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## Shocking by Kent

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When my Dad told me it was time to fuck my little brother, I was shocked. I’d only been messing around with my dad for a few years, and I was still having a really hard time adjusting to my new life. He was a rough fucker, always, even first thing in the morning or when I was sick. I couldn’t handle it - only recently had I begun to be able to derive some pleasure from it. I hadn’t had a boygasm yet, though he promised me I was just a “late bloomer”. 

But my little brother, he’s a real late bloomer. He’s always been small and frail for his age. He was born prematurely, and has never really got back on track with everyone else. He’s the smallest, palest, frailest boy in his class. 

Not to mention, he’s also two years younger than I was when Dad started me. So you can imagine why I got upset when he told me that I had to bring my little bro out to the “Fuck Shed” so we could get started. 

Still, I knew I had no choice, and I knew it wasn’t worth protesting when my dad told me I had to work the camera. He loved filming what he did with me, so I don’t know why I was surprised that he wanted to film my little bro’s cherry pop. 

That was just a minor shock compared to what happened next. When dad started me, it took me two whole weeks just to take the cock head without passing out. And that was with the help of poppers to keep me awake. Only six months ago did I start getting long dicked by him - though honestly I still wish I could go back to the days of just a cock head. He’s so damn rough. 

I winced as I saw my father line his cock up with my brother’s tiny hole, no bigger than a marble. But then came the greatest shock of all. Because instead of going slow, as my father attempted (and often failed) to do with me, he just crammed every single inch of his long, steel-hard fuck stick into my baby brother’s bowels, and then immediately began the most intense long-dicing session I’d ever seen, including in my own bedroom. 

But there was one more shock left for me. Because on my dad’s third downward thrust, my little brother’s screams transformed into moans. And right then, I watched my brother get lost in the throes of not one, not tow, not three, but seven boygasms over the course of the next hour.

Something tells me I won’t be getting fucked as much anymore. Why does that make me sad? 

