Father and Son
Queer, isn't it, that both Father and
Son are Gay? Queerer still is that
the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ.
Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought
it happened on a business trip.
He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't
started Meds. Ideal candidate for
a Stealth Pozzer or
what?
He told me about it while we were
chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA.
He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more
ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but
never at their house.
Junior recognized me immediately; and,
after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint
of Lust in those baby blues.
To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing
him of late. Be that as it
may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad
and Son.
I got the Kid's attention by playing
with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's
Piss Slit to get him oozing once again.
Pretty soon the stage was set.
I moved behind the Boy and started
rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to
try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really
started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit
began to polka dot my Cock.
Reluctantly I turned my attention back
to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad,
I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and
almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me.
Suddenly he let out a gasp; his
resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and
free will. I could tell the way
his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close.
To cinch the deal I whispered in his
ear, "Yeah,
Daddy, fuck that Ass!
You know some Dude is bound to POZ his
Butt. Better if it cums from
you. Same Strain… same
Meds.... Here’s your chance to
help your Boy. Seems like you'd be
savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass."
You could see a Battle Royale in
progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked
simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass
Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG
Cunt. Falling victim to his own
concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son.
Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my
fill. I rammed my Rod back in the
Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm
to the Brew. Meanwhile the
oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the
enormity of what we'd done.
While there is nothing better than
breeding a NEG
Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy
may have POZZED
his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.