Freaky Blk Dad/Son❤️

I knew my Cousin was playing games, especially since he knew I just cashed my pay check. My Cousin needed to register the car he just got online, and only asked me to ride along with him ‘cause he was fifty bones short on the DMV fees. So right there in the lobby of the office, I tell him to follow me to the basement men’s room. The two of us locked behind a stall door, I pull out my meat, and say, “You want your car set up right...you gotta suck this Dick!” This mother fucker didn’t even hesitate, flipping his cap back, and jumping with the quickness right onto my steel Tail-Pipe. The funny thing is, my Cousin would suck my Dick all the time when we was kids, and now he be all like, “Nah Cuz, I ain’t fuckin’ with that Gay no more.” In my head, I’m like, “I know my Dick ain’t the only Dick that’s been in your mouth!” It’s all good now, ‘cause he got his car papers, and I got some good head. Now he know, he gotta come on bender knee, if he wanna fuck with me, and not be switching shit up like he ain’t suckin’ no more Dick.

You always know when my little Brother is approaching, ‘cause of his loud mouth. Our parents had to work during Parents Weekend at my college, so they sent my little Brother to campus, so I would have some family around. That first night, the two of use went out to dinner, saw a college campus comedy show, and hit up all the frats for Beer Busts. Hearing my little Brother laugh, run his mouth, and just trying too hard to be the life of the party, reminded me of the one thing I could do, to get him to shut his big mouth. So back at the dorms, a little tipsy, and definitely horny, I playfully tackle my little Brother onto my bed. The moment I got my little Brother’s boner out and started sucking him off, he got real quiet for the first moment since he arrived on campus, giving me that look in his eyes of, “Nigga, you better wet this Dick, and make me spit all over this bed!” I haven’t fucked around with my little Brother like this, since I lived at home. And when my little Brother got close to busting his wad, he pulls up from my bed, grabbing the back of my head, leaving gallons of his baby juice right in my mouth. With a few days left to Parents Weekend, I wonder if I can find other ways to keep my little Brother distracted from be so loud.

When I first caught my Son fucking his Cousin, I did the opposite of what most Dads would do in that situation. I let the Boys know, it was completely okay to experiment, especially with blood relatives, and two guys getting it on were only practicing for the time they would eventually be pounding their future wives. So now, whenever my Nephew visits for the weekend, most times the Boys are cool with me watching their sessions, or inviting me to join in with my thick 10” Black Daddy Canon. What I like most about my Son fucking his Cousin, is the bridal intensity. The Boys have always been close, especially since they are both only children, their bond is visibly seeped in raw passion. I know one day, times like this will cease to exist, as both Boys move into their own adult world. Until then, I’ll encourage their freaky fun, and hope they remember how special this time was in each of their young lives.

He just ain’t ready. My Son is so thirsty to feel my 9” Thick Tonsil Thumper all in his ass. This past year has been real tough on my Boy, ‘cause he really wants me to sink my raw inches deep into his tight bootyhole; we tried, but it’s just too big and won’t fit. Look, I like to pop a cherry and knock down walls, but I just can’t fuck my Son like he’s some street corner whore. So I told my Boy that he needs to practice first, with lots of lube, lots of muscle relaxation, and lots of fingers. To show me his progress, weekly, my Son texts me videos of him playing in that vaulted asshole of his. While my Son ain’t ready for all this Daddy Beef, I can definitely help him out by eating his hairless ass and using some of my smaller sex toys to get him ready.

Getting ready for the storm, I start to make a grocery list (D milk, cucumbers, cakes, etc...), when I decide to run up to my Son’s room and see if he wanted anything. I guess my Son’s cabin fever had already set in, ‘cause as I walk into his messy bedroom, I found him fucking the shit outta his pillows. As I watched, I stood there imagining all the things I could do to his yellow ass booty. I would use my wet tongue to lick and eat those basketball cheeks, his hairy crack, and that perky little bootyhole. I can’t believe I’m standing here watching my Boy, with naked ass all up in the air. I could just pull out my Daddy Dick, using spit for lube, and slide right into my Son’s ass. But I’ll wait, ‘cause this storm is gonna strand us in the house for a few days, leaving me lots of opportunities to connect with my Boy.

My Son, Rodney has three things going for himself: he’s smart as fuck, he’s a naturally gifted artist, and he’s got a big ass dick! So when Rodney learned I had a weeklong trip to Los Angeles, he begged me to tag along so he could start making some art connections. A few days into the work trip, I had a full day of boring meetings to attend, so Rodney was on his own. And forever the clumsy clad I am, that day of course I would spilled an entire cup of old coffee on my pants, forcing me to return to our hotel room in the afternoon. As I opened the hotel room door, I could clearly hear Rodney, but he wasn’t alone. Turning the corner, I find a fellow colleague, a district manager, ass naked, booty arched up in the air and sliding down onto Rodney’s raw pipe. The two were so into the game, they didn’t even see me, just kept fucking. I have to say, I was really impressed with Rodney’s stroke, ‘cause this was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. Still in my coffee stained linen pants, my ragging boner now released and leaking beads of precum, I clear my throat and say, “Mind if I get a little taste of the ass, Son...I wanna see if I can pick up a few points from you on how to improve my sexy stroke!”

Mr. Carlos is the new English teacher at my school, and I’ll be in his class all this year. Only a few weeks in, I’m in Mr. Carlos’ English department office every day. All I dream about is dropping to my knees, unzipping Mr. Carlos’ trousers, and releasing his spicy mustiness, leche filled maracas, and sugary churro stick! Every time I try to figure out Mr. Carlos’ age, he never answers directly, so I’ve been guessing his age. I think Carlos is around 23 or 24 years old, ‘cause he just finished graduate school — I saw his degree hanging on the wall. During one of my many office-hour visit with Mr. Carlos, one time he caught me staring really hard at his junk, so he reached down to adjust himself, rubbing his thigh, and clears his throat to say, “So, Buddy, great work here...just remember, in essay writing, never write numbers under one hundred as 18, 23 or 69, always write the number out as sixty-nine, for example.” Oh fuck, did Mr. Carlos flirt back with me, stating my age, his age, and how he wants to 69 with me?!?

I keep a small office in the church basement, so DeAndre knows to find me there before and after service. DeAndre’s grandmother asked me to keep an eye on her Boy, when his Dad got sent away for man-slaughter. The entire scene was tough on the family, so I’m happy to help. Especially when I kept seeing DeAndre’s eyes on my junk. Now, DeAndre freely comes into my office, locking the door behind himself, and shows me all that phat ass. I ain’t had no booty in a few weeks, so DeAndre about to get a load of my best hot ass seed, today. It’s a win for everyone, ‘cause grandma happy, DeAndre gets his itch scratched by my 9” inches, and I get a release for when my balls are backed up!

We maintain a small guest house on our property, which Pops uses to house summer interns working at his office building. My job is is to be of service to the interns, get them whatever they need, and show them the ropes. It wasn’t until I was much older that I learned, this was Pops way of keeping an eye on the interns so they wouldn’t smoke drugs or throw crazy parties. This summer, we got ‘Alex the Intern’ staying in the guest house. Alex was different, ‘cause he was always in various states of undress. No complaints here, especially when Alex asked me to keep his ankles in place while he powered through super sets of nitro-sit-ups! Alex wasn’t wearing underwear underneath his blue pineapples shorts, so I could see that he doesn’t shave his fuzzy balls, his meat cures to the left, and he’s not Jewish ‘cause he has a huge uncut cock! During the workout, Pops, who never comes into the guest house when interns are staying with us, drops by and while taking off his shirt, asks to join us “body conscious, body builders!” Like Alex the Intern, Pops is also freeballing in his own shorts. I guess Alex noticed Pops, too, ‘cause he puts down his drink, walks over to Pops and starts some horse playing. Not wanting to miss out, I jump on Pops’ back, and the three of us fell into a tangled heap on the floor. I’m not sure who grabbed who first, but in the end, hot sticky cum from our multiple blow-jobs was everywhere. As Pops cleans himself up some, and heads for the door, he smiles and says to both me and Alex, “Now, Boys, I need to check on my wife...keep having fun, but don’t stay up too late, you’ll need some rest after the guys day we just had together!”

I was hustling drugs for Pops, even before I could drive a car. Early on, Pops quickly realized that the white Boy college Bros, white male professionals, and white nerdy first-timer drug users types, all found me unthreatening and easy to buy their stash from as they cruised the ‘hood in their expensive luxury cars. Pops also figured out that I liked white Boy ass, more than Black homegirl pussy, especially after he figured out I was fucking broke white dudes, in exchange for some free weed. Surprisingly, Pops didn’t even trip, saying, “Boy, I don’t care where you stick that big ‘ole Black dick of yours, fuck, you don’t think I was gettin’ ass while upstate in the pen? Just make sure you come back home with my money right...and if you find you some real good, clean white Boy ass, bring him to me so we can tag-team his bitch ass!”

I’m one of six siblings in my family, so the only time I get alone with Pops is when we cycle together. Seeing Pops on his bike, splashing water over his head, and always adjusting his junk beneath the skin tight spandex, always got me in the mood. Over the years, the two of us got really good at finding secluded spots along our ride, which was always perfect to do a little Dad/Son bonding, far away from all my annoying siblings!

I always wondered why my Step-Dad got completely naked when he punished my Black ass. I guess it really doesn’t matter, ‘cause all I care about is when my Step-Dad’s dick knob drizzles creamy white pre-cum against my leather brown outter thigh. And as he spanks me, first slowly, then with increasing speed and force, I fight to grab glances of my Step-Dad’s ramrod as his meat flops against his neatly trimmed crotch. One time, my Step-Dad got me so good, I nutted a humongous load right onto my clean bedsheets, as my hard dick slipped out through the leg of my tighty whities!

I think my Son has been running his big mouth to his little white friend, from up the street, about our secret Dad/Son relationship. Scott knows, just like everyone one in our town, that my Son has basketball practice everyday after school. So why for the past three weeks, knowing my Son wouldn’t be home, would Scott show up on my doorsteps? I finally got my answer, when I opened up my front door for Scott today, wearing nothing but my red mesh gym shorts, and a chubby dick bulging beneath the skimpy fabric. After inviting Scott in to wait for my Son’s return home, and offering him his choice of “popsicles, jaw breakers, and blow pops”, Scott grabs my dark meat, falls to his knees, and while looking up at me, says, “Mr. Jackson, I’ll take a chocolate blow pop, if you have one!”

I’ve never noticed, until now, that Pops grabs the grocery store’s round melons, long bananas and nut varieties, just as he grabs me! If I keep staring at my Pops any longer, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to hide my growing Boy Boner. Good thing Pops drove his SUV here to the store, ‘cause if he decides to grab me while driving home, there’s plenty of room in the back of the vehicle to play and have him jerk me off.

My twins have always been close, but when I went into their bedroom this morning, I had no idea they were fuckin’ each other. I know I could of said something, but I decided to let it be, ‘cause they were gonna keep cum breeding each other, anyway. I know this much, if they ever ask me to join in their fun, I’m gonna stack them onto one another, and fuck them with my thick Daddy meat back and forth, until one of them wins my hot sticky dicky, buckets of cum!

When Markus came to live with us, both he and his father had been estranged from one another for years. When talking with my husband about Markus, I warned him, he would never be the same after living with a son, a son he had never help raised. Over the first year, while there were a few bumps along the way, Markus coming to live with us and being a part of our little family, had made my husband, a better father, a better life-partner with me, and a better man. I just love how this Father/Son pair became so close, and I get to watch their special bond right before me.

It was in middle school when we first started fuckin’ around...you know, watching what porn we could find and beating our meat. But over the years, when either of us wasn’t getting any pussy, as forever Brothers, we would lay pipe and spread our cheeks for one another. Older now, and with a little jiggle in the middle, we sometimes leave our wives and kids for a few days, check in into a motel, and break it down. And if we feelin’ really freaky, we will invite over either another guy, or girl, turn off all the lights, and feel what happens in the dark!