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ANOTHER MIKE THE SOCCER COACH
Part 8:  A Tale of Two Cherries 2

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  MM, MM/b, t/b, M/t/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo


DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.
Never will.  And any-one 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.


Part 8:  A Tale of Two Cherries 2


It was the worst of times.

Okay, maybe not the *actual* worst.  After all, he wasn't about to pay
a friendly visit to the neighborhood guillotine, and wave at Madame
LaFarge, sit-ting below with her knitting basket while waiting for the
Queen of Hearts to yell, "Off with his head!"  But still, mixed
whatever or not, Mike felt a little bit like sulking.  Actually, he
felt a lot like sulking.

To help with his sulking he slowly pulled his still-mostly-hard cock
out of the freshly-fucked asshole of young Andy, his son's 10-year-old
best friend.  The boy was still quivering a little from a very large
dry cum.  Mike lowered the boy's legs to the bed from their
to-the-chest, spread-'em-wide position, and then flopped down on his
back beside him.  He lightly stroked his cock, enjoying the slimy feel
of lube, cum and ass juices.  He was really horny, and in the mood for
a mini-orgy.  Fuck, maybe even a major orgy.  And no one was available
except Andy.

Jimmy, Mike's 10-year-old slut son, was gone with his mother to visit
his grand-parents.  Mike had no problem with Ted, his father-in-law.
He was actually kind of hot and Mike wondered just a little bit what
he'd be like in bed, especially with his grandson.  But then there was
Marie, his mother-in-law.  They hated each other's guts.  Always had,
always would.  And she'd *really* have his guts for garters if she had
any idea how many times her loathed son-in-law's cock had been shoved
up the cunt of her precious grandson, or down his throat.  Or how many
other men had been in both places.  So except for holidays when they
were forced to be moderately nice to each other, Mike stayed away from
family visits.

Little Chris, a stellar nine-year-old fuck, was also MIA.  His father
had been really pissed about the kid staying out all night last
Friday.  Mr. Johnson thought his son had been with Mike's family
without asking permission for a sleep-over first, although he'd been
on the West Coast and hadn't bothered to ask to talk to his son when
he called home briefly that day.  Chris had actually been having his
own private orgy with Father Sean, who dropped him off at Mike's place
*very* early Saturday morning, pretty much the worse for wear, walking
a little funny, cum leaking from his used hole and staining his
shorts, but with a huge grin on his face.  He stopped grinning when
his father came by to pick him up.

As young as he was, Chris was both aggressive and persuasive and
usually managed to get what he wanted.  This time, though, his father
had been an immovable ob-ject, and Chris unfortunately couldn't make
use of his irresistible forces:  his hot tight boy-cunt, and his
deep-throating mouth cunt.  He was grounded for two weeks, and his
father had pulled him out of Jackson Elementary and put him into St.
Pius Elementary so he could get some discipline.  Not exactly
punishment for Chris, though, since it would put him in close
proximity to Father Sean, and any other pedo priests or teachers who
might be lurking around.  But definite pun-ishment for Mike, since it
deprived him of another boy today.

Father Sean wasn't available, either.  John, the soccer coach, and
little Josh, of the plump sucking mouth and plump little buns with the
delicious hole inside, were out of town.  Joseph, the accountant for
the dio-something, whatever the fuck the Catholics called the group of
churches in the city and suburbs, was starting an audit there.  Mike
grinned.  He'd love to have Joseph auditing his hole with that
ten-inch black cock, and then turning around and taking a long slow
audit of Joseph's very experienced man cunt.  Instead, between
crunching numbers, Joseph was probably auditing the damned bishop,
*and* the bishop's driver.  Again.

Just when he'd learned he could be a pedo *and* a fag who liked to
fuck and suck with men as well, here he was, all depraved and very
deprived.  He stifled a sigh.  Oh, well, at least he had Andy's cunt.
And he was just about hard enough for another fuck.

Except Andy wasn't laying beside him any more.  Andy was beside the
bed, licking off his fingers and palm, and digging once more up his
butt to get more cum and ass juices out.  He finished a second round
of licking and then bent over to pick up his clothes.  Mike admired
the brown puckered ring that practically shouted it had been fucked
hard just a little while ago, and then it hit him.  Andy was getting
dressed and leaving.  "Uh, where to, kiddo?"

"Sorry, Mike, but my dad said we're going swimming this afternoon. Mom
and my sisters are at the beauty parlor followed by shopping the rest
of the day for Jane's wedding shit.  So dad has decided we gotta do
this father-son bonding crap.  I mean, I like my dad, but damn, with
Chris gone, and Jimmy gone, I wanted to spend some time getting sex
with you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  Listen, you got time for a blowjob
before you go?"

Andy grinned slyly.  "Y'hard already?"

"Not me, dummy, you.  Drop 'em, kid."  Andy pushed his jeans down to
his ankles, while Mike got off the bed and down on the floor.  "Damn,
but I love it when little boys go commando."  He quickly slicked up
two fingers in his mouth, shoved them up inside the kid's shitter, and
then engulfed the hard little cock and hairless balls in his mouth.
Over the past couple of years sexing his son and Andy, Mike had become
a very experienced boy sucker.  It didn't take more than a minute of
working the kid's prostate gland and vacuum sucking his cock-let,
before Andy started whimpering and then finally gave a soft cry and
shud-dered into another dry release.  Mike eased his fingers out of
the boy's hole, and then grabbed a soft towel to wipe him up front and
back, and pull up his jeans, carefully tucking the precious prick and
balls inside.

From the way Andy glanced at his watch, Mike knew there wasn't a
chance of get-ting sucked off in return.  Okay, time to start the sulk
- and get used to using just his hand to get off.  Jesus but the rest
of the day, hell, the fucking weekend, was going to be a bore.  Too
bad he didn't have a nice virgin in sight, to seduce into giving up
his cherry.  Mike had taken his kid's mouth cherry first and then
several years later - and damn but he now felt like a fool for waiting
- his kid's anal cherry.  He'd done the same with Andy.  Chris claimed
his mouth and butt were cherry, the first time Mike got in them, but
Mike had never been quite certain.  

"Okay, Andy, I guess you have to go.  I can take care of this."  He
gestured to-ward his again-stiff and leaking hardon.  He tousled the
boy's hair with affec-tion, and then checked the room again.  Nope,
still no lurking virgins.  As the boy headed out the bedroom door and
down the hall, Mike sighed.  He had no idea why the idea of virgin
male cunt had taken hold of him, but hell, it didn't even have to be a
little boy.  Sure.  He'd take a virgin man cunt and plow it full of
hard meat.  Only, where to - .

"Hey, Andy!" he shouted.  "Wait up!"  He hurried out of the room, down
the hall and steps.  If a neighbor happened to look in through the
large, open windows and see a naked middle-aged man with a stiff cock
running through his own home, well, fuck 'em and their horses, too. He
caught up with Andy as he was just about to open the back door.
"Where're you guys going to swim?"

Andy looked yearningly at Mike's thrusting meat.  He stretched out his
hand and with a fingertip scooped up a couple of drops of precum, and
sucked his finger clean.  He tore his gaze away from the cock and
looked up.  "Uh, Jackson pool."

Of course.  Everything in this part of town was named for old man
Jackson.  Mike dropped to his knees, and held Andy's face gently.
"Remember when Coach John asked you if you'd ever done anything with
your dad?  Like we do?"

The boy nodded.  "And you said you'd like to?"

Andy's eyes lit up.   "Oh, yeah!" he breathed.  "My dad is so hot!"

That's not exactly how Mike would have described Paul Hamilton, but
hey, his son was obviously biased.  He carefully didn't think that his
own son's enthusiasm for his dad's body, especially his cock and
balls, might be equally biased and equally based on a vision of
not-quite-reality.  "You ever see him naked?"

"Yeah.  All the time.  Well, at least when mom and my sisters aren't
around.  He says it's just us men around so it's no big deal.  But we
have to cover up when girls are around."

Hmmm.  "What about with a hardon?"

Andy looked embarrassed.  "Uh, well, yeah, once.  I don't think he
knew I was home.  He left the bathroom door kind of open and I saw him
sitting on the stool, jacking off.  My dad really cums a lot.  Even
more than you, Mike.  And he caught most of it in his hand and licked
it up.  He even reached down and scooped up some that dripped on the
floor and slurped it off his finger.  I was soooo stiff right then it
hurt.  But I knew he'd be mad if he knew I saw him do-ing that, so I
tiptoed away, and then went downstairs and pretended I just got home."

"And you've been swimming with your dad before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, lots.  Years 'n years."

"And when you get naked, to get into your trunks or out of them, you
ever see him checking you out?  You know, like I do you and the other
boys in the locker room after soccer practice?"

Andy shook his head again.  Then he shrugged and gave a little smile.
"Well, I was always trying to see *his* dick, so I wasn't looking up
that high."

Mike chuckled.  "So what if we see today if he'd like to sex his boy,
and maybe let me watch?"

Andy looked right at Mike's face with a huge smile, which was a big
change be-cause usually if there was a hard cock in sight he was
staring avidly at just that and nothing else, and licking his lips.
"Could we, Mike?  Really?"

"Well, we'll have to be real careful.  He could get really, really mad
if he's not interested.  And then I'd be in deep shit."

"I know, Mike, but I wouldn't tell, honest.  I haven't all this time,
have I?"

Mike reassured the boy that he was trusted.  But he also thought -
okay, so maybe the fuck it *was* just a stiff dick wanting to get off
with a virgin type of thinking - that maybe, just maybe, Paul might be
into the scene after all.  Mike's very own virgin pedo daddy.  "Okay,
Andy, here's what we'll do.  You go on home, and see if you can stall
your dad for just a little while."

Mike looked outside and noticed that some grey clouds were forming up
in the east.  Shit.  If it rained, Paul wouldn't go to the pool. "I'll
get dressed, grab my swim gear and try to get to the pool first. And
if your dad says some-thing about canceling because it might rain,
just give him your sad little puppy-dog look - you know, the one gets
me up your cunt faster than almost any-thing else - and persuade him
how much you want to spend time with him, and how you can always leave
the pool if it starts to rain."

Andy nodded and ran out the door, leaving it to bang shut behind him.
Mike de-bated taking a quick shower, at least to clean the smell of
cum and sex off him, and then decided he didn't have the time.  He
pulled on a jock, a pair of cut-off jeans, sandals, a tee, grabbed a
couple of towels and his new Speedos - so okay, he had a bit of a
belly but it wasn't that bad, and the Speedos made his cock bulge look
nice - and then made a quick circuit of the house to be sure
everything was locked.  The pool was less than a mile away, and he
wasn't really speeding, well, not very much.  It felt like one of
those short-haul trips where the plane goes up at a steep angle, hits
the point of the top of the triangle, then steeply down again to land
and suddenly you're there.

Three, no, four cars in the lot, and two pulled out as he found a
place to park - a *really* easy feat - near the front door.  The
entrance and changing rooms were in a two-story building, although
he'd never known what the second story was for, and the three pools
were out back:  a small wading pool for very little children, the
largest pool which wasn't much more than seven feet deep at the far
end, which was for swimming and in-pool horse play, and then a
mid-sized square pool with deep water, two diving boards and a
multi-level diving plat-form.

Mike paid his dollar fee - old man Jackson had set up a *well*-endowed
trust fund to keep the park and pool operating - and went inside.  The
changing room was empty, and as usual the smell of lockers and
chlorine and general damp, and even a hint of wet, naked men, clutched
at Mike's belly and made him quiver.  The combined smell didn't get
him instantly hard like the way it happened when he inhaled in a
t-room that was primarily used for sex, but it was still a turn-on.

He went to a bench in front of a row of tall lockers that were
directly visible from the entrance.  Checking over his shoulder first,
he moved the bench just a bit closer to the lockers, opened the doors
on three adjacent ones in the mid-dle, and then two more so it looked
like five doors had been left open at ran-dom.  He put his towel in
the right-hand of the three center lockers, and then sat down in front
of the middle one.

Now all he could do was hope that Andy would be smart enough to pick
up on the cue and get his dad to use the lockers by Mike, instead of
elsewhere in the row, or worse yet, elsewhere in the room and out of
sight, since Mike couldn't really suddenly change lockers.  He hadn't
squeezed his aching cock more than a couple of times, though, when he
heard Andy's voice yell from behind him, in a remarka-bly convincing
tone of surprise, "Hey, dad!  Look, it's Mike!"

Damn but Andy was good.  Mike looked over his shoulder with what he
felt was a fairly decent half-surprised, half-welcoming expression on
his face.  "Hey, Andy, Paul.  Decided to get a great tan today, did
you?"

"Yeah, right," Andy said right after he sped over, gave Mike a quick
hug and plopped down on the bench on Mike's left.  What with looking
at Andy during the brief hug, Mike missed the slightly pained
expression on Paul's face at the af-fection between his son and the
father of his son's best friend.

Paul really wished Andy would be that affectionate with him.  But he
couldn't risk being too close to Andy.  Too dangerous.  And with that
open locker to Mike's right that meant he wouldn't have to undress
right next to his kid.  Thanks for being here, Mike.  You just solved
a problem.  

Paul sat down to Mike's right and dropped his bag on the floor. "Okay,
guys, let's get in some pool time before the storm hits."  Mike and
Andy nodded their agreement.  Good.  A quick change without too much
eye contact, or with luck, none at all and then they'd be in the pool.

It didn't quite work out that way.

Andy put his foot up on the bench, turning slightly toward Mike, and
began fid-dling with an apparently tangled knot in the laces on his
trainers.  It was, of course, pure chance that his shorts were very
short, very loose, and anyone who chose to look could see all of his
soft prick and tight little balls.  It was also, of course, very
difficult to keep from getting hard when the goal was sex with his
daddy.

At the same time, Mike pulled his tee over his head, tossed it into
the middle locker, and then toed off his sandals one at a time,
dropping them in the bottom of the locker.  Paul had bent over to
untie his own laces and looked to his left just as Mike leaned back to
kick the second trainer into the locker. Paul's eyes helplessly slid
past Mike's slightly hairy chest, a rounded belly that was kind
of...no, goddamnit, it wasn't sexy, he gave that up a long time
ago...and then across, and well shit! - straight up his son's shorts
to that beautiful, beauti-ful prick and balls.  Christ, he hadn't seen
his son's package in years, and it sure as hell looked a lot bigger
than he remembered his own dick being when he had been just ten.

Then the view was blocked as Mike sat upright.  Paul focused on
untying his own shoelace.  Paul's problem, though, was that Mike stood
up, skinned his shorts down to his ankles to show a well-worn jock,
and then Mike kicked the shorts in the air with one foot and caught
them with his left hand.  He turned a little bit to his left and with
a partial squat, leaned toward his gym bag, which was on the floor and
just beyond Andy.  Mike rested his left hand on Andy's left thigh with
a murmured, " 'scuse, kiddo," dropped the shorts in his bag and
started rummaging around for something.

Paul didn't know where to look.  Well, hell, of course he knew where
to look - anywhere but to his left.  That just wasn't working.  There
was still that money shot of his boy's precious tackle, and then there
was Mike's hairy butt, sharply outlined by the jock straps.  It was
practically in his face, all he'd have to do was lean a little bit
forward and he could bury his nose and mouth in that crack.  He held
himself in place, shut his eyes on temptation, and then made the
mistake of inhaling.  Christ!  There was nothing that turned him on
more than the raw smell of a man, even though he hadn't smelled it for
at least ten years, except when he fingered his own asshole after
getting all sweaty for a day, or ran his fingers through his pubes and
then sniffed them.

He couldn't help himself.  He opened his eyes just as Mike, without
any dis-cernible self-consciousness, reached back with his left hand,
pulled on his butt-cheek, and rubbed his asshole like he was rubbing
an itch.  And there was something about that hole.  It was dark brown.
And it looked, well, used.  And not by something coming out. Something
going *in* instead.  Frequently.

Paul pulled back as Mike stood up and stretched.  Then Mike did a sort
of strip-tease, as he wiggled out of his jock without looking at
father or son, and then lifted the jock with his right foot, grabbed
it with his left hand and then re-peated the whole squat, bend, show
the hairy asshole to the nice man next to you routine.  All that was
missing was rub-the-ass-pucker time.  Paul inhaled again and just
barely kept himself from moaning.  Goddamnit.  He wasn't going to
em-barrass himself in front of his kid.  Or another father who
couldn't have any fucking idea what he was doing to Paul.

Mike didn't have any idea, of course, but he sure as hell knew what he
*hoped* he was doing to Paul.  So he kept right on going.  Completely
naked now, with his cock nicely plumped up, he turned to his right and
thanks to moving the benches earlier, had to straddle Paul's legs to
stretch his left arm up to grab at the towel in the shelf at the top
of the right-hand locker.  Naturally he apologized for forgetting that
he had put his towel in the wrong locker.

Still straddling Paul's legs, with his crotch virtually in Paul's
face, Mike raised the towel with both hands and vigorously toweled his
hair, which made his cock flip back and forth and plump up to
half-hard.  He glanced down.  Paul was staring straight at Mike's
crotch and further down Mike could see a nice bulge developing between
Paul's thighs.

Paul couldn't help himself.  He inhaled deeply through his nose,
basking in the raw smells coming from his neighbor's crotch.  The
familiar scent of a man's sweaty cock and balls.  The smell of cum.
The smell of asshole.  Paul almost let his mouth drop open in shock.
He sniffed again to be sure, oblivious to the fact that Mike and his
own little boy might be watching what he was doing.  Yeah.  Mike's
dick had been up an asshole and not all that long ago.  He put his
hands between his legs and squeezed his aching prick.  He was bent
over.  Mike wasn't going to notice.

Of course Mike did.  Okay.  So Paul was at least turned on by man
cock.  Now to find out if kid cock did it for him, or especially, the
cunt of a young boy.  His very own son.  Mike moved so he was standing
with his back to the center locker.  Paul had an unobstructed view of
both Mike and Andy.  Mike made sure Paul saw him look at Paul's hardon
and then up to Paul's face.  "Nice hard there, guy," he said in a
surprisingly believable we're-all-men-it-just-happens tone.

Paul glared up at him and made to cover his crotch, but realized he'd
draw even more attention to it if he did.  Christ.  He had a fucking
hardon in front of his own kid.  Jesus, what a pervert he was.

"Well, you gonna change or what?" Mike asked.  "You're the one pushing
for pool time before the storm."  Paul visibly hesitated.  "Oh, hell,
man, you've got a damned hardon.  So what?  Shit happens.  Here, now I
do, too, so you're not alone.  So you wanna get a move on?"

Paul's mouth did drop open this time when Mike suited deed to words
and with a few quick strokes his nice 7-inch prick was standing out
from his body with a slight upward angle.  Paul looked over at Andy,
trying to figure a way to ex-plain away the boy's undoubted shock and
disgust.  Instead he found his precious little boy with a naked chest,
shorts on the floor and a stiff little dick of his very own.  Instead
of being disgusted, Andy was grinning.

"Jeez, dad.  I know about stiffies.  Sex ed.  Remember?"  Paul nodded.
"Okay, so can we go swimming or what?"

Paul nodded again, and in a trance quickly got rid of his own trainers
and socks, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, just letting it
drop, and then stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to
the floor, along with his tighty-whities - which had a noticeable
precum stain on them.  He stepped out of his clothes and stood naked
in front of his locker.  Christ.  He was naked and hard in a public
locker room where anyone could come in, with a naked hard neighbor
dad, and his own naked little boy with his own stiff little dick. This
was fucking sick.  

Not quite conscious of what he was doing, Paul put his hand to his own
cock. Mike liked what he saw.  Paul was about five-eight, 170-plus
pounds, balding rapidly, a round face, small rimless glasses, the
start of noticeable tits, but with big nips, hairy between his tits
with a narrow treasure trail leading down his torso, past the distinct
love handles and down to dark curly pubes.  His cock was six, maybe
six and a half inches.  Not too thick, not too thin.  Just right for
fucking a young boy's mouth or ass.  Now to find out if he might be
interested in doing just that.  "Hey, kiddo, got your suit?"

"Sure, Mike," Andy said.  "Right here."  With that, Andy turned around
toward his own gym bag.  With his back to his dad and his
fucker-friend, Andy balanced himself with his left hand on the bench,
and then with his legs spread a little wide and a slight squat, he
bent over as if he was looking for his Speedos.  Which naturally left
his recently-fucked asshole very visible, and left him in a
close-to-doggy-fuck position, in case anyone was interested in getting
him all the way there.

Paul couldn't help himself, he just blurted out, "Christ, Andy, what's
wrong with your asshole?"

Andy looked over his left shoulder, as if he could somehow see his own
hole.  "Nothing, dad.  What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"  Paul's voice got louder.  "What's fucking wrong?"  He
got a grip and tried to think of what to say.  Instead of the tight,
rosy-pink little pucker he would have expected his son's asshole to
look like if he'd ever thought about inspecting it, and he hadn't,
goddamnit, or at least, not very fucking much, it was a kind of dark
brown/purple.  And open just a bit. And opening a bit wider, relaxing,
and then clenching again, as white liquid oozed out of the hole's
center and started to slide down the boy's perineum towards his balls.

Without thinking it through first, Paul bent over, still with his hand
on his own leaking cock, and with his forefinger scooped up the
liquid, pausing for only a moment on that not-so-tight hole.  He
straightened, sniffed his finger, licked it clean, and said "Cum."
Then he realized where he was and what the fuck he'd just done.  Okay.
So, well, fuck it.  He was still the boy's father, and he still had
the right to know who'd just raped his angel.  Mike.  It had to be
Mike.  Andy spent so damned much time over there.

Paul turned a furious glare on Mike, raised a clenched fist.  "You
just fucking raped my little boy and then you brought him here to make
sure I knew?  You fucking goddamned pedo pervert!"

"No, daddy," little Andy said, grabbing hold of his father's left
hand.  "He didn't rape me.  He fucked my cunt really good.  I like it
when he and the oth-ers fuck me."

Mike?  Others?  Paul dropped back to the bench, completely unaware
that he was still harder than he'd been in years.  He had to get a
grip on this.  Not his cock, but the situation with his boy.  "How - "
He gulped.  "H-how long?"

"I got to suck his dick on my seventh birthday," Andy said proudly.
"Jimmy helped.  'n Mike said I was a natural cocksucker."

"Three years?"  He glared up at Mike, carefully avoiding noticing that
Mike's prick was still hard and now leaking thick precum.  "You've
been having my lit-tle boy suck you off and fuck his little ass for
three godammn fucking *years*?"

"Oh, no, daddy.  He didn't fuck me 'n Jimmy until right before we were
ten.  We wanted him to earlier, but he wouldn't."  

Andy used his left hand to stroke Mike's hairy thigh.  He grinned up
at Paul.  "Mike's a natural cocksucker, too, daddy.  He makes me feel
real good. 'course I can't cum like he does, but you cum better than
Mike, daddy!"

Andy clamped his mouth shut and did a full-body blush.  His father's
expression told him he'd better explain himself and pretty damn quick.
"Honest, daddy, it was just that one time.  You didn't hear me come
home, and you were sitting on the toilet jacking off, and I couldn't
help, you looked so hot, and you kept on jacking your dick and, and,
and then you shot cum in your hand - oh, daddy, there was *so* much
cum, nobody cums like you - and you licked it up and you even picked
up the cum on the floor and licked that, too.

"I, well, I was scared you'd be mad if you knew I watched, so I was
real quiet and went back outside, and behind the house, and jacked my
dick and played with my hole until I got that really good tingly
feeling when I cum, and then I made lots of noise and pretended I was
just getting home."

About the only thing Paul really retained out of that explanation was
that his kid thought he shot a really big load.  He couldn't help
feeling proud.  Out of his fucking mind to feel any such thing.  Out
of his fucking mind since he wasn't beating the pedo pervert in front
of him into a bloody pulp.  But still.  His kid liked his dick and
liked his cum.

"Please, daddy, can I suck your dick?  Or maybe, maybe you'd like to
fuck my boy-cunt?  Mike says it's real tight and he likes to cum up
inside it."

Mike wasn't sure that all those reminders that Andy's little boy-hole
wasn't quite as tight as it used to be and was definitely not virgin
territory was go-ing over too well with the boy's dad.  But Paul was
still hard and his fists weren't clenched.  Progress.

Paul licked his lips.  He didn't know what to do.  Well, he sure as
fuck knew what he *wanted* to do, but not whether he should, or even
really could.  He'd wanted to do what Andy asked for a long time, so
even though he wasn't getting the joy of taking his kid's virginity,
well, fuck, it was his damned fault for not taking care of it on his
own, a hell of a lot sooner.  So really, Mike had done him a favor.
Got him ready.  And from the look of his son's pussy, the kid could
take a pounding.

Paul ruffled his son's hair.  "Sure, kiddo.  I'd love a blowjob from
my favorite little boy and I'd love shoving my dick up his cunt.  As
soon as we get home."

Mike stepped out of the way and Andy dropped to his knees between his
father's spread legs.  "Oh, no, daddy, right now."  And then he
dropped his head and swallowed every goddamn inch of his daddy's
prick.  Paul moaned loudly in sudden ecstasy.

Reluctantly, he put his hands on the side of Andy's head and stopped
the motion.  He couldn't quite bring himself to get his prick out of
that warm mouth, not with that agile little tongue swirling all over
and around his dick.  Fuck, but that was a turn on.  "Sorry, Andy,
it's too risky.  Someone could come in.  We can't.

"I wouldn't worry," Mike said.

Paul had almost forgotten Mike was there. He looked to his right and
there was Mike's cock, oozing precum right at his face and mouth
level.  What the fuck, his boy wouldn't see it.  He'd always wondered
what a man's cock would taste like; damned if he wasn't going to take
the chance and find out.  He leaned for-ward, and plunged his mouth
halfway down Mike's cock, being careful to keep his teeth away.  It
tasted fucking good.  It tasted like he'd always thought cum, and
man-scent and ass juices would taste. He licked the piss-slit and then
pulled his mouth off.

Mike smiled down at him.  "I think we're the only ones here."  He
gestured to the windows up near the ceiling.

None of them had even noticed that the storm had broken and it was
raining heav-ily.

Mike said, "My guess is the two cars in the lot when I came in are the
attendant who took our money and the lifeguard.  They'll be busy
closing the place down.  C'mon, man, let your boy blow you.  Or let
him give you a quick hard ride in his pussy, and when you get home you
can fuck him long and slow and deep."

Like most men, Paul's horny cock, buried for the first time in a
little boy's mouth, his *son's* mouth, didn't give a fuck about
problems and dangers.  The job, here and now, was to get off and get
off good.  Paul nodded.  But he pulled Andy up off his cock after a
few strokes that left his meat spit-shiny and slick.  Public or not he
had to get his dick inside his boy's tight, cum-slick cunt.

Andy knew what to do, he put a towel down, straddled the bench and
laid down on his back.  Mike sat at his head, his cock resting on
Andy's hair, his hands holding the boy's ankles up so his legs were
spread wide and his hole was visi-ble to his horny father.  Paul
straddled the bench, too, and scooted closer.  He spit on his
forefinger and slowly inserted it into his boy's pussy.  It slid in
easily.  He added another finger and began to move them slowly in and
out.

Mike smiled.  "You a virgin, Paul?"

Paul looked up from his boy's stretched little hole and gave Mike a
what-the-fuck-do-you-think-I've-got-a-son-I'm-finger
fucking-you-asshole look.

"Not that kind of virgin.  You ever had a little boy before?  A
preteen cock-sucker?  Young boy cunt?  Inquiring minds wanna know,
Paul, are you a pedo vir-gin?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, Mr. Hamilton, way to go, dude.  You gonna fuck your little boy's
pussy?  Can I watch?"

The three on the bench froze in place.  It took the two men a couple
of seconds of absolute I'm-fucked-I'm-fucked-I'm fucked fear to
process the words.  All three turned their heads and found a stunning
teenager standing near them.  Taller than either of the men, slender,
short blond hair, blue eyes, a killer six-pack, small stiff tits, a
lifeguard's whistle around his neck, a faint treasure trail from his
belly button down to his pubes.  Pubes which were obvi-ously a natural
golden brown, since his Speedos were under his balls and he was
jacking a handsome uncut six inch dick.

Shock wears off at a sight like that.  Quickly.  Not enough to speak,
but enough for Paul to nod.  The boy - hell, he couldn't be more than
fifteen, sixteen tops - pulled the whistle off, wriggled out of his
Speedos and left both on the floor as he came up by the bench and
stood looking down at young Andy and the two ob-viously horny men.

"You like to get fucked, l'il bro?" he asked Andy.  Andy nodded.

"Yeah, me too.  Only my dad doesn't do it so much since I've gotten
bigger and all hairy and stuff.  So we both fuck my own l'il bro, he's
eight."  The life-guard tugged on his balls and jacked his dick a
little faster.  He couldn't seem to stop talking. 

"Dad says I'm not supposed to tell anyone, and Jesus, he started
dicking me when I was four and did the same to Terry when he was four
and I haven't said any-thing.  Can't tell the cops, that's for sure."

The lifeguard grinned as Paul and Mike's expressions turned even more
puzzled.  "I'm Allen - Al - Porter.  My dad's the chief of police." He
laughed out loud at their pole-axed expressions.  

"Relax, you guys, he's the chief over in Schuylerton."  He let their
expressions change to relief before he said, "It's my Uncle Jack who's
chief here in Stone-wall."

Al realized he'd better stop the tormenting, much as he loved doing
it, or he'd lose out on the chance for some new boy-pussy.

"Hey, don't worry.  They're cool.  It's not like I'd complain to the
cops any-way.  It's great havin' a pedo daddy, and I get to be a pedo
too with Terry, that's my brother.  He loves it.  But man, I sure
wouldn't have figured you guys for pedos.  Dad'll love the news, I
bet.  It'd be so cool to let you guys use Terry and Dad 'n me could
sex little Andy here.  If you couldn't come over to our house, daddy'd
bring Terry and me here.  He doesn't mind driving if he's gonna sex a
boy when he gets there.  Oh, hey, Mr. Carter, you sexing *your*
lit-tle boy, too?  Could he join in? You'd like that, wouldn't you,
little dude, getting' fucked by other men?"

"Whoa!" Mike stopped the near-babbling that was accompanied by the
teen jacking his cock in an even more frenzied manner.  "Hold on.  We
just met and already you've got us swapping out our kids, and yeah, I
do fuck my own boy regularly, for sex with your dad and you.  Let's
hold off on the future until we're done here.  Okay?"

"Sure, dude.  'cept, well, can I watch?  Please? And maybe, when
you're done with him, could I fuck him too?  You'd like that, wouldn't
you, little dude?  Gettin' fucked by your daddy, and then fucked by
Mr. Carter, and then havin' teen dick shootin' cum up your leakin'
pussy?"

Andy was definitely up for it and nodded vigorously, adding a moaning,
"Oh, fuck yeah.  Daddy, can we, please, please, please?"

Paul was far too fucking horny to object, as his fingers moved even
more rapidly in and out of his boy's asshole.  Let the kid watch. They
could all three fan-tasize about what might...well, shit, might as
well be honest, what *was*...going to happen down the line.  But right
now, he really, really, really needed to fuck his son.  He pulled his
fingers out and scooted closer so the head of his dick was pushing
gently on the slightly open hole.

Al spoke up again.  "Y'know, guys, it'd be more fun upstairs."

Frustrated, Paul stopped his hip thrust and almost glared at the teen.
"What's upstairs?"

"Storage rooms and stuff.  But we've got a mattress and lube in one
room."  Al recognized the question in the adult eyes.  He grinned.
"With all the men and teens around here, you aren't always safe if you
play around in the changing room or the showers.  So me and my buds
use the room upstairs.  See, dad says it's okay for me to fuck and
suck with guys my own age, or even older men if I find one I like and
who wants to fuck some teen boy-pussy.  I just can't tell 'em I'm a
pedo.  Young pedo, but what the fuck, right?

"C'mon.  It's okay.  The other guy left and it's just us."  

They all left their clothes where they were and stark naked, all four
with rag-ing hardons, walked through the building, up the stairs, and
into a small room whose main feature was indeed a queen-size box
spring and mattress sitting on the floor.  A small table had an
obviously part-used tube of KY, and a fairly good-sized greasy-looking
dildo sitting on it.  The sheets were a little crum-pled and there
were two towels on the bed, crumpled, too.  The room reeked of cum and
poppers.

"Uh, well, guys, I didn't know I was gonna find you and I was horny,
so I brought Max, that's the attendant, up here for a quick hard
fucking.  Thought it would be nice to go home to with a cunt full of
cum and see if Terry would like to suck it out."

Mike and Paul looked at each other and silently agreed.  Paul told Al
he could join in.  The two men, a teen and a young boy got on the bed.
Andy knew what he wanted and took the lead.  He got on all fours in
the center of the bed, his ass up in the air.  "C'mon, daddy, suck my
hole and then puppy-fuck me, huh?"

What's a father to do?  When his son begs with helpless (ha!) little
puppy eyes, surely he deserves a good hard puppy fucking.  That's what
Andy started to get only a couple of minutes later.  Paul slicked up
the boy's hole with his tongue, while Al got down and with his very
talented, very experienced mouth got Paul slimy with spit as well.
Paul rested the knob end right at his boy's hole, and hesitated.

"C'mon, dad," Andy begged.  "Just shove your cock up my butt.  I can
take it."  And indeed Andy could.  And did.

Paul held himself very still after that one hard shove buried his dick
to the balls in the hot tight sheathe of his little boy's ass cunt.
Mike was to his right, stroking Paul's back with his left hand, edging
down toward Paul's butt.  "See, Paul, you're not a pedo virgin any
more.  You got your dick balls-deep in a young boy's cunt for the
first time, and he's your own son.  C'mon, Paul, fuck your little boy.
Dick his hole while Al and I watch and play with you."

Paul started off with slow strokes, just pulling about half out before
oozing back in.  Al and Mike continued to stroke and play with his
body, feeling him up where his cock and his boy's cunt met, fondling
his balls, stroking him every-where.  Mike spoke up again, as one
fingertip circled Paul's tightly clamped asshole.  "You any other kind
of virgin, Paul?  Sucked any dick?  Had your man pussy plowed?"

Paul was in too much of a haze of pleasure to quite understand where
the ques-tions were leading.  Al had no such problem and he winked at
Mike over Paul's back.  "No.  Oh, Christ, baby boy, your cunt feels so
hot and tight around daddy's dick.  I've...uh...I've had some guys
give me blowjobs.  Fucked a cou-ple.  But that was...Jesus this is
good pussy!...a long time ago."

Al had already picked up the KY and handed it over to Mike, who moved
behind Paul.  Jesus wept, but this was so fucking hot.  Paul had never
been fucked!  And Mike was just the guy to relieve him of his unwanted
virginity here and now. Okay, so he might not know just yet than he
didn't want his virginity any more, but that could be changed.

Mike slicked his cock up good, wiped the excess off his hands, moved
into place, and got ready.  He figured it was better to ask for
forgiveness later instead of permission first.  He kept on stroking
Paul's back and sides and then, when Paul started the third of a
series of long out strokes so his knob end was all that was left in
the boy's hole, Mike grabbed Paul's hips and pulled him back, hard!,
and the head and half the shaft of his dick were inside Paul's
no-longer-virgin asshole.

Paul howled.  He'd never experienced such pain before, and he damned
well wanted it to end.  The problem was that before he could work
through the searing pain and start to fight, Andy had reached behind
himself, grabbed onto Paul's slimy dick which had popped out of the
boy's hole when Paul had gotten half-impaled, and then Andy backed
right up so it was once more all inside of him.

That just started the pleasure sensations all over.  And with Mike not
moving, Paul's asshole began to relax.  Mike felt the relaxation and
carefully got the rest of his seven inches inside.  "Oh, man, your
virgin cunt is *so* fucking hot and tight.  Haven't had a virgin hole
since my boy, and Andy.  Wait 'til you get *your* chance, Paul," he
breathed into Paul's ear as he bent over and began his own doggy-fuck.
"It's such a fucking, fucking turn on to know you're buried in a
not-virgin-any-more hole!"

Al watched the three getting into a rapidly increasing fuck rhythm,
watched as they all started to breathe harder.  He jerked his own
meat, but he wanted some-thing more.  He wasn't sure he could actually
get his own dick inside Mr. Carter, but, hey, what about Mr.
Hamilton's mouth?  Yeah.  Fucking go for it.

He stood with his legs on each side of the little boy, bent his knees
after get-ting his balance, and lifted Paul's head from where he had
let it drop down, eyes shut, gasping with the pleasure emanating from
his boy's cunt and his own man cunt.  Al slid his teen dick carefully
into Paul's mouth, let it rest there for just a second as Paul seemed
to get used to it easily, and then began slid-ing his meat in and out
of the warm, wet mouth.  Oh, yeah, this pedo daddy was a good mouth
fuck.

Young stud teen mouth fucking a pedo daddy.  Pedo daddy sucking cock
while fuck-ing his own little boy's steaming hot pussy.  Another pedo
daddy getting a change of pace and ram-fucking the man-cunt of the
first pedo father.  They all began moving faster and faster in and out
of their respective holes.  Despite having cum when he'd been fucked
earlier in this room, Al was first to shoot, blasting a thin slimy
load of hot teen cum into Paul's mouth, while Paul fran-tically gulped
so he wouldn't lose a drop of the heavenly taste.  Paul went next,
shoving his cock up his boy's hole so hard the kid fell flat on the
bed, pulling the two men down with him.  While rope after rope of
thick man-cum filled Andy's little hole, the boy was screaming and
writhing in dry cum after dry cum.  Mike did the right thing.  He
grunted hard and shouted, "Oh, fucking, YES!" as he filled Paul's hole
with spooge.

They held their positions for a moment, until all the cum was drained
and Andy had lapsed into a half-coma of ecstasy.  Then they eased
their dicks out of the various holes, and collapsed together, holding
and caressing each other.

The rest of the afternoon, while the thunderstorm pounded the
building, was spent making their own kind of lightning.  Andy got
fucked in every conceivable position, sucked off the other three at
least once, and had innumerable heaving cums of his own.  Paul sucked
off Mike while Al pumped his teen meat into Paul's butt.  Al was
everywhere, playing with everyone, and paying special attention to
Andy, his new pedo-buddy.  Mike managed to fuck Paul and Al, and suck
off Andy and even another boy-fuck, although he didn't have much cum
left by then.

When they were finally all fucked, sucked and cummed out, they
separated and then got up for the naked walk back to the changing room
for quick showers and getting dressed. 

As they walked, or somewhat staggered in the case of the two worn-out
pedo fa-thers, Mike mentally patted himself on the back.  He'd had a
great idea that morning.  Paul had lost his pedo-virginity by fucking
his little boy, and lost his man-sex virginity by letting, well, sort
of, Mike fuck his man-cunt, all in the same afternoon.

Mike sighed.  Forget "Three Dog Night."  He'd take a two-cherry day
any fucking day.

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