Perverts 'R' Us

Incest Tales 8 -The Trinity Made Me Do It

By DannyR ( M/b, t/b oral, anal, inc, pedo )

THE TRINITY MADE ME DO IT

Okay. Here's the way I figure it. None of this is my fault. It was the Trinity. Yeah, yeah, that's right. The Trinity made me do it.

Oh, not the one you're probably thinking of. Well, not completely. See, first I blame God. After all, He's the father, right? Daddy who made everything possible? He could have made me different if he wanted to, but he didn't, so he must have wanted me this way, so it's not my fault, right? Only, I just wish the fuck He'd bothered to let me know a hell of a lot earlier about me.

Damn but there was some major wasted time 'cause part of His freakin' plan was to keep things a secret from me for a whole goddamned thirty four years. Not even a hint! Well, okay, so I did suck some dick when I was in college, and, well, okay, so I got fucked a lot, too. But just 'cause you're suckin' and fuckin' with your roommate, and a couple of your teachers, and some guys on the swim team...okay, okay, okay! the whole swim team....doesn't mean you've got a damned clue about what to expect later on, or the changes He's gonna put you through. Like after I stopped all that shit, and got married so I could have a family.

So anyway, first there's God the Father fuckin' me over.

Then there's Sexulot. God's son. I mean, we're all children of God, right? So in this Trinity he can be the son. Well, I assume Sexulot is a guy. I mean, c'mon, how's a woman gonna write all those perverted pedo stories about men fuckin' and suckin' with little boys. Young little boys. I mean, Jesus, really fucking young boys. Not that I've ever met him, of course. Just read his stories after I found...well, I'll get to that in a bit. Anyway, he writes these sick stories and he posts them on this sick web site.

Yeah, yeah, I know...different strokes and all that. And they're just fantasies to jack off to, so it's not like any of it ever happened, so who are you hurting if you play with your dick and shoot some cum? So, anyway, he writes this story about me and my son and calls it "My Son the Sex Toy." The one about this dad who starts off face-fucking his baby boy named David, and then fucking his tight little boy-cunt for real, and then even shares the kid. Right. I know.

Okay? So give me a fuckin' break. I already said I've never met Sexulot, so how could he be writing about me and my son? Right? I mean, I know he's just making the story up, and writing it first person to make it sound real, about him and "his" boy, and it never happened and blah, blah, blah. But...well...fuckin' hell. Things started happening pretty much the way he wrote.

Only he left out some important stuff. And got some stuff wrong. My son's age, for one thing. David...my David, the real David, not Sexulot's imaginary one, was nine months old when...well, things...changed. Same age as the kid who got fucked in that other story by Keystone about the undercover cop, and it was the undercover cop fuckin' the little one.

You know, if Sexulot hadn't written the fuckin' story about the kid, nothing would have happened. My life would've gone on just the way it was. Not really great, but not bad, and I always had the occasional jack-off session looking at online pics of college twinks fucking and sucking older men. But he did, so, in second place there's Sexulot, God's fuckin' son, fuckin' me over with his story.

And then there's the last one in the Trinity-the guy who runs Perverts 'R Us. No, not the place on the Web where you can get dildos and life size male dolls with dicks and mouths and asses to fuck. The other place. The story place. The guy who made it possible, 'cause if it wasn't for him, Sexulot wouldn't have had a place to post his pedo perv stories.

It's not like the owner of the site is the holy spook or something. But I did some checking around, and I can tell you for damned sure this guy is definitely on a holy mission or three. And two of those missions are to keep both his holes full of cock, the bigger the better and the more often that happens, the even better than that. I mean, give me a fuckin' break, but this guy is a slut. He leaves early for work so he can pull off the highway at a rest stop and suck some dick.

He fuckin' found a job, well, he fucking deliberately found a job just three blocks from the city's oldest and hottest bathhouse so that he could take most of his lunch breaks there. He's got it like down to a damned science. He knows exactly how long it takes him to make the trip to the bathhouse, depending on the weather and sidewalk conditions, and get checked in and naked. He knows exactly how long it'll take him to get dressed, check out and get back to the office, depending on variables like the weather, sidewalk conditions and how worn out he is from the number of men who've used his mouth or his man pussy. And he has this fuckin' calculator in his head so he can track the variables while he sucks and gets fucked, and always knows when he'll have to stop so he can get back to work on time. Slut.

His record for a bright sunny day with no adverse walking conditions is three men cumming in his mouth and five cumming in his ass. His record for a lunch break during the worst snow storm in the city's history-he naturally insisted he'd stay at work to get things done even though everyone else went home, and then honored his word and took only his usual hour for lunch-was four cocks in his cunt. It would have been more, but the last one turned out to be such a good fuck, like the damned battery bunny, that he made the PRS owner cum twice before finally filling that hole with his own big load of jizz, and that used up the time that would have been available for at least one of the two disappointed men waiting in line.

The third holy mission, crusade, whatever the fuck, is to run a Web site where the most degenerate porn stories, the kind of porn that nobody else, or not many else, would touch with a ten-foot dildo, can be posted. Oh, not just the pedo fantasies with boys as well as girls, but, well, you think of a sicko fantasy that gets your cock leaking, and this guy probably has a story ready and waiting for you to lube up, and start stroking and reading.

So there you have it. If God, the intelligent designer that He is, hadn't designed me the way I am, none of this would have happened. If Sexulot hadn't been the pervert that he is and written the sex toy story so well that it gave me ideas and started me down the path to perdition, none of this would have happened. And if the Perverts 'R Us guy hadn't been the perv that he is there never would have been a Web site for Sexulot to use to share his damned story with the whole freakin' world.

The Trinity made me do it. No question.

But, well, I guess I blame God just a little more than the other two, 'cause after all, He's the one who had to give me the nudge that pushed me off the cliff and down the slippery slope to depravity. Who else could have put the idea in my head to use Google in the first place to see what other kinds of "'r US" places there were besides the toy place? Who else could have suggested in the back of my mind after trying "homes" and "trucks" and "cars" that I ought to try "perverts?" Who else could have made me click on the link to some place called asstr-mirror.org. Ass training organization? Whatever. And click on the collections link. And click on the Perverts 'R Us link. And click on the new stories link...just one fuckin' day after Sexulot posted Sex Toy Part 1.

I was almost sick to my stomach when I read about the dad teaching his thirteen-month-old son to suck his daddy's dick, and swallow daddy's cum, and even learn to take all of daddy's dick down his throat. It was even worse when I read about how he fucked his baby for the first time, how the boy cried when daddy took his little one's virgin boy cunt, and then started to learn to love getting used by daddy dick. It was fucking disgusting.

I was also harder than I'd ever been before. And even after cumming to Sex Toy, and cumming again a little while later to the undercover cop story, I was still hard and leaking when I walked naked over to my son's crib and looked down at him. And got ideas that I could never, not in a fucking trillion years, have had in my head without outside help. Shit, without outside force.

It wasn't my idea to do what Sexulot was telling me to do with David. It was theirs. The fucking Trinity made me do it.

So I did. I followed their directions. Just faster. David had two huge loads before my wife got home. One all over his face, and I used my fingers to scrape most of it into his mouth and made him swallow. The second load went right into his mouth. I held him in place with my left hand, used the head of my prick to push open his lips, and then jacked off into his mouth. He started choking and gagging a bit, but he managed to swallow nearly all of it. Fucking kid was a natural.

The next day I stayed home from work, and by the end of the day and four more loads from balls that were working overtime, I was the proud father of a tiny cocksucker who could deep-throat his own daddy. By noon the next day I was the proud father of a boy slut who could take all of his daddy's dick in his tight little pussy. He didn't take to cock in his cunt as easily as Sexulot's kid did, though. My David did a lot more screaming, even though I was being slow and gentle and both his ass and my cock were lubed a lot.

See, that's another thing Sexulot got wrong about me and my son. In the story the fake daddy (sorry, maybe I should say "made-up daddy") said the kid was crying when daddy's dick started working its way into the kid's baby pussy, but the daddy didn't stop because it felt too goddamned good. Now, that's okay. The way it should be. If there's a choice between daddy's cock feeling good in a warm tight pussy, and his boy having to bear some pain for a while, well, fuck, it's obvious. The kid's there to be used by daddy. And then a few seconds later, the kid was cooing and enjoying his cherry-busting fuck.

So right there Sexulot got a couple of things wrong. It takes a lot longer than a couple of seconds to turn the kid into a dick-hungry pussy, and the made-up daddy was probably enjoying the fuck out of the crying, only Sexulot didn't want to let him admit it.

I will, though. Admit it. Fuckin' turned me...on! The tears and the wails and trying to get away from daddy's meat. Admit, too, there was this real evil part of me, and c'mon, guys, admit it to yourself, every freakin' man on the damned planet has an evil part about somethin', or several somethings. What matters is what you do about it. 'n this evil part was so fuckin' turned on and horny it wanted me to just hold the kid in place and shove my cock all the way home in that tight, hot, hot, hot pussy.

But I didn't. I stuck to the plan. Even if it was fuckin' killing me. Working his baby cunt first with one finger, and then two, until he wasn't crying over that. Then lots of lube on my dick and plenty up his hole. Holding the head of my meat real still just inside his pussy, with his ass lips all clamped tight around the start of the shaft. Then real slow in, just a little ways. Hold it. A little bit back. Then a bit more in. Slow and easy, fighting my prick's urge to get buried all the way in the tightest hottest hole it had ever been in and do it now! Fighting the urge to cum that started as soon as my cock head was inside little David's asshole.

So it wasn't any couple of damned seconds, but it also wasn't all that long before the tears dried and the little moans started, along with the gurgling and cooing...and a tiny, tiny hard little dick. I stood there with my hairy dick balls-deep inside my baby's fresh-made cunt, real still, then rotating my hips a little, and pulled half out and slid in again real slow. David was just smiling up at me.

Fuck! Man, there is fucking nothing like the feel of a little boy's formerly virgin cunt wrapped around his daddy's meat. So I started a slow steady fuck, looking down on his tear-stained smiling face. Christ. A natural born cocksucker. A natural born cum slut pussy. I was so hot I didn't last more than a few full-length strokes in my boy's hole before I filled him full and overloaded with hot slimy splooge.

That was enough, well, that and the two more times I fucked him that day, to decide I should make my wife happy and do the stay-home dad routine. She could do more traveling, and hell, the kind of work I did could be done from a computer at home with a high-speed Net connection. If I actually had to physically be somewhere, well, I could always take little David with me. Oddly enough, once he started getting sexed regularly he became a much quieter, much happier boy. No more squealing tantrums and keeping us up all night. Jenny was grateful for my "magic touch," as she called it. Not grateful enough, though, to suggest that since David was sleeping through the night now, she and I could start fucking again. Which was just as well.

Everything was just fucking fine. My work productivity was higher than it had been in a long time, and with better quality. David was a well-sexed little boy who loved getting his own cock sucked, and his ass licked, especially when daddy was licking and sucking and slurping out daddy's own cum. Daddy was well-sexed as well, and feeling very happy himself.

Until about a month later when I did a couple of really stupid things. My wife had been around constantly for three days and I hadn't got a chance to blow a load in either of David's holes. Fortunately, she wasn't "in the mood" so I didn't have to perform for her while fantasizing about my baby boy's tight little cunt. But I was still incredibly horny, so I didn't jack off. That way I could give his baby boy pussy a really hard pounding when I finally got into it. The morning after she took a late flight to Toronto on business was the day I got into David's pussy again. It was also stupid day.

As in, I forgot Ben, my father-in-law, said he was going to stop by to see his grandson and borrow my chipper-shredder. Stupid. As in, I forgot to lock the fucking patio door. Stupid. As in I was concentrating so hard on power-fucking David's tiny tight pussy, enjoying his squeals and whines, I didn't hear Ben arrive in his big-ass SUV with the muffler problem. Stupid. As in shouting out "Take daddy's load up your fucking baby slut cunt you little cock whore!" as I was blasting three blue-balled days worth of cum into his pussy, and feeling it ooze back out around my dick. Stupid!

Maybe things would have been different if I hadn't lost a few seconds leaning over my baby boy, my only slightly softened cock still way up inside his hot, leaking hole, panting and heaving and trying to get my breath. If I'd pulled my robe around me, instead of turning David around so he could clean my cum and his baby boy ass juices off my dick. If I'd put a new diaper on him right away, I mean, fuck, they were right there on the adjustable-height changing table, right next to him. If I hadn't reacted normally when Ben said "John?" from the doorway, and turned around, exposing my hairy, slightly beer-bellied front to him between the sides of the wide open robe, but more important, showing him my half-hard, very obviously spit-shiny cock.

He looked at my cock and then stared me right in the eyes. His voice was hard and cold. "You have that thing up my baby grandson's ass or down his throat?"

"Whoa, Dad, you've got this all wrong." Ben had become "Dad" when Jenny and I married, just like my asshole father was still "Pop." "I was just changing David, you scared the shit out of me, and my robe fell open. Guess I didn't have it tied tight enough."

Of course, if Dad could have seen baby David on the table behind me he would have known what a lying pedo perv I was. Fortunately I'm bulky enough, especially with the robe hanging open, that he couldn't see my little boy. Or the cum that was undoubtedly leaking out of his well-fucked hole, just as it did every time I got my dick in his tight little cunt. "Look, Dad, I'll clean up the mess David made, get him in a fresh diaper, put him back to bed and be right down. Uh, why don't you wait in the kitchen? Have a beer."

Well, fuck, why not just admit there's something going on I don't want him to know about? You know, just tell him right out I like fucking both of his baby grandson's hot baby cunts and cumming in either one. Beer? Sunday fucking morning at 8 a.m.?

Thoroughly mind-fucked and panic stricken, I turned my stupid gene back on again. Instead of facing him down, and watching him leave, and locking the door behind him, I turned around as if I actually expected him to leave, started to reach for a diaper, realized the robe was gaping and I'd claimed it was an accident, stopped, pulled it closed, and started to tie the belt. All of which gave him enough time to move past me to the opposite side of the changing table and see little David laying there, head toward my crotch.

Not exactly the recommended position for changing a baby's diapers.

Shit!

I guess the stupid gene affects motor skills, too. I just stood there, too fucking dumb to grab a diaper and swing the boy around, so instead Dad picked up his freshly-fucked baby grandson under the arms with the usual grandpa-grandson baby talk, and held him up so he could rub noses with him like he usually did. David smiled and gurgled. Dad inhaled. Through his nose.

Fuck!

Cum has a definite smell. You can't mistake it for anything else, at least a guy can't. And my cum, well, hell, it's got a stronger scent than any man or teen's cum I'd ever sexed. And I'd sexed a lot in the years before I got married. But then that was all behind me. Or it had been. Until now. Well, until I read goddamn Sexulot's story and the Trinity started me in on all this. Still, I didn't have a chance to say anything after Dad's big sniff because David decided to seal the deal. The deal being me spending the rest of my life in prison as a bitch since molesters I understand from all those Law & Order shows are at the bottom of the fuck pole behind bars.

There was a goddamned loud plop! in the room just then.

The "plop" being the 1812 Overture-finale-cannons-and-bells-going-off sound of a very large wad of cum dropping out of David's gaping cunt onto the table.

Shit, fuck, shit fuck!

Nobody, but fucking nobody, is going to believe that what was on the shiny slick surface of the table was anything other than cum.

Nobody, but fucking nobody, is going to believe there's any other source in this room for fresh cum falling out of a baby's asshole except for my dick.

"You fucked his ass, didn't you?" Jeez, but Dad's voice was cold. The fucking wind chill index was ninety degrees below zero.

I bent my head, unable to look him in the eye. Nodded.

"And then you used his tiny baby mouth to clean off your dick." Christ. A hundred twenty degrees below zero. My dick and balls were gonna freeze and drop off.

I nodded again, still unable to look up at the contempt in Dad's eyes.

"Jesus, but you're a selfish prick."

At that my head snapped up. And my jaw got serious bruises when it hit the table top.

Dad was cradling his naked baby grandson in his left arm. Fine, fine, he'd done the cradling bit with David that way before. Although David was normally dressed. No big deal. No real shock. Nope, the shock was his right hand, which was pulling two fingers out of my little boy's ass, yeah, I could see where the fingers had been and where they were going since he was holding David so I could. Dad had curled his fingertips just a little as they slid past the baby's ass lips, and I could see a glob of my cum on them. The bigger shock was when he put those same two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. And swallowed my fucking cum.

He inserted his fingers back into David's hole, gently finger fucking him, as he said, "Damn, but there's only one thing better than fresh daddy cum out of a baby's hole. How big is your dick?"

"Uh. What?"

"Jesus, John. Simple fucking question. How big is your dick?"

I blushed. All over full body blush. I'd grown up being teased and humiliated about not having a big dick like the rest of the males around me. And now I got to have my father-in-law mock and humiliate me. "Five and a quarter inches."

"Good."

WHAT?

"Show me."

This time the "what?" was out loud.

"Drop the robe. Get hard. Show me how big your dick is." I fumbled with the terry cloth belt, while he said, "Imagine you're going to fuck your baby's asshole while his grandpa watches. Is that a turn on?"

The fact that my cock was hard and sticking straight out was answer enough. Christ! Dad was gonna watch me stick my cock inside his baby grandson's slick, tight pussy and then watch me fuck that hot little hole. I moaned. My cock started leaking. I dropped the robe, stood naked in front of my father-in-law and my tiny baby fuck boy. He smiled...and it wasn't a sneer, wasn't to humiliate me.

"Get my dick out, John."

I guess the stupid session was fading since I didn't hesitate or ask him what the fuck he meant. I leaned forward over the table, feeling my dick slide a little in the grease and cum and slime at the edge, and press up against my belly. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the jeans all the way down, hooked my thumbs inside his boxers at both hips and tugged jeans and underwear down. Damn, but Dad was hairy.

Dad's dick was bigger than mine. Six inches, I guess, maybe a little more. Bigger around, too. But not like some fucking beer can. Just a nice, sexy, fat dick. Uncut. I licked my lips. It had been so fucking many years since I'd sucked a man's dick and here was my father-in-law's hard meat right in my face. I looked up at him, let him see what I wanted.

What he wanted, too. He moved closer so his thighs were against the table and with a deep sigh of thanks for the gift I was about to receive I opened my mouth and let him slide all the way in. My turn to inhale through my nose, and the musky smell of his pubes made me grind my cock between my belly and the table. Damn, but he was a bit raunchy smelling even this early in the day. I sniffed again and then realized what I was smelling, and what my tongue was tasting. Dad had cum already this morning. And not too long ago. And definitely not inside a woman.

I pulled back so just the knob end was in my mouth, my tongue playing with him, lapping up his precum, while I looked up at him. He obviously didn't want to stop the blowjob so I could ask questions, so he told me. "Your brother-in-law."

Fuck me!

I only had one brother-in-law. Roger. Jenny's younger brother. Jenny's fucking thirteen-year-old brother. I moaned loudly and slid all the way down to his pubes again, the thick head of his dick readily going into my throat.

"My boy is such a slut," he said proudly. "Been dicking his holes for ten years now, and fuck if I don't wish now I hadn't waited so long to start." Dad's right hand caressed my head and he started mouth-fucking me gently. "Roger's over at the team meeting right now."

Team meeting? Roger wasn't on...oh, wait. He was. He was "manager" for the basketball team. The kind of manager that takes notes for the coach, cleans up the locker room, has fresh towels ready for the sweaty, smelly players when they're through with practice or a game.

I could hear the smile in Ben's voice when continued. "Seems Coach Daniels thinks they've got not only a problem with their game, they've got a morale problem. And besides being manager, Roger's also the team's morale officer." If I hadn't had my father-in-law's dick down my throat I would have laughed out loud. So I did the next best thing. I moaned as I moved my mouth faster on Ben's dick.

Christ! The images in my head. I had to ask. I pulled away, and said just one word. "Karim?"

"Oh, yeah."

Karim was eighteen, seven foot one, lean and muscled, and the first or second most talented high school basketball player in the country. He could be going right to the NBA when he graduates next month, but he's too damned smart. Literally. That major sports talent is coupled with a major brain. He's turned down the millions they're offering him in favor of a full academic scholarship And he's queer, too. Damn!

"Karim's hung, too. Just like you'd imagine. And Roger's pussy loves every thick damned inch."

What a fucking image. Skinny, five-two Roger bent over a padded saw horse, getting fucked by a man almost two feet taller than he is. Eight, nine, ten, eleven inches of fat black dick pounding in and out of the boy's slender white ass. I moaned again and started bobbing my head faster. I needed cum!

Only Ben, bastard, fucking, son of a bitch Ben, stopped me. Pulled his slimy, slick cock out of my mouth and throat. Said, "You know what the one thing is that's better than fresh dad cum out of his baby's hole?"

I shook my head.

"Fresh grandpa cum out of his grandson's hole." He paused. "Or better yet...putting the cum in that hole."

He laid his naked grandson on his back on the changing table. It wasn't very wide, not much more, in fact, than David's height. So David's head was almost under my jutting cock and balls. But not for long. Dad moved his little ass to the other edge, and told me to hold my boy's legs. I reached across and spread them in the old victory sign. I leaned forward so I had a clear view. Dad's dick was nudging little David's pussy lips. And then with a slight thrust of his hips, the head was in.

David wailed. Not surprising, since Dad was thicker than me, besides being longer, and the boy had never had anything that wide up his pussy before. So even though it was a little awkward, I gave him dick to distract him. It worked. Oh sure, there were some moans and whines around my cock as Dad worked all of his meat into his grandson's cunt, until at last his balls were against the edge of the table. He held still for a minute or so, and then slowly pulled back until just his head was inside, and then he slid all the way back in, with one long slow stroke. David gurgled at his grandpa.

"Oh, yes, David. Your daddy and your grandpa are going to make such a goddamn pussy boy cum slut whore out of you, using your holes whenever we fucking want. Letting other men fuck your pussies while we watch."

There was a slight questioning tone to the last sentence and I quickly said, "Fuck, yeah."

He started stroking all the way in and out. "We'll take you to the park and let the old men fuck your mouth and your cunt. We'll have your Uncle Roger come over and slide that long, thin, teen-dick inside you, while Roger gets his own pussy rough-fucked by Karim."

I pulled my dick away from David. I was too close to cumming.

Ben speeded up, his breathing becoming a little ragged. "John, why don't you come around and eat out my smelly, hairy ass?"

I hesitated, not because the idea didn't turn me on, but it was an even bigger turn-on to watch my baby boy getting fucked by his grandfather, who was heading toward a not-far-off cum.

"You'll be able to get some of your brother-in-law's cum if you do." He grinned at the obvious shock on my face. "Yeah, he's a pussy boy slut, but he's got a nice dick and knows how to use it."

I nodded, licked my lips, moved around the table, and knelt behind Ben, spread his ass cheeks, and buried my face in his very hairy, pretty raunchy ass. Ben moaned at my tongue assault on his hole, urging me to eat his cunt. But I had a better idea. Fucking it. I stood up and on one of his out-strokes rammed myself balls deep into his hole. He gasped, and then with a muttered "Fuck me hard," started fucking my little boy. We quickly got into a rhythm. We were also so fucking horny and turned on there was no way we could last very long - at least not on this round.

A pedo father punch-fucking his father-in-law, while that same pedo grandfather fucks the hell out of his ten-month-old baby grandson. Thank god there are no close neighbors because the obscenities we were shouting would've gotten us tossed into jail, especially if the cops arrived to find us spewing them while we were involved in a pedo daisy chain between a baby boy, his fifty-eight-year-old grandfather and his thirty-four-year-old father.

Despite the speed of his fucking, Ben held David carefully so that on the final lunge that let Ben spew his juices up inside David, the boy was firmly in place and Ben could pump and heave and shudder while his own cunt clamped down on mine and brought me to a cum within seconds, too. A couple of minutes later, after Ben had sucked his cum out of David's ass, and I'd sucked the mixture of Roger's and my cum out of Ben's hole, the three of us shared an extremely cummy kiss, and then I used the cum to slick my fingers and finger-fucked David while Ben sucked him.

As exhausted as we were, Ben and I somehow managed to clean up ourselves, the baby, and the room-using plenty of air sanitizer to get rid of the sex and cum smells-all before Jenny got home.

That was a month ago. Since then, David has been fucked like the movie title, every which way but loose. We even did the dressing room thing, although Sexulot didn't quite get those details right either. It wasn't an eighteen to twenty-year-old store clerk, it was a fifteen-year-old boy who was cruising the dressing room area, trying not to be obvious as he peered through the inevitable gaps in the curtains that offered just a slight bit of privacy while you tried on new clothes.

As soon as he saw me sitting on the dressing room bench with David nursing my hard dick, the teen boldly went where only one teen had gone before. He was inside the curtain almost before I had time to jerk my head to tell him to come in. Shortly after that he was sitting on the bench, his pants and briefs around his ankles, his four inch teen meat buried inside my baby boy's cunt, while at the same time he was learning new oral skills as I fucked his mouth. The risk of being discovered was so great we didn't linger, and both of us came hard and fast within a minute or two. I waited a little while after the boy left, and then exited the area myself, carrying David, with his diaper bag slung over my left shoulder. There was a toilet on the third floor I wanted to check out.

So you see, it's like I said. It's not my fault.

And in a little while, when I'm rested, I'm gonna throw on some shorts and a tee and sandals, and put dear David's special plug up inside his little cunt to keep it stretched, and take him to the toilet in the park that Dad told me about. And I'm gonna sit in one of the door-less stalls and pull the plug out of his hole and make him suck it clean while the dirty old men, and young men, and teens watch.

I'll watch them take out their dicks and jack while they're watching me slide my cock into my little baby boy cunt while David lies back on my belly, his legs up so they can see what's happening. Then after I've given him a good load, I'll pull him off my dick, and turn him over, and just like he's been trained, I'll hold him on all fours on my knees and thighs, his leaking pussy up in the air towards the watching pedo pervs. It's kind of awkward for the ones who fuck him, but I sure the fuck like the sight of all those dicks taking their turns breeding his baby hole.

Shit. I'm hard again.

Well, like I said. The Trinity made me do it.

And now I'm gonna do it again.