Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:14:04 -0500
From: Tale Teller <taleteller33@gmail.com>
Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter07 Gay-Incest Gay-Adult Youth

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Timmy Hypnotizes dad


I let Andy sit in the front and shuffle Timmy into the back seat of my car.
After making sure everyone is buckled in I get into the drivers seat.  I
ask Andy where he lives, and shit if it isn't a 45 minute drive away.  That
means it's going to be almost two hours before I can sink my hard cock into
my little boy's flesh.

So here we are, a fat kid, a cum slut and a guy with blue balls, driving
off into the sunset.  What a day.


Chapter 07

We are only on the road for ten minutes before I start shifting and
squirming in my seat, trying in vain to relieve the pressure in my pants.  I
don't remember ever having such a painful hard-on begging for release.  I
can't help glancing over at Andy and wondering what his chubby little face
would look like stuffed full of my daddy cock.  Finally I can't take it
anymore.

Looking into the rear view mirror I say to my son.  "Timmy, why don't you
come up here and get a piece of candy."

"Naw, I don't want any."  Timmy say's in a bored fashion.

"Timmy!"  I say louder and I catch my son's look in my mirror.  "Why
don't you come up here and get some candy in Daddies pocket."

"That's OK daddy,  I don't want any."  Timmy say's and goes back to
starring out the window.

Damn, the kid is dense sometimes.  "Timmy! Sucky, sucky!"  I say
reverting to the hippo-tizm game which we have not used in a long
time.

That get's the little sluts attention.  He probably would have shot right off
his seat if not for the belt holding him down.  He looks at me in the rear
view mirror then looks at Andy in the passenger seat and back to me with a
questioning look on his face.

Still looking at my boy in the mirror I smack my lips three times.."Now."
I command.

Timmy unfastens his seat belt then crawls between the bucket seats into the
front of the car.  He wastes no time and is now partially sitting on and
straddling the center console with his little head over my crotch, little rear
end facing Andy, hands busily working at my belt.

"That's it buddy, get some candy out of Daddies pocket."  I say more for
Andy's benefit than anyone else.  The little fatty is trying to get a look at
the treats he thinks my kid is fishing from my pocket but his view is blocked
by my son's body.

My son manages to get my belt undone and in no time has my slacks
unbuttoned and my zipper down.  I raise up off the seat a bit and shimmy
down my pants a few inches.  I feel my son's tiny hands come into
contact with my raging hard-on as he works it out of my boxers.

"That's my good boy...yeah."  I moan.  "Your Daddies best buddy you know
that honey?  Your the best....aww fuck!"  I cry out as I feel that tiny baby
mouth trying to swallow then swollen head of my cock.  "Yeah, get that
candy sweetie.  I got a lot of it for you."

I take the wheel with one hand, bringing my forearm down on the back of
my son's head, trying to force his head down a bit more.  I take my free arm
and lay it across my son's back, cupping his tiny rear in order to keep him in
place as the road has gotten a bit bumpy.

Andy is desperately leaning forward, craning his neck trying to get a good
look at whats going on in my lap.  The boy notices me looking at him
as I glance every few moments at the road. Andy has a curious look on his
face but also one of suspicion and bewilderment.  The kid knows something
odd is going on but clearly has no understanding of what's actually happening.

"Can I have some candy too?"  he asks hopefully.

I seriously consider pulling over the car and burring my hard cock into his
fat little mouth.  Then I remember my meeting with Nash and how much
trouble I'm in.  Fuck! I'm being too careless, too reckless.  Here I am letting
my son suck me off with another kid in the car who I've only met once
before.

"Sorry little guy.  This candy's only for my best buddy here."  I reply

Andy's head drops down, crestfallen.  "I'm no ones best buddy."  he
mumbles crestfallen.

Having come to my senses.  I peel my boy off my cock and manage to get
buttoned up without revealing too much of my self to our passenger.
After silencing my boy's protests I direct him to return to the back seat
and we continue our journey.

I don't exactly know the street Andy told me he lives on but the kid tells
me it's near the pig sign.  I instantly know what Andy is talking about.  The
Rabid Boar is a biker bar, with a big sign out front of a huge boar
mounting a pink pig with lipstick.  There was a big uproar a few years
back from some bored housewives who wanted the indecent sign torn
down.  It never went anywhere as the bar is on 'the other side of town.' and
most people just didn't care.

We pass the Rabid Boar and Andy directs me up a dirt road.  The road,
more of a pot holed pocked path is rough and narrow.  Branches swipe
the side of my car.  The tree's around us become thicker and the road seems
like it's going to end when suddenly it opens up into a wide clearing.  The
clearing could be described as beautiful if not for the run down, rusted
trailer in the center, surrounded by broken down vehicles and appliances
and piles of trash.  As I pull into the clearing I spot Bud leaning under the
hood of his old pickup truck.

I pull up along side the his truck and get out as Bud comes over to greet
me.  I'm initially a bit shocked at his attire.  Mr. Mahoney, Bud, is only
wearing three pieces of clothing; a pair of beat up work boots, the same
filthy baseball cap I saw him in at Kyle's cookout and a pair of ratty boxer
shorts.  As I said before Bud is a big man.  He has a big round but firm belly,
big meaty pec's both covered in dark hair which is plastered to his body with
sweat.  He has a few tattoo's I had not noticed before, one on his upper right
chest and one on his upper left arm.  His boxer short's hang low on his hips
revealing curly dark pubic hair just above his crotch.  With a quick glance I
notice what I assume is his flaccid cock swinging down the left leg of his
shorts.

I shake Bud's sweaty, greasy hand and am once again surprised at his warm,
disarming smile.  A smile which quickly leaves his face when he spots his
son getting out of my car.

"Get in the house right this minute!"  He yells at his son.  "Your grounded,
and clean up that shit hole you call a room."

The little, fat Andy takes off into the trailer like a hungry wolf is on his
heels.

"Little shit wouldn't need a ride home if he did have detention,"  Bud tells
me.  "for the third time this month!" he yells at the trailer where his son
can surly hear him.

"They can be trouble can't they though."  I chuckle.

"More trouble than he's worth most times."  says Bud.  "I would have
picked him up myself if my Buddy had showed up and helped me with
this."  He states, gesturing at his truck.

Glancing partially disassembled engine I say "Yeah, those head gaskets
can be a real pain in the ass."

This got me a double take from Bud, apparently surprised that I had any
knowledge of engines.  "Well,  I'd ask you to help but I wouldn't want
you to get your fancy clothes all dirty."  he says with a sneer as he
scratches his balls through his faded boxers.

This really gets my blood boiling.  I've done well for myself, no question
about that.  But I'm from lets say less than modest upbringing.  I worked
hard for my success and It always annoys me when people assume I've
been born with a silver spoon up my ass.

Looking Bud square in the eye I remove my tie, shirt and under shirt,
tossing them on a nearby lawn chair.  I kick off my shoes, remove my
slacks, shoes and socks.  Never breaking my stare at Bud I put my shoes
back on.

So here I stand only wearing a pair of boxers and business shoes in front
of a broken down trailer and rusted pick-up.  I take a few steps forward
almost bringing me nose to nose with Andy's Dad.

"By the way,"  I sneer back  "You have the gasket on upside down."

Bud looks at the engine then back at me then lets out a big loud laugh,
and gives me greasy slap on the shoulder.  "So it is," he says  "I'm more
of a carpenter than a mechanic."

We're well into getting the engine put back together, both sweating and
covered in grime and grease when the sun goes down.  Bud flips on a
switch in the trailer, a flood light illuminates the area and we continue our
work.

Timmy who had been content exploring the junked vehicles and
appliances is now pestering me with questions about when we're going
to be done, when we're going home etc..   I notice the little guy is starring
at Bud and I and our barely covered crotches with a hungry look.

"Hey buddy,"  I say to Timmy in an attempt to get the little whore's mind
off of cock, "Why don't you give Bud and me a hand here?"

Timmy tears his gaze from Bud's boxers to look at me in the eye, then down
to my own crotch.  I can see the wheels in his little head spinning... try to
get the daddy cocks or work on the cool truck.  The little kid glances to the
pick up and then back to my crotch...cock, truck, cock, truck.

A wide grin spreads across my kid's face and I feel a chill go up my spine.
I've leaned to dread that grin.  It means he's up to something.

With a big not so innocent grin on his face and his best 'good boy' voice
Timmy say's sweetly "I can really help Daddy, can I?"

Suddenly a little unsure of where the kid is going with this I reply
"Well you have to ask Bud here.  It's his truck."  I look toward the
burly, sweaty man hoping he'll refuse.

Timmy with an evil grin still plastered on his face takes a few steps
toward Bud.  He stands in front of him for a moment and actually checks
him out, looking at his boots and slowly running up the man's legs,
crotch, belly and chest.  He takes his time drinking in the sight of Andy's
dad.

Bud must sense something odd is going on or feel uncomfortable because
I see his hand unconsciously cover his groin.

"Can I help you fix your truck Mr. Mahoney?"  asks my son in a sweet
voice.

Bud just stares at my boy for a moment.  Then he breaks out of his trance.
"Sure little guy."  he chuckles.  "Could use those small hands to get in some
of the tight places."

My boy turns a bit toward me with a triumphant look on his face and gives
me a wink.  Then he removes his shirt.  Turning his back to us, my son
bends over and slowly takes his shorts off revealing his white cotton
clad ass.  As he works his shorts off over his sneakers he wiggles his
small tight ass at Bud and I.  Finishing his show, Timmy turns around
and announces.  "Now I'm dressed just like you Daddy!"

Bud lets out a loud belly laugh which causes Timmy to let out an evil
giggle.  "He's got you there Tom."  Bud says noticing my sour expression.

We get back to work on the engine having Timmy fetch us tools and
parts as needed.  Soon enough however my son becomes bored of being
the gofer.

"Daddy,  Daddy  I want to work on the truck like you and Bud."  Timmy
whines.

Knowing there will be no end to the harassment  I lift my young boy up
by the hips, setting his feet on the front bumper of the truck.  This has the
unintended effect of bringing my son's cute ass level with me and Bud's
crotches.  Maybe unintended for me but not for my son I realize.

Timmy leans over the engine raising his tighty-whitey covered cunt up
in the air and gives it a little shake.  Looking over his shoulder at me he
gives me another wink and says,  "I'm ready Daddy."

Bud lets out another laugh but this time there seems to be a tension in
his voice.

For myself, seeing my boy shake that tight fuck hole in front of me and
this virtual stranger causes my cock to stir.  I'd forgotten how horny I am
and I do my best to not sport a full on boner, which my thin boxers would
not conceal.

Timmy interrupts my nasty thoughts when he picks up a ratchet in his
small hands.  "What do I do?  Help me," he whines.

Just as I think I should help my son before Bud gets too close I'm
already too late.  Bud puts his hand over my son's and starts explaining
what a ratchet is and how it works.  Hand over hand he helps my son
tighten a bolt, his other hand on my son's hip to brace him.

I watch as this rough hick, only in a pair of boxers, puts his hands on my
nearly naked son.  Bud stands next to my boy, leaning sideways over him,
big meaty chest over my sons back and head as he helps him tighten the
bolt on the engine all the while explaining what they're doing.

I know I should grab my slut of a son now and go.  Get him home and
sink my cock into his tight, hot body.  But seeing Bud's rough calloused
and tanned hands on my boy's smooth, white flesh has me glued to the spot.  I
want to see where this goes.  I see Timmy shuffle his feet on the bumper
closer to Bud and a thought enters my mind.  It's not 'where things go', it's
where Timmy takes it.  I'm suddenly a little frightened knowing that I'm
just a player in this scene and it's my tiny boy that's in control.

Timmy ever so slowly works his way in between Bud and the truck.  I
see him lightly brush his small ass against the big man leaning over him.
As they tighten another bolt my son becomes more bold and fully grinds
his ass into Bud's crotch.  Bud initially starts to jerk backwards, away from
my son's advances but then quickly moves back in.

Realizing what's going on I laugh to myself.  Bud probably has a raging
hard-on and not wanting to reveal it to me is now trapped and with only two
layers of thin fabric separating his cock from my boy's ass the chances of
his stiff rod going down are slim to none.

I take a minute to enjoy the scene before me;  my young whore of a son
grinding his ass into the nearly naked man leaning over him who is doing
his best to suppress a moan of pleasure.

Deciding to cut Bud a break I lean my head in under the hood as if to see
how good my boy is doing.

"That's right,"  I say.  "Righty tighty lefty loosey.  Here let me help for a
bit."  I move my hand over my son's as Bud releases his grip.  With my
head under the hood Bud is free to move off Timmy without me seeing
his predicament and that's exactly what he does.

I take Bud's place, leaning over and into my son who's standing on the
bumper of the truck.  I let out an audible sigh as I crush my cock onto my
son's small warm ass.  I don't try to fight my growing erection, instead
giving my son a few slow but firm humps as I help him tighten a bolt on
the rusty pick-ups engine.

When the bolt is tight I come out from under the hood of the truck.  I steal a
glance at Bud's shorts.  He's managed to loose his hard on but it's obvious
that he's still got a chubby.  I however am flying at high mast, my hard
cock sticking up at a ninety degree angle, tenting my boxers.  I make no
attempt at hiding it from Bud.  I see him glance at my hardened rod but he
doesn't say anything.  It might be my imagination but I swear I see Bud's
cock grow a bit, just able to make out the head of his cock poking out the
left leg of his worn boxers.

I nod my head towards Timmy who's still standing on the bumper of the
truck leaning over the engine, ass up in the air.  "Your up next."  I say
to Bud.

Bud doesn't move, but just stands there.  He takes another look at my
tented boxers then turns to look at my boy's cotton covered ass now
slowly swaying from side to side.  When he returns his gaze my way I
blatantly give my hard cock a slow stroke through the fabric of my
boxers.

"Go ahead," I instruct him, "It's all cool, the little shit loves it."

Bud hesitates for a moment more, watching me grope my hardened
cock before he moves towards my boy.  This time he makes no pretense
of working on the engine.  He presses his groin on my boy's upturned
ass and slowly grinds against it in a slightly circular motion.

Watching this big, hairy, beer bellied, tattooed and sweaty hick put his
hands on my boys small waist as he dry humps him sends a chill up my
spine and makes my cock harder than I thought it could possibly get.

I take a few steps closer to Bud and my boy, taking my hard and drooling
cock out of the confines of my boxers, tucking the waist band under my
hairy nuts.  I come alongside Bud.  He looks down at my freed manhood
and takes half a step to back to give me access to my boy's tiny rear.  I see
Bud's cock sticking out straight from the leg of his shorts.  Bud's uncut.  The
tip of his head just barely peeking out of his foreskin.  He follows my lead,
slowly stroking his hard cock, pulling back the sheath of skin revealing the
glistening, moist head.

I bring my free hand and place it on the small of my son's back to steady
him.  I take my other hand from my cock and slip my fingers under the
waistband of my son's underwear. A ripping of fabric punctuates the night
as I give my kid's tighty-whiteys a firm tug.  I yank my arm back again
and toss the torn fabric away.

Bud, still stoking his cock, places his other hand on my little boy's now
naked ass.  His rough calloused hand almost completely covers Timmy's
small pale rear.  He rub's and lightly squeezes the pale flesh.

"So smooth.."  He says, "...so small.." he continues, more to himself than
to me.  "I've thought about that day I picked up Andy at the kid's party,
when you..." he trails off.

I bring my hand down to one of my boy's tiny cheeks and pull it open.
Bud, catching on pulls open the other cheek revealing a small puffy tight
hole, ringed with a bluish tinted bruise.

"You mean when I put my finger in here?"  I say as I run my thumb down
the crevice of my young son's ass, pausing as I graze his tiny hole.

I move Bud's hand away, now spreading my tot's ass wide open with both
hands.  Leaning down I spit a big glob of my saliva onto my own son's ass
hole.

Looking at Bud, I nod my head toward the now slick hole.  "Go ahead,
try it for yourself."  I offer.

Bud looks at me briefly as if to reassure himself that he heard me right.
He places his thumb at the top cleft of my boy's ass and slowly runs it
down the kid's crack.  He stops his thumb at the puckered hole and makes
a slow circular motion, his thumb now slick with my spit. Slowly he put's
pressure on the small opening.  I find that I'm holding my breath as I see
the rough man pressing on the puffy bruised opening of my son's ass
cunt.  My cock throbs releasing a small stream of pre-cum.

A moan from my son causes Bud to pull back his thumb a bit.  I know it's
a moan of pleasure and anticipation but Bud must have taken it as an
outcry of pain or discomfort.

I sharply slap my boy's tiny pale ass which causes a yelp from him.
"Shut the fuck up!"  I snap.

Bud looks to me questioningly.  Then continues when I give him a nod
of encouragement.

He slowly but firmly presses his thumb into my boy's hole.  "Fuck he's
so warm, and tight. He always this tight?" Bud asks as he sinks his thumb
further into my son's body.

"Like a girl scouts pussy."  I reply.

"You fuck him?"  Bud almost whispers, never taking his eyes from where his
thick digit is joined with my son.

"Dump a load in him every day, sometimes two or three times if I don't
fuck his face."  I reply.  I find my mouth has gone dry as I watch Bud
penetrate my very own little boy.

"He sucks too?"  asks Bud.

"Takes every inch of it.  Little cunt loves it, can't get enough cum in
him."  I tell Bud as I work my index finger into my boy's cunt along
side his thumb.

Bud glances at my big drooling cock and gives me a disbelieving look.

"You'll see soon enough."  I boast.

Timmy starts pushing back on Bud's thumb and my finger and starts up
a slow rhythm, slowly fucking himself on our digits as he lets out a soft
purring sound.

"Fuck'in-A..." Bud whispers

"Why don't we take this party inside."  I say.

Bud gives a grunt of approval as we both slip our fingers from my son's
hungry cunt. Taking Timmy by the hips I set the child on the ground,
only wearing a pair of sneakers.  Reaching down I give his bare ass
another firm swat.

"In the house you little slut."  I command my boy.

Timmy lets out a yelp and runs for the trailer door after giving our
cocks a hungry look.

I enter the trailer after Bud and my son.  The Kitchen is too the left and
a living room to the right separated by a breakfast bar.  A hall leads
down the length of the trailer to what I assume are bedrooms and the
bathroom.  The place is shockingly clean and orderly if not a bit stark.

Bud takes a few steps into the living room, looking a bit lost, unsure of
how to proceed.  I stand by his side as my little slutty whore of a son
takes his place in front of us.  He takes my cock in both his tiny hands
and slowly strokes me back to a full erection.  Timmy takes his time,
going slow as I've trained him.  He soon moves on to Bud.

Bud throws back his head and lets out a 'fuck yeah' as my son wraps his
tiny fingers around his uncut cock.  Timmy is fascinated with Bud's
foreskin, making the head of his cock disappear and appear again.

Bud looks down at the small child stroking his cock with disbelief.

"Fuck'in-A, wish I had a little rascal like this at
home." he says.

"I can make that happen."  I reply stroking my cock.

Bud snaps his attention to me.

"What you saying?  You can make my boy into some sort of faggot?"
Bud asks with a disbelieving tone and a bit of hostility.

Timmy moves back to my cock, licking and sucking the pre-fuck juice
that's oozing out.  Bud and I take a moment to check out the little guy's
talents before I answer him.

"You see Bud, what I know and what you don't, is that your little guy
is already a cocksucker.  Not only don't you know it, but your Andy
doesn't know it either...not yet."  I pause to milk my cock, depositing
a good amount of goo on my boy's panting tongue which he promptly
swallows.

"Damn!  Your kid ate that shit."  Bud observes.

"That kid of yours..he's hungry, hungry for cum too, and cock" I continue.
"I see it in him, when he looks at men.  I could have dicked your boy a
dozen different ways at that pool party."

Bud tears his gaze away from my son's suckling mouth on my cock to
give me a menacing and threatening stare.

I keep talking.  "But there's one cock he wants above all others.  One
man's cum he wants down his throat and in his fat little cunt..that would
be you Bud.  Your little guy wants to be your best buddy, like Timmy
here is mine."  I give my tiny boy's face a couple slaps with my hard
cock.

"Your a fucking liar."  Bud growls, "My boy ain't no faggot."

Although the menacing man before me seems outraged by the
suggestion that his boy would perform perverse sexual acts for him,
I can't help but notice his cock is now rock hard, head fully exposed and
a trail of cock snot drooling on to the carpet.

Timmy, the manipulative little slut moves in to cinch the deal.  Taking
Bud's cock in both his tiny hands he begins a slow stroking motion then
brings it to within inches of his mouth.  Looking up at the big sweaty man
Timmy asks, "Daddy, can I suck your cock..please Daddy, please put you
big cock in my mouth."  He lifts Bud's drooling cock up a bit and steps
underneath it.  Dick drool steams over his cute little nose and cheeks and
into his hot, wet, pink mouth.

Bud gazes down at my little boy's face, his view partially obstructed by
his pulsating cock.  He takes a few deep ragged breaths as he watches
his juice seep from his rod into my boy's waiting mouth.

"You saying that could be my Andy?"  Bud asks, watching my boy
swallow the nasty shit leaking from his cock.

"No Bud,"  I reply,  "That is going to be your son Andy..tonight,
tomorrow morning and every day after."  Stepping closer I
slap my wet cock on my son's small face, leaving a trace of junk on
the bridge of his nose and forehead.

Bud stares at my angelic boy's upturned face, spoiled and stained by the
cock snot we've both deposited there.  A moment of silence passes, then
another.  Suddenly Bud reaches in his shorts and pulls his dick up and
out of sight.  The snap of his waistband breaks the silence.  He takes a
deliberate step back from my boy then looks me square in the face.

"I need a drink or two before we do this shit."  he says.

I do my best to hide my smile of triumph but fail miserably.  I know
we've got him, my boy and I.  It might be in five minutes or three hours
but before this night is over some boy fucking is going to happen.  I'm
secretly glad it's going down this way.  For sure I love sinking my rod into
a tot's hot flesh but I love the build up too.  When is it going to happen?
How?  Who will make the first move?  I fucking love it!

"Timmy!"  I snap.  "Go play with Andy for a bit."  I say, giving my boy
a wink.

Timmy scampers off down the hall.  Opening a door he looks inside,
enters and closes the door behind him.  I pull my hard cock up and under
the waist band of my boxers wash up in the sink then take a seat on the sofa.

"You promised me a drink."  I say to Bud.

Bud washes the grease off his own hands then pulls out a blender.
Reaching into the freezer he gets a tube of frozen lemon-aid and mixes it in
the blender with some vodka.  I accept the icy drink as Bud plops himself
down on the sofa next to me.

Bud turns on the T.V. And we make small talk for a bit while we enjoy
our drinks.  I lean that his wife ran off with a biker about a few years back
some time after Andy was born.  He had been building a house, a log
cabin but hasn't had the motivation to finish since his old lady took off.

While Bud is pouring another drink I get up and rummage through his
DVD's.  I find what I'm looking for and pop it into the player, Bud
observing what I'm doing the whole time.

He hands me another drink and sits down next to me.  "I don't usually
watch this shit when the kid's around."  he say's as the porn starts playing.

"Damn, my kid can give better head than that." I remark as we watch some
blonde slut suck a black dudes cock.

"Yeah but your cocks not that big." bud remarks, laughing as he gives me
a playful punch on the arm.

As the porno plays, Bud and I start chubbing up again.  Both of us are
soon stoking our growing dicks over our boxers.  Bud makes the first
move kicking off his boots then sliding his boxers off.  I take a minute
to admire his big uncut cock, the head barely peeking out of his fore-skin.
I follow suit, taking off my shoes and sliding my boxers off.  We both sit,
slowly stroking our growing erections.

"So, how long you been fucking around with your kid?"  Bud asks.

I start telling my story to Bud and soon the words are pouring out of me.
I start off with receiving my Dad's gold pocket watch in the mail and
continue on to tell Bud how I let my little guy think he hypnotized me
and allowed him to suck the cum right out of his daddies own cock.  I go
own to describe the struggle within myself, finally giving in to my own
perverted lust, needing to feel my cock in my son's tiny wet mouth.

As I describe how I pretended to hypnotize my boy and slowly
managed to open up his ass cunt I notice Bud's cock growing larger and
harder, his stroking becoming more deliberate.

"Whoa..Buddy,"  I say to Bud.  "Slow down.  No need to blow your
load all over that belly of yours when there's two cum hungry little
sluts just down the hall."

Bud removes his hand from his hard cock.  He looks at me for a
moment before saying.  "I don't think my Andy's into this kinda shit."

Looking Bud in the eye, I counter "You don't think your son's into
sucking this.."  I say as I reach over and wrap my fingers around Bud's
hard rod.  Bud lets out a low moan as I slowly stoke his manhood,
bringing his foreskin up and over his helmet and slowly skinning it back.
"..or your not into having his hot tiny mouth wrapped around it?"  I
ask removing my hand form his uncut cock and bringing it back to my
own.

Bud takes his hard cock in hand again and gives it a shake.  "If a
cocksucker wants this I'm not going to deny him.  I'm just saying that
you can't make my boy do it."

I can't help but laugh.. "Bud, I'm not going to make your Boy do anything
he doesn't want to do.  Why was your boy in detention anyway"

Bud sighs.. "Who knows what the brat did this time." bud says taking a
big gulp of his drink.  "..should bend the kid over my knee and teach him
a real lesson."

"Sounds good to me.  My kid's been getting into a bit of mischief too."
With that said I stand up and give a shout down the hall.  "Timmy, Andy,
get your asses in here!"

Bud, choking and coughing on his last swig of his drink jumps to his
feet, apparently not wanting his young tot finding him and I naked with
hard and dripping cocks..but too late.

I almost let out a laugh as I see my completely naked child coming down
the hall dragging the equally naked Andy behind him. Andy looks a bit
flushed, his little boy cock hard as a finishing nail.  God only knows
what's transpired in that room while Bud and I've been drinking.

Bud who had been reaching for his ragged boxers, while at the same time
reaching for the remote, stops short.  Clearly being caught he stands
uncomfortably next to me as the kid's shuffle into
the room.

Fat, little Andy's eyes go wide as saucers as he spots the hardened man
cocks protruding from Bud and I.  He looks from his dad's stiff rod then
to mine.  I catch his eye and give him a smile and a wink.  His dad
avoids his gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the turn of events.

I take a moment to enjoy the awkward moment, knowing full well where
were going and what's going to happen.  There's no stopping it now.  I
catch my boy's grinning face and see the same knowledge is written
there before he turns his lustful gaze towards Bud's uncut cock.

"All right boy's"  I address the naked children who stand before their
equally naked fathers.  "You've both been getting into a bit of trouble at
school and it's time for some punishment, some good old fashioned
discipline.

The boy's make no acknowledgment that they understand a word I've
said.  They both seem memorized by the hard fleshy tubes in front of
them.  Andy seems frozen in time, eyes locked on his dad's now
throbbing cock, eye level, just a few feet before his face.

Bud, no longer averting his gaze is just staring down at his little
fleshy and naked boy, seemingly in disbelief that his own child is so
captivated by his daddies stiff cock.  Bud grips his hard-on at the base
and ever so slowly moves it from side to side, watching in astonishment
as his own child's head turns from side to side in timing with his motions.

Bud looks over to me and I swear I've never seen such an expression of
sadness and despair on a grown man's face.  I see waves of revelation
and discovery wash over him and finally acceptance.  It's like I can read
his mind...'My son's a faggot cocksucker'.  Suddenly Bud's face hardens.
Still holding his swollen rod, he leans his hips forward and aggressively
wags his cock at his boy.

The bold and unexpected move scares his son Andy who jumps back a
step.  The frightened child looks apprehensively up at his father and is
greeted with a stern face, which slowly morphs into  a broad grin.  Andy,
seeing his dad's smile takes a step forward and giggles as his father wag's
his cock back an forth, more playfully this time.

A cold shiver runs up my spine and I break out in goose bumps.  Andy
may see a happy smiling daddy but what I see is a cold, hungry grimace.
Bud, still wagging his firm manhood looks down at his own young boy
like he's his favorite meal...something to satisfy a need.

"So you were talking about a spanking?"  Bud asks me as he turns toward
me, letting go of his cock.

That gets the kids attention.  My boy glances at me with quizzical look,
wondering where the game is going.  Andy's happy face once again takes
on a frightened and somewhat confused expression.

"Bud's right boy's..it's spanking time."  I say, supporting my new found
partner in crime.  "Both you have been up to no good and Bud and I've
talked it over and we've both had enough!"

The boy's go from shock to resignation.  Timmy makes the first move
walking over to the sofa and bending over, raising his tiny white ass into
the air he gives it a little wiggle..what a slut.

Andy slowly and reluctantly joins my Timmy on the sofa, bending over
next to my boy.  I see Timmy lean over and whisper into Andy's ear.
Andy wiggles his ass in the air, just as my son had done.  His tiny and
fleshy ass wiggles like jello as both boys giggle.

Bud and I take a moment to drink in the site before us; two pale white
tiny boy asses offered to us voluntary.

I move first, caressing my own boys  smooth tiny rear end.  I see Bud,
cock still hard watching me.  When he makes no move to join me I move
on to his boy Andy.  When my large hand first makes contact with his
boy's small pale rear Bud's body makes an involuntary aggressive jerk in
my direction.  I slowly reach out and take Bud's wrist and bring his tanned
and calloused hand to his tykes naked ass.

Bud let's out a low moan as his large hand comes into contact with his
boy's exposed flesh.  As he caresses and roughly squeezes one fleshy
cheek then the other his other hand finds his cock, slowly stoking his rigid
member.

Andy lets out a little squeal as his Dad moves his other hand down and
gives each of his fat cheeks a firm squeeze.

I break the moment by giving Timmy's ass a firm swat, eliciting a cry of
surprise from my little slut.

"Well what do you think Bud.  Think it's time to give these trouble-makers
a good spanking?"  I ask.

When I don't hear an answer I glance over at Bud.  I don't think he even
heard me.  He's too captivated by his son's tiny bare bottom which he
continues to rub and squeeze.

Another sharp slap to my boy's upturned ass not only elicits another cry
from Timmy but shakes Bud from his trance.  I give the pale tiny boy
ass in front of me another slap, encouraging Bud to join in.  Soon we're
both delivering a somewhat playful spanking to our mischievous tots.

When both boy's rear ends are properly pinked I direct them to stand
before us.  Timmy and Andy put up a pretense of being hurt and upset
but they both have smirks on their faces and show off their tanned rears
to one another, giggling all the while.

I silence the boy's and direct them to stand before Bud and I.  The
seriousness of my tone and demeanor has the intended effect of causing
some anxiety in the two naked boys.

Even in his frightened state, Andy cant help but steal glances at the two
hard adult cocks in front of him as he absentmindedly tugs on his own
baby cock.

"All right boys,"  I pronounce "I think it's time for some confessions and
apologies."

I look down at the chubby little Andy.  He can barely meet my gaze.

"OK, your first Andy,"  I say.  "Tell us what you did to get a detention."

Little Andy dropped his head and looking at his bare feet answered "I
pushed Mary Beth into the mud."

"And you Timmy?  What did you do at school?"  I said, looking down at
my own naked child.

My tiny Timmy mimics Andy's demeanor starring at feet as he begins to
unburden himself.  "Well I did something to my teacher"  he stammers.

"What did you do to your teacher?"  I demand firmly

"I...I..."  Timmy begins still looking at his feet, but as he finishes his
sentence he looks up at Bud and I as an evil grin spreads across his
face "...tried to suck off Mr. Nash."

Andy gasps at the same time his father gives a grunt of surprise.

"You know your not to suck cock without Daddy's
permission."  I scolded my son.  Funny thing is we never had such a
discussion.  As I reprimand my boy I stare intently into his eyes,
making my point clear.  "You got me boy?"  I reiterate.

"Yes Daddy."  Timmy reply's sheepishly.

My hand whips out and roughly grabs a fist full of my boy's hair.  A
sudden flash of anger overtakes me and I jerk my boy's head back
forcing him to look at me.  "I mean it Timmy!  No more games!  You
don't touch a cock without my permission!"

The events of a few hours ago in Mr. Nash's office play out in my mind.
I'll be lucky if I don't end up in jail branded a child molester.  If I do
somehow get out of this mess it's only a matter of time before Timmy's
habit get us in trouble again.  Me in prison and him in some foster home.
I have to make the boy understand.

It's like Bud and Andy are no longer present.  It's just Timmy and I, our
eye's locked onto one another.  The game we've been playing with Andy
and his Dad is over, it's just the two of us in this moment in time.

A minute passes in tense silence or is it an hour, I don't know.  Through
our locked eye's I convey the seriousness of my demand.

Timmy returns my stare, really looking at me, not as a little boy and his
father but as an equal.

"Yes Daddy, I understand."  my little boy reply's with more sincerity and
promise than I've ever heard from him.  And I believe him.  More than
believe him, I know it's true.

Bud and his son Andy fade back into reality.  I sense the tension in the air
as I glance at the two of them who are just starring at us.

"Well boy, now that that's settled I think you should apologize."  I say.

"I'm really sorry Daddy,"  Timmy reply's.

"Show me."  I say, "Show Daddy your sorry."

With that, Timmy takes a step forward and takes my cock in both is small
hands.  As he raises my fleshy rod to his mouth you could hear a pin drop
in the room.  Timmy pauses with the flaring head of my cock inches from
his tiny mouth.  "I really am sorry Daddy."  he sincerely states.  Then he
closes those tiny red baby lips around the tip of my cock.

The little guy tries and fails in getting the large head of my rod into his
mouth.  It's still difficult for the small child and sometimes I have to help
him.  Placing my hand on the back of his head I pull him forward filling
his tiny skull with my hard cock.

Timmy starts slurping and bobbing up and down on the few inches
of his daddies dick that he can fit into his mouth at this angle.

Looking down at my own little boy fellating my hard cock I take a
moment to enjoy my apology.  I look to Bud and then his son Andy.
Both their jaws have dropped in astonishment and shock at the scene
playing out before them.  Seeing Andy's open mouth I'm tempted to rip
my cock from my boy's tight mouth and stick it it the kid's fleshy opening
but I suppose his dad should be the one to pop his face cunt cherry.

Speaking, I startle our two shocked voyeurs.  "OK Andy,  Timmy here
is doing a good job saying sorry now it's your turn."

Andy looks to me questioningly while his Dad just stands there looking
down at his naked little boy, hard cock sticking straight out.

When Andy makes no movement I instruct him further.  "Take you
Daddies cock in both hands."  nodding my head  towards Bud's
engorged rod.

Andy takes a tentative step forward looking up at his Dad.  When Bud
makes no sign of protest Andy slowly reaches out both his chubby arms
and wraps both hands around his Dad's swollen member.  Bud just stands
there, still as a statue.  Holding the hard rod before him Andy turns his head
to me for further instruction.  God, I'm loving this.

"OK baby,"  I direct the boy "now grip it tightly with both your hands and
move them back and forth."

Andy readjusts his grip and cautiously moves his hands up and down on
Bud's shaft causing the foreskin to move back and forth revealing an angry
and swollen red head with every down stroke.  Still Bud stands there...
I don't think he's even breathing.

"That's called jacking a cock."  I explain to Andy.  "Or maturating.  Your
masturbating your daddy or giving him a hand job."  Encouraged by my
explanation Andy smiles and continues to jack off his Dad with renewed
vigor.  Bud's statuesque demeanor cracks a bit as he lets out a grunt of
satisfaction and a bit of drool starts forming at the tip of his cock.

"Now Andy,"  I continue  "what are you doing to your daddy?"

"I'm...I'm...doing a hand job on him"  the little boy reply's as his hands
starts to become slick with the pre-jiz leaking from his Dad.

"And your giving a hand job to your Daddy because?............"

Little Andy pauses for a moment then answers "Because I'm sorry for
getting detention again."

I beam a wide grin at the boy.  "That's right baby..that's right.  But to be
really sorry your going to have to suck off your Daddy.  Do you know
what that means?  To suck cock, to give head?"

Andy bashfully shakes his head no while he continues to manipulate his
Dad's cock.

"Look at you friend Timmy here."  I nod toward my own boy who's busily
drinking the creamy nectar flowing from my hard cock.  "That's sucking
cock.  Timmy's giving me head."  We all look at Timmy who's oblivious to
whats going on, contently jacking me off with his face stuffed to overflowing
with my hardened cock, swallowing any and all of my nasty seed he can get.

Andy hearing my words looks at the flaring and now drooling hard cock of
his dad only inches from his face.  The attention starved tyke only hesitates
for a fraction of a second before diving on the stiff rod.  Andy's suck hole
is a bit bigger than my own boys so it only takes him a few seconds to
work the end of his Dad's cock into his moist head hole.

This causes a loud gasp form Bud who exhales slowly and then gives a
sharp inhale as he feels his young son's tongue start to work on the
sensitive head of his cock.  Bud just stares down at his tiny son who's
busy giving the first, and certainly not the last, blow job of his life.

I drink in the moment, enjoying the feeling of my boy's too tight mouth
trying desperately to get as many inches of my manhood as possible pass
his stretched pink lips.  At the same time I stare intently at Andy busily
sucking his Dad's thick cock for the first time.  Life is fucking good!

My reverie is broken by Bud's sudden moments.  He takes a deliberate
step back, his cock pulling out of his son's mouth with a wet suction.

Andy just stands there dumfounded and confused, his chin wet with his
own saliva as well as his fathers dick drool.

Bud stares down at his own little boy's face that he had just penetrated for
the first time.  His face is a mask, impossible to read.  He makes his way
to the sofa and plops down and spreads his legs a bit.  Pointing at his boy
he snaps his fingers and points to the floor in front of him.

Andy slowly makes his way over to his Bud his attention shifting from
his Dad's face to the stiff rod point straight up in his lap.

Bud takes his son by the shoulder, gaining his full attention.  Taking his
hard cock in the other hand he asks his boy "You like sucking  my cock
boy?"

"Yes Daddy," Andy reply's "..it, um..tastes good too."

Bud moves his hand from his son's naked shoulder to gently caress the
boy's face.  "Tastes good" he mutters under his breath.  Bud wipes some
of the nasty shit from his son's chin and inserting the digit into his son's
mouth, feeds him the slime.  "Your a good boy Andy" Bud say's still
caressing his son's small smooth face with his rough hands.

Andy lets go with a wide grin.   I think it's the first time I've seen the kid
smile in the presence of his Dad.

Bud leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on his boy's forehead then
placing his hand on his son's shoulder brings the kid to his knees and
playfully wags his hard-on at the boy.

Andy goes in for another round of cock sucking when he pauses and looks
up at his father.  "Daddy?  am..am I your best buddy"

For the first time Bud's face show's some emotion.  Cracking a smile he
reply's "Sure, you and me best buddies" as he chuckles then brings the boy's
head into his lap.

Little Andy wastes no time and stuffs his mouth full of as much of his
Dad's hard cock as he can get.  I swear I can see the Kid still smiling
which is impossible seeing as how his lips form a big round 'O'
wrapped around the stiff rod in his mouth.

Bud leans back on the sofa and watches his boy bob and slurp on his
hard dick then reaching for the remote turns off the porn and turns the
cable on to football.

"Games on." he says and motions for me to join him on the sofa.

For the full first half Bud and I sit and watch the game while our two
little boys do their best to suck, jack, lick and slurp every drop of nectar
they can get from their Daddies drooling cocks.  All the while Bud and I
are shooting the shit, drinking beers and watching the game.

At some point we switch partners and as I watch the chubby little Andy go
down on me I realize he's number three.

"What's that?"  Bud asks me.  "You said 'three'"

I'm startled not realizing I spoke aloud.  "Yeah, this is my third.  Your
Andy here's the third little boy I've had swinging off the end of my cock."
And shit the kid's a natural.  He's getting half my length down his gullet
and not even gagging.  "And oh God, he's good at it."  I moan.

"Um, Tom.."  Bud says, nodding toward my boy.  "We seem to have a
bit of a problem here.

Looking down I see my boy trying in vain to get Bud's cock head into his
mouth.

"Yeah, he needs some help sometimes."  I say as I reach over with both
hands, one taking hold of Bud's cock at it's base and the other I grab a
fistful of Timmy's hair on the back of his head and forcibly shove Bud's
cock into my son's mouth.

Bud lets out a moan of pleasure then a "Whoa, not so rough."  as he knocks
my hand away.

Chuckling I say, "Rough?  That ain't anything Buddy" and with that I
reach over once again grasping my son's small skull in one hand and
really start driving him down onto Bud's shaft.  Again and Again I ram
my kid's face down on Bud's now steel hard rod giving him a rough face
fucking.

Bud throws back his head and shouts out "Oh fuck, oh God.." over and
over.

As I ease up and slow down, Bud comes back to his senses.  "God Damn!
That's some good head." he exclaims.

"Bud my buddy that's just the start of it."  I slip my dick out
of Andy's mouth while ripping my kid off of Bud's cock.  I have the two
little boy's switch position then really start fucking Timmy's mouth.  With
two fist fulls of hair I roughly drive my Daddy dick into my son's face.

Bud looks on in astonishment and horror.  Just when I'm about
convinced that he's not going to join in on the fun I see little Andy
approach his Dad and look up expectantly at him with a twinge of fear
and...hope?

Bud reaches out and gently strokes his boy's hair.  He pauses for a
minute and glances over at me as now I'm not only driving my son's head
down on my cock but thrusting my hips upwards, trying to get as many
inches I can into it's gullet.  Bud's gentle hands slowly turn to fists and in
those fists is his boy's hair.  With a manly grunt Bud drives his hard and
dripping cock into his boys waiting face cunt and fucks it.

The air is filled with a sick, wet, slurping and gagging from the boys and
grunting and moaning from Bud and I.  Soon we're fucking in time with
each other.  I put off my orgasm for as long as I can but when I sense Bud's
coming climax I can't hold off any longer.  Both boy's mouths and throats
are soon being filled with jet's of semen from the two grown men fucking
their angelic faces.

Bud and I recover from our simultaneous orgasms as our small tykes
lick all traces off jiz from our cocks, balls and anywhere else they can
find the pearly white goo.

We shoo the boy's off to the shower and continue to watch the game and
chat.  Not surprisingly the dominate topic of conversion is how fucking
awesome having small, tight, smooth little boy flesh wrapped around our
hard cocks feels.  I describe to Bud how to properly position his boy to get
the full length of his manhood into the his little guys tiny throat so he can
really deep throat him.  Bud asks me about his boy being the third kid I've
put my dick to.  He's shocked when I tell him about Kevy and that he's
almost two years younger than his own boy.

I had intended to stay and see if I can manage to get my dick into Andy's
tight little boy pussy and just the thought of Bud here fucking my own boy's
small ass cunt has me chubbing up.  It is however getting late and to say the
day's events have me exhausted is an understatement.

During the drive home I keep thinking about Bud being shocked that I've
had three little guys on my dick.  Thinking about it, I know I want more,
will have more.  I wonder what number will satisfy my lust; Timmy's
entire class would be a nice start. Picturing all those little guys impaled
on my hard adult cock has me horny.  Glancing over at my boy asleep in
the passenger seat I put the pedal down and race home.

End of Chapter 07

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