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Incest Tales 6
It's a Wonderful Life

By DannyR  (MMM/bbb, oral, anal, incest, pedo)
Copyright 2006.  All rights reserved.

Author's Note:  Yes, Virgil, there is a Travis.  No, Virgil, I won't tell 
you how to get in touch with him.  But since an IM "what if" comment on 
March 12th triggered the story, and an IM comment early on the 14th 
triggered some additions, the least I could do is let him be the star.

Author's Reminder:  Don't forget that inquiring authors want to know -- what 
did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, 
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between 
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never 
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things 
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then 
turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that 
we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.

It's a Wonderful Life

I'm a closet pedo.  Thirty-six, fit, shaved head, long talented tongue, and 
a fucking nine inch cock shaped like a torpedo:  narrow cock head that's 
just right to nudge open a man's ass, make him think it's not going to be 
too bad even though by the time we get that far the guy has seen my meat and 
ought to know better, and then it widens so that by the time he's howling 
with half my cock in his ass, his hole is getting spread a little over two 
inches wide.  Yeah, I like fuckin' a good man cunt, 'specially a virgin 
hole.  But what gets me cumming better than fuck is fantasizing about boy 
pussy.  Young boy pussy.  Sometimes I get lucky and find a teen to fuck, a 
slender, almost hairless high schooler who wants to get his cunt plowed with 
man meat.  And while I pleasure his legal-aged hole I imagine it's a toddler 
whose cunt I'm fucking.  A really young toddler.  And if that fuckin' 
offends you, what are you doing reading this anyway?

So anyway, to a couple of Saturdays ago.  When everything changed.

I had some errands to run but went online early to find some new pedo porn 
stories to jack to, but was shit out of luck.  Although I've got plenty to 
re-read.  Then this older guy I know, well, fuck, don't really know him in 
person, just online, anyway, he gets online and we start a nice IM chat.  I 
like to talk to him 'cause he's one of the very few men who can get into the 
really perv pedo fantasies I like.  Middle 60's he says, and no reason to 
lie about that, it's the ones who claim they're young super studs but won't 
provide a pic that are the fuckin' liars.  Anyway.  He doesn't have a 
webcam, but I do, and we wound up having phone sex, with him watching me 
wank while he mostly talked me through a pedo fuck scene involving a two 
year old and his granddad.  Both of us inhaling poppers like it was our last 
chance in this fucking lifetime.  Me with Jungle Juice.  Him with a new 
kind, well, new to me:  Powr PeLet.  Yeah weird ass spelling, but he says 
it's better than JJ.  I came just about the time my jack buddy got "my" cock 
pounding into the two year old's cunt while I sucked "grandpa."  From the 
sounds he was makin' on the speakerphone he had a cum as good as mine.

I cleaned up and threw on some clothes:  trainers (no socks); tight tee with 
the arms ripped off and a hole right over my left tit; loose running shorts. 
A black butt bag for my keys and credit cards. No underwear.  Yeah, it's 
March and supposed to be cold, but the weird ass winter we've been having 
meant it was going to be about 80 that day, so I figured what the fuck.  
Part of the reason for a good cum that morning was the no underwear. My meat 
is long and thick when it's soft, and damn visible if I get hard, so the cum 
was to take the edge off.  Not that I was expecting any problems.  As in a 
reason to get a hardon while I was out.  I was just going to the bank, get 
some gas, drop some mail off (the fucking water department here is the only 
fucking bill I have that I can't pay online!) and then stop off at...well, I 
probably better not say, but here's a hint...it's fucking big and it ain't 
called Lowe's...for a couple of light bulbs and a kit to fix my upstairs 
toilet.

Despite the warm weather, there weren't a lot of customers, at least not 
from the parking lot.  Good.  Meant I could get in and get out easy.  Just 
like I like my fucks.  I got the bulbs, and headed back to plumbing.  And 
that's when I met Doug.  And Danny.  And Randy.  Well, not that I knew their 
names right then.  I was...what do the Brits say?  gob-smacked...when I came 
around the corner and saw them.  There was a man bent over to look at 
something on a low shelf.  A fucking hot stud from the way his frayed jeans 
cutoffs, so faded the blue was almost white, hugged, hell, they fucking 
caressed his hot muscular ass, and tanned, hairy legs, holding onto a baby 
stroller with his left hand, and bracing himself with an equally tanned 
hairy arm on his thigh.  It was the other kid, though, that blew me away.

Three?  Four?  And dressed almost like me.  Trainers without socks on his 
tiny feet.  Slender, tanned legs, smooth and hairless obviously.  A tight 
tee with no sleeves that hugged his upper body.  Curly dark brown hair, a 
little on the long side.  But instead of loose shorts like mine, his were 
skin fucking tight, like daddy had spray painted them on or something.  You 
could see the crack of his plump little ass that bubbled out while the rest 
of him was closer to the skinny side of hot little boy.  And he had his 
fucking hand down the front of his fucking shorts playing with himself!

Couple of things happened real quick right then.  Dad noticed his kid 
playing with himself, turned his head, opened his mouth and said softly, 
sharply, "Danny!  Stop...." saw me, you know, the bald guy in the muscle tee 
with a sudden half hard plumping out the front of my 
why-the-fuck-did-I-pick-these shorts, and immediately changed "playing with 
yourself" to "scratching your balls" and then glanced up at my face and gave 
me one of those man-to-man, what's a guy gonna do, when you gotta scratch, 
you gotta scratch looks.

Very true.  Except the kid wasn't ball scratching.  He was cock pulling.  
And with his hand out of his shorts a really nice piece of boy meat, a 
couple of inches long and pointing up toward his hips, was very, very 
visible.  Of course I've never seen a real kiddy cock before, and 
technically I wasn't seeing one right then.  Just a clear outline, including 
the plump balls below.  Which I somehow managed to drag my eyes away from 
before I got busted for pedo perving a hot little boy in the plumbing 
department of a huge store.

The dad stood up and apparently took in my full body flush.  Yeah, yeah, I'm 
fucking middle-aged, but I'm fair skinned and when I'm turned on, like I was 
that second, though trying to fight it and get out of the store with a 
reasonable amount of dignity and on my own, no cops hauling my ass away, I 
turn fucking red.  Only the kid's father thought it was embarrassment.  
"Danny!  You've embarrassed this man.  Now apologize."

His voice was sharp again, and obviously he expected to be obeyed.  While he 
was talking he turned Danny around so I had a full frontal view of both of 
them, since Danny was standing pretty much in front of his dad's left leg.  
Which left me with a nice shot of the short-sleeved shirt open half to his 
waist, a very hairy chest with muscles for fucking days, and a damned fine 
bulge between his legs.  He dressed right.  And the kid's hardon was still 
there!  Fuck!  I almost groaned since I couldn't stop myself from looking at 
it again.  I barely heard the boy's "I'm sorry, sir," while I debated 
whether I should just turn around and run, or somehow brazen it out.  All 
the while trying to think of things to force my cock down.  Unfortunately, 
my cock was arguing with me big time and it looked like it was going to win, 
so I really needed to get the fuck outa there.  But first I had to find the 
fucking john and whip off a quick load in a stall, beating my meat to images 
of little Danny naked and hard and impaled on my cock.

I could feel my dick starting to grow again, so I just mumbled, "Uh, yeah, 
's okay, kid, no problem.  Uh, excuse me, have to find the john here."  I 
couldn't look at the dad's face right then, though the first glance showed 
rugged good looks, dark curly hair too, a hot 'stache, and nice brown eyes.  
I figured if I made eye contact he'd know what I was thinking, and what part 
of me was doing the thinking.

As I turned away, dad gave me directions.  To the john.  Good.  Great.  
Relief that much faster, and escape right after that.  Fuck the bulbs and 
kit, I'd do that some other time.  I headed to the back of the store, my 
hardon, my fucking goddamned almost-full, embarrass-the-fucking-shit-outa me 
hardon leading the way.  Thank God or whoever the store was so empty right 
then.  The only one I saw was this big black guy, an employee, and I was 
pretty sure he didn't see the hard.

The john was empty.  Three stalls, one handicapped.  Three urinals.  I went 
to the one next to the stall and pulled my shorts down underneath my balls.  
Spit a couple of times on my hand so my meat would be at least a little 
slick before the precum started, shut my eyes and started stroking.  Could 
have gone for the gold right away.  You know, wank fast and furious and get 
your nut as quick as you can.  'cept those kinda cums are almost worse than 
no cum at all.  You don't really feel like you're getting off.  So I gambled 
that I'd have enough time to get a great blowjob from little Danny's sweet 
mouth (well, inside my head), his lips all swollen from me fucking his face, 
before I blew a load into the urinal, flushed it away and got the fuck outa 
Dodge.

Lost the gamble.

My mental Danny was just getting accustomed to having my meat in his throat, 
and I was just placing my hands on the side of his head to start a good face 
fuck when I heard a very young voice say, "He's got a hardon, daddy!"

Shit.  Piss.  FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

I opened my eyes and looked to my right.  And down to the where the voice 
was coming from.  Little Danny.  Real close.  Still staring at my fist 
wrapped around my dick.  I should've just thrust my hips forward to get my 
cock out of his sight, hidden by the urinal, but I was frozen.  The fucking 
door squeaked.  I heard it when I came in.  I figured I'd hear it before 
anyone else came in.  And I fucking didn't.  I was sooooo fucked.

I closed my eyes again and came up with the best I-can-explain-this-away 
speech I could:  "Uh...."

The dad just chuckled.  Gave me that a-man's-gotta-do look (or here, 
a-man's-gotta-jack look) again, and held out his hand.  "I'm Doug."

Whoa.  A middle-aged guy is jacking a damned thick piece of meat in a public 
john, his right hand slick with spit and precum, while a little boy stares 
at the guy's hardon, and the little boy's dad is offering to shake the guy's 
hand?  What the fuck?

Well, fuck him if he can't take a joke.  And to make the joke, on him, 
better, instead of just letting go of my cock, I stroked it full length so a 
long thick load of precum would ooze out and I could catch in all on my 
palm.  Then I held my own hand out.  He didn't flinch or anything.  Just 
grinned and shook my hand.  Nice, firm grip.  Now that we were sort of up 
close and personal I could tell he was about ten years younger than me.

"I'm Doug.  You've met my rude older son, Danny. He's four.  The little one- 
" he gestured to the stroller, "is Randy.  Almost two."  He laughed.  "Well, 
in five months."

He picked Randy up out of the stroller and walked over to the changing 
station, saying, "You can just finish that...or...." He pulled the table 
down from the wall and stood on the other side, facing me with the baby 
laying on his back on the table.  "...or...you could help."

My response was, of course, brilliant.  Another gob-smacked (Jesus, did I 
really just fucking walk into a wall?) look and another clever "uh."

I shut my mouth and just kept staring as he unbuttoned his jeans shorts...so 
fucking hot when a man unbuttons a pair of 501's over a hard dick...and then 
fished out his own meat.  Seven inches or more, I guess.  Not real thick, 
but Christ the fucking head on that meat was huge. Large balls that 
disappeared out of sight while his cock jutted out over the table.  Doug 
kind of reeled me in, I guess, as he quickly took off the toddler's diaper.  
Which sure as fuck didn't look like it needed changing to me.  The naked 
baby was on his back with a plump little pricklet and tiny balls up tight 
against him.  "You want to hold his legs up for me?"

Did I fucking have pedo fantasies?  I avoided another clever noise and 
nodded.  I also didn't jump, well, not much, when I felt Danny's soft little 
hand grip my meat.  He pumped it a little bit and then stopped, and tugged 
my shorts so they were down around my ankles.  I smiled and looked 
down...and got my first look at a naked four-year-old boy.  With a hardon.  
His daddy said, "Danny, you want to help..."

"Uh, Travis, Doug, Travis.  Sorry."

"You want to help Travis with his problem?  Just don't solve the problem 
yet."

"Oh, yes, daddy!"  And with that the kid was sucking my cock.  A 
been-there-done-that-until-I-turned-pro kind of cocksucking.  I managed to 
keep my knees from buckling.  The position was a little awkward, but I was 
able to go on getting my cock sucked while I leaned over the changing table 
and lifted the baby's legs and spread them.

That's when I noticed the bottle of baby oil on the table.  The bottle Doug 
was using to pour onto his right hand.  The right hand that slicked up his 
own cock by running the oily palm from his pubes to his cock head along the 
top, pressing it against the table, and then fisting it for a back stroke.  
He paused and poured some oil into his palm again and got both hands 
covered, then he went back to slow stroking.  While the fucking index finger 
on his fucking left hand wormed it's fucking way into the baby's asshole.

That's when two things hit me.  The first was, oh Christ! he's gonna fuck 
his baby's cunt right here.  The second was, What the fuck do you think 
you're doing here you stupid shit?

A thirty-six year old man is half naked in a public [house] fucking [train 
station] toilet with a four-year-old boy sucking his cock, while he's 
spreading the legs of a naked boy not even two who's getting finger fucked 
by his dad before he gets his baby boy cunt fucked.  Uh-uh.  No way.  Too 
fucking dangerous, I don't care what my fucking fantasies are.  "Uh, look, 
guys.  Hate, I mean really hate to not cum and run, but...."

"Relax, Travis," Doug told me as I started to set the baby's legs down while 
I was pulling my hips back and trying to get my cock out of the 
four-year-old vacuum cleaner it was attached to.  "The manager is my 
brother.  And the assistant manager knows what's going on."

I was too fucking young for a heart attack.  I guess Doug understood my 
stammered "your brother?"

"Fuck, yeah.  Your age.  Middle thirties?"

I nodded, kind of numb, but not too numb to notice the fine knob polishing 
that had resumed down below.  Or the second finger that was starting into 
Randy's tight little pussy.

"Andy's thirty-five.  Three boys.  16, 14 and 13.  Andy let Danny pull a 
train in here last Saturday.  He was the first.  Man, I really get off on 
watching Andy fuck Danny's pussy.  Andy got the rest of our dad's dick--" he 
glanced down at the huge knob end and slender shaft of his dick "thick all 
the way down, and he really does a number on the kid's cunt when he gets 
going.  Danny really likes having his Uncle Andy dick him really hard, don't 
you, boy?"

Danny just sort of grunted and nodded but didn't take his mouth off my 
prick.

"Public sex is so fucking hot, isn't it?"  I just nodded.  There was 
something about the smell of a public toilet that was a real turnon.  
"Actually I like the john in Griffith Park better.  The smell of all that 
piss and cum and sweat and disinfectant.  But Andy keeps this place just 
right."  He inhaled deeply and smiled.

"Yeah, just fucking right.  My nephews got him next.  Fucked him hard at 
both ends, taking turns while we watched, until they each unloaded their 
spooge in his little cunt.  Three more employees.  Man, one of them has got 
this gnarly old cock that just sent Danny in orbit.  'course John didn't get 
to fuck him.  He's still too tight for John's meat.  So he fucked Tom, my 
thirteen-year-old nephew.  Two store customers.  One had his son along.  
Only eight.  Daddy wasn't too happy when we stripped the kid naked and 
taught him all about sucking dick and getting finger fucked, but his daddy 
really couldn't say much since his own meat was buried deep in my little boy 
and he was fucking him really hard.  He said he'd be back after he'd broken 
his boy's pussy in real good.

"And speaking of breaking in pussy....  You want to fuck Danny?"

My legs did buckle at that.  Dropped the baby's ankles and had to grab the 
wall for support.  I'm gonna say no to losing my pedo virginity in a four 
year old's ass cunt?  Yeah, right.  I managed a nod.

"Good.  He's a great cocksucker but an even better boy pussy.  Lift him up 
on the table with his head toward me."  Doug saw my expression and said 
reassuringly, "Don't worry.  Special changing table.  Extra fucking strong."

After convincing the vacuum cleaner to turn off the motor for a while, I 
lifted the naked boy onto the end of the changing table and laid him on his 
back.  Hmmm.  Just the right height for what we're going to do.  Wonder how 
that happened?  Yeah, right.  Doug told me to reach out and hold Randy in 
place, while he walked around to my side of the table, oil bottle in hand.  
He lubed my cock good--a talented hand--and then while Danny held his legs 
up, Doug guided my slick, oozing knob to my first boy cunt.  Since I was 
still making sure Randy was okay, Doug did the honors.  He put his greasy 
hands on Danny's shoulders and pulled him toward me.  Danny shouted and 
quickly cut it off when my knob punched into his cunt.  And then I held 
very, very still so I didn't cum.

Doug walked back around the table and moved little Randy into a position 
like Danny's.  I could see Doug's greasy cock head nudging the lips of that 
impossibly small pussy.  And then, holding his toddler by the waist, he 
pulled the boy toward him and his cunt was suddenly stretched wide around 
his daddy's cock head.  Randy's was more of a howl but Doug clamped a hand 
over his mouth.

"Hush, boy," he said softly, using his right hand to hold the baby's 
shoulders steady while he eased his cock slowly in, ignoring the boy's 
stifled cries beneath his hand, until he was balls deep in the pussy.  "Now, 
Randy, daddy told you it was going to hurt for a while when daddy puts his 
dick in your pussy, or other men do.  But then it starts feeling real good, 
doesn't it, baby slut?  You like man cock sliding in and out of your tight 
cunt, don't you, you little cock whore?"

I just stood there, watching in amazement, as the baby's tears dried and he 
began smiling and gurgling happily after only a couple of strokes from 
Doug's dick.  And the little prick was standing up hard 'n proud.  That 
turned me on even more.  I turned my attention back to my own cock whore.  
Danny's impressive little cock, all two inches, was standing up, too, and he 
was playing with it.  His heels were resting on my chest.

"Fuck him good, Travis.  I was a fool to wait so long to get into his ass.  
This one--" he nodded at the baby impaled on his cock "--is going to be 
turned out right and turned out early.  You can probably use him in six 
months.  No more than a year, though.  Now fuck Danny's kid cunt hard."

Danny smiled up at me.

The smile didn't last very long when I gripped his shoulders to hold him in 
place and started pushing my cock into his cunt.  Like I said, my cock head 
isn't too bad since it's kinda like a slender arrowhead.  By the time two 
inches were inside his hot hole--that's knob and a little shaft--he was 
whimpering, but okay.  At three inches he was moaning and calling his daddy. 
  At almost four, where the width really starts, he was thrashing his head 
back and forth, pounding his fists on the table, and begging me, begging his 
daddy, to pull my cock out.  I would have, of course.  Probably.  Possibly.  
Okay, I'd at least have thought about it before deciding I wanted, needed, 
to have my cock right where it was.  Doug just snapped at him to shut up and 
take it like the cock slut cum whore pig he was.  And reminded him that if 
he wanted to get John's cock in his cunt like he said he did, well, his hole 
had to be prepared.

Great.  Fucking great.  Now I was just a human dildo to get the kiddy cunt 
ready for another cock.

I could live with that.

And then I was all the way in.  Nine inches of thick torpedo, make that 
pedo-torpedo, cock buried in its first boy ass.

"Travis.  This your first boy pussy?"

He couldn't tell?  The oh-fucks, oh-jesus', oh-shits, oh-damns while I was 
working my way into Danny's hole didn't give him a clue?  I gave him my best 
"well, duh" look.  Doug smiled back.

"So.  When you were jacking to the pedo stories you could find at Nifty, and 
yeah, I know all about them...love to read the good pedo stuff while my cock 
is in a boy's mouth or ass...so while you're reading and jacking, what kind 
of a fuck do you fantasize about for your first one?"

I was so horned up I just blurted out the truth.  "Rough.  Hard."

Doug nodded.  "Do it."

Oh fuckjesushitpissdamnfuck.  My first boy cunt fuck, with my cock all the 
way in, while the boy's daddy watches and fucks his own kiddy cunt and tells 
me it's okay to fuck his boy slut rough and hard?  Oh, fucking, yeah.

I started sliding my cock out so I could get a long full stroke for the 
first hard one into the boy's cunt.  That's when the fucking door opened.  
This time I heard the squeak.  This time I had time to panic.  But not for 
long.  The man who came in was the huge black guy I'd noticed earlier.  With 
a name tag saying "John."

Whew.  But I still just held my cock in place, well, almost, I was just sort 
of gently moving my hips back and forth, while I watched him drop the bag he 
was carrying to the floor, with a sort of "clunk" to it, then unbuckle, 
unzip, and peel down a pair of dark grey boxer briefs and let his cock free. 
  Shit.  No wonder Danny needed prepping.  I wasn't even fucking sure my 
cock would be enough prep.

You ever seen the porn pics from tpcproductions.net?  They're in the 
newsgroups.  Couple of black men with HUGE fucking cocks getting sucked off 
by some white men, or just flaunting their meat and their huge cums in a 
series of shots in a car, on a couch, wherever.  That's the kind of meat 
John had.  With a fucking long thick foreskin.  And the cock was right over 
Danny's face.  Danny gave a slight laugh and reached up, and put his tiny 
hand inside the foreskin, making it bulge while he played with John's cock 
head.  And then he pulled his hand out and sucked it clean.  He giggled and 
smacked his lips.

"Y'gonna fuck the boy's pussy hard or are you just gonna...pussy around?" 
John said with a smile.

I just stared for a moment at his magnificent face.  Wide, thick lips spread 
in a grin.  Wide nostrils.  Dark, dark eyes burning with lust.  He leaned 
forward so Danny could play with the tennis balls that served him for balls, 
while his oozing cock laid out over the boy's pale white chest and belly.  
He braced himself with his left hand, put a huge fucking right hand at the 
back of my head and pulled me toward him, softly ordering me to fuck the 
baby slut hard, just before his mouth closed on mine, his lips forced mine 
open, and he began tongue fucking me.

His mouth swallowed my grunt as I rammed my hips forward.  Fortunately, 
Danny's mouth was too busy with black nuts for his cry to be heard. I'd 
always thought I was a damned fine tongue fucker, ass cunt or mouth.  My 
tongue is long and flexible and under my control, and I love eating out 
asses, especially if I'm going to fuck the cunt afterwards.  I wondered if 
John's tongue would give mine lessons.  How much they'd cost.  Whether 
there'd be any clinics to gain practical experience.

I lost myself in the sensations.  I was power-fucking a hot tight baby boy 
slut cunt, four years old, a cum whore whose burning ass walls clamped and 
unclamped on my meat as it slid in and out harder and harder and faster and 
faster.  Tongue fucking with John.  Pulling my head away to watch John 
stroking his meat and leaking a steady faucet stream of sticky precum over 
the boy I was fucking.  Turning our heads, both of us, to watch Doug fucking 
his younger son, not even two years old, a nineteen-month-old baby cunt that 
was now writhing around his daddy's meat.  Little Randy began thrashing 
again in his fourth, fifth, sixth, whatever dry orgasm and it was too much 
for Doug.  He began that "huh-huh-huh" kind of grunt men do when they're 
unloading too much spooge too fast and still enjoying every second of the 
series of spurts that filled the baby's pussy.  Too much for me, too.  I was 
slamming my cock so hard in and out of Danny's pussy I was afraid I'd bruise 
him, and bruise my thighs on the table too, but what the fuck.  And what a 
fuck.  The cum pumped out of me, draining my balls and leaving me with my 
head dropped, my forehead resting on John's shoulder, panting like I'd just 
run the fucking marathon.  Danny was passed out with a smile on his face.

You've noticed that sometimes I'm clueless in Seattle?  When Doug's cock and 
mine were done oozing the last drops of cum into our respective boy cunts, 
and we were sliding them out, I figured we were all done, get our pants on, 
clean the kids up and get the fuck outa here before someone not in the know 
shows up and busts all our asses.

Wrong.

John's grin got even bigger when my cock was all the way out of Danny's 
cunt.  He put his big hand around it, ignoring the oil and cum and ass 
juices, squeezed it and stroked it a little.  My cock has always loved 
admiration.  No difference then.  It stayed nice and hard.

"My turn now," John said.  He let go of my cock.  He'd apparently toed off 
his shoes while tongue fucking me, and now stepped out of his boxers and 
jeans, walked around the table, and nudged me out of the way with his hip. 
He pulled Danny toward him, leaned forward, scooped his small pale body up 
in his big arms, and headed toward the handicapped stall.  "You fuckers 
coming or not?"

No argument from me.  None from Doug.  He picked Randy up, his just-closing 
cunt oozing very thick daddy juice, and put him in the stroller again, with 
a fresh diaper underneath him to catch the cum, but still leave the boy 
naked and his beautiful tiny cock and balls visible.  When we got into the 
stall, stroller and all, John was seated on the toilet, holding Danny by the 
waist as Danny half squatted, his bare beautiful feet resting on John's 
heavy thighs.  The look on Danny's face was a mixture of fear and lust.  
More lust than fear, I thought, though.  Danny was a baby cum slut who 
really wanted this fuck.

And that's what he got.  John's hands were so big they looked like they 
could have wrapped twice around the boy's waist, so the kid was under tight 
control.  Doug stepped close and reached between his son's legs to steady 
John's cock at the oozing opening of Danny's cunt.  Doug bent and his mouth 
swooped down to cover Danny's, letting Danny hang on tight to his forearms 
while the little boy and his daddy swapped spit and tongue.  And Doug 
swallowed Danny's howl when that fat purple cockhead with the enormous 
bunched foreskin behind it, drove hard into his tight pussy.

I was really horny watching the two men work Danny slowly down on the huge 
cock, the boy's tears streaming down his face while he alternated between 
pained whimpers and whines and moans, and pleas to get the cock all the way 
inside him.  My cock was still hard and leaking again.  But another thing 
was making me horny.  Randy's little mouth.  "Hey, Doug, Randy's mouth okay 
to use?"

Doug didn't look up.  "Sure.  He's a good cocksucker though he can't take 
much.  Especially not meat like yours.  Be fucking careful or I'll rip your 
balls off and feed them to you."

Nothing like a daddy's encouragement to mouth fuck his nineteen month old 
kid.  Since John had the only seat in the place and I still wanted to be 
able to watch Danny get his plump white ass fucked by that huge black cock, 
I pulled Randy out of the stroller and sat on the floor, my back braced 
against the front of the stall, my feet flat, legs wide and the naked 
toddler on his knees between them.  I could look up and watch Danny's fuck.  
John could look down at the blowjob I was getting from the baby.  Win-win.

Randy had been trained well.  Of course I had to help him but he eagerly 
bent down and started licking and slurping on the head of my cock.  With the 
narrowness of my cock he got a surprising amount once he opened those 
delicious lips and sucked me in.  I was mesmerized for a few minutes by the 
head bobbing of the toddler and the awesome sensations sizzling through my 
groin.  A boy under two was sucking my cock in a public toilet!  I looked up 
then and couldn't stop the gasp.  Danny was on his back on John's massive 
chest and belly, his legs sort of up and splayed wide.  And every fucking 
monster inch of that wide black cock was buried in the boy's cunt.  Huge 
balls sagging down to the toilet seat.

John began pulling the little cum slut upwards toward his head and the huge 
cock began to pull out while the boy moaned in sheer pleasure, and then 
grunted when it was halfway out and John shoved the kid cunt back down to 
his wiry pubes in one push.  I'd seen black-white fucks before, both 
directions, and always been turned on by them.  None like this.  I couldn't 
help myself.  The sight of that wide-spread four-year-old boy pussy being 
fucked by such big black meat just set me off.  I began spewing my gism into 
Randy's little mouth.  Too much for the little prick sucker to swallow it 
all, but damn he tried.

When I was done and as I pulled the baby off my dick, I saw that John had 
established a nice steady fuck rhythm that sent Danny into a whimpering cum 
just then.  I got up on somewhat unsteady legs.  Hey, I'd just cum into my 
first boy cunt and my first baby boy mouth.  I put the boy back into the 
stroller and turned again to the fuckers in front of me.

And I was still fucking horny.  Another load was churning in my balls.  When 
I was turned on like this I was good for three, sometimes even four cums in 
fairly close succession, though perhaps not as close as these were.  But 
still....  Maybe Doug would let me fuck his ass while he helped Danny get 
fucked in the pussy.  Or maybe....

Fuck, yeah!

"Doug.  You've got Danny's mouth pussy well trained, don't you?"

He turned his head to look at me, and then down to my still rampant, still 
leaking cock.  "Jesus fuck, man, don't you ever get soft?"

"Not fuckin' likely when I'm getting in a bunch of pedo fucks.  I'm makin' 
up for lost time.  So is it okay?"

"Danny?"  He had to say the boy's name again twice before Danny's attention 
could be dragged away from the sensations rippling through his pussy as 
John's fuck got even more energetic.  "You want to sit up on John's lap and 
suck off Travis while John fucks your slut ass?"

Danny's "sure" was eager.

John had a different idea.  And a different position.  Within a couple of 
minutes Danny was face down in sort of "mid-air."  His hands were braced on 
me, his daddy was supporting a lot of his weight and John was behind him 
with that heavy black meat buried in the little pussy, while in front of him 
my own torpedo cock was buried in his throat.  The little slut was in 
heaven.  An awkward position for all of us, but that was part of the fun.  
John and I set up a rhythm to our ass and throat fucking.  Not too fast 
given the way we were standing, but enough that with Doug managing to fondle 
Danny's hard prick while we double fucked him, Danny went through five dry 
cums, each one more violent than the last, each one carrying John and me 
closer to incredible cums, until he hit number six like he'd been fucking 
shot with electric wires.  His pussy muscles clamped and released John's 
cock, his throat muscles did the same with my prick and suddenly the boy was 
getting filled with thick, salty man cum from both ends.

Danny sucked off his daddy and cleaned my cock and John's and then we 
started getting dressed.  Which was, of course, when the door creaked open 
again.  Without turning his head, John--his employee vest clearly 
identifying him and his bulk pretty much, though not completely, hiding the 
rest of us--said, "Hey, man, can't you read?  The signs say this toilet is 
closed for repairs."

The man who was just inside the closed door sort of gave a half laugh.  
"Well, it was the same way last week.  I thought maybe there'd be an 
exception again."  He moved forward into the brighter lights of the toilet 
area.  He was accompanied by a young boy, maybe eight, and barely dressed.  
The boy's eyes widened when he saw us.  Sure, we were pretty much dressed, 
but not quite.  And there was a definite smell of cum in the air.  Then I 
noticed Doug's eyes light up.

The father put his hand on his son's shoulder.  "This is Bobby.  He's eight. 
  He said he wanted to get fucked today by some of the men who taught him 
sex last week.  I can vouch for his being a good fuck."  The grin on the 
father's face was huge.  "Any takers?"

We all started undressing again.  That's when the father noticed the 
stroller.  And the naked baby with the tiny hardon seated in it.  "Who's 
that?"

Doug smiled at the tent in the man's shorts.  "Randy.  Nineteen months.  
Want to fuck him?"

It was the new father's turn to do the gob-smacked routine.  "You're 
kidding."

"Probably not.  Let me see your meat, and I'll let you know if the offer is 
serious."

The father practically ripped his shorts off.  An uncut cock just beginning 
to ooze precum.  Definitely hard.  Probably a little over six inches.  
Thick, but not too thick.  Doug nodded.  Then said, "You okay with your boy 
pulling a train?  Not a long one.  Just the three stranger cocks in the 
toilet, and maybe daddy's if you're up to another cum after filling Randy's 
cunt.  Danny's a little worn out, but he can suck your boy while he gets 
fucked.  Deal?"

"Fuckin' right."

I spoke up then, eyeing the newcomer's taut ass.  "Eight years old for 
nineteen months is pretty good, but don't ya think he ought to give up a 
little more?"

"Like what?" he almost snapped.

I just smiled, stepped closer and caressed his butt cheeks while a finger 
slid into his crack.  "Like your ass."

What I expected was outrage or fear or something other than what I got.  
Which was a big smile.  "Damn! but it's been a while since I've had anything 
in my ass other than shit or a dildo.  Fuck, yeah."

So that's what we did.  All of us helped the new guy (Robert) fuck little 
Randy, playing with his tits, his ass, his balls, his cunt, fucking his 
mouth, sucking his ass, and when he'd emptied himself in round one, we put 
father and son side by side on all fours on the floor while the three of us 
took turns mounting them.  Robert got to suck and finger fuck Randy to 
several cums; Bobby got to do the same for Danny.  John came in both their 
asses.  So did Doug.  So did I, though my final cum for the day in Robert's 
man cunt wasn't anywhere close to being as big a load as the first one.

Only it wasn't.  A final cum, that is.  While three men and three little 
boys were panting on the floor of the toilet, John walked back around the 
changing table, picked up the bag that had clunked, brought it back, 
squatted down so his huge fuckin' balls were almost touching the floor, 
opened.  And pulled out...a dildo.  And a huge ass drill.  What the fuck?

Then I understood.  Oh sweet fucking Jesus.  I know I'm a great cummer.  I 
jack to pedo porn so much I have to be, but even I have limits for the 
amount of times I can actually dredge up cum from my balls in a short time.  
I'd reached my fucking limit.  And here John was gonna torture me with 
something I couldn't rise to the occasion for.  FUCK!!!

John smiled and then got this evil, 
hey-little-boy-you-want-a-caaaaaaandy-bar look on his face as he attached 
the thick dildo to the drill and watched the wide eyes of Danny and little 
Bobby.  Both of whom had hard little cocks again.  Both of whom laid on 
their backs on the oily, sweaty, cum-stained, filthy floor real fast when 
John gestured.  Lifted their legs, too, exposing the swollen, red, 
cum-oozing cunts that had been so well used.

John got comfortable on the floor.  The three of us sat cross-legged around 
the two boys so we could watch, Doug holding Randy.  And four man cocks 
miraculously got hard. Thank you Jesus!...well, what the fuck...if football 
players can thank Jesus or God or whoever for a touchdown, he can certainly 
be thanked for a hardon.  We started stroking while those huge black hands 
gently maneuvered the rapidly vibrating dildo into place and up Bobby's 
hole.  We stroked faster while he set up a steadily increasing pace in the 
kid's cunt until the boy was writhing through multiple dry cums and barely 
managing to keep quiet about it.  When he was a quivering wreck, John yanked 
the dildo out and shifted over to Danny.  Who took it like the champ he was.

I sure didn't begrudge the fact Doug had stopped jacking and opted for 
impaling baby boy cunt on his cock again.  I was too turned on watching the 
other dad manhandle his limp, exhausted son onto his belly on the dirty 
floor and shove his own meat deep in his kid's cunt and start pumping.  Too 
turned on watching Danny go through even more kiddy cums from the buzzing 
dildo ramming in and out of his pussy, until he too collapsed.  Too amazed 
when Doug and John both gestured toward Danny as the still-vibrating dildo 
was pulled out of the boy's hole.

Fucking hell.  My turn.  Tiny boy body, belly down on the toilet floor.  Big 
pedo cock shoving in his hot juiced up cunt.  Fuck pushups over the little 
kid while I looked at Doug moving little Randy up and down his daddy's cock. 
  Looked at the dad next to me frantically fucking his boy's pussy.  Thought 
I'd have to figure out a way to thank John for this.

'cept John figured out the thank you.  The vibrating dildo was suddenly at 
my hole.  Now don't get me wrong, I've been fucked before.  Just not fucking 
often.  I'm a goddamned top.  And I'll be fucked if I'm gonna be fucked!  
And then I was. Fucked, that is.  Dildo-fucked as he shoved that thing up my 
ass.  I'm not into fucking pain, so I would have shouted real fucking loud, 
probably brought the store security rushing in, except John was a man who 
thought ahead.  A guy getting a very rapidly vibrating dildo shoved up his 
near cherry ass...hard!...can't scream very loud if his mouth and throat are 
full of very large, greasy black meat.

Yeah, John and me were all twisted around so I could keep on fucking Danny's 
hot little cunt, with eager help from Danny now, and I was probably going to 
be sore as fuck tomorrow, but what the fuck.

A man's gotta fuck who a man's gotta fuck.

And fuck we did until I managed to unload unexpected cum in Danny's pussy 
while my whole body was tingling and vibrating from the mix of dildo in my 
own ass, hot salty cum from a wide black cock spewing down my throat, my own 
cock tightly wrapped by four-year-old boy pussy, and the knowledge that two 
pedo daddies were right by me ramming their cocks deep and fast in baby 
cunt, kid cunt and shooting cum right along with me.

It probably took us fifteen minutes to recover enough to start getting 
dressed.  I got some funny looks as I walked...aw fuck, practically 
staggered...to the front out and out again.  Fuck 'em if they can't take a 
joke.  And I was too wiped for my cock to even twitch when I passed three 
black teens in their backward caps and baggy, fall-off-the-ass jeans and one 
of them took in my dirty tee and shorts, the cum stains, and my expression, 
and with a wide, thick-lipped grin, grabbed his crotch while he stared at me 
and shook a clearly hefty piece of meat.

Have I mentioned that that's my favorite store to shop at?  I've become a 
regular there.

Oh...almost forgot.  The black teen?  I think the stud thought he was 
getting into my ass when we met a week later.  Soooo fucking not.  But he 
did manage to enjoy himself bent over the changing table with my meat 
plowing his no longer virgin teen cunt.  He must have been enjoying it, the 
way he was moaning and grabbing hard on the edge of the table and begging me 
to fuck his cunt, his pussy, harder, to breed his black bitch ass.  And then 
he got real quiet. Of course that could have been because he was sucking 
Doug's cock.  And then he got noisy again with grunts and writhing and moans 
around Doug's meat.  Of course that could have been because Danny was under 
the table imitating a vacuum cleaner again.

When we were all done and outside the toilet, he stopped me and asked real 
softly, not looking me in the eyes, whether we could get together 
again...and the tone of voice said so he could be fucked.  Like I'm gonna 
turn down tight black teen ass.  He's coming over next Wednesday after 
school.  With his younger brother.  Five.  A virgin.

Damn, it's a wonderful life.

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