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Dirk CarlorIFSIRThe Institute of Father-Son Incest Research |
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SummaryThis story follows a government official as he investigates the various facilities encompassed within the Institute for Father/Son Incest Research (IFSIR). As he travels through the oral wing, anal wing, cum wing, piss wing and the mysterious "misc wing," he sees experiments being performed that involve hot father/son action, and he struggles to accept that he enjoys what he sees.
Publ. 2009-2010 (Nifty); this site Feb 2012
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CharactersVarious boys (5-17yo) and their fathersCategory & Story codesOther story/medicalMt Mb – cons/reluc/coerc mast oral anal – toys spank ws (Explanation) |
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DisclaimerIf you are under the legal age of majority in your area or have objections to this type of expression, please stop reading now.If you don't like reading stories about men having sex with boys, why are you here in the first place? This story is the complete and total product of the author's imagination and a work of fantasy, thus it is completely fictitious, i.e. it never happened and it doesn't mean to condone or endorse any of the acts that take place in it. The author certainly wouldn't want the things in this story happening to his character(s) to happen to anyone in real life. It is just a story, ok? |
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Author's noteThis is a short story written by Dirk Carlor, a very horny and kinky 23 year old. It is fictional and involves sex between fathers and sons. I do not advocate pedophilia or abuse of minors outside of fantasy.I love hearing from readers, so please feel free to send me an email through this feedback form with Dirk Carlor - The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR) in the subject line - with any questions, comments or suggestions for future work! Enjoy the story and don't cum till the end!
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This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR). I was sent to IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of government funding. The institute is top secret, and most Americans would be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological sons. But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study. IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for this purpose. It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess whether or not it is properly using its money. I was given a private tour of the most promising studies in the facility's five wings, each focusing on a different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss studies and the very mysterious 'Miscellaneous Acts' wing. For each experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration of the study, the 'name' used to refer to the subjects, and I will also record whether or not the subjects were 'Volunteers', 'Recruits', or 'Other'. All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have an explanation.
The Longs came to IFSIR about six months ago, and once they went through the interview process were accepted immediately to a study they actually had conceived themselves. I was brought into their viewing room, all my viewings went on behind one way mirrors. The Longs room was simple, two beds, a table, a desk, a television. Unless it conflicted with the studies, most of the rooms were quite comfortable, particularly if it was a longer study. The two subjects were just beginning to their morning routine. Standing at the foot of the bed, the subjects stood naked and smiling. Most subjects, if comfortable with it, went without clothes during their studies. These two subjects were both Italian, and like most of the subjects, were clearly father and son. Both dark skinned with dark hair, strong features. The father was slim and toned, hairy as can be. His son was not hairy, but still very dark and Italian looking. While Mr. Long had defined abs and pecs, his son was just a skinny little Italian kid. Though he was fairly hairless on his body, his cock and balls seemed to be very well developed. Both subjects were hard when they were fully naked, and both seemed noticeably excited and anxious to begin, even though this had been going on every day for almost 6 months. Alex started stroking his cock as he focused on his father's member, which was, as it turned out, the main reason why these two were accepted into the study. Lonny had one of the longest cocks I had ever seen, including those on porno. According to his file it clocked in at 11.7 inches [29.7 cm], just under a foot. It stuck straight out from between his legs, and he shook it a little and pointed it at his son. When the bell rang inside their room, Alex dropped to his knees in an instant. The purpose of this study was complicated. At a foot long, Lonny had never been able to successfully get his cock all the way down a woman's throat. Alex became enamored with his father's cock at a young age, and they had come to the study with the theory that a son's lust for his father would possibly be enough to actually get Mr. Long's long cock all the way down his throat to the hilt. The researches here speculated that if it could not happen in 1 year, it could not happen at all. According to my tour guide, it was six months in and they were very happy with the results so far. "Open wide, Son," Mr. Long said, and of course Alex complied. The boy waited crouching on the floor as Mr. Long began to walk forward. I had never seen a man walk his cock into a throat before. Step by step, until the head was in the boys willing mouth. The little cockhound sat happily as his father walked, 6 inches, 7 inches, 8 inches [15-18-20 cm]. The bell rang again and Lonny stopped walking. "Nice boy, even easier than yesterday!" "Mmmhmm!" the boy mumbled happily. The two of them made eye contact the entire time. "That's as far as he's gone yet. If you think you can, go ahead and take another step. Or Alex, if you'd like, you can scoot yourself forward," the guide said into the microphone. "No, I'm walking into his little throat pussy," the Dad said. It was clear he was a rather kinky man, and Alex seemed more than happy to have him be in control. Lonny put his hands on the back of his son's head and took another step forward. The boy started to gag and spit, but Lonny just held still, watching his son struggle. Alex was a champion, obviously turning red in the face and drooling, but still wanting to keep going. Once he had calmed down, Lonny took another step. "That's ten inches [25 cm] men! Well done! That's enough for this morning. You can go ahead and-OH!" Suddenly Lonny took another step forward, shoving all but one inch into his boys hungry throat. Alex instinctually pulled back a second, but with his father's firm grip and his love of the cock that made him, he quickly adjusted and let his father force in a few more inches in. Spit was rolling out the gagging boys mouth, but he just took it as his father began to pump his hips. My guide and I watched in shock as he face fucked the hell out of his son. The boy coughed and gagged but never removed his lips from his dad's cock as it pummeled him, or took his hands off his dad's furry ass as he pumped. Alex started bucking, and I was shocked to see that without touching himself, he began to shoot his load straight up in the air. Still taking the aggressive throat pounding from his dad, the boy shot a nice white and creamy load up his own stomach, chest and even landed some on his chin. I looked at the guide shocked, but he said it was normal. "Soon Lonny will 3; yep there he goes 3;" Grabbing the back of his son's head the Italian God began to spew his own load, injecting it directly into his son's throat. This only added to the boys choking and gasping, because he was still desperately trying to swallow every drop of his father's sperm. "We'll be offering them a position in our cum wing after they finish this study," my guide said. "Let's continue on our tour."
As we enter the observation room, my guide tells me that neither of the Constants knows that this institution is a Father/Son Incest research facility. Caleb believes he is in a homosexual sexual research study, and Paul, who is heterosexual but very kinky, believes he is participating in a heterosexual sex study. Their room is separated by a wall, and each has their own comforts on their own side. Caleb, a pale and skinny boy with black hair, clearly a skater due to his pierced lip and the posters hanging up in his room, lounges on a chair naked watching TV. His limp cock, long and uncut, lays on one thigh. He caresses it absentmindedly. On the other side of the wall sits Paul, looking at a girlie magazine. He was stretched out on a chair identical to the one his son was on, and though these two didn't look as much like each other as the first pair I saw, the way the held themselves made it clear that they were father and son. His cock, fully hard in his pumping fist, was not as long as Lonny's had been but was fatter and somehow looked angrier. He was heavier than his son, with a hairy stomach and two enormous hairy balls. I didn't know at the time, but the guide informed me later that he was jerking so furiously because he was anticipating the bell that rang. Just before it went off, the door to Paul's room opened and in sauntered five men. They were each about Paul's age, and they all greeted and shook hands with him. All of them were buck naked and rock hard, and most had Paul's build: big, beefy, masculine. My guide directed my attention to their dicks, and when I looked down I noticed that their cocks were extremely similar in appearance. All were thick in girth and hairy, and all had big egg shaped balls to go with them. After they were done greeting each other, Paul hit the button to ring the bell, which went off in both Paul and Caleb's room. "Position Three today, Paul" my guide said into the microphone and Paul gave him a thumbs up. Caleb, almost instantaneously, leaped up from his chair and began to grow hard. He hurried over to the wall that stood between his and his father's room and dropped to his knees. The men in Paul's room pulled out a slat in the wall, and six holes appeared. The holes were just large enough for each man to push his balls and giant, throbbing cock into the room next door. In front of Caleb's hungry eyes popped the big daddy dicks, and he quickly shuffled over to the first cock in line. He looked at us through the glass. "Can I start?" The eager sound of his voice made my cock jump. "Yes, Begin." Without a moment's hesitation, Caleb started going down on the first dick. His eyes closed, and he had a look of extreme concentration on his face. He appeared to be inspecting the cock with his lips and tongues. He was tasting the tip, going down to the hilt, gagging on it even. He focused on the nuts too, tasting each one, then both, letting the big hairy balls hang in his mouth. After about five minutes, a different toned bell rang and Caleb shuffled over to the next, nearly identical penis. This time I focused on the man being sucked. The man had his arm around Caleb's dad, and was clearly enjoying this blowjob thoroughly. He bucked his hips as much as the wall would let him, and was suppressing moans. I discovered later that the men were required to stay as quiet as possible, so as not to affect Caleb's experiences of anonymous cock. The man's giant piece bobbed up and down when Caleb switched to working on his nuts, and in another five minutes the bell rang. Caleb scooted over to the third cock in line, his father's huge penis. I cannot describe how incredibly erotic it was to watch a father and a son enjoy each other so much, while being completely unaware that they were getting pleasure from their closest blood relative. But it was clear, as soon as Caleb's tongue touched the piss slit of Paul's rock hard cock, that Caleb was much more obsessed and happy with this cock. The gumption with which he sucked was incredible, and I could see the sheer happiness in his eyes as he smelled and tasted his father's crotch. He worshipped the big nuts, hungrily trying to get both of them in his mouth and keep them there. Likewise, Caleb's dad was going crazy. Trying so hard to keep quiet, it looked as though he might cum any minute. I believe the only reason he didn't was because he wanted the blowjob his son was giving him to last longer. When the bell rang, Caleb quickly took his dad's cock to the hilt, and looked sideways at us with a begging glance. His father looked dejected. "Caleb, you heard the bell. Please move to the next position." Slowly, sadly, Caleb pulled his mouth off the cock. "But I know this is the one I want!" "That doesn't matter. You need to keep going, it's important for the study. We must be thorough." Caleb reluctantly gave his father's cock one last lick, then moved to position four. He worked through the next two cocks half-heartedly, giving them not nearly the same amount of attention. On the other side, Paul was clearly still in ecstasy, and it looked as though he was just dying to have his son return to his cock so he could finish. Finally the bell rang for the fifth time, and Caleb stood up at attention. His cock was rock hard and dripping from all of this. "Alright Caleb, have you made your decision?" "Number three!" "Alright Caleb, have at it." In lightening speed Caleb dropped down in front of position three again and hungrily resumed slobbering on his dad's dick. Caleb's dad's hands shot in the air, and he mouthed the words "YES!" as he felt the hot mouth return to his dick. He quickly resumed bucking his hips into his son's face, and the rest of the men pulled out their cocks. "Thank you, Paul you have been selected again. The rest of you may finish if you like, and go." The men who weren't chosen sat down on some of the furniture, and jacked themselves off to completion. They all shot nice loads, but I have to say I was focused on the show Caleb and Paul were putting on. I had never seen such an eager cocksucker, nor had I seen someone so thoroughly enjoy a mouth like Paul was. Within seconds the two of them had formed a rhythm so perfect and fast that it was 3; unworldly. It was clear the two had a strong connection. "This is the 215th day that Caleb has chosen his father's cock to suck to completion," my guide told me. "It's incredible. He clearly recognizes something special in his father's cock, but he has no idea that it is his parent. In two weeks we will reveal their identity to each other. You're welcome to come back to witness that if you would like, it should be interesting." I could only nod my response, because just as he began talking to me it was clear that Paul was about to explode. Unlike Alex in the first experiment I had seen, Caleb did not try to gobble all of his father's seed, at least not at first. No, as he anticipated his father's orgasm, he pulled off, and grabbing it with both hands pointed it right between his eyes. The first shot landed with a splat, and Caleb smiled big as he felt it drip down the bridge of his nose. The boy practically bathed in it, allowing the copious amounts of sperm his father shot out to coat his young face, clearly enjoying the feeling and smell of it as it covered him. On the other side, Paul was shivering with each explosion. He was biting his own thick forearm to keep from screaming. When he had finally shot all of his enormous load, he slowly pulled his cock back through the hole. Caleb was sucking on the head, trying to get all of the cum out of the tip. He followed it sluttily as it pulled back, his little ass popping up in the air as he tried to get the last few bits of dad's dick. Then Paul pulled the slat shut. As he did, he let out a loud groan and said "Whoever that cocksucker is, she is the best at it!" He then began to work out using some of the equipment in his room. Caleb returned to his position in the chair, his face and chest dripping with the very cum that made him. He sat stroking his dick and using his fingers to wipe his father's cum off his face and put it in his mouth. He was clearly savoring the taste, and it was obvious that it was the taste of his father's seed that made him shoot his own huge teen load. Caleb lay there in a state of exhaustion, absentmindedly licking his own cum from his fingers and dicks, and clearly daydreaming of his father's cock. And he didn't even know it was his own dad's dick that gave him so much pleasure.
My guide led me from the viewing room back into the hallway. "Well, that's a pretty good overview of the oral section of our program. Of course I could show you more oral if you like, but I thought it might be more beneficial to move on towards the anal wing. I have several very 3; interesting 3; experiments over there I would like to show you. In fact, the next one is what we call a 'transitory study'. That means that it is being investigated both by specialists from the Oral wing as well as from the Anal wing. How does that sound?" Of course I agreed 3;
When we entered the next viewing room, which was situated in a corridor between the Oral and the Anal wing, my guide told me that they were 'very lucky' to have found the next group and that their study was one of his personal favorites to watch. That got me excited, and I eagerly looked through the glass as we entered. What I saw was so shocking and erotic that I nearly creamed my pants. On a large bed in the center of the room lay a very attractive and fit man. He lay with his arms behind his head, and a blue bandana tied over his eyes. He was sandy blonde from head to toe. His big crop of sandy hair lay matted on his sweat drenched face. Down his rippling body was the same blonde hair, only coarser. His thighs and calves, both toned as can be, were also coated in that blonde hair. I assumed there must have been a nice yellow bush above his cock, but my view was obstructed by the boy who was quickly pumping himself up and down, fucking himself on his beloved father's massive pole. There was another boy lying between his father's bent knees, lapping happily at his father's blonde, hairy hole. The two boys were identical in every way. There was no question about it that these boys were twins. They were younger than the other boys I had seen so far, both still small and hairless. The only hair on their slender young bodies was their own blonde mops, flopping up and down as they worked over their father. They were pale skinned and cute as could be. I loved seeing their two asses, the one laying down and the other being split open by his father. Inside the viewing room another technician sat with a clipboard. "How far along are they this session?" my guide asked him. "This will be 17 in just a minute. They've been going since yesterday after dinner." "Wow, that's almost 15 hours!" my guide exclaimed. "The longest yet, but he said he only has two more in him he thinks." "Perfect, we'll stay for two loads and then see him do the recollection." My guide turned to me. "These three here are doing a study in both duration and something else that is hard to describe. Basically, they were told to have as much fun as possible, and the dad in particular should cum as many times as he can. It's incredible how well they achieve that. They break pretty much only for food and sleep, and according to Mr. Smith here, they've forewent sleep last night to keep playing. Mr. Duplo has already shot 16 loads, and it looks like Eric is going to get his 17th in just a second. I looked back into the room. The boy riding his father's cock like a pro had a big blue E painted on his back just above his ass. The cute twin rimming his dad had a D painted on him in the same spot. Apparently even the researches had a hard time telling the boys apart. "Oooooh it just gets better and better!" Eric was shouting as he pulled himself up off his dad and slammed back on so quickly the letter E was almost a blur. "Ooooh Good boy! Keep going your'e going to get it now 3; HOLD ON 3; THERE IT 3; OOOOOH FUCK YAH! There YA GO SON!" "YEAH DADDY THANK YOU!" Eric cried out as his father bucked his hips to bury the entirety of his tool in his son. The thick cream came leaking out of the boys little smooth butt, and his brother happily licked it up as soon as he saw it. He had lifted his head from his father's hole to watch his brother get spermed. "Jesus. I can't believe I can still make juice. Alright boy, hop off. That's all I can do." Immediately both boys started protesting, as if Dad had told them they were both grounded. "But Dad! You said you had more!" "That's not fair! I was looking forward to getting the next one!" "Now now, boys. I can't! I'm exhausted! Hop off," he said sternly. Reluctantly Eric climbed off his father's cock. The thing slithered out like a snake, half limp and wet, and hitting his firm stomach with a thud. "Come down here, I want to show you something!" Derek said to his brother. "Roll over Dad." "Boys, I'm really tired, there's no point in-" "I just want to show him something!" Mr. Duplo let out a long sigh. "Alright. Fine." He rolled over onto his stomach, and the boys slid up so the were each sitting on either side of his ass. Each boy took a muscular cheek of their father's ass and together they pulled it apart. They began inspecting his hairy hole. "Look, when you lick it like this," Derek said before taking a long, slow lick over his dad's hole, "it tastes just like sweat and well 3; it tastes just like dad! But when you hook your tongue in and under a little like this," and sure enough Derek leaned down and stuck his little pink tongue into his fathers hole, and with incredible skill, pushed and turned it so that it was hooked under the ring of his father's anus. "It tastes a little different! Like a new taste too 3;" he mumbled. "I thought I taught you boys not to talk with your mouths full!" Carl said, and all three of them laughed, even with Derek's tongue halfway up his dad. While he was still laughing, Eric leaned forward and, careful so as not to push his brother out, pushed his own tongue into Carl's beautiful hole. "Mmmmmmm, I thee what you mean!" He said. Together the twins ate their father out, slobbering all over it while the man just lay there, softly moaning in his exhaustion. After about ten minutes of hole eating, the boys both sat up together. They shared a knowing look, then Derek said, "Dad, can we have some of your nuts?" "Sure boy," Carl said, obviously more relaxed and less grumpy after his long session of his sons eating him out. The man flipped over again, and to my surprise his cock, though red from the nonstop usage, was at full mast and standing straight up again. The twins shared an adorable smile, then scooted down to his low hanging, hairy balls and each took one in their mouth. The boys made eye contact as they sucked their dad's balls, and without a word Derek took his mouth off the nut and started to climb back up the bed. Eric didn't miss a beat and quickly took both the balls into his mouth, which was a little bit of a challenge, but he was able to rise to it. Silently, Derek stood up and stood over his father, and then began to lower himself down onto the hard cock. "Son, No! I said I was all out 3; ooooooooh shit your ass is still so tight! OOOH DAMN BOY! Alright 3; ONE MORE. But that is it, and next time LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER. NOW RIDE MY COCK!" "Yes sir!" Derek said happily, and soon he was bouncing just as high, hard and fast as his brother had been. Eric continued to suck on the nuts, watching with both eyes as his brother gave himself a wild pounding. He pulled off them after a few minutes, watching the nuts pull up tight. "Get ready, bro! Dad's gonna do it!" "GAHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD! JESUS! ONE! MORE! LOAD! FOR YOU BOY GAHHHHHHH SHIT!" Carl was writhing and spasming, his face a picture of sheer pleasure mixed with disbelief at his ability to shoot yet another large load of cream. "EIGHTEEN! GOOD GOD EIGHTEEN! NO MORE TONIGHT!" Derek had a smile on his face, as he reached back and took some of the cum that was dribbling out of his ass. He climbed off his father's used cock and lay down with his brother. The two boys jerked themselves furiously with one hand while kissing. The other hand they used to reach around and dip into each other's ass, every so often fingering the cum from their brother's identical ass into their kiss. "Alright, Carl. You can take off the blindfold now. You'll have as long of a break as you need." Using every bit of strength he had left, the man sat up and removed his blindfold. He looked down at his sons, who were both just reaching their first orgasm together. Their young cum spurted up between them, and their identical dicks shot out identical spurts in perfect rhythm. He smiled at them. When they were finished, the boys were still rock hard, and hadn't stopped jerking. They returned to their cum kissing and proceeded to bring themselves to three more orgasms while their dad talked. "Now, Mr. Duplo, would you please do your best to recall each orgasm since your first one yesterday after dinner. Please, as usual, make note of where you shot it, and which boy received it." "Alright." Mr. Duplo was lost in thought for a moment, and then began to count out on his fingers as he spoke. "The first one definitely went down Eric's throat. I can tell because of the way he likes to hold it on his tongue before swallowing it all. The next one 3; um 3; that one went in Derek's throat because he just can't wait and swallows it all. Then I think they shared the third one, and then Derek took the next one deep in his hole. Good boy he was. That was a great one 3;" Carl went on through all 18 of the loads he had shot. Finally ending with, "And that last one 3; jeeze I barely had any feeling left in my prick, but if I had to guess I'd say 3; it was 3; Derek on my ass and Eric on my nuts. I think that is right." Mr. Smith tallied something at the computer. "Damn, all but one right. He got confused when Derek rode his cock until it was about to cum, and then Eric climbed on. But other than that he was flawless. He even knew which boy was sucking which nut! Amazing!" Then, into the microphone he said, "Alright. Very good. Very, very good. Now you all may do what you like, and just let me know when you're ready to resume." "God, my cock is sore," Carl said as he lay back down. "Let us help dad!" Derek said! "We'll lick it real gentle. We promise that's all we'll do. It will feel better!" "Well, alright boys. Just don't get too carried away, it's very tender. Just little licks." "Ok Dad! The boys said in unison, and immediately their small, long tongues were gently moving on either side of his spent, limp cock. The blonde god placed one of his big hands on either of his son's head, and lay back to fall asleep as the boys licked him like an ice cream cone. "Let's move on. There is a very important, first time study happening in five minutes. We have to go fully into the anal wing now. Come along." I followed my guide out of the room, wondering when I might get a jack off break!
Now fully inside the anal wing, I was brought into a viewing room where there were ten or fifteen other technicians already watching. "As you can see, there are many people who want to view this session," my guide said. The men greeted us, and seeing my badge allowed me to move forward to a front row seat. Inside the room were the father and son, and for the first time they were both fully clothed. The lead technician turned on the microphone and said "Alright, you two may begin. Please undress." The two men began to strip. The father was very similar to the man in the second study, big, beefy, very straight looking. He had a full beard and dark hair, an angry scowl on his face. As he stripped he revealed a hairy belly, and two hairy, beefy pecs. He stripped down to his underwear, white briefs, that he filled so nicely. He had two tree trunk thighs to stand on. His son, Kevin, was just as masculine. The boy was smoother, but was clearly a jock. He had every muscle worked to perfection. Big bulging biceps removed his clothing to show washboard abs and a v leading down into his own pair of boxer shorts. His legs, hairy but not nearly as much as dad's, were the legs of a runner. While Rich just looked angry, Kevin had a strange expression on his face. He was trying to remain stoic, and calm, but there was clearly a nervous energy about him. "These two men," my guide said into my ear, "are both heterosexual. We are paying them $100,000 to have sex for one hour. This has never been done, we're very excited. It took us almost three years to find a pair of truly heterosexual men willing to commit incest." My cock sprang to action. Was this actually going to happen? "Alright men. Now from here on out, please do exactly as we ask. Any refusal will cause you to lose all of the money, even if you have gone far into the experiment. We will give you one last opportunity to back down." The men looked at each other nervously, then quickly pulled their eyes away. "No," Rich barked. "We'll do it." "Alright, Kevin would you please remove your father's briefs." Kevin closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Then he made his way over to his father. Looking quickly into his father's eyes, then looking away again, he grabbed the waistband of his father's briefs and pulled them down quickly. The entire room gasped. Swinging heavily between Rich's massive thighs was a huge, long, thick, hairy and dark flaccid cock. The monster hung halfway down to his knees, and was completely limp. It looked as though it could be almost as long as the cock I saw in the first study about gagging, but it was much, MUCH thicker. It looked like a deadly weapon. The scientists in the room with me were murmuring in shock. The head scientist spoke to them, saying, "Calm down everyone. It took us this long to find a willing straight pairing, we're not going to let the girth and length of this subject to stop us. He's just going to have to take it." Then into the microphone he said, "Alright, now you can take off your own, Kevin." "Why don't you have the dad takes his off for him?" I asked my guide. "We're trying to be very delicate with this couple. Since Kevin has agreed to bottom, we want to see if we can get him to enjoy it. Our theory is that, in order to enjoy it, he's going to have to learn to serve his father. We don't want to overwhelm him, so we'll do subtle things to get him to submit." "I see." As we were speaking, Kevin pulled off his own boxers. Had I seen Kevin by himself, I would have been impressed by his cock. Though soft, the cock was still nice in length. Not terribly thick, but nothing the ladies would complain about. But next to his father, his looked like nothing. His father's fat mushroom head was as long as half of Kevin's soft cock. Kevin still hadn't noticed the sheer size of his dad's piece yet. I was interested to see what would happen when he did "Alright, Kevin. Why don't you lie down on the table over there. Rich, you can begin, please, to bring yourself to an erection. Kevin, you don't have to bring yourself to erection, but you may if you like." "Nah, dude. That would be way too fucking gay." Surly and still not looking at his dad, Kevin walked over to the table and lay on his back. He closed his eyes and lay still, almost as if he was asleep. The boy was beautiful, like a statue, and his limp cock ran down one of his muscled thighs in a truly gorgeous way. Rich was busy stroking his cock. He was also avoiding looking at his son, and also with his eyes closed. His thick fist pumped at his huge cock, slowly getting it stiff. I had not expected it to grow much, but by the time he was half hard, it was already MUCH thicker and now hung like a hook. "Uh, could I get some lube?" He asked. "We prefer that for this study, you only use each other's spit. You may use some of Kevin's on yourself if you'd like, and Kevin, when you lube yourself up please use your father's." "Jesus," Rich said under his breath. Then resumed to try and get hard all the way. After another minute of struggling, he finally said, "Alright, if this is going to work I need spit. I'm sorry son, but can you just spit in my hand." "Can't you get it up without it?" Kevin asked, already blushing "I don't think so son. Not with you in the room! Just a little spit. We're going to have to do a lot more than that so just do it. Be a man." Rich approached his son, his hand extended. Kevin opened his eyes, looked down at his father's meaty paws, hesitated, and then spit a big glob into his father's palm. There was still a string of spit connected to his lips as his father slapped his saliva on to his dick. Kevin watched, and finally witnessed the amazing thing his dad had between his legs. He sprang up off the table as if it had become unbearably hot. He locked his hands behind his head and started walking in circles saying, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" "What's wrong, Kevin?" The lead scientist said over the mic. As if he needed to ask. "Uh, well, uh. He's uh. Oh my FUCKING GOD! He's HUGE!" I watched Kevin's dad suppress a proud smile. "You can always back out, Kevin. If you think it's too much." The guide said over the mic. "Uh 3; fuck. Yeah I'm thinking about it. I don't see anyway that can get in me 3;" "Kevin!" Rich yelled suddenly. "We've gotten this far, do not back out! This is gonna pay for your college." "But Dad! That thing will kill me." "I'll go slow, son. Just be a man about it. You've endured worse on the football field. You can take it. Make me proud, son." "Easy for you to say, you just have to fuck me like a woman! You can just close your eyes." "You think that I will forget that I'm sinking my cock into my son's ass? No way! Now just lay down and try to prepare yourself. It will be over before you know it and we'll walk away rich men." Kevin let out a grunt of frustration, but then resumed his position on the table. I returned my attention to daddy, and he was now fully hard. He stood facing us, clearly showing off his dick, though he would never have admitted it. His piece was massive. Utterly, utterly massive. It stuck straight out, and nearly cast a shadow on him. It had to be over a foot long. It was like a baseball bat attached to his waist. It was glistening with his son's spit, and his own precum. "Alright Rich, you look more than ready. Please use some of your spit to lube up your son. We suggest you be very liberal." "Fuck yeah you better be!" Kevin chimed in. Rich sauntered over to his son. He spit into his hand. "You want to uh 3; spread 'em there champ? I'll rub this on you." Kevin took a big breath, and then spread his legs for his dad. His balls fell down between his legs, and Rich hesitantly pushed them out of the way. Then he slapped his hand down and started rubbing between his son's ass crack, lubing him up. "Now gentlemen, we want to remind you that any feedback you can give us during this is great. Please feel free to talk about what you're doing, what you're thinking, and how this is making you feel," said the lead scientist. "How do you think we feel? My dad's hand is on my asshole! AHHH!" Kevin was speaking grumpily, but let out a surprised cry when his father slipped his finger into his ass. "Sorry son, I just want to make sure you're good and lubed. Does that hurt?" "Fuck yes it hurts! Nothing's been up there before!" "Yeah," Rich said quietly, "I can tell." "Can you please explain what you mean, Rich?" The man said over the microphone. "I mean it's so tight I feel like it could break my finger off!" Kevin was laying in such a way that when Rich withdrew his finger, we could all see his tight little hole snap shut. It was smooth and obviously tight as hell. How in god's name would Rich get that massive tool into his son's virgin ass? We were about to find out. "Let's just get it over with. The anticipation is killing me. Put it in, Dad." "Alright son. I'm going to apologize in advance, this is going to hurt. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." "Gentlemen, if you're ready to begin, Kevin please put your ankles on you father's shoulders, and Rich you can insert just the head please," the voice on the microphone said. Both men let out a big sigh, and then slowly, Kevin lifted his muscular calves and rested his ankles on his father's broad shoulders. The men avoided eye contact as Rich moved forward. He began to push, and we could see Kevin's face as it contorted, but he held back any moans or yelps 3; "Damn, it's so tight, I can't 3; come on 3; open up 3; I can't get in!" Rich said. "You have to keep trying. Remember, the payment only comes after you have released in his hole and he has cum as well. You must be fully inside him when you shoot." "Son, can you help me out? Open up. I can't get in." "Ugh, I'm doing the best I can! It still hurts like a motherfucker and you're not even in yet," Kevin said, grunting slightly. "Alright, then I'm going to have to 3; thrust. I'm sorry but I think it's the only way," Rich said, now looking his son in the eye. "Ready? One 3; two 3;" "Wait!" Kevin said, realizing he was about to get penetrated by his father. "THREE!" Rich said, and then we saw his hairy muscular ass tighten as he pushed himself into his son. There was a loud pop. At first Kevin made no noise, his face giving a surprised, silent scream. His blue eyes shot open wide as he lost his virginity to his father. After a few seconds, his voice found him again. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! CHRIST! OOOOOH SHIT! TAKE IT OUUUUUUT! AHHHHH" "Please, Rich, do not take it out. I know it's hard, but he will get used to it. If you pull out you'll just have to reopen him." Rich was panting. "Ok, I'll 3; wow 3; try. Son, I'm sorry. Just hang in there, be a man. You can take it." "OH GOD! OH MY GOD! JESUS CHRIST IT'S RIPPING ME OPEN!" Kevin began blowing air out his mouth, trying to calm himself and accept the cock in his ass. Finally he was able to breath. "Alright, now we'd like to ask you each to describe what this is like for you. Rich, how do you feel?" "Well, he's really warm, and uh 3; tight. But 3; he's still my son. I don't like this really. But it kind of is like 3; a pussy. I guess. But every time I look down I see my kid 3;" "Dad!" Kevin said, shocked. "Kevin, it's alright. We need you both to be honest. Kevin, what does it feel like to have your father's cock head in your straight hole?" "Well, it hurts! I feel like I'm being spread apart! He feels very 3; powerful. But he's always been like that to me. Maybe because he's my dad, but I can like 3; feel the power from his cock pulsing through me. It's terrifying and 3; somehow 3; different." The men made eye contact again, and Kevin started blushing. There was something going on between them, and I don't think either of them were sure what it was. One thing was for sure, as he was talking about his powerful father, his cock grew to full, throbbing hardness. "Alright, very good, very good," the lead scientist said. "When you're both ready, Rich begin inserting is slowly. Go as far as you think you can. Our goal is to get you to the hilt." "Ok, are you ready son?" Rich asked. "As ready as I'll ever be. Just go 3; slooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW OH GOD! THAT'S NOT SLOW!" "Oh! OH! I'm sorry son I just need to AH! I can't stop PUSHING! MMMMMM OH FUCK!" There were several gasps of shock in the room I was in as we watched Mr. Hetter sink his gargantuan cock quickly into his son's quivering virgin cunt. There was a mirror on the opposite wall, so that we could see his face as well as his son's, and as I looked at him, mouth open, eyes shut, there was no denying that he was enjoying the feeling of his son's warm ass, whether or not he wanted to. Kevin's face, on the other hand, was pure shock and pain. His asshole must have been stretched to its limit, and he could not believe that his father would so roughly push into him, after promising to go slowly and gently. "Be careful, Rich! It's his first time, remember. And you're quite well endowed," the head scientist said. "I'm sorry but I UGH UGH, can't UGH, stop! THERE! ALL THE WAY IN SON! WELL DONE BOY I KNEW YOU COULD!" Rich was smiling, and patting his son's abs. Kevin could not speak, but was panting like crazy and slapping the sides of the table loudly. "Now, boy, I'm going to start pounding your tight hole. Uh 3; I mean 3; going back and forth a bit. I'm sorry but this will get it over with faster. Get ready." "W-wait! Can't I get 3; GAH FUCK 3; used to it first?" "No time for that son," Rich said as he began to withdraw his cock from his son's hole. When he reached the head, we could see it pulling on the ring of Kevin's anus. We knew it wouldn't pop out easily, but he didn't seem to mind being inside his son whatsoever as he pushed it back in. When he got back to the hilt, Kevin gave out a little yelp. "Oh my GOD! I can't believe YIPE that I'm AWHHHH taking all of you YIPE YIPE daddy!" Inside the room the head scientist said happily, "Do you see? They're changing! Just like we thought!" With each thrust Rich doubled his speed. Soon his muscular ass was working so hard to push himself into his son that sweat was dripping down his back. He was grunting as he gave his son the working over, and finally he shouted out to his son, "QUIT YOUR WHIMPERING AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" "YIPE! YES SIR! PUMP ME DAD! I'M SORRY! I CAN TAKE IT!" We were all shocked to hear this, and see as Kevin wrapped his legs around his father's ass to pull him in tighter. It didn't' take long before Rich leaned forward, wrapped his big, hairy arms around his son's back, and lifted his son in the air. "OH YEAH DAD!" Kevin called out as gravity impaled him on his father's cock. Now his own face was in ecstasy, and he and his father looked more alike than ever. While bouncing his son on his cock, Mr. Hetter crossed the room and slammed his son roughly up against the one way mirror. We were all treated to an up close view as he banged his son like crazy, using his own meaty hands on his son's bubble butt to bounce the boy up and down. They were both moaning like whore's in heat. The best part was watching the straight father cock and son ass working together, discovering as they slid bare onto each other, the true pleasure of gay incest between a father and son. "Son, I'm going to, I'm gonna 3; OH GOD HERE IT COMES BOY! HERE COMES DAD'S SPERM! I'M GONNA BREED YOUR ASS!" "Go Dad! Give it to me! Breed my ass dad! GO!" Rich threw his head back and, to all of our surprise, slammed both of his hands against the glass. Kevin was still somehow bouncing on his father's cock, and as I looked at his muscular arms, I could see he was using his father's neck as a pole to pull himself up and down on, thus using his own strength to ride his father's baseball bat tool. Now that was dedication! Rich deposited a HUGE load directly into his son's eager, recently straight hole. He let out a huge "GAHHHHHHHHHH YEAH SON! TAKE IT SON!" as he shot, and we all watched in pleasure as gobs of cum ran out of his son's ass, down his cock and hit the floor in heavy globs. Without warning, the two men suddenly began kissing. It was not a peck, but a deep, tongue filled, passionate kiss. Without taking his cock out of his son's ass or his tongue out of his son's throat, Rich crouched down on the floor, and lay back. His son was now sitting on his cock, and when their kiss broke he immediately began riding the still throbbing member. "That's it son! Bring yourself off for daddy! That's it! Don't touch your cock, just do it with mine in your ass!" "Yes sir!" Kevin said happily. "OH MY GOD! I could do this forever! Why haven't we done this before! I wish 3; UGH 3; I wish you weren't married." I watched Kevin's abs contract as he rode, knowing that his father's cock must feel like it's buried up to his stomach. "Now, now, son. That's not a very nice thing to say about your mother. Though I must admit, UGH, your pussy, UGH is much, MUCH better at this than hers!" "Yeah! Too bad we're not alone! Maybe we should kick her out." Rich laughed. "We'll think about that son. Right now you need to get yourself off! RIDE IT BOY!" Kevin amped up his speed, and within seconds, he threw himself hard down on the cock, threw his head back, and smiled as his cock began to shoot its creamy load. The first shot landed on his chin, and as Rich bucked into him, each shot came a little higher. By the time he was done, his face and hair were coated in his own cum. He leaned forward, and his father began to lick the cum off his son. This was so shocking to the researchers, that the men would go this far, that they were cheering and giving high fives. Someone popped a bottle of champagne. Still dedicated to his research, the head scientist said over the mic, "Alright, gentlemen. That's all we ask of you, you may clean up and you can come out the door you came in to get your check." "Did you hear that, Dad?" Kevin said to his father as he licked his face, "They said we need to clean up!" The son slowly began to rise, and it was a beautiful sight to see the many inches of his father's cock exiting his cum filled ass. When he got to the head, he had to pull extra hard to pop it out, and he let a signature, high pitched "YIPE" that I will never forget. "Go ahead and clean me up son," Rich said, as he spread his legs and let his slowly softening cock fall between his legs. Kevin sprawled out on the floor, and began licking his own ass juices mixed with his father's cum off the very cock that made him. His cute butt wriggled, and I could see that both he and his father were growing hard again. I wanted to stay to see what would happen, but my guide grabbed my hand. "Come along, we have a lot more to show you in this wing."
As we made our way into the next room, my guide said to me, "Now we have something completely different going on in this next study. Alan and Justin came to us hoping they could solve a problem they were having. It should be a quick visit." He opened to door and gestured me into the room. "You see, the both were very into incest, and had the hots for each other. At IFSIR, we never want to discourage that." "So what was the problem?" I asked. "Well, you see, they were both total power bottoms. Both of them loved to get RAMMED up the ass with big cocks. It was too bad, because as you'll see, they both have huge wangs. But we came up with a solution for them, and it's proved some pretty interesting results. Take a look." I looked through the glass and there I saw another beautiful, kinky and breathtaking site. Alan and his son Justin lay on two medical tables like you would see in a doctor's office, though padded for comfort. At the end of the tables were stirrups for legs, and both men had their feet high in the air. These two men were incredibly hot, but both very different. They both looked kind of geeky, I suppose. The dad was a spitting image of Clark Kent. Jet black hair slicked to the side, he wore, large, thick glasses. He was rippled with muscles, but his pale skin made him look as though he spent a lot of time at the computer or reading. His feet were quite large, and his big, thick calves led down to a firm, smooth ass. His hole had some hair around it, but that's not what I was focused on. Rather, I was interested in the dildo that was going in and out of his ass at a very rhythmic pace. It was attached to a machine that kept the pace up, and the large dildo was going all the way into the hilt, then out again at the tempo of a fast rock song. With each thrust Alan was letting out an "Oh!" or a "YES!" or a "FUCK YEAH!" in excitement, and this was evidently what was making his long, veiny cock so rock hard. That was definitely what I noticed about his huge dick, the long, spider web like viens running up and down it, the blood pumping through them keeping it rock hard and wet. His chest and stomach were smooth, with only a patch of thin, dark hair between his pecs. Next to him, his son was in the very same position. Much smaller and narrower than his dad, Justin was as thin as a rail. His ribs stuck out just slightly, but he was so thin that even he had a nice six pack and general definition. He too was pale and nerdy, his own blue eyes behind a pair of geek chic black plastic glasses. His black hair was spikey and messy. The boy was nearly writhing in ecstasy as the dildo pounded his own ass in the same rhythm as the one going into his dads. Of course he too was yelling out, though in a slightly higher pitched voice, thinks like "OH MY GOD!" and "YEAH HARDER!" Then I noticed something about the dildo ramming away at Justin's ass. It was incredibly veiny. I looked back to his dad, and sure enough, the dildo was an EXACT replica of his father's cock. I now took a look at the boy's cock, and it was long and slender. It had a very cute, fat mushroom head on it that was engorged so hard I thought he might explode at any second. And when I looked back to the dildo plugging dad's ass sure enough it too was long, skinny and had a fat head that pulled at the ring of his ass in a lovely way. "The men were cumming so much," my guide said, interrupting my open-mouthed stare, "that we had to tell them to stop looking at each other. It seemed that every time they made eye contact they would cum. It was getting out of hand." "But I don't see any cum 3;" I said. "Don't worry, just give it a second." A technician sitting at a computer in the room with us butted in, "If you'd like to see some cum, I can make that happen. It's been long enough, they should be ready for a nice full load." "Excellent! Go ahead!" The technician typed a few things into the computer, and suddenly the dildos in the room tripled in speed. They were whirring electronically, and moving as such a speed that they were almost blurred. Only true, experienced power bottoms could take a pounding like that. And proving that they loved it, the change in speed elicited a HUGE response from both. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! THAT'S WHAT WE NEED!" The dad called out, as he threw his head back and smiled. "OH THANK GOD!" His son yelled out at the same time. "I THOUGHT IT WOULD NEVER COME!" The men then both started rhythmically saying "OH OH OH OH!" though Justin's little cries were almost like a puppy yelping in joy and excitement. "Alright men, go ahead and take a look at each other. You can shoot." The guide had barely finished speaking into the microphone before the two noisy men turned their heads to gaze into each other's eyes. "OH DADDY!" "YEAH SON!" "OH DADDY! I WANT YOUR CUM!" "I WANT YOURS SON!" While still locking eyes, while the dildos were still ramming at lightening sped, the two men reached over and grabbed each other's cocks. Instantaneously the cum started flying. If I had thought the twins were well timed, they had nothing on these two. Father and Son shot rope after rope of white, creamy cum in time with the dildos ramming their asses. I suppose it was due to the intense, identical rhthym of the mechanisms that were fucking them, because every time the dildos went in to full hilt, the pair spurted. As the dildos were set to lightening speed, you can imagine the sight of two cocks shooting thick, continuous, and FAST loads at the same time. But the most miraculous part about the Subsers orgasms wasn't that their shots were so well timed, but rather that they managed to shoot all of the cum into each other's open and waiting mouths. When they both reached for each other's dick, they pointed the respective tools at their own faces. As the rapid fire cum shots went off, then men gobbled down the sperm with smiles on their faces. The loads arced over each other, first the father's, then the son's, over and over as they shot. It was almost artistic, the way they so hungrily and tactfully shot into each other's throats while still getting rammed so hard and deep by the replica's of each other's cock. As their orgasms slowed, the machines calmed down, and my guide hastily led me on.
We went down a flight of stairs to the next door. When we entered the observation room I realized why we had gone down the stairs, for the room where the next pair was standing had a very high ceiling. Along the ceiling were acrobat ropes and a large net. As I looked around, I realized the room looked very much like a circus, there were balancing beams and big rubber balls and ropes and ladders everywhere. It looked like a fun place to play around, but I never imagined what kind of fun the Acronovovs would show me in just a few moments. "We had these two flown over from a show they were doing in Russia," my guide explained. "When we told them we had a facility where they could practice their 'private performances' all day long, they happily agreed to move in. They've been here for three years." He didn't have to tell me they were Russian, I could tell right away. The father and son were walking around the room, using the various pieces of equipment. Currently the son was swinging from two rings suspended from the ceiling. I watched him as he flipped, his tight and slender body working hard. He was incredible toned for a boy so young, but his face, dark in complexion and intense on concentration, showed that he knew exactly what he was doing. The father was walking on his hands on a balance beam. This man was ripped. His biceps bulged like wild, as I watched him move up and down the beam. He too was dark, all of his features sharp and square. His armpits attracted me in particular, they were rippling with muscle and lightly dusted with hair. Apparently his son was attracted too, because he quickly jumped down from the rings and ran over to his dad, buried his face in that pit and began licking at it. The dad just stayed there on his hands and smiled, softly speaking to his son in Russian. Both men were dressed in teal and purple singlets, obviously leftover from their act in Russia. They were tight and beautiful in them, Viktor's chest hair billowing over the top of his, while Sasha's little nipples were peaking out of his own. I noticed now, however, that the singlets had been modified. Large circles were cut out of the crotches of both, and Sasha's adorable, small butt was also exposed. Viktor's long and snake like cock had been hanging out of his singlet upside down, but as his son licked at his pits, I got to watch the incredibly hot scene of a man's cock becoming rigid against gravity. Eventually it was straight out, thick and veiny, and leaking drops of precum on to the back of his son's head. "What do you have to show us today, gentlemen?" My guide spoke into the microphone. As soon as they heard him, they leaped down from where they were playing and stood at attention. "You want we should show you want we have practiced with the 3; how you say 3;" the father began. "With the self suck!" Sasha piped in. "Oh yes, that would be lovely. Proceed please." Clearly excited, Sasha bounced over and fetched one of the large, rubber balls, like you might see someone using for exercise, though quite a big bigger. He rolled it into the middle of the room so we would have a perfect view. As his father watched, Sasha climbed onto the ball, and with incredible balance lay down on his back. He was short enough that his feet didn't touch, and the ball barely moved an inch as he used his young, agile body to hold it in place. Then, slowly, he raised his legs. Viktor moved forward to grab his son's legs and push them back. It seemed as though the boy would snap in half, but he just kept bending, until finally his own cock was dangling right above his mouth. The boy was smiling the whole time, as if it didn't hurt. That is, smiling until he lifted his head and popped his own, smaller but still sizable dick head into his mouth. What happened next was truly one of the most amazing and shocking things I had ever seen. Once his son was happily sucking himself, Viktor climbed up on top of his son. Still the ball barely budged as he pulled himself up onto his son. Now both men were on top of the ball, Viktor on top of his son, and slowly he lined his cock up to the boys super tight and exposed hole. Sasha gave out a tiny "Mmmph!" as his daddy popped the head of his cock in. Then, with incredible skill and control, Viktor removed his hands and feet from touching his son. Viktor was now balanced only on his cock in his son's ass. "You are ready for some son?" he asked in his burly Russian accent. "Ya!" His son said, then resumed sucking his own cock head. To this day, I have no idea how the two men managed to do what they did. But suddenly, Viktor's cock slipped another few inches into his son's hole, then stopped. It seemed that gravity should have kept him going, but either Sasha was able to control his ass or Viktor was able to expand his cock enough to stop him. I also noticed that as he slipped in another few inches, Sasha bent more and took more of his own cock into his mouth. The ball still barely moved. "More Papa!" Viktor cried, then took the cock back in his pretty little mouth. Again, another few inches of Dad's dick went into Sasha's ass, and then another few inches of the son's own dick went deeper into his throat. This went on, the father and son slowly adding more and more inches, until finally, when Viktor's dick was about halfway into his son, Sasha had swallowed the entirety of his long and thin 11 year old cock. "You want sperm, son?" Viktor asked. Sasha gave him a thumbs up. "Ok, here I come!" Viktor said, and then slid the rest of his giant tool into his son's tight and toned ass. The man immediately started cumming deep into his son, and as he did so he convulsed and shook wildly. He was screaming what were obviously curse words and words of praise in Russian while he jolted around. Sasha, however, remained stoic, and kept the ball balanced as his father came into him. He also maintained the grip on his own cock, and continued to suck himself as his father blew his load. Finally, when the massive orgasm was done, still panting Viktor said, "Ok son, down now." Slowly Sasha rolled backwards, his father still staying buried in him, his own cock still stuffed down his throat. Finally when they were gracefully on the ground, Viktor pulled down his son's legs. The two of them fell into a kiss, and as their lips parted I saw long strings of white boy cum stretched between them. Obviously, while his father was cumming wildly and while balanced on a ball, Sasha had been able to maintain control as he came into his own mouth. "They are the best acrobats in the world!" My guide said proudly. "You can say that again!"
As we approached the next door, I noticed that there were three green lights all illuminated above the entrance. Looking up at them, my guide said "Ah, perfect. All three families are in action. Now, before we enter, I need to mention a few things. First of all, this is a group study, where men are encouraged to interact with each other. These three families came to us with similar requests, to be involved in anal studies. But as you'll see, there is more to the anal wing than simply penetration. This study is dedicated to 3; well you'll see. I also want to warn you, that we are not entering an observation room this time. You will be in among the participants, and I encourage you to walk around and get a good look at them. Though try not to interact, as they are all very 3; dedicated to their task. Though I suppose some of the fathers may say something to you. The sons I doubt will have much to say at all. Oh, and take off your shoes. Ready?" I was so excited I could only nod my head slowly. My guide opened the door, and I stepped in to survey the incredible site. The room was like one giant bed. The entire floor, except for a few spots where there was a table and chairs, a TV and a bookshelf, was covered in a very soft, silky mattress. Around the room, at varying heights, small squares were raised up, still cushioned. Spread out around the room were the seven men and boys participating in this wild study. The three families involved were about as different as they could be, but the vigor with which the boys were doing what they loved doing was identical. Each boy had his face buried deep inside of a hairy, heavy daddy ass. The room was filled with moans, but as I looked around I realized that very few of these moans were coming from the older men. In fact, two of the dads were chatting quietly while one dad was flipping through a bisexual porno mag. My guide and I approached the dad by himself with his son first; their names were Jesse and Topher. He was half reclined on one of the raised, cushioned platforms. I later found out the platforms were custom designed for this study, and that's why his and his son's positioning was so perfect. From the way the dad was seated, his son was at perfect height while on all fours. The dad was able to relax, lay his muscular and hairy legs on his son as though he were a coffee. The sight of the father was underwear ripping hot. I wasn't surprised to see he was reading a bi magazine, because he was absolutely not the type of man you would expect to find in an underground research facility for father/son incest. He looked like he had just gotten off his Harley. The only way to describe the man's build was beefy. He was like a brick house. He had a thick, white mustache and a piercing like a small bull's ring through his nose. He wore a black bandana around his bald head. All over his body were tattoos, the normal stuff, snakes and skulls and flames and crosses. I looked down at his son, who was buried as far into his dad's meaty ass as he could be. At first, this kid looked to be just as punk and hardcore as his dad. I could only see his back, but saw several tattoos. His hair was a shock of bright blue, obviously dyed, and he had large piercings in his ears. He was relatively skinny, and his cute hairless butt poked out at me as he ate away. I looked closer and realized that his tattoos weren't just any tattoos. He had a large one on his back of a cock shooting cum. As I looked back to his father, there was no question that the cock tattooed on his back had been modeled after his own dad's dick. He wasn't touching it, but it was rock hard, long, thick, veiny and with a very distinct, throbbing head. On his ass was an elaborately scripted tattoo. On the left cheek it said, "PROPERTY OF MY FATHER, MR. JAMES A. RUFFIAN" and on the right, in the same script, "DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION." I couldn't believe it! This boy had actually permanently marked on his body that he belonged to his father. How bold! Jesse, the father, obviously noticed me looking at those tats. "You like those? I designed 'em." "They're fantastic," I said. He just grunted and returned to his magazine. The boy still hadn't taken his face from his dad's hole, and I noticed now that his own hard dick was leaking precum all the way down to the floor. "Jesse and Topher have been here for eight years. Since Topher here was 11. We have never seen someone so dedicated to 3; eating ass. These two play around in other ways, but Topher always seems to want to get back to a position where he can lick at his dad's hole. In fact, since they got here these two have only left once 3;" "Yeah, to get my slut his tats. As soon as he turned 18 I took him to my artist. He modeled that one on his back from my own hard cock, which I was slapping against my son's face as he got his first ink. The ass one we did that day too, and for that one all my biker buddies were there to watch. It was great." Suddenly Topher popped his head up out of his dad's ass, "Yeah and-MMMMF!" Before he could get two words out, Jesse had take his meaty thighs and grabbed his son's head, and pulled the poor boy back into his ass for more munching. He squeezed his son's head hard, and got a very angry look on his face. The boy ate away, but whimpered his sorriness to his dad. "Did I tell you you could stop tonguing my hole, Slut? Hmm? Did I? Oooh 3; yeah slut son. Eat harder, that's gonna make me cum." Then, suddenly, without even touching his cock, Jesse began to cum. He tightened his grip on his son's head as he shot a creamy and thick load up and over his tattoos. He threw his head back and moaned "You nasty slut! Eating your dad's ass! Yeah boy enjoy it!" Then he returned to his magazine, keeping his son's head locked into his hole. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the younger boy who had been in the group in the back of the room timidly walked up to Jesse, who looked up from his magazine. "Can 3; can I 3;" the boy began. He was small for his age, barely looked 11. He was smooth all over, and rock hard. He had red hair on his head, and freckles all over his face. He was beautiful, but obviously pretty shy. He looked back at his dad nervously, and his dad motioned and said "Go on, ask!" "Can I-uh-please have that-sir?" "Have what, son?" The man said gruffly. "May I please have that 3; cum?" Jesse sighed, then looked at me. "I'll tell you, as much as my son loves ass, no one I've met loves cum more than this kid. Go ahead son, take it." Once again he returned to his magazine. The little redhead leaned forward and began lapping at the dick head. He hungrily cleaned that off, then moved up the hairy man's big stomach and chest. Once he had that all clean, he licked up the few drops that had landed in Topher's hair. Then he looked up at me, a glob of daddy cum on his bright red lips. "Do you want to come see what I'm learning now?" How could I say no to such a cutie? He took my hand and let me to the back of the room, where his dad, his brother and what I later learned were his best friend and his best friend's dad were all laying. The two dads were on their stomachs, hands propped up, facing each other and chatting. The other pair, not the red heads, were named Jack and Duke. They were both black, and both quite large. Jack was muscle bound, looked like a military man. He had a bald head, and a big black hand that was at his back side, pushing his son's head into his ass. The kid was slobbering and giggling, his own black butt wiggling as he ate away at the delicious meal. I could see his pink tongue slipping out into his father's dark hole, and his white teeth flashing as he smiled as he ate. I noticed that everyone's attention was turned to these two, and I saw why. Clearly, Duke was about to shoot a young wad. He wiggled his butt some more, then quickly pulled himself from his dad's ass. He scooted up, spread his dad's ass cheeks, pointed his long, dark cock at his dad's hole, and began to spasm. "Oh Daddy! Your ass made me cum again!" He screamed, and I was shocked to see how much cum a boy of his age could produce. It would have been a large load for a boy fully through puberty. He coated his dad's ass with his 13 year old boy cum. And it wasn't long after his last, shuddering shot hit his dad's hole that he was back down in between the cheeks, licking it clean. He looked up at me after a minute or so, cum dripping down his chin, a huge smile on his face, and said, "It makes it taste even better!" His dad gave a deep, booming laugh at this, then pressed the kids face back into him with his meaty hand. "Come on now, watch!" The shy little redhead boy, Donnie said, finally pulling my attention back to him. These three family members, little Donnie, his teenaged brother Mickey and his father Desmond all had shocking red hair. Desmond was pale skinned but clearly tightly packed. He had short red hair on his head and a nicely trimmed red beard. He had a light dusting of red hair on his chest, and as he was slightly propped up, I could see a full red bush out of which sprouted a very large, uncut Irish cock. Alex, the middle son, had spikey red hair and a cute, freckled face, though nothing like his little brother. He had a slender, teen build, but also proudly sported a red bush of pubic hair. Though his long cock wasn't as thick as his dad's, it was still beautiful and uncut, and plenty sizeable for a 17 year old. Then came adorable little Donny, so innocent and shy. His face was covered in red freckles, and though he had no red hair around his boy prick, his own shock of read hair on his head was enough. Donnie dropped to the floor, lay on his stomach and parted his daddy's red-hair-coated cheeks. He plopped his face square on the hole and began to lick. "Go ahead and show him your swirl trick, Mick." Desmond said in a full, deep Irish accent. "Alright Donnie, ready? This is one of dad's favorites." I watched in shock and joy as Mickey dropped down as well, and parted his little brother's tiny cheeks. He buried his own face in his brother's pre-pubescent ass and began to lick away, the men now forming a big brother-little brother-daddy ass eating train. All three men moaned as they enjoyed each other's taste and tongues. "Come on, Donnie. I know it feels good but try to do what Mickey is doing at the same time 3; OOOOOH FUCK YEAH BOY THAT'S IT! WORK YOUR DAD'S HOLE FOR THAT CUM YOU LOVE!" "Damn," Jack said to his friend as his own son still licked his cum off his ass. "Your kid has to be the best cum slut I've ever seen. Look at him work for it!" And was Donnie ever working! He was tonguing exactly like his brother, and I could tell he was enjoying it. Mickey worked through some more tricks he had learned, explaining to me that he had grown up eating his father's ass and knew it better than he knew his own. Finally the boy, so turned on by eating his little bro's tight ass, announced, "Hey Donnie, I got a treat for you." "Will you putt it on Daddy's butt?" Donnie asked quietly. His loving big brother smiled. "Sure, back up kiddo. Why don't you stroke it out for me?" Mickey moved to a kneeling position, and reached forward and held his dad's ass cheeks open. Little Donnie reached up and wrapped his two little hands around his brother's long cock. "Ooooh, thanks little bro! Yeah right there! Oh man, he's good at this dad! Oh 3; SHIT! HERE IT IS! AH!" The teenager bucked his hips, shoving his tool through his little brother's hands as he exploded. Rope after rope of adolescent cum shot through the air and landed in the crack of their Dad. "Alright, bro. Go ahead and clean it up," Mickey said as he started to push his brother's face back into his dad's crack. Man these men were into pushing faces into holes! But before he could get all the way in, Desmond piped up. "Mickey, you better get my cock in your mouth. Having his little tongue back in me is going to make me bust." "Sure thing, Dad!" the teenager said gingerly. "Lift up!" I watched in amazement of the grace of the three guys in front of me. As Dad lifted up his waist, Mickey slid underneath and took his father's long and pale cock down his throat in one gulp. He sucked his father like crazy, burying his nose in that big red bush. His dad draped his big thighs down, and soon the little one resumed his position, face down in his dad's ass. Like his friend had, he began lapping the cum out of his dad's hole, only this time it was his brother's cum. Mickey, who was still sucking down dad's long and thick dick, wrapped his arms up around his dad and began to massage his little brother's sweet and hairless ass. He massaged it gently and tenderly as the little guy ate out his father's big butt. "Now make Daddy cum with that swirl trick, Donnie. You can do it!" I watched Donny's head turn as he began to do the swirl, and sure enough Mickey let out a long, happy "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" As his dad began to buck his hips. "OH BOYS! You are the BEST SONS a DAD COULD WANT. GAAAAAAAH YEAH! EAT MY ASS! SUCK MY COCK! OOOOH CHRIST!" He screamed as he shot a huge load into his older son's ass, coaxed out of his cock by his little boy's face in his crack. Finally the Irish stud calmed down, and the two boys pulled back. Daddy Desmond rolled over, his softening, spent cock flopping as he did so, and lay back happily. His two boys climbed up, and each lay their heads on his red, furry stomach. Dad placed a big hand on each of their heads and gently pushed them together. He watched with a satisfied grin as his two sons shared a deep, loving kiss, spreading all types of cum between their lips. Both me and my guide were mesmerized, but he managed to pull himself out of it. "Come on, we've still got one more, very special stop in this wing."
As we walked into the next observation room, my guide hit me with a piece of news that made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to break off. How was I ever going to get through this day, we weren't even at lunch yet! "These next three are one of the only intergenerational families we've had come to the study!" He said happily "Inter 3; generational? You mean 3; more than just a dad and a son?" "You bet! Grandpas in on this one, take a look!" We came fully into the room, and when I looked in, I felt myself begin to orgasm right in my pants. I had to close my eyes and breath deeply to suppress it, it just wouldn't be professional to get so invested in this. Still, what I saw going on in that room was so erotic, so taboo that I still use it as a jack off thought when I need to cum quick. In the center of the room was a padded table, and stretched across that table on his stomach was one of the cutest boys I had ever seen. He was no more than 11, skinny and tight. His arms were laying limp at his side, long and skinny. He had neat hair, dark brown, and it was slicked across his head. His peach skin and the look of intense concentration in his green eyes gave an almost professional appearance. He looked like a neat, quiet and respectful church boy. Which is why it was so shocking that he was getting POUNDED, and I mean POUNDED in both his ass and his mouth by two older men. And not just any men, his father and his grandfather. Of course, I found out later that these three men WERE all church boys. In fact, the grandfather and the father were both Baptist ministers. The three of them all believed heavily in God, and were very proper about it. No cursing, no drinking and of course no heterosexual, non-incest sex outside of the family before marriage. But they all also believed that incest among fathers and sons was an important, God given gift, and they were celebrating it like champs! At the cuties mouth was John, taking his long and rigid cock and slamming it into his son's happy little throat. The boy gagged and choked every so often, but never wavered from sucking, and in fact seemed to encourage his father by every so often grabbing the mans ass and pulling him into his throat. John was tall and robust, wide and muscular. He had a light dusting of dark hair across his broad chest. He had great nuts, low hangers that were bouncing up against his son's little chin with every thrust. He had tree trunk legs and his own muscular ass flexed every time he thrust forward. He tickled his erect nipples as he did his work on his son. I noticed that he, too, had hair slicked to the side. He had the fiery look of a pastor in his eyes, the kind of reverend that every girl in the choir wants to marry. And here he was, fucking his son's throat. Amazing. At the rear end, with a tight grip on his Grandson's hips, stood the energetic and surprisingly sexy old man, Henry. Henry had silver hair, a chiseled jaw, and a nicely defined body, especially for a man his age. His chest hair was thicker, all white, with light hair running down his thick biceps and forearms. Like his kin, he had the slicked hair, the professional and serious look in his face. He looked like a preacher you might see on TV, one you would trust. If only they could see him now, giving his young grandson the pounding of a lifetime. I could tell the man wouldn't settle for anything less than a rough fucking, he was pulling his big, hairy cock all the way out of his grandson, and then in one quick thrust rushing it all back in to the white, hairy hilt. As he did so, he looked down at his grandbaby's little hole closing, and then stretching open for his grandpa cock. The pressure in my nuts was almost unbearable. "It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" My guide asked. "We brought these three in because we were curious about three generations of incest lovers. But Grandpa, who is the clear head of the family as you will see, was insistent on something else." "What's that?" I said, not able to take my eyes away from the spit roasted little Christian boy. "Well, Henry there really wanted to double penetrate his grandson with his own son's help. You know, he wanted the boy to feel both his father and his grandfather's cock in him at once." "Not a bad idea, but the kid is so little.." My guide laughed. "You sound like John, the father. He doesn't think his son is ready. But like I said, Grandpa makes the rules, and Grandpa set a date and time for the double penetration. It's in five minutes." My cock jumped. "You mean they're going to do it now?" "Oh yes," my guide said. "And if they're successful, it will be the youngest double penetration in history, even with the partnered heterosexual and non-incest studies. I think we both can agree that if anyone can do it, it's a gay, horny trio of fathers and sons." "What does the son have to say about all this?" "The son's mouth is usually so stuffed with cock that we can't hear him say much of anything, except "More please!" So we'll find out I guess. Here, I want you to hear what they're saying. This has been going on for weeks." My guide walked over and switched on the audio so we could hear what was being said in the rooms. "Well Lordy Dad, why do you have to be so stubborn?" John was saying as he held his son's head down on his cock with one of his big hands. "I'm not going to – goodness this is a sweet bottom – argue with you anymore. The boy is ready! Do you see how he's taking Grandpa? Look at this!" John leaned over to watch his father's cock plunging into his son's cock. "I know Dad, if you let me have more of his ass then maybe I'd agree!" "I let you pop his cherry, didn't I?" "Yeah but that was the last time I got in there!" John whined at his father. "Well son, you know how it is. I'm your creator, and you're his. Without me he wouldn't be here, so I get a crack at his ass for as long as I want. If you really want in this sweet hole," and here he gave little Matthew a hard slap on the ass, "then you'll have to come in with me." "But Dad 3; he's 3;" John's protest was interrupted by one of those telltale bells going off in the room. There was silence as Grandfather and Father, both with their dicks plugged in to the hilt, shared a long, intense look. "I've prayed about this, Dad, but I just don't think I can." Then both men looked down suddenly as the young Matthew pulled his mouth off his father's dick, a long string of spit or precum stretching from his lips as he did so. He looked up at his father with big, honest green eyes. "Father, I don't mean any disrespect, but I think Poppa is right."
"You do, son?" John said shockingly, rubbing his cock across his son's pretty red lips. The son kissed the head sensuously. "Yessir. I've been praying about it too, and I want you inside me again dad, and I want to feel what it's like to have both my creators in me. I think I will love it, and I think the Lord would want that too." "Listen to your son," Grandpa 'Poppa' said. "He wants it, and he's right. The lord is watching, so let's screw the hell out of this little thing." He said, giving the little hairless ass a slap. Slowly he withdrew his long, old man cock from the boy. "I know a way we can do this where he will be in control. Here." I watched in awe as Grandpa arranged the scene. The boy sat on his knees, as he had obviously been told to do, and watched as his Father and Poppa climbed up onto the table. The sat with their legs draped over each other, and pulled closer and closer towards each other, until their long, thick cocks were standing erect against each other, base to base. I had the chance to compare their cocks. Grandpa's was thick and full, a nice head to it. The father's was longer, but not as thick, though just like Grandpa he sported a beautiful purple mushroom head. Both were throbbing just as hard as I was. Once they were together, without even being ordered, little Matthew crawled over and tried to take both cocks into his mouth. "Come on boy, you can do it," Grandpa encouraged. After a few more tries, finally the boy was able to get his mouth around both throbbing heads. As he pushed his face down to swallow two generations of cock, I could see the concentration and belief in his eyes, he really wanted this. After a few minutes of slobbering on those cocks, he pulled off. "I think they're ready!" "Alright son," John said unexpectedly. "Climb on!" It looks like Dad was ready for it too! The earnest little Christian boy mounted the table, and stood above the two cocks that made him. He slowly began to squat down, placing his little arms around his father and grandfather. The two men reached forward and each grabbed one of his little legs, to guide him down easier.
My guide and I watched, silent, amazed, as finally the boy was sitting on the two cocks. He screwed up his face, losing his look of honesty and replacing it with one of pain and excitement. "Oh lordy!" He cried out. "Alright, on the count of three pull down with me son," Grandpa Henry said. "One 3; two 3;" "Three!" called out little Matthew, and both of us watching covered our mouths in shock as we heard a loud pop, and saw the two cockheads disappear into the little boy's hole. "Oh Lord!" The father cried out as his throbbing cock once again entered his son's little hole. "YES! That's it! Hallelujah!" Grandpa cried out, feeling for the first time a little ass holding his cock tight up against his own son's. At first the little guy couldn't speak. I can't imagine what it would be like, taking two very large cocks up your ass for the first time, and knowing it was your father and your father's father in you. But after a moment he began to slide down more, and let out a long, loud, "PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAISE JESUS!" The show continued. Matthew, after sitting down all the way on both cocks and breathing deeply, began to get encouragements from the two men buried in him. "I'm so proud of you son," his dad said. "I know you want more, so start bouncing boy," Grandpa said, more sternly. The combination of the soft and sweet and hard and forceful encouragements was just what the boy needed. Slowly he began to rise again, and soon Dad and Grandpa were bouncing him up and down while he had a big smile on his face. The room filled with moans and groans, all of them saying the lord's name as they got on with the nastiest gay incest I had ever seen. I had leaked a wet spot through my pants when Dad called out. "I've got to Cum!" "Me too, Dad!" the son yelled. "Alright my boys, let's do it!" Grandpa ordered. And then all three of them exploded at once. Matthew shot an impressive load for an 11year old, shooting straight up his stomach and chest. Dad and Grandpa were shouting "OH LORD OH YES! OH WOW JESUS!" as they came, and I watched as the boy, still bouncing, began to have cum leak out his stretched asshole and drip down the daddy/grandpa cocks inside him. After a few moments, the boy hurriedly got off the two cocks, and I turned to my guide in shock. Why was it ending so quickly after the cum shots?
"Just watch, Grandpa always does this 3;"
The boy climbed off the table, his little butt leaking man cum as he went. Then John, the father got down on the floor beside him as Grandpa, who was still hard as a rock, began to stroke himself. Father and son scooted up to Henry, and each began running their tongues around his still hard shaft. Their tongues tangled around it as they licked up the massive amounts of cum, and the ass juice from Matthew's tiny hole. After only a few moments, I watched Henry's hairy nuts curl up and he exploded again, another impressive load, all over his son and grandson's faces. Granpa Henry lay back in exhaustion and John and Matthew turned to face each other. I watched as the two of them took turns licking each other's face, cleaning the grandpa cum off each other. Then, of course, the three of them reclined on the table to share a cum filled kiss. "Time to move on, we've still got so much to see!" My guide said. How could I go on without cumming?? Lunch HourBefore heading on to the next wing of the institute, Agent Gregory will be treated to a lunch within the building. He has been told that there will be a special even to follow the meal, and all of this has perked his interest, and his cock. Before we moved on to the next wing, my guide explained that he had a special treat set up for me during our lunch period. He led me through the long and bending hallways of the IFSIR facility to a room labeled "Mess Hall". "I'm going to leave you here for a while, I think you'll enjoy your meal thoroughly," My guide said. "I'll be back in an hour. Bone appetite!" I watched my guide disappear down the hall, and then turned to the door. There wasn't anything else to do but open it. Once again, I was completely blown away by what was waiting inside the room. The first thing to hit me was the wonderful smell. They had obviously prepared an incredible banquet for me. The foods were piled high and were very expensive, there was champagne and wine and whiskey flowing. But more than the smell was the sight of all those naked men and boys! There must have been 30 or 40 sets of fathers and sons in the big, fancy dining hall. Not a one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing, except for the sons who only wore little bowties around their necks. As I entered the room, I realized the sons were acting as waiters, and the fathers were all standing around chatting, their big daddy cocks at various stages of erection. As I wandered into the room, a group of three men who were chatting all turned and greeted me. They opened up their circle, inviting me to join. I examined them as I came up. The first was a big, wide Arabic man. He had massive biceps and pectorals, covered in curly dark hair. His olive skin was tanned from head to toe, and a thick mustache ran across his face. The next was a younger black man, probably in his early thirties. He had a shaved head and was nicely toned, but still tall and somewhat skinny. He could easily have been a basketball player. The last man was a smaller guy, and older too. He could have been in his late 50's. He was bald, but still sexy as hell, with a square cut jaw and sharp features. "You must be the agent they told us about," said the black man, whose name turned out to be Jay. "Yeah, that's me." "We could tell by all the clothes your wearing," the Arab man, Abeed, said. "You ought to disrobe, it's going to get messy in here in a bit," the third man said. His name was Drake. "I don't think I can do that, it would be unprofessional 3;" I started, but the men wouldn't have it. Abeed snapped his fingers, and suddenly four boys ran over to us. As they arrived, the four of them immediately dropped to their knees in front of what I could only assume was their respective fathers. At Jay's knees was a boy of about 13. He had a backwards hat on, and a tough look on his face. I couldn't really take him seriously, as he was kneeling in front of his own father's fully erect cock. And even through his tough gaze, I could see deep hunger as he looked up at his dad. The boy was slender and toned, like his dad, and had slightly lighter skin. His own cock, like all of the boys in the room, was raging hard. Obviously whatever all these men were doing here, the kids were loving it! At Abeed's knees was his adorable, dark little son. The kid was probably somewhere between 8 and 10, and his big brown puppy dog eyes were full of innocence, and like the boys around him, total hunger. Like his dad, he had olive colored skin and dark hair, dark features. He was smooth as could be, and had a nice sized cock for a boy his age. Finally, the last two boys were on their knees side by side by the third man. These two were obviously brothers. The older one was probably 15, and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful ass as he crouched on the floor. He looked up at his dad with a smile on his face, a real innocent, boy next door kind of kid. Both of the boys had curly brown hair, something they had obviously inherited from their mother. The younger boy, about the same age as Abeed's son, was cute as a button. He was slender and long limbed, and had enormous green eyes to match his brother's. Abeed was clearly in charge. "Son, go get the Agent here something to eat. Archie," he said, turning to the beautiful black boy, "You go get some champagne for him. And don't let us catch you drinking any!" Finally, he turned to Drake's two sons. "Boys, please help Agent Greg off with his clothes." "Uh, I don't know if that's a 3;" but before I could speak all of the boys were off. The two who had been ordered to get me food and drink left in a hurry, and the curly haired brothers stood up and approached me. Their little hands had my tie and jacket off, and the little kid was already fumbling at my pants. "Wait 3; I don't 3;" I tried to protest, but now my pants were around my ankles and my shirt was unbuttoned. "Please," said Drake kindly, "You'll be much more comfortable. We want you to enjoy yourself!" The boys were giggling and laughing as they tried to pull down my briefs, but I was clutching them tightly. "Please! I need to keep these briefs on, my boss would have me strung up if he knew I got naked here!" Finally, Drake called his sons off. The boys looked disappointed, and the younger one even gave out a whiney, "Awwwww," when his dad made him take his little hands out of my briefs. I was rock hard, and the front of my white underwear was completely see through with precum. Fuck! I was enjoying my day so much, but couldn't wait to go home and finally get my rocks off! At just about this time, the other two boys returned, each with a tray. Abeed's son had a plate full of steaming, high quality food. If this was the kind of food they served at IFSIR, they must be spending a lot of money. But hell, after what I had seen, I wasn't going to deny this amazing institute one penny less than they asked, no matter how much tax money they wanted! The men guided me over to a glass-topped table after the boys had taken my drink and plate over to a table, and we sat down. "I'm sure you've been anxious to talk to some of us," Jay said as we sat. I realized quickly why the tables were glass. Each boy slipped under the table one by one. "Feel free to ask us anything you want." Jay rolled his head back and let out a little moan, and I looked at the other three men, all of them doing the same. I looked through the table to see the boys in between all of their dads big, hairy legs. I thought my erection would rip right through my shorts. Each of the boys were giving their dads nuts a good working over. Abeed's son's little pink tongue was out, lapping at his dads hairy Arabic nuts. I noticed that Abeed's nuts were exceptionally large, like two eggs. His son was enjoying the taste, swirling his little tongue under the nut sack. Jay's kid was busy trying to stuff his dad's black low hangers into his mouth. I couldn't believe he could actually get his young lips around both of those heavy nuts. His dad was also well endowed in the nuts department. Finally, lucky Drake had his two sons sharing his nuts. Each was tonguing and licking the huge heavy hangers, switching back and forth and kissing each other around the balls. Why did all these men have such huge nuts? Something else was going on here. I could just feel it. I decided to concentrate on the offer, to ask these men the question I had been wondering since I got to the place. "So how did you all end up 3; uh 3; being in the position you are in today?" The men all started to tell their story at once, each eager to tell me how he ended up in an underground facility with his own flesh and blood sucking on his nuts. Finally they agreed to let Abeed start. "Well, me and my son Ahmed came over from Iran when he was only six. We left my wife behind, promising we would send for her 3; and I thought we would 3; but now that I am here that looks less and less likely. " As he said this he ran his hand under the table, and ran his fingers through his son's coarse hair, holding the boys head in his nuts. "You see, it was very hard for Ahmed when we moved here. He was a lonely boy, and being from Iran he didn't have many friends at school. He would come home to our tiny apartment every day crying because the kids would beat him up at school. So one way I would soothe him would be to let him lay his head on my lap, and I would run my fingers through his hair like this. It was very good for him, calmed him down." Ahmed was grabbing his fathers tree trunk thighs and licking with intense vigor. What a hungry kid! "One night, last year, little Ahmed had a nightmare. So I let him come into my room and let him lay his head on me. You see, I sleep in my 3; what you are wearing now. Briefs. I didn't think much of it. Ahmed had seen me in my briefs before. So I let him lay his head there, and pretty soon I fell asleep. I had one of those 3; what you call them 3; wet dreams that night. It was so embarrassing, but I had a dream that someone was licking my nuts. I woke up and I was cumming. But would you believe that when I woke up I looked down and saw my cock was out of my briefs, and I was sperming all over my little boys face? I coated him in 3; how you call it 3; daddy juice right there! And the warmth and amount of it woke him up! He looked up at me, sleepy but shocked, his dad's cum dripping down his face. It was a very 3; interesting sight. I was surprised when the first thing he said was, 'Daddy, I'm sorry!' 'Sorry for what? I am sorry!' I said. I was still breathing hard and dripping a little, and trying to find a towel for to wipe my son's face clean of my cum. "I took off your undies, Daddy, because I wanted to feel your skin. I'm sorry, did it make that happen?" You see. My sweet little boy had wanted to feel his daddy up close, and he had been talking or moving his tongue in his sleep. Without either of us knowing it, my son had given me a very intense orgasm. And it was far from the last! As we talked that night, I had to teach him what cum was. And as we talked, inevitably some of my sperm fell into his mouth. He gobbled it up that boy! And realized he loved it! And the rest is history." I looked down at Ahmed lapping at his dad's balls like a dog. Imagining that little face covered in his daddies white Iranian cum, it was so hot I felt like I could cum if I thought about it too hard. "What's funny is," Drake cut in, "my story has to do with my older son's taste for my balls as well. See, I was at home one day on a Saturday with both of my boys. I was laying out by the pool, minding my own business in my speedo, when suddenly my boys come running out. They were rowdy boys, always fighting. I wasn't surprised to see them coming out. My older son, Larry was chasing my little guy here Devin. He was saying, 'Don't you dare tell him or I'll kill you!' But Devin here used to be a bit of a tattletale, so I knew whatever offense Larry had committed, I was going to find out about it. I was annoyed that they were interrupting my pool time, but not for long. 'Daddy! Daddy! Guess what I caught Larry doing!' Larry socked him but it didn't stop him. He always loved to get his brother in trouble. 'I found him in your bed sniffing these!' And then, to my surprise, he tossed one of my old jocks from the gym at me. I couldn't believe it! I asked Larry if it was true, and he hung his head and said yes after a moment. Devin was like, 'Are you gonna spank him Dad? Huh? Please?' I looked at my boys, and poor Larry looked so humiliated. I was mad at his brother, and almost gave the little kid a spanking too for being such a tattletale. But then 3; I thought 3; why not see if the boys like my universal smell. I got up, slipped off my briefs and tossed them at my little Devin.' Suddenly from under the table the boys started talking. "Larry! I want the right one now! It's my turn!" "Now now, Devin. You had the right one all during breakfast. It's Larry's turn. Don't interrupt, just keep working my left nut like a good boy." I watched, and little Devin popped his dad's big left ball back into his hungry mouth. He returned to his story. "To my surprise, my speedo just hit the ground. Both my boys were too distracted by these." He grabbed his nuts and tugged on them. Both of his massive nuts popped out of his kids mouths, and I watched with lust as the boy whined and chased after them. "It wasn't long before Larry was showing his brother how good these smelled, and how good they taste, right boys?" Both boys were too busy sucking on the nuts to answer. I turned to Jay, who was still reveling in his son's nut washing mouth. "What about you?" "My story is a little less cute," he said, "but still hot as fuck. See, me and my boy, we lived in a bad part of town. And I had run into a little uh 3; financial trouble you see. I owed this one man, a very twisted individual, quite a bit. He gave me a way to pay it off 3; see he had been eying my son. Of course I said no way, like any good father would! But 3; it was so much money. So we worked out a deal. He wouldn't touch my son, but he wanted to watch my son 3; uh 3; blow me. Bascially. I know it sounds horrible, but I sat my boy down and had a good chat with him about it. He was only 10 at the time. He was upset, but such a good boy, really wanted to help his daddy out. On the night of the event, the man showed up, and started giving orders. Ordered us both to strip down 3; I sat down on our couch and the man watched us like we were a TV program. My little boy got between my legs, and slowly started to go down on me, kinda nervous about it, you know? We both were. My son worked down me, and when he got to my nuts, both me and the man watching us perform this nasty act were shocked. Something changed! All of the sudden, instead of hesitantly licking my cock, my boy was gagging himself trying to suck on both my nuts. I mean, look at him right now, that's how he was!" I looked down and sure enough the little black boy was gobbling his dads egg sized nuts with haste and impatience. As I looked around the room at all the men eating at the tables, I noticed all of the boys underneath were washing their dad's nuts like crazy. Something was happening here 3; it had to do with men with oversized nuts 3; but what was it? "The man watching us couldn't believe how much my boy liked my nuts," he went on. "It made him cum, and he left pretty quickly after that. But I couldn't pry my boy from my love sack. And when he saw how much I 3;" Suddenly Abeed put up his finger to silence Jay. "Shhhh!" Abeed commanded. "You'll give away the surprise!" What surprise, I wondered? What was going on here? I guess I would just have to wait and see. The meal went on, several courses of delicious, expensive food. All the while we chatted the boys under the tables never paused from sucking, licking and massaging the massive, low hanging, hairy father balls in front of them. Finally after we had all finished, a bell rang, and suddenly all of the boys gave their fathers' sacks one last lick and climbed out from under the table. I watched the twenty some little boy butts walk away to the back of the room where the food table had been set up. I loved to see all those boys in their bowties, little naked waiters. "What's going on?" I asked my companions. "Just watch, it's time for dessert," said Drake. I watched as the boys approached the table, and then all climbed onto it. The food had of course been cleared away, and now the boys were covering it. It was like a son buffet, their little bodies touching against each other. Then staff came in with carts piled high with desserts of all kinds. Decadent cakes and cookies, everything you can imagine. The adult waitstaff, mostly scientists, started to unload the desserts onto the naked boys. I couldn't believe it! Soon the boys, all smiling and giggling at the game, were all covered with delicious looking desserts. Then the fathers descended on the tables, all with empty plates, and began plucking the desserts off their kids. Jay turned back to me and with a wave of his hand said, "Come on! Before they're all gone!" What else could I do? I grabbed my own dessert plate and headed to the table. This was the first time I was invited to touch the boys 3; and I was very nervous. I made my way down the line. First I took a brownie off of a boys neck. He was about 17, fully grown, and smiled at me as I did so. "Thank you, Agent," he said. Next I took a cookie off the nipple of a boy about his age or younger, still kind of nervous. Just like the first boy, he smiled and thanked me. I began to realize that the boys were arranged by age, and I as I moved on I saw a young boy about 15 with ice cream over his navel. There was nothing to scoop it out with. When I looked around, he spoke up, looking at me with his deep brown eyes. "It's just to taste test, take a lick please!" I almost passed out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and was even more shocked as I leaned down and took a few good laps out of his naval. I moved down, and was aroused to see a boy of about 13 laying on his back, rock hard. His cock was running through several doughnuts, and men were plucking them off. There was one left when I got to him, and he gave out a little moan as I grabbed it and pulled it off his dick. At the end of the table was Drake's younger son. He must have been the youngest boy in the room. His whole crotch was covered in whipped cream, though most of it had been whipped away. What little that remained was on his dick, and it was clear to me that the other men had left this for me. "Would you like some whipped cream, sir?" He asked me in his accent. "Well, I uh 3;" but before I could say anything more, Ahmed grabbed my hand and guided it towards his cock. I looked deeply into his eyes as he helped me scoop some whipped cream off his boy dick. It was amazing how rigid it was. I returned to the table to eat with the men. We chatted some more, but my mind was drifting. After touching those boys, my mind suddenly wandered back to my own sons, Brady, who is 17, Marcus who is 14 and little Charlie, who just turned 8. What would I do if they had done the things like the boys here in this room? Would I have submitted? No, I couldn't think of Charlie, his floppy, blonde hair, his big blue eyes, his red lips wrapped around my 3; no! I would never. And yet, my cock was more hard and wet than ever. What was that all about? No time to focus, because suddenly the boys, having washed the desert off themselves, were beginning to gather plates of food and drinks for themselves. "Now comes the real show," said Abeed as he and his men rose. All the dads in the room were making their way to a row of couches that lined one wall. They all took seats, their legs spread wide, and after their dessert, their cocks harder than ever. I had a good chance to survey them, looking at all of their balls hanging there in a row. Each set was huge, heavy, so clearly full of cum. What was going to happen? One by one the boys came with their full plates of food, some had empty glasses as well, and each took a spot between the legs of their fathers. My focus, of course was on my three men who I had dined with, as they sat next to each other. On the other side of them, though, was something very interesting. A man who apparently seemed to have five sons! Raging in ages 9 to about 17. Each of them with a plate of food in his hands. A bell rang out. Suddenly, all of the dads leaned forward and starting grabbing their cocks and jacking them furiously. The big balls all starting bouncing, as the sons all rose up on their knees and started smiling. At the rate they were going, they were definitely going to cum soon. No sooner had I had that though than I heard my good friend Abeed scream out, "HERE YOU GO SON!" Everyone turned to look at him as Ahmed, smiling so big on his knees, reached up and grabbed his dad's dick. Abeed's heavy balls pulled up tight, and BAM a HUGE STREAM of cum started spasming out of his dick. It was the biggest single shot I had ever seen, and it landed squarely on Abeed's face. With an enormous amount of cum dripping down his face, Ahmed quickly adjusted his dad's dick so it was pointing straight as his plate of food. "Oh FUCK SON I HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY!" Spurt after spurt, each one bigger than the one before, came out of his dick onto the son's plate. "OOOOOH GOOOOD!" "FUCK SON YEAH!" "HERE COMES THE DADDY JUICE!" "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SON!" All over the room men had begun to explode. The air filled with the scent of daddy cum as the boys rushed forward to have their dads sperm shot all over their lunch. I realized now that these men had been selected to dine here because they were MASTER CUMMERS. They shot the biggest loads for their boys, and the boys were in heaven because of it! "GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" I heard Jay yell as he began to spurt. His son was so excited he nearly spilled his food. He pointed his dad's spurting cock at his own face, and then let the cum drip down into his plate. He looked like he was in heaven spraying his face all over with the gallons of cum his father dumped out. I heard a group of boys cheer as the father of five started to explode. He was a larger man, but still taught. He appeared to be a farmer, his face tanned and his arms thick. I watched his biceps work as he grabbed his cock and pumped it with both fists. His sons looked like the same boy, aged at different years. They all had sandy blonde hair that fell into their eyes, and all were thin and toned, even the little one. "Alright dad!" they shouted. "Way to go Pop!" as he started cumming like a wild stallion. The boys took over, passing his cock from brother to brother as dad gave them more than enough sauce for their food. Finally, one of the last men to cum, Drake, the father of two. His two boys had set their plates down, but had each bought an empty cup to hold. They were each massaging one testicle, finally sharing well. Finally with a loud grunt, Jake started to spasm. The boys held their glasses up. "Here's your milk, boys!" He shouted. Since they couldn't be trusted not to hog their favorite drink, he held it for them, and spurted into the cups. His thick, gooey cum dripped down the sides of the glasses as he filled them. "More! More!" the boys were chanting, but soon their glasses were overflowing. He was still spurting, shooting more cum than anyone else in the room, and the boys quickly set down their full glasses. They then took turns catching the spurts in their mouths like dogs catching a ball. Finally he was spent, and the boys walked to the table sipping and gulping from the glasses full of their father's thick, white jizz. Once again, I could not believe my eyes. The boys returned to their tables, all chatting happily like any school cafeteria. But they each were digging in hungrily to plates piled high with delicious food, covered in their own dad's spunk. Needless to say, I loved the sight.
Special Event After LunchWhile I was still watching at the cum feast in shock, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find my guide, smiling. "Did you enjoy your lunch?" He asked. "Uh 3; not as much as these boys are enjoying theirs! But yes, I did, thank you. I have to ask though 3; what is all this? Is this a study?" My guide just laughed, and his smile grew bigger. "No, not exactly. You don't expect our men to go hungry, do you? No 3; there's a mess hall in each wing of this institute. The cum wing has by far the most fun lunch ritual though, that's why I wanted you to see it." "Cum Wing?!?!?" I stammered. "Yes, I know, shocking," He said, still smiling. "But we do have just as many studies devoted to daddy and son ejaculation as we do to anal and oral studies. And I hope you won't mind spending part of your afternoon watching some of these men," and he swept his arm out at the boys and men in the room, "participating in some fascinating studies." "Of course!" I said. I started to wonder if I should mention that having a mess hall in every wing, with such extravagant food every day, must be very expensive. I could think of many ways to save money here at the institute, but to be honest, I don't think our American dollars could be better spent on anything but catering to these men and boys here at the study! "Excellent, I thought you might. But before we continue, do you remember how I mentioned some uh 3; after dinner entertainment?" My guide was smiling wide. I nodded in response, trying not to lick my lips in anticipation. "Alright, well, I know we said it would not be happening for two weeks, but we think your visit is a special enough occasion. You're going to want to keep your eyes focused to the front of the room, behind the banquet table." I turned my attention to where he spoke. The boys had mostly finished their meals, a few were licking the last bits of cum off their plates, fingers, and lips. Suddenly the light dimmed, and a large curtain behind the banquet table opened up. Out walked one of the scientists, I recognized him from an earlier study but I couldn't remember which. All of the boys and dads were now staring intently at the scientist about to speak. "Hello Gentleman and Boys!" the scientist said, clearly excited and happy to see all these fathers and sons together. "I'm glad you could all be here today. We have some new recruits to bring into your wing. They have spent some time in one of our other wings, and though it's a little ahead of schedule, we're hoping we can bring them here to you." A few cheers from dads and sons alike rang out in the crowd. "It's going to be a difficult transition for them. So we've decided to help them out by having them perform their 3; previous experiment 3; on stage for you." The room erupted into cheers, and I have to admit, I joined in. "Now, now. The reason we are doing this is because 3; once the spectacle is over, we're going to need your help. You'll see what I mean afterward. But for now, we need complete and utter silence during their presentation. You see gentlemen, they are going to think that they are only being observed by scientists, but you'll all be here to see it! So please welcome, in your silence, Paul and Caleb. My heart skipped a beat. Paul and Caleb! From the oral wing! Those were the ones in the study that 3; they had no idea they were committing incest! And yet they both loved it! Oh man 3; I remembered that Paul, the big burly daddy, he even thought he was in a heterosexual study! What was going to happen? The men and boys grew very quiet as the scientist left the stage. A few moments later, a large chair was wheeled out onto stage. I saw many of the boys cover their mouths as Paul was brought out. The burly man, huge and hair and thick like a wall, sauntered onto stage with a huge hard on and a black blindfold on. Completely unaware that he was in front of a room full of rock-hard, incest-loving, cum-sharing father's and sons, Paul was led to the chair and sat down. His big belly, hairy and hard, rising and falling as he breathed deeply. He was obviously practicing silence, like he had in his study, and like all the boys in the room were doing now. Then came beautiful, adorable, sexy Caleb. He was buck naked as well, his thin, smooth, skater body tight as all hell. He was giddy, licking his lips and playing with is lip ring, stroking his adolescent cock. He too was blindfolded, and he was brought over to kneel between his father's thick and hairy thighs. And there they were. Father and son, straight and gay, with one between the others legs, on stage in front of a silent room of incestual fathers and their little boys. Both unaware of everything. Father thinking he's got some chick with a hot mouth breathing on his nuts, and the son thinking he's inhaling the scent of stranger with the hottest cock and hottest cum he's ever tasted. You could taste the tension in the room. Caleb braced himself on this fathers thighs, his mouth only inches from the big, bobbing cock of his father that he loved so much. Then, DING, the bell rang out and suddenly Paul's hairy daddy dick disappeared down the throat of his unknowing son. I didn't think it was possible, but Caleb was sucking with even more vigor than he had before. He slobbered up his dad's dong quickly, covering any part that wasn't down his throat with his fists. He was loving it, all the while moaning "Mmmmmm" and gagging himself as he hungrily tried to swallow every inch. Needless to say, Daddy Paul was loving it. His head was back, a huge smile on his face as he imagined the girl sucking him off. He bucked his hips, gagging his own son and smiling at the choking sounds. His hands rubbed his own chest, tweaking his nipples as he got the blow job of a lifetime from his son. The pair increased in rhythm. It was easy for all of us to tell that Caleb was going to bring his sexy dad to a quick and ferocious cum shot. And knowing that I was in a room filled with daddy-cum loving boys, I could sense that everyone was on the edge of their seat, silently encouraging Caleb to suck deeper, Paul to buck harder. And as though they could feel the thoughts of their silent audience, the two men did so. We all saw Paul's big daddy nuts start to roll up. We knew he was going to shoot. Caleb sensed it too, and pull back a bit, opening his mouth so that the cum from his favorite cock would land squarely on his tongue. "GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Paul shouted out, approaching his massive release. And then, like magic, a pin fell from both of their blindfolds, which both fluttered to the floor, and both men were able to see what they were really loving: father 3; son 3; INCEST. "CALEB????" 'DAD????" "SON! NOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHH FUCK!!!" The sheer surprise of it all sent Paul over the edge in an instant, just as he met eyes with the best cocksucker, his own son. The first string of cum landed, inevitably, where it was intended. Caleb got another taste of the cum he loved, but now that he was aware it was from his own father, he looked less than thrilled. Unable to stop himself from cumming hard and fast, the second shot of Paul's cum landed on the bridge of his son's nose as the boy tried to get away from his father's giant cumming dick. "FUCKING COCKSUCKING SON!" Paul uttered as he came again, this time hitting his boy in the chest as Caleb fell back onto his arms and scrambled backwards. Caleb was shouting, "MY DAD? IT WAS MY DAD?" As he did so his father's cum was mixing in his mouth, getting stuck to his lips. What a sight! "My son 3; is a fucking 3; cocksucker 3;" Paul panted as the last of his daddy milk ran down his cock and into his still pumping fist. And then, as if timed, both men turned to look out and noticed for the first time that they were in front of a huge audience of naked men and boys. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" They screamed in unison, and both leapt off the stage and began hurrying towards separate exits. But as though they were a militarized unit, the men and boys of the cum loving audience separated. The boys, still naked and boned from eating cum, quickly came to surround Caleb. The fathers, all sauntering with newly hard raging boners from the show, came to encircle the still dripping Paul. At first I thought they were trying to prevent the men from leaving, but then as I approached the young boys group, swirling around Caleb at their center, I realized something very different was going on. A boy about 16, Caleb's same age, had his long and toned arm around the shaken kid. Caleb was looking concerned, apparently too concerned to notice that his dad's cum was still dripping down the son's nose and was about to land on his lips. "Really, it's ok," the other boy was saying to him gently. "We all went through something like this, but we realize now that what we have is better 3;" "Yeah!" A smaller voice piped up. Caleb looked down and saw that there was a kid of about 11 pulling on Caleb's erect teenage cock to get attention. "It's really fun! And the cum tastes way better when it's from your own Dad! Trust me!" I watched this for about ten minutes, then headed over to the men's group. The dads were seated now, most of them leaning over and talking to Paul, who looked distressed but had obviously calmed down. "What do you mean? He's my own son!" He was saying to Abeed, who was seated to his left. "I know," Abeed said. "It shocked me too, but he really does seem to want it. No 3; more than want 3; how you say 3; NEED it. And I think, judging by your boy, he does too. I mean look at him." We all glanced over to Caleb, who was licking his lips. There was no doubt about it, whether he was aware of it or not, he was eating his father's cum again. And this time he KNEW it shot out of the cock that made him. And then, when he saw his dad looking at him, a shy smile crept across his face. The men slowly returned to the stage. They didn't say a word, but just looked at each other. Then, without saying a thing, Caleb looked at the chair. Paul sat down, his cock rising again. The crowd was loud now, cheering, "Come on Caleb! It will be great!" and "Trust me Paul, he'll thank you for this for the rest of his life!" Slowly Caleb lowered himself to his knees. He pushed his face towards his father's cock, his green eyes looking up at his Daddy sitting there. Paul looked down, a look of disgust at his son and undeniable desire to get more cocks sucking performed. And then, it happened again. In an instant, Paul's straight dad cock was plunging into the throat of his faggot son. Paul grabbed the back of his boy's head. "Shit son, you really do love my man cock, don't you?" Caleb pulled up and looked his dad in the eye again. "I do dad." He licked the piss slit of the cock. "A lot. I'm sorry." Then his nose was buried in his dad's pubes as he swallowed again. He was only down there for a moment when he pulled off and stood up suddenly. "It's ok 3;I mean 3; had enough boy?" Paul asked, blushing. He obviously was not happy to have his cock out of his boy's throat. Caleb didn't say anything, but just took a step toward his father. Then suddenly the boy had his feet on either side of the arm rests, and was lowering his tight little ass down on his father's massive cockhead. "Wait 3;Caleb 3;we shouldn't 3; AHHHHH" With a pop that we all could hear Paul's cock popped into his son, and then, just like Caleb's throat had done, was swallowed into the boy. Caleb starting riding like a pro, and Paul couldn't help but fuck back. "I'm SORRY DAD! BUT- UGH HARDER- I'VE WANTED TO DO THIS TO YOUR COCK -UGH YES DADDY! EVER SINCE I FIRST SUCKED IT- UGH!" "FUCK BOY RIDE MY DICK!" Paul shouted out. "I KNOW SON. I WANTED TO FUCK THE SLUTTY PUSSY OF THE MOUTH THAT GOT ME OFF. I 3;I 3;" "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT WAS YOU!" The boy shouted out, and at that moment, gazing into each other's eyes, father and son shared their first orgasm. Paul's teen cock spurted like a fountain, spraying hot cum up his father's rolling hair stomach and muscular chest. He still rode it, and we could see cum dripping down the shaft of the daddy cock buried inside Paul. It was then, I noticed, that I had my hand down my own briefs and was about to bring myself to orgasm. I was about to cum when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Well, I think we can both agree that was successful!" My guide said, spinning me around. "Shall we move on to some more studies? Wait till you see what we have going on in this wing!"
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