. “Oh, Daddy!” My eyes were closed and I was gone, lost inside my thoughts and my arousal. I didn’t notice as the bathroom door opened creakily. “What the…!” “Fuck!” My eyes flew open and I jumped what must have been a foot. There in front me was Coach and Mr. Reed, the assistant P.E. teacher. They were frozen, Coach’s hand still on the door, eyes wide. “Justin, what the hell are you doing!?” “Coach! Coach, I’m sorry, I-” “Are you… jerking off in the bathroom?” “N-No!” I spluttered, my hand still gripping my erect cock. “W-well, I guess, you see…” “Jesus, kid, at least go in the stall or something,” Mr. Reed guffawed, scratching his dark brown hair. I looked up at Coach, me eyes wide and my cheeks red. He wasn’t looking at my face, though. He was looking at my ass. My ass. Covered in cum. Dad’s leftover cum. My face went from red to ghostly white. “Coach. I can explain.” “Was someone else in here with you, Justin?” Coach said lowly. “No, Coach, just me.” “You’ve got… quite a mess on your backside, boy. What have you been getting up to?” “Coach, I can can explain, I-” “Is that… cum?” Mr. Reed peered at the shiny milky mess covering me, crusty old cum mixed with the liquid. “I can explain!” I repeated, panicked. Coach just looked at me, silent. His big arms were crossed over his chest. My back was pressed against the lockers in a sad attempt to hide my cum-covered backside. “I…” I fell silent. I didn’t know what to say. We stood there, awkwardly, my face burning with shame. Mr. Reed was smiling. There was tent forming on the front of his gym shorts, and he pulled at it absentmindedly as he basked in my embarrassment. Coach bit his lip. He looked like he was turning something over in his head, like he was debating with himself. His dark brown eyes flitted and forth. “Fuck it,” he muttered. With two big strides, he came up to me and grabbed my arms. I started in alarm, but Coach was holding me tight and had caught me by surprise. “W-what are you doing?!” “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, kid. Now’s my chance, I guess. Reed, strip him.” His eyes were dark. The same type of dark Dad’s eyes were the first time he fucked me. Mr. Reed strutted up to me and ripped off my t-shirt, followed by tugging off my jock and pants. I was naked in Coach’s hard grip, the cold air hitting my sensitive nipples and armpits. With the skill of the college wrestler he once was, Coach spun me around and pinned me against the wall. My face hit the cold tile with a clang, and I gasped as Coach pushed one hand against my back, holding me still. “W-what are you..?” “Quiet. Stay quiet, kid,” Coach growled. He sounded angry. Not angry like when I fumbled the ball or struck out, but angry like deep rage, a primal rage. “I…” “You’ve been teasing us for the last two years, kid,” Coach snarled. “Flaunting that pretty bubble butt of yours, practically begging for it with that cute face.” He pressed me harder against the wall. It hurt; the pressure of his hands was too much, but Coach held me there uncaring. He was a huge guy, muscular and bulky. I didn’t stand a chance. “Coach, please…” “I thought you were some innocent kid, y’know? Thought it was cute when I’d molest your virginal sweet ass. But now, Justin, now that I know you like going all the way…” “N-no-” “And then I find you in here jerking off. Like some little boy. You can’t control yourself.” “P-please, let me go-” “I talk about with the other teachers, y’know,” Coach growled into my ear, cutting me off. “Don’t we, Mr. Reed?” “Yessir,” Mr. Reed smiled wider. “We all talk about it, Justin. Such a cute boy. With a hot fuckable ass, too.” Coach squeezed his grip even tighter, pulling at my flesh. I gritted my teeth together so I wouldn’t yell out. “We could just bend you over and take you in the middle of the hallway. Gang rape you until you beg for mercy. Even the principal, he wants a piece of you, boy, he told me when I told him about our after school `massages’. How does that sound, Justin? Since I see you like getting fucked like a little girl, I bet you’d like that, huh? All your teachers pumping you full of hot seed?” “Ahh….” my face was pressed hard against cold wall; I couldn’t see Coach behind me, only the bathroom door and Mr. Reed in front of it, his arms crossed his dick growing in his gym shorts. I was violently shaking, afraid of what they were going to do to me. I shivered as his hot breath hit the back of my neck. “I’ve been nice to you, kid. But now that I know you’re a slut, I don’t feel like being too nice.” Without warning, Coach shoved three fingers up my crack and into my tight hole. I shouted out as he violated me, my back arching reflexively as he pushed them as far as his hand would allow. “C-Coach, please!” “I can feel it. Whoever’s load this is. You’re absolutely soaked, even on the inside.” “Please, stop!” “You’ve got some nerve kid, not letting me be the one to pop your little boy cherry. I’ve taken care of you, looked out for you…” He shoved a fourth finger in, and I screamed in pain, my ass, already sore from the brutal fucking Dad had given me earlier, was now being torn apart anew. “You want me to stop, Justin?” “Y-yes, please!” “No you don’t. You’re soaked with cum but I can still feel you getting wet. You want this, huh?” “N-no! Stop…” I sobbed. Tears were running down my face now. If Coach and Mr. Reed fucked me, I’d be ruined. Ruined for Dad. “Your sweet cock says otherwise,” Coach said, reaching around and grabbing ahold of my throbbing erection. I groaned as he squeezed it, and a little shot of precum spattered on to the red lockers, a watery mess that spilled down on to the floor. “You’re hard as a rock, boy. You feel like you’re already gonna shoot your boy load.” “No, please…” “Come here, Mr. Reed. Feel how hard his teen boycock is.” Mr. Reed walked over and grabbed my package from behind. bakırköy travesti He molested it, squeezing my cock head in his palm painfully. “Now that’s a boner,” he said devilishly. “Feels like you want this, huh, Justin? You want us to play with you?” “`Course he does,” Coach gnashed his teeth. “Little slut.” Coach let me go and stepped back. I looked around as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Coach wasn’t as big as Dad, but he was a big, strong man. He was hairy and perpetually sweaty, like an old Italian movie star. His arms were strong and swollen, with pronounced veins and wispy dark hair. Coach was more cut than Dad. He had clearly defined abs, unlike Dad’s strong belly. And he had glorious nipples on his big round pecs, large as saucers and pink. Mr. Reed started to undress, too. He was younger than Coach, maybe ten years his junior. All the girls had a crush on Mr. Reed. He was boyishly handsome, with floppy mahogany hair and round taught muscles. He could’ve been Coach’s younger brother. He was shorter, about five eight, but bulky and bullish. “Poor kid, we’re gonna rape you so good.” Coach smiled, gazing at me. He tore his pants off, his sports briefs, and then his cock was finally released. “Oh-” I gasped, my lips parting in surprise. “Yeah,” Coach nodded at me. “This is gonna hurt, boy. But you’re gonna take it like a champ.” Coach was packing the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Using Dad’s ten-incher as a reference, Coach’s was at least three inches longer. It was slimmer, not as thick and meaty as Dad’s, but still, it looked like a cartoon, like one of those obscene CGI cocks you see in porn ads. A pit rapidly formed in my stomach. I didn’t want Coach to impale me on that monster. “Damn, Bill,” Mr. Reed stared at Coach’s cock. “Didn’t know you were packing THAT much!” “Sure am,” Coach winked. “In fact it’s kinda a problem. The old missuz’s got a real tight pussy. Can’t take me more than every coupl’a months.” “I hear you,” Mr. Reed was taking pants off now, revealing a fat sizable nine inches himself. “Me and my girl used to fuck like rabbits. But ever since we had the baby, she ain’t got time for fuckin’.” He stroked his engorged penis a few times. It was pink and soft, unlike Coach’s veiny monster, kind of like mine. The tip was shiny and almost crimson, it looked wet and raw. “So you see, Justin,” Coach stepped toward me again. I recoiled in fear, cuddling the wall and closing my eyes. “You gotta help us out. Two guys who ain’t got no pussy in months.” “Yeah, kid,” Mr. Reed came up next to me. He slid his hand down my torso, feeling up my lithe toned frame, tweaking my nipples and cupping my pecs. He’d never touched me before, and was eager to feel me up. “Help us out with that nice juicy butt of yours.” “Please,” I cried, fat tears stinging my face. “Please just let me go.” “Go on,” Coach nodded to Mr. Reed, ignoring me. “Rape him.” “You sure?” Mr. Reed licked his lips. He moved his hands back around to my ass, and rolled my buttcheeks around, savoring the fleshy meatiness of my prized asset. “Do it,” Coach growled. “Treat him like the slut he is.” “Alright then,” Mr. Reed said, and Coach stepped back so he could position himself behind me. “Please!” I begged. “No…” “Fuck, kid, you are one hot specimen,” Mr. Reed’s cock was emanating a blast of heat that burned my bare skin. His hard throbbing dick was centimeters from my crack. He reached around me again and held my upper body, running his hands up and down, up and down. “Whoever got a piece of you before us is a real lucky bastard.” He pushed his cock against me, holding my sides so I’d stop shivering so violently. “You’re still leaking cum,” he muttered as he parted my cheeks with his cock, pushing it deeper towards my pussyhole. “So nice and wet, boy.” “He gets wet like a bitch,” Coach nodded. He was looking on, slowly stroking himself. “Easier for me,” Mr. Reed said, and with that he shoved his dick inside of me with one giant thrust. I screamed out, but he quickly wrapped a hand over my mouth, muffling my sobs of pain as he began his assault on my wet cunt. “Fuck, boy! Fuck! God, you feel good, so nice and tight.” “Is he good?” Coach asked hungrily. “Is his boypussy good?” “Amazing,” Mr. Reed said between hard thrusts. “It’s like fucking a ripe peach. A nice warm one.” “Damn, hurry up with him so I can get a piece!” Mr. Reed pounded me doggy style, ungentle and uncaring. I was a hole to him, a sweet young hole. I cried, holding the wall for support as he rocked me from behind, my cock swaying back and forth and up and down. “Look at him,” Coach sneered. “Look at how he’s arching his back like a woman. He likes it.” Mr. Reed laughed back and moved his hands to my hips so he could pump into me faster. The steady thumping of his cock against my interior canal was so painful I could hardly see; the soreness of Dad’s earlier invasion screamed with resistance to this new intruder. I could only gasp and sob as my sphincter was stretched to it gaping limit. “Give me a try,” Coach panted, edging his cock with fingers. “C’mon Reed, my turn.” “Alright,” Mr. Reed gasped. He withdrew his steely cock from me with a giant slurp, and I let out a little moan as his mushroom head exited my quaking hole. Coach swapped with him behind me. His hulking presence made me shiver as his bigger, stronger hands took hold of my body. I was familiar with these hands; they’d spent hours after school probing me, massaging me, stretching me. “Oh, Justin,” Coach groaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long, kid. So long…” He pressed his gargantuan penis against the base of my hole. How he was going to fit that monster inside of my already gaping pussy… I didn’t want to think about it. “Coach, please…” I whimpered, trying one last time to wrench myself away, but he held me firmly. “Calm down, kid,” Coach wrapped his arms all the way around me. He brought me against him, my back against his hairy torso. The warmth of his body felt good against my shivering flesh; I exhaled shakily and brought my hands to meet his, this man who’d known me for all of high school. “Take it, boy. Just exhale. Take it.” Slowly he pressed his cock into me. My insides shrieked as Coach wormed his footlong meat up my anus, Dad’s cum lubricating the way for him. “Oh, Coach!” I groaned, pressing myself into him, holding on to him for dear life. “That’s it, kid,” Coach stuck a finger into my mouth, swirling it around inside my cheek. “Let Coach rape you; that’s a good boy. Let him in. That’s it, boy.” Once he had pushed himself in to the hilt, he began thrusting, slow at first, little jerking thrusts that prodded what felt like my intestines. I felt like I was going to burst, like you would see his cock pressing against the walls of my stomach. With each little push, my cock jerked too, bouncing lewdly as I gasped and gulped, unable to speak from the overwhelming pain and feeling. “He took it!” Mr. Reed marveled, jacking his dick off to the side. “Damn, he really took it!” Coach held me close and tight in his arms as he fucked me. He didn’t speak, but breathed into my neck, savoring every sensation that came with every push and pull of his cock inside my cunt. I moaned with pleasure as his veiny shaft rubbed my prostate; Coach was like a ribbed toy in human form, coaxing intense and amazing feelings out of me that I’d never felt. “Coach, ahhhh…” I breathed, my voice high and girlish as he held me like a doll. “Coach, this… feels… oh, fuck…” He was fucking an orgasm out of me, his supreme meaty penis edging me ever closer to oblivion. The veins of his shaft, the pulsing of blood gushing into his love rod, it was all hitting just right. He was breathing fast, rubbing his pants over my smooth round pecs. “Your tits, boy,” he growled. “Ah your tits feel so good.” He molested my chest, tweaking my fair pink nipples and grabbing indiscriminately at my muscular beefy breasts, increasing the velocity of his hips as he fucked me harder and harder. The pain had given way to a great, erotic numbness, until I could only feel the pulsing at my p-spot and the spearing of my guts as Coach dug deeper and deeper inside with his engorged dick. “Fuck, this is hot,” Mr. Reed gulped, fisting his cock hard. “Jesus Christ, this is hot!” Coach and I were one as he took me for all that I had. I was his prey, his thirteen inches of pure man meat up me like a lance. I’d only ever been fucked Dad; this was different. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t affection. It was pure man on man animal behavior. Coach was rearing me like a wild beast, his grunts and spit spraying me with his pheromones. I was powerless but to give in to the forces of nature, to relish in it, even. It felt like his dick was pushing my own cock upwards, some magnetic pulse that brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Coach!” I gasped. “Coach, I think I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah, boy?” Coach rasped, moving his big girthy hairy hand to my neck. “You need to burst?” “Yes, Coach!” “Then do it, boy, and don’t hold back. Make a big filthy mess with that boy cum!” Within seconds I was shooting a stream of milky adolescent sperm on to the wall and floor. It was like I was pissing cum. Instead of little shots it was a continuous stream: a milky long ribbon of teenage boy jizz exploded out of me, coaxed on by Coach’s demon of a dick ravaging my insides. “Fuck!” Mr. Reed yelled, and he unloaded too. He shot a giant wad of splooge into the air like a cannon ball, a big fat ball of pure white semen, and it hit the ground with a splash, mixing in with my fresh load. Coach was nearing his limit as well. He was assaulting me with the ferocity of a motor engine, slapping his groin hard against my pillowy butt, the flesh-on-flesh claps ringing around the bathroom. His breath was ragged like a dog, his sweat mingling with mine, salty and musty. “Here it is, kid,” he growled, showing no mercy with his titanic thrusts. “I’m gonna breed you like a little girl. You want me to breed you like a little girl?” “N-no!” I howled, fresh tears forming as his dick tore my skin and my innards. “Please, Coach! Not inside me!” There was something unspoken about my pussy. It belonged to Dad. He’d never said it, but I knew. The thought of someone’s else’s sperm inside of my sacred hole made me blue with fear and shame. I didn’t want Coach in there, soiling me with his foreign love. I pushed against him, trying to extricate myself, but his cock was like a plug, and I couldn’t escape him. “Too late, boy” Coach spat at me. “I’m gonna get you pregnant like the bitch you are.” “No, please!” “Ah-ah… here it is! Here it is!” Coach held my hips as he pumped his load into me, violating me with his milk. I felt his creamy cum roar into me, stretching my insides even further as he impregnated me with his huge hot orgasm. “Oh, FUCK!!!” “Coach! Ahhhh!!! Oh, Coach!” My eyes rolled back as his warm gooey spendings enveloped me. Fuck, if it didn’t feel like heaven. The familiar overwhelming pleasure of a good breeding made my spent dick twitch and my brain hotwire as I moaned greedily, arching my back so more of Coach’s protein cream would fill me up like an infusion. Coach fell back, panting. His dick fell out of me and I dropped to the floor like a damp rag. I fell into a puddle of cum: mine, Mr. Reed’s, Coach’s that had gushed from my too-full cunt. I reflexively opened my mouth and licked some of it from the musty tile floor, the mixture of our brutal fuck. Mr. Reed walked over to Coach and clapped him on the back. “Damn, Bill. You really fucked him up good.” Coach chuckled gruffly, “He was begging for it.” “Look at him. Think he’ll ever walk again?” “Shit. And he was one of my best players, too.” They found their clothes and pulled them on quickly, trying to wipe up any smears of evidence on their exposed arms and legs. The final bell rang. The school day was over. I couldn’t move. I lay motionless on the floor, my nostrils flaring at the pungent smells of sex, manly musk, and sweat. The shock of what we’d done washed over me, and new tears threatened to spill from my wide eyes. Mr. Reed found my jockstrap and wrenched it on to me. He pulled my jeans on to my legs, laughing amusedly as he put them over my ruined ass. “Jeez, kid, you’re wrecked.” Coach nudged me into a sitting position and pulled my t-shirt over my head. He then hooked his hands under me and pulled me up, draping me over his shoulder like a used-up corpse. “I’ll drive you home, Justin.” We walked out of the bathroom, out of the gym, into the hallways towards the exit. Kids were packing their backpacks at their lockers, getting ready to go home. They looked at us confusedly, a few mouthing “what the fuck” as Coach carried me out. A few teachers stood in their classrooms doorways, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could swear I saw the male teachers give Coach a little smirk, a wink, even a thumbs up. “Nothing to see here,” Coach drawled as he carried me past the gaping crowds. “Just a little sports injury.” We walked through the side entrance and out to Coach’s car. He set me down in his front seat as Mr. Reed took his leave, walking over to where his red Camry was parked off towards the other side of the parking lot. “See you later, kid!” he called out, raising his hand in farewell. He gave a little laugh and nodded goodbye to Coach. As he drove me towards home, I quietly looked out the window. My ass throbbed painfully. The idea of walking seemed unbearable. We had a big game on Saturday. I doubted I could even play. I wondered what Coach would tell the rest of the team about my absence. “You okay, kid?” Coach asked, one hand on the steering wheel. He was in good spirits, glancing over at me every few minutes with a little sneer. “Y-yeah,” I murmured, moving my eyes to my feet and crossing my arms. I was sticky with cum, and I reeked of it, too. I prayed that Dad wasn’t home from work yet. I had no idea what I was going to tell him. Would I even tell him? I felt like I had cheated on him. I had! It’s not like we were dating, really. But I was Dad’s. I wanted to be his. And I had betrayed him. “Justin,” Coach said, rounding a corner. “Who fucked you earlier?” I looked up at him, surprised. Of course he wanted to know. But there was no way I could tell him the truth. “N-no one. A stranger.” “A stranger?” “Yeah. I saw him… online. He, like, met me in the park by school.” Coach peered at me, looking unconvinced. “I see. And have you been doing this for long?” “What, Coach?” “Getting fucked by random strangers in public parks?” I looked down again, holding my hands together and feeling small, “N-no. I was just curious. I… I won’t do it again.” Coach was silent as he continued driving. He looked like he didn’t believe me, and I was sure my lie was unconvincing. I’d never been the type of boy to do something so rash, so brazen. Coach knew me well. He knew I was fibbing. “Y’know you can an open book with me, right kid?” He said after a moment. We were on my block now, approaching my house. “You don’t need to be shy.” “Okay, Coach,” I muttered, my butt throbbing painfully. “I… I’m sorry.” We pulled up to my house and I hurriedly inched my way out of the front seat, wincing as I stepped out of the car. Coach leaned out of the driver’s seat window as I walked away from him and towards my front door, my body screaming with each step. “Hey! Kid!” I looked back, “Yeah?” “Let’s do this again, yeah?” Coach winked. I gave a little halfhearted smile back and a small wave and watched as Coach drove away, feeling confused. His car disappeared around the corner as the sun set on my suburban block, the golden light mixing with the purple of the darkening clouds. I walked up our driveway, nervous for what was to come and what more was in store for me in this new world of desire. TO BE CONTINUED. Stay tuned for Part 3

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