The following is a work of erotic fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual relations and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
There were times when Joe Bob Hoover thought he’d have been better off keeping his dick in his pants. This was one of them. If he’d never fucked that tramp Trudy he’d picked up at a cook-out nearly nineteen years ago, she would never have gotten knocked up. And he wouldn’t have become a daddy. Or a husband. And then, to compound the error, a daddy for the second time. One good thing to come of it was he no longer was saddled with Trudy. But now he was charged with two cock-sucking sons!
The young buggers had only been with him at the trailer park two days and one, the other, or both had already fucked around with his best buddy Bubba, old man Kennerly---and him, their biological father. Or, at least, he thought he was. With Trudy how could he be sure? She fucked around on him as much as he to her. Didn’t seem possible that any son who came from his loins would be a cock whore. Okay, so there were a couple times when he was young, real young, that he played around with other boys his age. They was just kids then. What in hell did they know what they were doing? He grew out of it, was sure his buddies did, too. But his sons were eighteen and nineteen, respectively. They should know by now that what they were doing was, well, not what they were supposed to be doing.
They were fine-looking boys, the eldest looking most like JB, all angular and darker featured whereas Billy, the youngest, was blue-eyed, blond and built like the wrestling champ he was. Or at least claimed to be. Billy was the talkative one of the two, but nineteen-year-old Jason seemed to be the more truthful. At least, JB thought he was. They could both be telling him story, for all he knew. One thing was for sure: they both swung on dick.
Following their “fling” with Kennerly (which JB found nauseating, being the guy was somewheres in his seventies, for crissake), he tried to have a little father/son talk with the two. All that resulted was back and forth bickering: Billy placing blame on Jason and Jase throwing the ball back to Billy’s court. JB didn’t really give a flying flip who started what. All’s he knew was they both looked guilty as hell when he picked them up at the old man’s trailer---even though they were putting on that innocent act JB had quickly become familiar with. And Jakub Kennerly looked happier than he had in recent years.
Joe Bob wanted to know whether they’d ever tried pussy, real pussy. Billy flexed his young muscles and claimed he had. Jase called him out. Billy was naming off the girls he’d done. Jase doubted most, if not all of them. That resulted in yet another skirmish that started on the couch and wound up on the floor. JB let them fight it out, proud to see that Jason held his own against his more muscular brother. There were no fisticuffs, no blood was drawn---just good old-fashioned scuffling, like JB and his older brother used to do. It was what brothers did. Nothing wrong in it.
Was a little difficult for JB to look at cute Billy without flashing back to the previous night when he drenched the boy in cum. Billy, on the other hand, seemed to think nothing of it. Jason claimed Billy was “putting on the act of poor little boy getting choked by daddy’s cock” when it was he who had initiated the entire thing. If he was acting he had certainly put on a good performance. Those little tears coming from his baby blues, the gagging and snorting when all the while he kept sucking on JB’s meat. Once it all started JB found he couldn’t stop himself. Okay, so he was a little high, but not that high. Cripes, one would think he should have learned a lesson from that romp with Trudy all those years ago. And there he was, throat fucking his youngest boy!
The guilt had him swearing to himself nothing like that would happen again. And then, beyond his control, the two of them molested him in his sleep! What the fuck was he going to do with them? School was out for summer. He couldn’t trust them to be left to their own devices whilst he was working down at the plant. Leaving them with Kennerly again was out of the question. Too bad he didn’t know of a stay-at-home housewife he could throw a few bucks to so she could keep a eye on them. And even if he did, could he trust these two hounds with her? What if Jase was right and Billy went both ways? He sure didn’t need his teens running rampant around the trailer park.
Just then the thought struck him. About a mile away from the plant was a daytime activity center where working parents dropped off their children while they worked during the summer. It would cost him a few bucks he didn’t have, but at least it was a solution. Both balked at the idea, once again citing their age and independence. But JB remained firm. They were not being left alone here at home and most certainly not going back to Kennerly’s.
The following morning they purposely dawdled, obviously attempting to avoid the inevitable. Regardless, JB packed them up and took them out to the center. There he learned it would cost him three hours in wages, but he really had no other choice. This couldn’t go on for long or he’d be broke. What he needed to do was to kiss Trudy’s ass, make nice and get her to take them back. But he sure to shit didn’t need to pay child support if the boys were with him. And if they went back to that bitch, he would. It was all a wash.
Due to their poking around in the a.m., JB ended up reporting late for his shift. Not even a quarter hour, but that’s all it took to rile up the foreman. JB had never understood why, but there was something about him that just didn’t sit right with the guy. Blakeslee had been on him for as long as he could remember. Randy was a short, but stocky man, maybe a few years older than JB, with a shaved head and a rotten attitude.
“Lemme guess, Hoover, more kiddie trouble,” he jeered.
Joe Bob knew the other workers were watching and would like to have punched Randy right in his smug face. “Yeah, sorry, Randy. Won’t happen again.”
“That’s what you said the last time!” the other man bellowed, his face contorted with rage and rising to an angry red shade. “I’m putting you on report, Hoover. Next lateness means suspension! Now get the fuck to work!”
As Randy huffed away Morris, an older black warehouse worker, approached him. “That motherfucker need to get laid, that’s his problem.” No one knew much about Randy’s private life, but the consensus was that no woman would ever put up with his bad disposition.
“What he needs is somebody to take him out,” JB responded through clenched teeth. “If it wasn’t that I needed me a paycheck, I’d fuckin’ put out his lights.”
“Nah, man, he ain’t worth it,” Morris spat. “Guys like him, they got they selves a big attitude and a little dick.”
JB chuckled at that, slapped Morris good-naturedly against a muscular black arm, and off to work they went. Bubba, JB’s bestie up until day before yesterday, observed the exchange. He’d like to have stepped in to JB’s defense against Randy but wasn’t sure how JB was feeling about him, being that he’d caught his eldest son riding Bubba’s fat hog. JB hadn’t said anything about it since, but Bubba was leery about stirring the pot. What was he supposed to have done, anyhow? The teen was on him like flies to tacky paper. And Bubba was high as a kite and most-ways drunk. Plus, he hadn’t gotten laid since his girl Louella up and left him for her boss down at the convenience store.
It was hot as hell in the warehouse that day. Temps outside reached up into the 90s and it still felt like a goddam oven under the steel roof even with air conditioning running, minimal as it was. One thing Blakeslee was good about was not forcing his workers to stick to any kind of dress code. When it got as uncomfortable as this he didn’t object to shirts being shucked and the men working bare chested. Most everybody was by afternoon. All except, of course, for Randy, who only got down to his sleeveless T-shirt, showing off his surprisingly big biceps.
There was just about an hour to go on the clock when the boys showed up. Running the forklift JB spotted them strutting into the warehouse as if they’d been there before. Muttering a “what the fuck” under his breath he drove over to them, leapt from the mechanism and approached them. “What the fuck are you doing here? You’re s’posed to be at the youth center.”
Billy shrugged. “Was all little kids there. Nobody near our age. It was boring. So’s we walked over here.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” JB railed at them angrily. “I done paid for you both to be there. You can’t be in here.”
The loud voice booming across the busy warehouse sent a chill through JB’s spine. “What the fuck is going on here?” It was Randy, in usual nasty form.
JB tried to remain calm, even though he knew this would not go well. “These are my boys, Jason and Billy. They musta got mixed up about their ride home and came down over here.”
Randy looked the boys up and down and, surprisingly, softened. “Well, they can’t wait for your ass in here. Insurance regulations. They can wait up in my office until shift change.”
Well, this was certainly a new Randy Blakeslee. The old one would have booted the three of them right off the loading dock. “Thanks, Randy,” JB managed to sound sincere, even though he couldn’t stand the motherfucker.
Blakeslee’s makeshift office was a rather small enclosure raised above the warehouse floor, arranged that way so the foreman could observe the area from the big window, although no one could quite figure why he nearly always had the blind pulled shut. There were security cameras located in various spots, so they figured the short fuck would prefer keeping his eye on them that way. Blakeslee almost never chipped in with physical labor; that was the workers’ job.
Randy led the boys up the steel steps and into his realm. The office had an old desk, one beat-up swivel chair, two standard steel folding chairs and filing cabinets. There was a 27” computer screen, printer, in-and-out paperwork trays, boxes stacked in a corner with old invoices and printed notices on the wall from OSHA and other directives. Randy had made the space more personal by adding a centerfold of an almost-not-there bikini clad beauty to his wall area.
Randy directed the boys to the two uncomfortable looking chairs and sat back in his more substantial one. Swinging around to face them he leaned back, locked his hands behind his head and spread his beefy legs. “So, you two are Hoover’s boys.”
“That’s right!” the blond replied cheerfully. “I’m Billy. This here’s Jason.”
“I can see your daddy in you,” Randy directed toward Jason. “And you must take after your mama.”
Billy scrunched up his cute face. “Nah, not really.”
“You got some guns on you,” Randy remarked, admiring the boy’s rounded arm muscles. “How old are you two?”
“I’m sixteen. Jase is nineteen. He’s gonna graduate next year. Me, I’m gonna be a Junior,” Billy said proudly.
“Now, I’ll bet my paycheck you’re the athletic type while Jason here is the one who does his studies,” Randy guessed. He directed his remark to Billy, who seemed to be the one doing all the talking. The darker haired one had a curious habit of glancing between Randy’s spread thighs. Just for the shits-and-giggles Randy reached down to casually adjust himself and noticed the kid’s eyes flare.
“On the wrestling team,” Billy was boasting. “Do football and some baseball. Not much into b-ball, though. Jase, here, his nose is always in a book. Like that’s gonna get him anywheres.” Jason elbowed Billy, Billy counted with a slap to the back of his head and they were off to scuffling. Randy sat back and chuckled. He liked energetic boys. Wished sometimes he had one of his own.
When they had settled down, Billy tossed his long-banged page-boyish cut back into place and said to Randy, “Daddy says you’re a real prick. You don’t seem so bad, mister.”
Randy raised an eyebrow and chuckled again. Ah, the honesty of youth! “He says that, now, does he? Well, ya see, I’m the boss here. And part of my job is keeping these hogs in line so’s the job gets done. And on time. Sometimes I gotta get tough with ‘em, is all. Kinda like I guess your schoolteachers have to do from time to time.”
Billy snickered at the “hog” remark. He was thinking this guy’s facial features sorta, kinda resembled a pig. Jason finally piped in with response to Randy’s last remark. “Billy sure knows enough about that. He’s down the Principal’s office all the time.”
Billy threw a muscular arm around the back of Jason’s neck and got him in a headlock. While Jason squirmed to get free the younger boy announced, “You’re the one down there suckin’ his dick all the damned time.”
Blakeslee, usually serious as a heart attack, got a belly laugh out of the blond’s comeback. One thing was for certain: Joe Bob had two spirited young’uns. It was little wonder their father was late for work if these two were at each other like this all the time. Maybe he should cut JB a little slack. At least until he got this situation straightened out.
“Alright now, you boys. Settle the fuck down,” Randy ordered, hoisting his bulk up from the squeaky chair. Blakeslee was short, but stocky. Not necessarily fat, but round. “I’ve got to get back to the floor and check on my guys. No more fussin’ between you two. Your daddy be gettin’ off his shift in about forty-five.” Turning up his computer he selected a file and said, “There’s a bunch of games here you can play while you’re waitin’, okay? Now, don’t be gettin’ into anything else here. This is comp’ny property.”
“Oh, no! Don’t worry about that, Mr. Blakeslee. We won’t,” Billy replied in all wide, blue-eyed innocence. Gosh, that one sure is a cutie, Randy thought. Must already be getting his share of high school pussy.
Returning to the warehouse floor Randy was his usual commanding self, chastising Bubba for incorrectly stacking some pallets, criticizing Morris for lollygagging and bitching out JT for whatever reason he could conjure up. When he’d spewed enough of his vitriol, he headed back to the office to get some paperwork done.
When Randy first pushed open the door he thought certain he must be hallucinating. The Hoover brothers were stripped down to their athletic shoes, slouched down in those metal seats with their legs spread out before them stroking each other’s hard teen cock. They were staring intently at the monitor. Randy practically gasped when he saw the action of an older man simultaneously fucking two teen boys. Oh, no! He had left open the Lads for Dads website he subscribed to. And these snoops had discovered it!
The babe on the wall was merely a cover. Randy Blakeslee was all closet queer. While all thought he just had never been able to get a girl because of his disposition, it was really because Randy wasn’t into tits and pussy. He desired cock and ass. Especially late teen to early twenties cock and ass. The type who could almost legitimately call him “daddy.” He had to travel almost two hours every available weekend to indulge in his decadent desires at a private membership club in the city. There was an assortment of all types present on any given occasion: from blue collar workers to leather freaks, silver dads to eighteen-year-olds. The entire spectrum of testosterone was represented. There, Randy Blakeslee was definitely not the angry, miserable lout he appeared to be at work. He was in sexual glory!
Billy looked at him through sex-heavy eyelids and said, “Sorry, Mr. Blakeslee, but your games were kind of lame. We found this instead.”
“You boys can call me ‘Daddy’,” Randy growled as he reached to lock the door behind him. With mouth gone dry and heart pounding in his beefy chest he unzipped his fly, hauled out his already-hard cock and stepped up before them. Jase was the one to lean forward so he moved toward that boy first. Reaching out to take him in hand, Jase gave Randy’s dick a few introductory strokes while looking up into his incredulous full face. For Randy, it was like looking down at a younger JB and that thought alone made his dick pulse more heavily. He’d had a “thing” for that stud ever since first meeting and used him frequently in his masturbatory fantasies. The reason he rode JB so hard on the job was because of his pent-up frustration at the reality that he could never truly have him.
When Jason brought his tongue to his cock Randy believed he might cum right there and then. The usually tough guy whimpered as Jason licked the underside of his shaft with full strokes of his tongue. Randy sported a healthy seven inches of man-meat, nice and chunky, with a strong upward curve and a slick, bulbous head. Jase hooked his lips around that crown and sucked with rabid vigor while his fist rapidly corkscrewed along the length of the fuck rod.
Practically butting shoulders next to his brother, Billy sat up higher in his seat and leaned forward a bit for a close-up view as he jerked his cock down between his legs. He could smell the sex emanating from this squat man’s groin. Jase was working that mature dick real good, giving the man his best. For all their brotherly squabbling Billy had to admit that Jase was a fine cocksucker. Many were those nights Jase had gotten him off in their own bedroom. And Billy hadn’t been so proud as not to have returned the favor.
The ceiling fan wasn’t doing much to dispel the uncomfortable heat in this rather small enclosure as it was, but things had certainly gotten hotter. Randy was already sweating bullets. As Jason expertly mouthed his cock Randy stripped himself of his t-shirt, wiped under his armpits and tossed it aside. His barreled chest was devoid of hair, as was most of the rest of his body. Even under his arms and around his package the fur was sparse. He really did look something like a human hog.
Billy had his cute face right up in there, his hot breath washing over Randy’s groin. Jase was well aware of his close presence and had the idea he wanted in. Although his brother was often times annoying, Jase was the generous type. Running his tongue over the crown one more time, he graciously passed the goods over to “little” Billy. Billy wasted no time scarfing down Randy’s meat. He gulped and gulped until the head was embedded deep in his throat. With bulging throat he sucked on the buried shaft while both hands milked Randy’s chunky ball bag.
Randy could hardly believe his good fortune. These boys were better than anything he’d seen on Lads for Dads. After Billy had throated him for a while he turned the cock over to Jase, who proved he was just as adept at sword swallowing. The dark-haired boy’s cheeks bulged as he effortlessly ate the throbbing shaft. He nestled his face in the sparse man bush and used all he had to massage the cock from deep inside. The incredible sensations from Jase’s tight throat had Randy seeing stars. Joe Bob’s sons were ferocious cock eaters. Taking Jase by the back of his head, he began thrusting his dick in and out of the kid’s gullet. Jase wolfed it down with each determined thrust, grunting sexily when his lips met the base. Billy was right in there, quick-licking the exposed portion of Randy’s cock and lapping at his balls. Randy was in teen-lover’s heaven.
“Lemme have some!” Billy demanded in a surprisingly husky voice for a boy his age. Jase gave up the prize and let his brother have another taste. It seemed Billy was determined to prove his talent by really throwing himself into it. Like a pig at the trough, he devoured every bit of Randy’s candy, grunting when he bottomed out. Looking up at the short stud with fake little tears in the corners of his baby blues he nodded, and Randy took control. Digging his fingers into Billy’s blond locks he fucked the little muscle stud’s face. Randy was beyond sexed up and put some real grit into face fucking this gorgeous lad. He was literally shoving every hard inch of his man meat into the teen’s mouth. Billy wasn’t merely sitting there being nothing more than a receptacle. He was meeting Randy thrust for thrust, gobbling down when he rammed and tightening up when he withdrew. Between the two, the Hoover boys were giving nasty Randy Blakeslee a real workout.
Down on the warehouse floor, as he drove his forklift loaded with its merchandise to the dock and truck outside, JB glanced up at the shuttered office. He hoped his boys weren’t getting into any mischief there. But in the two short days they had been in his charge he had learned to expect just about anything.
In an attempt to turn attention back to himself, and proving to be as competitive as his brother, Jason dropped to the floor in Randy’s line of vision. Down on all fours, and facing away from the manager, he propped up his ass, seductively looked over his shoulder at Randy and began fingering his smooth hole. Randy’s lower lip quivered and he mewled. Billy, unaware of this change in events, continued to slovenly scarf down his raging prick. Although it proved to be something of a challenge Randy eventually managed to wrench his cock free and wobbled over to the teen on the floor. Dropping to knees behind Jason, he grabbed a fistful of his longish hair and barked into his ear, “You wanna get fucked, boy?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Jason gushed. “Please, mister, please fuck my little pussy!” Over the years he had picked up tips from Billy.
Assuming his favorite role of authoritarian, Randy took hold of himself and rubbed the head of his prick against Jason’s flexing ass lips. Pre-cum sparkled over the teen’s slit. Excitedly, Randy pushed his leaking mushroom against the winking boy button and sunk into the warm hole. His raging hard-on easily slid through Jase’s fuck tunnel. Jason bucked back against Randy’s groin, taking every bit of him. Randy countered by roughly pulling himself nearly out and then pounding his way back in. It immediately set the pace of their wild fucking. Randy energetically pumped his ample hips, soaring his dick through the pleasing pussy as Jase met him ass-on.
He was fucking JB’s son! The thought in itself was incredible! A junior version of the stud himself. And JB was right below them working in the warehouse, completely unaware, while he buggered the cute boy. The kid’s pussy felt real good wrapped around his mean old cock. And he certainly was no novice; this boy knew how to take a hard fuck, his puss practically crying out for more. Randy gave with all that he had, banging fuck out of his boy-twat. The more the teen’s pussy clamped down on his prick, the swifter Randy barreled through. It was hard to recall a fuck he had enjoyed anywhere near as good. Maybe because, in his mind’s eye, it was studly JB he was finally skewering.
Billy always enjoyed watching his brother take dick, and this time was no different. That bald-headed brawler was really going to town on Jase. Cripes, it was almost like a revenge fuck. Although, how could it be? They’d only just met. It was the way Billy had fucked wrestling mate Jeremy Stevens after the boy had bested him in a match. Down and dirty. Standing next to the lusty duo, Billy stroked his big meat with a sly grin on his otherwise wholesome face. Far as he was concerned, it was past time for turning this twosome into a three-way. Billy, and his cock, wanted a piece of the action.
Throwing one leg over his brother’s prone back he faced Randy and hunkered down to a more advantageous level. Using his hips he swung his dick so that it slapped heavily against the sides of the older man’s face. Randy was almost envious of the young man, whose ten-inch tool was a work of anatomical wonder with a gorgeous head begging to be sucked. Randy lunged, caught it in his mouth and went to work. His swollen tongue flicked against the extremely sensitive nerves on the underside of the large helmet as he slovenly slurped on it. Taking hold of Billy’s silken sac he felt the generous weight of his nuts and groaned thinking of the delicious teen cum stored there. Randy treasured the taste of young cum. They were the ones he sought out at the Club, always ready to feed him. His track record thus far was eating fourteen youthful loads in one night, but he had plans to exceed that monumental performance.
Randy had Billy’s balls in the grip of his large, sweaty hand, yanking them downward so as to bring the nicely arced cock to a more horizontal position. His wet lips slobbered over the full length of the smooth-skinned organ. Damn, it was a beaut! He just had to have it all. Show this young’un what a greedy cocksucker he truly was. His hungry lips spread over the impressive width as he gulped inch after inch into his wet mouth, oinking all the way. His actions failed to cease when it hit the back of his throat. He continued to swallow and swallow until his fat pug nose was flat against the boy’s pelvis and the delicious dick was throbbing in his gullet.
Billy thought it was a hoot, having his teen dick in the face hole of his daddy’s mean boss. Grabbing Randy by his floppy sow’s ears Billy began thrusting his cock in and out of Randy’s nasty mouth. The older bull’s neck quickly grew bloated from its burden. Randy’s eyes and nostrils gaped and he snorted just like swine as he chugged on those ten charging inches of hot boy meat. Drool seeped from the corner of his fat lips and snot dripped from his snout. How he loved aggressive young dick! And the one on this cute kid was a real winner. Fuck, if this was his son he’d never be able to leave the house. He was already imagining how it would feel charging through his guts.
Solely by reflex Randy continued to plow the dark-haired brother. The ass on this kid was like sliding into soft velvet cushion. Both boys made for a winning combination. They would be a major hit at the Club. Randy was beyond delirious with unbridled lust. Veins were bursting to the surface at his temples and his face was flushed more than usual. Beads of sweat had popped out on his shaved pate and were freely dripping. The buds on his chunky udders had shot out from his chest. He felt like a marathon runner nearing the finish. Still he charged on, eating cock and fucking ass. And loving every damn second of it!
Down on the warehouse floor shift workers were assembled in line, clocking out for the day. It was unusual not to have Randy monitoring them just to be certain no one was attempting to quit even sixty seconds early. The bastard was a real slave driver. Bubba, directly behind JB, mustered up the courage to ask, “We okay, buddy?”
JB looked over a broad shoulder at him and, with a half-smile, replied, “Yeah, we’re okay.” How could he lay blame on Bubba when he himself had done little to thwart Billy’s cock sucking act. “Wanna stop over for a few beers?”
Bubba was all smiles, whether from the ideas of brews on a sweltering summer day or the thought of another session with JB’s boys wasn’t certain. “Now you talkin’, buddy,” he hooted, slapping JB on the back with a pudgy hand. The dark-haired one had been damn fine but he’d like to get into the ass of that muscle boy, too.
Morris, in front of them both, remarked, “What about me? Or don’t they take to black folk over to your trailer park?”
“You’re welcome any time, Mo. You know that,” JB said, clasping the strong shoulder of his co-worker. After he had clocked out and told them he’d see them later, JB made his way up to the foreman’s office to retrieve his troublesome boys.
Randy voraciously swallowed the huge cock pumping his ravaged throat. His jaws appeared outrageously distended, and his bulging eyes watered continually. He was a man who had sucked his fair share of cock, but this boy was something else indeed. He desperately needed to prove that he could handle whatever Billy gave him. And Billy was giving, alright. His huge prick slammed through the adult’s esophagus time and again, really battering his tonsils and making the pig snort. There was a thoroughly maniacal grin on the teen dream’s cute face as he raped the bald man’s face.
On the bottom, Jason was moaning constantly. And only partly for Randy’s benefit. The thick dick spreading his insides felt really good. Then again, he had yet to find one that didn’t. As Randy furiously fucked, Jason arched his back and bucked against him. He squeezed his rectum really tight around the battering dick, making the fuck even more enjoyable for both. His young prostate was literally on fire, his balls had crawled up tight between his parted thighs and his teen meat was throbbing wildly.
He was certainly not the only one. Little brother Billy was flooded with sexual heat. His already sensitive meat had begun to feel as if it was a shaft of exposed nerves. His features were much more serious now. His shockingly pink lips were formed in an oblong oval, through which he frantically huffed and puffed. Brows were knitted in a concentrated frown and he suddenly looked older than his sixteen years. He felt the boiling in his nuts and knew he was about to blow. At the critical point it took all restraint to hold back until he had yanked his dick from Randy’s throat. No way was this dude getting away with a cum shot directly down into his belly; Billy was going to feed him a mouthful of young jizz.
As Joe Bob trod up the steel-enforced stairs a chain reaction was occurring in the stuffy office. The Hoover brothers shot off simultaneously. Jase fired bullets out across the dirty floor below him while Billy unloaded into Randy’s open mouth. Randy greedily gobbled up each delicious spurt. There was nothing quite like the taste of young cum. At the same time, Jase’s pussy was going haywire on his buried dick as that boy thrashed through his own orgasmic glory.
Joe Bob tried the handle to the office door and curiously found it to be locked. He rapped on it with his knuckles. He could hear what sounded like groans from within, but no one answered. He knocked again, harder this time. “Hey boys, time to go.”
“Cumming! I’m cumming!” Randy garbled through a mouth full of cum. “Aarrrrrrghhhhh!” And he did, flooding Jase’s hole with his load.
Incensed, Joe Bob pounded on the door with fists. “Open this fucking door!” he demanded. By now he had a clear idea of the reason it was locked. And what was going on behind it. Those reprobate sons of his were in the clutches of that sonofabitch Randy Blakeslee. Or more likely, rotten Randy was at their mercy. Either way didn’t really matter. All these depraved shenanigans were going to stop. Now!
There was a click as the lock was undone. JB placed his hand on the knob, turned it and entered…
