Perverts 'R' Us

Daddy's Dib

By Antony Johnson ( m/b8, oral, anal, M/bbb, pedo, scat, piss, rape )

I write this story to tell you what happened with me. Currently I am incarcerated in Hawkins State Penitentiary for sexual misconduct with a minor. I raped my 3 and 8-year-old sons. At present I receive some therapy and my therapist recommended me to write my story down and read why I came to this act.

Part 1

The cold icy winds of January '79, blew around the house while sat together with Mom and Dad and Steven, my brother, in front of TV. Just watching some program to kill time before the news would start. It was cozy at home, with nice soft carpets and nice colorful wallpaper. I sometimes remember a fireplace but there never has been one. Being only 8 years old, news was something really dull and I preferred to play with my toys. I also have a 12-year-old sister but she doesn't live at home. She's retarded and lives in a special home, but that's beside the issue.

So I slid off the couch and searched for my way between the legs of my parents and my brother towards my 'play corner'.

"Jason, you can play for a half an hour but then you'll go to bed," my mom howled from the living room.

"Huhhuh," was all the answer she got.

After half an hour the news ended and I was guided upstairs, my teeth brushed and my pajamas put on and into bed.

My sixteen-year-old brother decided to make some homework, and stumbled up the stairs behind me. I did not play a lot with my brother but liked to snoop around in his room. His stuff was much cooler than mine. Please remember there were no computers, so toys looked more real and more special then nowadays. Besides he had some nearly nude women on the walls and signs and posters of baseball players. His room smelled musky, although I thought back then, it just smelled funky. Underneath his mattress he had hidden some adult magazines but only being eight years old I did not care too much, yet.

All of a sudden my brother ran into my room and started yelling about me being in his room again.

"Honestly," I lied. "I haven't been there."

I tried to look as innocent I could. My mother yelled from down the stairs that we had to quiet down and I had to go to sleep. My brother promised me a beating if I ever got back into his room again.

Through the closet in my room I could look into my brother's room through a series of holes in the wall. I could spy on him without him even noticing it. That evening I watched him for the first time beating off. His penis wasn't very long but quite fat and I could see a touch of hair around his dick. While he jerked, his balls would bounce up and down, and that sight awakened my 3-inch cock. I slid my hand into my pajama shorts and I started to make the same moves as Steven did. I could see his penis shooting its load on a small towel he laid on the seat of his desk chair. And then I had my very own pre-adolescent orgasm too. Nothing came out, but this incredible feeling of blood flushing though my loins, taking away every breath I could take, making me almost cry, was unmistakably an orgasm.

After that I jumped into my bed and fell into an eventful sleep with many dreams, some semi- erotic, others more scary. The next morning I did not dare to look at my brother, feeling guilty and somehow like he was catching me in the act. For over a couple of weeks I looking for him to repeat the session, but I did not see him doing it again.

After some time, when I almost forgot his thing, Steven walked in to my room again. At first I was afraid that he would beat me for being in his room again. But he didn't. He looked funny, with glazy eyes. He didn't turn on the light, but my 'night friend', a tiny light on the wall for when I was afraid, gave him a strange look. Our parents were at a neighbor's party, so he could have beaten me as much as he wanted, but he didn't.

My brother sat next to me on the side of my bed and started talking about this girl he fancied. He told me how she gave him a huge boner and he beat himself off as often as he could. I looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. I guess he knew that being only 8, I had no idea what he was talking about so he explained to me what it meant to beat off a boner. I remembered watching him pulling his penis, and the bouncing balls and understood what he was talking about.

He softly slid his hand under the covers and touched my privates through my briefs. I already was hard, but tried to suppress that. He softly rubbed my tiny balls and removed my underwear. He got his own penis out, and from up close it looked much bigger than before. He guided my hand towards his shaft and made me squeeze it. Pre-cum was leaking from the red, swollen tip. After a few strokes he decided I had to do something else. He sat on my chest and forced his hard cock in my mouth instantly pumping into the back of my mouth. I gagged and almost had to puke, but he kept on going on. Then he softly moaned and pulled his cock from my mouth, cumming all over my face and my red cheeks. He took me to the bathroom, cleaned me up and made me promise not to tell anyone … "or else!"

For nearly two days I didn't see Steven in the house. I think he was avoiding me, but then I just missed him. But that night he came back into my room. He didn't say a word to me but started doing his thing to me. He took off my pants and played a bit with my cock, which was instantly swollen hard. Then he started sucking me. That felt great, so soft, moist, and warm. I loved being sucked by Steven, he would use his tongue, licking my balls and while doing that kneading my minuscule shaft.

"Now you" he whispered huskily in my ear. I took his semi hard cock in my mouth, doing the very best I could. I was licking, sucking, and using my tongue. He stood straight in front of me grabbing my head and started pounding inside my mouth, then all of a sudden he pulled out and said, "I wanna do you like a girl."

Having no idea what he meant, I looked dumbly at him. He tossed me onto my belly and was spitting a huge amount of saliva between my butt cheeks. He stuck his thumb inside me and that made me feel like I had to poop. But Steven didn't seem to care and started moving his thumb in and out of my anus, relaxing my sphincter and stretching it up. I still did not realize what he was going to do to me, so I let him do it without resisting. I was sort of afraid, but somehow excited about doing 'dirty stuff' with my brother.

Then he positioned himself behind me, running his cock between my cheeks. Now I understood what he was going to do to me.

"Steven, please don't!" I begged.

No answer. Very slowly he forced himself inside me, giving me excruciating pain in my butt underneath him. Inch by inch he reached deeper in my bowels, stretching me open. I started crying, tears ran over my cheeks into the mattress. He positioned a pillow under me so my butt would stick up for him. When he finally was in all the way, he started shoving it up and down causing me even more pain.

"From now on, you're my little girl," he grunted viciously.

It made me very scared but I did not say a thing still sobbing over my brutal rape. Then he started pounding more, deeper and more vicious and then a deep groan, hot air on my neck and I felt how his cock deeply buried inside me started throbbing as he was shooting his load of semen. He withdrew his cock from me and tossed me, feeling very weak in my legs, to the bathroom. Cum was leaking from my butt and running down my legs.

Again Steven cleaned me up. "Here," he said, grabbing my hand, "touch your arse." I touched my wide-open hole.

And as he promised, he made me his girl, and not only his own. He had friends come over who sometimes took turns in either making me blow them or them raping me. They would stick objects like candles or the handles from baseball clubs or bottlenecks inside me. They made me do stupid stings like dance nude, making my balls bounce up and down, or long and extended spanking sessions while they would watch porn or SM movies on Betamax. This went on till I was about 14. Steven was moving out, going to college.

It was not because of the treatment of my brother I got twisted in my head, but the more because of all his friends fucking and abusing me. I loved my brother, but I was never able to talk with him about this. He's married to his second wife and has a son and a daughter with her. I hope he's better for them than he was to me.

Part 2

When I was 26 I met Irene. We married and had two lovely twin sons, Max and Thomas, and a year later Joshua came. We moved to Missouri and near St. Louis we settled.

Irene was not very sure of herself, being sexually and psychiatrically abused for a long time by her parents and her two brothers. So she ended up being with me. It took her a long time to be able to have intercourse with me because of her past, but finally she loosened up and our sons were the result.

After birth of Josh, she got a severe post-labor depression tried to suffocate Josh and ended up finally in a hospital. There she committed suicide. I was being left alone with the boys and I decided to make an all-male household. A first I received some help from child services, but when they saw I was doing fine they left and didn't come back.

Josh now was 3 and Max and Thom were getting 8-years old. They looked great and were for their age outstanding in sports and a real help to me. Still often I would feel alone, especially when the boys were gone to bed and I was sitting alone in the living room at night. That was the time I started drinking. There is where it went wrong.

Drunken, I stumbled up the stairs and went in to the twins' rooms. At first I'd only look at the boys, but one night I got horny watching them just being asleep. I walked over to their bed and started playing with myself. I got my dick out and fondled my cock and my balls. I started masturbating myself, watching as these two slight blondish boys slept. Max had only his pajama pants on and his chest was completely bare. With the index finger of my free hand I touched his skin softly and slowly moved to his nipple. Under my touch it got a bit hard and pointy. I moved down to his tiny belly-button, towards the spot where in a few years a thin stripe of hair would grow. I moved with one finger the bands of his pants and looked at the curves of his groin. Without even trying to see his penis I shot my load over his bare chest and belly. I didn't even try cleaning him up. And he slept through the whole thing. I went to bed and dreamed about my brother masturbating behind the desk.

The night after I was a little less precautious. I took away the boys' pajamas so they had to sleep in their undies. They went to bed around seven. Being 8 years old, that's reasonable I think. At nine I was already drunk enough to put my plan into action.

I snuck into their room and first I covered them up, leaving my left hand under Max's comforter. I took my dick out and moved my hand into his undies, feeling his tiny penis instantly stirring in my hand palm. After he was hard I put my head under his covers and started sucking his penis. I went crazy, I think. This was such a huge turn-on. Pre-cum was leaking like crazy from my cock, which was aching from hardness. With my left hand I moved towards Max's little rosebud but when I tried to enter, he woke up.

"Daddy?" he whispered.

I lifted him up and brought him to my own bedroom. His cock still hard and mine dangling partially hard. He soon understood what was going on. I tenderly laid him down and kissed him softly on his belly and on the arches of his groin. Then I took his penis again in my mouth and listened to my little boy's breath while I sucked him. I was easily sucking his cock and his soft scrotum at the same time. His breathing got a little faster and more apparent. My son was soon having his first orgasm.

Then he whispered, "That feels really great, Daddy." I continued to suck him and then he moaned and shook and trembled and softly squealed.

My cock was still aching and pounding against my own belly but I did not want to cum yet. I brought Max back to bed and took Thomas out. He put his little arms around me. I laid him down on is back and removed his underwear. I took a little distance from him to observe him. He was slightly rougher build than Max, but definitely an 8-year-old, too.

I lay next to him and stoked his body. My prick touched his leg a bit leaving a trace of pre-cum behind. I touched his penis softly, but he did not open his eyes. I made it hard as I did to Max, but I was determined to take his little bud and to cum too. I sucked him for a bit and when he started to moan, I quit. I moved his little legs apart and wet my middle finger with saliva. I continued sucking him. I waited until he started moaning once more. At the point I expected him to cum, I forced my finger inside him. That woke him up and feeling of the squeezing of his tight little anus around my finger while cumming, squealing like his brother, made me so horny that I had to cum now.

I yanked my finger out, reached for my cock and by the time I got there, big squirts of cum shot all over my little baby boy's belly, his legs and everything else. It felt like my balls were so tight they hurt. I felt weak and fuzzy in my head. I shook and trembled and tears nearly were popping out of my eyes. This was incredible. I'd never been aware of ejaculating like that.

Thomas looked up with glazed eyes at me and I said, "You made Daddy just very happy."

"Oh, okay," was all he said as he stepped off the bed and stumbled to his own room.

Next day was Saturday and I took my three boys out to a baseball game. A nearby university baseball team, the Mizzou Tigers, played and the boys loved it. It was the first game in the champion series and it was pretty crowded. I treated them well for their helping hand to make Daddy feel better. They got home all red and swollen from treats and McDonald's got a good bit of business from us that day. We had a real fun day.

I sent the boys to their beds but now I kept Josh close to me for a bit. He was already asleep when the twins went upstairs. Josh was only 3 so I had to be a bit careful with him. I took his diapers off, but kept his Tigers shirt on. I kissed him softly on his head, his nose his lips. With my tongue I parted his lips and stuck my tongue in his mouth, twisting it slowly around. I played with his petite little cock and with what seemed to be a scrotum large for his age. With my other hand, I undressed myself. From behind the couch I took a bottle of baby oil and smeared Josh's little pooper and thighs in with the oil.

I slowly lifted him up and put him on my raging hard cock. With my own thighs I locked his thighs together and my damp, wet, oily cock was between his thighs. I started making a fucking motion between my three-year-old boy's legs. In the reflection of the TV screen I saw myself doing it, which got me even more aroused. I looked and saw how my cock moved between his legs as it showed and disappeared, showed and disappeared. Josh was getting awake by now but I didn't care anymore, I wanted to cum.

When I was getting close I opened the lock, got my son off my cock and pushed my cock in his mouth. I shot my goddamned load nearly through his head as horny as I was. He gagged, swallowed, couldn't handle it and started puking while I still was ejaculating with great force into my 3-year-old son's mouth.

I tidied him up a bit and brought him to bed. He was crying, because he didn't understand what was going on. I told him he was a very big boy and that he was the best son a father could wish for. Then he cheered up a bit. I told him I loved him and that we were going to do great things tomorrow. Then he fell asleep.

Part 3

That Sunday we all went out to the city. After taking a tour on one of the riverboats, we took one of the gondolas up and then climbing to the top of the Arch to look out before climbing back down and taking the gondola down. We all ate something in the McDonald's and continued our tour to the Robertsville State Park. The playgrounds and the wide-open stretched landscape and some fishing grounds were fun for the boys.

I got our fishing gear out of the car. I made Max watch Josh and Thom helped me out setting up our gear. It was around two when we sat down waiting for the fish to bite. Josh was playing with his toy fishing gear while the boys concentrated, sitting down and waiting for the fish to bite. I glazed over to my boys, handsome, fine and easygoing boys. Funny how these twins, even non-identical ones like mine, look like each other sitting in the same way a little bent over, concentrating on the water as if trying to will the fish to bite. Their shorts curled up the same way around their bare thighs. They were barefooted, wiggling their toes, impatient for the fish.

I went up to get myself a beer from the cooler in the car, making Josh 'help me to carry them.' At the back of the car I lowered the lid of the trunk, put Josh on it and suddenly I urged to rip off his diapers and suck his tiny ass. I did. I saw the surprise on is face, but I promised to be nice to him.

He was still looking at me as I stuffed my face between his little cheeks and directed my tongue into his tight little butthole. He giggled of this feeling and then I felt how he started pushing. While my tongue still was buried in his hole, he started pooping in my face and mouth. In my kinky twisted head, it was the treat of the day for me. With long strokes I started lapping up the tiny turds coming from his butt.

After a while I jacked myself off in rapid haste. I cleaned his ass off with my tongue and spurted my jizz over the back of my car. I didn't put Josh's diapers back on, but left him bare naked running around, which you might expect from a three-year-old. I grabbed my beers and flushed the shit remains and my bad breath away with it.

Letting Josh run around I offered my two other sons a beer too. At first they looked strange at me, but being all tough and so, they did not want to refuse. By the way, drinking beer with your ol' man is rather cool, they silently agreed with each other. Their first sip made them make faces of disgust, but I pretended like I didn't see them.

"You like it guys?" I asked.

"Yeah" they both said to me.

"Good. Drink it up and then we get another one," I replied to my eight-year-olds.

After the first can they were already getting slightly drunk but after the second one they fell asleep. I put my boys in the car, gathered the gear and we drove back home. Josh fell asleep during the ride and night began to fall over Missouri.

I brought my boys to my bedroom and lay them to next to each other. "Tonight is going to be my night," I thought. I drank a few more beers and when I felt I was loosened up enough to do my thing I waggled up to my room. My boys were still sound asleep. It had been I nice hot and sunny day and I could see that Josh had a slight sunburn on his shoulders, but not very bad though.

I stripped all boys naked, took my camera and shot some nice pics of my sleeping dudes. I stroke Max first and snapped a few shot of him with his pointy prick sticking up in the air. Then, Josh and finally, Thomas. I put my cam on 30 sec interval so it would continue taking pictures while I did my thing for over an hour.

I started sucking Thomas, made him cum in his sleep and went over to Josh. I lifted him by his ankles showing the camera his butt. I spread his cheeks and exposed his rosebud to the world. Now I got so hard again I nearly couldn't stop anymore. I went to Max who was sucking is thumb and I pulled away his finger and shoved my cock into his mouth. He opened his eyes in terror when he nearly gagged. But seeing me just fucking his mouth calmed him down. I removed my cock from his mouth and hushed him so he wouldn't wake his brothers.

I lifted my four-year-old son up like I did to his brother and pointed my cock in his direction. I spat a nice amount of saliva on his crack and fingered him with my free hand. He looked in terror to me again, but I didn't pay any attention to his looks at me. When stretched out a bit I laid my index finger across my lips as if to shush him and told him he had to be very quiet. I slowly moved my dickhead towards his tiny hole. I forced my cockhead into him.

Thomas shook his head and I could see tears welling in his beautiful blue eyes. I hushed him again and started shoving my fully hard cock an inch more inside him. I spit again while I penetrated my son's ass. Like I said earlier it is respectfully long but is rather fat, about two and a half inches in diameter or nearly the size of a beer can so Thomas really had to be stretched out to receive my meat. When my seven inches were disappeared inside him he was crying and sobbing, still shaking his head 'no'. But it was too late. My drunken head didn't feel a thing for him as only pure lust and desire for molesting him.

I started pulling my dick out of him again and forcing it in brutally and hard. He open wide his eyes, squealed, and passed out underneath me. He lay like a rag doll in my arms, losing his urine because of loss of control over it. Pissing over himself and partially over me got me going again. I started fucking my boy's butt again. I stopped and flipped him over while my cock still in him and got him on his stomach. Fucking his bowels was really fine. I sensed the ache of my balls coming up again. I soon was to cum inside Thomas.

I lifted his limp body up and sat on the chair next to my bed lifting him up and down my cock, imagining he was doing that all by himself. He was sliding down my shaft with his tiny little pooper. I got off so hard and with such force Thomas woke up again. Feeling dizzy and in pain, he started sobbing again. I had indeed traumatized him with my rape of his ass. His anus had been stretched open unmercifully by a two and a half inch fat cock. He wasn't bleeding or anything, but was definitely bruised. I lifted him off my cock and put him back on the bed. I looked at him and said, "You're next if you want… Can you handle Josh you think?" With his cry-swollen eyes he nodded.

Thomas just laid and watched me undoing my toddler's diapers. Thomas' tears reminded me of the hot molestation of his butt. My three-year-old was significantly smaller and even tighter. The thought only made my cock even harder. I lowered my head, lapping his tiny butt. While I started tongue-fucking for the second time that day, he didn't expend any effort to poop in my mouth again.

I stretched his sphincter open and had to use quite some force entering my index and middle finger inside him. It woke him and he looked at me with glazed eyes. Finger-fucking Josh's butt made his little cock first shrink and then it became erect. I gently stroked his cock with my free hand and continuously twisting my wrist, prepping his ass for my fat and swollen cock. While twisting, his face looked like crying but with every stroke he cooed with pleasure. I was ready, he was ready and I was going to give him the ride of his life.

From the nightstand I took the KY, lubing up his hind end and pushing my rampant cock inside him. Not gently and softly as with Thomas, but harsh and ruthless I jammed in my bloated penis. Josh instantaneously opened his mouth, trying to scream, but Thomas quickly covered the toddler's mouth with his hand. I looked at my son who was holding the youngest boy's mouth shut. And I looked into his eyes and I saw a dangerous and treacherous glimpse of a companion.

My cock was still buried in Josh, who tried to free himself from my cock and the hand that kept him silent, I started to fuck him. First kindly and that hushed him, but after a few times I needed to fuck him stiff and violently. Thomas now positioned himself near Josh's head, still silencing him, grabbing Josh's ankles and holding them up for his old man so I had a clear entrance. While I continued fucking my toddler's butt, Thomas moved and was soon sitting on Josh' face and making him eat out his shitty hole for him. Max had awakened too and was watched us having fun. He started playing his tiny boner, running the foreskin up and down. Josh managed to free himself and screamed out even though it was muffled by his brother's ass.

I signaled Max to come over towards me. He did, and I pulled out my cock so my 8-year old sons could fuck his brother too. He started humping his brother for a bit but ever since my cock stretched his ass so wide there was no fun for him. He stood between me and Thomas and made Thomas suck his cock. His little ass was dancing so invitingly in my face. I started licking him while I stuffed my cock in my 3-year old. This was incredible. I was having a foursome with my own sons. The thought echoed wildly though my head.

Then I started to cum. On waves of happiness and lasting joy my cum started boiling in my heated loins and forcing its way out into the bowels of my youngest son. Shot after shot I filled him up with the volcanic emission of my cravings and the ache of life ebbing away from me. With every shot of sperm oozing in my sons guts I lost my pain and gained more love for my boys. Painfully erect, my orgasm touched every nerve of my body, making me tremble and jerk and bouncing up and down on the bed, making my cock pop out of my son's ass.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I started hugging my boys calming them and giving them back some of the love I just received from them. The four of us snuggled up and I comforted Josh a bit more, for his ass was intensely pained. Soon, we fell asleep.

Part 4

This is the final part I will write. This is where it went totally wrong. You see, and I don't want to go over the details of trial and incarceration.

Max thought it would be cool to introduce a friend of his school to us and our love quartet. So he asked Jay to stay over for the weekend. Now I didn't feel like doing my thing to a strange kid, it was a family thing to me. It was a way of keeping Irene and the boys and myself together. Jay though was a handsome boy, a bit like Mason Gamble, the kid from Denis the Menace. He was a year older then Max was, making him about 10 years old.

After school on a Friday they arrived, and Max told me boldly that Jay needed a fuck from me. I was shocked! There was no way they were supposed to be telling in school that I screwed me boys every other day. Jay looked glaze-eyed in my direction and I told him, "What a ridiculous idea that was. I would never do such thing," but that he was more than welcome to spend the weekend as planned. They went upstairs and I went on doing whatever I was doing.

An hour or so later I was back and I could hear the boys' laughter. I went upstairs to see what they were up too. They were sitting behind my computer watching the pictures I took of me with the boys. Max was jacking Jay and Jay jacking Max. I stood and watched them for a bit while fumbling with my own cock. They must have heard me for all of a sudden they looked over at me as I had my cock in my tight fist.

"Come on Dad!" Max started whining for me to join them.

"Please, Mr. Johnson?" Jay echoed.

I entered the room with my cock still sticking out straight forward and Max was opened his mouth to start sucking me. I stroked Jay's hair and looked at his penis. It was nothing like my sons' looked like. His was big and swollen like a 13-year-old, although it had no hair on it. I figured that was why Max wanted Jay to stay over!

I reached down and gently started stroking Jay's pre-adolescent cock. It jumped up like it had a life of its own. I moved over to give his cock a closer inspection. I took it effortlessly in my mouth and started giving Jay a firm blowjob. He closed his eyes and let himself go. Max was sucking at the same time on my ass and balls, turning me on, trying to get his little finger inside me. After a bit of sucking I stood up and wanted Jay to suck me a bit, he did. I could tell he had have been practicing, for he did not use any teeth and he shoved it in the back of his throat immediately, using a lot of lips and tongue and suction to please me.

I was getting undressed as was Max but Jay had his pants down on his ankles and needed to be freed too. Instead I needed a break or else I would cum instantly inside Jay's hungry mouth. We went down to my room. I heard Max tell Jay, "I told you so, didn't I?"

"Yeah, he's the best!" Jay answered.

As I lay down, Max asked in a shy voice whether I would allow Jay to fuck me. That was an idea that never occurred to me, but I liked the sound of it and I got turned on by the idea of a 10-year old fucking my puckered ass. I greased myself up and Max closely watched my face while Jay positioned himself behind me.

"Now!" Max screamed.

Jay rammed his 7" cock into my ass. My face must have looked awful because Max started laughing so viciously and hard. I felt how my breath was stopped in the back of my mouth and how my ass was torn apart by cramps. "Damn!" I breathed out as the pain ebbed away.

Jay immediately started fucking my ass full-blown, full-bore. Max still was looking me in the face, giving me gentle kisses. My cock was wrinkled and small, but I still was horny as hell. I started kissing my son on his mouth, parting his lips with my tongue and searching his mouth with my tongue. Max started playing with my cock, while Jay never once stopped fucking my behind.

Soon I was hard again and I lifted Max so I was able to push my drooling cock into his ass. I couldn't get hard enough and Max was not prepped for this fuck. I laid my dick between his cheeks and started whacking my own cock. Soon my cum started dripping from my piss hole into the butt crack of my son's ass. My ass would tighten up and making it harder for this 10-year-old Jay to fuck his friend's father.

But I was turning him on, that's for sure. He started making moves in my ass while I still was cumming, and rubbing his dick head up and down my prostate. I thought I was losing my mind. This was in-fucking-credible! Jay started shooting his load in my butt and making it slippery and messy inside me. I nearly lost my breath and fell over Max' little body. I felt how Jay's cum dripped out of my ass, flowed down my scrotum and onto the bed.

"That was great, Jay! That was fucking great!" I said. Max and Jay laughed out loud.

I got dressed and the boys wandered around bare and wanted to play a bit more. That night and the next day Jay came over and surprised me again. I was sound asleep and he came and started fucking me, while I still was asleep. I woke up and found him buried deep in my bowels. We kissed and I made him cum as he did to me. The weekend went fast.

A few days later I felt regret towards my other sons that they had not been able to join the fun. I asked Max not to invite Jay anymore.

"This was too queer for me, you see. I'm not a homo or anything," I told my 8-year old. "What we do is a family thing but he is not part of the family!"

Jay got upset and told his parents that I had sex with my boys, within 24 hours I was arrested and in jail. My boys went for a period of time to Steven, my brother and his fucking Christian wife, surely to be mentally molested by them both. Well I guess that's my story. Hope you keep out of trouble! Thanks, Jay!

The end

Antony Johnson