Perverts 'R' Us

Little Boy Lover

By Boy 'O Boy ( M/b, Mm/b )

The usual disclaimers apply here. The following story is fantasy.

First, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a self-confessed pedophile. I have been since I was a young teen. I never felt guilty about it. In fact, my parents never warned me about it. They were too busy warning me about how sinful it was to "play with" girls as I was growing up. They never mentioned that playing with boys was bad. Thank god! So, I never grew a conscience when it came to pulling down the pants of other little boys, some my age, some much younger than me. I continued on as I matured and became a man, continuing to pull down the pants of boys. And this brings me to my story.

I was about 30 years old when this story unfolded. I'm not a bad guy to look at. Dark hair and eyes, and a lean body, but defined; wiry, my dad used to call it. I was well-proportioned with a good chest and trim waist. I had a mustache and what can be described as an aquiline nose. I'm of Eastern European descent, but enough about me. I was at a waterfront park that summer day. I went there from time to time to watch the big barges being pushed upstream by those unimaginably small tugboats. How they managed to push those trains of heavily-laden barges up that fast-flowing river was amazing to me.

As I sat there half-daydreaming, this young voice said, "If you fall in that river, it will suck you."

Strange wording, I thought right off the bat. I'd heard about the whirlpools in this river that would suck you under. But that's not what this boy said. It got my attention right off. I looked over to where the voice had come from and saw a small boy, no more than 10 or 11 years old. He was dressed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt and old worn sneakers.

I said something profound like, "hi". That was it.

He smiled a street-smart smile and began walking towards the path that went into the woods. As he left, he glanced over his shoulder. That was all the invitation I needed. I slowly stood up and looked around to see if anyone else had been watching us. The park was deserted.

I walked up the overgrown path for some distance and was about to turn around and leave, since I didn't see the boy anywhere. I passed a big oak tree and there he was this little kid with his pants around his ankles playing with his 3-inch uncut cock. He gave me a wicked smile and glanced back down at his cock, his hand moving so fast that it was a blur. I had an instant hardon.

Well, truth be told, I was hard from the minute this kid spoke, but my cock got even harder at this indecent sight in front of me. It was a pedophile's dream come true. The sun shone on this boy's smooth white skin. His mop of brown hair was over his eyes. He reminded me of one of the "Little Rascals".

I got down on one knee and reached out to hold the boy's tiny cock in my fingers. It almost burned my hand; it was so hot to the touch. Or was that just my imagination? I began to fondle it slowly, savoring the soft skin, feeling the firmness beneath, watching the head appear and disappear with each slow stroke of my hand, which was shaking with lust, fear, excitement, and dread at being caught. It was exhilarating!

I felt my pre-cum beginning to flow. Once I start, it's a steady drip of clear jelly-like ooze that doesn't stop until I reach orgasm. I have many pairs of shorts at home with the stains on the crotch to prove it. I never wear underwear. I want my cock to show. I want the stains to be visible when I'm on the prowl.

The boy's breathing became erratic and small moans came from his lungs. I could tell it wouldn't be long before he was going to have a dry orgasm. I never tire of seeing smooth little boys begin the throes of their dry cums. God they turned me on more than anything!

His breathing became more and more ragged. His face was flushed. He grabbed onto the big tree trunk for support. Then he let out a yelp and his legs quivered in pure ecstasy. He held his breath for what seemed minutes. I thought he was going to pass out. Then his eyes slowly opened and he had this blissful smile on his face. A faraway look was in his eyes.

I was shaking with an excitement that only a pervert could experience. Nothing made my body react the way it did when I was molesting a young boy. It was like a heroin high to me. I never wanted it to end.

I stood up shakily, my knees weak with the after effects of what had just happened. I was expecting this young boy to pull up his shorts and go quietly into the woods never to be seen again. I was wrong. He turned his back to me, and bent over. He put his hands on the cheeks of his flawless alabaster butt and spread them wide for me to see the hidden treasure there.

What he said next shocked me. And I don't shock very easily. "Fuck me" he said. That was it. Those two words were all I needed. My pants dropped seemingly of their own accord. I don't remember unbuttoning them. They were around my ankles. I shuffled forward like some nasty Chaplin-like child molester. I bent my knees so my cock would line up with this child's willing, begging hole. I spit on my hand and rubbed the soft bulbous head of my cock with it. That and the ever-flowing pre-cum were enough lubricant. I needed nothing more except to push.

I felt that warm sphincter of the child surrender to the oversized, impossibly big cock that was trying to enter this fragile-looking child's nether region. How would it ever fit? I imagined. But I was again shocked as it slowly, almost effortlessly was sucked into his warm bowels.

I began a slow pumping rhythm. Deeper with each thrust it went until I saw my dark curly pubes against this kid's white butt cheeks. I let out a guttural moan as I felt cum churning up from my balls and passing through my quivering, pulsating prostate. I knew I wasn't going to last more than a minute. It was too much for my mind and body to take. I needed instant gratification and I shoved deep and hard, my hands finding this boy's hips, shoving, pushing, grinding my adult cock deep within this kid's willing labyrinth.

I felt the first hot spurts shooting out of my cock and heard the boy grunt. Whether it was with satisfaction or pain, I can't tell you. My own grunts of ecstasy filled the surrounding forest with animal sounds. I fell forward, leaning over this abused boy and filled him up with my man-sperm. Slowly, reluctantly I felt my cock soften and slide out of the boy. I stood, exhausted but alive, more alive than I'd been in a very long time. The boy straightened up and pulled his shorts up as he stood. He turned to me and smiled a sleepy-eyed smile. He was already in afterglow, as was I.

"Hey, kid." I said. "Do you come here often?" Ouch! I thought to myself, how original!

"Once in a while." he replied. I asked him how long he had been doing this and he told me that his mom had married a man three years ago and almost from the start his step-dad had been molesting him. He liked it from the very beginning. At first, it was just fondling, then his step-dad sucked the boy, and then he showed him how to suck. It was all great fun as far as the boy was concerned. And why shouldn't it be?

He was gradually introduced to anal sex and even though it hurt some, the boy took to it almost from day one. I never did adhere to the nonsense that children can't consent. It's a ridiculous assumption. Children are sexual beings, just like adults are. They know what feels good and once they learn how, they want it every bit as much, if not more, than adults do. And they have a tirelessness about them that would wear out even the most insistent pervert.

"Do you think your dad would want to meet me?" I asked in a hopeful way. "I guess so." was his simple reply. "Where do you live? Do you want me to take you home?" I asked.

"Sure, Mom's at work, that's why I came over here. I meet lots of guys here. My dad's home though. Let's go."

And we were off. It was a short drive to the boy's dilapidated house that was in the midst of one of the poorer sections of the South City area. We walked up to the front door and the boy opened it up and we walked into the dimly-lit living area. The man was sitting there in boxers and a tee shirt watching TV. He looked up when he saw me and, without getting up, asked his son who I was.

The boy told him about how he had met me at the park and that I'd wanted to meet him. I could see the man's boxers begin to swell with the unmistakable outline of man-cock. He took a quick drink of his beer and a knowing look appeared on his face. I took in a deep sigh of relief. This man knew what was going on and he was OK with it.

He slowly reached between his legs and massaged his growing hardon. My cock too was beginning to stretch the front of my pants. The man stood up and winked at his son. He walked down the center hallway of the house and the boy and I followed. He turned left into a bedroom and before I could enter, his boxers were on the floor and the man was laid out in the center of the bed. It didn't take long for the boy and me to get naked and join him. I waited to see what was going to happen. I wanted the dad to take the lead.

The boy dutifully knelt between his father's legs and bent down as he lifted the ample cock to his lips. His cock was thick and meaty, with blue veins on the shaft and a mushroom head that was already oozing a clear droplet of pre-cum. The boy stuck out his tongue and gently licked the string of clear fluid. I was sitting on the edge of the bed taking it all in. My mind was swimming. I'd found paradise.

Time stood still as I watched the scene unfold before me. I felt something warm on my naked crotch. My seven-inch cock was responding to it. I looked down to see the step dad's hand massaging my prick. He motioned with a flick of his head for me to position myself behind the boy. I knew what he wanted. I moved over behind the kid and raised his haunches up off his feet. I aimed my cock once again at the now red, slightly-swollen hole that had so recently been fucked.

I pushed and felt his anus open willingly as he moaned around his father's cock and I saw his head dive deeper onto the man's cock. I forced my cock deeper until I felt the warm orbs of the boy's buttocks against my crotch. I managed a slow fucking motion that lasted much longer than my initial assault on this boy's insides.

I heard moans and groans, some theirs, some mine as we all entered into a sexual oblivion. How long I fucked the boy is anyone's guess. It was an eternity, and it ended all too soon. In one final push, I unloaded again into the depths of the boy. I heard him whimper and I heard his father's roar as he bucked his hips upward into the boy's waiting throat. I felt the boy shake and quiver as he reached his orgasm. His sphincter quivered, adding wave after wave of pure pleasure to my semi-hard cock. I could have gone on forever, I thought to myself.

As we all came down from our sexual high, I knew it was time to leave. I got the phone number of the father and the boy promised to see me again on a certain day in the park if I could make it.

As I stood in the doorway of the house, the man shook my hand and winked at me. He said he might have a little surprise for me next time. I must have looked a bit confused. He told me he knew another man with a young son, younger than his boy who liked to have fun too. Would I be interested?

"When?" I screeched, and then blushed at my overzealous reply.

"Soon. Very soon." The man said, and I left.

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