Not my fault

Not my fault

I mean, it’s not like I felt good about it. I knew what I was doing was wrong. He was my best friends’ kid…and he was so fucking young.Too young to even see a man naked, let alone deepthroat him and take a brutal face fucking.

But it wasn’t my fault. I can explain.

First of all, my buddy called me at the worst time. I was supposed to have a hot date with this waitress I wanted to bang. But when my buddy called me up saying his car broke down during his four-hour commute and his normal babysitter had to leave unexpectedly, what could I do? Bros before hoes, am I right? And I knew being a single Dad was hard on my pal, so I figured I would help him out.

So I drove over there in the rain and picked up the kid. I liked the boy - kinda shy and a little nerdy, but real sweet. Not a troublemaker at all. So you can’t blame me for thinking that the kid would be a good boy and sleep in his own bed. Which is why I decided it would be safe for me to just sleep in these ratty old briefs I had.

Well, my buddy neglected to tell me that his kid is prone to nightmares. And he also neglected to mention that when his boy gets scared at night, he climbs into bed with the nearest adult male. Which I guess should have been my first clue that the kid was a total whore. But what can I say? I wasn’t expecting my pal’s little boy to be the biggest cum addict I’ve ever met.

I didn’t even wake up when the kid climbed into bed. I was too busy dreaming about the waitress. I am a pretty virile guy, and if I don’t jerk off enough during the day, I have wet dreams. Call it childish if you want, but I really think it’s because my balls are such massive cum factories.

I precum a lot, too, especially when I’m dreaming. In this dream, I was rubbing my shiny, precummy cock all over the waitresses face. She was giggling and laughing in this really high-pitched voice, and it wasmaking me so turned on. I was rubbing it all over her lips, trying to press my cock in, but it just wouldn’t fit somehow. She kept giggling louder and louder and louder…until it woke me up.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t feeding my precum to some whore waitress. No, instead I was in pushup position in my bed, my hands on my headboard, and underneath my sweaty groin was you know who.

I was precumming like a faucet, and I must have been sleeping for a while, because the little tyke’s face was absolutely COATED in my slimy, shiny prefuck. Even the little locks of his black hair were matted to his forehead with the dick vomit I was spewing onto him.

Of course I sat back in horror, but the result of that was my big, muscular, hairy ass landing square on the boy’s tummy. Air rushed out of him, but it actually made him giggle harder. And as I watched in horror, the giggling little boy began to lick his lips. I’ll admit, it grossed me out how crazy he went for my precum, but it didn’t do anything to kill off my boner.

"No, stop! Stop!" I said, and I p ut my hand up to the boy’s mouth. But as soon as my thick digits were at his lips, he opened them up and sucked them in. And that’s when I first felt the inside of a boy’s mouth. On your finger tips, it feels like rubbing velvet and cotton all at once. In short, it felt amazing.

I couldn’t stop him. He was so ungry, and those big brown eyes were like puppy’s eyes staring at me. So I let him suck on my fingers, and well…I got curious. See, his mouth was so soft and…stretchy. And I just had to know how stretchy.

So, yeah, that’s how I ended up with both of my adult hands in that kid’s mouth, yanking and stretching at his little puffy pink lips. I mean, the kid was not really protesting. He looked like a fucking Picasso painting, his mouth-cunt stretched this way and that. I kept yanking until I heard a crack…then I pulled back in horror again.

But do you know what that little slut said? “No…I like it when they crack.”

And that’s how my cock ended up in his mouth. Because honestly, my fingers were getting tired, and the little baby slut wanted his lips to crack. My cock was about the only thing thick enough.

Really, I tried to stop when I was gonna cum. But by that point the kid was pretty thickly impaled, and I don’t think even I could have yanked the little Hoover off of me.

So yeah, I fed my best friend’s child a load of my thickest chunkiest sperm. So sue me. Because the kid FUCKING LOVED IT.

He loved it so much that even as I drifted back to sleep, he went to town on me. And I only have an hour left till his dad gets home. How many more loads can I squeeze out?