Jamal rolled on to his back, his dick sticking straight up. I squeezed it from the base to the tip, watching a heavy drop of precum ooze from the tip.
Without pausing to stop myself, I leaned over and licked the precum up.
“Damn. You taste pretty good… for a pussy pounder.”
Jamal laughed heartily, “I’ve never been called that. But the pussy’s? They like the pounding I give.”
“I saw a brief sample of that last night. Where’d you meet her at?”
Jamal had to think about it for a minute and laughed when he said, “I think at the gym, but there’s so many I lose track.”
“Like uncle, like nephew.”
“Or? Like Dad, like son.”
I smiled down at him. “You sure about all this?”
Jamal smiled, “Yes, yes, 5 loads in my ass say yes.”
A thought crept into my mind, one I never thought would ever happen. Jamal saw it in my eyes.
“What’s going on in there dad? You thinking some dirty thoughts? You gonna add another load?”
“That ain’t happening tonight. Im drained. You however? You look Ike your balls are full.”
I reached down and cupped his big balls in my hand. “You inherited a good portion of the family treasure.”
“Fuck, never had a guy touch my balls before. Feels… good.”
With a devilish grin, I squeezed them and gently tugged them down, triggering a grunt from Jamal and another squirt of precum.
This one I wiped off with my finger, held it up, and with him watching, licked it off.
“So, son, you want to shoot a load or you good having a full load in your balls?”
“Fuck dad, my nuts are hurting to shoot. I haven’t blown a load in a day.”
“A day? And they already hurt? How many times do you shoot?”
“On a slow day? 3 or 4.”
“Oh to be young, hung and full of cum…”
“Says 5 load Charlie.”
We laughed, but then I got back to the point.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this Jamal, but here’s the deal going forward. Until you convert at least. You don’t fuck anyone. You don’t blow any loads.”
“What? Are you…”
“Unless you’re fucking me and shooting your load in me.”
He was as shocked by this as I was.
“I thought… You…”
“Yeah, I know what I said. But, I’m making this exception. For you. One time offer.”
“One time?”
“Yes. You say yes now, you get to fuck me and breed my ass with your neg cum. When I say one time offer? This is the only offer, but you get to fuck me when I’m ready for you.”
“You say no, now? No chance going forward.”
“Oh you fucking better believe my answer is yes. I am not turning down a chance at your ass.”
“What the fuck am I getting myself into, son? I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”
He smiled, that wicked grin. “I’ll go easy on you, dad. The first time.”
I reached down to the floor, grabbing the lube and the bag of T, handing them to Jamal.
“I’m gonna control this first fuck, son. Then you can start the next time. Deal?”
“Deal. I can’t fucking wait to feel my dick in an asshole.”
“You’re gonna love it.”
I grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers and lubed the outside of my hole. I reached for the bag of T, and Jamal pulled it away.
“Now see, here’s the fun. You only said you’re controlling the fuck. You didn’t say anything about the T. Get on your knees and let me see that ass.”
“You little shit.” I moved to the floor, and assuming the position I knew he was going to make me take, leaned forward and reached back to spread my ass.
“Fuck dad, that’s a hot ass.”
I felt his finger, lubed up, at my hole and then push in. It didn’t hurt as bad as getting fucked, but there was pain.
“Fuuuuuuckkk…”
“It’s so fucking tight. And hot. Fuck, dad now I know why you like fucking raw.”
He slid out and asked, “How much?”
“Give me the bag.”
He set it down next to me. Remembering the size of his cock, compared to his own Dad’s, I grabbed two of the bigger rocks and handed them to Jamal.
I watched intently as he lubed up his fingers and the shard. Placing it between his fingers as I had done, he rested it at my hole. He smiled at me, mouthed, “Fuckin a, dad,” and pushed in.
The scrape was intense, even with the lube, and I moaned in pain as my hole was breached. He pushed all the way in and kept his fingers there. The burn was intense and all I could mutter was “Fuck” over and over again.
I could feel the burn intensify, reach its apex, and then my brain gave in. My hole began to loosen around my boy’s fingers. He saw my eyes change from clear to drug fueled.
“Oh fuck, dad, is that what I looked like?” I could only nod as a I pulled away and then slid back down.
“Get on your back and lube that monster up.”
“What about…”
“Fuckin’ do it. You’re gonna like it.”
I watched as Jamal slid on the floor next to me and lubed his cock up.
I grabbed the second rock and, when he had finished lubing his dick, I told him to put the rock in his piss slit, just enough so it would stand up.
He looked at me with a questioning look and I just said, “Do it, please.”
I watched him put the rock in his slit and he grimaced in pain.
“Fuck, what the fuck am…” before I could finish saying this, before I talked myself out of it, I moved my ass over his crotch.
I grabbed his thick cock, felt the scrape of the shard on my hole, and screamed in pain and ecstasy as I dropped all my weight onto him.
His eyes flew open as I slammed down, all the way down. I looked at him, tears coming down my face from the pain of my hole being ripped open.
“Piss a little, get that rock in my hole. Hurry.”
I saw confusion and a little, disgust? in his eyes. He focused, I felt his dick expand and the warm piss push the rock in me.
The burn.
“Oh fuck son, what the fuck did I…”
Then it really hit me.
“Fuck, your cock is in me. What the fuck.”
The burn was intense, but for the first time ever, I was craving cock in my ass.
Never with Jake, even with the meth, did I want to be fucked.
Now, I wanted it.
No.
I needed it.
I rose up, and saw a sad look come across Jamal’s face.
“It’s okay…”
I slid back down, taking him all the way in again.
I did this several times, but it wasn’t enough.
“Jamal. Son. I need you…”
He seemed to know, without me saying anything more.
“Get on your back dad. Lift those legs up and show me that hole.”
I moved fast, pulling off his cock. I’d never felt my hole like this, gaping open, but needing more.
I got on my back and lifted my legs. My right arm brushed the bag of meth and my brain screamed, “More.”
I immediately grabbed it, Jamal starting to say, “Are you…”
I tossed it at him, not being able to get my hands steady.
“Big one boy, oh fuck, what the hell… I need you to fuck me, hard. He grabbed a rock, bigger than the first after I shook my head for his first two choices.
“You are such a fucking pig Dad. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He leisurely lubed his cock, seeing my need and smiling. I couldn’t stop myself and jammed fingers in my hole.
“Fuck me son, please. Fuck your dad’s hole. Take me down.”
He yanked my fingers out and immediately jammed three fingers up my hole, with the rock leading the way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, son, fucking do me. Hard.”
He yanked his fingers out and slammed in to me, balls deep.
The rock hit my inner hole and scraped it hard, creating a new pain.
He immediately pulled out, slammed all the way back in and spit on my face.
“You wanted this dad, fucking take it.” He slammed in and out, after the third time, he battered the inner hole open, and his huge cock head entered that deep part of me.
“Nooooo…. Please….”
He yelled at me, “Look at me, dad. Look into my eyes.” He had to slap me once before I did it.
“I’m going to take you down, make you realize that you can be a man and a bitch. Is that what you want? What you need?”
“Fuck you son, do it.”
He then spit in my open mouth and preceded to fuck me like a cheap whore.
After three minutes of brutal fucking he told me, “Here cums your first load Dad. Take my load.”
He slammed balls deep one more time and began firing several ropes of cum in me.
The rest of the night was filled with Jamal fucking me in every position he could think of, and some I’d never even though of.
By the time he was done, he’d dumped 7 loads up my hole. The last load had me face down and ass up on the floor, staring in the mirror.
He took a picture of my hole, gaping wide and leaking his white cum down my crack.
He tossed the phone to me as he slid his fingers in me.
“Oh fuck dad, you’re so loose and full of my cum. This is so fucking hot.”
I was lost in the haze of the brutal fucking he had delivered to me over the last hours that I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening.
I looked to the side, seeing that he had three fingers easily in my hole.
“Fuck dad, I bet…”
I watched as he pulled out the three fingers and then slid back in with 4 fingers. I moaned, the remnant of the meth still making me want my hole used.
He kept this up, pulling the fingers out and pushing them back in.
“Nooo.”
He saw me looking at him. He slid his fingers out, pushing them back in all the way, harder then before.
“Nooo? What are you saying dad? Your hole is not saying now.”
He pulled out again, this time leaving his fingers out.
“Nooo. Please, oh fuck, I…”
He touched my hole, rubbing the lips, tormenting me as he said, “I’m ready to stop, unless… You want more don’t you?”
He continued the rubbing, causing me to whimper. He slid in my hole a bit, but quickly pulled them out.
“Please, don’t…”
He held up the bag of meth, dangling it in my face.
“What’s my dad want? Tell me dad. Use your dirty little mouth. All you have to say is, “Please.”
I looked at the meth, knowing if I gave into the craving for more, I’d also give into the deeper desire, the deeper fear.
I tried to fight, his fingers were still at and then in my hole.
“Noooo, I, fuuuu…”
I lost.
“Please.”
His smile was huge. He had broken me. I’d never been broken down this way.
“Please, give me more.”
He made me watch as he slowly opened the bag, poured the rocks onto the bed next to me and said, “You choose.”
Knowing that I’d just given up the fight to resist the dark desire, I chose a huge rock.
He put the rest back in the bag and threw it out of both our reach.
He gently reached down and took the rock from me. He got off the bed, moved in front of me and knelt down to see me face-to face.
There was nothing but gentle care in his eyes.
“Das, I’m so proud of you. You took my dick like a fucking champion. I loved everything I did to you. I love you.”
He leaned and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss.
He pulled away.
“I don’t know for sure what you want. But I’m open to doing whatever you want. You helped me learn who I am, and I want to do that for you. But if you are scared, I want you to know you can stop. WE can stop here.”
I closed my eyes, the words sinking into my brain. This boy, my boy, was willing to let me change my mind. I knew if I changed my mind, I’d never do this again.
I’d regret it.
I was tired of living with regret.
I opened my eyes.
“Please. Let’s do this.”
He smiled, “You sure?”
I nodded, and said, “Fuck son, I’m sure as I’ll ever be. I love you. I trust you. Don’t hurt me.”
He smiled, “I’ll never hurt you again.”
He kissed me again, got up, and moved behind me.
“Dad, I’m going to record this for us. I want to be able to watch this with you. Is that okay?”
I could only nod my head.
He ran out of the room, and came back in quickly, with a tripod.
He took only a minute to get his phone all setup, on the right side of the bed.
I watched as he moved back to the bed, grabbing the lube and squirted some on my crack and then pushed some in me.
He picked up the shard, held it close to the camera and said, “You chose this one, dad.”
I felt him move his fingers, now lubed up again, and press the shard to my hole.
“I want yo hear you dad. Tell me what you want me to do.”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, resisting the urge to push back for the rock.
I opened my eyes, met his in the mirror, and focused all of my energy into my words.
“I need you to slide that big shard of meth into me. Shove it deep in my hole…”
I couldn’t bring myself to say more.
“Then what dad? If you need the meth in you, what else? I need to hear you say it.”
This time there was no negative in his voice. He was being true to my needs.
“I… I want you to… I need you to…” the tears came in a wave. I couldn’t hold them back.
Jamal pulled his hand way and said, “It’s okay dad. We’re done…”
Through the tears I responded, “No. I need this.”
He paused, the rock hanging in midair.
“I need you to shove that huge rock of meth up my ass. I need you to do that so I…”
I fought the panic.
“I need you to do that so I can get what I need. Your fist in my hole. I want you to fist fuck my hole.”
“I need that, son.”
“I need it to be you.”
He looked at my face in the mirror. He nodded his head and said, “I love you, dad.”
I watched him lube again and then his fingers touched my hole.
I felt my hole open at his touch. The shard scraped, but I was ready for it.
He slid all four fingers in deep.
He held the shard in deep and I moaned as the burning began.
I gently moved back and forth, riding his four fingers gently.
As the burn intensified, the need kicked in in my brain.
He saw and felt the change take place.
“You stay still, let me do the work.”
He pulled his fingers out, immediately eliciting a moan from me.
My hole was hungry.
He lubed his entire hand, and half his arm. His black hand and arm were now almost entirely white from the lube.
He cupped his four fingers and then tucked his thumb in.
He slowly entered my hole, pushing forward gently. My hole stretched as he moved inward.
“Stop moving, dad.”
I hadn’t realized that I was pushing backwards.
He reached the widest part of his hand, resting there to let me get used to it.
I looked back, noticing he had a phone in his left hand. The phone o the tripod was also still going.
I nodded my head, “Please. Open my hole. Give me your hand.”
I watched him slowly rotate his arm, his hand twisting my hole open gently.
I moaned, never thinking I’d be in this position. Watching as my nephew, now my son, on the edge of putting his hand in my ass.
With that thought running through my head, I felt it starting. I moaned again, and heard Jamal quietly say, “I’m in dad.”
With those words and the endorphins rushing through my body, and the meth also, my entire body went into heaven.
I felt a fullness I’d never imagined, and my hole was wider then I’d ever dreamed of.
I felt it coming, and Jamal did as well.
My body was about to go into shock.
“Breath dad. It’s going to be okay. Breathe.”
I tried, but the fear and panic were almost too much.
“Look at me dad, please. Stay with me. Follow my voice. Breathe.”
I took a breath, which only seemed to intensify the fear. It was only when Jamal told me, “Breathe out dad. You’ve got to breathe,” that I realized what was happening.
I let the breath out.
The pressure reduced.
“Again, dad. You’re doing fine.”
I took another breath, this one a bit deeper. As I let it out, I felt my body start to relax.
As soon as the body began to relax, the brain took over.
“Oh fuck, it’s… you’ve… oh fuck…”
Jamal smiled and said, “That’s a lot of words dad. Just breathe.”
I did, and after a good two minutes, I was able to utter a full sentence.
“I love you Jamal.”
“I love you too. You wanna see?”
This question created a bit of stress, and he again calmed me down.
When I thought I was ready, I said, “Show me.”
He set the video up and moved slightly, causing me to groan as the movement transferred into my hole.
“Fuck, sorry.”
He laid the phone down and I groaned as my movement to the phone caused him to slide in deeper.
I watched the video, listening to my sounds and watching first the rock disappear and then his hand.
“I can’t believe. Your hand. It’s in me.”
He nodded and said, “For a top, you sure know how to open up. Wanna feel it?”
I nodded my head and he moved a little, picked up my left hand and brought it back.
“Feel your hole dad, it’s wrapped around my wrist. You did it.”
I felt the lips of my hole, wrapped around his wrist. I moaned in a deep pleasure. The darkness in my brain took over, craving more.
I felt his wrist, feeling where it disappeared into my hole. I traced a little up his arm.
“Oh, fucking hell. You fisted my hole.”
He nodded his head, smiling briefly.
He froze when he felt it.
“Dad, what…”
I drowned his words with my moaning. I pushed backwards slowly, feeling his hand and arm going deeper.
In all my years of fucking, I never imagined being on my hands and knees, with an arm half-way up my ass.
Now? It felt like the right thing.
