Imagine, a twenty-eight year old formerly married white computer web designer with an eight year old son, getting fucked in the ass by a large well muscled black man with a dick of over eleven inches. Ask me to imagine it a few months ago, and I would have told you you were nuts. In face, I would have been angry as hell and insulted. But Sean changed my life, and also changed the life of my son..changed his young life totally. It was like I was living in some kind of drug induced state, or under some strange hypnotic spell. Sean had that way about him. Oh, everyone who met him thought he was the nicest young men. So handsome and polite and well spoken. So courteous. And he was! I mean, he could be, as long as he got his way. And his way included fucking the tiny ass of my eight year old son.

Oh it wasn't just the ass fucking that got me worried and upset. It took me a while, but eventually I understood that Sean loved my son, and although the relationship was unconventional, I was smart enough not to put some kind of ugly stereotype label on it. If Sean and my eight year old Clay were to be boyfriends then as a parent, I had to accept it and try to support it. I told you that my assistance was required in helping Sean get his huge dick in my son's ass and mouth. I never believed I would be called into service. But Sean needed an ass to fuck while he was getting Clay's little pink hole ready. Had I not agreed to let Sean temporarily fuck my ass, he might have forced himself upon the boy, really damaging him in some way. So, I became Sean's temporary bitch, at least that is what he called it. For those of you picking up my tail mid-fuck, Sean is not the aforementioned black man. That is Jesse. Sean is as clean cut a white all American jock type as they come.

The thing is, once Sean started to fuck his new boyfriend, my son Clay, he didn't totally stop ass fucking me. Every once in a while he would order me to bend over, or strip, or get on the bed, and he would ram that huge dick painfully up into my guts. And the thing is, I didn't resist. Why, I now ask myself? I behaved like Sean's bitch. I cooked his meals, I did his laundry, I ran to get him a beer, whatever the young stud wanted. Was it because I felt like a failure as a husband to my ex-wife and a failure as a father to my son? Was I perhaps afraid of Sean? Not really, or rather, only when he became angry which was really quite seldom. And most of the time, he was so loving to my son. He woudl hold him on his lap while we watched tv, sliding his big thick hard dick up and down Clay's little ass crack and pinching and playing with his little nipples.

They would giggle and laugh and lick each other's necks and faces. You see, sometimes Clay really did seem to idolize and worship Sean. But there were other times, when I know he hated the sex. He hated the pain of the big fucker in his guts, and he hated choking on the fuckmeat and not being able to breath. Still, in thinking about it I said to myself, "There are lots of women who don't really appreciate sex with their husbands. They put up with it for the sake of the relationship."

I must admit, Sean had some rather bizarre tastes. He loved to piss on my eight year old son. I am not a totally naive dweeb. I know that lots of couples, men and women, women and women, men and men, like to play piss games. I've seen it on the internet. But Sean liked to piss on my eight year old son a lot. He loved to make the boy hold his mouth open, and then finger his huge, fat fucktool with the pisshole right over the boy's mouth, and then let loose with a cascade of piss that would almost knock the boy over. He also pissed up the boy's ass alot, and then would want Clay to squat and squirt out the pee. As time went on, I began to suspect that Sean was using my son't mouth as a urinal.

Clay did not like the taste of piss, and I can't say I blame him. When I complained to Sean, he asked me if I ever drank piss. I told him of course not. He said I really should not criticize something unless I had tried it. So I had to kneel naked in front of the college grad stud while he rested the fat cockhead of his dick on my lower lip. I told him it really wasn't necessary, but insisted and shot a load of piss into my mouth. I gagged and choked. It tasted strong and bitter and a bit salty. This was a new low for me, allowing a man to piss in my mouth. But that wasn't the end of my piss games with Sean.

He insisted one afternoon that I piss in my son's mouth while he pissed up the boy's ass. He said he wanted to try Clay becoming a urinal at both ends. Little Clay screamed and refused, as you might expect any eight year old to do. He was always hesitant to try anything new. He hid under the bed. Sean had to drag him out. then Sean gave my boy a really rough ass beating with a wooden spoon. The poor boy's little ass cheeks were such a dark red, they were almost black. I begged Sean to stop and he turned to me and said, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I will take this spoon to your ass next. He's my boyfriend, and he has to learn to behave."

Soon a trembling Clay with a burning ass, knelt on his hands and knees on the bathroom floor as Sean shoved his thick semi-flaccid dick up into the boy's baby pucker. Sean then ordered or rather asked me to stick my dick in my son's mouth and take a nice long piss. I always felt funny sticking my cock in my son's mouth.

The first time Sean told me to face fuck my own son, I balked. Sean liked to watch me face fucking Clay. He got some kind of a charge out of it. He told me right out that he got sexually stimulated by the sight of a father sticking his dick into his own son's mouth. It perhaps would not have been quite so extreme, had poor little Clay not been engaged in sexually activity almost constantly. Sean kept the boy doing something sexual and if you ask me slightly perverted almost all day and night. I think I already reported that Sean was seriously over-sexed.

He needed to fuck ass three times a day. And in between, he liked to get dick, ball and ass sucked. He liked his pits and feet licked. He liked to kiss and cuddle. He loved to fondle eight year old Clay and frig the little boy's tiny baby dick to a nice dry orgasm. He was always fingering the boy's ass, trying to stretch it still further. God, he even made Clay sit on his lap while he took a dump. He taught the boy how to wipe his ass clean. He said it is a thing boyfriends do for each other.

So, one day for fun, Sean announces that the bathroom is off limits all day. That both he and I will piss in Clay's mouth all day. And that was the day, he chose to have us both drink alot of beer.

He did begin to take Clay out more. One day, he announced that all three of us were going to the movies. I thought that was sweet of him, although of course, I had to pay. We went to a local mall, and Sean even let Clay choose the film. Once we were comfortably seated, Clay quite happy with a big box of popcorn and a soda. Sean told me to masturbate into the popcorn. I was actually enjoying the film and didn't understand him at first. "Jerk off onto the popcorn!' Sean said, slouching down in his seat, one arm draped around his eight year old boyfriend. I took out my dick and did as asked, I don't know why. I splattered the popcorn with my cum. Clay made that cute pouty mouth he does when he is unhappy. He turned to Sean.

"Now you ruined my popcorn." he said in a baby boy voice.

"NO, baby, I made it better for you. Now it's really delicious cause it has our favorite sauce on it."

" I don't wanna' eat it..." he said, his voice high and trembling slightly.

"But you will eat every bit of it, won't you, cause you don't want to be a bad boy and get punished?" Sean ruffled Clay's hair. Clay sniffled back a tear and started to eat the sperm soggy popcorn. I leaned over and whispered to him that I was sorry.

I hope the soda helped my son with the flavor. A little while later, as we are watching the film, Sean leans over and unties Clay's shoes and takes them and his socks off.

"What are you doing,Sean?" Clay asked.

"Shhh, be quiet baby and watch the movie. I'm just making you more comfortable, like at home." There were people sitting all around us. Sean proceeded to peel Clay's tee shirt up and off his slender pale soft little body. Clay shook his head "no" but Sean was determined, and when Sean is determined to do something, it gets done. Next, Sean peeled down the little boy's shorts. He hadn't allowed Clay to wear any underpants, so now, the boy was totally naked. Clay was whimpering softly.

"It's cold..." he whispered. But Sean told him not to talk during the movie. Then Sean cuddled the little naked boy next to him. A bit later, he began to fondle the boy, sticking a finger up the kid's asshole and fingering his tiny prick and balls. He also tongue kissed my son. I was terrified we would be seen. Then Sean took out his huge dick. He placed Clay on the cement floor between his legs and had the little boy lick his balls and suck his dick. Poor Clay didn't even see the best part of the movie, and he had so looked forward to it. Clay had to suck Sean's dick for about twenty minutes.

Sean then lifted the boy up onto the seat, but with his little ass facing Sean. I looked down into my son's eyes. Clay looked up at me with a pleading look. I wanted to help, but what could I do? Sean began to shove popcorn up my son's ass. He stuffed my sweet boy with popcorn. He told me to take my dick out again, and when I did, he shoved my son's face into my crotch and told the boy to suck me. So here was my eight year old son, with his little ass stuffed so full of popcorn his tummy swelled out, sucking on his father's dick, bare assed naked in a movie theatre. I am ashamed to say, I shot off into my son's mouth almost at once. The whole scene, nasty as it was, was very erotic.

After the movie, Sean gave Clay his tiny shorts back but nothing else. "What about my shirt and shoes and socks?" the little boy asked.

"It's kind of warm, you can go home like that."

"Please, Sean, I don't want to walk through the mall like this." Sean started to cry. His stomach was still bloated with popcorn. But Sean's word was law. After all, he was his older boyfriend. Poor little Clay had to walk though the entire mall wearing nothing but the very tiny pair of shorts that Sean had gotten for him. I must admit he did look beautiful, and more than one older gentleman stopped to stare.

But you're asking, what does all of this have to do with a well hung black giant fucking my ass? Well, the black dude was a college friend of Sean and he came to live with us for a while. He would truly alter not only my life, but the life of my son...and both of our asses. He would also introduce us to some fairy gross and perverted activities. I came to wonder how Sean could even have such a disgusting friend. My God, the sounds that came from the bedroom when Sean and Jesse had little Clay up there, would shock most people beyond reason. The sight of what they did to my son was almost too much to bear. But more of that later.