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## 11 Niall Part 5

Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2018 17:24:36 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Friends | Niall Part 5

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It was the end of the party. I knew I only had another hour or so before I
would have to kick out all these guys. Even though I knew I'd have to force
them to leave, I could sense things were winding down anyway. Everyone in
the room had been fucking and nutting and pissing for hours. All good
things come to an end.

So there was a lazy, sorta sleepy tone to the orgy now that we were back in
the boys' bedroom. I'm sure if pussy hadn't still been on offer, most of
the guys would have gone home or asked to crash by now. But the fact of the
matter is, everyone still seemed to have at least one ore two more loads in
the tank. Which meant we were gonna use this last hour, use the last of our
energy, and the last of our sperm.

I'd put Niall up in his top bunk bed. The boy was looking really
shell-shocked from his harrowing experience in the bathtub. Between the
quick shower we gave him to rinse him off and the comfortable, familiar
sheets of his own bed, I could tell Niall was just about to fall asleep -
so rude, given that we still had guests.

The guys were kind of quietly talking amongst themselves, so I took a
moment to climb up into the top bunk with the little guy. His eyes shot
open and he stared at me, but he didn't say a word, and I think I even saw
a small smile. Though that might just be the fact that his lips were still
pretty red and swollen.

I reached forward to grab his hips and start to flip him over, but I felt
him resist. Now, of course, I could have easily just flipped him over onto
his tummy and held him down. But instead, I whispered, "Shhhhh..." and
gently rubbed my hand over his hip, tickling him.

He let out a little whimper, but as I moved his hips again, he didn't
resits one bit. God, why was it always like this with boys like him? Why
was it that some boys could go to hell and back on the end of my cock, then
still melt like butter under my hands? It was one of life's great
mysteries, but I didn't have time to ponder on it, because I got distracted
by the car-wreck in front of me.

Ok, it wasn't really a car-wreck, but it was nearly as gruesome. We'd
really done a number on Niall, giving him so many big cocks on his first
time. The tiny little winky-dime-sized hole I had taken note of at the
start of this ordeal was gone. It its place was a tunnel big enough for me
to put my pinky into without touching the sides. Niall's pale, smooth,
milky little ass cheeks only made the angry-pink, swollen ring around that
tunnel stand out more.

"God damn..." I muttered. "Well, I guess you aren't a virgin anymore, are
ya, Niall?"

"Yep, we really cunted him, didn't we?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard the voice behind me. I turned
around to see Mal had joined me in Niall's top bunk. I hadn't noticed the
grown man climbing up into the already crowded bed because I'd been so
focused on Niall's whore-hole.

Mal reached around me to gently finger Naill's puffy anal ring, which made
the little boy wince.



"You aren't having second thoughts, are you?"

To be honest, I was having second thoughts. I knew Niall had struggled with
all the dick we'd given him. How could I give him more, in such a
horrendous way?

"Come on, man," Mal whined. "All the other guys got their fetishes!"

"I'm just... I'm worried it will really do damage.."

"Well, yeah, isn't that the point?" Mal said, grinning at me and slapping
me on the back.

Niall gave an uncomfortable little wiggle.

"Well..." I said, staring into his hole like I was hypnotized. "I guess we
could give it a try..."

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

Another voice, though this one much smaller, much quietier, coming from
below. Mal and I leaned over the edge to see Riley, still naked, staring up
at us. Pale-faced, with big circules under his eyes from lack of sleep, his
hair and face sticky and crusty with god knows what kinds of fluids,
trembling a bit.

How was I going to explain this to him? How could I tell him that Mal (and
frankly everyone else in the room) really wanted to see what would happen
if we tried to stuff two cocks into Niall's broken little butt at the same
time?

An idea struck me - a quick way to show Riley what we wanted to do to his
little brother.

"Hey Ry," I said. "Where's your iPad?" I knew he got an iPad for Christmas
last year - my son had begged me to get him one too for months. But I'm a
caring parent, and didn't want him to spend time staring at a screen any
more than he had to. Funny how important that kind of thing to me was about
my own son, when I was literally splitting most of his friends in two on my
cock on the regular. Meh.

When Riley got back in with his iPad, I invited him up into the
already-crowded top bunk. Niall was still being such a good boy, lying
there quietly - not asleep, but not really awake either. Just patiently
waiting for whatever the adults in the room wanted to do to him next.

Niall had rolled over on his tummy, so I used his pert little ass to prop
up the iPad as I unlocked the parental controls and opened up a web
browser. It takes about 5 seconds before I'm logged on to my favorite porn
site, looking at rows and rows of thumbnails showing Riley EXACTLY what we
want to do to his baby brother.

I click on a favourite of mine, thinking it might not be as shocking as
some of the others.



Judging by Riley's reaction, it's still pretty damn shocking. Riley starts
babbling, going on and on about how we can't do that, how it will hurt him
too much, not on his first time. There's a bit of jealousy in his voice
too, I think - at one point he even says, "He's not old enough to do that!"

That's what gave me one of my more evil ideas. But once it popped into my
head, I knew it would have to happen.

"Well, Riley, I'll tell you what. Someone is going to get DP'd tonight. It
ain't gonna be me, and it ain't gonna be any of our guests. So you decide -
do you want your little brother to take two dicks at once, or do you want
to do to be our little DP whore instead?"

I see Riley stutter for a minute, and I can tell his young brain is going a
mile a minute trying to weigh this moral decision I've just dropped in his
lap. Riley's not the brightest of my son's friends, and so it takes him a
few minutes before quietly, with tears in his eyes, he says, "Fin. I'll do
it. "

Wow. Willing to take a bullet (or in this case, two bullets) for his little
brother? Riley was a better kid than I thought.

"All right," I said. "No point in wasting time. Let's get started."

I decided this would be better on the floor, so I grabbed Niall and passed
him down to one of the men still standing, then climbed down with Mal. I
quickly arranged the two young brothers on their needs side by side - it
was time for them to lube up our dicks.

It was hard not to cum right there watching these boys give dual
BJ's. Niall had to stand up to be face level with Mal's slimy schlong, and
Riley had to do a bit of an awkard squat-kneel thing to get mine. But once
they both had our cock heads in our mouths, it was almost hard to tell the
difference between the two little mops of red hair beneath us, bobbing up
and down diligently. The only difference was that Niall had his eyes
closed, almost as if he was enjoying this, while Riley's eyes were wide
open, constantly darting over to his little brother.

Once the boys had sucked us nice and wet for a few minutes, I added a big
glob of actual lube for both me and Mal - not that he needed it, given the
amount of cock drool he produced in anticipation of what was to come.

Finally it was time, and I could tell Mal was eager to get his cock in
another warm hole. So I had him lie down on his back on the little road-map
carpet, and then commanded Riley to climb on, facing away from him.

All the men in the room, and Niall, formed a semi-circle at Mal's feet, all
of us watching as Riley winced, squealed, and moaned his way onto Mal's
cock. Once he had as much of it as he could fit in him, Mal reached forward
and grabbed the boy into a bear hug, pulling him down so his back was
resting on Mal's chest, his head in the crook of Mal's neck.

We had a great view of Mal's brown cock lodged up into Riley's body. It
looked impossible - the boy was clearly stuffed to the gills with that
stranger dick. Well, at least that's what my head and heard told me. My
cock told me that there was plenty of room in that cunt for one more.

I couldn't tell if Riley was trembling because of the large cock lodged in
him, or if he was shaking in fear of me as I stepped forward and got on my
knees, so my knees were on either side of Mal's oustretched legs.

I took hold of Riley's heels and bent them back. Yousseff politely offered
to take them and hold them by Riley's head, so that Mal could keep hugging
the boy and I could get in there.

I heard the sound of poppers bottles and realized Elijah was also lending a
hand, getting Riley poppered up. I watched the boy's hole twitch as he
inhaled, and decided to pop a finger in.

"Oh OW! NO! STOP!" Riley screamed in protest.

I stopped pushing my finger in, but I didn't pull it out. What was this all
about?

"No, no, no! I can't! Take it out!"

"But I havne't even put it ni yet!" I said, almos tlaughing. "Thats just my
finger!

"Wh-what?? Well take it out! Please!" Riley screamed.

I shruggd and did as the boy said. This was even more patehtic than I had
imagined.

Once my finger was out, Riley slowly pushed himself up so he was no longer
sitting on Mal's dick. Clutching at his ass, he panted, "I can't. I can't
do it! "

I knelt down to look him in the eye. "Ok, Riley. That's all right. But you
know what that means, right?"

I watched his gaze slowly turn to his brother, who was watching, silently,
naked. Then Riley nodded.

"I want you to say it," I said sternly. "Tell me what you know has to
happen if you can't do this for us."

"He...he has to.." Riley mumbled.

"Who?"

"Him. Niall. My brother." Riley looked down at his feet, so I nudged his
chin to meet my gaze.

"And what do we need to do to him, since you can't handle it?"

"Put both of your penises in him. Double fuck him."

"All right, buddy. If that's what you want."

Mal gave me a big grin, and I wonder if he knew this was my plan. It sounds
harsh, but I just wasn't as into Riley now that Niall was an option. It was
like having an Oreo in the room when a home-made chocolate chip cookie,
fresh out of the oven, was in the same room. Oreos are still good, but
don't really compare to the real thing, ya know?

I still wanted to try to DP Niall in his own tiny top-bunk bed. The idea of
two adult men crammed in that bed, and crammed in that boy, was too hot to
pass up. So in no time I had Niall and Mal up in the bed with me,
reenacting the same scenario - though Niall took it a bit slower lowering
himself down on Mal's thick and twisted cock, being less experienced (sort
of) than his older brother.

Still, I was so proud of how obediently and quietly Niall took Mal's tool
and leaned back into his arms. None of the whining and complaining we got
from Riley. Sure, he looked a little zonked out and confused, but he had at
least figured out that cock goes in hole.

I felt a rush of love for the boy as I moved forward, just as I had for
Riley, to touch his hole. I didn't cram a finger in this time, but instead
just ran my thumb around and around the circle of his anus, now streched
around the base of Mal's tool.

"You're gonna be a good little slut for me, aren't you Niall?" I said
quietly in my deep "daddy voice". Which works every time, as evidenced by
the small nod Niall gives me.

"You're gonna let me inside with Mal there, aren't you?"

Another little nod. Jesus, this kid was so much sluttier than his big bro!
At least, if he understood what I meant.

"And every man in this room, huh," I said, lining up my throbbing dick to
the top of Niall's hole. "You're gonna take every man in here, two at a
time, aren't you faggot? UNGH!"

And with that, I popped my head in, FINALLY giving Niall the double cock
dicking he so clearly was ready for.

Niall gave out one of those silent screams boys his age do, so I took that
opportunity to jam another four or five inches into the boy.

"Now," I said, shouting over the screamy moan from Niall. "Let's get this
party started."





***

I couldn't have asked for a better end to this insane, hours-long orgy we
were having. I mean, a marathon DPing session with a boy who was a virgin
only a few hours ago, featuring litereally FEET of cock inside him. I mean,
honestly, we did the math.

At some point, Youssef thought it would be fun to get a little plastic
ruler (covered in dinosaurs) from a desk in the room and start measuring
cocks before they plunged into the shaking pale boy.

With Mal and I crammed in there, there was more than a foot and a half of
cock inside the boy. By the time he was taking Elijah and Mal, he was
nearly at the two feet mark. What a slut.

I mean seriously, Niall took ever single possible combo of double cock in
the room. Most guys seemed content to put off their last orgasm of the
night if it meant they could try something new and different with Niall.

Niall covered in a sea of black as both Elijah and Mal took him from
behind.

Nothing visible but Youseff's fat, hairy asses pounding away visciously
with Jax tucked neatly up inside the boy already. It was really nice
watching that, because I know Jax and Yousseff would not get along in real
life. A Lebanese guy and a redneck? No way. But litle Niall's hole had
brought them together. I made a mental note to point that out to Niall
later.

Another touching scene came later, when Riley had to help his little
brother bounce up and down on my cock and Elijah's. Poor Riley was crying
more than Niall was!

Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end. Everyone in the
room was getting tired. The men were tired from all that thrusting, and
from the multiple loads and erections they'd had to maintain all night. The
boys were tired for...obvious reasons.

And so, one by one, the men seemed to naturally pop out their final load
whenever they had the chance. Each man gave his load in a slightly
different, yet appropriate way.

Mal was the last to nut - he rode out the end of the orgy with me, deep
inside Niall's pussy. The two of us just kept thrusting, sawing in and out
of Niall, as we watched each man give over his final bit of ball juice to
the kid.

Jax was the first to nut, and not surprisingly, he managed to make it a
surprise. At this point, we were down on the bottom bunk, messing up
Riley's bed. With no warning, Jax stood up from where he was watching us
and immediately shot a huge wad of redneck sperm all over Niall's scrunched
up face. Then he quietly got dressed and left.

Elijah kindly donated his last load to us as lube, shooting his wad all
over our thrusting cocks, making Niall's bum an even cummier mess (which I
didn't think was possible given the steady leaking he was showing off.)
When he'd squeezed out the last drop, he patted me on the back (I was on
top of Niall) and headed out.

Youseff pulled off a cute litle trick as well. He stood up over the bed and
popped his very sweaty, fat Leb cock into Niall's face, so that just the
head was filling the boy's mouth. (Man, three cocks in him - what a champ!)
Then he ordered Riley over to him, and forced the older boy to give him a
messy ass eating until he nutted. It was impressive that Riley could do
that - could drive a grown man into yet another orgasm, simply by making
out with the man's sweaty shitter. But sure enough, Youseff dumped that
last load into Niall's mouth in no time, and then was on his way.

Finally it was just me and Mal, the original. To think, I had invited this
man over to teach Riley a lesson, and instead he had brought me the
hands-down most perverted, wonderful sex session I'd ever had. I felt so
close to him, I surprised myself when I leaned in and started to make out
with him.

Poor Niall must have been crushed between us, struggling for air, but the
passion was too intense for me to care. I just felt so close to this man,
having been through so much with him, and now to share a hole like this.

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I know Mal felt the connection too, because soon enough he was pushing all
the way up into Niall to deliver his final load. "GAHHHHH!!!" he screamed
out, uloading an insanely huge load for one coming so late in the game. I
felt it swish and squish around my cock as I kept pumping.

Finally he was done, and we both pulled out of the boy to give him a bit of
a rest. I still had a nut in me, but I'd get that done as soon as he was
gone.

Mal was quiet as he dressed, and I walked him downstairs, where I found my
son sitting on the couch, red faced, blinking in the sunlight. He watched,
mouth agape, as I opened the door and shook Mal's hand.

"Let me know if you ever want to...uh...hang out again," he said as he
left.

I gave him a smile. "I will man. I will."

When I finally turned around and shut the door behind me, my son jumped up,
clearly furious.

"Dad! Didn't you hear me? I've been calling you for 10 minutes?"

"What... no I didn't" I grumbled. I hated when my kid got all indignant and
whiney like that. "What did you want?"

"Riley's dad called. He said they're gonna be home in like an hour."

"SHIT! SHIT!"

I flew into the panic, racing around the house frantically staring at the
state of things. An hour?? What was I going to do? The place was a mess -
the kitchen still rancid with bottles and cigarettes and food. And the
bedrooms upstairs...both of them...oh shit.

No, I commanded myself. Calm down. You've gotten out of shitty situations
before.

But I couldn't calm down. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and
my... oh. I looked down. My cock - my slimy, still wet, cock, covered in
the cum from four different men, was still rock hard. No wonder i couldn't
calm myself - I hadn't gotten my last nut out.

But how was I going to do that with only an hour to clean up this hole
place?

Then I noticed something else, my son...staring at me. And I remembered
Riley upstairs, too.

"Riley!" I called up the stairs. "Put your PJ's back on and come down
here."

I heard my son heave a disgusted sigh at that line - he must have known why
Riley was naked upstairs. But he didn't say anything, so I just ignored it.

When Riley got downstairs, I gave the boys a quick briefing. I commanded my
son to start in the kitchen, taking out the trash and wiping everything
down. Riley was to go back up to his room and make it look as much like it
had before we had gotten in there last night.

That left the parent's bedroom, which I remembered I had mostly cleaned up
earlier. So I just had to make sure not to make too much of a big mess - at
least, not out of the room. I couldn't say the same for Niall.

The boys both whined, but a few small threats about what I'd tell Riley's
parents when they got home and they hopped to it. That was a huge relief -
now I could focus on what mattered. My final nut of the day.

I headed back upstairs and wasn't surprised to find Niall, still naked,
curled up in a ball on his bed, asleep. I flet bad waking him up...but my
cock wasn't going to suck itself, was it?

I crept up to his bed and lifted him down. The boy was still asleep, and
simply by rote (his father had probably lifted him down from naps like this
before), he wrapped himself around me, resting his sleeping head on my
shoulder as I carried him down to his parent's room.

I gently laid him down on his parents' big comforter. I let him rest for
one minute more, and then slowly, ever so slowly, I lowered my big, hairy
body onto him, until i was covering him.

My cock instinctively found itse way between his legs, his cheeks, to his
hole. I began to press forward, which finally woke him up.

The little boy twisted beneath me, wrapping his arms around my neck and
nuzzling into my shoulder. "Noo..." he moaned.

Goddamint, I thought. You take cock like a zombie all night, and NOW you
want to protest? But then...

"Not...not that end, please, Mr. Smith."

"What do you mean?" I said, pulling back a bit to look down at the naked
boy beneath me.

"Not that end... it's too sore. Can we do the other end, please?"

Well well well! Looks like Niall became quite the chatter box when he
didn't have an audience. So... was he actually asking me to fuck his face?

I'd come in here fully intending to nut into that boy's ass, but his
request was just too hot to resist.

"Sure thing, buddy," I said. "I'll fuck your throat if you want."

"But..." he looked up at me, his eyes wide. "But...one more thing?" His
voice was so tiny and small, I thought my heart my break.

"Sure, buddy. What is it you want?"

"Can you... can you show me the love part now?"

And there it was. My heart broke. The love part. I forgot - I'd told him
back when this started that the men were here to show him love. And he
clearly wasn't feeling the love from the ass eating, piss drinking, spit
swallowing, cock gobbling, fuck-a-thon that had been happening for the last
few hours.

"You want me... to fuck your face like I love you?" I asked, having trouble
putting the words together. Face fucking and romance... could that really
happen, after everything else that happened in this house?

Niall just nodded. And I knew, then, it was possible. I could make love to
his face, no problem.

I didn't say one more work, just leaned in and began making out with him. I
could tell he was surprised. Me and the crew had violated his body in every
way tonight - but no one had kissed the boy.

So as I held him there in my arms, I gave Niall the most adult, loving kiss
a boy could want. My tongue was down his throat, slapping around inside his
tonsils while my entire mouth covered his. When I pulled up a few minutes
later, I noticed my stubble had left some red marks on the boy.

But Niall didn't seem to mind. He lay there, stunned for a moment, and then
he did something I'd never seen him do before. He smiled.

"Yeah..." he said. "Like that. Do that to my mouth, but with..." and his
eyes gazed down, boyishly, flirtatiously, and my still throbbing member.

"All right," I said, planting one more wet kiss on Niall's face. "Let's do
this. Let's make love."

I stood and gently moved Niall down the bed, so his head was hanging over
the edge. I wedged a towel under him, because I knew, even under the
ausipciousness of romance, this was going to be messy.

Niall was still smiling as I lined my cock head up to his mouth, just
brushing it with the tip of my lips.

"Do you need me to rinse it off baby? It's kinda messy."

Niall shook his head - or at least I think he did. Hard to tell with him
upside down. But he confirmed it a second later, "I don't mind."

Daaaamn. Is that what a surprise orgy will do to a virgin boy? That you can
convince him shoving your cum-covered, ass-juice coated cock is something
romantic and sweet. But looking down into Niall's eyes, I could see - he
really did feel love for me, even though at this point he had to know what
was comig.

"All right, boy. Open up. If you want me to make love to you, we gotta go
deep."

I pressed my (cock) lips to his, and he obediently opened up and let me
slide in. As I fit my head into his sucking mouth, it struck me how little
romance there was to this kind of sex.

For starters, this was throat sex - about as far from "traditional sex" as
you could go. Even sticking it up his ass is more normal, don't you think?
I mean, how much romance can you inject to a scenario where a boy puts the
thing he uses to eat and talk around the thing a man uses to piss and
squirt cum? It's not exactly a "Love, Actually" moment.

The sounds were going to be a problem, too. Though Niall was a quiet fuck
for the most part (when he wasn't screaming), his little coos and moans as
he got fucked relentlessly were pretty sweet at times. But even though my
cockhead is just now passing his uvula, I realized those cute, boyish
sounds wouldn't be happening any time soon. Just the quiet snarfing and
gagging of a boy trying to swallow a dick far too big for his body.

And don't get me started on the mess he was making already! Sheesh! But
there were ways I could inject some romance into this. And I really wanted
to--Niall had been through so much, my Dad instincts were kicking in. If he
wanted a romantic throat fuck, then I'd find a way to give it to him.

We were, after all, in a big, comfy bed. His parents' bed, sure, but it
must have been a luxury to him. So as I pressed on the back of his throat,
waiting for the couch, I reached down and pulled the comforter over part of
his body, so he'd feel warm and snuggly.

*COUGH HACK*

"There it is, babe," I said, using his coughing attack as a way to get past
the barrier of his throat and start to snake down his neck. "Your uh...love
cough. Coughing like that shows me you love me, and makes me want to love
you even more with my cock."

"COUGH COUGH COUGH"

Ah yes, the power of imagination. Boys his age were so suggestible - I
would have no problem convincing this slut that what we were doing was the
most romantic, sweetest thing in the world.

As I thrusted my hips gently, pushing deeper and deeper into his face hole,
I began to tossle his hair. "This is what real love is, baby," I said,
knowing that I was actively fucking up his perception of sex (as if I
hadn't already). "When a boy swallows every inch of a dick, and then lets a
man fuck the back of his throat till he gives him his love milk.. that's
what love is."

It sounded like Niall wanted to say something, but his mouth was full, so I
kept pushing.

"Come on, now, baby. Gotta get the last few...love inches in there. THERE
we go. That's it."

Ah, finally. I loved it here. Don't get me wrong, I loved fucking a tight
pussy. But when it came to my son's friends, nothing seemed to be more
universally pleasant as feeling my bush come into contact with a little
boy's nose, knowing every inch of me is taking up space in him.

I rest it there for a moment, feeling Niall swallow and gargle my dick, and
I contemplate how strange and wonderful it is that all of my son's friends
like this kind of oral play. Sure, they all have different preferences or
kinks. Some like a brutal, rough, fast-thrusting throat pounding. Others
prefer for me to sit back and relax while they test out different
strategies to get my cock down their gullets.

But some boys just need a deep, slimy, slow and passionate pummeling of
their deepest point. And that's what Niall was. That's the type of slut he
was. My sweet, dumb, fucked up little baby boy needed this sweet, sensual
face rape, and I was gonna give it to him.

But before I came, I had to make sure. So slowly, inch by inch, I pulled
myself out of Niall's mouth, not surprisingly dredging up a slimy string of
who-knows-what from his lips.

I didn't mind the slime. I was in love with this kid, and I wanted to show
him that. So I moved down a bit to crush him under my body and plant yet
another French kiss on his messy little whore mouth.

I move my cock to his hole, pausing there. Niall is struggling against me,
still gasping for air, but I breathe into his mouth to calm him. And I'm
sure the reminder that I could slip in and pummel his rectum again makes
him want to cooperate.

I break our kiss as I slowly ruby my sticky cock head up and down his
crack.

"You doing all right, baby?" I ask, smiling down at Niall.

He starts to speak, but then has to cough something up. Finally he says,
"Yeah...I'm ok."

Fuck yes. Too goddamn easy.

"You want me to stop?" I say, slowly pushing harder against his hole,
knocking at his butt.

I doubt Niall gets the suble message I'm saying--that I can take his other
hole if he doesn't like it. But he apparently does like it, because he
whispers..

"No..." and then he doesn't something unsurprising. He kisses me again,
this time sucking my tongue into his mouth. This fucking insatiable baby
bird needs to eat.

I was skeptical about Niall, about whether he'd come around after
everything I put him on during what was actually his cherry popping
session. But as I feel him dig his fingers into my back, and as I hear his
high-pitched moan into my mouth, I know I've got him. Another one of my
Son's Friends to add to the list. This wouldn't be a one-night stand with
this boy... After a bit of rest and time to wrap his head around it all,
he'd find a way to contact me.

I pull my fat tongue out of the hungry boy's mouth and moan, "Oh Niall. I
love you so much."

"I love you too, Mr..." he trails off, unable to get his words out before
he leans in for another kiss.

In between kisses, I make him talk to me.

"You want me to make love to you some more, Niall?"

*kiss kiss*

"Yes... yes please..."

*tongue suck*

"How do you want me to love you?"

"By doing that thing... with my mouth."

*smooch smack*

"Do what thing, baby?"

"Lick suck kiss"

"F-fuck it.." he says, only having learned that word tonight, but
instincutally knowing it's a bad one. "Fuck it with your cock."

I smile at him. That's my boy.

"Ok, get ready," I say, curious to see how Niall will position himself. It
surprises me when I watch him wiggle until his head is hanging over the
edge of the bad. Damn. He wants it really deep.

And that's what he'll get.

In no time I'm standing up on the floor, my cock at his lips, pressing,
demanding entry. And it is ENTRY I get. I slide into him effortlessly, his
play-dough neck taking my girth without so much as a snarf. (Ok maybe a
couple snarfs).

I know I don't have long, I start "making love" to him right away. That
meant leaving the big ball of my cock head in his throat, dredging it up
and down but never enough for him to get much air. My hairy balls shifting
over his chin. This was how Niall would imagine love, probably for the rest
of his life.

"Poor baby fag," I muttered under my breath. I think Niall heard me, so I
quickly added, "But I love you baby. I'm real close to showing you my
love. But you gotta wait... I need to show you one more thing. Hold on."

I reach forward and grab Niall's ankles, yanking them back to expose his
used hole to me. I knew he'd flinch, but I ignored it as I dove forward and
began to eat out that kitty cunt.

I hear Niall squeal around my cock, but I ignore it and keep plunging my
tongue into his nasty little whore hole. I have to get him ready for what's
coming.

Finally, I'm ready to push myself over the edge. So I think about how I've
changed Niall's life forever. And his brother. Boy boys who live in this
house now think of sex through the filter of my cock and cum. And what I'm
about to do to Niall will seal his fate forever.

That does it.

"I love you so much, Niall! HERE IT COMES! FUUUUUCK!!!"

In one instant, my boner explodes deep inside Niall, and I shove my
forefinger deep into his ass. Niall must be overwhelmed, because as I'm
cumming I quickly find his g-spot and give it a hard jab. It works.

We cum together, me and my new lover boy. My cock unloads a tsunami of ball
snot directly into the little guy's stomach, and at the same time Niall
throws himself head first into his first ever orgasm. A big day for the
kid!

It looks like it's a doozy too! Niall looked like a scene out of The
Exorcist. The few parts of his body that weren't pinned down by my cock or
hands flailed dramatically. Though I suppose some of it may be due to the
fact that he hadn't had a breath of non-cummy air in about 45
seconds. Fortunately, it's still pretty easy to hold down a boy like Niall
until we both finished our orgasms.

"Oh fuck, baby, that was so good..." I moan, reluctant to take my cock out
of his face hole. But I know I must, so slowly I withdraw, looking down to
smile at the gasping little baby cock whore.

Niall didn't return my smile, but when I picked him up off the bed, he
quickly fell into a deep kiss with me. He seemed to get lost in it, as he
let out a little squeak of surprise when we ended up back in his room,
where I tucked him into his bed.

I managed to wrangle up some of his PJs, which I had him put on while I
told him about how important it was that we keep our "love" a secret. I
gave him one last kiss, but feeling satisfied now that I'd had my nut, I
was ready to move on.

Downstairs, I was surprised to see just how spic and span the house was -
Riley and my son had taken me seriously. So seriously, in fact, that they
were now both passed on out the couch.

Perfect. When the parents came home, it would look like everyone was
tuckered out from a weekend of fun and games. Which, in a way, I guess was
true.



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