Family Values
Remember the duo, the Father and Son,
both Gay? Daddy got POZZED; and, at my urging, bred his Son. Oh, I never told you about that? I keep meticulous notes. Click here.
Last summer the Kid instant-messaged me
that he'd been POZZED. After mumbling a few sympathetic
expletives, I asked if he'd yet told his Dad.
"No."
I suggested he do so immediately. If he wanted, I'd drop by to smooth
things over.
He replied he was glad to have such a
good friend, since many Gays, once they've fucked your Ass and sucked your Cum,
want nothing more to do with you.
"That's just not me," I lied
through my teeth. I'd already
screwed him several times, hoping to impregnate him. The only reason I bothered with the two of them was their unique
relationship.
To give himself time to spill the
beans, he invited me over for lunch.
When I got there, the atmosphere was so thick you could have cut it with
a knife. His Dad had confessed he, too, was POZ. Daddy vowed to help Sonny get the best
Meds their insurance would buy.
The Kid seemed relieved, but still hadn't figured out it was good old
Dad who'd bugged his Ass.
While Dad was outside messin' with the
grill, I was inside stirrin' up the pot. "Was Daddy POZ the last time he fucked you?"
Suddenly it dawned on him. "Ohmygawd, it was Dad who POZZED me!"
he spouted just as Dad came through the door.
All this Oedipus stuff was gettin' to
me. To lighten up a bit, I started rubbing Daddy's crotch. When we were both rock hard, I went
down on him, pushing Junior down on mine. Things got hotter; and, to a chorus of a dozen "Oh, Yeah’s!” we stripped and tossed our garments
helter-skelter. As I finger-fucked
their red hot Asses, Daddy knelt to suck his Boy. I urged Junior to reciprocate. My reconciliation strategy was to get Sonny so aroused that
any lingering resentment toward his Dad would be overcum by Liquid Lust.
"Yeah, Junior, suck Daddy's
Cock! Wisht I hadda Kid
would wrap his lips around my Dick."
While leaning over Junior to kiss
Dad, I repeatedly brushed my
Butthole over the Kid's hard Rod, and whispered in his ear, "I'd love for you to
breed me, Baby, now that you got that special Gift to share."
My brazen solicitation, coupled with
the proximity of my Mancunt to the Faggot's Pole, got his attention real
fast. He had the same conflicted
look that Daddy had the night he POZZED his Son.
Lacking an affirmative response, I set
my sights on Good Old Dad. After
breeding his own Kid, I figured I'd be child's play. I figured right.
The next thing I knew he was poundin'
his cigar-shaped Dick past my tight Ass Lips. Since I'd been toppin' the last few years, I figured it was
gonna sting a bit. I leaned over,
kissing Junior, and whispered in his ear, "Like watchin' Daddy fuck
my Ass? You into sharin' the
family jewels, too?"
The Kid let it all hang out. It was kinda hard to conceal his Lust,
since he had a raging eight-inch Boner. He was getting all horned up just
watching Dad and me.
The O.M. started panting and picked up
the pace, relishing the silky feel of my slimey Ass Juices on his Shaft.
"Yeah Daddy. Fuck my Ass!
POZ my Butt!"
He hollered and spasmed for the next
five minutes. Junior was agog. As
Dad collapsed back on the couch, I climbed atop the Youth.
"Wanna finish the job your Daddy
started? I want YOUR
Load!"
I pushed him back against a pillow and
lowered my cum-drenched Mancunt on his Tool.
"Feel Daddy's Seed in me?"
With Daddy wrenching the Boy's Nips,
the Kid gyrated frantically as I rode his cum-slimed Rod.
"YEAH, KIDDO!
GIMME A LOAD OF TOXIC
JIZM. I NEED IT BAD!"
I knew he couldn't hold off for long—fucking
my tight Pussy already overflowing with Daddy's Spooge. I
worked my Ass up and down his Candle Stick. It was too much for the little Faggot. At the same time he erupted inside me,
I shot my Load all over my chest.
Daddy licked it off and shared it with his Son in a long, deep,
lingering kiss. Their reconciliation was complete.
I thanked them both for breeding me and
told them I'd get back to them.
Dad gave me the biggest hug. "Welcome to family, Son." The Kid
winked we'd get together soon.
Wrong! I marked it on my calendar. Three months to the day I
emailed them and misled them into believing I'd just tested POZ.
At least there's one family in America knows what Family Values really mean.