Perverts 'R' Us

A Father's Story - Chapter two

By Boy 'O Boy and DarkStar ( M/b, inc, pedo )

This is chapter two in the continuing story of a man's love for his young son. It is purely fictional and anyone who thinks otherwise needs to wake up from their misconception of what an erotic story is. Would they accuse Michael Crichton of associating with dinosaurs in a real life Jurassic Park? I doubt it. Would they condemn Tom Clancey for committing political assassination because he writes a compelling novel? Nonsense! Why then would they jump to the ridiculous conclusion that this story actually took place? I don't have an answer for that. If you are underage in years or mentality please stop reading now.

Danny, the father of two young boys got in touch with me again recently. I had been waiting impatiently for him to continue his story about him and his 3-year-old son Brice. I sat and listened as he told me his most intimate secrets. I did not hide the fact that I was completely turned on by his retelling of the latest incidents. We were both nude and both aroused. It was a masturbator's dream of a story. And now I am here to tell you his story.

Things had progressed quite a bit between my young boy Brice and me since those first few times we had "gotten together" so to speak. To briefly recap what had happened a short while ago I must tell you how this all started. One morning not so long ago my then 3-year-old son Brice hopped up onto my bed to give me his usual wake up call. In the process, his eyes spied my morning hardon inside my underwear and he became curious. Not wanting him to think that my body was off limits or that viewing me naked was "bad" I decided to allow him to explore.

Before long I had my boxers pulled down below my thighs to allow my son to fondle and play with my pedophilic cock. I was both completely turned on and entirely ashamed at once. But my pedophilia won out easily as I allowed the young tot full access at my now throbbing cock. His tiny pink hands looked so nasty holding onto my 7-inch uncut phallus. He lifted my scrotum with its ample-sized balls rolling around inside. He looked up at me expectantly, silently asking if he had permission to go on. I smiled and nodded my approval as my breath came in gasps of pedophilic lust.

I replayed that morning over and over in my mind. I don't know how many times I masturbated to the erotic scenes in my head. I even fucked my wife while the images of my naked 3-year-old son played in my head. I had some of my most intense orgasms reliving our morning sessions as my cock pounded into my wife's cunt. She gasped her appreciation as over and over again I brought her to intense orgasm. Our sex life was renewed but if she knew the reason for it she would have divorced me and taken both boys with her. I'd never let on what I was doing and Brice knew better than to say anything. I'd warned him that if he told anyone, mommy included, that our fun times would have to stop and I would be in a lot of trouble. Even at his young age he understood the importance of keeping our little secret.

I wanted to be very careful not to change our family's usual routine around the house so as not to arouse my wife's suspicious nature. For example, spending too much time with the boys in their room or spending an unusual amount of time with Brice in the bathroom, etc., would surely throw up a red flag. Because of this, it had been over a month since Brice, who had just now turned four years old, and I had been able to spend some special time together.

Over those long weeks I had been obsessed with the little child, and the sexual tension between the two of us had become almost unbearable. I thought about how he felt in my arms, about how his tiny, soft bottom felt in my hand and most of all about his little, perfect baby cocklet. God, I got so hard just thinking about him. I would masturbate on my own, thinking about him, shooting wildly all the way across the bathroom like I had never done before. I wondered if he was playing with his little hard dick while thinking about me. I was certain that he was.

Finally, last week, the wife announced that she was going to spend a night out with the girls, which she liked to do every so often. I was more than happy to volunteer to stay home and take care of the two boys. Friday night finally came around and just after dinner the wife got ready and headed out. Usually she would end up getting drunk and spending the night with one of her friends or taking a room at a nearby motel so she wouldn't have to drive home intoxicated, which was what I was hoping for tonight anyway.

After she finally left I checked on 2-year-old Brandon, who was playing quietly by himself in the boy's room. Then I quickly made my way to 4-year-old Brice who was intently watching the TV in the living room.

"Well, we finally have some time to ourselves, little man!" I exclaimed happily as I sat down beside him on the couch.

"Yippee!" he yelped as he jumped up and wrapped his arms around my neck, giving me a quick little kiss on the lips.

I hugged him tightly and brought his angelic face up close to mine again. This time I took the lead and kissed him on the mouth, only I held the kiss there for a few seconds and began to run my hand down his back towards his bottom. He responded instantly to my pedophilic advances. Kissing the mouth of a small boy was so lewd and nasty to me. I was instantly aroused. Our faces came together again. I could smell the sweetness of boy breath. Brice's normally big blue clear eyes were now beginning to have a glazed, lustful look to them as he offered his sweet mouth up to me once more.

"Ummmmmm," I moaned softly as we kissed again.

This time I opened my lips slightly and Brice did too. As delicately as I could, I moved the tip of my wet tongue to the inside of my 4-year-old boy's mouth. Almost instantly I felt his little tongue brushing ever so lightly against mine. God, this was almost too much for me to take right now. I was completely consumed with sick, little boy lust: VERY little boy lust, to be even more precise. The waves of pedophilic desire just kept washing all through me, all the way down to the tip of my aching, throbbing hardon, making my balls churn and my scrotum tighten and tingle with excitement.

My big hands were all over Brice now and when I broke free of our kiss, I looked down and tugged at the top band of his cute "Power Ranger" briefs. When I did, the outline of his 4-year-old baby cock was perfectly clear. I rubbed my big hand along the front of his underwear. Brice sighed and closed his eyes, savoring the exquisite feelings his father was giving to him. I measured the size of my hand against the tiny size of my son's pelvic area. I reached up and put my thick fingers into the waistband and slid down his briefs. My eyes hungrily gazed on the pinkness of his genitals. I felt a twinge in my cock as it slid along the insides of my silk boxers. I knew it wouldn't be long before both Brice and I were nude in the living room.

"Ohhhhhhh Gawwd." I moaned out loud. "It's been so long baby doll," I whispered to him.

"I know, daddy, I've been wanting you to kiss me down there so much. I like how it feels." He whispered back as he pointed to his little boy penis.

With that, we wasted no time and within seconds we were both naked together, right there on the living room couch. This was no time for foreplay, and my drooling mouth quickly found its way to my little son's tiny two-inch hardon. I began lapping at it and kissing it all over immediately, passionately. We were in somewhat of a 69 position on the sofa. Brice, being so small, could only reach down and get one of his little hands on my throbbing cock. He was able to get a good grasp on it though and he immediately began jerking me off aggressively. I began to focus my attention on his tiny bald scrotum and those wonderful little undeveloped balls in their wrinkled, prune-like sack. Lapping at them and flicking the tip of my tongue at them over and over again caused him to moan out loud.

Something about the fact that it would be many years before he would even be able develop sperm and ejaculate drove me wild. I sniffed at his infantile genitals. Nothing on earth has such an erotic aroma as a toddler's nether region. An electric jolt shot all through me and I realized Brice was jerking me off so well that I was very close to shooting my huge load right then and there. I looked down, and even though his face was a foot away from my cockhead, the little darling was holding his cute mouth wide open at it, like a baby bird waiting to be fed a large worm by its parent.

My eyes rolled back and I adjusted my torso bringing my over stimulated cock closer to my son's waiting mouth, closer, even closer. I saw a thick glob of clear, silvery pre-cum ooze out of the piss slit and dribble down onto my abdomen. Then I felt the warm, wet feeling I had been aching for as his hot mouth finally latched itself onto the tip of my cock. I was gone now and simply let the little boy have his way with me. He could now have what he desperately wanted. His mouth enveloped my cock head as he suckled me like a calf suckles his mother's big teat. I nearly cried out at the intense feelings my little boy was sending through my cock. More pre-cum oozed into his little mouth.

My mind was racing with the thoughts of lust and perversion I was experiencing. I could look down between my son's legs and watch him hungrily stuff as much of his daddy's cock into his mouth as was possible. His hands held onto the base of my cock in a lewd picture of incestuous sex. I raised my head up and stuck my tongue up into my son's ass crack. I heard his approving moan as it found its target. I tasted the mustiness of his asshole on the tip of my probing tongue and I shivered in appreciation. That first taste always sent me into a sexual frenzy like nothing else ever could.

I licked deeper into my boy's anal canal. I wanted more. I needed more. I tasted my son's sweat and savored his sweet aroma. I grasped his ass cheeks and parted them so I could see his little pink sphincter twitch in anticipation of the next invasion of his daddy's tongue. I didn't disappoint him. I licked and squeezed in rhythm to my son's sucking motions on my cock head. We were in a lustful embrace of dad/son incest. It was wonderful! I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt the familiar churning in my balls.

"Ohhhh baby doll, be careful, I'm going to shoot so hard," I grunted between clenched teeth as I continued rimming his tiny pink hole.

Little Brice paid me no mind, and continued to squeeze my engorged cock with his little hands, while sucking and licking at my fat cockhead.

"Ohhh Gawd! Ummphh, ummph." I squealed incomprehensibly.

My cock went so stiff in his mouth and hands. My whole body was frozen.

"Ohh God, ohh God. Ohh God!" I screamed out as I felt my balls churning and cum beginning its short but intense journey up into my urethra before it spurted out into my waiting son's cum receptacle of a mouth.

So many times, over and over again I squirted his tonsils with the same thick soup of cum and semen that had made that little angelic boy. I felt like I was going to blow his head off with my long overdue eruption. Brice was able to keep his mouth on my cockhead for the first few big spurts. Then he had to pull his cum filled mouth away as the long white ropes of my hot sperm shot out wildly across his face and over his chest while he still continued to jerk me off. A string of thick white goo dribbled off his chin seductively and clung to his smooth chest. My cock throbbed again at the sight of this filthy scene before me.

For a brief moment I felt a twinge of shame that was quickly followed by a feeling of great elation. I wasn't molesting this boy. If I had told him to stop what he was doing he would have cried out in protest. He loved his daddy and he loved his daddy's cock. This was nature at its best. Familial love is expressed in every single species ever created. Why was it that man was the only one who considered it dirty, obscene? I looked at my son lovingly as he held onto my cock and I watched it jerk in lustful appreciation at the sight.

As the spurts began to get smaller he opened his lips once again and leaned forward, hungrily re-attaching his hot little mouth to my still oozing cock, sucking and jerking at it some more, trying to get as much juice out as he possibly could. Finally, I had to actually pull him off my super sensitive cock, as I literally couldn't take anymore. That is, for right now, anyway.

I turned him around and pushed his mouth onto mine. I tasted cum on his tongue as we both probed each other's mouths. It was a wonderful mixture of my own cum and his saliva and sweet taste of boy. My hands grasped his tiny ass mounds and I massaged them as we tongued each other's hungry mouths. I placed a finger at his anal opening and felt it contract. His ass crease was still moist with sweat and his daddy's spit. I rubbed and pushed the tip of my finger gently into him. He moaned and pushed back. I continued penetrating my little boy and he took it all. Before I knew it my entire middle finger was inserted inside my son's hot little bowels. I finger fucked him as I French kissed him passionately. His breathing came in short gasps.

I lifted him up farther and placed his rock hard baby penis into my mouth as I opened wide and sucked his ball sack into my mouth as well. My finger was still buried deeply inside his tiny anus. My mind raced with the possibilities of replacing my finger with my pedophilic cock. I wanted to get my boy used to first one finger, then two or more. My plan was to have at least part of my cock inside his young ass very soon. I suckled his little package until I felt him quiver and shake in pre orgasmic lust. I sucked faster and moved my grasping mouth over his genitals unmercifully. My finger massaged his tiny prostate over and over and I felt it harden in pre-orgasm. He let out a loud squeal as he came to his infantile orgasm. I let him scream out. I neither cared if we were heard nor let it matter if we were seen. I was in complete blissful lust. Nothing would interrupt this union of man and son as far as I was concerned. We both collapsed on the couch and I lovingly hugged my boy to me. I was spent and content. Brice was smiling a sleepy-eyed smile as he drifted off into a blissful sleep. I stared down at his cherubic face and leaned forward to lick and savor the drying cum from his pink lips and cheeks.

I lay back with my eyes closed, completely content. I felt a small hand on my cock. I figured Brice wanted to hold onto it as a sort of comfort. Then I realized that both of Brice's arms were curled up against his chest. With a start I looked down to spy my two-year-old son Brandon standing beside the couch. He lifted up my flaccid cock and examined it intently. He had apparently been witness to I don't know how much of my passion for my other son. He wanted to join us too. I lowered my arm and cupped his tiny butt in my hand. I gently rubbed him there and lifted my arm to rub his bare back as well. He smiled at his daddy and I smiled back. He leaned forward and put his mouth to the wetness of my cock.

I felt the familiar surge of lust once again. Oh God, I thought to myself. Is there no end to my pedophilic desires? Then I reached down and undid the tabs on my youngest boy's diaper. I watched hungrily as it fell to the floor. I reached between his chubby legs and fondled his one-inch baby penis. He giggled at the pleasurable sensation. I knew that I would soon teach my youngest boy the same delights that I had taught Brice. Brandon crawled up onto my chest to join his daddy and big brother. I could feel his nakedness against my torso and I smiled. I felt another twitch in my cock and a tingle go through my balls as I too drifted off to a well-earned sleep. I knew it would be just a brief nap before I once again shared perverted sexual delights with both of my young sons.

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