Perverts 'R' Us

Incest Tales 9 - There's a New Trinity in Town

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

THERE'S A NEW TRINITY IN TOWN

My father-in-law...you remember him from last time, doc?...you know, Ben...is a sick, disgusting perverted freak pedophile.

Well, uh, I mean, not really, of course. I mean, this is just fantasy stuff I'm telling you. Shit, I'd never do anything like all this stuff in real life. I'm just talkin' here about fantasy jackoff stuff.

Well, okay, yeah, my real little boy here is David, and he's a little over a-year-old. Okay, okay, so my real father-in-law is Ben, and my teen brother-in-law is Roger. But see, that's what makes jacking off to all these ideas so fucking hot. I mean, you do understand, don't you, doc, that this is all made up shit? 'cause I sure as fuck know that all the doctor-patient secrecy business would be shit down a crapper if I was actually doin' any of this, 'cause then you'd have to report me to the cops 'n all. And I'm only here 'cause I just need someone to talk to about these fantasies I'm having.

Okay, so we're okay, right?

Okay.

So, as I was sayin' about Ben...fuck, but you gotta love a man like that.

But sometimes he's, well, weird. Like this thing he has going with model trains. Well, him and Roger both. Model fucking trains? What the fuck is with that? So when he asks me if I think David would like a train for his birthday, I'm thinking "What the fuck? The boy isn't a-year-old yet, what the hell is he gonna do with a train set? I was so surprised by the question I repeated it out loud. Jenny looked up from her laptop. "Who wants to give David a train for his birthday?"

"Uh...your dad?"

"Oh, no, he doesn't." She stood up from the kitchen table with a half serious, half joking, pissed-off expression on her face, walked over to the sink, and grabbed the handset from where I had it tucked between ear and shoulder. Okay, I guess the serious part of pissed off was winning since she almost took my ear with the yank.

"No way, dad. Not only no, but hell no." She listened for a little bit, and the pissed look got more so. "Your grandson is only going to be a-year-old in six weeks, dad. He's too young to understand your obsession with model trains, much less play with them."

More listening. When she went on her tone was that of a daughter/wife/mother who is doing her damnedest to be polite and reasonable sounding when what she really wants to do is tear your throat out. "I don't care if you've run out of space at your house, or if we have lots of room here. You are not turning my house into a place where you and Roger, and those ungodly hordes of boys, are going to run rampant. And you are not going to suck John into this either. So think of a different birthday present for your grandson. Like, well, jeez, maybe something normal?"

She handed the phone back to me and stalked back to the table with a muttered, "You talk to my idiot father."

I put the phone back to my ear, and then nearly yanked it away, Ben was laughing so hard and so loud. "Uh, dad?"

He kept on laughing. Jenny slipped the computer into its case, put the strap over her shoulder and headed for work. Dad's laughter was just about under control when she reached the door and said in that firm, I'll-rip-your-balls-off-if-you-disobey tone that women must have a special gene for, "There are going to be no trains for my son in my home, and if I find out you two have given him a train someplace else, you're both gonna be in serious shit."

The combination of the almost-slammed back door and Dad's renewed laughter covered up my "Okay, Jen, give it a rest!" but Dad finally heard my "What the fuck?"

Then he explained.

Oops. My stupid gene at work, I guess. Hey, I'm just a brand new pedo dad, learnin' it all on my own, well, at least up until Dad caught me right after I'd fucked his ten-month-old grandson and left a huge load of cum in his kid cunt, so how was I supposed to know what giving the kid a train meant? But once I knew, me 'n my dick 'n my balls were damned enthusiastic about the idea. So enthusiastic that I needed some relief. My favorite kind of relief. "Dad, that sounds so fucking hot I'm gonna have to face fuck your little baby grandson's mouth cunt right now. Want to listen?"

He did.

I mean, shit, when you got a little slut like this, of course you're gonna get a blowjob from the little whore as soon as your wife is out the door. But having your father-in-law on the phone, talking you through it, making you describe how his baby grandson is taking daddy's dick all the way into his throat, what a talented slut whore his grandson is, getting mouth-fucked like a cunt, and then you're blasting your load down his throat and your father-in-law is grunting his own jack-off cum right with you.

Of course, sometimes the phone sex was on the other ear. Like when Dad wanted to "babysit" David, because I supposedly had a "big project" and I was going to need the peace and quiet to concentrate. Or at least that's what he told Jenny. Then I was the one listening and jacking while Dad used his baby grandson to get his rocks off. The best one of those was two days after the birthday present call.

Dad...the pervert pedo prick bastard...called me while Jenny was home. In the kitchen again. With me. And even when he knew Jenny was not only home, but in the same room, the rat shit bastard just chuckled and started describing little David's first fuck that morning, and how his pussy was still oozing lots of grandpa juice. I grabbed a cup of coffee, barely avoiding burning myself as it slopped over the edge, and quickly sat at the table. Thank whoever-whatever she didn't notice my jeans were bulging. I mean, I'm not hung very big, but the jeans are worn, soft and tight, and even my five inch dick would be noticed.

So I had to sit there, sipping my coffee, pretending this was a phone call from a client who needed to give me information, while my fucking father-in-law told me what he had planned for baby David for the day. Then he told me to listen close. I did. He must've held the phone down because I could hear a sound I knew very well. Dad's lubed dick sliding in and out of very young grandson cunt. Then he put the phone back and asked if I recognized the sound.

I managed an off-hand sounding "yeah," while my dick started spewing pre-cum, staining my jeans so now more than ever I couldn't get up and make my escape. Dad laughed again, and told me that actually it was a sound I'd never heard before. It was the sound of my thirteen-year-old brother-in-law fucking the cum-filled pussy of his baby nephew.

The "holy shit!" that shouldn't have escaped my mouth did, and Jenny glared at me. I guess I managed to mouth a believable "Sorry. Great news." Jenny doesn't like me swearing because she wants to raise the boy in a proper way, and if I'm vulgar when the boy isn't around then I'm likely to be when he is. Yada fucking yada.

And then I had to sit there listening to Roger.

"Oh, shit, John, I never had any baby pussy before. Christ, my nephew has a hot, tight, little cunt. And I'm fuckin' him on a load of my own daddy's splooge. Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck. 'n he's gonna pull a train for his birthday, 'n daddy says I can be one of the engines fucking this little caboose. Jesus fuck Christ shit! This is so hot! Oh yeah, daddy, shove your dick up your teen slut son's pussy. Fuck me while I fuck my baby nephew. GOD! I love my pussy filled with daddy dick while I'm fucking boy cunt. John, John, please man, please, y'gotta let me bring a couple of guys from school for Davy's birthday."

I could hear the sounds of the double fuck speeding up. I had no choice. I had to put my hand down in my lap and grab my sticky leaking cock. "That sounds like a possibility." Christ. How the hell I got that to sound normal I'll never know. Must have, since Jenny just finished her own coffee, and began to put the stacks of papers she'd been reviewing into her briefcase.

"Jake 'n Alan, John. Two studs from the team. 'n whenever they fuck me with no one else around they're pretendin' I'm really young. Oh Davy Davy Davy your pussy is so fucking HOT!!! 'n yesterday I got 'em both to come to the stadium toilet after school, told 'em I needed a good fucking at both ends, 'n when we were naked 'n I was on all fours, I told 'em to pretend I was a really, really young boy slut cum dump whore who needed his virgin holes fucked and fucked hard. Jake almost panicked, but I grabbed his dick and kept him on his knees in front of me. Told 'em I fucking knew they were both fantasizing about hairless young boys when they sexed me, told 'em I thought it was fuckin' hot to have them pretendin' I was a baby slut, 'n then I told 'em how I knew how good it felt since my daddy had been fucking my boy pussy since I was three, and that was enough to get them both to ram their dicks into my cunt-holes, and fuck me hard 'n fast, just like I'm doing to your little baby son, John, hard 'n fast 'n ohgodchristfuckshit I'm cummmminnnnnng!"

So was I. No stroking, no nothing but just keeping some pressure on my cock and I'm spewing splooge like it'd been me fucking Davy's pussy.

And then somehow I managed to outlast Jenny, and didn't have to get up from the table at all until she was gone. Naturally I sucked up my own cum before tossing the shorts into the washer.

The fact that Dad had decided to go ahead and let David have a taste of new dick in his holes, got me to thinking.

If I'd gone ahead with what I'd planned a couple of weeks ago, taking David to the park Dad had told me about, he would already have pulled a train. Even if it was only a couple of engines. But that day the fantasy got me so horny I had to have his ass one more time, and by the time I unloaded it was too late. I had just enough time to eat my cum out of his little pussy, clean us up and get dinner on the table for Jenny. Then over the past two weeks the combination of work and the house and sexing my son, and sharing him with one of his granddads, there was no time to make my fantasy of sharing his little cunt with other men come true.

But still, was it really fair to my little cum slut whore boy to make both his holes available to a bunch of men on his first birthday, and where the hell Dad planned on getting those men I didn't know, without a little, well, experience first? I mean, if I could find some men to try out his pussy while I watched and helped, well, I was just looking out for his best interests, wasn't I? Especially since Davy knew now what young teen cock feels like in his pussy. But I needed, Davy needed some older men. Maybe a really old man. Shit, yeah.

So I decided going to the park was a good idea.

I had no fucking idea how good an idea it was going to turn out to be.

I admit, I was selfish. I was a stay-at-home, work-at-home dad with really flexible time. Dad was in construction, so in this weather he had plenty of full time work. But hell, he owned the damned company, even if he was out on the job sites a lot, so he probably could have made time available, fuck, he would have made time available if I'd told him what I was going to do. But I didn't. Instead, I took little David to the park, the very cruisy park Dad had told me about, the one where men of all ages were looking for sex, sometimes with each other, sometimes going elsewhere, sometimes in the woods, on the trails, in the bushes, sometimes in the toilet with its three stalls with the doors that were apparently easy to keep open, and the big trough urinal, sometimes just right out in the open, and sometimes, just sometimes, a kid would show up, a horny kid, and some of those men would go fucking crazy.

The youngest Dad had ever sexed in that park, well, besides Roger, was around ten. A quick face fuck of the boy while the kid's uncle ate out Dad's ass and then fucked it. Last year, though, when Roger was twelve, he'd met up with a kid half his age, and wound up in the bushes with the boy, first sucking his little dicklet, then eating out his hole, and then fucking it. He told Dad the six-year-old was definitely not a virgin, but couldn't talk him into letting Roger meet the man or men who'd been sexing him.

David was probably going to be the youngest slut who'd ever been in that toilet. I was kind of afraid, though, about that. I mean, yeah, I knew what I was hoping would happen, but what if, well, some dad freaked and decided to call the cops? Or beat the shit out of me?

Well, what the fuck do I know? I told you I'm new at this. How the fuck was I supposed to know how many pedos were out there, cruising that park day after day, night after night, hoping for kid slut cunt to show up?

I had no idea about cruising protocols, either. Shit, back in college I got all the sex I wanted with guys either from my roommates, or in the locker rooms with the rest of the swim team or going to the bars. I hadn't been a toilet-glory-hole-park bushes kind of fag. So the entire drive there, me with my hard little cock, my right hand playing with my baby's hard littler cock inside his diaper, I worried.

I shouldn't have. It was so damned easy.

The toilet was empty, though I'd seen a few men sitting in their cars, and one off a little way at a picnic table. I picked the middle stall, and sure enough, there were nice sized glory-holes, well, I guess they were nice-sized since they were big enough to get a hand through, and definitely big enough for cocks and balls as well. Fuckin' hot! I casually strolled into the toilet, carrying my baby boy, and "rearranging" my dick while I walked.

David's first stranger-dick was a young black teen. I heard the door squeal open and close, and I just sat in the middle toilet, my pants around my ankles, my tee-shirt up around my neck, and my naked baby boy straddling my legs. Both of us were hard. The footsteps stopped by the urinals, there was a silence, and then I heard him walking toward the stalls. He was trying to walk casually, like he really was heading to one because he needed to shit or something, not looking for a hole to fuck or dick to suck, but fuck, the double-take when he walked by our open door and saw us was incredible. He just stopped in his tracks and stared. But when I upped the ante by putting my hand between Davy's legs and using a finger and thumb on his hard pricklet, the teen moaned and grabbed his crotch.

"You want some?"

He jerked his eyes away from David's crotch and looked at me. "Summa what?"

"Little boy."

"Yo, man, you whacked. Aight?"

"Yeah, probably am, but you're hard, aren't you?"

"Shit, man, I ain't no whitey pervin' on some little kid."

I smiled. He hadn't answered my question. But then, despite the baggy jeans and baggy drawers, the truth was obvious.

"Not just any, kid. My kid." I cradled Davy and slid a finger easily into his wet cunt. Pulled it out. Offered it to him. "Ever had a taste of wet, juicy little boy hole? Maybe one of your little brothers?"

He just stared at my finger. "Ain't got no little brothers. Jes big'uns."

"So, your brothers get some of your pussy when you were younger?"

With that expression, if he'd been white he would've had a full body blush going. "Okay. So? Ain't mean I gotta mess wif no baby bois. Aight?"

I shrugged, and pulled my offered finger back, sucked the juices off myself. "Your loss. I just thought maybe if you'd had dick up your boy bottom when you were little, you might like to feel how it is to have your dick in boy cunt." I reached out as if I was going to close the stall door.

"Wait." I stopped. "You...you really gone let me play wit yo baby?"

I nodded. "You can jack off in his mouth. He likes cum. Or you can eat his pussy and maybe fuck it if you're not too big."

Damn. The fish wasn't even fighting or flopping around any more. I just reeled him in, telling him to drop his jeans and boxers and show me his meat. He did. A nice six inches, slender, medium balls hanging way the fuck down. I positioned Davy, told the kid to get on his knees and get the little boy's pussy nice and wet and suck some of my cum out of the kid's hole. He did. I told him to get up and let me suck his dick so his cock was nice and wet. He did. I told him to slide his dick into my little boy's cunt nice and easy. He did. I told him to fuck my baby boy's cum slut pussy. He did. Christ, did he ever.

Cliché, I know, but he was like the damned TV bunny. Going and going and going. He ignored the toilet door opening. Ignored the footsteps. Didn't turn around when the old man, seventies, eighties maybe, came up behind him. Ignored the "holy fuck" when the old man kind of squeezed in and peered around and saw just where that slender black dick was going. Whimpered when the old man dropped behind him and started eating out his teen hole. Gave a short little "huh!" a minute or so later and I figured something just went up his butt. Probably a finger. Another grunt, louder. Two fingers. The teen speeded up and Davy went into a rapid-fire series of cums. A louder grunt, more fingers? More moans and then he buried himself, shuddered and I could almost feel the cum pumping through his cock and deep inside my baby's cunt.

Fuck. My little boy's first stranger was a black teen, dark chocolate colored meat sliding in and out of gloriously white boy pussy. I would have liked to have watched another round, this time with black dick in tiny white mouth, but the teen promptly went into panic mode now that his cum was done, pulled his dick out...I guess the old man had...er...unhanded him...pulled his pants up and was gone. That was okay, though. It left the old man.

A really old man. From his looks he could have been Pop's father. Or Dad's. And with the way fags are about youth, he probably didn't get much action cruising the park, though more likely more here than anywhere else. If there wasn't somewhere young to bury a young dick, and the balls were blue enough, any hole was good enough, even an old hole. I smiled at him. Today would be different. He wasn't a last choice like some pudgy kid getting picked for sports. Hell, he would've been my first choice if the black kid and he had been in here at the same time to begin with.

He was looking down at the leaking tiny cunt, not seeing my smile. His dick was ordinary, uncut, and heavily veined. Veins that were pumping so much blood I was surprised he could stand up. Looked like fucking small ropes wound around his dick. The hand on his dick was trembling. He licked his lips, and then gave just the tiniest slump. As if he "knew" he'd never get a chance at that boy pussy.

Wrong!

"You want to fuck my baby boy's cunt?"

Almost broke his neck snapping his head up to look at me.

"He's in training to be a slut whore cum dump. He's been fucked to hell by his daddy, and his granddaddy. Now by the black teen you were playing with. But he doesn't have a real great-grandpa to fill his hot little boy pussy with cum. You want to be his great-grandpa, man? Your great-grandson is all lubed up and waiting."

Like he was afraid I'd change my mind, he moved in and buried his meat in my boy's hole. Guess he didn't mind what the leaking cum and lube would do to his pants, since he'd just unzipped and pulled his dick and balls out. As the old man started thrusting, another pair of hands began to take care of the old man's pants. I looked up. It was some college age guy with a glazed look in his eyes, looking around the old man's thrusting hips while he unbuckled, unzipped the old guy and yanked the pants to his knees.

A moment later college boy's hand was between the old man's legs, feeling the cock and cunt joining. A moment after that and the old man was shuddering, blowing his great-grandpa wad up little boy pussy. When he was finally done, his exit was more dignified. But I mouthed "same time, next week" at him and his face lit up like he'd just had a lifetime of rotten Christmases and birthdays all made up for at once.

Then it was college boy's turn to fuck, and he wasted no damn time. I guess until you're really used to it, tiny boy cunt makes you cum fairly quick. Like the teen and great-grandpa. And now college kid, who shook and grunted, and then finally pulled his softening six-inch uncut curved meat out of my kid's messy cunt. He looked at his cum and ass juice slimed cock, with a thick strand of jizz connecting him to the boy's hole, and blushed. He whispered, "Christ! I never thought I could do anything so fucking sick." He looked at me with a flush that was now part anger, at himself probably, at me, at David. "Jesus, man, your own kid. You're fucking sick!"

"And you're the pedo college boy with his pants on the floor of a park toilet, and his dick covered with cum and slime from a baby boy's cunt."

"No. No, I'm not a damned pedophile!" He bent over to grab his pants and yank them up, but I stopped him. Just by grabbing his still half-hard cock, my fingers curled around the shaft, my thumb smearing the cum and slime around. He froze. I wasn't holding him tight; he could easily have shoved my hand aside and finished what he started to do...get dressed and run. Instead, he started to stiffen up again. He straightened up, too, and his face wore a part-defiant, part-defeated look.

"You know, if your dick got hard while you watched an old man fucking the cunt of a baby boy, while the boy's daddy held him in place, you might be a pedophile."

His face was anguished but his dick twitched.

"And if you reached between the old man's legs so you could feel where his veiny ancient meat met up with that tiny spread asshole, you might be a pedophile."

I wasn't moving my hand at all, just holding him lightly.

"And when the old man got his pants up real quick and rushed out, if you reached down and scooped up the jizz leaking out of the boy's hole and sucked if off your fingers, you might be a pedophile."

Another dick twitch. Damn, but he was fighting to get soft and stay soft.

"And if you just nodded when the man asked if you wanted to fuck his tiny son's hot tight cunt and then dropped your pants on a filthy floor and slid your dick home, balls-deep, you might be a pedophile."

No dick twitch. Still fighting, I guess. Time to let him know the truth so the truth can set him free.

"But still, maybe you're not really a pedophile. You want to know how to tell for sure?"

He nodded.

"Well, you're probably not a pedophile if you don't get hard when I ask you if you want to help my son have a great first birthday by joining other men, hell, maybe a lot of other men, in fucking my son until all of you have cum at least once in both his talented tiny mouth and his hot tight little ass."

Instant hardon.

"You know how I got used to the truth that I was a pedo?" He shook his head. "I fucked his nine-month old little cunt again."

He might have started to say "nine months" in amazement or something but that changed to a big pedo sigh when he cooperated with my dick tugging so that his hard cock was lined up with my boy's sloppy hole, and then the college boy slid in. And started a carefully energetic fucking. I helped him along with obscene talk and tit play and it was only a couple of minutes before he was holding his dick up inside my boy and shuddering his own second cum.

When he pulled out I offered David's services to clean his dick, but he turned me down. Said he was planning on a third, there was a short pause, pedo cum on the way back to his dorm, and he wanted the feel of the boy's ass and lube and all the other cum on his cock when he did. I chuckled and closed and locked the stall door behind him. But not before I gave him a card with a prepaid cell phone number he could call to get the details on the birthday party.

I figured enough was enough for today. Then again....

I heard the door open, but apparently someone was coming in. There was a man's voice although I couldn't hear what he was saying, but it must have been something on the order of "Any action?" since the college boy's response was to say, loud enough for me to hear, "Yeah, there's an incredibly hot, tight ass available for fucking in the middle stall."

Silence. The door again. Footsteps walking past my stall into the adjacent one.

There was silence, and then the sounds cruising men know so well, no matter how soft they are. A belt unbuckled. Pants unbuttoned. A zipper going down. The slither of pants and underwear (if any) as they slide down to the toilet floor. The slight shuffling sound as a man moves into position in front of the glory-hole. And then the best sight of all. Cock in the hole.

A nice cock, too. A Goldilocks cock. Just right for my baby's cunt. A little over six inches. (I'd become pretty good at figuring out cock length.) But fat. Fatter than Dad's. Maybe the thickest cock he'd had up his hole yet. Maybe he'd whimper and cry when it went into his pussy. But first I had to have it in my mouth. I bent over, sucking it all the way in, slobbering spit on it. Although, hell, my kid didn't need lube, not with his ass full of cum.

The guy moaned, then whispered, "The kid said you liked to get fucked."

True. Very true. But this wasn't about my cunt, it was about my boy's. Still, I grunted an "uh-huh" around his dick as I worked it.

Still whispering, the guy was almost pleading as he asked if he could fuck me, told me how horny he was, what a good fucker he was. I sucked him some more, then pulled away. Fucking hot. Man cock with thick grey and dark pubes, oozing pre-cum.

"C'mon, man, lemme fuck your hole. You fags have already had two of my loads in your mouths. But I need me some...." There was a pause.

"Cunt?" I whispered back. This whispering shit when no one was around was a fucking turn-on.

His moan when he said "fuck, yeah" was part gratitude that I wasn't turned off by what he, well, almost-said.

Some guys who like getting fucked get offended, I guess, if you tell them the truth about having a pussy. Hell, my kid doesn't have an asshole except when he's shitting. Otherwise my baby cum slut has a pussy. Just like his daddy did. A hole that needs dick, something, anything crammed up inside it. Like the eight-inch dildo Dad and I bought. Not for David, he wasn't big enough for it. Yet. It was for our pussies.

Like a couple of days ago when he used it on me while I was power fucking my little David as he lay on his belly, his hips propped up with a pillow to give his fucking daddy better access to his greasy kid cunt. Oh, Dad hadn't just rammed the dildo up my aching hole. First Dad fucked me, hard 'n fast while I was ramming his baby grandson's tight little hole, filling me with his dad cum, and then sliding out and filling my guts with the dildo. Ramming it up my cunt as hard as I was using my little boy's. Fucking me with it hard until I howled my shuddering cum and filled my baby's cunt with his daddy's seed. And while I was cumming Dad yanked the dildo out of my hole and then shoved a butt plug up inside my gaping cunt. I howled my pleasure with the thick plug up my daddy cunt.

I pulled my still hard dick out of my baby's hole and Dad almost shoved me aside, he was so eager to get his dick in his grandson's baby pussy. Then it was Dad's turn. I rammed my aching cummy boy juice covered dick into Dad's own cunt. I didn't have any need for little pills to keep me hard and going. Pedo sex. The new Viagra. I knew my little dick couldn't really satisfy his man pussy, but he clamped down on me, using his talented cunt muscles to give me a hot fuck. Yeah, fuck hot fuck. Shoving my dick in and out his hole, fucking my father-in-law's butch stud ass while he fucked his writhing and whimpering baby grandson. FUCK!!!! And then I came, filling Dad's cunt with splooge, shooting a load in his hot tight hole as big as the one I'd just spewed up my baby's pussy.

Then I pulled out so I could give Dad what I knew he needed. Splooge and spit. Dad's favorite lubes. Well his hole was well-seeded, but still.... So I used my mouth and tongue and lots of spit to slick up the Jeff Stryker dildo. Christ, if that things is made from a real dick, that fucker is, was, whatever, hung. Dad was very still, his dick balls deep in my baby's cunt, his hairy ass up-tilted. I teased his hole with the head of Jeff's dick. Christ, nothing hotter than watching a cum slut's hole start to iris open when touched, caressed, by the head of a dick, whether real or rubber. "This what you want, cunt?"

Dad looked over his shoulder at the dildo I was holding up, and winced. Neither one of us had managed to get the whole dildo up our asses, although Dad had managed a lot more than me. I grinned a wicked grin at my father-in-law. "This or nothing, cunt."

Empty hole vs. fat dildo and some pain. Hmmm. Dad had to think about it all of nanosecond or three before just grunting and going back to baby boy pussy fucking, along with the pain and the very fat dildo ramming his man cunt.

Oh. Sorry, doc. Kinda got sidetracked there. Y'want to know about the park toilet. Okay.

Well, I whispered back, asking if he wanted to fuck.

"Christ, yeah!" was the response.

It was kind of awkward, holding my little boy in place, and holding the stranger's dick like I was reaching behind myself to guide it into my ass, but where there's a hardon there's a way. I don't know if he'd have gotten into Davy's pussy without so much as a grunt, as wide as he was, if it hadn't been for the previous four fucks. But he did. And when he was as deep as he could go, given the wall and the hole, he sighed. "Jesus, man, that's the tightest hole I've ever been in."

He started fucking then, a nice and slow easing in and out of the little boy cunt. Doc, y'got no fucking idea how hot it was to watch a stranger's dick sliding into my baby son's ass. Yeah, sure, it was hot when I did it. Or Dad. But something was even hotter about the men and teens and the pedo college kid coming into the stall to fuck him. But this...shit, this was pure fucking anonymous sex. A dick through a hole in a toilet stall fucking kiddy cunt. Hot, hotter, hottest.

He started going a little crazy, fucking harder. I looked up and saw his hands clenched tight on the top of the stall. Davy whimpered, the way he's started doing when his pussy is getting all heated up and starting to send him toward his own baby dry cum. The man moaned, "Jesus, man, you've got the tightest hole I've ever fucked."

"Not my hole, guy," I whispered back. "You're fuckin' my boy."

The fucking stopped. His dick was still buried about half inside David's boy cunt. "You're shitting me. I'm fucking a kid?"

"No shit, man. You're in the ass that college guy was talkin' about."

He started sliding in and out again, slowly, almost hesitantly. "How...how old?"

I smiled and didn't lie, just didn't tell him all of the truth. "Not quite eleven."

He speeded up a little. "Oh man, I can't believe I'm fuckin' a kid. Jesus, slidin' my dick in and out of your ten-year-old son!"

"Ten months old."

Full stop again. Obviously in shock but his cock stayed hard and he didn't jerk back. "No fucking way." His whisper was part-horrified, and part turned on even more by the knowledge.

"Check it out. Take a look."

I watched the cum-slimy dick ease out of little David's hole and disappear. Below I saw a pair of naked knees hit the dirty tile floor. A moment later there was a gasp and words so soft I almost couldn't hear them. "Holy Mary mother of god I've had my dick in baby boy pussy."

There was a long fucking pause, although he didn't move. Then he did. He stood up and stopped moving again. I could see his pants were still around his ankles so he wasn't in panic mode, at least not yet. But his dick wasn't coming back through the hole and Davy was getting a little restless. After all, the man hadn't given him his boy cum.

I got a little impatient. "Look, man, you're either going to dick him and cum in his ass, or you're not. Either way, make up your fuckin' mind."

"I've never...."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all said. Look, are...."

"All?"

"Yeah, all. The black teen, the old man, the college kid who told you about the little hole for fucking. Me."

"Damn. Your boy's a cum dump?"

"Fuckin' right. In training for a real big gangbang."

"Oh sweet Jesus."

The dick came back through the hole and I directed it balls deep into little Davy, who sighed with contentment. Watching him move in and out I could tell he was a talented fucker. So could Davy, who went off into two quick cums. Fucking hot. But there was a way to make it hotter. "How about coming over here and fucking him? You could fuck him harder and closer without the wall."

"I, uh, look, uh...."

"Christ, man, don't be such a wimp. As hot as it is to fuck him through a glory-hole, and God knows I've done it, with his grandfather on the other side, holding him...." Okay, so I lied. I'd only fucked my boy's cunt while fantasizing about the glory-hole thing. But it made the man moan again, then cut it off as he realized how loud it was. I grinned. "...it's even hotter when you can feel your balls banging against his little ass. And who the fuck cares if I see your face or you see mine? It's not like either one of us is gonna run to the cops."

"Jesus. I can't fucking believe I'm going to do this." And with that he pulled his dick out of Davy's ass. I heard the sounds of his pants being pulled up so he could walk as I reached across, unlatched the door, and then looked down again, cradling my little cum slut whore boy and playing with his hard pricklet. The door opened and closed. I saw his slacks and boxers hit the floor. Heard him gasp. Thought it was because he could see cum oozing out of my boy's pussy. Looked up. Froze.

Pop.

My own fucking father! Staring down at his cum dump grandson with the leaking boy pussy and his spread-legged son with his own cock hard and leaking.

"You have that thing up my baby grandson's ass or down his throat?"

Shit. Déja vu all over again. Y'know, if both of the boy's grandfathers are going to turn out to be pedos like their son or son-in-law, the least they could do is come up with different opening lines.

"Both, Pop. Lots."

He must've liked the idea, because he started playing with his dick, which hadn't gone down at all. Then the glory-hole bit hit him. I could see it in his face. "You said...his grandfather. You let that fucking pervert Ben...."

And before I could do the pot-kettle bit, he stopped. That's the first time I've ever seen my arrogant, hard-nosed, hard-assed son of a bitch bastard father look sheepish. "Am I the pot or the kettle?"

I grinned back at him. "Well, Pop, you gonna zip and run, or fuck your grandson?"

"Never turned down an available fuck in my life."

"Look, let's switch places. Davy likes being fucked while the man is sitting down and I slide his baby boy pussy down on the hard dick."

Pop sure liked that idea. It's always a bit of a struggle for two men in a toilet stall to swap places, more so when one's holding an about to be fucked kid. But we managed. Legs spread wide, big balls hanging, cock leaking steadily, Pop lifted his hands for Davy.

"Just one thing, Pop. While you're fucking your grandson's hot, tight, wet boy cunt, I'm going to be fucking his grandfather's mouth."

Pop snorted, all the arrogance back. "Like fuck you are. I don't do that fag shit."

"You do now, Pop, you do now. At least, you do if you want to do any more of this pedo shit."

All my life, all my fucking life, I wanted to win, to not fucking lose all the time, to not fucking be wrong all the time. Just once. To have the power. To be in control.

Like I was now. And Pop fucking knew it. He could've stopped it, zipped and run like I said, but he was as dick-driven as any man. And right now, his dick wanted baby grandson cunt.

I smiled. I don't think it was a pleasant smile. At least not according to the expression on Pop's face.

"So here's how it is, Pop. Dad..." And oh how that word fucking pissed him off. "...and I like to use both of little Davy's holes. They're hot, and tight, and he's very talented at both ends. But sometimes we suck each other off. Sometimes I fuck his cunt, sometimes he fucks mine. So you'd better learn to love getting your own cunt fucked. 'cause I sure the fuck know Dad will want a piece of your hairy ass once he hears about this."

Now, Pop's never been good at holding in his rage. Real good at letting it out, though. Like he wanted to do right now. But I guess being a near-virgin pedophile, a man who's sunk his dick into young boy cunt but never cum in one, a man who's being offered the opportunity to finish off what he started, and a chance for a lot more down the line, has some incentive to learn a lesson. So, yeah, I took advantage. Decided to teach him one of those lessons right now.

"So here's the deal, Pop. I've changed my mind. I'm not gonna fuck your face. Instead, I'm going to turn your hairy asshole into a tight man cunt and then you get your grandson's pussy. So bend over the stool, Pop."

I've always wondered what a volcano would look like if you could somehow push all that hot, angry lava back down inside just before it blew. Pop taught me that lesson right then. The lava bubbled and struggled but damn if it didn't get pushed down, deep down until if you didn't know Pop you'd believe it had never been there at all, and would probably never appear again.

Pop did what I told him. I put Davy in his carrier for a moment. Bent over and buried my face in my father's ass. Christ, talk about never in your wildest dreams. Slurped and slobbered and got it as wet as possible. Stood up. Put my hands on his hips. Nudged the head of my dick into the little depression of his rectum. Shoved all the way in. Very, very, very fucking hard.

I may not have a big dick, but I've got strong hip muscles, and five inches of anything an inch or so thick and as hard as that being shoved up your asshole all at once is more than a little painful. So much so that Pop swore at me. If he'd looked over his shoulder he'd have seen the wicked smile on my face. I started fucking.

"Oh, man, Pop, you don't have an asshole any more, y'got a pussy. And it's your wimp son, the one you've never really liked, who just turned you out, turned you into a bitch. And Pop, so long as you're interested in boy cunt, I'm gonna make sure every man who uses little Davy's holes uses yours, too. Christ it feels so fucking good to use your hole. Gonna turn it into a cum dump, just like your grandson. Have you on your back next to your little grandson and we all take turns fucking your cunts. Sweet Jesus, Pop, but you got a hot tight wet cunt, just made for breedin'. Hell, just like my cunt. Guess I did inherit something from you after all.

"Whoa, Pop! I must've inherited two things from you. Fuck, your dick is hard and leaking while your pussy is getting plowed, and that's just the way mine stays when I'm getting dicked. What with the way your grandson is turning out, I guess being a pussy boy cum dump slut runs in our family, huh? Aw Jesus fuck Christ shit I'm cumming!"

I've pumped some good loads into Davy and Dad since I learned to be a good pedo, but damn if that wasn't one of the best ones. I slumped over Pop's back for just a moment and then yanked my dick out. I couldn't help myself. I had to drop to my knees and eat his pussy out. And when he stood up, turned around and started to sit, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled. He resisted, his eyes stunned, and then he gave in. My pop kissed me! And tongue-fucked my mouth. And swallowed his son's cum, fresh out of his own daddy cunt!

Once he was on the stool, his breathing a little more under control, I picked up little David, and with Pop's help slid my baby boy down Pop's belly and right onto grandpa dick. Pop held onto Davy gently and with a deep, satisfied moan began fucking his grandson. I scooted around to the side of the stool, my back pressed against the wall.

"Guess what, Pop?"

"Hmmm?" He didn't open his eyes; his face was blissful.

"I lied."

He opened his eyes and stared at the hard dick that was very close to his mouth. The hard, slimy, slightly-streaked dick that had just come out of his newly-made cunt. He just looked at it, raised up, opened his mouth and swallowed me, letting me start to fuck his face as he fucked his baby grandson's cunt. It took a while, but then I hoped it would, because there's never a repeat of your first time fucking your father's face, but eventually I spewed another fine load that had him coughing and choking, and managing to swallow almost all of it. He came into his ten month old grandson's pussy right after.

I recovered first. The more experienced pedo, I guess. A bit more scooting and then I was on my knees again. First sucking off my little boy to give him yet another cum while he still had his grandpa's dick in his tiny pussy, and then when Pop's half hard meat slid out, I cleaned it up.

Things got a little awkward with two adults and a baby boy in a park toilet stall, trying to get all their clothes together and leave. Awkward from the cramped space, but awkward between Pop and me. So even though we were dressed and Pop had his hand on the latch, I asked him, somewhat hesitantly I admit, whether he'd maybe want to fuck me before we left.

He did. It wasn't a gentle fuck for obvious reasons. Within moments of setting the carrier down so Davy was out of the way, Pop had my shorts on the floor, and me shoved up against the wall with my dick through the glory-hole. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my hole, spat again and smeared his cock, and then instead of real payback, like a really hard slamming of his dick into my hole, he eased it part way in...and then slammed home hard! Yeah, Pop was as good a fucker as it had looked. It was my first rough fuck, and he had me writhing and whimpering and begging for more dick in moments.

Neither of us heard the door. Neither of us knew anyone else was in there until I felt a hot wet mouth on my dick. "Pop! Pop, somebody's suckin' my dick. Jesus, my own dad is fucking my cunt and some stranger is suckin' me off. Christ, fuck me Pop!" And I unloaded yet again into the stranger's mouth while my pussy learned what kind of a load Pop could produce.

Once again we got our act together, only this time we made it out of the stall. I peered into the stall next to mine to see who my cocksucker was. Hell, it was some fat white teen. Thirteen, maybe. Fourteen, tops. "Hey, kid, that was a great blowjob. You want one of us to suck you off?" I chuckled. "We're kind of all fucked out."

"Wuh...wuh...one of you?"

"Yeah. Me, my pop, or my son. C'mon, kid, you just had my dick in your mouth. Open the door and we'll return the favor."

You should have seen how wide his eyes got, doc, when he saw that the "son" was so little.

"Do you really mean it? N...n...nobody ever wants to suck me."

"Well, some people are just plain inconsiderate bastards. But we want to suck your cock."

Whoa, Nellie. That was Pop. My father being kind and considerate and sensitive? As they say, holy fucking shit. And double holy fucking shit when he was the one who got on his knees, unbuckled, unzipped the kid, dropped the pants, and then started sucking surprisingly fat, surprisingly long dick. The kid was crying a little, and then his tears dried as he hesitantly put his hands on Pop's head and started face-fucking him. And then he was shivering, and heaving and moaning as he shot into Pop's mouth.

Pop surprised me again, and the kid, too, when he sat up on his knees, leaned forward and kissed the boy, swapping spit and cum with him. But the boy's eyes were shining when Pop broke the kiss and stood up. He caressed the half-naked teen's face with a fingertip. "Look, uh...."

"Terry."

"Terry. You know what happened just before you got here?"

The boy shook his head.

"Well, my son here fucked me and turned my asshole into a pussy. Have you ever fucked a man's pussy?"

Another head shake.

"Okay, then. We have to go right now, but can you come back next week, same time? And you can fuck me then?"

"Y...y...you mean it? Really?"

Pop nodded. "And have you ever had a dick slide between those ass cheeks and bury itself in your teen pussy?"

"N...no."

"So how about we fuck each other next week?"

I thought the kid's head was going to fall off he nodded so hard.

We left then, but I found out later that Pop kept his word. He also turned Terry into a hot little fuck. Shorter dicks like mine had some trouble getting very far into his hole because of the size of his ass, but once Terry was hooked on being bred, he got hooked on big dicks and big dildos. My favorite sex with him was to 69 while I used a dildo on his cunt. He seems to get off on it, too.

Oh, sorry, doc, got a bit lost in the thread there. Where...? Oh, yeah. You want to know about Davy's birthday party.

Well, Dad is really perverted, in case I hadn't mentioned that before. I mean, the fucking things you learn...and the things you learn about fucking...when you find out your father-in-law is a pedo, too.

Dad is in charge of the renovations of the Ethridge Hotel downtown. Of course, I knew that. Big news story, big coup to get the contract. What I didn't know was that the job meant Dad had a private men's room for fun and games. See, there's a side entrance to the hotel, directly off the small parking lot in the back, and when you go in, you can go up to the first floor and to the lobby, or down some marble stairs to the basement. Straight ahead, meeting rooms, elevators, offices, whatever. Immediate left, short hallway, huge fucking men's room.

"Back in the day" it was apparently a really popular cruising spot. Dad said he remembered getting fucked there quite often, at least when he wasn't ramming his own dick into some willing hole. Then hard times, deteriorating neighborhood, closed hotel. So Dad decided when the renovations started he'd make it, not just the way it used to be, but a better cruising john. He cleaned it up, made the lighting fairly dim. Walled off the stairs leading up to the lobby. Put a steel mesh barrier (removable by his crew if actually needed) so when you came down the steps you couldn't go "forward," leaving a left turn to the toilet your only option. About a block from the hotel is a gay bar that caters to older men. So Dad quietly put the word out there, and with some of his horny construction crew coming around the building to "use" the toilet off and on during the day, it started being pretty active, especially early morning, lunch hours and right after work. Nights became pretty hot, too. And Dad being the nice guy he is, made it safe with a guard stationed at the bottom of the steps. Table, cable TV, comfortable chair. And all of the guards who worked rotating shifts, were more than willing to get sucked or fucked or do a little fucking as one of the job perks.

After Dad told me about the place, I naturally needed to personally check out the site of my precious boy's birthday party. Had to be sure it was appropriate, of course. The first time I tried, over lunch, I never got to see the toilet. I arrived in time for the "changing of the guard," and wound up with my pants around my ankles, on all fours at the bottom of the entrance steps, while the stocky, fifty-ish guard going off duty mounted me and bred my ass with a fat cock, and the guard coming on duty got his first cum of the afternoon fucking my throat. Then I got fucked at both ends by two businessmen who apparently had no qualms about sex even more public than back in the toilet. I had an appointment, and with the cum I knew would be leaking out of my overly full hole, I had to get home, so I pulled my pants back up and desperately tried to keep the cum inside my ass, with little success. At home, I quickly jacked off, changed and then went to the meeting.

The second time I tried I managed to get into the toilet. Fucking perfect. Thanks to Ben, I realized as I looked around. A short entrance way with both the door from the outside hall and the one into the toilet itself creaking like they should, although with the guard a warning wouldn't really be necessary. Creaking doors are good when it's a public toilet used by straight men and teens and boys who are too dumb to know that it's also being used for sex, and just want to come in, piss/shit, occasionally wash their hands, and leave. But with the guard on duty to steer away men who weren't going to the toilet for the real reason it existed...fucking and sucking and pissing in/on someone...the creaking doors weren't really needed. Although that might change once the hotel is actually open for business.

So anyway, through the second door into the sink area, which is kind of unusual, doc, 'cause the sinks weren't along just one wall like most public men's rooms. Hell, like every men's room I'd ever seen except in a place like an airport. When you walked through the second door you took a couple of steps and hit three sets of sinks with a huge mirror...on both sides of the room. And the sinks were just a little bit lower than normal so average height men's crotches would be very visible and not partially hidden by the sinks. Then through an arch where the room widened again. This time with a damned long trough urinal on each side and beyond that four toilet stalls on each side...with no doors, oversized, and glory-holes already drilled. Large glory-holes.

Jenny was expecting me for dinner, David's warm little mouth was expecting me as soon as I could get alone with him, so I didn't want to cum, but goddamnit! the place turned me fucking on. The dim lighting, the fucking smells. It wasn't very active right then. Just a couple of guys at the trough. I thought one of them might be a guy that worked for Ben, but I wasn't sure. So I decided to take a chance. I'm new at pedo sex, and new at public sex, but I also knew I wasn't some hot young stud with a big dick that everyone would be drooling over. Sure, I'd gotten double-fucked twice the last time, but that was probably a fluke. Still....

I walked past the troughs and into the stall closest to the one on the right wall, where there were three men cruising but not doing. I dropped trou, bent over, lubed myself with lots of spit and backed my cunt to the large glory-hole. Guess they must have been horny and not really caring that it was just an average middle-aged man whose hole they were using. And use it they did. The first cock was short and fat; the second average, the third long and thick. While I was getting fucked I heard the doors creak a couple of times and thought at first it was my earlier fuckers leaving, until I realized there were more men there. All waiting to use my hole. When the third guy finished pumping a huge load up inside me, I heard him say that my pussy was just as tight as my father-in-law's.

"Whoa, man!" another voice said. "You know this guy?"

"Yeah. Well, not really. Just know who he is. I work for his father-in-law."

"And you've fucked both of them?"

A very smug response: "Yeah. I have now. He's a bit tighter, but just as much of a cum slut. Hope you like your cunt full of cum before you get in."

"Fuck, yeah, man. Fuck, yeah."

And with that another cock went up my cunt. And another. And another. I don't know if anyone was sticking around for seconds, but in short order I had six loads of cum in my ass. My dick was leaking steadily, almost like I was pissing pre-cum. No one had come around to look at me, to see who or what they were fucking. They were all getting off on the anonymity. I was a man cunt being used for their benefit, with no care for whether I was getting my rocks off or not. Which is what you do when you're pulling a train. Like I was, I suddenly realized. Holy fuck. My very first train. And the train was running late. I'd ignored the vibrating cell in my pants on the floor, but as another dick nudged my pussy lips and then spread them wide as it plunged in, I realized how fucking late I was. But I couldn't just pull my horny cunt away from the nice dick that was pleasuring it and me. So I spoke up and said, "Hate to be fucked and run, but my wife is gonna kill me I'm so damned late."

"Christ, I'm fucking married cunt? Jesus!" And with that my current fucker started ramming really hard before grunting and shuddering and unloading.

When he was out, I started to pull away but a soft voice stopped me. "Please, mister, can I fuck you, too?" Damn. A young voice. So Jenny could kill me twice. I backed my hole against the hole again. But instead of a dick, I felt a tongue. A very, very talented tongue with lips to match. Sucking my hole. Tongue-fucking it. Eating the cum out of my cunt like he was starving. Leaving me panting and steadily dripping pre-cum onto the soaked pants around my ankles. Fuck! Which is what the kid did. Had to be a kid. Voice too high, too eager; cock too small to be a man, but he rammed it up my sloppy cunt, pumping me hard until he added another load and then held still. I thought he was just waiting a minute before easing out since I could hear him panting. It wasn't until I felt the strong, hot liquid in my hole that I knew he was pissing me. Jesus fucking Christ I was getting my cunt full of piss from some teen. And when he was finally done, I barely managed to clamp my hole tight enough to keep it all in until I could stagger over to the stool, sit my ass down and let it all go.

I was sitting kind of slumped, trying to get enough energy to get my act together and my soggy, sloppy, leaking ass outta there, when I noticed feet standing in front of me. Big feet in trainers. Black feet, since that was the color of the legs going into them. I looked up and didn't get past the hard, really messy dick pointing at me. I could see, smell the cum and piss that soaked his nappy pubes, coated his cock. His piss from my hole. Cum from my hole. I didn't really need to feel the hands coming down on my head to tug me forward while his hips thrust to know what he wanted, what I wanted. I opened my mouth and let him slide in. Waited. Let him decide. And he decided just like I wanted him to. Teen black meat face fucking me so hard I was choking and gasping, but the kid didn't fucking care. Just held my head in place so I could be used as a cum dump. Fuck, I never knew a teenager could take so long to cum. But when he finally did he filled my mouth with teen slime, and when he was done he told me to keep my bitch head down until he was gone. I did.

And I was right, doc, Jenny was so fucking pissed at how late I was. And you know, I'm beginning to wonder if maybe she has some idea what's going on, and well, maybe just doesn't give a fuck. I mean, damn, sure, I used some mouthwash to get rid of the cum smell from my mouth, but even with emptying my ass out I figured I'd still smell of sex. But she didn't say a word. Well, she actually said a lot of words, but all of them were letting me know she didn't appreciate being kept waiting, blah, blah, blah, important things to do, blah, blah, blah, where would we be without her income, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, I was definitely sure the Ethridge Hotel toilet was the right place for my little boy's birthday party.

I decided to go to the toilet early on Friday, though. Like any good host I wanted to be sure that my guests had everything they needed for a good time. Lube (though after the first couple of cums that wouldn't be needed); diapers; baby wipes; poppers...you know, doc, just the usual stuff for your boy's first birthday party. Making sure the fuck tables were there.

Fuck tables?

Well, doc, that's what Dad calls them. He built a few tables, different heights, padded tops, and designed to hold little Davy in just the right position, actually a couple of different positions, to have his slut holes used and not get hurt. It took me a while to find out if they were there, though, 'cause it took so long to get through that little entrance hall.

Can't blame that on the Trinity. Just Roger and Karim.

Hadn't expected Karim to be there. After all, this was about a little boy pulling a train...a fucking baby boy, my very own tiny cum slut...and everyone who'd been invited had the right size dick for boy fucking. I'd never seen Karim's meat before but I'd heard all about it from Roger, and when I saw it right then I knew every word he'd said was true.

Roger's tee-shirt was shoved up under his pits; his shorts were around his ankles; he was bent over and braced against the wall, his thin butt blindingly white against his dark tan, even more so against the darkness of the body hunched over him and the blackness of the thick cock driving in and out of his teen cunt. Roger and Karim didn't even look up when the outer door squeaked as I entered. I guess it was my gasp, and the "Christ, Roger!" that got their attention.

Not much of their attention. Just enough for Roger to assure me between gasps as Karim used his thick meat like a bludgeon to rape Roger's much-too-eager-be-raped teen cunt, that Karim just wanted to watch. And jack. And he was just using Roger's pussy to take the edge off so he could last.

Sounded like a plan to me.

I eased on by and went in. No need to worry.

Dad had the room set up fine. So I just stripped off, both of us, of course, and waited for the gang bangers to arrive so we could get started.

I was surprised, yeah, right, that they all arrived early. Of course, with a naked daddy and a naked year-old baby cum slut in a hotel toilet, no one was very shy about stripping off, and playing with themselves and each other, until everyone arrived.

Gee, doc, you look fucking stunned. Like you hadn't heard anything like this before. Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. So, do I give good fantasy or what?

Well, anyway, there we were.

And I could have gone first.

I looked around the toilet...at all the naked men and teens...at the clothes strewn everywhere since everyone was so fucking eager...at the hardons of all ages, from my baby boy's year-old upstanding dickie, to the black teen, to the college guy, to Dad and Pop, and fuck, even the eighty-year-old from the park was there.

Little Davy was my very own boy pussy, I owned his little ass, his tiny mouth. My right to slide my dick into either his lubed bottom or his so fucking talented mouth, or both, before anyone else got to touch him.

But I could do that any fucking time I wanted.

What I wanted was to fuck him when his tiny boy-cunt was sloppy with loads of cum from all the other baby fuckers who'd had him in this toilet.

What daddy wants, daddy gets.

Doc, you have no fucking idea what it was like to see little Davy on his fuck table, belly down, while the black teen slid his dick into that tiny hole for his first fuck of the day, while college boy fucked his mouth. Then great-grandpa in his bottom, and one of Roger's high school friends in the kid's mouth. I lost track after that, doc. Sorry, I'd like to be able to tell you who dicked my little boy here in what order, but the fucking and sucking is kind of a blur.

I remember my own cunt getting used, well, hell, they all knew Pop and Dad and me were, are, cum sluts too, so our assholes got used as a warm place to park a dick while waiting a turn at the baby boy slut who was the main attraction. No cum for us, though. Though, hell, would you choose to cum in an adult, no matter how talented his slutty ass, if the alternative was hot little boy mouth or pussy? Well, uh, not that you would, doc, I mean, sort of a kind of a general kind of "you." A pedo "you." You know?

Anyway, I remember Roger's two high school friends switching off, the two of them fucking one end then switching then back again and so on until they came.

I remember my baby boy's grandfathers doing the same. Sooooo fucking hot, doc, to see two grandpas using their baby cum whore grandson like that. I showed them how he loved to be pissed on, too, so the floor around the fuck beds got a bit messy, but guess the fuck what, doc. Nobody fucking minded. Gee, what a fucking surprise.

I lost track of how many dicks he'd had in his pussy before I decided Davy needed daddy dick and daddy cum. Christ, the feel of a loose baby boy pussy leaking cum while your daddy dick slides in and out, pumping your boy hard like a only daddy can, until you add a fantastic cum load of your own to all the loads of slime pumped up there before you.

Everybody came in my boy twice. Hell, great-grandpa managed three and pissed his mouth. The black teen and Roger managed three cums, too. And through it all, Karim was standing by the door, that huge fucking dick in his hand, jacking his meat and looking frustrated as all hell because he knew there wasn't a snowball's chance in fucking hell I'd let him fuck either end of my boy.

And finally when we were all fucked and sucked and pissed out, and the toilet was a raunchy, reeking mess of man and teen and baby boy piss and sweat and cum and cunt smells, Karim begged me to let him just rest his big dick against my baby boy's hole and jack off. No fucking, he promised, just jacking off.

Fuck, doc, that was such a hot goddamn picture, how could I refuse?

And then the fucking miracle. Karim got on all fours over my little boy, eased his thick, leaking dick head with the large piss slit between Davy's plump little cheeks, rested it against his sloppy boy-hole, and fuck if Davy didn't wriggle back and the cock knob popped in.

I just could not fucking believe it. Neither could anyone else. My fucked out cum slut baby boy whore, laying on his belly covered in cum, covered in piss, had Karim's dick head in his wet, sloppy pussy! Christ! I don't care how many times a pedo had already cum, he'd get hard again at the sight of a seven foot two black teen basketball player, with at least nine ruler straight inches of hard cock, hunched over a tiny white baby boy just a-year-old, with his knob end actually inside the little pussy while he started jacking. Like we all did. It couldn't get any better than that.

Except it did.

Karim started talking. Only not his usual flawless English, fuck, the kid was a damned genius with a full academic scholarship ahead, but street thug talk, nigger talk. Moaning about how hot it was to have even his knob in baby boy pussy. Fuckin' nigger dick in white kiddy cunt. How he was always fucking, shoving his nigger dick in mouth pussies and ass pussies. How no one asked what he really wanted. He looked up from where he'd been staring at the floor, looked at all the men jacking their meat around him, and wondered if anyone might want to fuck them some near virgin nigger pussy, since he hadn't been fucked since his daddy died when he was four.

Well, fuck.

The poor nigger boy. What were all these suddenly horny again men and teens to do but help the nigger out? And we did. While I fucked the nigger basketball star, Pop held little Davy in place and the rest of those waiting their turn at nigger cunt watched and drooled at the sight of Karim slowly and carefully jacking all that nigger meat, never getting more than the wide, wide head into my little baby boy's sloppy boy pussy. When I'd somehow managed another load of cum, I took Pop's place and he took mine. And then I just stayed there while my sore aching dick somehow got hard again, and I got to watch my baby boy being cunt fucked by huge nigger meat, while the nigger was gangbanged by everyone there, until his own nigger pussy was swimming in cum. The baby fucker came in little Davy's tiny pussy about the time the third or fourth man was cumming in Karim's ass. But Karim stayed hard and begged the men to keep on fucking his nigger cum slut ho bitch pussy. They did, and Karim came again about another four dicks later. Poor little Davy's belly was bulging with all the cum in his pussy. Fucking goddamned turn on! Karim was only softening a little by the time everyone had used his nigger ass.

As the young boy's daddy, it was naturally my right to eat out tiny Davy's cum-filled hole. And then I got a very polite "thank you" from Karim. Damn, but that nigger has good manners. No Miss Manners thank-you note the next day, no genteel phone call. He just got hard again and politely fucked my daddy cunt while I was gulping down his nigger cum.

And that was finally fucking that. My baby boy had pulled his first train, but you can be fucking sure it wouldn't be his last. Eventually he was going to be able to be power-fucked by that thick nigger dick. I couldn't wait.

Uh, well, doc, looks like my time is up. Y'know, being able to talk to you about all this, uh, fantasy stuff, is a real help. Glad Pop suggested, well, fuck, he actually insisted, that I come see you. 'n now it's like I've got all three of you, Dad, Pop 'n you, telling me it's okay for me to do this pedo shit. Uh, well, do it in the sense of think about it and jack off to it, of course.

Hey, I guess that mean's there's a new trinity in town...and the trinity's makin' me do it.

Well, jeez, doc, the least you could do is crack a smile. It wasn't all that funny, but still....

Okay, so, well, guess I'll be heading out. Although, y'know, if this was one of the gay sex stories at Perverts 'R Us or one of those other places, the reason you aren't getting up to shake my hand and show me to the door would be because you got so fucking turned on by what I've been doing...uh...doing in my mind, that your pants are a fucking cummy mess.

Oh.

You did. They are.

Jesus, doc! When you cum you cum. And damn, that's nice piece of meat. And you're still hard. Hmmm.

No, no, sit back down. I'm just locking the door. There.

Y'know, come to think of it, you're better off on the couch. Yeah, that's right, doc. Now, spread your legs a little. Good, good.

Well, Christ!, doc, you'd think you hadn't seen a thirteen month old boy naked from the waist down before, with his daddy playing with his little peter and getting it all nice and hard.

Oh.

Well, now you have.

Now, why don't you just unzip and get that hard pedo cock out for us.

Well, fuck, doc! Not you, too. Jesus, you're as bad as that college kid with all his, what, denial, yeah, denial shit. So I guess you're gonna have to fuck a couple of young boys before you admit you're a pedo.

My boy. Three times.

Good fuckin' answer, doc.

Now you just hold him on your belly, right, right, now hold his legs up 'n spread 'em. Good. Now, I've got your dick all lined up with his cunt, so just start sliding him down nice 'n easy.

Naw, no need to worry about lube. Pop fucked him out in the car when he dropped us off. I think the FedEx guy for this building knew what was goin' on, though, from the look on his face when he walked by the car.

Good boy, Davy. Good boy. You've got doc's meat halfway up your hole. Tight, isn't it, doc?

There's plenty of lube up there. Watchin' Pop fuck the little cum slut got me goin', too, so since we were early, I took the kid to the men's room down the hall. The FedEx guy was just...oh, yeah, Davy, you look so good to daddy with your cunt spread and doc with his rod balls deep in your little pussy.

Easy, doc! Not so hard. That's better. Slow and easy strokes. Great.

FedEx?

Oh. Yeah. He was waitin' for an elevator when we got off, and I asked him if he knew where the men's room was. Then the bastard followed us in. I was planning on just getting into a stall...hey, doc, did you know your men's room has glory-holes? Well, hell, should have known the answer to that one the way you're plugging Davy's little cunt. So anyway, I was gonna wait the guy out but he solved that problem. He asked me if "that guy" had really been fucking the kid out in the car.

I was gonna lie, 'cause he could have been an undercover cop or somethin', but he just unzips and whips out this hard, leaking dick. Tells me he's been fucking his boy since he was nearly three, but he's never had kid cunt as young as mine and maybe I'd let him fuck the boy? Well, shit, doc, is my priest pedo or what?

So FedEx guy fucks his little cunt, 'n then I did. So that's why your pubes are getting all messy with the splooge oozing out.

He gave me his card, 'cause he's never shared his boy before, but he's been thinkin' about it, so Pop, 'n Dad and I are goin' over to his place Saturday morning. You think maybe I should tell him to bring the kid in for counseling? You know, FedEx guy in his uniform with his dick in his naked four-year-old's mouth, right here on the couch, and you with your dick out of your pants like now, counseling the little cunt on the best way to take doctor dick up his pussy.

Yeah, doc, that's right, fuck my baby hard. Got his cunt all wet 'n primed. Ram that dick into cum-lubed thirteen-month pussy. Naw, naw, keep on goin', he'll just cum like that over 'n over. Oh yeah, man, fuckin' hot watchin' another man a new man fuckin' my baby's whore cunt. Harder, doc, the cum dump slut can take it. Oh Jesus God 'n Mary I'm gonna cum. Oh fuckshitpisscum, cum in my baby's ass, doc!! Shit fuck Christ I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmminngggggg!!!!

Whew.

Oh. Yeah. Fuck, good idea. Okay. Careful. Ease down. Right. Oh, Christ, doc, watchin' my boy sit on your face while you suck all that cum out has got me hard again.

Well, hell, so are you.

Looks like the Trinity's gonna make us do it again.

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