HIS69-471 Call on Me

Excerpt

As if that were not enough, the blond youth spread his father’s robe wide and sank to one knee. Within the blink of an eye, the kid had a mouthful of limber dick, his head turned slightly, his eyes rolling toward Chip. He cupped his hands around the producer’s low-slung balls and began sawing on his big meat.

Chip’s cock bucked like an untamed bronc. He had witnessed performances of almost every conceivable erotic act, but nothing had ever come up to the sight of watching this handsome boy fellate his father. Liquid fire shot through his veins. He squeezed his thighs together and gulped his drink. Holy shit! It was incest in its purest form, and in witnessing it, he was somehow part of the exciting taboo. He didn’t think he could take much more of the uninhibited sex show being performed—for some crazy reason—before his eyes. But no matter how feverish his own needs, he was reluctant to masturbate in front of the kid and his famous father.

Dirk let the spit-glazed cock slip from his mouth, moving back and looking at Chip. “My father is very large, is he not?”

Chip had to agree. “Oh yes, very!” Jesus! Werner’s limp, uncut dong hung halfway down his thigh—like a fucking hose. The overhang of foreskin formed a small knot at the tip of the round, fat head.

Uncovering his father’s pink knob proudly, Dirk sucked the moist head between his sensual lips, then swallowed about half of the producer’s ungodly length. He sucked hungrily, twisting his hand on the other half of the shaft and bouncing and squeezing the man’s low-hanging nuts with the other hand.

Werner clamped a hand behind his son’s head. “We seldom have guests we can trust to keep our secret, Dirk is always eager to get started.” He tried to push the boy from him. “That is enough for now. We do not want to be rude.” He finally pulled his spit-soaked cock from Dirk’s sucking mouth. The boy’s lips smacked loudly. Braun’s enormous cock, now wet and glistening, drooped at about half-staff. He closed his silky robe, but his half-hard dork made a ridiculous-looking tent as he carried his drink to his chair.

When the boy got to his feet, there was no doubt in Chip’s mind this time. The kid’s fly bulged hideously, but the horny little cocksucker didn’t even attempt to conceal the condition of his young prick. Try as he might, Chip couldn’t tear his eyes from the kid’s bulging basket. Chip was relieved when the kid went into another room and closed the door. He was now able to concentrate on what Werner was saying.

“…but what else can I do? The boy’s appetite is insatiable. I cannot always satisfy his needs. I also have a young wife who craves my favors. And the boy has no desire for boys his own age. He lusts only for grown men.”