Perverts 'R' Us

A Father's Story

By DarkStar, in collaboration with Boy 'O Boy ( M/b, inc-dad/son, oral )

This story is a fictional account of a father's awakening to his pedophilia. It involves father/son incest between a grown man and a small boy and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18 or where it might be considered illegal. If, however you are a freethinking adult and you enjoy erotic stories in the privacy of your own home, please continue reading.

This story was related to me over time. I'd met Danny online after he had read some of my erotic stories and contacted me to let me know that he liked what I had written. We gradually built up a friendship and trust. It was then that he began relating his own story of his love and affection for his son, Brice. The following story is what he told me over a period of some weeks. Whether it happened as written is for you to decide, and now on to his story.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Danny. I'm a 30-year-old married man. I'm in good shape for an "old" married guy and I'm the proud dad to two boys, Brice 5 and Bryan 3. They are the loves of my life. What I didn't know was the depth of that love until that night about two years ago when Brice was a 3-year-old toddler. I was home with the boys while my wife was at work. This wasn't unusual, since I often worked from home on my computer. It was getting to be mid-afternoon and the boys had eaten lunch already.

After I got the baby down for his nap, I knew it was finally the time for little Brice and I to have some of our "special" playtime together. My cock had been aching for the little 3-year-old for hours, ever since he and his 6-month-old baby brother had gotten up that morning. When I leaned down to hug Brice, he let his little hand briefly brush across the crotch of my pants. Then later on, as I was tending to the baby, he came up and whispered in my ear that he wanted to have some playtime with me, and he gave me a little kiss on the ear as he said it. God I was so hard for that little boy, I could hardly stand it. Even though it had been just a few weeks since I first got him into my bed, I was totally consumed by him and him by me.

It had all started very innocently. Brice had climbed up onto my bed one morning as he frequently did. We started our usual morning roughhousing. Brice accidentally brushed up against my cock and I felt a big sexual jolt run through my body. I tried to ignore it. I figured it was just a normal reaction to being touched in my most private area. Any man would have the same reaction, I thought to myself. But Brice noticed it too. He wanted to know what "that was" inside my underwear.

I thought it would be a good time to show him that it was just daddy's penis and he had one too. Nothing sexual I was kidding myself into believing. I allowed him to fondle it a bit, still holding to the thought that this wasn't erotic in any way. I was fooling myself, of course. Brice wasn't satisfied to just feel it through my boxers. He had to see what it was. Not wanting to make a big deal of it and being a "modern dad" I decided, what the heck. I pulled my boxers down to mid-thigh and let him see daddy's penis. His eyes lit up at the sight of my very big, very hairy genital area. My cock is above average at 7½ inches long and I am uncut. I kept both of my boys intact also. It was a family custom.

I watched as Brice held my rapidly expanding cock in his tiny hands and I felt a surge of sexual energy like never before go through my body. But I was still in denial. I couldn't admit that what I was looking at, what I was feeling for my son at that moment was pure lust. My cock belied my denial. It was throbbing and as hard as it had ever been in my life. I continued to watch as he explored every inch of my cock, his hands moving down to my ample scrotum and his fingers rubbing my curly dark pubes. I reflexively opened my legs wider so he could have complete access to my balls. He was fascinated by it all. He looked up at me expectantly as if asking if he could continue. I smiled back at him giving him tacit approval. How could I stop him now? I was shaking with arousal by this time and I don't think I could have stopped if I'd wanted to. I didn't want to.

After many minutes of this I had to make a decision. I would either continue with this perverted episode or end it unceremoniously so Brice wouldn't think there was anything strange about the whole thing. To my lasting disappointment, I decided to end it. I had to wrap my mind around what was happening to me. I knew I wasn't one of those perverts you hear about on TV. I was a married man, a father. When the same thing happened the next morning, Brice coming to my bed, hopping up and wasting no time in putting his tiny toddler hands into the fly of my boxers, I knew it was a losing battle.

I sighed and lay back on my pillow where I could watch as he fondled my rigid cock and toyed with my tingling balls. I could no longer deny the fact that I loved what Brice was doing. Up to this point I had kept things to just very heavy petting and fondling between the two of us, but things were moving quickly now, and I was seemingly powerless to stop it in any way. Up until this point I had had the will power to stop my young son before I had a climax.

My mind was telling me this was wrong while my entire body was screaming out for it to never stop. I watched as my son fondled a cock that was much too large in comparison to his tiny hands and face. I saw it turning a darker, ruddy color, as I became more and more aroused. My nearly purple cock head was barely covered by my stretched foreskin. Pre-cum began oozing out of my piss slit. When Brice gave me a puzzled look, I just told him in simple terms that when he became a daddy his penis would do that too. He accepted it in typical child-like trust.

I spread my legs wide. Brice didn't have to be told what to do. He crawled between them and sat facing his new playthings. My cock was pulsing to the beat of my heart and my balls were hanging low between my legs in their ample scrotum. I watched as he lifted them up to inspect them closely. He had an intense look on his face as if he was studying some mystery that needed to be solved. I moaned involuntarily.

Brice looked up quickly to see if he had done something wrong. I smiled a fatherly smile down at him and he lost no time in resuming his task. I watched him put both of his tiny pink hands around the base of my cock and lift it so it was pointing to the ceiling. A droplet of silvery pre-cum slid down the head of my cock and began its slow syrupy journey to my pubic area. The contrast of my dark cock with his young face just behind it made it throb.

I felt more drops of pre-cum oozing out of my piss slit. Again Brice looked up at me as if to ask, "What's that, daddy?" I told him that it was sort of sweet and to taste it if he wanted. He put his tiny pink tongue between his lips and tentatively licked at the droplets on my cock head. He smiled up at me. It was his way of letting me know that I was right, it was sweet tasting. He licked some more as he held my cock vertically so he could lean in to lick some more. I reached down with my hand and rubbed the top of his head as more and more pre-cum exited my sensitive cock and told him that it was what daddy's did when their boys made them feel extra special happy. He smiled a broad smile and continued on with fondling and licking my cock.

"Oh God, I'm going to hell," I thought to myself.

But I was hooked. My eyes couldn't leave the erotic scene before me. I'd never in my life felt such pleasure as I was feeling when my son ran his hands over my cock and balls and his tongue over the glans. I put my hand over Brice's and began a slow steady stroking motion up and down my cock for just a few seconds. My smart little son caught on instantly. He continued stroking his daddy's cock with some relish. My breathing came in gasps by now and my stomach was rising and falling rapidly as I was reaching towards my climax.

Should I stop him now? What would he think if he saw that stuff coming from his daddy's body? Would it scare him? I had to find out. My hips rose up off the bed involuntarily as I let out a roar of a moan and felt the first spurts of thick, creamy cum spurt up as if in slow motion and hang mid-air before it fell to my chest and stomach. Spurt after spurt rushed up my cock and out into the air.

Brice was paralyzed with fascination and maybe a bit of fear. He held onto my cock and didn't move for a full minute. His eyes remained high in the air as if he was staring at some phantom gobs of cum suspended there. After I'd caught my breath some, I smiled down at him and told him that what he had done was very good. That he made his daddy so happy that I had to make some daddy-milk for him. He smiled as if he knew what I meant. I was sure he didn't but he was satisfied for the moment. He crawled up onto my chest and hugged me tightly. I ran my hand through his soft hair and we both drifted off to a blissful sleep.

Too soon I woke up and realized that I'd better get cleaned up. Reluctantly, I got up and Brice followed. I made the boys breakfast and the rest of the morning I spent doing work on the computer. By lunchtime I was able to push most of what had happened into the back of my mind… for the present. I put Bryan down for his nap and carried Brice piggyback into his room. He frowned and put his arms up as if to say, "No Daddy, I want to go with you."

"You have to have a nap Brice. You know the rules." I said.

Reluctantly he lay down and I went back to my computer for the time being. I heard the TV come on and I wondered to myself what was going on.

I checked on Bryan. The baby was asleep, so quickly I found Brice in the front room watching cartoons. I gave him a stern "daddy look". He giggled as he ran up to me and jumped up into my arms for a long, overpowering hug. This turned into more than just your usual cuddle almost instantly, and without hesitating, I carried the cute little three-year-old boy off to my room. Brice and I were down to our underwear in no time, me in silk boxer shorts, and he in a cute little pair of Winnie the Pooh briefs.

I had never seen such a cute little boy who was so anxious and excited to be with a grown man. He obviously loved the things I had introduced him to so far, and he couldn't wait to try more and more "naughty" things with me, as he called them. What amazed me was that now; he was becoming more aggressive with his actions as his tiny fingers went right to the leg opening of my boxers. He crawled up to my chest and turned facing the foot of the bed giving me a perfect view of his tiny butt. He let his fingers trail along the top of my shorts, occasionally slipping two of his fingers down into the waistband, raising it up for a peek at what lay underneath. As he was making his way up to my broad chest, his tiny hand kept accidentally brushing across the entire length of my steel hard 7½-inch cock. Some accident!

You have to understand, at 6 ft, 2, and 220 lbs, I could literally pick up the boy up with one arm, he was so little and delicate. Even for his age, he was like a small, warm, loving doll to me. I quickly slid out of my boxers and let my raging hard-on spring free at last, then I slowly took hold of little Brice's undies and he began to wriggle out of them all by himself. Suddenly the sight of the little boy' tiny penis and ball sack revealed itself and his two-inch long baby cock was completely erect. I swear I almost came right then and there when I saw how hard his little baby cocklet was. Shivers went all up and down my spine and my hands were actually shaking as I pulled the tiny boy up close to me. I looked down as the head of my huge cock, which was already drooling with pre-cum, touched the tip of the little 3-year-old's tiny stiff cocklet, and we both simultaneously let out a long low moan of pure sexual ecstasy. I was sure now that I was a pedophile.

I pulled the naked little child up close to my own naked body and he wrapped his arms around my neck while at the same time he tried to wrap his legs around my waist. I reached down with my left hand and grabbed hold of his little bottom tightly. My aching cock lurched and began leaking pre-cum again. I realized I could cover the small 3-year-old boys' entire butt with just my one hand. I could feel little Brice's tiny baby penis pressing against my stomach and out of instinct the child began to hunch against me in short little lurching strokes, rubbing his little hard-on against my tummy over and over again.

My huge swollen cock head was just inches from the little boys' hot bottom, and as I began to hump in time with the child, it began to bump against his rear end, which I was still holding tightly in my hand. For several minutes we stayed just like that, both of us writhing and moaning and hunching, me in pure pedo sexual ecstasy and Brice in complete boy lust.

"Ummmmphh"..."UUmmmmphhh", I grunted lewdly, as the heat of the sexual moment began to overtake me.

I knew we had to stop now because I could feel that familiar tingling and tightness was beginning to build deep in my straining balls and scrotum. I didn't want to cum just yet. Abruptly, I stopped our little humping session and tried to literally pry the still lurching child away from my chest. He didn't want to let go at first, and I had to actually forcefully pry his little frame away from me. He was still humping and hunching as our hot steamy bodies finally separated. I desperately wanted to taste the little boy's tiny cock. Of course little boys can't ejaculate but they can have earth-shattering dry cums and this was what I was desperately hoping to give my son.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste the little three-year-olds tiny cocklet. With a gentle lift, I moved his waist up closer to my face until he was positioned perfectly, his legs bent and kneeling on my wide shoulders with his little perfect, 2-inch long stiff baby penis just inches from my hot, salivating mouth. With both hands, he grabbed hold of the top of my head and began his little hunching motion again. This time however, I was guiding his little penis closer and closer to my anxious mouth. I quickly flicked out my tongue and began to wiggle it back and forth rapidly against his little swollen cock head. I began to use the flat of my wet tongue on him forcefully batting his tiny cock from side to side, only to watch it quickly return to straight up again. I couldn't take any more and in a quick sweeping motion, I took his entire tiny stiff dick and balls into my mouth and rolled my tongue all the way around them.

"Ohmmpppphh, Oohhhmmpppphh!" my muffled groans gushed out.

"Umphhh, umphhh!" Little Brice cried out in a high pitched grunting sound.

God, this was a sexual bliss like I had never known in my life. The room was suddenly filled with loud sounds of slurping, sucking and unearthly groans and moans of pleasures beyond belief. I held little Brice's whole cock and scrotum in my mouth and let my tongue work its way under his tiny little bird's-egg size balls. Then I pulled back just a bit, tugging out and sucking on his entire package and holding it there for a few seconds while I again worked my tongue under his little balls over and over and over again.

"OOhhhhhh, OOhhhhhh" Brice cried out. His high-pitched boyish voice was actually fluttering. It was such an erotic sound to my ears.

With a loud wet "PLOP" I released his cock and scrotum from my sucking mouth and took a second to just gaze at his wonderful little penis, which was literally bobbing up and down on its own now, jerking with his rapid pulse. Slowly I reached up with my right hand and gently grasped his sweet stiffness with my thumb and index fingers holding it steady for my next oral assault. With my left hand I began to gently tickle and fondle his minuscule ball sack with my fingertips.

His little scrotum was drawn up, holding his tiny balls tightly against the base of his cocklet. While playing with his balls, I leaned in again, lapping my tongue quickly at his cock head, over and over again, dancing it all around, stopping only to place wet kisses on different parts of his tiny rigid cock and licking my flat tongue between his thighs. Brice's heavy breathing was becoming more and more labored, and his grip on my hair grew tighter and tighter. Leaning into his privates again, I took his whole cock into my mouth and began sucking it in earnest this time, all the while still fondling his little balls. My own cock was aching stiff.

"Ohhh, ohhh." The child cried out. "Ohhh, ohhh!"

Working my tongue on him like never before, I felt little Brice's tiny 3-year-old cock grow stiffer in my sucking mouth. His whole body froze up like a statue and his small hands gripped my hair like a vice.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh. Daddeeeeee!" He grunted as his tiny cock began to pulse uncontrollably in my mouth.

The little boy was dry cumming in my mouth, over and over and over again as my tongue continued to dance all around him.

"Ompphhh, Ompphhh." I couldn't contain my muffled groans of ecstasy as the toddlers tiny baby cock continued to throb and pulse in my mouth, trying desperately to ejaculate for me.

Suddenly, I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my own rigid hard on. With only a few quick strokes, my cock went stiff, and I launched into the most exquisite orgasm of my life. Spurt after spurt erupted and flew into the air in every direction. Some landed on Brice's back and some in his hair and the rest flew over my body and the bedcovers. It was a beautifully perverted mess.

"Ohhhh God, ohhhh God! Mmmmphh, mmmmphh." I grunted, as long white ropes of hot cum spurted out everywhere, over and over again, looping out wildly in all directions.

Brice and I held each other tightly, letting our organs throb freely together until the waves finally subsided and we collapsed in a heap in each others arms, panting heavily and trying to catch our breath. It was so overwhelming and lustful, pure lust like I'd never known before. I was molesting my own baby boy. I should have felt complete shame. At least, that's what I'd been told all my life, that incest was wrong. Instead, I felt complete elation, fulfillment even. I looked into Brice's eyes and saw a love there that few fathers ever experience. He closed his eyes and drifted off to a blissful sleep reserved for the very young. I soon followed.

When Danny finished his story I felt as though I'd lived it myself. I wanted to hear more, much more.

To be continued

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