Dinner date for Christmas? Sure, though within the first few minutes of arriving to the old shark's house, it became apparent that Duke's new slug boyfriend would be having a feast of his life, though not on the poor cuck's cooking.
Duke left to slave away in the kitchen, while the muffled, tell-tale slurps and slobbers could be heard echoing from within his father's study. The large and slimy slug whore already down on his knees, huge green ass stuck out and with his eager tongue buried deep within Daddy's wrinkled foreskin. The younger shark's awaited kiss under the mistletoe, stolen by his father's grease slathered monster schlong, with a ball stink so ripe and potent filling the kneeling faggot's nostrils, that he couldn't care less about being caught.
Skip ahead an hour and that is exactly what happened. The younger shark finally finishing setting up the table and deciding to invite his boyfriend and father to join him, only to walk in upon that perverse make-out session his boyfriend had going on with his father's excessive windsock of a foreskin. Face already covered underneath an inch thick layer of reeking sweat and slop... and yet still clearly hungry and craving for more.
Luckily Daddy knows what such faggots need and took the opportunity to give his son a first row presentation in it. With the fat assed slut slug thrown across the dinner table, toppling over the dozen different jars and bowls of food Duke had prepared for their meal. All the food that the slug would have been happy to chow down two hours earlier, now strewn across the table and the floor, all in favor of something oh so much better and much more fulfilling.
Those green, slimy fuckhams soon putting on a concert of clapping, slapping and squelching so loud, that could be heard all the way to the outside. Of course, accompanied by the pleasured screams and moans as Barry puts the big, caked up butt-slut on a strict diet of alpha meat only. Cramming the turgid grade A dad-sausage, that the faggot had spent the past hour spit shining to perfection, into the yawning asshole that his son had probably not even gotten the chance to feel yet... if he even could in the first place.
Speaking of whom, Duke could barely even hear anything at that moment, with his boyfriend's massive, milk squirting moobs squishing his head between them. Though perhaps that was for the best as it did at least make it harder for him to hear all the mockery the two were tossing his way. All he really could do, was to hold onto his seat in an attempt to avoid toppling over as those jostling moobs mash into his face and only shove him deeper between them. Able to feel every single bead of tit sweat trickling down his face with an occasional dollop of spit for good measure from his boyfriend's tongue up above. It was pretty much the only thing he could even see from between those heavy, bouncing fag-boobs, the ecstatic look upon the slug's face. The look he'd never seen anyone making for him. All from his father stuffing that ungodly color puncher within his boyfriend's quaking ass. An ass he, as much as he'd wanted it, realistically never had a chance with in the first place.
As luck would have it though, by the end of the "dinner", Duke would get his wish. Perhaps not in the way he'd dreamed, but beggars cannot be choosers... and neither can cucks. Getting one of those rare up-close views of that slugbutt, except now with a permagaped, jizz belching crater to greet him. An asshole blown so wide open, that it could swallow a lesser cuck whole... with a near endless torrent of glue like cock sludge gushing out and washing across his entire body, at that. Mix all that with the horrid stench of his father's cock having forever imprinted itself upon the hollowed out innards of his boyfriend's asshole and it's not hard to see how he'd end up passing out.
All while his father breaks out a cold one. A nice, soothing beverage to cool himself down and bring that horrid DILF reek and steaming heat in the room down just a smidge. Helping ease up the visible haze lingering in the air, even while his brand new dad-dick addicted buttslut continues his efforts from before. Back to tonguing that now jizz slathered DILF-dick clean inch after another, letting his useless boyfriend down below enjoy the "feast" that his father had helped him cook up.
Gah, I just freakin' looove how this one turned out.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!
Art and slug boyfriend by
\n\t\t\t\t\tjustmegabenwellDuke and Barry Nauticus by me.