BBC: Like Son, Like Father

"Come kneel on all fours next to your son," Jamal ordered.

I crawled over, giving one more example of my utter obedient submissiveness.

"Hi, son," I said, oddly casual for the circumstance, looking at him as he whimpered from the hard fucking.

"Hi, Dad," he whimpered.

"I get it now," I told him again as I felt my pantyhose being ripped apart.

"I know," he said.

"I mean it," I said. "I understand you had no control over this. It doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong."

"It does?"

"Yes," I nodded, as I felt wetness being poured on my ass. Thankfully they were going to lube me up. I understood this was likely going to hurt quite a bit at first. "You've accepted who you are, and that's tough for a man at any age."

"I guess," he said, as he looked to see who was behind me and grinned.

"I'm serious," I continued, as a finger poked into my virgin hole. I didn't look back, but only I twitched at the slight pain as the finger slid inside me. "And you've helped me discover my true self."

Then as he was sodomized by a BBC and I was sodomized by a finger... no, two of them now... wiggling around inside me, we had a strange father-son moment. "I... love... you... Dad."

It took a long time for him to say, as now he was really getting hammered.

"I love you too, son," I replied as the strange sensation of fingers in my ass had my cock remaining hard as fuck.

"Oh God, fuck me harder," Ben moaned, closing his eyes. "Let Daddy see how big a faggot I am."

"You're a great big BBC faggot," I assured him, knowing this superlative compliment would enhance his pleasure the same way it would enhance mine.

"Oh yes, Daddy," Ben whimpered, seeming to be close to coming, which seemed impossible since his cock wasn't being touched at all.

"You're a great big cock sucker for black cock," I continued, "a sissy ready to be spit-roasted by every BBC you see, even in front of your gorgeous white blacked girlfriend, even in front of your blacked Daddy."

"I couldn't agree more! It certainly is pretty fucking hot, Mr. Barry," Amy said right in my ear, as I suddenly learned whose fingers were in my ass: my son's girlfriend's!

"Is he gaped?" Jamal asked.

"As well as possible for your cock, Mr. Jamal," Amy reported.

"How would you like to fuck your future Daddy-in-law?" Jamal asked.

"You mean peg him? That would be lots of fun," Amy replied enthusiastically.

"Amy pegged your son for the first time tonight," Jamal revealed.

"Take it all, faggot," Ben's guy grunted and assumedly came in his ass.

"Yes!" Ben screamed in a high-pitched feminine voice I would never guess could emerge from his lips.

I saw cum spurting onto the carpet.

My son had just come... no hands!... from getting ass fucked.

Wow!

I didn't know that was even possible.

As I took it all in, I felt a cock poking at my back door.

I turned back and said, "Fuck me like you fuck my son."

"It's going to hurt," Jamal warned.

"Coach used to always tell me no pain, no gain," someone said.

"Just slam it in," I said, desperate to feel a cock... Jamal's cock... in my ass. Getting sodomised must be amazing, if my son could come from it.

"As you wish," Jamal said, as he thrust all the way in and I screamed.

"Holy fuck!" I bellowed, feeling fire burning inside me.

"Told you," Jamal said, looking a little concerned for me.

"Just relax, Daddy," Ben advised, as I looked up and saw another guy was now fucking him. "It gets really good eventually, but it's important to relax." The son was tutoring the father in anal.

"Okay," I said, grinding my teeth as Jamal began slowly pumping his ten-inch cock in and out of me... tearing my ass apart.

Mrs. Martens ordered, "Amy, come and eat out my holes. They have some yummy cream pies all for you."

"Yes Mistress Martens," Amy replied, and scurried over to the school principal, who opened her legs to reveal cum leaking from both holes.

"All the cheerleaders are my cunt-licking sluts," she informed me... that somehow making more sense than her being only a BBC slut exclusively.

"Lucky girls," I responded, still through gritted teeth, the pain not yet fading away.

"Oh God, Daddy, this black cock is so fat," Ben moaned.

"Take it like a good faggot," I said.

"Just like you, Daddy," he moaned, my son an insatiable ass slut.

"Just like you, son," I countered as a subtle pleasure began building inside me... my cock, which had become flaccid during the initial pain began to harden again.

"Take it all, Daddy, take all of that BBC," Ben encouraged me.

"It's beginning to feel good," I moaned.

"Another white bottom discovers his true calling," Jamal laughed as he began fucking me harder.

"Yes, pound my faggot hole," I moaned, wanting to be used like a cheap slut.

"Yes, pound Daddy's cunt," Ben added, thoroughly enjoying the sight of my getting used.

"You like watching your Dad become a sissy?" I asked.

"It's so hot, but you're not my Dad, you're my slut Daddy!" Ben agreed.

"Watching you get ass fucked is hot too," I said, the weirdest father-son bonding conversation in the history of the world.

"Biggest faggots ever," someone laughed.

"Oh God yes," I moaned, the pleasure inside me building... the pain fading almost totally by now.

"Oh yes, harder," Ben said, although I'm unsure whether he was saying it to Jamal or to the guy fucking him.

"Yes, fuck both our faggot holes," I agreed.

And for a few minutes we were each pounded.

We each whimpered like sluts.

We each got rock hard again.

We each begged to be fucked harder... rougher... deeper.

Then I could feel my balls boiling.

My cock aching.

And as Jamal grunted and deposited a load in my ass, I did the seemingly impossible... I came too.

"Wow, just like his son! He came from getting ass fucked," someone said.

"They really are true faggots," Albert laughed.

"For BBC," I agreed weakly as cum kept spewing out of my cock and Jamal finished in my ass.

"Oh God," Ben groaned, as his own alpha male destroyed his asshole.

As Jamal pulled out, I could feel cum leaking out of my ass before a different cock slid into my mouth and another into my ass... my first spit-roast... my first of many.

I swallowed three more loads.

I had two more deposited in my ass.

And then it was over.

Ben and I got into his car... Ben sober this entire time... me too, now.

Amy went home with Mrs. Martens and some black college girl.

I asked, "Is it weird that I'm still craving more?"

"Nope," he said. "Now you'll always be craving BBC."

"Shit," I said as I felt cum leaking out of my gaping asshole.

"But don't worry," Ben said as he pulled out his phone. "This app will get us BBC whenever we crave it."

"I'm still craving it," I said.

"Not a problem. Let's see if there's any black cock out there looking for a matched set of cock suckers," Ben said.

"Please do, son," I said.

A minute later he reported, "There's an available BBC ten miles from here."

"Then I guess we have one more stop before going home," I joked.

"Only one?"

"Well, at least one," I laughed as he pressed Accept and the GPS guided us on our way.

That night... we shared two more BBC's... and began our new life as a father-son BBC cock-sucking, ass-taking team.

THE END