Brenden’s cock waited besides Ricks lips, straining in hope for reciprocation. The cock head leaked onto and down off Rick’s cheek and chin, exuding grey vapors along his upper body and snaking up onto Rick’s flush face.
Rick began to cough, his head bumping forward as his chest clenched to expel the fumes. Brenden winced as the heavy stubble on his step father’s face abraded against his sensitive cock. He pressed even harder against the mouth, though, gaining masochistic pleasure from the enlivening prickle and hard erratic pressing, caused by Rick’s jarring spasms.
Rick’s mouth opened, as his lungs suddenly struggled for air. Brenden felt his opportunity part across his heavy cock head, and he rolled his strength into his hips and forced his cock against the burgeoning hole. Slick smooth teeth parted around the bestial phallus, and Brenden’s cock fell within his stepfather’s feudally resisting maw. The head slapped against the slick pillow like tongue and drove back along it.
The supple smooth tongue wriggled beneath the cock, as the head pressed on towards it’s stepfather’s throat. A swell of pride and a rush of sensation overcame Brenden, as he claimed Rick, physically manifesting itself in a momentary orgasmic quiver and a gush of thick ejaculate into the back of Rick’s forcibly opened mouth.
Ricks head began to twist swiftly from side to side, while his lips puckered and his lungs blew, to expel the offending organ, gray wisps seeping out along it. Animalistic reasoning drove Brenden to drive his cock further, burying it into his gagging father’s esophagus. Slick smooth surfaces clenched, parted, rolled over and retreated back around it, bringing Brenden fast towards release. Brenden’s cock quaked, and he instantly became intimately aware of his pre-ejaculate spilling out into his stepfather.
The man beneath Brenden abruptly seized to fight. Brenden paused, as a slow panic built in the parts of his mind that still reasoned. Brenden quickly drew out his cock, and submissively crouched beneath Ricks drooping head. Looking up, he nudged his stepfather with his moist black nose. Rick’s body didn’t budge.
A long grey cloud exhaled from Rick’s open mouth, and Brenden whined and yipped relief. Rick then violently drew his next breath, rearing his head back and denting the drywall behind him. His body shook and rocketed out a sloppy cough, drudging up a mouthful of clear gel over his chin and chest. Gray fumes billowed from his mouth and from the substance he just spit out.
Brenden sheepishly backed away, frightened by the sudden intensity in his stepfather’s motions. Rick’s fingers stretched out and dug into the wood tile floor, tearing out small flakes as they drew back. His face pointed skyward and his mouth was slowly clenching shut, though his lips remained drawn. His chest was heaving, throwing clouds of the smoke from his lungs.
Rick looked to Brenden, down along his sweating cheek, and pressed out a question, with a surprising deep voice, “What’s happening to me?” Ricks hand, shaking madly, reached up to feel his neck, and again he asked the same question, with a voice that grew deeper even before it could fully leave his throat.