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Caution/Welcome: This is an intergenerational tale involving the love
and sexual relationship between a man, his young boy-wife, and their
infant son. In the first part of this story, Billy, a six year-old boy,
was impregnated by Bobby, a husky forty-year-old truck driver.
In Part 6, Billy helped a new friend, eight-year-old Aaron, find a
boylover and obtained the special anal suppositories from the mysterious
ancient for him. Thinking the suppositories are anal drugs, Aaron's
sixteen-year-old stepbrother and his eighteen-year-old friend took two,
with unexpected results. Part 7 begins with Bobby, now 42, Billy, having
just had his ninth birthday, and their miracle child, Billy Bob, now two,
guiding Billy's eight-year-old friend, Aaron, and his thirtyyear-old
boylover, John, in their newfound relationship. This story is for posting
at free adult gay story sites only and may not be copied electronically nor
in print form for redistribution or posting at unauthorized sites.
Comments and story suggestions are always welcome and can be forwarded to
the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
Making a Baby - 07
"But Mo-om!"
"Billy."
"Dad?" the nine-year-old boy asked desperately.
"You heard your mom."
"But it's tomorrow! Please, just this time."
"And if we say yes, then it will be just the next time, and the time
after that."
"No it won't. I promise."
"No, Billy."
"But it's tomorrow! We made plans. And you know we did," the boy said
angrily, his turquoise eyes flashing behind his long blond eyelashes.
"And we've thought about it and decided no."
"But why?"
"We've told you already. You and Bobby are seeing too much of each
other. Your dad and I think you should be spending more time with children
your age."
"But we haven't seen each other hardly at all all month. Bobby's been
busying trucking."
"Still, you have seen a lot of each other."
"We love each other."
"Of course. And we are glad you are so close. But it isn't natural for
a boy to spend so much time with adults. We just want you to have some
friends your age."
"But I have friends my age! Lots of them!"
"Billy, stop arguing with us. Now that's final."
"It's not fair!" the boy protested, his face turning red.
"You want us to tell Bobby?"
"No! I'll tell him!" Billy shouted. Getting to his feet, he raced
outside, slamming the door behind him.
As he headed up the street, he bit his lower lip trying to hold back the
tears. He was nine now, as of six days ago. He had even grown another
quarter of an inch. When you are nine years old and
four-foot-three-and-a-quarter, you don't cry. He blinked the tears from
his big, turquoise eyes but he could not hold back the flow and they
trickled down his flushed cheeks. This was just not fair! He and Bobby
hadn't seen much of each other all month because Bobby had been on the road
and he was back in school, and he was really looking forward to the
overnight camping trip. He had so much to tell his friend, and wanted so
much to be with him. It wasn't fair, he thought angrily as he kicked the
pebble in front of him. It just wasn't fair.
"Hey Billy!"
Billy turned and looked up the street. It was his new pal, Aaron. The
eight-year-old had a grin on his face that Billy could see half a block
away. Billy quickly wiped his eyes and his cheeks with the back of his
hand
"Guess what?" Aaron asked excitedly as he joined his best buddy.
"What?"
"I found the other two pill things."
"Yeah? Great," Billy said, knowing immediately what he was referring
to. "Where did you find them?"
"They were there in my drawer all along. It's way weird, cuz I emptied
my drawer right out yesterday, but when I opened it this morning, there
they were, right in plain sight."
"Maybe they got rolled up in a sock, or your underwear or something."
"Maybe, but I searched and double searched everything the night before."
"Well, you got them anyway."
"Yeah, and I put them in my desk this time for safe keeping."
"Good plan."
"So where ya headin'?"
"To Bobby's."
"Yeah? Way cool. I'll let ya go then."
"No, it's not way cool," Billy said as he stared down at the sidewalk.
Aaron had been so excited about finding the suppositories he hadn't
noticed his friend's tear-stained cheeks until then. "What do you mean?"
"I can't go on the camping trip tomorrow."
"You can't? That's a bummer. Why not?"
"My mom and dad think I'm spending too much time with Bobby and should
be spending more time with my friends."
"Wow! That's way bad."
"Yeah. I tried to tell them otherwise, but they wouldn't listen."
"Parents think they know everything sometimes."
"Yeah. And sometimes they don't know nothing," Billy said angrily. It
was not typical for the usually cheerful tousled-haired blond to be so
bitter, but this was a major disappointment.
"So whatcha gonna do?"
"Tell him I can't go I guess."
"That's too bad. I know you was really looking forward to it."
"Yeah. We haven't seen each other for like two weeks."
"Wow. Bet you're feeling way horny," Aaron said sympathetically. That
was a new word for him, and a new concept, thanks to his best buddy.
"Oh yeah. That part I was really looking forward to," Billy said,
exchanging a knowing grin with his new friend. "Hey, how's it going with
you and John anyway?"
"Way awesome."
"Cool," Billy said with a smile as he thought back to his first two
weeks with Bobby. That had been so hot.
"I wish we could spend the whole night together once, like you and Bobby
do. That would be so way cool."
"Yeah, sleeping together is awesome, especially after fucking."
"You're way lucky."
"Was lucky."
"Oh, yeah."
"You know, you and John could spend a night together."
"How?"
"You could tell your mom you was staying over at my place, and instead
you and John could be together."
"You could do the same," Aaron observed, his face brightening with the
thought. "You can say you are at my place, but instead you and Bobby could
go camping."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"That way your mom and dad would think you were with guys your age too,"
Aaron added, his blue-green eyes sparkling as he thought more about the
idea.
"Yeah, they would," Billy said, his face brightening as he considered
the idea also. "Hey, you wanna come meet him?"
"Sure."
Bobby's wife wasn't home from work yet so he was able to entertain his
two young guests freely, a problem Billy hadn't considered. Billy Bob was
having his afternoon nap so they sat in the kitchen and talked softly.
Bobby found some store-bought cookies and two tins of 7 Up. In the course
of the conversation the young boy told his lover the plan they had come up
with on the way over.
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Sure. Why not?" Billy asked with a shrug. It was a bluff. Deep down
inside he didn't want to.
"I really want to spend the weekend with you, but are you sure you want
to go camping that badly that you'd lie to your folks?"
"Yeah. I do want to go that badly," Billy announced firmly as he looked
up at Bobby, his big turquoise eyes dead serious. That was the truth.
"But I don't like lying," he added with a frown. That part was the truth
too, and his voice quavered.
"I don't like to lie to my mom and dad neither," said Aaron in support
of his buddy.
Bobby looked at the two boys sitting across the kitchen table from him.
It would be wonderful if everyone could be so innocent and so honest.
It was a rotten world that created situations like this, situations that
forced decent children to lie. "Well, perhaps we have a way out of this,"
he said after thinking a few moments.
"How?"
"Suppose I offer to take you and Aaron up to the cabin? That way you
can spend time with each other, like your parents want, and neither of you
would have to lie. And maybe John can come join us," he said, glancing
over at Aaron with a knowing smile.
"Way awesome!" the two boys announced, happy grins replacing their
serious faces.
"I don't like to lie," repeated Aaron.
"Told ya Bobby was way smart," Billy beamed.
He finished off his can of pop with a loud burp and the two boys
laughed. At that moment Billy Bob woke up from his nap and came toddling in
from his bedroom. Upon seeing his little father, he raced to him on his
short, wobbly little legs and leaped up into his lap. Kissing each other
on the lips, the two embraced tightly. As Aaron watched the two, he
smiled. He could not wait to have his own baby boy to love.
So Bobby drove the boys home and approached Billy's parents. They were
reluctant to change their minds, and apologetically but firmly stated their
position. They said they understood how he could form a bond with their
son, and they said they had appreciated the breaks while he had looked
after him, but they did feel their son needed to be spending more time with
children his age. Little did they realize just what the bond was between
the man and boy or they would have been on the phone to the police having
him arrested, not sitting in their living room being apologetic. After
much persistence, and largely due to Billy's long, dejected look and
sorrowful eyes besides the fact that his new friend would be joining them,
they finally agreed to the modified weekend plan.
As soon as the problem was resolved, Billy phoned Aaron, and as Aaron
had predicted, his parents didn't care if he went or not as long as it
didn't cost them anything. Aaron immediately called John, and as Bobby had
predicted, the boylover promised that he would find some way to join them.
That night none of the four could sleep in anticipation of the next day.
Nine o'clock Saturday morning, Bobby's motorhome pulled up to Billy's.
The nine-yearold boy had been packed and sitting by the window for
forty-five minutes, and at the sight of the camper he gave his mom a quick
hug, hollered goodbye to his dad, and raced down the walk. Aaron joined
them seconds later, explaining as he handed his overnight bag to Bobby,
that he was late because he'd forgotten something important and had to run
back and get it. He gave Billy a sly look as Bobby turned to stow away the
bag and he held his thumb and index finger threequarters of an inch apart
and the two boys grinned.
As they headed out to Bobby's cabin, he asked them how school was going,
and for the rest of the trip the boys talked nonstop about their new
teacher and the new things they were learning while Billy Bob played with
his toys in the back of the motorhome. Both were good students, and
although they moaned about having to get up to go to school and not having
enough holidays like all boys their age, they both enjoyed school and
learning. It was a rare opportunity to be honest and talk about the things
they liked about school, and they took advantage of it.
Arriving at the cabin, they set to work cleaning up the yard and getting
it ready for winter, which was the reason Bobby had given his wife for
going away for the weekend, although it was a month earlier than they
usually did that. Finding such preparations a chore, she was more than
willing to let him go on his own. The two boys, on the other hand, found
raking the leaves and helping Bobby fun, and they felt important helping
out. For Bobby, just being with the boys made the time fly by, and seeing
the pride and enjoyment they were getting out of helping made the routine
chore actually fun for him too. So, it was a win-win situation for
everyone.
At noon John arrived, and after cooking hot dogs for lunch, the five
headed down to the lake. Aaron hadn't thought to bring his swim suit, but
there being nobody else around, that did not prove to be a problem. The
idea of going skinny dipping appealed to the two boys, and to their two
lovers. While the boys romped in the water and played with Billy Bob, who
would rather be out of his diapers than in them anyway, the men sat on the
beach and watched and got acquainted. Mostly they talked about their jobs,
and how warm it was for the end of September, and football. There were
other things they wanted to talk about, and things that John especially
wanted to ask about, but neither was brave enough to broach those topics.
Eventually running out of things to talk about, they stripped and joined
the boys in the water.
For the three boys, the arrival of the two naked men was perfectly
natural and didn't warrant more than an initial glance of curiosity at
their privates. After an hour in the lake those privates were not much
bigger than those of the boys anyway. What with tossing a beach ball to
each other in the lake, dunking each other in a game of tag, and swimming
with each other, the afternoon passed by quickly.
Leaving the boys building a space city on the beach, the men went up to
the cabin and barbequed hamburgers for supper. Sitting there at the picnic
table on the patio, the two men watched the three boys enjoy the simple
supper as only young boys could. As Billy dipped a fry into the ketchup
and stuck the end in his mouth and sucked on it Bobby felt an ache between
his legs. Other than a quickie two weeks ago, it had been a month since
they had been together, and he was aching to make love with the boy. As
Billy took another fry, a dollop of ketchup dripped onto his chest. Bobby
flipped it up with his finger and popped it in his mouth and the boy and
his lover exchanged smiles.
John was watching Aaron just as intently. As the boy chewed happily on
the burger, his cheeks stuffed out like a little chipmunk, John wanted to
take him up in his arms and smother him with kisses and love. He had never
felt so happy and blessed as he did that day. It was so wonderful just
being with him, enjoying such simple things as having a burger together.
Just seeing the sparkle in his eyes and the happy smile on his face made
the trip out here worthwhile. He had been worried about meeting Bobby, and
had almost cancelled out. At the beginning he'd felt uncomfortable,
knowing the relationship Bobby had with Billy, and knowing that Bobby knew
he and Aaron also had a sexual relationship. As the day had progressed,
that part of their relationship just seemed to be a natural extension of
their love.
None of them noticed Billy Bob sitting in his high chair and glancing at
one and then the other. His turquoise eyes had a serious look in them, as
if the two-year-old was deep in thought, and occasionally his eyes would
narrow and the corner of his mouth would curl as if he were thinking some
erotic thought. Then the next moment he happily smashed his little fist
into his burger and raised the mashed mess to his face, which was already
smeared with ketchup and hamburger relish along with his arms, curly blond
hair, little chest, and chubby little legs.
After the meal they played catch and as it got darker, hide and seek,
Bobby and Billy Bob acting as a team of course. Then they lit a fire in
the fire pit and roasted marshmallows. It was a calm, clear night, with a
full moon and the stars shining brightly in a night air scented with wood
smoke.
"Well," said Bobby. "It has been a glorious day."
"Oh yeah, awesome," agreed Billy.
"A wonderful day," John commented as he stretched.
"A perfect day," observed Aaron.
"More?" asked Billy Bob, reaching for the marshmallows.
"One more, little guy," said Bobby. "That's all."
"Thath awl?" he asked with his big, turquoise eyes.
"Yes. We don't want you getting a little tummy ache."
"I'll roast it," offered Billy eagerly.
"Ah, Bobby?" said John softly as he stroked his beard, something he did
when he was deep in thought.
"Yeah?"
"I wonder if we might talk a moment."
"Sure," the big man said with a shrug.
The two men walked across the lawn over to the patio and stood there
leaning against the railing and looking out across the lake.
"You wanted to talk about something?" Bobby asked.
"Well, yes. I appreciate your offer to let Aaron and me sleep in your
motorhome tonight."
"Hey, no problem."
"Well, the thing is, I don't have to tell you, well, sleeping probably
won't be the only thing Aaron and I will be doing tonight," the man said
uncomfortably.
"I expected not," Bobby said with a smile.
"You don't mind, us, well, in your bed, you know."
"There has been plenty of that type of exercise in that bed," Bobby said
with a grin.
"I just wanted to be sure. I don't own a sleeping bag, and it was
difficult enough to get away for overnight, without having to explain why I
needed to bring my own linen."
"No problem. If you've been feeling the way I have today, I would
imagine you can't wait to get into bed with Aaron, and if Aaron is anything
like my Billy, I'm sure it will be many hours before you two do any
sleeping."
John smiled and then looked over at the fire pit. "They're wonderful,
aren't they," he said, making it more a statement than a question.
"Absolutely."
They stood there listening to the giggling and chatter of the three
boys.
"No, Billy Bob, no more marshmallows," they heard Billy admonish.
"That's certainly a cute little tyke you have there."
"A real bundle of love," Bobby agreed. "And a bundle of energy," he
added.
"Billy really seems devoted to him."
"Yeah. Wish there was some way he could spend more time with his son."
John looked at him with surprise. "His son?"
Bobby looked over at the younger man. He was certain Billy had told him
the thirty-yearold construction worker and Aaron not only knew about their
miracle child, but were in the middle of making their own. "You did know
Billy Bob is our son."
"Yours and Billy's," John observed, humouring his host.
"Yes. Aaron has talked to you about you two having your own baby,
hasn't he?"
"Yes, he certainly has," John said with a chuckle. "Has this notion
that these haemorrhoid suppositories he got will make him pregnant."
"Those aren't for haemorrhoids."
"They aren't?" John asked, still humouring the big trucker.
Bobby looked at him blankly, not sure what his little friend had told
him and how he should proceed.
"You have to be joking," John said with a smile. They had only known
each other for a few hours, and he wasn't sure how to take this
conversation.
"That two-year-old-boy look like a joke?" Bobby asked, nodding to the
fire pit.
"But that can't be possible."
"Oh, but it is," Bobby assured him.
The two looked out at the boys on the lawn in silence.
"You're serious," John observed.
"Very," replied Bobby, continuing to look out at the two loves of his
life. "How do you feel about that?" he asked when John didn't comment.
"How do I feel? If it's possible, there is nothing I'd like more," John
replied, continuing to look over at the boys at the campfire also.
"You believe me?" Bobby asked as he turned and looked at John.
"A month ago I'd never have believed I'd have a day like today, or
anything like the past two weeks," John admitted, turning and looking at
the older man. "Impregnating an eight-yearold boy isn't that much more of
a stretch."
Bobby laughed. He knew exactly how the younger man was feeling. The
disbelief in the tone of his voice and the wishful thoughts in his soft
brown eyes were painfully evident. Bobby thought back to the days where
he'd tried to choose between the logic of his mind and the desire of his
heart.
"If you don't mind putting out the fire, I think it's time Aaron and I
retired for the night," John finally said, interrupting his thoughts.
"I think there's going to be a few fires ignited tonight," Bobby said
with a grin as he stood up. He felt sorry for the confused
thirty-year-old, and at the same time knowing what the future held for him,
extremely happy for him.
As for John, the man struggled with the thoughts running through his
mind as they headed back to the fire pit. His concern about having sex in
a stranger's bed had been replaced with far more complex concerns. Bobby
seemed like a decent sort of man, not the type to have delusions, but the
man had to have some mental problems here. In his heart, John wanted what
he'd just heard to be true, but in his mind he knew it was impossible. His
real concern was not about Bobby, nor his own inner conflict of reason and
emotion. His real concern was how disappointed Aaron would be when reality
hit and the boy realized it was all wishful thinking.
By the time he'd walked across the lawn, John had decided he would have
to start preparing the boy for that disappointment now, and this night was
just as good as any. From the gleam in the eight-year-old's blue-green
eyes when he suggested they call it a night, he knew what the boy was
thinking, and even if it going to ruin a perfect day and prevent them from
having a fantastic night, they had to have a serious discussion. The last
thing he wanted to do was to have the boy get hurt.
"This is so way cool," Aaron gushed as he sat down on the bed in the
motorhome and bounced.
"It is a nice motorhome."
"No, I mean today. It's been the best day of my life."
"Mine too," John said, feeling bad about what he was about to do as he
sat down beside the agitated boy and put an arm around him. It would be so
easy to avoid the issue.
"Really?" the boy asked, looking up at his adult friend with big
blue-green eyes that made the adult putty in the boy's hands.
"You better believe it," John replied, drawing him close. Aaron slipped
an arm around the two-hundred-and-ten pound boylover and gave him a tight
hug. John inhaled deeply as he stroked his beard with his free hand. "I
talked to Bobby tonight."
"Yeah?"
"About Billy Bob. About having a baby."
"Yeah?" Aaron asked apprehensively, sensing the man's discomfort.
"You sure you really want to have a baby?"
"Don't you?" Aaron asked even more apprehensively, his heart starting to
pound.
"I'd like nothing better, but you know where babies come from. Men and
boys don't make babies together."
"We can," Aaron said brightly. "I brought another one of those things
we gotta put up my bum."
"You know, sometimes a couple try and try, but they can't have a baby.
The same could happen to us," John said, unable to tell the boy flat out
that it was going to be impossible.
"Maybe," said Aaron. He thought for a moment, and then added with a shy
smile, "but it's fun trying."
"Yes, that it is," John chuckled, having to laugh at the boy's comment.
"So you want to make a baby with me?"
"I can't think of anything better in the whole world," John replied with
a sincere grin.
"Way cool," the boy said, reaching out and unbuttoning the top button of
his lover's shirt.
Opening it up, the eight-year-old boy began to run his fingers through
the thick, chestnut brown hair of the two-hundred-and-ten pound
construction worker. John, meanwhile, unbuttoned his young lover's shirt
and eased it off and began to caress the boy's soft, smooth skin. He
gently ran his hands up and down the boy's slender back and their lips met
in a tender kiss of love. He caressed the soft flesh covering the boy's
shoulder blades as their lips met a second time and the man's cock began to
stir in his blue jeans.
Aaron fingered his lover's nipples, causing them to become hot and hard.
He delighted in the way that he was able to make his lover's body respond
to his caresses and his kisses. He gently caressed the man's hard teats
and kissed him again, this time more hotly, and he felt the man unbuckle
his belt and unsnap the top snap of his cargo pants. Pushing John down on
his back, Aaron wrapped his arms about him and pressed his body against his
hairy chest as he continued to kiss him. The young boy raised his hips,
allowing his thirty-year-old lover to push his pants down over his hips and
down his smooth, slender legs.
Curling up so John could remove them, Aaron then sat up beside his lover
and undid his belt and drew down his fly. John helped him push the jeans
down. The man's blue and green plaid boxers were tented out and as John
shifted position his stiff cock poked its head out of the fly of his
underwear. Aaron giggled as he spotted it and the boy reached down and
squeezed it with his little, hot hand. While he stroked it gently, John
eased down the boy's white briefs and then raised his hips so the boy could
remove his boxers. Looking down at the man's cock with the unabashed and
intense interest that only an eight-year-old can have, Aaron slowly lowered
his head.
John shivered uncontrollably as he felt the boy's soft, moist lips touch
the tip of his aching cock and give it a soft, tender kiss. The boy's
shoulder-long, golden-brown hair brushed against the inside of his thighs,
and John groaned as the first of his pre-cum oozed out of his warmly
pulsating cock. He felt the boy's hot little tongue dart out and flip it
up into his mouth. Damn, he never knew it was possible to feel so hot. He
reached down and massaged the boy's smooth, slender back while the boy
gleefully nibbled on his cockhead and licked the sensitive opening as his
cock jerked and excitedly leaked more pre-cum. He allowed the boy to tease
and play with him a few minutes longer, until he knew if they didn't stop
he'd blow his load. That he wanted to do deep inside the boy, not in his
mouth.
Reaching over to the case he'd brought to the bed with them, John took
out the tube of KY jelly. Opening it up, he squeezed out a dab on the tip
of his index finger. Having Aaron turn around, he placed the dab on his
small, brown pucker and carefully pushed the lube into the boy's body. He
squeezed out a second dab and did the same again, and then he slowly pushed
his fingertip in, working the lube deeper into the boy's eager hole.
Squeezing out another generous dab, he began to apply it to his cock head,
coating it with the lube to make their union as easy and as painless as
possible. While he greased up his stiff pole, Aaron slipped off the bed
and retrieved the suppository from his overnight bag. Slipping his hand
behind him, he eased the tan, threequarter inch pill up his greased bum.
"You know," John observed huskily, "that might not really result in us
having a baby."
"It will," the boy said firmly. His best buddy said it would, so it
would.
John had done all he could do to warn the boy. Putting aside the tube
of lube, he was about to get up but before he could do so Aaron slipped his
legs over him and sat there on his broad but firm stomach, his legs bent
like he was a young cowboy riding a bull. He grinned down at the bearded
man as he placed his hot little hands on the man's chest for balance and
slowly raised his hips and shuffled back. John understood his intentions
immediately. They had never done it in this position, and he wondered
where the boy got the idea, if it was from talking to his buddy Billy, if
he cruised adult sites on the Internet, or if it was just the vivid
imagination of an active youngster.
While the two lovers had been preparing for their evening exercise,
Billy and Bobby had put out the campfire and had retired to the cabin with
Billy Bob. The three of them had gone straight to the bedroom.
"So what did John want to talk to you about?" asked Billy.
"Wanted to make sure I didn't mind if he and Aaron used the bed in the
motorhome for making love."
"What did you say?"
"Told him no way I wanted them getting the clean sheets all sweaty and
sticky."
Billy looked up at him in surprise and dismay, once again wondering
where adults got their dumb ideas, and then he slowly grinned as he
realized the big trucker was joking with him. "You're a teaser," he said
with a smile as he snuggled up to his lover. As Bobby wrapped an arm about
him, their lips met. Billy Bob squirmed up along the other side of the big
man and stuck his little face between theirs and gave each a slobbery, baby
kiss.
"We also talked about making babies."
"Yeah?" Billy asked, his eyes bright.
"John is doubtful that such a thing can happen."
"Does he want it to?"
"Oh yes, very much."
"I'm glad," Billy said. "And I'm glad it can happen."
"Me too," Bobby agreed as he wrapped his other beefy arm about his son
and drew the two boys close to him. "I can't imagine life without you
two."
Billy began to undo the big trucker's shirt and Billy Bob quickly
decided he would help. Bobby sat up and the two boys removed his shirt,
and then Bobby and Billy Bob unbuttoned and removed Billy's. Billy Bob
giggled as his two daddies pulled his shirt off over his head.
"Now we gotta take off Daddy's pants," Billy said with a grin as he
looked at his little son.
"Kay," Billy Bob readily agreed with a serious look on his face. "'N
'illy 'ob's diapah."
The curly-headed rascal was already pushing down his diaper, and Bobby
and Billy glanced at each other and smiled. Soon Bobby was down to his
boxers, Billy to his bright blue Fruit of the Loom briefs and their little
boy to his birthday suit. The three of them embraced and kissed and ran
their hands over each other's bodies. Billy and Billy Bob snuggled up to
their chubby, fuzzy bear and caressed his hairy chest and fingered his
nipples until they were firm, and then each took one in his mouth and began
to suck. Bobby reached down and caressed the smooth backs of each of his
boys and enjoyed the unique and erotic sensation of the two boys, father
and son, sucking on his teats.
Slowly slipping his hand inside Billy's briefs, the big trucker massaged
the boy's small, tender bottom with a beefy hand while he kneaded his
little baby's buttocks with the other. The two boys licked his hard,
irritated teats and he squirmed with the pleasure.
Slipping his big hand around to the front of Billy's briefs, he fingered
the boy's limp little pickle while he gently took Billy Bob's tiny organ
between his thumb and index finger and carefully tugged on it. The boys
sucked on his hairy teats even harder and he felt their little organs begin
to swell.
Feeling the two little pricklets swelling and growing firm between his
fingers was, as far as Bobby was concerned, one of the most wonderful
experiences a man could have.
Nobody could have such an experience and then deny that children have
sexual desires and needs. It was not long before he had both of his boys
stiff and squirming with pleasure. He squeezed the two little boners
gently and sighed. The pleasure of holding those two little erections in
his fingers was even greater than the pleasure of having the boys sucking
and tonguing his teats.
Finally Billy pushed down his lover's boxers, and following his little
Daddy's lead, Billy Bob slipped a hand between Bobby's legs. The two boys
began to fondle his large, sweaty balls, rolling them carefully in their
sack. The touch of two hot little hands on his ball sac had Bobby's cock
rising in no time. The two boys immediately turned their attention to it,
there being enough there for both of them to enjoy. With their downy,
blond-haired heads on his large outspread thighs, they lay there and licked
his growing member, running their hot little tongues up and down the
length. It did not take them long to get the big trucker hard.
Little Billy Bob got on his hands and knees and slipped his hot little
mouth over the fat knob of his big Daddy's throbbing member. As the
two-year-old boy began his unique blow job, blowing his little baby saliva
into the urethra of the big man, Bobby's stiff cock jerked with the unique
sensation, but his little son managed to keep his lips fastened to the head
of the lashing snake.
While the little two-year-old forced his spittle up the core of the
thick, pulsating cock in his mouth, Billy reached out and ran his index
finger along the little boy's crack. Arriving at his butthole, Billy
fingered it gently and the tiny pucker immediately opened. Spitting on his
fingertip, Billy placed it again against the little boy's anus and slowly
eased his fingertip in to the first knuckle. He slowly worked his
fingertip in and out that quarter of an inch, and as he gently finger
fucked the rear opening of his little baby boy, he reached around and
fiddled with his baby's stiff little cocklet. Withdrawing his finger a
minute later, Billy eyed the little opening and wondered if he should do
what had popped into his mind.
Meanwhile Aaron had gotten into position, and squatting there above his
two-hundredand-ten pound lover, he slowly began to lower his slender body.
As he felt the hard, hot cockhead press against his butthole, he inhaled
deeply and concentrating like he'd never concentrated before, he continued
to press down. Ever so slowly he felt the hard, greased cockhead stretch
apart his sphincter. He pushed out with his stomach muscles and slowly
pressed down still harder. He'd had the big construction worker's massive
cock up his asshole a dozen times over the past two weeks, but never this
way, and it was awesome. Up until now he'd lain on his stomach or his back
as his lover penetrated him. This time he was the one that was doing it,
and John was the one laying there, and it was totally different.
John held his stiff cock by the base and the young boy grunted and
panted as he slowly and carefully impaled his body on the man's thick pole.
John could not believe the boy was doing this as he lay there, doing
nothing but watching. Hearing his colleagues at the construction site tell
someone to sit on it came to his mind. It was a common expression. Having
the hot little eight-year-old now slowly sitting on his cock gave a whole
new meaning to the phrase. He could not believe how different this was
compared to the other times they'd had sex. The blond-haired moppet had
total control over the speed and the depth to which he was being
penetrated. This eager, fifty-five pound, four-foot-two eight-year-old was
in charge, and that was so hot!
John sighed as he felt the hot, moist hole of the boy slowly and
carefully descend and engulf his cock a fraction of an inch at a time. It
was totally unbelievable. Even more delightful than feeling the hot depths
of the boy enveloping his thick cock was the look of pleasure and of
triumph on the eight-year-old's face as he concentrated on what he was
doing. Finally the boy was sitting on his lap, his soft naked bum pressed
against his coarse pubic hairs and his legs bent. He then began to work
his hips up and down, slowly riding his lover's massive cock as he flexed
his slender legs. John trembled with the new experience. He knew that
Aaron enjoyed sex, but having him take the dominant role somehow seemed to
magnify and to confirm the eight-year-old boy's sexuality.
Aaron gasped and grunted as he flexed his leg muscles to work his little
body up and down above his lover. Having heard older boys tell others to
sit on it in the playground and the hockey rink, he had imagined doing it
this way, but he had never imagined it would feel so different. He
certainly had never imagined it would feel so great. It had always been
awesome to feel his lover's big dick deep inside him, but it was even more
awesome being the one who decided how deep it went in, and how fast they
did it. For the eight-year-old boy, that was even more awesome than the
sensations rippling through his bumhole.
He worked his hips up and down slowly, delighting in the unique feeling
of being the one in control, and he knew it had to be way different for
John too as he watched his stiff little dick and his little balls sway
above John's hairy stomach. He glanced up at the big man apprehensively,
not sure what to expect, and as his bearded lover grinned up at him he
broke into a huge smile. This was so fucking awesome!
Aaron was right. It was different for John, in a most wonderful way.
The young boy's hot, moist hole squeezing and releasing his rod as the boy
rode up and down on it was unbelievable. The pleasure of having the boy's
hot, pulsating asshole surrounding his stiff cock, the eroticism of having
a young boy riding his manhood, and the look of erotic pleasure on the
young boy's face was too much for the thirty-year-old lover. He closed his
eyes and fought back the urge to shoot his load, but he could not stop it.
Grasping the boy's narrow hips, he groaned with pleasure as his cock
fountained, shooting his cum out of his burning opening and into the hot,
grasping hole pulsating about his dick. He grunted and gasped unabashedly
and clasped the boy's hips tightly as his body shuddered with his powerful
orgasm. At the same time the young boy froze and shuddered with his own
orgasm.
Aaron closed his eyes and threw back his head with a whimper as his dry
orgasm struck. His little cocklet jerked as spasms of pleasure rippled
through it and on down into the depths of his groin where it met the
ripples of pleasure pulsating out from his rectum. He knew that John had
climaxed deep inside him, and as the boy jerked with his own orgasm his
lover's thick, hard cock made a schlucking noise as it slid in and out of
the man's slimy baby-making juice. The eight-year-old boy smiled with that
thought, with the thought that his lover had filled him with his
baby-making cum. He had no idea how this worked, but he knew at that
moment that he'd conceived.
At the time his new friend was riding his lover, Billy had also made a
decision. While Bobby was preoccupied with the blow job he was receiving
from Billy Bob, the nine-year-old boy reached over for the tube of KY Bobby
had left beside the bed and squeezed out a dollop on his fingertips. Being
inexperienced, even after thoroughly greasing up his little two-inch bone
from base to tip, the boy still had a generous amount left on his fingers.
Kneeling behind Billy Bob, he wiped as much as he could around his anus and
even managed to work a bit into the little boy's rectum.
His tiny son made no objection and even seemed to know what was
happening. As his little daddy got into position behind him, he stopped
sucking the big cock in his mouth and as Billy pressed his dick against his
baby son's hole, the tiny boy opened it and pushed out. By the time Bobby
realized what was going on, it was too late, Billy had sunk his stiff
little cock up his son's butt. It was only slightly more than two inches
long and thin, about the length and thickness of a man's pinkie. He
pressed his body forward until his smooth pubes were pressed against his
little two-year-old son's butt and then he began to fuck him.
It was the first time for the nine-year-old, and as he slowly eased his
cock in and out of his two-year-old son, he was awed by the sensation. His
entire cock was surrounded by moist, warm flesh, and as he worked his cock
in and out his little son's asshole seemed to be sucking on it. That was
exactly what Billy Bob was doing. Each time Billy drove his hips forward
the baby clenched his sphincter and drew in with his muscles, causing
Billy's little cock to be drawn deeper into his body. Each time he thrust
forward he penetrated a little deeper, his miracle child's rectum
stretching his boy cock half its length again. The engorged organ throbbed
hotly. Billy could not believe the wonderful sensations passing through
his swollen little pickle, and he wondered if Bobby felt as wonderful
fucking him as he felt fucking Billy Bob, and if Billy Bob felt as
wonderful being fucked has he felt when Bobby did him.
He soon had his answer. Billy Bob giggled and squirmed with pleasure as
his little daddy's cock worked in and out of his body. It was of course
the very first time his little bum had been fucked, and it was fitting that
it be by the daddy who had born him. The little boy's bumhole burned
pleasantly as Billy eased his boycock in and out of it, and his sphincter
itched with arousal. It felt even better than when he filled his diaper.
His turquoise eyes sparkling with pleasure, the tiny boy once again lowered
his head and went back to sucking his big Daddy's cock. Two years and
seven weeks old and he was bringing his two daddies off at the same time.
He was indeed a miracle baby.
Bobby reached down and taking his baby son's little cocklet in his meaty
fingers, he began to tug on it. The little noodle had softened but now it
quickly responded and began to swell again until once more it was stiffly
jutting out from his body. As Bobby fiddled with the little one-inch boner
he could feel the blood pulsating through it and his little son sucked even
deeper on his cock. He felt the pressure mounting deep in his groin and he
knew that the same feeling was occurring in the groin of his boy-wife, and
he assumed, in the groin of his baby son. As the pressure increased his
breathing grew deeper and more laboured, and the more difficult it was not
to squirm with the ripples of sensation pulsating about his cockhead.
Little Billy was breathing deeply also, with the pleasure rippling
through his little cocklet, and from the exertion of fucking his son. The
building pressure in his groin was not something new, but this was a new
way for it to be created, and that was awesome. He began to work his hips
to and fro faster, knowing now why Bobby used to do that. The faster he
pumped his hips the more awesome the feeling grew, and he grunted and
sighed with pleasure rippling through his hot little cock.
Being the focus of both of his fathers, Billy Bob was being assaulted
with stimuli from all sides. As always, sucking on his big Daddy's cock
was bringing him immense pleasure, as the sucking reflex does for any baby.
His little mouth tightly fastened about the fleshy knob, he sucked deeply
for the man cream that he instinctively knew was soon to come.
His hot little tongue ran over the sensitive opening, causing his
daddy's cock to ooze out the first of its precum, and the little boy
eagerly swallowed it.
Behind him his little bumhole was throbbing with a different type of
delight. Like all babies he found pleasure in the anal stimulation that
accompanied a bowel movement, but this stimulation was far stronger than
any pleasure derived from pooping his diaper. In addition to those two was
a third pleasure, an itching pulsation that was making his little baby
cocklet throb even more pleasantly than when taking a wee. What was most
amazing of all was that the little miracle boy child melded all three
pleasures and pleasured his two daddies at the same time without so much as
a pause.
Bobby was the first to come. He groaned as he felt the first of his
load shoot, and like the last time he'd been sucked off by Billy Bob, it
was as if in slow motion. His little baby sucked on his cock and it
squirted out a thick stream of cum. He swallowed and sucked again, and a
second load squirted out. Suck, squirt, suck, squirt, suck, squirt. The
two-hundred-and-sixty-five pound trucker gasped and squirmed uncontrollably
as squirt after squirt of his cum was sucked out of his body.
Billy inhaled sharply as he felt the first wave of his dry orgasm ripple
through his groin. It was a familiar feeling. He trembled like the last
dry leaf hanging from the branch of an oak in a November wind Wave after
wave of orgasm rippled through his slender, fifty-nine pound body and his
stretched three-inch penis felt like it had been stung by a bee. Intensely
pleasant and painful at the same time, his hot little pickle felt so huge.
He tightly grasped the hips of his little baby boy and humped so rapidly
that he lifted his little son in the air with each thrust. Billy cried out
with the ecstasy rippling out from their union. It was totally awesome.
With his big daddy's cock spurting his tart man cream into his mouth
with each suck, and his little daddy's swollen cock jerking and throbbing
up his hole, Billy Bob experienced his own dry orgasm. As the first spasm
shot through his groin, he shrieked with pure physical pleasure. Spasm
after spasm rocked his tiny twenty-five-pound body. He trembled and oohed
and shrieked with delight as the multiple pleasures assaulted his little
mind. With his tiny body and mind racked with the most intense ecstasy
possible, the miracle baby delighted in the assault with an understanding
that no other baby would be capable of. In the midst of the physical and
mental pleasure of their orgasms, Bobby and Billy suddenly felt a wave of a
still deeper pleasure wash over them that infused them with the pure
innocence and abandoned joy of babyhood.
At that moment, miles away from the summer cabin, Aaron's
sixteen-year-old step brother was sprawled out on the bed in his bedroom,
his naked five-foot-eleven frame flushed with the glow of postclimatic
bliss and his muscular, naked chest rising and falling rapidly as he sucked
in the lust-laden air. His head rested on the heaving, sweat-damp chest of
his best buddy, eighteenyear-old Calvin Bernstein, who was laying there
naked on his bed with him.
"Oh man," groaned Calvin, his head still spinning and his loins feeling
so weak. "I don't know what those suppositories are, but they're wicked."
"Oh yeah," sighed Jimmy. "That was so fucking hot. I've never felt
anything like it in all my fuckin' life."
"Fuck, me neither," Calvin groaned as he glanced down his skinny,
sweating, hundredand-twenty pound body, stopping at his limp dick, sticky
with his spent cum and from having been buried up his best buddy's butt.
The boy could not believe that for the past week he'd been engaging in a
homosexual act, with his best buddy nonetheless, and had been unable to
think of anything else. He had always thought of himself as being open
minded. Although he personally didn't know anyone who was gay, and had
never considered sex with another guy himself until the night they had
stuffed Jimmy's kid brother's stash up their rears, he'd always felt if a
guy wanted to have sex with another guy that was up to him. That was no
longer just a philosophical opinion. Now it referred to him. That was
different.
Calvin ran his fingers through Jimmy's short, dark black hair. If he
was going to do it with another guy, he couldn't have picked a better
partner. Jimmy was the same height as he was but twenty pounds heavier,
all solid, firm muscle, the result of being on the high school football
team. With his dark hair, great build, and bright, piercing green eyes,
Jimmy was every high school girl's dream and could easily have his pick of
any number of hot chicks.
He, on the other hand, didn't have any friends, male or female. To
begin with, he was neither academic nor athletic. Actually, he was
flunking everything, and he couldn't catch a ball if his life depended on
it. Tall, skinny, with long, straggly black hair, blood shot eyes, and a
mild case of acne, the only chicks he was able to attract were those who
wanted to do drugs with him. Now that was one thing he knew a lot about.
Drugs were his life. They were also his security blanket. He was not that
smart, but he was not so dumb that he didn't know that.
"Whatcha thinkin'?" Jimmy asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"How great life is," Calvin responded, which was at least partially
true. It had been great this past week. "How great it is having you as a
friend." That was the total truth.
"You're not just saying that because I dropped my pants for you are
you?" Jimmy halfjoked.
It was a half joke. He was being funny, but at the same time he could
not believe what had happened between him and Calvin. When he'd taken his
kid brother's stash he'd had no idea that he was stuffing an aphrodisiac up
his ass, and he was certain Calvin didn't. Everything had happened so
fast, and so unexpectedly after that. While they'd been under the
influence of the drug, it had been awesome. When he'd woken up the next
morning, he'd been mortified by what they had done.
It wasn't because he'd had sex with another guy. He liked guys, and not
just in the fraternal sense. He had been that way as far back as he could
remember. That was one of the reasons his mother and father had split up.
Everything his mother did his father found fault with, and his being gay
was just one more thing his father could blame on her. 'Everyone knows it
is a domineering, nagging mother that turns a boy gay,' he remembered his
father shouting. Her response had been that if he spent half as much time
with his son as he did with his drinking buddies maybe his son wouldn't be
gay. Neither of them had asked him his opinion.
After the divorce he'd gone to live with his mother, but she couldn't
handle what he was, and he could not change, so he ended back up with this
father. His ol'man wanted him even less than his mother had, but it meant
he didn't have to pay support payments so he went along with it. He'd made
that fact perfectly clear to Jimmy the day he'd arrived.
So, Jimmy had had no problems about having had sex with Calvin when he
woke up the next morning other than worrying how Calvin was feeling about
it all. When Calvin had come over that day and had wanted to do it again,
Jimmy had been surprised, and delighted. When Calvin had said he wanted
them to get their hands on more of the drug, he'd concluded Calvin was
intending on using the suppositories to give to some girl to get her horny.
To his surprise when Calvin had come over this evening he'd taken one
himself, knowing what the result would be. That of course had been fine
with Jimmy. They had just finished fucking each other silly, and it had
been fantastic. He knew in his case it was not because of any drugs, not
totally anyway, but he could not figure out why Calvin had done it.
"No, I'm not saying it because you let me fuck you," replied Calvin with
a grin, "though it was fantastic."
"Yeah, that it certainly was, as was fucking you."
Jimmy lay there on his bed and stared up at the ceiling as he thought
about their relationship. He'd begun chumming with the straggly
eighteen-year-old because he'd needed drugs, and he knew Calvin had
connections. It wasn't that he was a druggie, and Calvin was in fact, his
first and only connection. It was just that he'd figured getting high
would be a way to help him forget, forget the shouting between his parents,
forget the contempt in their eyes every time they looked at him, forget
that he was gay, and to forget an even bigger secret, a secret he tried to
bury so deep even he would not think of it.
Over the past year the two of them had done a lot of drugs, and he'd
come to understand Calvin, understand how deep down he was a very sensitive
and caring person. He was also insecure and had his own family
difficulties. Not having the courage to be himself, he'd put on this fake
act and turned to drugs. So over the months they'd become close buddies,
but that was as far as it had gone. He hadn't thought of Calvin in sexual
terms, not until last Friday. Nor had he realized just how much Calvin
meant to him until now.
"Man, I love you," he said, propping himself up on an elbow and looking
down at the gangly eighteen-year-old.
"Love me?"
"Yeah," Jimmy replied. There, it was out. Let whatever was going to
happen, happen.
"Fuck man," nobody ever said they loved me before.
Jimmy looked at Calvin in surprise. The boy had tears in his eyes.
"Com'on, man," lots of people love you.
"Yeah, sure," Calvin said, blinking the tears out of his eyes as he
tried to pull himself together, just as surprised at his reaction as he'd
been to hear Jimmy's claim. "But none of the others fuck me," he joked
with a smile, trying to cover up his moment of weakness.
"Calvin?"
"Yeah?"
"How is it, the sex? Tell me truthfully."
"Fucking awesome."
"Yeah?"
"Dude, I have to tell you, the first time we done it I couldn't get over
how fantastic it was, and I couldn't wait for us to do it again. You have
no idea how much I'd hoped you'd want to do it again too when I got up the
next morning."
"Oh I know, "Jimmy said with a grin. "I wanted it too, but not just
because of the drugs," the sixteen-year-old admitted as he looked across at
his buddy. What the hell, this was the night for truth. "I'm gay, man."
Calvin looked at him for a moment, and then stared up at the ceiling for
a very long time. "Well, I don't know if I'm gay or what," he finally said
as he looked over at Jimmy, "but I know I like doing it with you."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," he said, reaching down and taking Jimmy's limp cock in his
hand.
As he fiddled with it, Jimmy reached over and took Calvin's. The two
friends lay there, stroking each other, gradually getting each other hard.
The earlier times had been pure lust. This was different. Oh, they both
felt a desire burning in their crotches, but this time their motivation was
coming from the heart, not the balls. They loved each other, and it was
love, not lust, that was causing their cocks to swell in each other's hand.
Coating his stiff dick with Vaseline for the second time that night,
Jimmy was glad his parents went out boozing almost every night and that his
stepbrother was spending so much time with his new friend. It left the
house empty for him, and Calvin. As Calvin lay on his back and spread his
legs, Jimmy positioned himself between his thighs. Placing the tip of his
cock against Calvin's eager hole, he slowly pressed forward and easily
penetrated his ass. Supporting himself on his elbows and knees above his
buddy, he slowly began to ease his hips to and fro. As he worked his cock
in and out of Calvin's tight ass, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the
pleasure of having a hot, moist asshole enveloping his cock. He worked
slowly, wanting the pleasure to last, not just for himself, but for Calvin
too. They had done it in a frenzy the first time that night, but this time
he wanted to fuck for as long as he could. He leaned forward and kissed
Calvin's neck as he humped, and Calvin kissed his cheek.
Jimmy paused several times so they could enjoy the pleasure of being
united, but each time it was more and more difficult to hold back. As he
worked himself to still another peak, he knew this time he would not be
able to stop. As his hot, stiff cock worked in and out of Calvin's slick
hole, Jimmy closed his eyes and relished the sensations rippling through
his rock-hard member. He gradually began working his hips faster and still
faster, feeling the lust pumping through his veins like adrenaline before
the game. Faster and faster he worked his hips, until at last he felt his
cum rise up his cock. He thrust forward and grasped Calvin tightly as his
seed shot out of his body and filled his buddy's rectum.
They did not wait to cool down. Calvin quickly coated his stiff cock
with Vaseline and they reversed positions while their bodies were still
flushed with arousal. Jimmy had always considered himself a top by nature,
but something inside him ached for Calvin's penetration. As he felt the
boy's slender cock enter him, he pushed out, eager to accept the hot, stiff
dick. Feeling it ease into him until the head was deep in his bowels, he
groaned with the unique pleasure of having his asshole stuffed with hard,
pulsating cock. As Calvin began to ease it in and out of him, he groaned
again. The physical pleasure of being fucked was awesome, but even more
awesome was when it was your best buddy deep inside your body.
Calvin pressed his skinny body against Jimmy, his smooth, thin chest
pressed against the younger boy's hairy pecs. He closed his eyes and
delighted in the physical stimulation encircling his cockhead and the
unique pleasure of having a hot, moist hole surrounding his cock. He felt
Jimmy kissing his neck and returned the kisses, pecking and sucking at his
neck as he worked his hips to and fro in that rhythmic motion of love. It
was love, not sex. The strong, handsome football player beneath him was
more than a hot body, he was a partner, an equal partner. Calvin worked
his hips faster, knowing the pleasure he was feeling Jimmy had also felt,
and knowing the pleasure Jimmy was presently feeling was the same as Jimmy
had brought him only minutes ago.
Unable to hold back his climax, Calvin grasped Jimmy tightly and thrust
his hips forward, driving his cock deep into his body. His cum shot out
and he quivered with pure physical pleasure of ejaculation, and Jimmy
quivered with the knowledge that his lover's hot cum was squirting deep
inside him. Life could not be more wonderful.
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