Perverts 'R' Us

Grandpa Accepts an Invitation

By Boy 'O Boy ( M/m, M/b, b/b, Mm/bb, inc, pedo )

I'd kept in close contact with my son after our weekend of reuniting in a sexual way with him and my grandson, Timmy. Now he had called and told me that Miguel wanted us to come over to his house for a visit. I knew what that visit meant. It was another chance to play with his 2-year-old son and maybe with Miguel too while I was at it. I wasn't just a pedophile. I liked men too and sucking a hot, big-dicked Latino was high on my list of wanton pleasures. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation as I dressed.

The short drive to my son's house seemed endless. When I pulled into his driveway I didn't have to wait long. The front door swung open and Robert had Timmy in his arms. He had his legs wrapped around his dad's waist and his arms were around his neck. Robert balanced Timmy on his left hip as he locked the front door. They were wearing summer clothes. Both were smiling broadly at me as the passenger door flew open.

"OK, Dad. Let's get over to Miguel's. I'll show you the way. It's only a few blocks." my son said without saying hello first.

Timmy on the other hand reached out for his "gampaw" as he so cutely called me and I gave the boy a big grandfatherly hug. He knew that he had to sit in the child's car seat and he climbed over the seat back and sat waiting to be buckled in. My son reached around and snapped the seat belt into position and we were off.

My mind wandered back to the past as I drove. When Robert was a little baby I'd molested him as often as I possibly could. I loved sucking on his baby peter and balls and rimming his pink, cute little ass. I still remember the very first time I tasted his baby butt. There is nothing on earth as sweetly erotic as a tiny boy's asshole. I would remember that first taste for a lifetime. He also did what all babies do when something is put into their hands. Two guesses what I put into his hands on many occasions.

My wife was very happy that I'd volunteer to sit with little Robert so she could have some time to go shopping and visit with friends. I was a very good daddy. No sooner was her car pulling out of the driveway than I'd have to change Robert's diapers whether they needed it or not. I could tell he had gotten used to this routine. When I pulled the diaper off, his little boy pecker was stretched its full inch and a fraction in length in anticipation of how good his daddy was going to make him feel. His legs were relaxed and spread, resting on the bed, bent at the knee in a wide-open position. Now how could a father resist that, I ask you?

I wasted little time in leaning down and engulfing his privates, cock, balls and all and gently massaging them with my mouth and tongue as he cooed and giggled in little boy ecstasy. As I was sucking, I'd loosen my belt and let my pants drop to the bedroom floor and grab the elastic waist to my briefs and slide them off my now rigid cock. As much as I loved sucking his tiny penis, I just had to stand up and position my daddy-cock between those legs so I could get the thrill of seeing the difference in size and color of my large, dark, ruddy uncut cock and his pink baby skin. It was erotic beyond belief to me then. It still is today.

I climbed up on the bed and knelt on all fours with my knees on either side of my son's shoulders and let my cock dangle enticingly over him. I knew he would reach up to play with the dangly thing. It was the nature of a child to touch and explore everything he saw. I sure did love nature at that moment. My cock hung provocatively over his face and I lowered my torso enough so that he could put his mouth on the head like he always did; also a natural response. It looked like an oversized plum in his tiny mouth. He suckled the tip of my penis, sending such intense feelings into my cock and balls, as I'd never felt in my life before. He was futilely trying to get some milk to come out of this teat he was holding onto. It just made him suck all the harder. It made me shiver with perverted lust.

I had to let out a low moan of approval at the feelings I was experiencing, feelings that could never be duplicated in any way, other than by a baby boy suckling on a man's cock. His tiny hands grasped my shaft just below the head of my cock as I watched my boy suckle and feel my perverted daddy-cock. I was shaking with lust, excitement and a little fear too I guess. What man doesn't think the worst when they are doing such nasty but nice things to babies or children? The thought of being caught in the act only added to the excitement I felt though. I loved that feeling. My pulse raced and my body felt as if it was radiating heat that it never had at any other time. I watched Robert suck my cock as my foreskin slid back and forth, oozing pre-cum over the bulbous head, touching his lips where it stopped and then retracting again as he grasped my cock in both of his tiny hands and suckled some more. Nothing I'd seen or felt in my entire life was as nasty and perverted or as beautiful as the scene before me.

In no time I felt the usual surge of sensations beginning in my low hanging balls, reaching up into my quivering prostate causing my asshole to quiver in turn and then in a split second shoot up and into my cock. My urethra began to swell and pulse as it filled with thick, white semen from the same balls that made this little tot.

I shook with pedophilic lust at that thought. Gush after gush of pure, white, creamy cum erupted from the slit of my cock. Robert gulped and gasped at the unexpected rush of fluid from his "baby bottle" but he accepted it all willingly, hungrily. I shook now as I balanced myself over the diminutive boy. My face was flushed with passion and probably some guilt too. But no matter how guilty I felt at the time, the very next time I had the chance, I repeated this dirty, nasty, perverted ritual without exception.

I looked down to see my son's face covered in cum. I bent forward and licked his chin and cheeks clean and savored the taste of my semen. I returned to my son's cock and brought him to a baby orgasm that made his entire body shake and quiver. Most times after that happened he fell into a blissful sleep.

"Ah those sweet memories." I thought to myself.

"Turn here, Dad." I heard and was abruptly brought back to the present.

I made a left into a side street with only a few houses scattered here and there. Some of them looked abandoned. It was one of the poorer sections of this city but it was just on the outskirts of my own neighborhood. I pulled into the driveway where my son pointed and turned off the ignition. I spied the front door swinging open and saw Miguel standing there in just a pair of very tight cutoffs. The bulge in the front left no doubt in my mind that he too was in a very aroused mood.

He smiled that pure white smile that only Latino's seem to be blessed with. It contrasted with his honey-brown skin beautifully. Robert and I exited the car at the same time and my son reached into the back seat to unbuckle Timmy. We walked up to the front door as it opened fully to allow us entry. Timmy ran ahead and saw Sammy sitting in the middle of the living room completely naked.

They hugged one another as usual and I felt that familiar stirring in my cock and balls. Timmy wasted no time in throwing his shorts and t-shirt on the floor and sat naked beside his little friend. We were escorted into the room and invited to have a seat on the worn couch. Miguel stood in the middle of the room and unbuttoned his shorts and they slid to the floor. His cock was at half-mast and as sexy as I'd remembered it. The torpedo shape of it with a heavy foreskin covering the glans was decidedly provocative. His low hanging scrotum was partly hidden by his manhood.

I unconsciously licked my lips. Our host was silently inviting us to join him. That's what I love about pedophiles. They waste little time in idle chitchat and get right down to the business of molestation and perversion.

Miguel grabbed the remote from the coffee table and clicked it once as he sat across from us. The screen of the TV was filled with a pornographic film showing a man of about 25 or so fucking a small naked boy lying on his back who I guessed to be no more than six years old. The boy was smiling broadly and fondling his tiny stiff cocklet as he looked up at his molester. The man was standing at the foot of the bed bracing his knees on the side of the mattress while the boy was spread-eagle, happily taking that cock.

In the background I could see a woman sitting with a tiny baby girl on her lap. I knew it was a girl simply because she was totally naked and her legs were spread over the woman's thigh, giving the camera full view of her tiny little bald mound and slit. My cock was instantly hard and oozing pre-cum.

My eyes were fastened to the TV as I saw the man slowly withdraw his ample cock from the boy. He turned sideways and reached for the petite girl and the boy obediently sat up and scooted off the bed and went over to the woman where he stood between her legs. I watched the man lean down and bury his face in the tiny girl's hairless cunt as she squealed and grasped his hair in what appeared to be sheer delight. He moved his head back slightly so the camera could catch his tongue as it lapped at the girl's inch-long slit. I watched in amazement as the talented man's tongue wiggled up and down, side to side giving the girl instant pleasure at every turn. Her baby cunt was covered in silvery wetness. Whether it was all from the man's mouth, or if some of it was due to her awakening juices, I did not know.

The man had the girl on the bed in front of his cock now and I watched in disbelief as he pointed it at this baby's tiny cunt. His hands held the girl's thighs wide open as his cock pressed into the wet little slit. He took one hand and put a finger and a thumb on each side of her tiny cunt and spread it open so the camera could see the pinkness inside. He placed his oversized cock head at the sliver of baby flesh and I could see his ass cheeks tighten as he pushed forward.

The girl's legs tried to close in a protective move that told me she wasn't totally willing. I saw this man's cock head push in about one inch and stop. I mentally measured its size to that of the baby girl lying before him. If he inserted his entire cock into her it would easily reach to her nipple level. No way would this man be able to fuck this tiny tot of a girl.

I watched the man's ass cheeks clench as he moved forward slightly. Nearly his entire cock head was inside the tiny vagina now. The corona remained visible. I sighed with some relief when he stopped where he was, even as my cock throbbed at the nasty thought of what could be. The boy obediently left the woman's knee at some silent command.

He knelt beside the girl. His hand reached out and he began to masturbate the pedophile's cock. Slowly at first, then with more speed the boy expertly stroked the man's thick phallus. The man stood up now, giving the best view of his cock remaining just inside the child's tight opening. His hands held her feet widely apart. Even on film you could see his cock begin to swell and I watched his stomach move in and out as he reached nearer to orgasm. He now had the girl's legs held wide as he erupted into her virginal cunt. His cum oozed out all around his cock and her cunt and dribbled down the baby's ass crack and onto the sheets.

The man backed up and turned sideways and the boy needed no instruction whatsoever. He opened his mouth and drained the remaining fluids from his molester's cock, licking it all over. As he knelt before the little girl with his elbows on the bed and his ass in the air I watched as the man masturbated his pinkie-sized cocklet from between his legs. I was entranced as the boy leaned down and licked up and down the infant's cunt and cleaned the man's semen from her every crevice.

He began to tremble as his prepubescent body was racked with pleasures that only a pedophile can give to the young. The little girl cooed and giggled at the touch of the boy's tongue. I could see that she too was having a little girl orgasm as her body froze and her head went back. Her legs shook as the sensations went throughout her entire body. Her back arched up and raised her tiny butt off the bed. Then she relaxed with a glazed look in her eyes.

The camera faded to black and the screen went dark. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The room was silent. It took a few minutes for the men to come down from this sexually perverted high. I glanced at Miguel and he gave me a knowing smile. My son too was mute, but his face told me that what he had seen was exciting to him also.

"Seņors, I have a little surprise for you both. My nephew is visiting me here and he is a very nice boy. He is seven years old. I will bring him out of his room now if you wish." Miguel said.

If I had been excited when I left home this morning, it was nothing compared to how I was feeling at this moment. My son and I waited impatiently to see this young boy. We did not have to wait long. Miguel came into the room with a young, smooth skinned boy with huge dark eyes and a mop of black hair on his head. His tiny slender body was even darker than Miguel's or Sammy's. He too was naked. His cock was flaccid, but hung down below his scrotum invitingly.

His uncle gave him a gentle push forward with his hand on the boy's butt and the boy came up to the couch and stood there silently waiting for his next instructions. I reached out and put my hand on the boy's shoulder and gently drew him to me. He smiled nervously but came closer willingly. My other hand reached down and fondled the boy's soft, warm cock. It barely covered half the length of my palm but was growing nicely. His cock too was uncut, as it was the custom in Mexico. I loved the fact that most of the rest of the world left their boys intact. The practice of "civilized" countries circumcising their boys for so-called religious or health reasons was pure barbarism in my mind.

Sammy and Timmy came over to watch what was going on. Boys want to be in the center of the action, always. My son reached over and held Sammy and lifted him onto his lap. The little boy immediately reached for Robert's rigid cock. I glanced sideways to watch without stopping my own molestation of this new boy.

Miguel picked up Timmy and sat across from us on an overstuffed chair and spread his legs so that we could all get a good look at his ample endowment and his oversized ball sack that was filled with two giant eggs. They hung invitingly off the chair cushion. Timmy straddled his legs and I watched Miguel part his little butt to show us his pink pucker. My mind was becoming delirious with all the pornographic visuals it was processing but I didn't care. Timmy slid down now and I saw his torso bend forward as he began sucking on Miguel's cock. My son had Sammy's sweet uncut cocklet in his mouth and was slowly engulfing his jellybean-sized balls. I watched them disappear into his moist pedophilic cavern.

"What's your name, son?" I asked the seven-year-old in front of me.

He looked at me questioningly. Miguel spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Seņor, but Papito does not speak any English. I should have introduced him to you. I am very sorry. I guess I was too caught up in what we were watching or doing and I forgot my manners."

"It's not a problem, Miguel." I said.

I heard Miguel speak softly in Spanish and the boy smiled at me. No further talk was needed.

"Buenos dias, Papito." I said in my best, broken Spanish.

The boy smiled up and me and repeated my words. "Buenos dias, Seņor."

The introductions were over and I began to fondle the boys' semi-rigid cocklet and watched as the marble-sized head became half exposed. I felt my salivary glands move into high gear. My body was reacting involuntarily now. It was used to responding to my pedophilic lust. I compared my thick fingers to the small cock they were fondling and my heart raced once again. I think part of the fulfillment of a true pedophile is seeing himself as some sort of Gulliver-like giant in a Lilliputian world of boys.

I lifted Papito onto my knee and continued to play with his penis and roll his jelly bean balls around in their loose scrotum. He hugged my arm for balance and I felt his hands grasp it firmly when I hit just the right spot. His reaction was one of little boy lust. I knew it well. His brown cocklet was now fully erect. I bent forward and sucked it into my mouth. I heard Papito sigh his satisfaction.

"Seņor, if you please." I heard Miguel say.

I looked up and saw that he held a small rubber vibrator in his palm. It was no more than four inches long and about as big around as my middle finger. He tossed it in my direction and I made a one-handed catch. He didn't have to tell me what to do with it. I spread Papito's legs wide and flicked the switch. It was nearly silent but the vibrations were strong. I rubbed it up and down below his ball sack and towards his little ass crease to moans of sheer boy pleasure.

I centered it on his anus and he spread his legs as wide as they could possibly go. I was sure this was not the first time Papito had felt such a thing on his nether region and I smiled lustily. I rubbed tiny circles around his salmon pink anus and gradually focused on the bull's eye there. Papito relaxed and allowed it to enter his sphincter.

His fingernails were now digging into my bicep but I didn't care. In fact it only added to the eroticism of the moment. Very gradually I pushed an inch in and withdrew a half-inch. With each small thrust I repeated the process until the boy vibrator was in as far as I could make it go and still be able to hold onto the base of it. Papito's eyes were half closed and his breathing was coming in fast jerks now. His little cock was vibrating. It had nothing to do with the mechanical vibrations that were being spread into the insides of his bowels. I began to increase the speed and depth of my ministrations to the delight of the young boy. When it contacted his prostate he moaned loudly.

I too was receiving perverse enjoyment from what I was doing. My cock throbbed and oozed silver droplets of pre cum down the front of my shaft. I turned my body so that Papito's anal region was visible now to all present. I bent him forward so his ass cheeks spread open slightly. With admiring stares and groans of approval, the men watched intently as I screwed the little boy with this sexual toy. They did not lose track of what they were doing however. The boys were experiencing nearly as much pleasure from their tongues and hands as was my young charge.

Soon the boy began moaning insistently as he pushed his anus down onto the invading pleasure machine. His whole body shook in spasmodic delight. I watched his slender cocklet shake and throb. He was having a strong dry orgasm now. It was so intense that I almost felt it myself. When he came down from this sexual high he went limp and I pulled him down to a sitting position on my thigh as I withdrew the vibrator. He rested his head on my shoulder and was content.

"Dad, I think maybe Timmy would like to feel that thing up his butt. What do you think?" My son suggested breathlessly.

I smiled at my son and winked my approval. I pitched it back across the room to Miguel who caught it expertly. His pure white smile said everything that needed saying. He laid Timmy across his lap and began to rub his back and tiny butt mounds for a moment. His right hand spread Timmy's cheeks apart and he let the vibrator lay in the tiny boy crevice. Timmy reacted by arching his back and raising his head quickly.

The strangely intense feelings were a shock to his young body. He soon relaxed and allowed Miguel total access. We watched as Miguel expertly moved the rubber phallus to Timmy's anus and begin a soft circling movement. My grandson sighed and spread his legs wider. He wanted more of these new feelings. I saw Miguel's hand move the vibrator to a vertical position and begin to slowly insert it into Timmy.

For what seemed an interminable amount of time he ever so gently allowed more of it to spread the boy's anus open. Gravity was taking hold and that was the only reason the toy dick advanced at all it seemed. I looked between Miguel's legs and saw Timmy's cocklet sticking straight down as stiff as I'd ever seen it. His legs were in spasm now. His body could no longer control itself. I saw him panting and he grabbed the arm of the soft chair and made a sound unlike any I'd ever heard before. It was a moan and a tiny scream and a whimper all rolled into one, his orgasm complete.

My heart pounded as I watched my little grandson enter a new phase of his life. He would remember these intense feelings forever and crave them frequently. He had been initiated into the world of anal sex. It wasn't grandpa's finger it was a real phallic device. I was a bit jealous that Miguel had been the one to show my grandson the joys of being fucked even if it was by a vibrating dildo. But I was happy enough to have been witness to it and I knew that very soon I too would be using a similar sex toy on my grandbaby.

The only boy who was left who had not had an orgasm was Sammy. We could not leave him out of the loop. My son was sucking on his young cocklet and I positioned myself behind the boy. My tongue reached out and as I held his brown cheeks open wide I invaded his anal passage in one thrust. I heard the fast intake of air as he gasped his delight. I wiggled my tongue inside him as my hands busily massaged the boys butt cheeks as if they were loaves of bread dough. This sent even more intense feelings into the boy and he went rigid and leaned back as he held his breath in an instant orgasm. I felt his tiny anus quiver strongly and squeeze my tongue in pulsating rhythms that told me he was experiencing a very strong dry cum.

Not one of the men present even missed the fact that any of us had cum. I was the first to make my move. I got up and walked the short distance to Miguel who was still seated in the chair. Timmy got up and went to cuddle up on the couch with Sammy and Papito. They were soon entwined in boy legs and arms and fast asleep. There is no better sleeping pill than sex.

I knelt before Miguel and took his cock into my hand and held it upright. I swallowed probably 5 inches all at once and then let my still active salivary glands coat it with slick spit. I felt something touching me from behind and came off Miguel's cock just long enough to glance over my shoulder and see my son kneeling behind me with a tube of KY and a hard dick. I went back to sucking this Spanish god's magnificent cock. I closed my eyes expectantly and felt my son's cock head pushing on my anal sphincter.

I relaxed as my uncle had so long ago taught me to do. I felt the flared head push into me and I backed up reflexively, wanting more of my son's ample cock. I deep-throated Miguel now and held his scrotum in my right hand. The smell and feel of his thick pubes were intoxicating to me. I pulled down gently on his ball sack and heard him moan his approval. His legs spread a bit wider. It gave me permission to do as I pleased to his most private region.

My son's wiry pubes brushed up against my ass cheeks and I knew he was buried deep in his own father's asshole. I could barely support my own weight; my muscles were so shaky by now. I sucked Miguel one more time and felt his cock expand in my mouth and the head squeeze past my tonsils and into my throat. His hands were pushing my face forward insistently as he entered into the throes of near orgasm. I sucked longer and harder as my son invaded my ass time after time pounding me down onto the cock in front of me. I took it willingly; passionately.

My nipples were being squeezed and pulled by my son's fingers. He knew that this drove me into a sexual frenzy and went at it with a passion. I convulsed in delirious lust. I heard a grunt and a moan from behind me and at the same time Miguel offered up his thick soup of man-cum. I took a mouthful and swallowed and took another mouthful. I let some dribble down his shaft and onto his balls as I grasped them. I slathered his cum over his scrotum and began to move my hand over it, gently massaging as I continued milking him of every last drop of his semen. The intense feeling his lubricated ball sack was experiencing from my hand was nearly too much for him to bear and he roared like a lion as he was in his final throes of perverted passion.

I felt my son's throbbing cock fill my hole with his semen and my cock reacted on its own, helped by my now very sensitive nipples being stretched to their limit. As he tweaked them it sent shock waves of pleasure down my body and into my cock and balls. I learned from an early age that a man's nipples were not the useless additions to his anatomy that had become a widely accepted fallacy. My uncle introduced me to pleasures that a boy could only learn from an experienced pedophile. These would be the same pleasures I would be showing my grandson over the years. I spurted gobs of white cum down the front of Miguel's legs and the chair and onto the carpet. I collapsed onto my forearms both breathless and completely drained. My muscles would not support me for a few more minutes. I felt my son's cock slowly withdraw from my anus and heard his satisfied sigh as it plopped wetly out of my hole. I had that feeling that one who has just been vigorously fucked has as my anal passage again adjusted to emptiness.

I began laughing uncontrollably. Not because of anything funny but because of the absurdly perverted time we had all enjoyed here this day. I heard similar laughter coming from the other two men and I rolled over and lay on the carpet staring up at the ceiling with a silly grin on my face. What could make a man happier than this? I thought to myself as I briefly drifted off into oblivion. We had the rest of the evening to continue our fun. I needed to rest.

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