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Daddy’s Boy Part 2

Uncle fucks his nephew

DADDY’S BOY PART 2
By Depraved Pervert

DADDY’S BOY PART 2

For the next week I convinced myself my son was the innocent victim of a mob
of gym perverts. I mulled over ways of getting even with my mate Laurie and
his gym buddies who’d betrayed me, all the while jerking off to the memory
of my son’s gang fuck at their hands. I wondered how long it had been going
on. I had no choice but to allow Justin to keep going to the gym in the
afternoon until I could find other more suitable minding facilities.
Obviously he needed them. I couldn’t afford to take time off from my jobs so
I determined to at least turn up at the gym early so nothing further could
happen.

The next afternoon I was so early it took everyone by surprise, including
Justin. He’d never given any inkling that he didn’t enjoy his afternoons
there waiting for me. In fact, he seemed to love it. I kept on arriving
early all week, hopefully thwarting any pervert plans Laurie might have had
for Justin. By Friday Laurie was getting irritable. And so was Justin. And a
few of the regulars at the gym were scowling at me during my brief visits.

At home I had the chance to examine Justin more closely. Walking down the
hallway from the bathroom in his jockeys I noticed they were much too small
for him and made a mental note to check larger sizes next time I shopped for
him. These cupped his ass and clung so tightly they looked like they’d
disappear up his asshole. That little blond boy asshole that had taken cock
like a slut. And it left little to the imagination with regards to his
little cock. Wet, they must have been extremely revealing.

That weekend was miserable with Justin sulking and me trying to work out a
plan of action. Obviously turning up early was causing friction not only at
home with my son but also with my mates at the gym. So on Monday I called up
my older brother, Brett. He’s a real man’s man. In fact, he’s a bit of a
slob. He loves his beer and his beer belly and he loves fucking cunt. I
explained my dilemma making him swear he would not tell Justin I knew until
I could work out what to do. He swore he wouldn’t tell a soul. He lived with
his surfer son, Jed who was 19 and exactly the style of teenager I’d hoped
Justin would grow up to become, and his daughter, Wendy who was only 9. His
middle son, Alex, had died in a bike accident when he was 15.

Brett said Justin could stay for the week, maybe two if necessary till I got
it all sorted. And because he lived not too far from Justin’s school his
education wouldn’t be interrupted. Brett did say that it couldn’t be a
permanent thing but he’d teach the boy a few manly pursuits and he was sure
he’d be a great role model.

I breathed easy that week although Justin was very reluctant to go and stay
with Brett and his cousins.

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