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“Come in,” Andrew opened the door wider to let Mr. Mayer in. The old man strode into the Van de Kamp home. He took a look around the spotless house to make sure of something.
“Is your mother home?” he asked.
“No,” Andrew replied, “She’s running errands right now. Ca-Can I help you with something Mr. Mayer?”
“Yeah,” Karl answered, focusing his attention on the boy. “I have a bone to pick with you.”
“Me?” Andrew shifted nervously, “Is this about the lawsuit again? Karl, it’s none of your business.”
“Call me Mr. Mayer, Andrew. Don’t pretend you’re in any position of authority here.”
Karl took a step forward and closed the space between the two of them.
“Your father was a friend of mine, if he were around to see what a nasty little brat you’ve become, he’d knock the hell out of you.” He sneered down at the little brat.
“Well, he isn't here so what difference does it make?” Andrew tried to walk away but Mr. Mayer grabbed his face and brought it inches from his own.
“No, he isn't,” Mr. Mayer sneered, “but if you don’t get your act together soon and start treating your mother with respect, I’ll take care of you myself.” Karl was imposing, but Andrew noticed the man look down at his lips. Men were all the same, Andrew thought. He knew what game Karl was playing at.
“What are you gonna do? You’re not my dad Mr. Mayer,” Andrew smiled a bratty little smirk.
Karl was getting agitated now. The little bitch had no right to talk to him that way. He lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar, their faces inches apart.
“I’m not your dad you little son of a bitch, but I can teach you a thing or two about respect,” Karl grunted into the boy’s face.
A quick moment of fear on his face betrayed Andrew’s mock exterior. Karl knew the boy was understanding him now. But the tension between the two quickly turned into something else. Karl sensed Andrew’s eyes down down to his lips, just inches away. He could feel his cock raging in his pants. Andrew was such a little brat, he thought to himself, just like he liked them.
“Is that a weapon you have in your pants,” Andrew said daringly, looking down and up at Karl, “Or are you just happy to see me Mr. Mayer?”
“What the fuck did you just say to me,” Karl grunted, bringing his face closer to the boy’s, hoping to instill fear.
“What I meant to say,” Andrew whispered and put his hand on the man’s crotch to feel up his hard cock, “Am I making you hard Mr. Mayer?"
Karl couldn’t deny it any longer. He pushed the brat against the wall and kissed him deeply, pressing his large frame against the boy’s smaller muscular body. The older man hadn’t ever been with a guy before, let alone a friend’s son, and the experience was overwhelming. He towered over him, hands roaming up and down the brat's body, firmly gripping his cheeks and squeezing. He kissed Andrew hungrily enough to establish firm dominance.
Andrew was in pure heaven. He’d always secretly wanted Karl and loved watching him all these years. The silver fox was 6 feet of muscle and his piercing eyes could cut daggers in any person's heart.
Andrew wrapped one hand up around the man’s neck and one hand over his crotch, slowly massaging the man’s sizeable cock.
Karl handily pulled the boy’s shirt off, exposing his tight little body. “Turn around,” Karl grunted between fervent kisses, “Hands against the wall.”
Andrew looked into the man’s piercing eyes and did as he was told for once. He turned around to face the wall and let himself be manhandled. Karl pulled on the boy’s waist so that his ass stuck out. "Spread 'em." Andrew hastily did so, arching his back in the process.
Mr. Mayer, a reputable lawyer and father, reached around and unbuckled the eighteen-year-old's belt, pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and lowered his underwear, exposing both pale cheeks. He spanked Andrew upside his ass. Andrew flinched away and let out a sharp high-pitched yelp, but he stood still and let his father’s friend punish him some more.
Karl spat down on the boy’s hole and then on his own cock, slicking it wet. He fingered the boy’s hole, slipping one and then two fingers in.
Andrew whined desperately at the slight pain, but Mr. Mayer persisted undeterred. When Andrew heard the sound of jeans unzipping, he had to look back and catch a glimpse of the man's cock before it disappeared into his ass. Andrew's eyes widened as he saw it poking out of Mr. Mayers' zipper - it was a girthy monster of almost ten inches long. He looked up and met the man's steadfast gaze.
The look of fear and admiration on the boy’s face spurred Karl on. “That’s right boy,” he threatened, “Get ready for it.” He took hold of his cock and sank it unkindly into the boy’s hole. Andrew yelled as the cock pushed its way in. He flinched away instinctively, but Mr. Mayer pulled on his waist.
“No no no,” Karl insisted, “I told you I’d knock some sense into you,” he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong chest and muscular abdomen. “Guess I’ll have to fuck it into you,” he laughed, and smacked his plump cheeks.
Andrew gulped and tried to breathe through it. He desperately wanted Mr. Mayer’s cock inside him, but he’d never taken one of this size before. “It’s too big,” Andrew pleaded.
“No, I think’s it’s just what you deserve,” Karl grunted, “Your hole’s tight," he sneered, "but we can fix that.”
Andrew nodded and breathed in and out, determined to feel the pleasure of all ten inches. Karl was now fully sheathed inside and started pulling out and pushing in, his hips shifting to and fro. Andrew moaned pleasurably and the pain subsided somewhat. But Karl couldn’t allow that - the boy was in need of a reality check. He needed pain.
“Alright,” he said, “Now you’re ready.” He started fucking the boy good, thrusting forcefully into the hole. Andrew’s pained yelps only spurred him on.
“Fuck Mr. Mayer,” Andrew whined, “S-slow down, p-please!”
“Take it you little faggot,” Karl groaned, slapping the boy's ass and revving up into a brutal pace. “Whose your daddy now?”
“You are!” Andrew yelped, surprising himself.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Y-yours - yours daddy!”
“That’s right,” Karl grips Andrew’s hair and pulls his head back.
“Fuck m- fuck me harder,” Andrew whined, “Harder daddy!”
Karl pulled out of the boy’s hole and yanked him away, easily throwing him around and plopping him on the dining room table. He looked down at the naked teenage boy before him, all splayed out on his mother’s dining room table. Andrew looked up at him expectantly, his hole and dick pulsing, just waiting to be touched.
Karl gripped the boy's thighs and thrust into his hole with wild abandon. The sound of his hips smacking the boy's cheeks filled the room. He watched Andrew’s pecs bounce on impact, then his eyes darted up to the look of absolute ecstasy on the teen’s face. He was a moaning, whiny mess, completely overwhelmed by the girth of Mr. Mayer’s cock beating his hole to a pink pulp.
“Look at me you little brat,” Karl ordered, and slapped the boy red, looking deep into his eyes. He was establishing authority over the boy, making sure he knew who to listen to from now on. He slapped him again, then backhanded him, his ring leaving a slight nick on the boy’s cheek.
Andrew couldn’t be more compliant. Mr. Mayer was an absolute adonis, he would do anything for such a man. His eyes were stuck on the man’s abs contracting as he thrust into his hole.
Mr. Mayers' eyes were now stuck on the sinful view of his cock disappearing into the boy’s hairless hole. He spat down on it, wetting it nicely, then decided to spit all over the boy; his abs, his chest, his face.
“Spit in my mouth,” Andrew pleaded. Karl sheathed himself all the way in and bent down to press his body against the boy. He propped himself up on his elbows, his face just inches away from Andrew’s, and spat in his open mouth.
“Swallow,” Karl demanded, looking right into those daredevil eyes. Andrew obliged, like a good boy, and swallowed. He took the opportunity to reach his hands to Karl’s muscular cheeks and pull the bulky man further inside him. Karl grunted and brought one hand to the boy’s throat, squeezing his hand unkindly around the boy’s windpipe.
Sweat dripped down Karl’s face and onto Andrew’s cheeks. The younger boy was overtaken by the heat of the man’s body against his, the smell of his aftershave, the pain of his cock, the pressure of his forceful hand around his throat. Then Karl resumed his fucking. Thrusting in and out while looking deep into the boy’s eyes.
“Is this what you like?”
“Yes Mr. Mayer.”
“What are you, hm?”
“A slut.”
“Not just a slut.”
“A faggot, sir.”
“That’s right,” Mr. Mayer whispered into the boy’s ear, “You’re just a faggot made to be fucked by men like me.” The man’s cock continued its assault. He used to bully boys like Andrew at school, he knew how to handle them. “That’s all you’re good for.” He tightened his grip on the boy’s throat. “It’s what you’re made for,” Andrew’s eyes widened at the words, “Does that sound right?”
“Yes,” Andrew managed to gasp out.
Karl slapped the boy, “Yes, what?”
“Yes daddy!” he yelped.
“That’s more like it,” Karl grunted, and pulled out of the boy. “Get on your knees.”
Andrew knew what was coming next. He sprinted up from the dining room table and onto the floor at the feet of Mr. Mayer’s god-like figure. He looked up at his new daddy like it was Christmas, ready to receive his gift.
Karl looked down at Andrew’s face as he pumped his cock. He felt his orgasm approach. All he could do was focus on the sinful view of his good friend’s son on his knees thirsting for cum. Andrew could hardly wait, he stroked his own cock in anticipation.
“Please come on my face, daddy,” he said boyishly, knowing just which buttons to press, “I need your come daddy,” he continued, grinning up at his newfound father figure.
“Fuck kid,” Karl's low voice was primal and deep, jaw tensed in concentration, “Here it fu- fucking comes FUCK.” The cum shot out of Karl’s cock and splurted on Andrew’s face. He stared cross-eyed at the cock as it exploded. The first shot splattered on his forehead. The cum was white and wet, but the warmth of it was what he noticed first.
“Take it you fucking faggot,” Karl gripped the boy’s head and held it in place as his other hand pumped his cock. The next shot landed on the boy’s nose, and Karl continued to hose down Andrew's face with his seed from top to bottom. The long spurts painted Andrew white, coating his eyes until they were glued shut. Andrew urged his mouth forward and enveloped his greedy mouth around the man’s cock, outstretching his lips as far as they could. He suckled on the manhood, milking it for all of its juice. He savoured the milky seed, swishing it around his mouth before letting it slide down his throat. Andrew moaned around Mr. Mayer’s cock and then gorged himself on it, taking it all in until he was gagging on it.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Karl said in a low voice, mesmerized by the kid’s devotion, “What a good cocksucker, good boy, good boy.” Andrew was still choking himself with the monstrous cock as he stroked himself. He gagged and looked up at his daddy with tearful red eyes as he approached his own orgasm.
“C’mon be a good son and come for daddy,” Mr. Mayer instructed, his fingers still tangled firmly in the boy’s hair. Andrew’s eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head as his cock erupted. He came all over his mother’s hardwood floor and Mr. Mayer’s feet, all the while still forcing the man’s nine inches into his esophagus. Mr. Mayer continued to egg him on through his orgasm, calling him “a good little fag” and the “hottest little brat on the street.”
As his orgasm subsided, Andrew let the softening cock out of his mouth and sat there panting. As if out of a trance, the situation slowly dawned on him. Here he was kneeling, naked, degraded, and covered in cum. He looked back up at Mr. Mayer and grinned.
Karl smacked his cock heavily on the boy’s sinful face, smearing the cum all over, and spat down on his face one more time for good measure. The both of them were still out of breath, but Karl wasn’t done. He crouched down to meet Andrew’s cummy mouth and joined their lips for a sticky kiss.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before your mom comes home,” Mr. Mayer told the boy.
“Yes daddy,” Andrew smiled.
“Now are you gonna be a good boy and stop this nonsense with your mom?”
“What’s in it for me,” Andrew volleyed, a playful smirk on his face.
“Well if have to move out, how am I gonna find the time to fuck you like you deserve?”
Andrew laughed and conceded. “Can’t argue with that.” He licked his cummy lips and kissed Mr. Mayer again.