Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:34:01 -0700 (PDT) From: sammy garvin Subject: Little Jakie Likes Butt - 7 Mitch D'Amico had stepped back into his tightie-whities and was making a break to get the fuck out of his parents' bedroom and away from this weird scene. But then he saw, out of the corner of his eye, his little fireplug of a brother, Troy, climb on top of his Pops' back as if he were gonna beat the snot out of him. The worked-out power-lifting douchebag straddled him with his tree-trunk thighs and put the old man in a vein-popping headlock with his massive guns. His dick was still boned up and it was practically flattened against the old man's hairy back as he struggled to keep his balance on his knees. His own fifteen-year-old girlfriend, Jill, had massaged his dad's depleted prick back to fat, veiny tumescence and was pulling her hair back as if she were gonna bob for cock like the chickenhead she truly was . This was so fucked on so many levels, Mitch thought. His bare-assed big bro was practically riding his pops on his mom and dad's bed and his own fucking bitch of a girlfriend couldn't keep her slack mouth or juicy little Brazilian-waxed snatch off the old man! He was gonna have to fuck some sense into her for sure. Meanwhile, His brother's ass was weirding him out something fierce. In all the years the two had lived together, he had never seen Troy's butt, deep, dark and fuzzy anal-cleft and all, spread like a cheap whore as his bulldog ballsac dangled and jiggled below while he crouched like a Sumo wrestler astride his dad. He was mostly disgusted by this nasty visual also kind of horned up at the same time. The thought occurred to him that that elastic hole could easily accommodate his fuckstick (The girth of your average TroyTurd could choke a horse) and the guy could squat 5 -7 reps three times his weight so there's no doubt that massive hydraulic ass could squeeze a scalding load of balljuice from his sensitized throbber...ahh! Don't even think about it...he had to remember, Troy's egg farts could also clear Penn Station...what if the square-headed moron's virgin guts couldn't take all that maniacal pounding as his little bro drilled those massive globes for the nutbust of a lifetime...what if he cramped and ripped one of those sulphuric Belsen gassers...*gag* *retch* Mitch squinched his eyes shut and shuddered. Better off sticking to pussy. Mitch grabbed Jill by the arm just as she engulfed Leon D'amico's hot prong with her luscious, cock-hungry Maybelline mouth. The old man's legs buckled at the soft and wet sensation and he fell back on the bed under the weight of his oldest son. His turgid corona popped out of the High School Sophomore's needy suckhole with a wet sucking noise. "Fuck!" Leon rasped. "Ohmigod!" she whined as Mitch yanked her up off the floor. "What thefuck?" Jakie made a run for it as the couple charged the door. He could barely breathe from all that he saw and his aching pecker bounced stiffly in his snug little briefs as he scrambled down the steps. He couldn't wait to get to his pillow so he could hump it. Troy was now sitting on his dad and he took the opportunity to pleasure himself lewdly on the fine matted hairs of his sweaty, beefy back. He scooted up and tea-bagged the back of Leon's thickset neck as he reached back behind him and pinned his father's arm painfully against the upper regions of his straining back . "How ya like that, you pervy old fuck you?" Leon groaned as the kid dropped his big widespread asshams on his upper back and shoulders. As strong as the fifty-two year old ex-athlete was, there really wasn't much he could do to stop whatever this powerhouse was about to do. Troy dismounted his dad, grabbed his disabled arm with both hands and flipped him over on his back. He then straddled his head, pretending to wipe his ass on the old man's face as he jacked this twitching cock. "Like that?" Leon could do nothing but breathe in the musky funk of his oldest boy's unwashed butt and muffle an unintelligible response. Troy wiggled his hind end around on the old man's scratchy muzzle like a bratty little 210 lb. kid. His lush, unblemished glutes blushed an angry hue of red. "I got pics of all the jailbait action that went down here this morning. You could wind up in prison with all the evidence I got!" Leon struggled for breath under the smothering weight of buttmeat as the earthy, lived-in tang of his least favorite boy's sweat-damp crack assaulted his senses. Troy ground his tawny, moist pucker into his dad's grimacing mouth and then cinched it for dramatic effect. The kid was a punk, through and through. "Go ahead, lick it. You know you want to. I won't show all the Father's Day fun you had today to mom and you lick me and like it, deal?" All at once, they heard the electric garage door rumble open downstairs followed by whining brakes and sputtering motor of Ma D'Amico's Honda Accord as it pulled in. She was home from Staten Island, much earlier than expected. Jill splashed her face and pussy with warm, soapy water as Mitch dropped his briefs one more time and sidled up behind her. She mewed like a cat in heat and then pouted as she twitched her pert little backside at the throbbing schlong that hot-dogged her toast from behind. She loved the hair that coated Mitch's muscular legs because they tickled her tanned, smooth skin so gently. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he could be so cuddly sometimes...just like a bearcub. Presently, he was being a shit; all aggressive, fuckhappy and entitled. Then they heard the garage door open. Shit! Deb was home! If Mitch was gonna fuck some sense into his whore of a girlfriend he'd better be quick about it. He had three-days worth of spunk on board and he was going to milk himself inside this bitch, hang the consequence. He bent her over the basin and spread her legs with his knee. "Oh, I don't think so. Your dad did the job already, buddy boy." She protested. "Shut the hell up." He seethed into her ear. "So fat cocks run in the family,eh?" She sneered. "Hey! I love the shit out of you you ignorant slut and now we're gonna fuck so keep your trap shut, ya hear me?" He bent his dick down to angle up into her drizzly snapper, now flushed like a ripe Georgia peach. He bum-rushed her gash with a punishing stab to her slit and steadied her with his big, clumsy paws which nearly encompassed her flat little tummy. "Unh!" He skinned his lips back with feral pleasure. She was fucked up to the very tips of her toes. "Ew shit that smarts." She sighed. She watched herself writhe and moan like a girl gone buck wild while he fucked like a bull in rut from behind. "Zip it, bitch! Mom's home!" "Oh stop crying you retard and fuck me like your dad." He banged her hard and fast, pounding her puss into vealmeat as the vocalized her pleasure wordlessly from deep within her throat. They heard ol' lady D'Amico schlep groceries in from the garage. "Anybody home?" She hollered from the kitchen. He was truly deep-dicking now but fought the urge to pull out and stick it up her sweet little ass. Sweat trickled down his forehead, down his cheeks and then dripped off of his square, clenching jaw. Droplets broke on the small of her tapered back. He had to slow down or he was gonna pop-off right then and there and he had to try out that tight little butt of hers. He brought down the pace by pulling all the way out, pinching the head to stave off a hasty squirt, nudging his dickhead in between the slobbering folds and then burying his hog ball-deep inside her. "I could use some help with these groceries!" Mitch terror alert level was blaze orange. He could hear the mattress practically bounce off the frame from within the depths of his parents' bedroom. What the fuck could they be doing in there? "Guys?" Deb D'Amico called out to apparently nobody. Apollo, their dopey German Shepherd bounded into the kitchen from Jake's room off the laundry galley. She scratched behind her favorite dawgie's ears and set about bringing in the rest of the groceries with a sigh of resignation. Jake lay on his bed, his unders down around his knees, as his mom brought in bags and bags of groceries. Just minutes before, his little ankles had been behind his ears as his big dumb goof of a dog lapped at his pink, hairless little asshole as if a T-Bone were buried up there. To be honest, the tongue was kinda scratchy and rough but that wet nose rooting around in his butt felt like heaven. He was about to reach out and touch Apollo's swollen juicy wang when mom walked through the door and all the fun ended. He was surprised that the doogie's big flappy tongue was able to punch through his squinched little pooper. He wondered if his dad and the policeman had broke his butt when they screwed him as if he were a girl. Now he was all horned up and tingly and he felt like if he didn't find a grown-up dink to play with he was going to explode. First he had to get dressed and show himself to his mom or else she was bound to get curious and she was sure to discover all the dirty playtime happening upstairs. Leon D'Amico desperately fought the urge to tongue-fuck his son's winking asshole as it grazed his dimpled chin, doughy nose and his thin, skinned-back lips. Although he was high on the boyish stink of his son's squat-rack worked jungle rump, he didn't want to give the fucker the satisfaction of submitting to his demands. And now his wife was home. As boned-up as he was, he had to put this thing to bed. Leon struggled and the more he struggled, the more Troy worked his tight ass into his pops' surly wop mug. "I'm gonna spooge all over you whether you like it or not." The younger D'Amico chuckled. "Yeah, I'm gonna soak you, old man." Troy turned to face the headboard for the purpose of teasing old man D'Amico's mouth with his ripe scrotum. "Open your mouth, dad." "Keep quiet you fucking meathead. Your mother's in the house." 22 year-old Troy D'Amico's cock flexed as the felt the warm tingle of his father's breath against his sac. Troy's massive thighs pinned the old man's ears against his head and the full weight of his ass came to rest on his pops' huffing hairy chest. He grinned his devlish, gap-toothed grin and draped his plump, cooling balls on his pops' grizzled chin. With his calloused right hand, he worked a bead of amber pre-cum out the piss-slit of his formidable prong then he barely dipped it between the old man's churlish lips. Instinctively, his tongue flicked out to lick the offending goo away and a viscous string lingered, drooping pendulously between dickhead and tongue. "Like that do you? Want some more?" He hissed with some contempt. "I'm gonna beat your motherfucking punk ass." "You're gonna lick me like a bitch or I'm gonna bust you bigtime. Got that?" Troy rose up on his knees and eased the very tip of his dick into the wetness of his father's barely gaping maw. "Troops?" Deb bellowed innocently enough from the foot of the stairs. Once again, his father's tongue swiped away the drool that welled at the yawning cleft of his boy's dick. Now although Troy had been the recipient of many, many hummers, the sensation of warm, wet mouth nursing on his junk always took him right back to his very first suck. At age 13, crazy old geriatric cat-lady Myra Kazin across the street had taken him up to her musty old attic, got down on her rickety knees and then gummed him to premature ejaculation as she felt up his deeply dimpled teen-age rear. She gulped the thick globs of boy-pudding like a malnourished fiend, licked her lips lasciviously, yanked up his jeans brusquely and then sent him on his way with a handful of oatmeal cookies and five dollars. Since that theretofore unforeseen event, something about a blowjob struck him as especially dirty, like assplay with a boyhood buddy in the woodshed. As Pops D'Amico hovered nearly three-quarters of his erection into his damp, suckling mouth, Troy's jaw dropped and he exhaled mightily, eyeballs popping and rolling back into his skull. As Pops lay prone between those two blockbuster thighs, that stinking, fevered dick coated his tonsils and his throat with pungent nutbrown syrup. Pops was in a pickle for sure, but on the other hand, his oldest was now vulnerable in his mouth. He was going to bring him to the brink and let him freefall into the asskicking of his soon to be all too brief lifespan. The old man grasped his master's meaty, shuddering flanks and pulled him completely into his mouth. Troy trembled and quaked as his own father gorged himself on dick. Tongue and velveteen cheekmeat massaged his straining, petrified penis, hellbent on exacting a load from the product of his very own DNA. The stocky young Italian-Jewish drywall entrepreneur was in a complete state of shock. His dad was sucking his cock and doing a bang-up job of it! It occurred to him: Of course! His fuckhead of a father was freaking him like a crack-whore only he knew exactly what he was doing because no-doubt the old man had been blown by crack-whores in gas-station bathrooms for years! He gripped his father's balding skull with both hamhooks, alternately working the mouth up and down his dick and hunching his hips, pitching a bunny-fuck to the old man's drooling maw. He was crazed with lust and he whined and whimpered at a level he hoped fell well below his mother's decibel detection. The mattress wheezed and popped at what he perceived to be ear-splitting levels but the friction electrifying his pecker was driving him absolutely batshit and that was all that mattered. He hadn't intended on nutting in his father's mouth. He had only wanted to humiliate him with the prospect of mouth-rape. But this was just too good and he was now on the fast-track to a brainfreezing ball-drain. And now the old man was stroking his jiggling, tender nutsack as if it was a baby hamster. This shit was exquisitely depraved. He realized that he was going to seed his Pops' mouth in mere seconds if things kept up at this rate. "Do I have to come up there?" Mom called from the kitchen. "Down in a second!" His mother's son croaked almost involuntarily as he bucked and humped at his father's face. "Troyboy? Is that you? What're you doing up there?" she replied, her voice rising in abject confusion . Pops moaned through his nose and sucked mightily on the swollen meat that pistoned in and out of his throat. Apparently he was a crafty cocksucker because the boy was a trembling, sweaty wreck as he huffed and puffed away on top of his chest. He resigned himself to the sticky inevitability of whatever was about to go down, divorce, a massive injection of his son's sticky-sweet jism, whatever. Damn that Little Jakie. The little shit was to blame for all of this. Mitch was humping Jill from behind like a dog in rut as he listened like a thief to his mother putz around in the kitchen, putting groceries away. He sensed that some unfortunate soul was getting ass-raped in the bedroom at the end of the hallway and although he regretted the day's festivities had to come to this kind of stony end, he sincerely hoped his big brother was getting the best of dad's great big hairy ass. And just as that thought crossed his mind, his prick bottomed out in the shallow, cum-soaked depths of his baby's hips. As his mother's footsteps climbed the carpeted steps of the D'Amico clapboard house in the Jackson Heights neighborhood of Queens, Mitch clapped his hand over his cheerleader's mouth, pulled out and rammed his cock up her tight little ass. She shuddered and gasped. He held her body tight to himself as he sawed in and out of her seizing hole. The tension roiling in his balls and the fear climbing up his spine was all too much and everything went red as his cock recoiled in the hot confines of her rectum. He fired off four shots of sperm, his own fuzzy anus constricting powerfully with each pulse. His mother rapped on the bathroom door, just as he ejaculated the remains of his balljuice up his pretty girl's tiny little ass. "Hi? Who's in here." "Me." Mitch's voice quavered as let his pork slip free from his girlfriend's freshly abused rosebud. "You alright in there?" "I'm good." The delirious high of his orgasm precluded any further discussion although he meant to say he was just about to get into the shower. "I'm making a late lunch. Taco's sound good?" Mitch wiped his highly-sensitized pecker clean with his ma's best Bed, Bath & Beyond washcloth and then tossed it in the wastebasket underneath the basin. Jill sat herself down on the toilet as demurely as possible given the situation and shyly expelled a clot of her sexy man's sticky, hot cum. He stifled a laugh and stroked her head. Right now, at this moment, he really did love her. She was a good sport, a trooper. And after all, what other high school Sophomore cheerleader would fuck a guy's dad and then turn around and take it up the dumper? He kissed her head sweetly and replied to the mother on the other side of the door: "Yeah, sure." "Are you sure you're okay? You sound out of breath. Invite your little girlfriend over and I'll make enough for six." Troy and Pops heard the exchange as it transpired down the hall and the urgency of the situation at hand quickly turned a 90 degree corner. "Take it down your throat, old man, or you're in a boatload of trouble." The musclehead, copper-topped Italo-Jew New York Mets fan frantically fucked his dad's face as his mother spoke of a taco brunch from somewhere on the other side of the shut but unlocked master bedroom door. His rump jiggled mightily. His balls tripped and skipped across his dad's hard-working jaws, his back-muscles and trapezoids rippled and flexed as he pumped his cock with the suckling skull at his fingertips. His toes curled at his dad's waist as his hard-on cleared his father's gag reflex. He reached back to stoke his dad with a hectic reach-around leaving one hand to do the work of administrating wet throaty pleasure to his knob. Leon groaned as much needed relief finally found his needful peckerwood. He winced as he heard his wife walk down the hall toward their bedroom, but then sighed as he felt the surprisingly light touch of his boy's handjob. Once again, Deb D'Amico rapped blithely on a closed door in her own house. "What's going on up here, Troyboy?" Troy, feeling the exertion of doing double-duty (skullfucking and jacking off his dad), rasped out an improvised reply: "I'm flipping your bed." "What?!" Troy slowed his fuck action to tiny little jabs so as to quiet the box spring and mattress response below them. "Dad asked me to flip your bed so that's what I'm doing." The suction Leon's mouth had achieved a certain magic in his mouth. Semen boiled in Troy's scrotum as he reached the point of no return. "That's nice of you...I guess...do you want to stay for tacos?" He had come dangerously close to swallowing his own tongue as Pops gulped his prong for the very last time, but he still managed to speak: "Sure." "Are you alright in there? Do you need help?" Troy held his father's head tight and snug to his pubic bone as he disgorged a saline load worthy of a racehorse put out to stud down the choking throat of the man who made all this stressed-out ecstasy possible: Leon Eduardo D'Amico of Queens, New York. "huh-huh...unh!" Troy winced and huffed as the old man slaked his boy's pulsing dickneed with some dexterous tongue and throat action. As he spritzed and drizzled the last of his ball-drippings over his dad's hungry, lapping tongue, he corkscrewed around and, with lust-fueled gratitude, jerked his dear old dad to his own wet, sticky happy ending. The old man managed to muffle a cock-choked scream into his oldest son's thick bush as thick, whitish sperm sprayed over his stomach and twitching thighs. "You don't sound good, Troyboy. Please don't hurt your back now. Why don't you take a break and come downstairs for a pop? Our bed isn't worth it, dear." The pungent bleachy stink of fresh cum saturated the room. "Oh, okay." Troy dismounted his pops and picked his JoeBoxers up from off the floor and wiped himself off.