Little Barry Jr. loves his Daddy. You can tell by the way his eyes light up when he hears my voice. Although, right now, I can't see his eyes. At this moment, all I can see is his cheeks - the cheeks of his cute little ass. And those cheeks are wet with Daddy's saliva as I drag my tongue up and down and all around his quivering, little toddler boy hole, stopping every once in a while to plant my mouth over it so I can drill my tongue in and out of that sweet little hole, causing his baby sphincter to expand and contract around it. His little legs are quivering in his frenzied pleasure, which only drives me wilder with each lap, slurp, suck, and stab of my tongue. Giving my boy pleasure gives me pleasure. And vice versa.

The other reason I can't see little Barry Junior's eyes is because, while I'm on my knees, holding his squirming little legs as I feast on his delicious little ass, he's on his back, with his face just below my cock, nursing on it to get his "formula", much like any nine month old would nurse on a nipple from a baby bottle to get their own sustenance. On those times when I can see his eyes while he's nursing, I'm sometimes amazed he hasn't managed to suck the head right off o my cock, the way his little cheeks are moving, one second puffing out like a bull frog, the next closing tight as he swallows Daddy's homemade pre-formula, which I somehow manage to keep at a constant trickle for who knows how long, in order to keep his thirst quenched, his hunger sated. I'm fortunate to have been blessed with a nice long foreskin, which really does act like a nice, rubbery, succulent nipple when it comes to feeding time. Of course, that nipple doesn't last long, as it retracts once his little lips and gums start vacuuming it, a sucking action which could put a Dyson Cyclone to shame.

Once little Barry Junior (OK, let's just cut it short, and stick with BJ) has made quick work of the nipple, and the ruby red head of his milky bottle is revealed, that's when his pleasure, and my work, starts. His pleasure, because my quick little learner (or was it instinct) knows that he can really get his feeding flow started by furiously stabbing the tip of his little tongue in and around the dripping hole, while his lips also lube the head with his warm boyspit, trying to fit the head into his mouth. He can't yet, but you can see the determination on his face. As for "my work", well my work is managing not to end his hot little feeding sessions all too quickly. Don't want to spoil the little tyke, after all. The best things in life come when you work for them, so why not let him learn that early on, right? But I digress.

Back to the present. While I drive my boy mad with pleasure, drowning his immature little hole with warm, incestuous Daddy saliva, I manage to keep from exploding only by the fact that baby BJ stops every so often and removes my trickling cock head from his furiously, Hoovering puffy lips to lap at the underside of my cock. Not because he knows that I'll last longer that way. No, it's because the greedy little cocksucker is maneuvering in order to catch the constant flow from another feeding source - and that's another constant flow of delicious, baby-satisfying liquid pleasure, which happens to be flowing from my asshole, down my balls, all along the underside of my cock, and at this moment, onto his tiny lapping tongue.

Just before that, it had been flowing down my cock, which was locked between his little gums, and leaking all over his puffy, ruby red lips, and down his cheeks. If I could see his face, I'm sure he'd look like he'd just had his head stuck under a shower head and hadn't yet been dried off. Only, the facial shower he was now enjoying was quite different from ordinary H2O. It was thicker...stickier...and much tastier. He's been switching like that for some time now...from the flow of his Daddy's baby-making, formula-producing, throbbing milk bottle, to one of the other sources of his sustenance. As usual, when Wilson finally did shoot his wad, he deposited such a huge load, my ass can't hold it all. Added to the fact that the constant stabbing of his fat cock at my asshole, my own quivering sphincter has dilated enough so that it allows his freshly deposited spooge to leak out around his cock, which right now is still buried up my ass to the hilt as he comes back to Earth from the delights of his own, long sought after, and much deserved orgasmic pleasure.

Yes, Wilson is quite the cummer. He shoots lots of precum, too. And his hot syrup had been leaking from his cock the whole time he was stabbing at my asshole, bathing my own cheeks and hairy asshole with his BJ-feeding juice. And each time Wilson pulled his throbbing meat from my asshole as he punched in and out of me, he managed to drag some of that cock slop from my hole, allowing it to flow down my hairy crack, matting my hair, and trickling down like a slow, flowing, nutritious river of cum, now being collected by my sweet baby BJ, bathing his taste buds with a pleasure he's enjoyed many times, from just about the day he was born.

Who is Wilson, you might be wondering? Wilson is my 2-year old, 90 pound Rottweiler. Yes, much like my boy is being raised on incest cock and cum, he's also being raised on K9 cock and cum, just like his Daddy and my half-brothers, which will also be the case of his half-brothers, much like MY Daddy and his half-brothers. (And like the other dogs over the course of my life, Wilson was trained to deliver his hot doggie spooge to tight male holes, as well as feeding hungry boy mouths.) Why only half-brothers, you ask? Well, once our boys are born, we never stick around. Whichever woman was in our life prior to the birth has served their purpose. And once our incestuous little cocksuckers are born, Daddy and boy, with the help of our other male relatives, disappear at the soonest available moment. That's one reason we always insist on knowing the sex of the baby before birth. We usually tell the bitch it's so we can plan ahead on how to shop for clothes and decorate the nursery, which they think is sooooo thoughtful. But if the test reveals that she won't be delivering a little pleasure-boy, there's no need to stick around for the birth. We're out of there and in search of our next attempt at continuing our family tradition of populating our "males only" ranch, which has been in the family for generations, for who knows how long.

Much like BJ, I couldn't tell you about the first time my little tummy was satisfied with the filling of deliciously sweet, incestuous Daddy cum, since it was within the first 24 hours of entering this world. And within days, Daddy was able to whisk me away to our family's special place in the world where men, boys, and dogs all give each other the kinds of pleasures that only men, boys, and dogs can give each other. Within hours of mine and Daddy's arrival there, I'd pleasure many family members, simply by attaching my newborn, nursing lips to the nipples atop their fleshy baby bottles, and instinctively sucking at the sweet trickling milk, a trickle which would soon change to blasts, the first of which I'd choke on and sputter, some flowing out of my mouth and onto my face, but the rest of which would eventually flow down my little throat, and into my tiny belly, once the source of nutrition was returned to my cummy lips after the first few blasts had turned into a slower flow, as whoever was feeding me at the time slowly milked their cock till there was nothing left to deliver.

Oh man! (Back to the present.) Wilson's huge knot has finally deflated enough to allow him to pullout of me, causing an ounces-full load of doggie-spooge creampie to blast out of me and covering little BJ in a showering combination of hot doggy ejaculation and Daddy's ass-lubricating juice. In an instant, I reverse position and grab Wilson's hot, still hard, still throbbing, and most importantly still squirting, delicious red rocket and shove it into my mouth, tasting that hot delicious K9 cum still covering it from the squirting tip, right down to the base above his knot, which is still too big to get into my mouth. It's a taste I can't describe, but it's one I can't resist. His hot tube is still squirting and throbbing as it enters my tight throat, as it is when I back off, right down to the nib at the tip of that veiny, mottled piece of of hot, steely-hard dog flesh, the sight of which always drives me wild, and the taste of which drives me even wilder. As I'm doing this, I reach up and place my hand around the base of his deflating knot, squeezing slightly, which makes him start to inflate again, thinking he's still locked inside a bitch, which sends more cock-inflating blood into that hard piece of doggie boy-joy.

I alternate between dragging my tongue across the dripping hole at the top of the nip, which causes him to squirt even more post-orgasmic mutt juice, then to nursing on it, allowing the squirts to blast across my tongue, the taste causing me to moan and make my cock throb, since I haven't come yet myself. I do this for about a half a minute, before pulling off and lowering the squirting tip to BJ's mouth, since the poor little guy has had nothing to nurse on since I turned around to grab Wilson before he got away. Wilson's cock is squirting so much, that between the time it's left my mouth and gotten to BJ's hot little cocksucking lips, he's already sent two squirts across BJ's face on its descent. Not to worry, as not one drop of liquid will go to waste.

Since I bring Wilson's cock down only far enough for the nib to reach BJ's lips, that's the only part he can lock his suctioning lips onto, but even better since that's what keeps the flow constantly blasting across his own toddler tongue, warming his throat, and eventually filling his boy belly with a joy juice he's so come to love. BJ's suctioning must have really started Wilson flowing again because his little Adam's apple is jumping up and down so fast, I'm surprised it doesn't bust out his little throat.

Such hotness. Such mind blowing, cock sucking, perverted, incestuous display is just about enough for me. I can feel my own baby batter boiling in my balls. Moving quickly, I pull Wilson's cock from BJ's suctioning lips, and bring myself so his Daddy's baby maker is right at BJ's lips, while at the same time, slurping Wilson's thirst-quenching rocket into my mouth. I don't even get the chance to deliver one stroke of my own cock, as my hand is only halfway up and I'm already exploding. I knew it would be too much, and I somehow had the good sense to pull out of BJ's mouth so the first few blasts wouldn't choke the poor boy. Good thing, because my first blast usually comes out fast, hard, and thick. I delivered two blasts across his lips and cheek, before placing it back at his lips, which hadn't stopped moving, as if they were still sucking some imaginary bottle. I delivered a few more good sized shots, which BJ's learned to handle by now, before the flow slows to a slow trickle. Having Wilson's squirting cock in my own mouth keeps me worked up enough, even post-orgasm, to flow a little longer and feed my boy the Daddy milk he craves. Eventually, the sucking action of my little cock addict becomes too much, and I pull my sensitive, but still throbbing, cock head from his lips. Two down. One to go. Wilson has gotten his freak on and so have I. Now it's little BJ's turn to have his little boy body experience some sensory overload of his own.

I pull Wilson's cock from my mouth but I don't let him go. I bend down over BJ's face, licking up all that hot tasting, but now cooling, doggie and daddy cum that he has splattered all over his face. A little I let slide down my throat, but the rest I hold in my mouth. Grabbing Wilson's collar, I maneuver around again, so my mouth is above my boy's sweet little crotch, pulling Wilson along with me. I slowly spit the combined Doggy-Daddy sperm loads all over my boy's cock and balls, much of which trickles down all along his boy crack, wetting his little virginal pucker. Lifting his legs again, I engulf his little boy genitals, cock and balls, in one fell swoop. Since dogs are naturally inclined to clean their own cocks of their post orgasmic love juice, along with the fact that Wilson loves the taste of my Daddy cum, he naturally begins dragging his sandpapery surfaced tongue across BJ's tiny little hole, the first swipe of which drives the boy wild. And as his rough tongue makes its way up the boy crack, it meets the upper lip, bringing some of his come and mine along with it. As he's driving the little one mad with the down swipe of that wide, "ruff" tongue, I move up a bit, releasing BJ's little nut sack from my mouth, but keeping my hot mouth around his now hard-as-nails, starting-to-quiver baby cock, all the while flicking my own, not so rough Daddy tongue across his own sensitive head.

On Wilson's next upstroke, his tongue has swiped across BJ's now exposed ball sack. That's all it takes. It's time. As my hot baby boy is driven to the heights of his own indescribable pleasure, his little legs start shaking uncontrollably, and having ingested so much liquid nourishment over the course of our playtime, his little bladder releases a delicious torrent of baby boy urine into my awaiting mouth. Mmmmm....I let it fill my mouth, swish it around to savor the flavor, and gulp it down, just like the next few gulps.

By the time I shoo Wilson away from BJ's quivering body, and I release his quickly softening boy flesh from my tongue, my boy is almost asleep, worn out from the pleasure of a feeding frenzy he's come to enjoy.

Now that we're all just about down from the heights of man-boy-dog pleasure, I begin to get up off of my aching knees so I can put BJ down for his nap. It's only when I hear the first few claps, followed by much more applause and hooting and hollering, I'm reminded of the couple dozen spectators, namely cousins, uncles, grandfathers, etc, some of whom were there form the start of our little show in the large living room of our home, and some who showed up later after hearing that another live sex show was happening, open for all to view, just like many of male-only copulations that occur all over our little happy place, known only to us, made only for us. I ask you, can it get any better than this.