Tell Them Willie Boy Came Here

The following is a work of fiction depicting graphic scenes of sexual encounters between consenting individuals and is meant to be enjoyed by an adult audience.

Willie Wilson, only recently eighteen years old, and Suzie Mitchell, a few months younger, were going at it hot and heavy in the back seat of his second-hand coupe. Suzie was a cutie, a cheerleader type with wide impressive hazel eyes and dark hair worn in a short, pixie cut. Her lips were plush, pouting and painted pink. She had a nice little figure with a tight, appealing ass and pert titties, neither too large nor too small. Currently her breasts were free of bra and, with her shirt rolled up nearly to the throat, exposed to her boyfriend.

Willie was a good looking boy with a splash of freckles across his cheeks, full plump lips and a cute pug nose. He had a wild head of thick, curly and tousled auburn hair with that just-got-out-of bed look. A high school athlete, he sported a well-toned, although not overly muscular, body. His eyes were caramel colored and framed by long, delicate lashes. Those eyes were now looking up from his position on the floor of the car between Suzie's creamy thighs watching as she toyed with her big nipples while he ate her out. Suzie had a nice, juicy cunt and she was a squirter, something which totally turned Willie on. She hadn't let him fuck her, at least not yet, but Willie was hopeful. There was nothing quite like sticking his dick in a tight, warm hole and going to town on it.

Occasionally she honored him with a hand job, once tried go down on him and gagged, but she sure liked having her snatch munched. The way she was writhing around on that upholstered seat and moaning aloud made Willie believe he was master of the act. And when she came, amid high-pitched shrieks and sighs dousing him with her discharge, Willie took it full on the face. He smacked his lips, allowed some to squirt in his mouth and tasted her essence. When she was done he went back in and gave her now ultra-sensitive clit a real tongue lashing, making her practically jump up out of the seat.

Wiping his face with the handkerchief he'd learned to always carry in a back pocket Willie came up to sit beside the fatigued girl, running one hand over her titties while he worked the zipper of his jeans with the other. But Suzie, the cunt, brushed him off. It was late. He knew her father wanted her home by ten and it was rapidly approaching the witching hour. To be truthful, Willie didn't really think he'd be getting any but clung to some fraction of optimism. Tidying themselves they crawled up to their respective seats in the front and left the secluded spot.

It was a short drive to the Mitchell home, a nice split level in a suburban neighborhood just a few blocks from the Wilsons. Rather than full-on tongue, Suzie gave Willie a quick peck on the cheek lest her mother be peering from behind the blinds. She scampered off up the walkway. Willie waited until she was safely inside before putting the car back into gear.

But he didn't go home. In fact, he didn't even go far. Allowing the car to roll down just out of sight of the Mitchell place he parked curbside and stepped out. The air had a touch of an autumn chill making him instinctively gather his school team jacket around him. Looking around to be certain the coast was clear he quickly made his way across the lawn and along the side of the Mitchell's house. Observing the light on in Susie's upstairs bedroom he waited. Only after it had been extinguished did he resume his journey around to the rear of the house. Down a flight of cement steps he went to the entrance of the basement level. Trying the door he found it unlocked, as he knew it would be. Making his way through the familiar area, illuminated only by the light coming from an opened doorway on the far side of the basement, Willie stepped through the threshold and grinned at what awaited him there.

This part of the basement had been converted to a recreation room, complete with pool table and wet bar. Comfortable sofas and chairs faced a wide-screen television. It was the lair, the man cave, of the head of the house. Scott Mitchell was there, lounging on a recliner with drink in hand, unabashedly nude. He was a big, gruff-looking man, solid and husky. His thick skull was buzzed close to the scalp, probably to mask the beginnings of balding in the back, but his face sported a full beard and mustache. He had a wide, almost Nubian nose and large dark eyes under a thick, hooded brow. His husky body was literally covered in swirls of dark hair, over his chest, barreled belly, and on his strong arms and legs. His cock, a thick piece of daddy meat, stretched lazily across one thigh, its root buried in a dense thatch of rich pubic hair.

"Was beginning to think you wasn't coming, boy," he said in his deep baritone voice.

Willie shrugged his shoulders. "Me and Suzie, we was just----"

"I know what you and Suzie were doin'," the big man interrupted. Then, with a gleam in his eye, "Now's my turn."

With a lopsided, knowing grin Willie skinned off his letter jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the carpeted floor. Kicking off his Nikes, t-shirt, jeans, socks and briefs soon followed. He stood there before Mitchell's appraising eyes in all his teen splendor.

"Get over here, boy," the older man growled as his masculine body came to an upright position at the edge of the recliner. Willie walked right into the spread of his hairy legs, took him by the back of the head and slid his boy cock into the man's open, salivating mouth. Mitchell's hairy knuckled hands got a hold on Willie's tight ass cheeks and pulled him close as he swiftly swallowed fresh, tasty teen meat down his gullet. Willie sighed and shivered, as he always did when Mr. Mitchell engulfed his spirited seven inches.

Mitchell wasted little time with preliminaries, hungrily eating Willie's bone hard dick while his big hands kneaded the succulent mounds of sweet bared ass. Willie sighed each time his teen tool disappeared between the chunky, salivating lips of the horned up man. Lodged in his relaxed throat Mitchell really went to town on the buried bone, his mouth making all sorts of nasty, lurid sloshing sounds. It was a painfully slow process for Willie when the hungry man finally pulled back, but Mitchell loved savoring every scrumptious inch. Holding Willie's sexy cock in one beefy hand he licked and lapped around the perfect head, then sucked it into the vacuum of his mouth and relished it with his throbbing tongue. The big man groaned with delight at the first drop of tangy cock honey and really went to town on the throbbing cock knob, coaxing more teen juice from the aching rod. Willie was as much a leaker as Suzie was a squirter and gave the raunchy father more than enough dick slime to savor. Mitchell sloshed it about in his pig's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fruity and nutty flavor before swallowing it down and warming his bear's belly.

Cupping Willie's fat, ripe ball bag in one paw Mitchell pulled down, stretching out the sac and causing the teen's randy dick to stand up even more stiffly. He went down on the boy once again, burying his flared nose in Willie's fragrant bush before shooting back up to the top. Mitchell proceeded to bob his head rapidly up and down on the full length of the boy's throbbing meat, effectively fucking his face hole. Willie shuddered each time his girlfriend's dad plunged down on him, the man's mustache and beard outlining his thick pink lips and looking almost like he imagined Suzie's pussy would be---when he finally got at it. Mitchell acted like a cock sucker in heat, snorting, slurping and sloshing around the fresh teen dick fucking deep into his throat.

Just when Willie began to feel the familiar tingle in his balls Mitchell released him. Making no move to wipe away the saliva and cock snot caking his facial hair he took Willie by the hips, spun him around and growled, "Let me at that ass, boy!"

Snickering, Willie hastily assumed the position. Standing on widespread legs he hunkered down, forearms resting above knees and ass thrust out toward the hot man. Mitchell grabbed at Willie's cakes, pulled them apart and exposed his pert little hole. With a bestial growl he dove in head first. His grizzled face rubbed against the creamy inner slopes of the young man's crack as his tongue frantically lapped at the pink knot. Chewing on the funky, tasty pucker and probing with his fully distended tongue he easily breached Willie's hot, young asshole.

Willie squirmed when Mr. Mitchell thrust his tongue deep into his shit chute and started swabbing around inside like an appliance gone haywire. His eyes flared wide and he sighed huskily as the older man proceeded to eat his hole with wanton desire. Willie didn't think a tongue could stretch that far, but Mitchell was plunging up there ever deeper. His wet unit churned up the boy's insides while he ravenously sucked on the pulsing hole, slovenly devouring rich ass juices. Mr. Mitchell really knew how to work a boy's asshole, as Willie learned from their first encounter. Back then his butt was all sweaty and funky, fresh from a soccer match, and Mitchell had been in pig heaven. Tonight he was ripe from squatting in the back seat of the car, eating Suzie's pristine pussy with the expectation of maybe, just maybe, getting a little something more. But even when that day finally came, if it ever did, Willie suspected he'd still keep to his clandestine sessions with the father. Suzie would never do the things to him that old man Mitchell could.

Scott Mitchell had wanted the boy ever since Suzie first brought him around. Young and loaded with pent-up cum, all teen boys were eager to fuck. And when their girl got them all heated up, then turned them down they were ripe for the picking. Old man Mitchell had been anxiously waiting for his daughter to hook up with one just the right side of eighteen, finally rewarded with cute and perennially horny Willie. The high school jock had a smooth, athletic body that was just about perfect, a thick and succulent prime piece of teenhood and a sweet, tasty asshole. Mitchell would never forget that first gasp from the boy when he felt his hot breath wash over his pucker, then the long drawn-out sigh when Scott's wet tongue began probing the then-virgin hole. From that moment on the boy enjoyed having his asshole eaten almost as much as Scott loved doing it.

Mindful of the hour Scott sucked on Willie's ass a short while longer before forcing himself away. With beard and 'stache wet with saliva and ass juices he smacked his lips together and said, "School night, boy. Your people'll want you home soon. Let's get to the fucking."

"Fuck, yeah!" Willie exclaimed enthusiastically, swiveling around to face the bear. As he turned, his steely hard prick slapped the side of Scott's bearded face. Scott eagerly took the offering, slovenly swallowing the magnificent, youthful prick and snorting around the teen's lush bush as he throat fucked the sensitive knob deep in his gullet. Burning with pleasure, young Willie sighed heavily and tossed back his head. Mr. Mitchell really knew how to work his unit. Although his experiences were few, he doubted there was any better. And it was such a fucking turn-on having the hunky, hairy father of his girl juicing on his cock. Over the past few weeks he'd fed Mitchell gallons of hardy teen cum, which the adult man slurped up and swallowed down with piggish delight. It always amazed Willie that the guy was able to take his load, because Willie came a lot. But Mitchell never lost a spurt. He was like a hog at the trough, gulping down every tasty offering.

Lost in the pleasure of expert cocksucking, Willie was almost startled when Scott's suctioning mouth was off him. The grown man stroked his spit-slickened, dripping dick in one fist while he squeezed the boy's ball sac with the other and panted, "The fucking! Now, boy!"

Willie felt a tingle in his tight bung and watched, dry mouthed, as Mr. Mitchell scooted lower on the recliner, lifting his legs and spreading them wide to expose his steamy trench. He knew he seemed like a novice but Willie just couldn't help staring. Mitchell's mounded gash was surrounded by a forest of dark, wiry hair, the greasy bunghole pulsing open and closed like a baby's yawning mouth. The lips of his puckered orifice were pink and swollen, every desperate pulse enticing Willie to engage further in depravity. Willie's tongue curled out between his lips, thinking how only a short time ago he'd late-night snacked in Mitchell's daughter's pristine pussy. In fact, he could still taste her.

Oh, how he'd wanted to fuck Suzie! Every time he was with her his fuck lust nearly drove him mad. Knowledge of the consolation prize anxiously awaiting him at the Mitchell man cave was all that kept him from doing something desperate. If he couldn't have sweet Suzie, at least not yet, he'd vivaciously settle for some raunchy dad cunt. Holding his throbbing hard on around its nicely thick base he moved into the expanse of Mr. Mitchell's widely spread thighs, his sex-glazed caramel eyes focused on the pulsing asshole. His lower lip quivered when the satiny head of his teen cock pressed up against Scott's warm, thumping hole. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes flared in amazement when the meaty lips pooched open and pulsed outward, ensnaring his crown in their desperate grip and greedily sucking him inside.

Mitchell's warm, slick ass channel clasped around Willie's hot prick and swiftly drew him deep inside until the boy's furry groin bucked up against him. Slack jawed, Willie observed the older man writhe and undulate before him. A sheen of lusty sweat broke out on his balding head as his hairy knuckled hands gripped the arms of the recliner he laid upon. His eyes were euphorically rolled up in his heavy lidded sockets while his wet tongue repeatedly rolled out to lick his hearty lips. One thing was certain: Scott Mitchell craved teen dick up his asshole.

Willie began to move his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and nearly out of the clutching, spasming hole. His eyes were focused on the point of contact, further aroused by the erotic image of his smooth teen meat sliding through Mitchell's wooly shitter. He eased his yearning erection full length through the man's hungry ass ring and far up into the steamy pit of his bowels. It was the way Scott liked it: slow and tender at first and then hard and rough.

Apparently Mitchell wasn't interested in sexy foreplay this evening and wanted to skip to the main event. With a wild look in his sex-glazed eyes he pounded his hairy pecs with closed fists and growled through tightly clenched teeth, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me like a man!"

Willie's eyes flared with excitement at Mitchell's desperate plea. He drew back the entirety of his teen dick from the man, leaving only the head in his pulsing hole. And purposely left it that way. Mitchell attempted to grind up against him, but Willie resisted. His ass tried to grab hold and yank Willie back inside, but Willie's resolve was stronger. For long, painful moments he tortured the older man until Mitchell was reduced to a frenzied, whimpering mess. He growled and swore, commanded and threatened, until finally he broke down and begged the boy to fuck him senseless. Willie always enjoyed exercising dominance over Suzie's father. It always made his dick that much harder knowing that this otherwise seemingly macho husband and father craved nothing more than to have Willie plow his asshole.

The hour was late so, wasting no more time, Willie jammed his ready cock deep into Scott Mitchell's bowels. He proceeded to plunge full hilt in and out of Scott's clutching hole, his naked loins slapping loudly against the man's hairy juncture with each forceful thrust. He was like an athlete on speed punch fucking way up inside the warm, sloppy man-pussy, giving his girl's dad everything he needed. Lewd sloshing sounds accompanied each long, savage jab from his steely hard prick. A sheen of perspiration had already broken out on his brow and threatened to turn into full-out sweat with each effort.

Scott's teeth were clenched, his face set in a grimace reflecting both pleasure and pain. His nostrils flared with each heavily panting breath. He grabbed at his man nubs, pulling them up from beneath their matt of chest hair and roughly twisted them between thick fingers. His undulating body shook with the force of Willie's strong thrusts, causing him to moan and groan loud enough to wake the household. His big dad cock pulsed steadily, leaking a stream of pre-cum over his hairy groin. Hungrily tightening his insides around Willie's fabulous boy cock he made his hole a satisfyingly snug channel for the teen to plunder.

"Fuck that hole, Willie!" he snarled. "Don't hold back! Fuck me rough with that hot teen dick, you fucker! Make me remember Willie-boy was here!"

Willie certainly wasn't holding back at all. He was fucking Mitchell with every bit of the exuberance of youth. Repeatedly he yanked back until only the bulb of his piece was lodged in Scott's ass mouth and then slammed forward, ramming every inch of his meat through the man's mushy membranes. Willie couldn't imagine Suzie's pussy feeling any better than her father's asshole did. Mitchell sure wasn't one to just lay there and take a fuck. He was using everything he had inside his ass to squeeze, fondle and caress Willie's sensitive cock, coaxing the boy to give the most heated fuck possible. It turned the boy on even more observing the delirious rapture evident from Mitchell's every action. He was pawing at his own body, yanking on his tits, pulling at his chest hair and snorting like a pig at the trough. Willie hardly realized it, but his own tongue was lolling out of the side of his mouth and repeatedly working the corner as he forcefully fucked onward through the burly bear's shit chute.

Onward Willie fucked, his tight teen body now dripping with perspiration. His breathing had become labored like that of a long-distance runner and his heart was beating rapidly in his young chest. Scott was moaning repeatedly and throwing his head from side to side on the recliner. His big dad dick had gone alarmingly stiff and turned an angry shade of purple. His body began to writhe, rock and lurch and then suddenly, with a violent bellow, bolts of cum blew from the gaping piss slit, shooting man cream all over his hairy torso. At the same time his asshole snapped tight as a drum around Willie, causing him to feel every ripple of old man Mitchell's orgasm through his own prick. The boy's body stiffened and his mouth fell open. "Oh! Oh!" he gasped. And then his dick was erupting, flooding Scott's fuck hole with sweet teen spunk. For each blast which shot from Scott's big dad cock Willie countered with another deep in his steaming man hole.

Finally drained, Willie stumbled backward on unsteady legs, his dripping erection dislodging itself from the fucked-out hole. Scott lay there trying to regain his breath. His torso and chest were a clotted mess of spent man seed. With his legs still lewdly raised Willie had a clear view of Mitchell's hairy, gaping asshole and the trickle of his own load lazily oozing out. For a long moment he considered dropping down there and eating the hole he'd just fucked, sucking his own load out of Scott Mitchell's deliciously wet asshole just like he ate the man’s daughter.

But before he could act on the fantasy Scott had moved to an upright position in the recliner, grasped Willie by the hips to draw him close and vacuumed his cock into his slurping mouth. Scott sucked, licked and lapped at Willie's unit, cleaning up every bit of remaining cock and ass juices. He had his big, hairy forearms around Willie's buttocks holding him close, knowing how weak the boy must be after his power fuck and gut-wrenching cum. Scott didn't release him until satisfied he'd washed the dick to freshness.

Releasing his hold he cleared his throat of jizz and, looking up at the boy, said, "You'd better get on home now, son. Don't want your people wondering."

"S-sure, Mr. Mitchell," Willie managed. Quickly gathering up his clothing he dressed while Mitchell sat back and observed. When Willie turned back to him he saw Scott sitting there, one leg thrown across an armrest while he diddled with his wilting prick.

"I guess I'll be going now," he said, almost sheepishly. He could never comprehend why, after nearly fucking the life out of Suzie's father, he always became almost shy afterwards. It was a quality Scott admired. He turned to leave the room just when he heard Scott call his name.

"Mr. Mitchell?"

"When are you and Suzie going out again?" the man inquired, a playful gleam in his eye.

"I was going to ask her to go to the game the night after tomorrow," Willie replied. "If-if that's alright with you and Mrs. Mitchell."

Scott smiled smugly. "That'll be alright with us, Willie. You're a fine young man. Mrs. Mitchell has said so on a few occasions. You and Suzie enjoy the game. And I'll be waiting for you right here."