His son is about to have a dog of a day.
Cal has dropped out of university and is fast sliding into total degradation under the tutelage of three of his dad’s worst enemies. The nightmare continues to spiral out of control as Buzz tracks down his son with the help of two sympathetic cops, horrified to discover Cal is to be offered as the late-night entertainment at a sleazy dive on the outskirts of town after which he will be sold to the highest bidder – if he survives!
Series: Like Father Like Son
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Cal was screaming for it. Even though the sound was crap I could hear every word as he begged the overweight bozo plowing his butt to ‘ram my fuckin’ sleazy asshole until I bleed. Make me your whore. Fill my boy cunt with your spunk till it runs down my leg.’
The scene sickened me because my handsome boy was copping the fuck of his life from a butt ugly sleazebag who was sweating like Niagara Falls as he slammed his brutal prick into my son’s guts. What’s more, I could tell Cal wasn’t acting. He was loving every second of this ass battering. The ultimate humiliation was that all three of us watching the video were so turned on we had to keep adjusting the tent in our trousers to hide our treachery.
“I think that’s enough,” Vinnie said as he squeezed his cock in an effort to hide it from me. “You get the idea anyway. That’s the main point.”
Roy turned on the lights careful to keep his back to us so we couldn’t see the outline of his erection in his cop pants. At least he and Vinnie had an excuse; we’d just been watching a good half hour of the most graphic fuck footage imaginable, a video of my son being buggered into oblivion by middle-aged scum in a dismal motel room. I should have been revolted by what I’d seen and I was. But for all the wrong reasons. His sex partners were gross and selfish – and I wished they were me.
Ever since Cal had come back into my life I’d struggled with my attraction to him. Like many a callous youth who had little regard for social niceties, content only with the pursuit of his own satisfaction, he’d willingly succumbed to the illicit passion we had for each other. He had been quite content to settle down in a relationship with his dad.
I’m afraid my mind couldn’t come to grips with that idea even while my body screamed that was exactly what it wanted. The video footage brought that home to me with a clarity that had been missing from my life over the past few weeks.
“Where did you get it?” I asked, my voice almost breaking with stress. “How old is it?”
Vinnie looked as if he’d rather rip out his tongue than answer my questions. He and Roy had become good friends since we’d met in less than ideal circumstances when they’d caught me peeping on my son through my living room window. They genuinely liked Cal and were as distressed by his downward spiral as I was,
“The Drug Squad boys keep us in the loop. Besides they owe us big time.”
Roy filled me in. “The motel’s on the interstate on the outskirts of town. Well known venue for hookers and hustlers to ply their trade. Drug Squad are staking it out for a big deal that’s going down. They’ve got all the rooms wired, taking no chances. When they found out we were looking for Cal they showed us some of the...um...highlights they captured.”
“Fuckin’ hours of it,” Vinnie said with a touch of awe.
“We just showed you the best bits,” Roy said with just a little too much pleasure.
“What exactly is the Drug Squad doing about it?”
Vinnie was obviously embarrassed. “Not exactly their jurisdiction. They don’t want to blow their cover.”
I was disgusted. “Yeah, I get it. They don’t want to get involved.”
Roy couldn’t help shooting his mouth off. “I wouldn’t say that,” he smirked. “That last guy you saw on the video is Con, one of the Drug Squad boys. Said he got so turned on monitoring the room he waited until the last john left then went in to get a taste of boy cunt for himself.”
Vinnie kicked him and glanced warily at the CCTV camera set into the wall at ceiling height.
I was down at police headquarters. It was three weeks since Cal had turned up at my party with his three ‘masters’ and put on a demonstration of such depravity that his reputation had been enhanced. Cal’s was the go-to-ass in the town if you wanted a taste of the angels. Or so it was said. I’d tasted and I wanted more. I wasn’t the only one...
Barry Lowe’s dreams of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature faded about thirty years ago when he realised what he wrote best was about the wild, whacky, wonderful world of sex and that his vocabulary would never rival Patrick White’s or even Evelyn Waugh’s. Since then he’s been happily churning out the odd gay sex comedy for stage as well as a mountain of newspaper columns and an avalanche of erotica for print and eBooks. He is also the author of Atomic Blonde, a biography of 1950s sex goddess, Mamie Van Doren. He lives in Sydney, Australia, with his long-term partner, Wally.
Check out his website at www.barrylowe.net.