Perverts 'R' Us

Little Boy Lover II

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

This story is adult fiction. It involves intergenerational sex and incest. If you are under the ridiculously artificial age of consent or can't deal with the subject maturely and intelligently, I suggest you leave now and read Leviticus where it tells you it's Ok to beat your slaves and it's an abomination to eat wheat bread. That's more your style. This story and those are made up of someone's imagination. If you believe them, then you're a fool. That being said, if you like erotic stories about boys and men, incest and pedophilia, you've found your place. Enjoy.

I left off the first chapter of this story when I'd left the small, lower class home of a man and his 10-year-old stepson. One thing might seem strange but I seldom ask names of my encounters. I realize that men have anonymous sex but this was different, it was neither anonymous nor casual.

Yet, I didn't think introductions were necessary. We had both enjoyed the sexual pleasures of the boy, as did the boy himself. Therefore, in this story I refer to the man and boy as "stepdad and stepson" only. His stepfather had been molesting the very willing boy since he was 7 years old. I'd met the boy in a local park where we had engaged in sex behind some trees and then at his insistence, we went to meet his stepdad. Now, on with chapter two.

As I walked to my car my mind envisioned what the man had said as I left.

"I have a friend with a young son who likes to play too. The boy is much younger than my kid is. If you'd be interested, I can give you a call soon."

If I was interested! The bulge in my pants told anyone within eyesight that I was more than a little interested. I loved wearing tight pants, shorts or Levi's that showed off my endowment. When I got aroused, pre-cum would stain the front of my pants with a dark circle that I wickedly displayed to anyone who wanted a look. As far as I knew, there was no law that prohibited pre-cum stains. I guess the Right Wing zealots had missed that one. More than a few times I'd lucked out and found a man or boy who gave me the eye and we eventually dropped our drawers in private and did what comes naturally. I'm a pedophile, but I'm also a cocksucker. I love men's cocks, always have, always will. I have a horny older brother and an uncle who taught me at a very young age that a cock was for sucking. I took to it like a baby takes to a bottle, which is a very similar experience, I might add. I'll have to write those accounts sometime soon too, I guess.

Since I had been a young teen I found out that if I put my pubescent cock anywhere near a small boys hands or mouth he would fondle and suck it. That's not a bad bonus for a teen boy babysitter. I didn't mind the small pay I got for doing the job. I jumped at the chance of watching toddlers. I would have paid some of those parents for that privilege. No sooner were they off to wherever than I'd have the boy's diapers or undies on the floor. I'd fondle them until they got little baby erections and suck them and lick them all over. They always loved this game. As soon as I had my pants down they'd do the same for me. Turnabout is fair play, like they say.

I'd cum two or three times while I baby sat most times. The boys would have multiple dry orgasms too. I made sure of that. The older boys, preschool and kindergarten aged boys always asked for me when they needed a babysitter. That tells me pretty much that they loved what we did and I was their favorite sitter by far. My teen cock was continuously hard.

That was then, this is now. I slid into the driver's seat of my car and drove off slowly, still picturing the nasty scene I'd been part of inside that inconspicuous house. How many other houses along the block or in each neighborhood had similar goings on in them I wondered? I'd wager plenty.

I massaged my growing bulge as I drove. When I got to a stoplight I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard wet cock. I needed relief again. This would be the third cum for me in about two hours. Not a record for sure but I was no slouch when it came to sex and masturbation. I loved looking at oncoming cars and vehicles driving alongside me as I jerked my cock. They couldn't see in, not unless they were in a large truck or something. Back then, SUV's were pretty much unheard of. Minivans were a thing of the future.

I'd grin to myself as I passed cars with families in them wondering if the little boys or girls had ever seen a grown man's cock before. I wondered if any of them had touched one, sucked one or otherwise had the pleasure of being taught sex by a dirty old man. I'm sure many of them had. I was reaching near climax now, and there was a car with two prepubescent young boys in the back seat. Seat belts were more or less unused back then so they had free reign in the back. They were looking around at nothing. I raised my hips up off the seat and exposed my hard seven-inch uncut cock to them in all its glory. The boys looked, wide eyed, their mouths dropped open. Then they glanced at each other excitedly and began to laugh in that secretive, boyish way, eyebrows raised, fingers pointing as if saying, "I don't believe what I saw, do you?"

I made sure I had a quick getaway if need be. Some boys would screech at their mom or dad that a nasty man showed them his pee-pee. But at other times, the boy or boys would stare in fascination. That always gave me an extra jolt of sexual excitement. I'd masturbate while driving until I spurted big white globs of cum as they watched. It was a rush that all men should experience at least once. I loved that feeling of perversion. I beat my cock in earnest now as the two little boys stared in disbelief, encouraged by their rapt attention.

As my cock spurted my cum up into the air and landed on my shirt, the boys drew back in shock but soon leaned forward again, in that same fascination that onlookers have when they pass a wreck on the highway. They just had to look. I lowered myself back onto the car seat, panting with lust and sexual excitement. I left the semen to dry on my shirt and pants as a reminder of what I'd done. At the next intersection I turned left, leaving the boys to peer out the back window at the nasty man they'd just seen. I knew I'd never see those onlookers again but they were seared in my memory for times when I was alone and jacking off to kiddy fantasies.

A few days had passed and I had about given up on the call I was waiting for. I figured maybe the guy was full of it and was just teasing me. As if on cue the phone rang and I picked it up, figuring it was some sort of phone solicitation. It was, but not the annoying kind.

"Hello?" said the masculine voice.

"Hi. Who's this?" I asked.

"This is the guy you met a while ago. The one with the 10-year-old step son." he said.

"Oh! Sure. I remember you. What's going on?" I asked excitedly.

"Well, my buddy is coming by in about an hour with his kid. I told him about you and he said he wanted to meet you. You game?"

"Am I!" I said. "I'll be right over."

I knew it would take 20 minutes or so to get ready and another 20 minutes to drive to his place. I hurriedly jumped in the shower. I wore the bare minimum of clothing, tennis shoes, shorts, tank top and nothing else. I wanted to skin out of those clothes quick once I got to my destination. My cock was already stretching at the thin material of my tight khaki shorts and a dark tan spot was forming where the head of my cock lay. If I'd been walking down the street in this get up somebody might have called the cops. It was that provocative.

The outline of my cock and the flared head was obvious as it laid down the left side of my pant leg. The mound that was my ball sack filled the right side. I absent-mindedly rubbed my crotch as I drove. I didn't want to get too excited. I needed to last a while but it felt so damn good to rub my cock while I drove. I found out that the more a guy has sex, the more sensitive his cock gets. It's in an almost ready state all the time and the feelings of arousal are nearly continuous. Mine was in that state almost all the time. My cock tingled with little or no outside stimulus. The mere thought of what I was about to do had it throbbing and oozing. I love it.

Pretty soon I was parking in front of the man's house. I tripped up the front steps and knocked on the door. It had one of those glass panes in it that was loose from age and the dried putty that had fallen out years ago. It seemed almost too fragile not to break. It rattled loudly at my rap but it held. The man, who was wearing only a pair of baggy boxer shorts, greeted me at the door. They might have been the same ones he'd worn days ago. The fly was stretched open as if it had always been accustomed to having a hand inserted within. I'm sure it had. If it wasn't his own hand, I knew whose hand it would have been, his 10-year-old stepson's.

I envisioned the two secretly touching each other while the boy's mom was in the kitchen, his hand inside his stepfather's boxers gleefully massaging the pedophiles cock while his mother was smiling and humming, fixing dinner for her men. I slid past the open doorway and walked into the living room. His stepson was lying on the rug totally nude watching cartoons. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled then looked back at the TV. I felt a twinge in my cock as I remembered the boy's tight asshole gripping my cock not so long ago.

"Make yerself comfy." the man said.

I watched as he slid his boxers down and let them stay where they landed in the hallway. His cock was thick, thicker than I'd remembered it. I glanced back at the boy's butt and wondered how in hell he got that fat fuck stick up the boy's butt the first time. I imagine he protested a time or two at that intrusion. He sure did like it now though. I remembered how he'd held his pink cheeks wide for me as he invited me to fuck him in those woods.

I was startled back into the present by an insistent knock at the door. My pulse raced as any pedophiles does at the thought of being caught in a room with a naked little boy. I needn't have worried. As the door opened I spied a young man about 25 years old. He was blond and had a big white grin on his smooth face. His young son, maybe 5 years old also had his daddy's hair and grin. The man leaned down and let the boy run into the room where he greeted the other boy.

The older kid began sliding the boy's pants off as he hefted his t-shirt up and off his head. Other than a pair of sneakers, the boy was now totally nude. A cuter cherub would be hard to find. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He sat on the carpet and pulled his shoes off and then his socks. I followed suit without even thinking. I was naked standing in the hallway in front of the door, the top half of which was clear glass. I thought better of it and moved into the room with the boys. As I did, both fathers did the same. Three naked men and two boys were now in a small room. I knew it wouldn't be long before things started to happen.

"This is Jake and that's his son Cody."

"Hi Jake, hi Cody." I said mechanically.

Jake grasped my hand in a firm grip and shook it vigorously. The effect was that my cock bounced up and down with the motion. It didn't go unnoticed by Jake. He smiled and reached with his other hand and grasped it around the middle. That left an inch or so at either end still exposed. My balls jiggled at the movement. In turn, I reached out and grabbed Jake's cock. I loved the differences in skin color in men. This blond Adonis was pale skinned while the stepdad had a ruddy complexion. My own tanned body was a flesh toned golden color. It made for great contrast. I reached over and grabbed the stepdad's cock and both hands were filled with thick, horny man-meat. I was in sexual nirvana.

"Cody, come over here." I heard his dad say.

The boy hopped up enthusiastically and stood in the middle of the three perverts in the room. We were all facing one another. His head barely came up to our respective crotches. The sight was so erotic that my cock involuntarily throbbed and jerked. Cody reached up and grasped it in his tiny hand and aimed it at his mouth. His father had sure taught this boy well. There was no hesitation here. The young lad knew what to do and you could tell he was having fun doing it. I felt his warm moist lips kiss the tip of my cock head. His tongue probed at my piss hole. This was the sign of a true cocksucker, someone who loved his task.

This boy relished the tastes he was experiencing and I let him. The taste of cock and pre-cum and stale piss was intoxicating. I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder while all three men watched the little boy perform the very nasty act of fellatio on a totally strange adult. His hand held my ball sack and I couldn't help but notice how small it was in comparison with my ample scrotum.

I grasped Jake's cock and began to stroke it slowly as I reveled in the delight that his son was giving me. The boy opened his tiny mouth as wide as he could and took the head of my uncut meat into his pink, wet orifice. I sighed; his father sighed along with the stepdad. I felt a hand on my left buttock and craned my neck around to spy the ten-year old boy squeezing in for a close-up view of what was going on. The horny boy didn't want to miss a thing and I didn't blame him. I was the same way at his age. I moved aside a little to allow him entry into the tight circle. He immediately reached for his stepdad's fat cock and began pumping it while he watched his little buddy suck my cock. His boy cocklet was sticking straight up. I knew he was every bit as aroused as were the pedophiles in the room. In not so many years he too would molest lots of lucky little boys, I was certain.

All too soon stepdad signaled that it was time to head for the bedroom. I remembered that he had a double bed and not much else in there. How three adults and two children would all fit on top of that bed was puzzling. But I needn't have worried. Pedophiles have a way of accommodating everyone. The men lay side by side and the two boys hopped up onto the bed resting on the men. The gleam in their eyes at seeing three big hairy cocks before them was exciting to witness. I was the new guy so I got the center position. I was lying with my head at the foot of the bed while the two men alongside me were lying the opposite way. We could then all look down and watch as the boys played with everyone's cocks. The youngest boy resumed sucking my dick while the ten-year-old played with Jake's throbbing rod. He had a nice cock, not huge, but not small either. In fact, at just under 6 inches it was the perfect pedophile cock. It wasn't thick and could fit in tinier places than both my cock and the stepdad's fat piece. I wanted to witness that later.

After about fifteen minutes of the boys having as much fun as two boys can have with three grown men it was time to get more active. I hefted Cody up and held him high above my chest. He giggled as he looked down at me, fully trusting in this stranger. I wouldn't disappoint him. I lowered him down onto my upper chest and began to suckle his nipple of a cock as he cooed his delight. My hands cupped his tiny round orbs and I spread them and squeezed them with my fingers. I pulled them open wide to expose his tiny pink little pucker. The men at the opposite end of the bed sighed at the sight. I felt wetness on my cock again and lifted Cody up a bit to see his father leaning down and engulfing my rigid man piece. He was kneeling down straddling my legs. Stepdad had his face buried in Jake's ass lapping at the sweat and musky crevice that was so erotic to a true asshole eater. I could hear the wetness as he lapped up and down the crease.

I felt my legs being spread and then lifted towards the ceiling. I cared not. I was happy suckling on my little boy's penis and ball sack. Again I felt that tongue lapping at me. It was dribbling spit into my ass crack. After another pause I felt a soft spongy cockhead probing at my hole. I relaxed and let it enter. I moaned at the pleasure it gave me as it rubbed against my already hard prostate gland. Gobs of pre-cum oozed from my cock as the motions of the man fucking me milked it. The stepson soon licked it up. I could see him kneeling off to the side of my hip and his stepfather was spreading the boy's cheeks. His fat cock was pulsing only inches from his asshole. He moved forward and I gasped as I saw it slowly disappear into the boy. I felt the kid sucking more and more of my cock into his hungry mouth and my balls began to churn in response. I could feel Jake's cock swelling in my asshole as he pumped harder and faster. I knew I was going to get his first load of the day. I also knew it would be far from the last he would spew in the next few hours.

Cody began to shiver as I had subconsciously sucked him deeper and harder as I became more and more aroused at the perverted sights and sounds before me. He went rigid and began to cry out as his body shook in response to the age old throes of child orgasm. I felt my cock spurt then spurt again. I filled the other boy's mouth to overflowing as Jake filled my insides with his white daddy-sperm. At the same time the stepfather grasped his boy's hips and shoved hard and grunted his satisfaction as he filled the boy deeply with his own semen. We soon all collapsed into a big heap on top of one another and panted. I think we all must have drifted off into oblivion for some time. I felt a movement and came back awake as first Jake, then his son and then the other man and boy stood up. I felt the urge to piss and I'd guessed so did all the others.

We all walked down the narrow hallway in single file to the tiny bathroom. Our semi-rigid cocks, filled that way due to our urge to piss led the way. Stepdad was first at the toilet. Jake and his son slid into the bathtub and faced one another. I guessed correctly that this would not be the first time that dad and son had relieved themselves of their full bladders onto one another. I watched in fascination as their light yellow streams spurted onto each other. The stepson and I were left standing in the middle of the room. He opened his mouth and engulfed the first third of my cock and then looked up at me expectantly. Hell, why not? I thought to myself. The urgent pressure in my bladder needed release. I let go a steady stream of man piss and the boy gulped and gasped it all down expertly. His cheeks bulged as they filled and then they relaxed as he swallowed time and time again. He had done this many times before it was obvious, perhaps with many men.

I didn't know why but I loved the nasty thought of it. The smell of fresh piss permeated the room. That was an aphrodisiac to me. Not that I was a piss slut but there's something to be said about entering a public restroom and smelling the leftover odor of piss that came from man and boy. I almost always got a hard on when I smelled it. I would linger longer than need be on many occasions. Oftentimes another male would join me and when our eyes met we knew the signal. If we were lucky, we'd be left alone long enough to expose our growing cocks and join in the perverted ritual of cocksucking in a public venue. I got an extra jolt of sexual pleasure from it.

As we finished with our nature call stepdad again led the way. We entered the living room and he clicked on the TV. He slid a tape into the VCR and we sat where room was available. The grainy tape was dark but the scene was obvious. Where guys got these tapes I always wanted to know. I'd have to ask him before I left this day. There was a small bed in the middle of the room and on it was a pale young boy. The man standing beside it was not an Adonis but that didn't matter. This was an average guy in an average home where this sort of thing went on every minute of every day. He just happened to record it so that other pedophiles could watch. He was nude and his cock was pointing out towards the kid. He grabbed the boys' ankles and slid him sideways on the bed and spread them wide. He leaned in and poked his fat short prick at the boy's ass. I noticed his tiny cocklet was sticking up. Yes he had done this before and yes he liked it. The shiny crevice had obviously been well lubed before the filming took place. We all watched the man's cock slide into the boy. He pumped in and out of the boy. This was no expert porn video. It was obvious it was home-made but that made it all the more erotic. This was truly a dad/son video that was made for the benefit of other pedophiles. Everyone in the room was hard again.

I glanced to my right to see Jake fingering his son Cody. The boy obviously relished the attention. Jake's cock was shiny now too. He had reached into his shorts and slicked it up with the lube he had brought with him. I watched him position Cody on hands and knees. My head went back and forth from the TV screen to the real life father and son sexual perversions before me. My cock began leaking pre-cum again. I groped and stroked it to full erection. Jake's cock pushed at his young son's asshole. I saw Cody brace but take it willingly. His father had been teaching his boy well. I leaned down to spy Cody's boy cock. It was rigid. He was having fun. Dad's cockhead had entered the boy's anal ring. Both dad and boy closed their eyes and sighed at the familiar pleasures. All eyes were on them now, the TV momentarily forgotten. The sounds emanating from the box added to the pedophilic delights. Slowly at first, then with greater urgency I watched as Jake impaled his boy. His big hands gripped the boys' tender sides as he forced his cock in and out of the boys' asshole.

The only sounds in the room were of flesh meeting flesh and a quiet grunt now and then from boy and man. They had a practiced quietness about their sex. It came from many a night of secret playtime while mom lay sleeping in the next room. Most pedophiles learned the necessity of a quiet sexual encounter, in a living room, a garage, a back seat of a car or in the darkness of a tent in a campground. All of which were used at various times by man and boy alike and all were memorable encounters, the more exciting for the chance at being caught in the act.

I learned at a very young age that the sexual urge is one of the most powerful urges in man. I'd taken chances that looking back made my heart race for the sheer audacity of them. Yet, I'd do them time and time again for the pleasures I received. This father and son had the same experiences I was certain. How many nights had this dad sneaked into his son's room and molested him while his wife slept blissfully I wondered.

As Jake fucked his son faster and deeper, harder and more insistently my own cock and the cocks of the others in the room throbbed in unison. I spied stepdad being sucked by his stepson. I didn't feel left out at all, however. I was in pedophilic ecstasy here. The visuals and the slurping wet sounds of sucking and fucking filled my head. I was reaching a quick orgasm. Jake grunted and shoved hard. His face flushed red and his teeth gritted as his second orgasm of the afternoon filled his boy's tiny hole to overflowing. Cum dribbled down his boy's legs and onto the mangy carpet. Stepdad followed with his own raging howl as he emptied his balls full of cum into his boys' mouth. My own cock spurted gob after gob of white, thick cream onto my chest and legs, the excess drooling off in a perverted white teardrop, stretching and then dripping off my cock and onto the floor.

God, I loved pedophiles, I thought as I closed my eyes and relived the moment in fast motion as my cock continued to drip the last dregs of man cum onto my pubes. My softening cock lay off to one side as it slowly retreated into its wrinkled, dormant state. Again man and boy drifted off into afterglow oblivion.

The sun was lowering in the sky and we all knew at once that we needed to end it here. The wife's shift at the factory was nearing end and we had to all be gone before she pulled up outside. Silently we all dressed in what few clothes we'd worn. I didn't bother toweling off. I love the thought of driving back home with dried and drying cum on my body. It gave me some perverse satisfaction. Little was said but volumes were silently spoken. We knew this as only a beginning. We would all meet again many times. I would contribute my own purloined little boy from a nearby neighborhood to assure that I'd be included in future sexual rendezvous. After all, a pedophile is only as good as his next conquest. Boys were to be shared and taught and loved by as many perverts as possible. I'd do my best to fulfill my destiny.

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