This closing chapter of the series contains graphic sexual descriptions. It is intended to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
It was time for JB to put his foot down. Life had been turned topsy turvy ever since his ex dropped their sons off at the trailer park and left them in his care. He quickly learned the reason Trudy had forfeited child support so as to be rid of them. They both were sexual deviants. In a short two days they had fornicated with his buddy Bubba, elderly Jakub Kennerly and now JB’s boss, the despicable Randy Blakeslee.
When the door to Blakeslee’s office was finally unlocked JB discovered the three of them in some state of undress. Short, bald and stocky Randy had managed to slip into his boxers, seventeen-year-old Jason was pulling his t-shirt on over his head and younger son, muscle-bodied Billy unashamedly stood nude as the day he was born. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had gone on there. The smell of sex was overwhelming to the senses.
Trying to control his fury, JB barked through clenched jaw, “Git yer damned clothes on and wait for me in the truck.” As the boys moved to follow his order JB glared at Randy who, for the first time ever, appeared to be intimidated. When Randy reached for his pants JB growled, “Don’t you make one goddamn move!” Randy cowered.
Wordlessly the boys dressed and left the office. JB kicked the door shut behind them. Slowly and purposedly JB addressed Randy, “Do you have any idea how old those boys are? They’re in high school, for crissake!”
Randy held up his hands defensively. “JB, don’t do anything rash. Let’s talk about this.”
“Talk?” JB raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see there’s nuthin’ to talk about. You was fuckin’ with my teenage boys, Blakeslee. Crisssake, you got cum drippin’ from your mouth. Which one of ‘em did ya suck off?”
“Please, JB,” Randy pleaded. It was something new to him. And JB was enjoying it. For all those times Randy had ridden his ass now JB had the upper hand.
“Way I figure it, Randy,” JB went on, “I got me some options here. I could raise a stink, get your fat ass fired. All the guys, they’d know what you done. Sure that wouldn’t go down well for you, messin’ with teenager boys and all.”
Randy frantically shook his head from side to side. “No, please JB, don’t do that! Anything else, but not that! I-I’ll quit the job. Go away. Just don’t tell the men.”
“I’m sure they’d like to know,” JB went on, rather enjoying having the upper had with this creep. “All the hard times you’ve given them, workin’ us all like goddamn dogs. Once they hear this I bet ya they’d have an idea how to get even for all the shit you’ve dealt them. Hell, a guy like you might even like what they might do. Exceptin’, it won’t be young boys doin’ the dealing. It’ll be men. Rough men. Men thinkin’ about protectin’ their own young’uns from pigs like you.”
Randy was liberally sweating. His face had turned ashen. He couldn’t lose control of his subordinates. Especially not like that. “JB, we can strike a deal. You and me. Just between us.”
JB pretended to think a moment, although he had already decided the outcome. “Or you could start treatin’ us all with a little respect. Especially me.”
“Oh, yes, JB,” Randy sputtered. “Whatever you want.”
“No bitchin’ me out over bein’ a couple minutes late. No criticizin’ my job performance. No ridin’ my ass about anything at all.” Randy looked like a bobble head, agreeing with everything. “When I want time off, I get time off. With pay. When I call out sick, I get no shit from you about it. You treat me like I was the boss. Which, now, I am. Your boss. I own you, Randy. And don’t you ever forget it.”
“Yes, yes! You’re the boss. Anything you want, JB. Anything! I’m sorry I fucked your son. It’ll never happen again. Just, please, tell no one.”
“You ain’t sorry at all,” JB chided. “Lemme guess, it was Jason, the dark-haired one, wasn’t it?” The sheepish look from Randy told his guess was correct. “And you’d do him again, if you got the opportunity. But them boys ain’t gonna be around these parts much longer. I’m aimin’ to see to that.” He moved to the door. “Now, put on some damned clothes. I’m outa here. See you in the morning. You’re gonna have a box o’ Joe for all us workers, tomorrow and every morning. And you’re gonna smile and say, ‘good mornin, JB.’ Ain’t that right, Randy?”
Randy couldn’t agree fast enough. Satisfied, JB turned the door, hesitated and then looked back at a quivering Randy. “Oh, by the way, on top of all that you’re putting me in for a raise. Since I’m your best worker.” With those parting words he left Randy to ponder his uncertain future.
Out in the lot JB found the boys squabbling in his truck. Seemed they were always at odds about something. “Knock it the fuck off,” he harshly ordered as he slipped behind the wheel. Poking a warning finger at Billy, seated by the other window, he angrily stated, “And don’t you even try and put the blame on your brother. That shit don’t fly any more.”
Billy shrugged his rounded shoulders innocently. Technically, it was Jase who made the first move on the tubby foreman. But he wisely opted not to test his father. It was obvious that JB was pissed.
They rode in silence. When Billy attempted to reach for the radio JB slapped his hand away. The brothers glanced sideways at each other. Billy raised a wary eyebrow. Both knew they were in deep shit. It wasn’t until they were near the trailer park when JB finally spoke.
“I’m callin’ your mama and tellin’ her she’s got to take the both of you back,” he announced. “Y’all have caused me enough of trouble.”
Jase looked to Billy; Billy looked to Jase. There was silence for a short time before Jase timidly spoke up. “I don’t think I want to go back to Mama’s. I like it better here.”
JB snorted. “Yeah, I see just how much you like it. It don’t matter none. You’re goin’ back.”
Billy spoke up in a small, but surprisingly deep voice. “We don’t like it at Mama’s. She’s always bringing home these drunks. And they do things to us when she passes out. You’re our daddy. Don’t you care about your boys?”
The kid was good. JB had to hand it to him. He even managed to muster up a little tear or two in his baby blues. But JB was beyond buying into his act. He didn’t believe for a second that the two of them weren’t willing participants in whatever went on with Trudy’s pick-ups. Bubba and Randy were cases in point. Actually, they’d sort of done him a favor with Randy. For the first time ever he had the upper hand with that wretch. But….
“Dry them crocodile tears,” JB sternly advised. “They ain’t workin’. You’re goin’ to your Mama’s. And that’s final.”
Billy crossed his arms over his chest and sulked. His bright pink lips were set in a pout. Those same lips that had been wrapped around JB’s cock just two days ago. JB couldn’t forget that. He never would. He had blamed the beers and weed on his submission but, truth be told, he could have put a stop to it. If he had really wanted to. He got caught up in the moment. That’s all it was. That’s all it could be. Yet, that image of his spooge all over the blond’s face was imbedded in his memory and still caused him to bone up.
These boys had to go. For his sake as well as their own. Things could never get back to normal with them around.
As he pulled up in front of his lot he saw Bubba and Morris seated in ratty old lawn chairs under the canopy alongside his trailer home. Shit, he’d forgotten he invited them to stop by! Shooting them a wave he told the boys to get in the trailer, cut on the air and bring some beers from the fridge out to his buddies. Soon as they were out of earshot he speed-dialed his ex. The call went immediately to voice mail. Rather than leaving a message he disconnected, resolving to try later. This was something that had to be told to Trudy straight up, not left on a recording.
Leaving the truck he sauntered over to the guys and plopped down into a chaise that had seen better days. The boys returned with the beers, which were passed on to Bubba and Mo. Billy had brought a third and handed it to JB, saying, “Figured you’d want one too, daddy.”
Now he was daddy? Before today the kid referred to him as Pop. The boy was a teenage looker, that was for sure. They both were. Jase uncannily resembled JB at about his age, although JB had more bulk to his body. Jase was fairly slender, whereas Billy had some nicely developed teen muscularity. And the both of them had teamed up to suck him off in his sleep that first night. The word “Daddy” coming out of those same full lips caused a stir in JB’s adult crotch.
“Whyn’t you go on inside,” he instructed them.
“It’s too hot in there,” Jase complained.
JB knew the shitty air conditioning unit wouldn’t cool that tin can down for an hour or so. Just as he was going to offer another suggestion they were interrupted by the arrival of a fellow camp resident. Jerry Brewster was a forty-eight-year-old throwback to the Woodstock era. When standing erect, which was hardly ever, he was about 5’10” with long, thinning hair turning greyer by the day. His receding hairline was always covered by a colorful, faded bandana. Dark sunglasses parked on the bridge of his bulbous nose concealed droopy eyelids over generally hazed orbs. Deep wrinkles fanned out from their corners. His skin was growing slack with age and lack of activity, evidenced by the looseness of his once-muscular arms revealed by an old and tattered tie-die wifebeater t-shirt. A bit of a gut hung over the waistline of his worn-out, patched flare-bottomed jeans. His feet were in a pair of sandals, which also had seen better days. Jerry was the park’s resident stoner. Having been on disability for years he always seemed to be high.
“Whose kiddies are these?” he greeted with a stoned smile on his mug.
“What’s goin’ on, Jerry?” JB responded. “These are my sons. They’re just visiting. For a short time.” He emphasized these last words.
“Sons? Ho-ly shee-it!” Jerry rocked back on his heels with a stupid look on his face. “Didn’t even know you had any little ones.”
“I’m seventeen,” Jase spat out defiantly.
“Sure you are,” Jerry said loudly. Jerry was always loud. He stumbled forward and extended a hand to Jason. “Seventeen. That’s a good age. I remember when I was seventeen. Long goddam time ago.” To Billy, “How ‘bout you, young man?”
“Sixteen,” Billy revealed, accepting the stranger’s outstretched hand. Jerry had a surprisingly strong grip. “I’m Billy and this here is Jason.”
“Billy and Jason,” Jerry repeated, knowing damned well he’d forget in a few minutes. “How’d an ugly sumbitch like you have two good looking boys, JB?”
“Sit the fuck down before you fall down, Jerry,” JB advised him.
“Thank you, thank you. I think I will do that,” he accepted the invitation and plopped down into a cheap plastic job. “You wouldn’t have another one of them beers, would you?”
“I’ll get it,” Jase volunteered and hustled off.
“Nice young fella,” Jerry complimented. “Seventeen and eighteen, you say?”
“Sixteen and seventeen, Jer,” Bubba corrected. “You fuckin’ stoned already?”
Jerry grinned stupidly. “Is there any other way, Bubby? Oops, maybe I shouldn’t say that in front of the boy.”
“I know what weed is, mister,” Billy rolled his baby blues. “Me and my buddies smoke sometimes.”
JB sighed and shook his head. Another revelation. What else would he learn about the boys before they were returned to their tramp mother?
Jerry was on a roll. He was a happy-go-lucky pothead who didn’t seem to ever shut up. Directing his attention to Morris he said, loudly of course, “I don’t know you, man, do I?”
“This here is Morris. He works with us down at the warehouse,” JB made the introduction. “Mo, this is Jerry, our resident burnout.”
Jerry slapped his thigh and hooted. Getting up to shake hands, bump fits or any other form of greeting was out of the question at the moment. He settled for waving a hand. “Nice to meet you, brother.”
“Back at you,” Morris responded. Stoned white folks amused him. They always made damned fools of themselves.
Jase returned with the beer and handed it to Jerry, who excessively thanked him. The men fell into casual conversation while Billy leaned against the trailer with arms folded across his chest and Jason found a spot by a tall tree just behind JB. Their talk was rather boring, but both boys were amused by gregarious Jerry. One beer led to two, two became three. The boys were quick to serve, enjoying watching the grown men get tipsy. They came out of the cooling trailer that final time to catch a glimpse of the joint being passed around, quickly hidden by JB behind his back. As if they couldn’t smell the odor.
Bubba slapped his chunky thighs and struggled out of his seat. “Gotta take me a wicked piss,” he announced to all and wobbled off behind the trailer. Watching him depart, Jase considered for a moment and quickly followed. The trailer park was situated in a heavily wooded area with a small creek running through. There was enough foliage at this time of year to partially conceal JB’s lot from the one abutting across the creek to the rear. Bubba clumsily parked himself on the slight embankment and worked his zipper. Three twelve-ouncers and he was more than ready to squirt.
“Wait up!” came a small voice from behind him. “Don’t waste it!” Bubba looked over his shoulder to see young Jason hurrying toward him. The dark-haired JB-replica rushed forward, dropped to his knees in front of a buzzed Bubba, angled his head upward and said, “Okay, let ‘er rip!” Bubba looked down at the boy’s wide-open mouth with astonishment. JB’s son wanted to be used like a toilet!
Oh cripes, Bubba thought, here we go again. Just a few days ago the boys had gotten hold of him when his common sense was addled by beer and weed. Now, once more he was placed in the same fucking position. The problem was that he really needed to piss and this thirsty boy was directly in his line of fire. Bubba had done a lot of things in his sex life, but nothing like this. The perverse idea sort of aroused him. It’s not as if his dick was going up that nice tight pussy like last time, he told himself. A quick piss and it would all be over before JB caught on. Oh Lordy, why was his fat ass in this confounded situation!
Bubba’s bloated bladder won out. There was only so long he could hold all that urine. The stream came bursting out of his wide piss hole and hit the target. Jason held his tongue out and expanded his jaws as far as they would go, as if not wanting to lose a precious drop. The warm, tangy liquid filled his face hole. Jase gargled, quickly swallowed and waited for the refill. Piss from men at the rest room outside of the supermarket where Mama shopped was okay, but he had quickly learned that beer piss was extra special. Mama’s ex-boyfriend Clint taught him that after he’d tied one on and Mama passed out.
Bubba had thirty-six ounces to unload and it was coming out full force. Jase let it fill his mouth just until the point of overflowing and then scarfed it all down. He was like a damned funnel! Despite the fact that he was pissing, Bubba’s dick had begun to grow hard. Good thing he was nearly empty because Bubba didn’t know if he could piss through a hard on. When Jase saw the flow begin to lessen, he compensated by moving in closer to Bubba’s bushy red crotch, taking the dickhead between his lips and siphoning off the last of the golden nectar. Bubba’s cock was rock hard by now. Jason began to suck.
JB had relaxed enough to bring the marijuana stick back out into the open, passing it on to Jerry. He eyed Billy, who responded with a sweet smile and a twinkle in his blues. JB had little doubt that, along with other things he shouldn’t know, the kid was familiar with killer weed. But smoking in front of his son still made him a bit uncomfortable. After a while Billy got bored of standing there and not being included. Pushing his back away from the trailer he moseyed off to see what his brother was up to.
First time he’d been behind the trailer and he found the semi-seclusion of the area and the babbling brook kind of neat. Discovering Jason with his face buried in obese Bubba’s hairy crotch came as no surprise. It was precisely what he had expected. Muscling off his t-shirt and casually tossing it aside he stepped up behind Bubba. Dropping to his knees he yanked the man’s fat ass cakes apart and buried his unblemished face between them. Bubba’s shit ditch was funky, ripe and tart, exactly the way Billy liked it. Reminded him of Coach’s after they had a private sweaty match on the gymnasium mats.
While Jason sucked the fat man’s hog Billy ate out his chunky ass. Bubba just stood there on the creek’s bank helpless against the two teen animals. He was buzzed just enough not to consider their father’s presence a short distance away. This wasn’t Bubba’s first foray in this wooded area, which was quite popular with park residents’ clandestine encounters. It was just about a week ago he was lured to the creek by Sue Ann Brewster, Chuck and Evelyn Brewster’s pigtailed, freckle-face teenage daughter. She had lain there on the embankment while he ate out her sweet little trailer trash twat, recalling how papa Chuck had boasted one night amongst the gathered menfolk that Sue Ann had the juiciest pussy in the county. The thought of his buddy Chuck’s daddy dick up little Susie’s puss had Bubba eating her ravenously.
Bubba enjoyed having his ass licked. Weren’t many who were into giving, but this son of JB’s was voracious. His thick wet tongue was licking the full length of his split, pausing every now and then to tease his shit bud. The cute blond was cleaning him up better than Charmin ever could. Bubba pushed his big, hairy ass back against Billy’s face, eliciting a garbled cry of protest from Jason, who had temporarily been robbed of cock. Was only a temporary deferment for soon Jase was taking him down to his red curlies once more. Damn if that seventeen-year-old couldn’t suck a cock! He swallowed the whole damned thing every time, making Bubba’s chunky toes curl in his work boots. Between Jase on his dick and Billy lapping his crack Bubba was one happy hick.
The three other men were deep in weed-enhanced conversation about trivial matters when JB’s phone buzzed. Drawing it out of his back pocket he saw Trudy’s number on the screen. He was just beer-buzzed and pleasantly high enough to have this conversation. Trudy’s first words were, “I saw you called and didn’t leave no goddam message. What the hell do you want?”
JB hoisted himself up from his chair and moved away, wanting some privacy for this conversation. “It’s about these two boys. You gotta take ‘em back, Trudy. This place ain’t good for them.”
“Piece of shit father you turned out to be,” she shrilled. “You ain’t had ‘em forty-eight hours and you already can’t handle them.” They were off and running.
Jerry had proved to be quite the chatterbox when high and kept old Morris amused while the others were occupied. At one point he looked over his shoulder and said, “Wonder where Bubby got off to. Better check he didn’t fall into the creek and drown hisself while on my weed.” He rose from the chair with some effort and stood in front of Morris on unsteady legs. “You comin’ with?”
Morris shook his nappy head. “Naw, I just sit here and enjoy the feeling,” he said with a wide, stupid grin.
Jerry laughed. “I hear ya, brother. Be right back.” And he made his way to the back of the trailer, swaying all the way. He rounded the corner and saw shapes through the foliage down by the creek’s edge. As he forged forward, he took pause. “Whoa! Far out, man!!” Juggling with the zipper on his bell-bottom jeans he trudged forward.
Jason was throat fucking Bubba’s fat cock like a chicken going down for its feed. And Jerry could barely make out Billy’s features, his face was so deeply embedded between Bubba’s extra-large ass cheeks. Damn, this was better than any acid trip he’d ever taken! With his dick hanging out and hardening Jerry stepped right up to Bubba and the dark-haired boy and slapped his unit against his face. From the corner of his eye Jason saw it and nearly choked. The hippie had major meat!
While everything else about him looked like an overage burnout, Jerry’s cock was impressive. It was thick and heavily veined with a cowl of silky skin covering its dome. Jason watched, eyes growing wider and wider, as it lengthened and thickened by the second. When it reached its maximum eleven-and-a-half inches Jason took it in hand and stroked the huge stem, drawing the foreskin back from the swollen, pink head. Crumbles of dick cheese fell away and Jason whimpered excitedly around Bubba’s beef.
Coming off the fat redneck Jason wrapped his fist around Bubba’s ramrod and stroked it as he turned his attention to the other. Pulling the skin back he licked all over the swollen head. It was a huge, dome-shaped thing in bad need of washing. Jason lapped it clean of the nasty smegma, which tasted like sour milk. But Jase devoured it anyway. When he had the juicy plumb spit-shined he took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked on it while stroking the full-length of the shaft.
“Hot damn, why didn’t y’all tell me JB had cock suckin’ sons,” Jerry exclaimed.
“Quiet down!” Bubba warned in a hushed town. “Ole JB’d be pissed off if’n he knew what we was doin’ back here. Fuck, the other one’s got his tongue up my ass now!”
“Far out, man!” Jerry declared.
Billy speared his dripping tongue through Bubba’s asshole and ate the fat man as though he hadn’t had breakfast or lunch and this was dinner. He bore through the tight sphincter again and again, fucking big Bubba with his licker. Buried deep as he could go, he lashed around inside, battering the walls of the redneck’s rectum. “Awwwwwww, fuuuuuck!” Bubba groaned, pushing his ass back against Billy’s creamy face. Billy was eating him out real good, his tongue searching for the hidden nub that would really make Bubba go wild.
Jase had traded Jerry’s monster for Bubba’s, although he territorially kept his hand wrapped around its base. The grizzly redhead was in pig’s heaven, being eaten from both ends. Billy’s tongue was whipping around in his asshole and Jase had his cock down his throat again. These boys of JB’s really knew how to take care of a man. Bubba couldn’t figure why JB wanted to get rid of them. Hell, he’d be glad to have them as permanent fixtures in his trailer.
When Jase had Bubba sufficiently worked up he turned his attention back to Jerry’s weapon. He took as much of it as he could into his mouth and then began gulping inch after inch down his throat. Like a carnival sword swallower Jase kept chugging it down until his lips were buried in the pothead’s ample bush. “Outasight, dude,” Jerry gushed. “Ain’t nobody ever took the whole thing before!” Indeed, Jase had successfully swallowed nearly a foot of plump, hard cock. He just held it there, his esophagus pulsing along with the heated prick. He’d learned the nose breathing technique long ago or he would have otherwise suffocated on the huge cock. What he couldn’t control were the little tears escaping from the sides of his eyes. Jerry took him by the back of the head and started fucking his throat. Long strokes in and long strokes out. Jerry loved the feeling each time he propelled his piece through the kid’s seemingly depthless throat. Each thrust came a bit faster and soon Jerry was pounding the teen’s face.
What a sight, Bubba thought as he stood there watching the defilement while stroking his cock. The other brother was treating his asshole royally, but Bubba needed some dick action. Turning his big bulk to face Billy, he slapped him across one rosy cheek with his leaking dick. Taking the queue, Billy latched onto the chubby cock with his lips and sucked it into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Bubba’s fat lower lip quivered as the cute blond looked up at him through those baby blues while he worked his cock. The boy was there on his knees, legs widespread, one hand yanking on Bubba’s nutsac while the other corkscrewed around the length of cock not buried in his mouth. It was enough to make Bubba want to cream his face. The teen was good. He was real good! Both these boys could suck better than a hundred dollar hooker. Joe Bob just didn’t realize the talent he had living under his roof.
Morris was comfortably stretched out in the rickety lounge chair, legs sprawled out before him and his head leaning back to look up at the late afternoon sky. He found it amazing how everything looked and sounded clearer when he was on a THC high. Bubba always had good stuff, not like that skunk weed that the kid next trailer to his sold. Only problem was it made him so relaxed that he became sleepy. If he didn’t get his ass up he was liable to fall to sleep right there. JB was over by his truck, heavily into his phone call. Seemed to Morris it wasn’t a good one, because JB sounded angry as hell. Looking about at his surroundings Morris realized he was sitting there alone. It sure was taking Bubba and the burnout a long time to wiz. Morris decided to get up, if he could, and see what they were all up to. Besides, he needed to take a leak himself.
Although he was fifty-eight Morris was still fairly strong and spry after all his working years as a hard laborer. He was also pretty sharp in the brain, as well. But the weed had done its thing and he found his mobility a bit challenged. Good thing he had the body of JB’s trailer alongside him for support. He rounded the corner, hauled out his dick and let the piss rip right there, oblivious as to what was going on a short distance away. Seemed to him as if he pissed forever, but knew that was the effect of the reefer. When he’d tinkled his last drop he managed to zip up without losing balance. Was about to turn back when the realization struck him that he hadn’t encountered the other fellas. Squinting through the rays of the late afternoon sun filtering through the high trees bordering the back lot he saw shapes just beyond those elms, oaks or whatever in fuck they were. He was no botanist.
Morris trudged drunkenly through the foliage toward the assembled group. He wasn’t exactly being quiet about it, trampling through the underbrush with his heavy work boots. “Hey fellas, what you all doin’?” he greeted, and then nearly bowled over when he realized what was going on.
“Shut the fuck up and get your black ass over here,” Bubba hissed. Stunned by the sight of JB’s sons on their knees giving head to the two men, Morris nevertheless stumbled forward.
“Where’s ole JB?” Bubba asked in a hushed town.
“On de phone. Bitchin’ at his ex-old lady, I think,” Morris replied in a low tone, his widened eyes on the blond working his co-worker’s meat.
“Good. That old whore’ll keep him busy for a bit,” Morris said. “Get your dick out and get you some. These two’ll suck the cum right out of ya.”
Morris smacked his fat lips together, considered for a moment, and then reached for his fly. He hauled out what amounted to a long black eel. Throating Jerry, Jason saw it from the corner of his eye and---for the first time---nearly choked on the stoner’s foot long. The black man soft was bigger than Jerry hard!
Although Billy was occupied with big fat Bubba, Jason had to get to this spectacular cock before his brother did. Releasing Jerry’s piece from his lips he quickly scrambled on all fours to Morris, threw his head back with mouth opened wide and swallowed the limp marvel. It actually went down easily. Jason’s lips chewed on the base, buried in a grey fluff of coarse pubic hair, as he looked up into Morris’ aged face. Morris tried to shake off the hallucination. No way had this kid taken him whole. It had to be Jerry’s killer weed.
Both Bubba and Jerry were equally astounded. For Bubba it quickly ended when Billy gave his dick a warning nip of the teeth and drew his attention back to matters at hand. Jason was massaging that buried beast with his throat, feeling it expand as he milked it. The old black man had an expression of amazement on his typically Negro features. Most would have turned and run when they saw what he was cursed with, but this boy was actually grooving on it.
As it continued to grow Jason had a moment of panic, thinking that it might become lodged in his throat and cause damage. Wisely, he choked it out and the big cock sprung upwards and away from him. It was a mouth-watering vision, hovering above his star-struck face. Glistening with his saliva, the ebony rod had indeed thickened a great deal but miraculously---and thankfully---not lengthened. Fourteen inches of horse cock was already more than enough for Jase to handle. He supposed it was those finger-thick veins rising up from the root that allowed the monstrosity to stand upright.
“Goddam!” Bubba exclaimed when he got a gander at it. “Where in tarnation did you get that sumbitch!?”
Morris chuckled. “Mama always tole me not to lie or my nose’d grow. Well, it wasn’t my nose what growed, I guess.”
“Shee-it!” Bubba exclaimed. “That boy got his self a mouthful.” To remind Bub of who was his number one boy at the moment, Billy nicked the head of his cock with an incisor. Bubba swatted him on the top of his blond head in retaliation and Billy countered by squeezing his nutsac extra hard. Bubba rather enjoyed the rough treatment.
Jase rose higher on his knees to be on level with Morris’ meat and once more took it into his famished mouth. His lips traveled over the slick black dick until the head collided with his tonsils. Curiously, the acorn-shaped crown was the same width as the shaft, possibly even a tad leaner. Tilting his head to a more advantageous position he once again relaxed his throat muscles, allowing it to re-visit his throat. He just had to have it all!
All the while Jerry, who had dropped down behind Jase, had his hand stuffed down the back of the teen’s shorts and was fingering his moist hole while he stroked his pecker. Here he’d been thinking he had the biggest dick around these parts. This old black guy had him beat by at least two inches, far as Jerry could estimate. The kid already had three-quarters of it buried between his widespread lips and was bobbing on it.
Grasping Jase’s shorts Jerry pulled them down and dragged them to the kid’s ankles. Cute little ass on him, Jerry thought as he ran his hands all over the tender buttocks. Spitting down onto the head of his prick he realized he was leaking heavily and wasn’t really in need of any extra lube. Anchoring Jase’s trim legs apart he crawled up to the boy, slapped his cock heavily against his lower back and brought the engorged head to the twitching hole. He wasted little time pushing the large helmet straight through Jase’s cunt lips and popping it inside. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” he moaned, as Jase’s warm, smooth puss began nursing his fat head. “Nicest pussy I ever slipped my dick into!”
“Oh, yeah?” It was Billy, who had caught the action in his peripheral vision. “You ain’t had mine yet.”
Bubba slapped his hardon against Billy’s face and ordered, “Get your mouth back on my dick, boy, and don’t be worryin’ about what’s goin’ on over yonder!” Billy obliged by wolfing Bubba back down. Bubba countered by holding the blond in place and rough fucking his cherry-lipped mouth.
Jerry’s hips lurched forward and impaled Jase on every one of his thick twelve inches. Jase attempted to shout out around the outrageously sized cock in his mouth, but the sound was muffled. Leaning forward, he took Jase by the shoulders and began plowing the boy’s guts. Between the two of them Jase was taking twenty-six inches of hard, manly cock. Jerry undulated his pelvis, fucking the boy’s insides from different angles while Morris stood there with hands on hips and allowed Jase to service his oversized meat. Bubba’s blubber was shimmying and shaking as he pounded fuck out of Billy’s face. A jogger on the trail to the other side of the stream paused in his run to watch the bawdy action. Pulling down his running shorts, he released his burgeoning hardon and stroked to the bawdy scene.
Out front of the trailer JB was still arguing loudly with Trudy over the phone. All the shouting failed to attract the neighbors. In this neighborhood of trailer trash they were used to commotion. Trudy wasn’t relenting. There was no way she was taking the boys back after what they had done with Heck, who she had forgiven for his indiscretion. “Well, FUCK YOU, TOO!” he shouted when she hung up on him. He had to control himself from bashing the phone against the truck and risking damage. Shee-it! What in hell was he going to do now? Looked like he was stuck with the two deviants. Turning back to the trailer he saw that everyone had gone. Now, where in the fuck were they all? Maybe inside the trailer. That was okay, he needed to take a leak anyhow. But when he got inside, the place was empty. JB went to the john, released his bladder and made his way back outside. Glancing from one way to the other he decided to check out the rear. When he turned the corner he nearly stumbled over his own feet when he saw the five of them just through the brush at the back.
Ho-ly shee-it! His best buddy, co-worker and neighbor were all over his sons. Or was it the other way around? More than likely the latter. Goddam, that snake on Morris was humongous. And Jasie was taking every fucking inch of it! The cock sailing in and out of his asshole was no slouch either. Who knew the pothead was super-hung? On the other side, that turncoat friend of his was going to town fucking his hog in and out of Billy’s cute face. These boys couldn’t be left alone for a heartbeat in time without getting down on dick.
And he was stuck with them, at least until they turned eighteen and he could toss them out on their asses. Jase was close, he figured. But he’d be saddled with Billy for over a year. Spying the jogger flogging his meat JB was surprised he hadn’t jumped the crick and joined in. What was a father to do? There was obviously no controlling these two. JB was defeated. The old adage “if you can’t beat ‘em, join em’” came to mind. Shrugging in defeat, he moved forward.
Unzipping his fly as he went, JB fished out his quickly stiffening eight inches of daddy meat. Seemed there was only one orifice currently available so he went for it. Wrapping strong, hairy forearms around Billy’s tight waist he hoisted the boy’s hind quarters up to an advantageous level. Without releasing the cock from his mouth Billy looked over one rounded shoulder to learn the identity of his manhandler. His baby blues went wide and he bellowed around Bubba’s dick. In the few short days he had been in JB’s company daddy had never had such a ferocious look on his ruggedly handsome face. His frown was so severe that his brows nearly bisected, nostrils snorted widely, teeth gnashed and his eyes were sharp and angry. Brazen Billy was actually a bit fearful.
JB backhanded Billy’s full, rounded ass cheeks. Billy winced. Dissatisfied, JB whacked him again. And again. That is what fathers do to naughty boys, after all. With every strike of his open palm JB’s dick grew harder and harder until his pride and joy was standing tall and Billy’s cakes were a mean shade of crimson. JB wasn’t sure where the kid got it from, but he had a sweet bubble butt. Between that muscular roundness the muscle boy’s little pink button was winking at JB, teasing and taunting him.
JB whacked him one final time, took hold of his manhood and guided it to the perky hole. He thrust his cock head against the teen’s dilating ass lips and sunk inside. Billy instinctively lurched back, impaling himself on daddy dick. JB was in him up to the balls and ready to discipline his rowdy ass. He immediately set the pace by fucking the boy with quick and powerful full-length thrusts.
Spitting out Bubba’s beefsteak Billy bayed, “Fuck my ass, Pops! Oh, yeah…fuck the shit outa me!”
Bubba smacked Billy’s face, grabbed a fist full of his blond hair and angled his head so that Billy was looking up at him. “Watch yer mouth, boy! Now get back to eatin’ my dick.” Which Billy did. Looking across at the father, he apologized, “Sorry for hittin’ your son, JB. It’s just that sometimes it’s the only thing a young’un listens to.”
“Beat the fuck out of him for all I care,” JB snarled, panting as he fucked vigorously. This was a JB Bubba had never seen before. “Better yet,” JB went on, “pound fuck out of his face with that fat hog of yours.”
“Sure thing, buddy,” Bubba responded with a big smile on his hairy face. Now that he had JB’s permission he felt a lot more comfortable. “Take this, ya li’l boy whore,” he growled and punched into Billy’s gullet with force, crudely slamming in to the balls. He held Billy’s face against his groin and, with his cock buried, ground his pelvis against the kid’s face. Billy’s nose was buried in Bubba’s wild ginger man-bush and he could easily smell the day’s work sweat gathered up there. Bubba pulled back and slammed forward again, matching the force and velocity of JB’s powerful fuck thrusts. Billy was getting a rough fucking from both ends.
Right beside them, Morris and Jerry had changed places. Now Morris was plowing Jason’s pussy with his black dick and Jerry was throat fucking the boy. Morris was truly assaulting young Jase, showing amazing stamina for a man of his years. He fucked all fourteen inches into Jase’s seemingly bottomless ass pit, drew it almost completely out and then slammed back in. Jerry was really pounding the kid’s face with all twelve of his, never removing it completely from Jase’s throat. Jase was holding on to Jerry’s thighs for dear life with the battering he was taking at his back side. He felt like the black man’s cock head was fucking clear up to his sternum, as anatomically impossible as that may be. This was Jason’s first interracial fuck; if all black men were built like Morris it wouldn’t be his last. The snow-capped Negro was fucking him something fierce with that monstrous rod.
Bubba began moaning. His features became flushed. “Aw fuck, kid, I’m a-cummin,” he announced. “I’m a -cummin! Here it comes!” And he did. Hot loads of jism gushed from his cock and shot straight down Billy’s esophagus. His legs grew weak and trembled. He was perspiring heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. Bubba held his dick in Billy’s throat until his final surge, pulled up into the cavern of the boy’s mouth and allowed it to rest there while Billy cleaned it off. “Goddam, that boy can suck a dick,” Bubba gushed breathlessly. “Why in tarnation would you wanna send him away?” JB was too busy power-fucking the blond to respond.
Bubba fell away, resting back with his big butt on a nearby rock formation along the creek’s edge. JB continued to repeatedly plunge his daddy dick into Billy’s asshole, showing strong endurance. The boy’s pussy was damned good. Indeed, it felt more like pussy, a tight one, than he had expected. And the kid was strong, taking whatever JB gave him. Tossing back his head, he noticed the jogger still standing there watching and jerking. Raising an arm, he motioned him over. The fella registered surprise but he deftly jumped the creek and came over to join, hard dick leading the way.
“Feed my boy your dick,” he invited. The guy was quick to comply. He stepped up in front of the gorgeous blond boy, who gobbled his meat down in a flash. The guy shivered all over and moaned with delight as the boy serviced him.
“You new around these parts? I never seen you before,” JB managed between thrusts.
The stranger licked his lips with delight. The kid was making wild love to his seven incher. “Name’s Keith. Keith Andrews. Me and the wife moved in to that vacant trailer on Cypress just a couple weeks ago. Is this really your son?”
“Yep,” JB responded, his breathing heavy from his fuck exertions. “So’s t’other one.” He extended an arm and met Keith for a handshake over Billy’s squirming body. “Name’s Joe Bob Hoover, but ev ‘rybody calls me JB.”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m sure.” Keith was impressed by JB’s strong grip. JB figured the man to be in his late thirties, maybe forties. He looked something like a school principal JB had had in junior high, all short-haired, neat and proper. His legs showed that he had been running for years. While Keith gave the appearance of being milquetoast, it was obvious from his actions that he was not.
Billy gave the man an awesome welcome to the neighborhood while daddy destroyed his ass. JB’s actions only served to make Billy more aggressive. He gave Keith what was likely to be the best head this guy had ever had, using his lips, tongue and teeth to entice him, making sure that when Keith got atop his wife he’d be thinking about him instead.
A chain reaction occurred with the terrific trio huffing, puffing, moaning and groaning their way to release. Jase was the first to go. With fourteen inches of black dick pounding his hole it was little wonder. Panting like mad around Jerry’s dick his body convulsed and shot young cum all over the ground below him. As he shot his ass clamped down like a vice on Morris’ black beauty. That was all it took for Morris to reach the point of no return. Burying himself impossibly far up in the boy’s hole he pumped out his load. Jerry was but mere seconds behind the other two, squirting fresh bullets into Jase’s sucking mouth. Jase sucked and swallowed Jerry’s offering while he squeezed and drew out all that Morris’ nuts had to offer.
Before being invited to the party Keith had been jerking his meat for so long before joining the party that he was more than ready to burst. Those gorgeous blue eyes looking up at him out of a youthfully handsome face as the muscular boy sucked his cock had set his balls to boiling. With a hoarse cry he did, flooding Billy’s mouth with his hot cum. Billy never let up, working every bit of man juice out of him. Keith had never had such a fabulous blow job; his wife refused to perform that particular service. But Billy refused to release him until he’d totally drained and cleaned his fatigued meat.
Keith stumbled back to the big tree behind him, using it for support as he worked at retaking his breath, blessing his good fortune at having chanced upon this erotic encounter. Father and son were the two remaining as yet unsatisfied. JB aggressively flipped his son onto his back along water’s wedge, took a place between his spread thighs and mounted him again. In standard missionary position he resumed a torrid fuck. Eyeball to eyeball he pounded hell out of Billy’s slick hole. Relentlessly JB tore into the boy, teeth gnashing and hips rapidly rising and falling. His hot beer breath gushed over Billy’s face and his sweat drops sprayed over the boy’s muscular frame. Billy ran his hands over JB’s arms and chest, plucked at his erect nipples and idol worshipped his sexy father. Daddy dearest was constantly hitting that special spot in his jock pussy that made his big boy cock throb with each passing.
Billy tensed, shuddered and bellowed, “You’re gonna make me shoot, Daddy! Fuck me even harder! Ah fuck, I LOVE YOU, DADDY!!” And his teen dick erupted, shooting healthy doses of teen cream clear across his heaving torso. JB fucked him clear through his momentous release before his own body began quivering, his muscles straining. With a savage growl his dick exploded, shooting molten daddy cum from his aching balls into the boy’s grasping cunt. “Fuck yeah, Daddy! Gimme your hot load,” the blond gushed, goading JB on by working his pussy muscles. Cum continued to gush from JB’s gaping piss slit, loading up the boy with would-be brothers. When fully spent he fell atop the teen, his grizzled chin resting on one rounded shoulder while Billy wrapped his arms around his back and cuddled.
There was no going back. JB realized he had bred one son and would soon be doing the same to the other. Then they would both be his. He could do whatever he wanted with them. The one thing he would never do was return them to Trudy. The game had changed. There would be house rules, of course. The idea of “baby sitting” or activity centers was out. During school hiatus they could remain here at home and fuck their way through the park, if they desired. But when daddy came home they had to be there waiting. In his bed. Naked as the day they were born, on their backs with legs up and their pussies warm and wet with the rewards of their day’s conquests. Oh, he’d share. Bubba, Morris, some of the other warehouse workers, maybe even Randy if he wasn’t being too much of a prick, would be invited for after-work brews and boy pussy. And when these men were through with them he’d show them how daddy fucked his bad boys.
Life would indeed be sweet for Joe Bob and his trailer park boys.
