Perverts 'R' Us

Pedo Camp…. Chapter 1

By Albino1976 and Graye ( M/b, pedo, oral, 1st )

Please remember that all my stories are all made up, just fantasy, nothing more.

Since I probably know you or a hundred men or women like you, it is probably fair that you know who I am before this story gets told. My name is Carl. I'm thirty-seven, the father of two wonderful boys, and a widower.

I'll spare you the gory details; alcohol, mixed with a bad driver and Janet working late and heading home on a dark road. The EMT called it: DOA. That's my sob story, but that's not what you want to hear anyway.

I'm a closet Internet bisexual. Nobody knew, primarily because I made sure she never did. Off of the computer and beyond 1:00 AM in the morning, I was a regular straight guy. Football, Angelina's breasts, burgers, and everything else that were trademark of a straight guy were who I appeared to be. I can count every person I knew in real life who knew my orientation on one hand: zero.

After my wife died, we became the true American family unit; that is to say, a single parent and two kids. Not for the same reasons obviously, but you get the picture. There were my two boys and myself. The youngest was Kevin. My baby is what you would expect from someone his age - blonde, blue eyes, milky complexion, a round baby-fat tummy, hairless body. He didn't wear anything but tee shirts and shorts, even when it snowed. I don't know how he did it to this day.

Dennis is his older brother, at this time about seven years old. While Kevin took after his mother, Dennis took after me. His hair was already turning to a dark brown, like mine. He got my black eyes as well. Dennis tans well, so you would think he grew up on the beaches of Florida. His body looked a bit like a bigger version of Kevin's. No surprise, right? He was only seven, after all. Dennis found classic rock stars to be his idols, so he proudly displays Hendrix on his chest and his knees peek through the holes in his jeans. I offered to buy him new ones all of the time, but he wouldn't hear it. That's my boy. He knows what he wants. So do I.

We all know where this is going, so I'll throw in a factoid for fun. When I was about Dennis' age, I had my first sexual experience with my Uncle Albert. It was by no means a rape. I enjoyed it just as much as he did. I don't know if that's why my age preference developed as it did, but I don't particularly care.

Now that you have a bit of reference behind my life, let me tell you how I discovered a little slice of paradise and, more importantly, how I got there and what it was like to be there…

They were hot. Ages 4 and 8? They were a great age for anything I could hope for and I felt like screaming every time I watched them go to bed. Kevin could dress himself, but I still offered to help him often, just so I could see him naked. Of course, I wanted to find a way to get into their pants. But I couldn't hurt them. They were my sons, for Chrissakes! It was hard to remember what my Uncle did for me and there wasn't a "Seducing your Sons for Dummies!" book. Trust me, I looked.

So I lived on my computer for comfort. It was the only source of information I had, legal or otherwise. It also provided a distraction that probably made the difference from me flipping Dennis over in his bed and going straight in. After all, I had no source of sex for the last two years beyond my own hand. I'm sure we all know how that goes. Perhaps, in hindsight, it wasn't such a good idea to live on the Internet, though. It took up all of my attention and it caused problems of its own. When you live on the 'net, your old life seems to die. You lose contact with friends, spend all of your time staring at lighted dots, and you forget about real life. I remember times when Dennis would have to come in and beg me to get off long enough to make dinner. Pathetic, huh?

I ran chat rooms most often. Gay and incest rooms were the most important to me, of course. With my sons snoring down the hall, I needed consolation, connection, and, most of all, advice. The gay rooms weren't much help, but it was better than nothing in the beginning. After all, they are the easiest to find. But, anyone can tell you that you always start in the easiest venues and grow closer and closer to what you really want until you are there - child pornography, child erotica literature, and anything else that tickled my fancy. But, interestingly enough, I got my break from the place I started: chat rooms.

One night, I found myself online, chatting with a father in an incest room. He was quite the active one with his kindergarten boy. He began whispering hints about a place that piqued my interest: a secluded piece of land where men and boys (relations, usually) were completely free and in a safe environment. It sounded like a fantasy or the stuff of some terribly written erotic fiction piece. A hunk of land in the middle of nowhere filled boys who took it from their old men? Yeah right! And Michael Jackson is a normal guy too.

But the more I logged on, the more I heard of it. That is, until he gave it an aptly designated name: Pedo Camp. All of those rumors seemed to be more than just rumors. It sounded like a real place. A part of me was scared of it. How obvious did it have to be? It felt like a trap. There were plenty of stories of undercover cops whose job it was to hide in chat rooms and trick their prey into proving it for them. But there was another part of me that was thrilled. Was it really everything they said?

Luckily, I have never been a cat, so curiosity wouldn't shoot me down. I began to ask around about it. Instead of being told hints, I was dropping them that I wanted in. Finally, it ended up at another full circle. The man who began hinting it to me was the one I got my real answers from.

He told me that they don't just let anyone in. There were tests to make sure the person is safe to admit. That made sense, undercover cop or not. At this point, I was sold to see, so I kept asking. He further explained that he had already passed and was a member of the camp and his boss ran the place. The most important question was how I was to get in. This, he told me, was how they made sure I was all right to let in.

I had to end up with five to ten photos of my son nude and myself. Not only that, but the boy had to either have my cock in his mouth or he had to be holding it. The other requirement? My son had to be holding up a sign that said "Pedo Camp" and a number. A code or password, I guessed.

It scared me quite a bit, especially after what he told me. I wanted to introduce them to sex at the camp, not before. Not only that, but if the guy was an undercover cop, he would have evidence on me before I saw anything. That shook me. But, either way, I intended to get into my sons' pants, so it was worth a try. He just had to remove any evidence that the pictures were taken afterwards. I wouldn't have been surprised, since I didn't even have to pay rent; all I had to do was chip in for food and drink.

The decision was made: I was going to try it. And it would start with Kevin. Kevin was young and naïve, like every other boy I could think of at the age of four. It would be easier to explain it to him and he would probably be more accepting of it. I could do it with Dennis, but he might already know something. I wasn't sure how to approach him. But, no matter what, I was certain I could get Kevin in on it. Besides, even if only one of them knew about sex and did it with me, which was better than losing them both because Dennis was taught otherwise.

I made contact again with that member of the camp. With shaking hands, I managed to tap out that I was interested and I wanted in. I cannot express, even now, how fearful and excited I was at the same time. He gave me my code: 6987. Not too hard to remember. He then explained to write it in red marker. The real surprise came with his last demand: email it within twenty-four hours.

I almost shit my pants right there. I was hoping to work towards it over a few days or the next week. I wasn't ready for this! Neither was Kevin, for that matter. I tried to explain that I wanted more time, but he wouldn't hear it. Twenty-four hours or no deal! Why not just say no?

I couldn't guarantee it, so I didn't. I told him I would try. There would be no rape in my family. Period. If Kevin told me he didn't like it, wasn't comfortable with it, or anything else close to a "no", I would never find out whether this place was real or not. I was hot for my boys, but their well-being mattered more than three minutes of ecstasy. Besides, it would probably land me behind bars. Nothing good would come out of force, so I had no intention of using it.

I swiftly hatched a plan to get Kevin alone. As for Dennis, I had a few choice options up my sleeve. On the top of the list was Jimmy. I didn't really like Jimmy. In fact, he and Dennis are still friends and I still don't like him. Jimmy was spoiled, being an only child. Therefore, he landed himself the newest game consoles, bikes, his own computer, and anything else Bill Gates' son might get. Annoying to the core, since I have two boys and my money has to be split in two. Not to mention the fact that my wife's income is no longer there to help. While Jimmy lives it up, Dennis runs it down.

I had considered trying to stop Jimmy from ever even looking at Dennis anymore, since all he did was put ideas into my boy's head. Playstation 3 is coming out and Jimmy has it pre-ordered. Why can't Dennis get one too? As if $400 dollars is no big deal. But, in this choice occasion, I decided to bend my morals a bit. I was already going to compromise myself several times over for this; so a little crack on my social wall of intolerance could be taken as well. And, as a fun fact for the hell of it, Jimmy is deep in debt nowadays, because he never stopped spending (even when he didn't have a job).

So I grudgingly picked up the phone and began to set it up. I got Jimmy's all-American Kool-Aid and watermelon mom on the line and began to chat her up. I explained a situation (not the real one, of course). I told her that I had some late-night work to do and Dennis had been dying to stay the night with Jimmy, since they were only attached by the hip and video game controller. I threw in some sparkling comments about how they were both doing so well in school and that they deserved a little something extra for a night of fun. By the time was over, she was already calling ahead to make sure a pizza ended up at the house right on time and the TV screens were properly dusted for a riveting game of whatever kids play these days.

"Dennis!" I yelled from the stairs. "Jesus…" I muttered, tying my tie, before yanking my head back up to yell again.

"Get your behind in gear, pal! And grab your overnight bag, because you've won a fabulous vacation down the street!" Where was he?

"What?!" he asked, popping his head out of the bathroom door. His hair only stuck out in six directions at this point. Kids and their hair gel, right?

"Pizza, friends, and that 'h' one you like…"

"Halo, Dad…"

"Yeah, that. And possibly even some sleep near the end."

"Dad, we don't have an X-Box…"

"No. Jimmy does, which is why the pizza, the friends, the Halo, and the plausible sleep are over at his house."

"No way…"

"Well, yes way, assuming you get to school on time and bring a change of clothes for Friday. Now move!" I smiled as his face widened.

"YES!" he yelled, running out of the bathroom and into his own room, much like one would expect a monkey who just got a golden banana. Kong the Donkey? No… Donkey Kong! That one.

I scratched my head. Kevin always wanted to go with me to drop Jimmy off, but he was so sleepy in the morning.

"Kevin! Get ready to go or we'll be late! I-"

"I'm right here, Daddy!" He said, coming up from behind, fully dressed.

I jumped genuinely, turning around to look at him like a ghost.

"You scared the bejesus out of me, boy! Who are you? Casper?"

Kevin giggled.

"Kevin the friendly ghost!" I sang, poking him in the tummy. He laughed more as poking turned to tickling. In seconds, I was chasing him around the living room. It was something his mother would have shot me for, but fun was fun. If something broke, we would live without it.

"Now who is scaring who? Huh? Huh?" I called out as he circled the couch, waving his little arms around like windmills.

"Dad? Come on! Let's go!"

Dennis tumbled his way down the stairs; duffle bag and book bag both over his arm. The Beatles had been jostled onto his little torso in a hurry, along with a worn pair of jeans and new sneakers. The gel job definitely could have been better, but he was seven. Most people thought the fact that he bothered with his hair was cute enough. The girls probably fauned over him just for trying. A part of me was hoping he was fauning over the boys though.

I loaded my cargo into the car and took off. It was rare for me to not have an errand to run after dropping Dennis off. Most times it was something from the Quick-Mart, since I was so bad at remembering everything when I did buy food. This time, however, was made to solve two problems: my lack of a camera and to create a great mood for my baby boy. The entire time, I drove with my hand on his smooth little thigh since Dennis was gone.

First stop was Sears. I picked up a nice digital camera with a remote and timer, so I didn't have to man the camera. I could have gotten it cheaper online, if only they had given me more time. How nice of them. Next was Kevin. In order to make sure this worked, I wanted to treat him. The nice thing about Kevin was that, if you treated him well, he would do just about anything you asked, especially if you promised. With him, it was always about a pleasant mood. A bad mood, however, made him impossible.

So, I took him to IHOP for breakfast and Toys 'R Us for a few choice desires. I loved to watch his little face light up every time something nice happened. When the waitress gave him extra syrup, he glowed. When the newest toy had a feature he didn't know about, he shone. Kevin was my little diamond. I never actually called him that, but I thought it.

The stage was set and the drive home couldn't be short enough. I sped too often and ran a few close calls with the traffic lights. I practically screeched to a halt in the driveway. My baby boy's face hadn't stopped smiling since they left the house over an hour ago. My hand had been edging up his thigh. By the time we were home, I was almost in contact with his underwear. I swallowed hard as my hand left him and let him leap from the vehicle with his toy bag. He dashed to the front door and I let him in.

As he began to run off towards the stairs, I called him back. I was already shaking. "Before you play with your toys, you want to play with Daddy's new toy? I want to take some pictures."

Kevin wasn't allowed to mess with electronics, so he dropped his bag. Slowly, he came to understand what I was offering. His other toys tossed aside, he ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch as I set up the tripod.

"You want to be in my pictures?"

"YEAH!" my baby boy called out.

"Good. Cheese!" I called, taking the first unexpectedly. He laughed. I joined him with the remote and we took pictures with his new toys and on the couch together. Progressively, the pictures got naughtier and naughtier. I had set the camera to take a picture every five seconds so I could pull my boy up onto my lap.

"Hey Kevin? Flash.

"Yeah?"

I held him close, one hand rubbing his chest through his little shirt and the other rubbing his leg just under the leg of his shorts. My hyper angel had calmed a bit, relaxing his blonde little head on my chest.

"Do you remember Great Uncle Albert?" I asked quietly.

"Uh huh…" He replied

"Well, when I was little, he and I had a lot of fun and liked to make ourselves feel better." Flash. My hand slid up farther on his thigh, back to where it was before I hopped out of my car. My thumb ran across that silky skin, wishing I never had to stop. I breathed in the scent of his kiddie shampoo, like a watermelon lollypop. My lips brushed up against his little ears and he snuggled up into my chest. My hand ran all the way up to his crotch, rubbing that tiny package through his superhero underoos. Kevin sighed. "We used to play with each other, right here…" I said, squeezing his little cock and balls through his material.

"Really?"

"Oh yes… And we would take pictures while we did it, because we both liked cameras. Sometimes, we would hold up funny signs too. You want to do that?"

"Uhh…" Kevin's cock was quite the hard little nail now. I fondled it a little and he sighed again. "Huh…"

I smiled. My hand pulled out of his crotch and grabbed the end of his tiny tee shirt.

"Arms up, ok?"

Those lanky little hands reached for the sky and I gave it a few good yanks. Up and off it went, floating to the floor behind the couch. My bare-chested baby looked so comfortable. Flash.

"It's hot, huh?" I asked, undoing the buttons on my shirt and sending to after the miniature one. My cock was rock hard in my slacks with Kevin placed right between my legs.

"It's just you and me, you know. You wanna take the pictures…" I looked this way and that in mock suspicion, then whispered, "…naked?"

Kevin's smile slowly grew as he looked around. "But why?"

"Why not?" I asked. "No one else is here to see but us! Just like taking a bath, remember?" Except the lack of water, soap, and, to replace them, an excess in sexual activities, of course! I didn't exactly include it, but everyone knows by the quarts of blood in my cock at that moment that I was thinking it. I put him on his own two feet so I could stand up. My rocket was ready for take off, it seemed. I undid my belt quickly and threw it aside.

Bordering on desperation, I fought the button on my pants and freed my muscular legs from their business-class prisoners called trousers. That left me standing before my boy in a picture she saw often: me in briefs. Kevin had slept with me before (not sexually speaking, of course) and, from time to time, we took baths together. I stopped that the hornier I got, but it wasn't anything new to him. So, without any sensual presentation, I tossed the last vestment of my own boy-lover virginity aside.

Kevin was quick about it too. When he was a baby, he hated clothes. Even now, Kevin had this strange preference for using the least amount of material in his clothes. Tee shirts only went down to his crotch. Shorts were short. None of those baggy, knee length things. Ankle socks. You get the picture. Underoos and shorts left him together in a matter of two seconds. The flashes kept going, but nothing broke the spell that my baby boy's body could cast over me. Man, did I ever want him. Cute cheeks, pert nipples, inner belly button, circumcised cock, light little sack, milky thighs, you fill in the spaces. He was and always would be my baby boy. Even today, when I see him, I still see a four-year-old sweet heart.

I pulled the cardboard sign from underneath the couch (yes, I had planned that well). Next, I pulled the most important part to me. My hands gently found his naked hips and guided him to sit next to me. It went without saying that my cock could have cut diamonds. This was the beginning of every hope and dream I had since my wife died. I did think of sex every five seconds (as so many people like to say we men do) and every time featured Kevin or Dennis. My hands shivered a little as my brain came to terms with the fact that fantasy was quickly evolving into reality.

Good thing that damn camera was packed with space. With both of us naked, the rest would be a breeze. I pulled him close and went straight for his silky pecker. I ran my finger playfully up and down his tiny length, eliciting sighs and giggles from Kevin.

"Do you know why Great Uncle Albert and I played down here?" I asked, jacking the boy once as a tease. I could feel him shiver.

"'Cause… it feels… good?" he asked, clearly distracted.

"That's right. We loved to have fun."

"Me too…!" Kevin whined out as I gave him another little tug on his winkie.

"Don't we all?" I placed his tiny little hand on my huge, circumcised cock. With my hand in his, I ran his hand up and down the shaft of it, so he got used to the feel.

"It's so warm…" he whispered. He started to stroke it on his own.

"Flash."

I pulled the sign up with my free hand and went back to holding and massaging his package.

"Yeah. You know why it's so warm?"

"Why?"

"Because it loves you."

Kevin blushed a little and continued to jack it. It was getting hard to count the flashes. I tried my best to focus, but it was like divine intervention; those hands felt like satin. Smooth, soft, most importantly, gentle. I think at least three flashes went by (I thought at the time that there were more like seven) when I stopped him. Inches away from orgasm, I had to stop and cool it down a little.

"Hey, buddy, you know what I liked to do with Great Uncle Albert?"

"Yeah… This…" Kevin replied, reaching back for my cock again.

"Not just that, baby. This is extra special and, if you try it, I'll get you that bike you wanted, ok?"

"YEAH!"

"Alright. I want you to take my wee-wee and put it in your mouth like a Popsicle," I said slowly, waiting for the inevitable childhood response. Wait for it… three, two, and one…

"Eww… You go pee with that, daddy!"

"Yes I do, but it's clean now. And it feels good, too. It's lots of fun."

"…Really?"

"Yes, really! You don't have to, but I remember something about a new Huffy…"

That was the end of the conversation. Little Kevin, not even in kindergarten yet, leaned forward over the edge of my leg to come head to head with my dick. Now on all fours with his butt in the air, I couldn't help but smile. I loved how his back arched and he stuck those round mounds into the air. Soon, I would have to do something with that. Kevin's little eyes were looking up at me, so I turned my attention to the task at hand, especially since a flash went by with no oral yet.

"Alright now. Open wide for Daddy. Careful about those choppers, cause teeth hurt, ok champ?"

"Yeah, Dad…" he said, staring down my cock like the power rangers do when fighting a big monster. For a few seconds, he sat there. A flash went by again. As I twisted to pull the sign up closer, he rather suddenly sucked me in. Like a vacuum, my schlong disappeared into his mouth, lips puckered tightly against what was left of it. A flash. My hand gently held his face in place. I realized it needed to look better, so I guided his head back and forth over the head of my cock. I could only get in about two inches at the moment, but it would get better.

I had a hard time keeping track again. Time seemed to blur and the only thing left was my angel in one of the most obscene positions I can think of. Eyes up on me, mouth bobbing over a big cock, back arched over the side with his ass in the air. Man, this was the dream of so many creepy perverts all around the world. It was my dream too. I was practically one of them. My balls are boiling and I needed to end this before I ended up drowning my son before he would ever get to have his first orgasm. So, with great disappointment in my own heart, parental responsibility kicks in and I pull him off.

"How was that?" I asked, leaning back with a sigh.

"It was fun!" Kevin exclaimed as he sat back on his haunches. That boy prick was still hard, a miracle for someone his own age. I couldn't really resist much longer, doing something further with his body and I wanted Kevin to want this as I did. So, without much thought or explanation, my hands wrapped around those round butt cheeks and pulled him off of his haunches and to my down-turned face. Before he could react, the two-inch cock disappeared into my mouth and my tongue began to work it right underneath the head.

Kevin was gasping for air. Like a cat in heat, he grabbed the hair on my head and started to hump my face. I got the idea and decided to take it further. Opening my mouth a bit bigger allowed my lips to cover his entire pubic area, including his family jewels. I went wild over his precious bits, tonguing every sensitive spot he had. I gripped his milky ass tightly, one cheek in each hand as I worked him over.

The flashes continued above and beyond what was needed. If this didn't solidify my position in that damn camp, what would? As he made his little bunny thrusts, I ran one hand up his back. I tried to touch every nerve I could all over him. I liked to tuck his pistoning prick underneath my tongue, so it had a hot place to contact all over. Every side was massaged at the same time, turning him into an animal. Finally, his thrusts turned into uncontrollable shaking and I took a more accurate roll. His cock leapt on my tongue and faintness overwhelmed him as his first orgasm ripped through his baby boy body. Finally, it stopped and he started to fall backwards. A strong arm held him up from the center of his bony back. His cock in my mouth went soft instantly and I let go of it. It sagged, tired from its first ever dry cum.

So, I let him down softly, making sure no limb was uncomfortably placed as he caught his breath. Doing my duty as a pervert, I turned off the camera. I wondered if I could earn extra points for bringing the boy to orgasm on camera. Even better, his first ever orgasm. Who knew? But the sign was in almost every picture until the end, when Kevin's pleasure became more important than the damn sign. Oh well. It should be enough, I told myself.

As I unhooked the camera from its tripod, I couldn't help but watch my little boy, bare naked, draped on the couch. His first lay, I thought. A feeling of pride came where I had expected there to be guilt. This was supposed to be evil stuff, wasn't it? Then why was I so happy? Then I realized it the answer: it was because Kevin was so happy. What could possibly be evil, yet make an angel smile? There was no such thing. No longer would I rely on the misguided morals of a society that couldn't understand. Kevin and I were bound by our mutual experience. Nothing would change that.

"…Daddy?"

"Yes, Kevin?"

"I get it…"

"Get what, sweetie?"

"Why you and Great Uncle Albert liked playing like that!" he said, beaming with joy.

"I'm glad. But we should get dressed. You know that this is just between you and I, right? You can't tell your friends or even your brother. It's our very fun secret."

"Like the secret of the pirate's treasure?"

"Even more secretive! The most biggest secret ever!" I said, tossing him his clothes from the pile behind the couch. When I came back up with my own, his underoos were up and on and his shorts were halfway there. I had my boxers up and was throwing on my shirt.

"You can keep a secret, can't you?"

"Of course!"

"Excellent. Now, why don't you try out those toys we bought while I go do some boring dad stuff for a while, ok?"

"Why do you have to do boring dad stuff all the time?" Kevin asked. He always asked this when he wanted me to play with him. Boring dad stuff was the term I used to describe such activities as work, paying bills, cleaning the house, or any other chore besides spending time with the boys or relaxing. Anything that required a sigh of boredom, really.

"Well, how will we ever get to go on vacation if I don't figure out how?"

"…Vacation?!"

"Oh!" I said in mock foolishness. "Did I just let that slip?"

"YEAH!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down on the couch. "Where are we going?!"

"Oh I don't know quite yet! But, one way or another, you and me and your brother are going to take some time off from boring stuff and do nothing but fun stuff. But you gotta be patient, ok? And it's a surprise for Dennis, so that's a much smaller, but still very important secret. Got it?"

"Uh huh!" Kevin saluted me. It was a game he liked to play. Gi-Joe was his favorite action figure, so anything military excited him. A few months ago, I took him to a naval yard and he nearly blew a gasket. If I hadn't known better from my experience a few minutes ago, I would have thought he had his first orgasm while touching the side of a newly christened battleship for the navy.

"Dismissed, private!" I barked like the sergeants on TV. Kevin marched off… sorta. With him, it looked a bit more like how the Nazis walked in the old history class films. At first, it kinda scared me, but I got used to it. I seriously doubted that I was raising a four-year-old pro-genocide boy.

After he left, I threw myself into the bathroom and jacked my cock three times. That's all it took. To give you a bit of perspective of how that went, I'll tell you this: I was scrubbing the walls before I got out of there.

Written 7-23-2006. A special thanks to Graye, for your help on this story.