Taking care of a suburban home involves a great number of chores and, as it turns out, being a single dad leaves you very little time to do any of them.
Edwin Dodge has been a single father for some three years now, after his wife left him, and yet he still somehow feels guilty for letting other people do his housework, especially the chores he used to do back when his wife was around. He has begrudgingly hired a maid service to come by and deep clean the house every other month, and he’s switched to a boxed meal service for the bulk of the dinners that he and his son consume, but mowing the lawn... well, mowing the lawn has been a sore spot.
People hire neighborhood kids to mow the lawn all the time, he tells himself. It’s a rite of passage. He’s helping a kid out. It’s okay to want one afternoon off, with everything else he has going on. He has the money; it will be fine. Billy is still at his summer day camp and won’t be home for at least a few more hours. He should enjoy the time to himself.
He’d found the kid on one of those “your local neighborhood” apps. He’d been asking a fairly reasonable price for yard work, even for a high-schooler. But Edwin had still felt guilty about hitting the “offer job” button. He’ll get over it, he tells himself. He needs to learn to let these things go.
He gets up out of his chair as he sees the tell-tale bob of a ball cap outside the kitchen window; someone is coming up the front walk. With a sigh, he opens the front door, and then stops short.
The kid, “Sammy” according to his profile, looks younger than he’d expected. He must be only just barely in high school. Perhaps even just about to start it at the end of the summer? He’s wearing a white graphic T-shirt and a red ball cap, and the shortest cut-off jean shorts Edwin has ever seen.
No, he realizes after a moment, it’s not that the shorts are too short. It’s that the bulge of the child’s cock—given the size and shape of it, it can be nothing else—is so enormous that it strains against the fabric over his crotch, making the clothing seem smaller by comparison. He can even see a little peek of white fabric through the legs of the shorts where his apparently colossal dick pushes his underwear downwards.
Edwin swallows and then hurriedly looks back up at the child’s face, suddenly aware he’s been staring open-mouthed. When he meets the child’s eyes, the boy is smirking at him. He’s clearly used to this reaction, and seems to take a sort of perverse delight in it. “Hey,” he drawls once Edwin looks up. “I’m Sammy. You Mr. Dodge?”
“I-” Edwin’s voice comes out squeaky and he has to clear his throat. “Yes, that’s me. You’re here about the lawn, right? Let me show you the mower...”
He leads the kid to the garage, opening the door and showing him the lawnmower. He indicates how to turn it on, how to attach and detach the bag that holds the grass clippings, and all the other details he’ll need. Then he retreats, panicked, into the house as Sammy goes to get started.
He can’t help staring. It’s utterly absurd. He sits in the little window seat of his kitchen and watches Sammy mow the lawn, his eyes glued to the comically large mound in the boy’s pants, all thoughts of other activities he wanted to do forgotten. How does he just... go around like that? Isn’t it uncomfortable? How is it possible that a mere child is packing such a monster? Edwin is obsessed. It’s all he can do to stare helplessly, fascinated, as the kid walks back and forth in his yard, pushing the mower.
Lust overtakes him like a rising tide, slow but unceasing, gradually flooding his body. He goes from merely staring at the boy’s crotch to obsessing about it to desperately fantasizing over the course of the hour or so it takes the boy to mow. By the time the job is finished, Edwin feels like he’s sweating desire, as though his want for the boy is seeping out of every pore. He must see that monstrous organ in person. He must.
When Sammy finally puts the mower away, throwing out the clippings as he’d been told and making his way back to the front door, Edwin has very little plan. His mind is a blank slate of lust, like a white-out blizzard.
“Done,” Sammy says when he opens the door. “I prefer cash if you’ve got it, but I’ll take a check too if I gotta.”
“S-sure,” says Edwin. He opens the door wider. “Why don’t you come in? I’ll go find my wallet.”
He leads the boy into the house, into the area where the kitchen and living room connect into one large open space. Sammy stands there, looking bored, waiting for Edwin to pay him. Edwin's wallet sits on the kitchen counter, but Edwin himself is frozen. He looks back at the boy, staring at him standing in his home, unsure what he should do next. He can’t for the life of him keep his eyes off the boy’s crotch.
After several long, silent seconds tick by, he hears the boy give a huffing laugh. “You want to meet him that bad, huh?” he asks. Edwin barely processes the words, but it doesn’t matter because suddenly—to the overwhelming delight of his lust-addled brain—the boy is unzipping those tight little shorts and stepping out of them.
Edwin gasps when the boy’s cock is finally revealed; if anything it is even more massive than he’d imagined. The kid is practically sporting a third arm between his legs. He hefts it casually in one hand, displaying it. “This what you’re looking for?” he says.
Edwin swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. He falls to his knees, worshipful, right there on the carpet.
“I-” He tries to speak. Fails, and starts again. “I must have that in me. Holy shit. Please please please fuck me with that.”
Once again the boy smirks. “I dunno... Do you really deserve it? Why don’t you show me how bad you want it?”
Edwin crawls forward on his hands and knees until he can place his hands at the boy’s hips, grounding himself. He’s still wearing the shirt and cap. “What do you want me to do? Anything. Just tell me.”
The boy shrugs. “Well, I dunno. I worked up kind of a sweat doing your dirty work. My thighs are pretty soaked. Why don’t you clean off my crotch with your tongue?”
Edwin doesn’t hesitate. He dives right in, burying his face in the crook of the boy’s leg and inhaling deeply. It smells of musk and fresh grass. He sticks out his tongue, lowering his head and licking a stripe up the inside of the boy’s thigh. His skin is salty and earthy to taste.
He feasts on the boy’s sweat, licking up every drop from first his left then his right thigh. Then he ducks his head underneath the boy’s massive cock and laves at his balls, tonguing them and even sucking them gently one by one into his mouth. The musky flavor is much stronger here, almost choking him as he worships every inch of them.
Then, finally, cautiously, he approaches the monstrous dick. It’s far too big for him to fit in his mouth, but he does what he can. He licks up the side of it gamely, holding it in both hands as he attempts to cover every square inch in his saliva.
“The tip, too,” the boy orders. “Get your tongue under the foreskin there. Could use a good cleaning.”
With a whimper in the back of his throat, Edwin does as instructed, dipping his tongue under the boy’s foreskin and swirling it around the head of the cock. He can taste the bitter tang of precum on his taste buds as a pearl of clear liquid oozes eagerly out to greet him.
Unable to stand it any longer, Edwin backs off and undresses, taking off all his clothes. He’s desperate for the boy’s cock, dying for it. He wants it so badly it feels like a tightness behind his eyes. He sinks back down to his hands and knees, facing away from the boy, and grabs one of his buttocks in each hand, spreading himself open. “Please,” he begs, “please fuck me.”
Sammy snorts. “I don’t know if you’ve proved yourself yet. Finger your ass. Show me how much you want it.”
With another mewling sound Edwin lunges for the bottle of hand lotion on the corner table next to the couch. He hurries to spread what he can onto his hands and then unceremoniously reaches behind himself and shoves two fingers into his asshole, working them in and out as quickly as he can to prepare himself.
“Now, now,” the boy chides him. “Slower than that. Really get into it. Show me how much you love taking something up the ass. Pretend it’s me fucking you.”
Edwin groans. Sammy somehow seems far more experienced than he would have expected, like he's done this before. Like maybe he's done it a lot. Not that it matters; Edwin does as he’s told. He slows his movements, painstakingly penetrating himself as deep as he can get over and over, moaning in pleasure as he imagines what it will feel like to have the boy inside him. He scissors his fingers inside and then adds a third, trying to increase the sense of penetration. He’s not as flexible as he would like to be, and it’s hard to get the digits as deep as he wants. He settles instead for girth, adding a fourth finger. The stretch is nothing compared to what this boy’s cock is about to do to him, he thinks, drooling a little.
He looks past his shoulder to see that the boy has squirted lotion into his own hand and is rubbing his cock idly, bringing himself to full hardness as he watches Edwin finger his hole. Edwin bites his lip and continues his ministrations, awaiting further orders. It feels strange, shameful, to be taking commands from someone less than half his age, but somehow he just can't help himself. It feels as though he's been hypnotized, unable to do anything by his own will.
Finally, when the behemoth cock has stirred to waking and is pointing towards him like an arrow, Sammy finally drops to his knees behind Edwin. Edwin hurries to remove his fingers and resumes his previous position, pulling his buttocks apart and exposing his ready and waiting hole.
The penetration is so much bigger than he ever could have imagined. His eyes go wide as it begins to split him, cleaving him in half until he feels like his hips might break down the middle. The enormous cock sinks into him bit by bit, filling his ass and pushing into his guts until he’s sure he can feel a bulge in the front of his torso. The massive member dominates his entire lower half, skewering him like a pig on a spit. He whimpers helplessly; it hurts, it’s far too enormous, and yet he still wants it so, so badly. He’s already seeing stars.
And then the kid starts pounding him. Edwin chokes on his own spit as the kid grabs his hips and begins to ram into him over and over, impaling him again and again on the massive spike of his cock. It’s all Edwin can do to hold on, riding the pain and pleasure as they twine through him, his vision nearly blacking out at the height of some of the boy’s thrusts. He can feel himself drooling in pleasure, certain he must be making the world’s dumbest face, made stupid by the overwhelming sensation, but he couldn’t care less at this point.
“Oh, god, yes!” he encourages. “Fuck, please, it feels so- please!” He’s basically incoherent.
“You like that?” says the boy. He sounds far more lucid than Edwin. “You enjoying housing my big ol’ cock in your tight little ass? What a slut. Adults are all the same. Can’t fucking keep it in your pants. Hope you appreciate my charity here, stooping to fuck a whore like you. ”
“Yes!” Edwin chokes. “Oh yes! Please, I’m so grateful. I want it so bad!” The pain and pleasure have melded within him into one long, continuous sensation, utterly overwhelming. All he feels is the slide in and out, in and out, in and out as his hole is breached again and again by the meat ginding into it. For many long minutes, Sammy’s cruel laugh ringing in his ears is the only sound he hears beyond the rhythmic squelching of his ass being violently pounded.
Eventually, somewhere in the back of his mind underneath the haze of lust, Edwin hears another sound: a click and a soft sweep, something that should matter, should mean something, but he’s too focused on the point of his penetration to process any other thoughts. The stretch of the cock splitting open his ass is the only thing his brain has room for.
The next sound is a gasp and a small thud. Edwin is all set to ignore it, but suddenly he can’t.
Sammy grabs his hair in one hand, sliding the other up his torso to his chest and yanks him upright, so his bare back is pressed flush to Sammy’s chest. He uses the hand on Edwin’s torso to cruelly pinch his nipple, giving it a good solid wrench, and then uses the hand in the man’s hair to turn his head.
There, standing in the doorway, is Edwin’s 11-year-old son Billy, back from camp, his eyes wide and body frozen in place as he watches his father being penetrated on the living room floor. Edwin’s ass clenches involuntarily around the cock inside it in his sudden panic.
“Well, would you look at that,” Sammy murmurs in Edwin’s ear, his lips pressed right against the delicate curved shell. “Now that’s the much tighter ass my cock deserves. What do you say, daddy? Think the little slut takes after his ol’ pop?”
“Buh?” is about all Edwin can manage before Sammy’s cock is wrenched out of him, leaving his anus empty and gaping, gasping from the pounding it just took.
Before the startled child can move from where he’s frozen, Sammy has grabbed Billy and forced him to his knees on the carpet. Over the boy’s protests, Sammy pulls down his pants and begins to repeat the same actions on Edwin’s son as he had on the man himself, straining to stuff the head of his enormous cock into the even tighter, smaller hole.
Edwin can only watch dumbfounded as Sammy slowly and steadily forces his cock into his son. He sits empty and bereft as he watches the enormous member he so badly craves disappear inch by inch into the little boy. Billy cries and screams as he is penetrated, his young body even less able to accommodate the massive length and girth of Sammy’s organ than Edwin’s had been. If Edwin had been a pig on a spit, Billy is more akin to a glove on a hand, barely a sheath around the flesh inside him.
Once again, Sammy starts up his thrusts. Edwin watches dumbstruck as Sammy fucks his son, pounding the sobbing boy mercilessly, just as hard as he’d fucked Edwin. The sight of such an enormous organ stuffed into such a small hole... feeling his body almost on auto-pilot, Edwin reaches up to his own cock and begins to stroke it in time with Sammy’s movements.
As he watches his son being brutally raped, Edwin finds himself more turned on than he’s ever been in his life. He knows he should be ashamed, knows this should bother him, that he should put a stop to it. But he feels spellbound, helpless. He continues to jerk himself, fixated, watching the point of penetration as the monstrous cock slides in and out of his son over and over and over.
Before he can get off, however, Sammy is finished. He pulls Billy all the way onto his cock, balls-deep, creating a visible bulge in the boy’s stomach, and then his balls twitch and clench as he empties what must be a massive load into Billy’s insides. So massive, in fact, that apparently Billy’s insides can’t contain it all; it splashes out around the sides of Sammy’s cock and begins to drip down his thighs.
“Oh yeah,” Sammy moans as he comes and comes and comes up Billy’s ass. It goes on way longer than Edwin thought it could, filling Billy with the teen’s semen. Then, with a final satisfied sigh, Sammy lets go of him and allows Billy to slide forward off his cock into a slumped little pile on the floor.
“Thanks for the entertainment, boys,” he says breezily. He walks over to the kitchen counter, where Edwin’s wallet is still clearly sitting out in the open, and helps himself to the cash inside. “It’s been real,” he says, giving a little salute, and then turns and walks out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Edwin stares at his collapsed son, disheveled, half-dressed, and leaking Sammy’s cum. He feels almost cheated; his own fucking had ended so abruptly, so prematurely. His own still-hard cock is practically weeping in his hand, and he still feels an overwhelming desire for Sammy’s command, for the return of his dominating member.
Edwin crawls over to Billy’s side. He can still see Sammy’s cum coating the boy’s buttocks and the back of his thighs.
Still feeling outside of his own body, mind too clouded with lust to keep himself within it, Edwin leans down and lower’s his mouth to his son’s backside. With a wanton dedication, he proceeds to lap up Sammy’s leavings, licking his cum off the boy’s skin, claiming it for himself. He dutifully cleans off Billy’s thighs just as he had Sammy’s earlier, swallowing every last drip of cum he can find. When he finally gets to Billy’s little hole, still gaping wide from its previous treatment, he plunges his tongue into it with nary a thought.
But it’s not satisfying. No matter how many times he drives his tongue into his son’s ass, practically fucking him with it, he can’t get what he want. Sammy’s cock was so massive, got so deep inside him, there’s no way he can possibly replicate it. The boy’s cum was injected much further into his son’s ass than his tongue can reach.
And so Edwin draws back, spreads open his son’s hole, and plunges his entire hand inside.
Billy screams. It’s hardly thicker than Sammy’s cock, Edwin thinks. He forces his hand further down the passage, fisting the boy, until he’s managed to sink his entire forearm inside. He tries to feel around as best he can, to cup his hand and scoop up the seed that Sammy left behind.
With a gruesome squelch, he pulls his arm back out of his son’s ass and inspects it. It does seem like he managed to pick up some of the semen. He hurriedly licks it off his hand, groaning with a heady mixture of wantonness, pleasure, disgust, and shame.
His cock is so hard he feels like he might die from it. He needs to get off so bad...
He looks down. His son’s ass is right there, gaping at him, twitching like it wants to be fed.
He can’t help himself. He takes up his son’s hips just as Sammy had done to him earlier and plunges his cock into the boy’s waiting hole. Once again he sees stars behind his eyelids, although the sensations this time are very different. His son’s ass, widened by previous abuse, barely protests the penetration at all, giving only a token tired twitch as Edwin begins to fuck it, driving into the young passage again and again.
He’s not nearly as big as Sammy was; he can’t cleave the boy as far open, nor can he get as punishingly deep. But he makes up for it with enthusiasm, pounding the boy as hard as he can, until the slapping of his flesh against the boy’s buttocks becomes a harsh spanking, reddening the child’s young cheeks and punishing his hole. He loses himself in the pleasure of his son’s body, his mind blissfully empty except for the lust, the penetration, the squeeze of his son’s rectum around his cock.
Edwin is too turned on to last long. He fucks his son’s ass until he comes, desperate, mingling his own semen with what’s left of Sammy’s. He holds himself steady until he’s emptied every last drop inside the boy, staining his body with his father’s claim. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
As he catches his breath, lying slumped over his son’s back, Edwin contemplates whether he will do this again. After all, it’s only him and his son alone here, every day. He does not know, when the lust finally clears from his mind, what his thoughts will be. Will he feel shame? Horror? Or simply a newly-awakened desire to partake once more?
Even more earnest, the thought occurs to him: if he offers his son’s body, would Sammy deign to return, and bring his monster cock back to play once more?
Edwin’s mouth waters at the thought.