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 BEFORE THE ZOO
   By DannyR (MMM/bb, oral, anal, incest, pedo) Copyright 2011-2012.  All
rights reserved.
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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. 
After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is
true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear
on what's what, and what's not, read on.
SPECIAL NOTE: Ron's World, a/k/a ronsworld4200 AT hotmail DOT com (if
the address is still good) has written some really HOT M/g stories, which
he's letting me adapt, over time, over, well, a long, time, into M/b
stories.  Most of his stories, if not all, are at Mr.  Double.  This story
was inspired by his "boy lover" series.
   SPECIAL NOTE TO "5 TO 9": Thanks for the email, and this story just
happens to be pretty much down your alley or up something else.  I hope,
though, that the email address you used is just a "nom de porn" and not
your real one, given the subject matter.  Just a thought.
   BEFORE THE ZOO
   I was so tired of the heat.  My central air was busted and the repairman
wouldn't be out to fix it for three more days.  It was his busy season, he
said.  It was Saturday night and I had nothing to do.  I decided to try to
find a place to go to cool off a bit.  I decided to kill two birds with one
stone and go to the zoo.  My name is Jack, by the way.  I'm divorced, two
sons, 43 years old.
   How would going to the zoo be killing two birds with one stone?  It was
an opportunity to cool off and boy watch at the same time.  The zoo in my
community is near the coast.  It's much cooler there than the inland valley
I live in.  The inland frying pan more like it.  During the summer the
local zoo, which is world famous by the way, is open until 10:00 pm.  The
zoo at night is very popular with kids.  You see, the boys I like to watch
really are boys.
   My favorite age range is about 9 to 11, but fuck, I won't turn down kid
cunt a bit younger or a bit older.  Okay, so even more than a bit younger.
Still, 9 to 11, they're so damn slender and graceful at that age.  I must
admit that I have sexual fantasies about pre-teen boys.  I've also had the
joy of nailing a few in my day.  Nailed quite a few, actually.  I've never
been caught, for which I thank my lucky stars.  I'm not sure if I'm careful
or just lucky.  My petite little boy lovers have not always been totally
willing participants.  I'm not saying I'm into rape.  Well, actually, I
think I would be if I could get away with it.  Usually, though, it's a hot
little tease who gets more than he bargained for in the beginning.  Play
with fire and you will get burned.  I do manage to send most of them away
happy and in some cases they've come back for more.
   Like my own boys.  Jack, Jr., and David.  Fifteen and twelve now, but oh
so much younger when we started.  And yeah, okay, well beyond my preferred
boy fuck range, but hey, they're readily available holes when nothing
younger is available.  Besides, they've gotten pretty good at using daddy's
man cunt, too.
   My ex has taken them on a vacation cruise.  Single or divorced parents
with kids.  So I'm alone this weekend and all next week.  No visitation. 
No boy holes for daddy dicking.  No boy dicks for daddy fucking.  Fuck! 
And Harry's gone on the same fucking cruise with his fourteen and eleven
year olds, the lucky fucking bastard.  Especially if there's younger meat
that he and the four boys can cheerfully molest.
   And it's too early for the zoo.  Too much bright sun, too many parents
paying attention, though on occasion I've had boy dick in the zoo toilets
during the day.  Okay, a boy has had my dick in the zoo toilets, usually
down his throat while I hold his head tight and use his little mouth.  So
while I'm waiting in the heat, I'll get hot.  Look at the pics I've taken.
Remember.
   Remember how I really should have stayed away from Billy.  But if I had,
I'd probably never have known the joy of getting my cock in my own kid's
cunt.  Billy was eight, and Jack's best friend.  At the time, Jack had just
turned nine and Davey was six.  While I'd lusted after and later, in
private, jacked over "strange" boys, at the malls, movie theatres, swimming
pools, amusement parks, etc., when I was out and about with my sons, or
with them and their friends, before the first time with Billy, I'd never
paid attention to any of them sexually.  Boy sex was something I did
outside the family.  Don't shit where you live and all that.
   Sure, I'd seen my sons naked lots of times, and not just in changing
rooms, but at home.  Pretty much from the time they could walk, well, and
the time they were potty trained.  No way was I letting naked kids walk
around my house peeing and pooping at will.  My ex (she wasn't at that
time) wasn't too happy about the nudity, but I'd grown up wearing very few
clothes most of the time, and none at home with no guests around, so I was,
as they say, comfortable in my own skin.  She grumbled from the start, but
eventually only once in a while, and virtually never went without clothes
herself.  I guess once she saw that I wasn't walking around with a
perpetual hardon, nor were the boys, and I wasn't doing lewd and lascivious
things to them, she just let it happen.
   Once we divorced (nudity was not one of our "irreconcilable
differences"), she of course enforced a strict clothes-always policy in her
home, which up to that point had been mine as well.  Fortunately, my
business (what my business is, is none of your business) was doing well, so
I could buy another home in the same neighborhood (which more than a little
pissed her off), with a pool, and a fenced, secluded back yard.  Even
though she got primary physical custody, I obviously had a lot more
opportunities to see my boys than the usual divorced dad living in some
crappy apartment on the other side of town.  Eventually she got over being
pissed about not only me living in the same neighborhood, but in a better
home than hers, when she realized I could be a free baby-sitter.  Which I
rarely refused.
   Although I did have to sit her down one day when she tried to dump the
boys on me at the last minute when I already had plans.  A ten year old I'd
molested often had called to say he wanted to visit, which meant he wanted
to be lubed up, poppered up, and fucked hard.  A plan I wasn't about to
change.  Unfortunately, I had switched plans far too many times in the
past, just to accommodate her impulse decisions to go somewhere without her
sons, and she started acting as if my being the baby-sitter was part of the
divorce decree.  I pointed out in no uncertain terms I had a life of my
own, not mentioning the boy lover part about which she knew nothing, and
that I'd haul her bitch ass into family court again, with tales about the
men in her life, if she didn't (a) back the fuck off and (b) make fucking
arrangements in advance if she wanted me to son-sit, except in an
emergency, and (c) make damn fucking sure she didn't bad mouth me to my
sons because she was pissed about what I was telling her.
   So...that particular Saturday was my day for Jack and Davey, but the ex
wanted to take them shopping for school clothes, and since she'd asked
politely and promised to have them back promptly at four I'd agreed.  When
the doorbell rang at three I figured they were early, but it was Billy who
was standing there.  Soaked to the skin and shivering.  The being wet was
not a surprise since it had started raining a little while ago, the kind of
spring storm that drops the temperature and the rain is so hard you can
barely see through it.  The surprise, or sort of one, was that he was there
at all.
   The "sort of" was because the boys had a habit of just showing up on
each other's doorsteps, with no advance call.  Billy and his dad Harry (mom
dead), and his younger brother Bobby lived about five blocks away, and it
wasn't just Billy coming over here, it was Jack going there.  We (Harry and
I) had just given up trying to enforce the "call first" or email first or
text first or something first rule.  If they walked all that way, or biked,
and there was no one home, or whatever, too bad, so freaking sad.  I
hustled him inside.
   "C'mon, kiddo, we've got to get you dry.  What the hell were you doing
walking in this kind of weather anyway?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him
along toward the main bathroom, wincing slightly at the squishing sounds of
his shoes and the thought of all that water on the new carpets.
   Through chattering teeth he told me he'd just started walking over here
when the rain started.  It was, of course, just natural kid logic that made
him decide it was better to walk four more blocks to our house than turn
around and walk one back home.  We got to the bathroom and I was treating
him with the same brisk dad-efficiency I would have used with Jack in the
same situation.  Absolutely nothing sexual about it.
   That didn't last.
   Thank you, Jesus.
   I stopped him in front of the toilet, pulled his tee out of the
waistband of his shorts and peeled it off him, tossing it into the sink.  I
grabbed a thick towel, draped it over his shoulders, and then got down on
both knees to get his trainers off.  I lifted his left foot by the ankle, a
slender, delightful boy ankle and boy foot with delicate toes (though at
that moment I wasn't realizing that fact), tugged the shoe off, repeated,
and looked up.  His shorts were the elastic waistband, yank and they're
down variety, so I put my hands on his waist, tucked my thumbs inside to
loosen them up, and carefully pulled them down to his ankles.
   That's when I discovered that he was commando.  And that a gorgeous,
uncut, two inch long stiffie was pointing right at me.  In dad mode I
should have just ignored it, but suddenly the boy lover kicked in and with
no warning I just blurted out, "Wow!  He must be really happy to see me."
   Billy just giggled and said, "Yeah, that's what d...." And stopped.  And
blushed.  All over.  A bright red, almost naked, blue eyed blond little boy
hardon blush.
   Yeah, that's what daddy always says?  That's the only possible way that
sentence could have ended, especially given the quick stop and the blush.
   He was so adorable standing there, with his shorts around his ankles,
the dark blue of the towel making his glorious white flesh stand out. 
"Yeah, that's what my daddy always said to me, too."
   His eyes lifted to mine.  "R...really?"
   I lied and said, "Really." My dad had never done anything with or to me,
though I suspect I would have enjoyed it if he had.  But I'd found that if
I told a little boy that my daddy had done to me all the things I was about
to do to him, and that I'd really liked it, that went a long way to getting
rid of the "don't let a strange man touch your peepee" indoctrination. 
"Yeah, he told me how happy it made him that my peepee would get all stiff
and happy when he touched me."
   I leaned forward again, my right hand clasping the back of his left
thigh, for support of course, and tilted my head toward his feet.  He
lifted his right leg and I scooted the shorts away, with my left hand.  And
then he put his soft little hands on my shoulders and lifted his left leg,
with my hand still on his thigh.  It was awkward, but I still used my left
hand to push his shorts all the way away.  And when he put his foot down
again, my hand just automatically slid down his leg, caressing his thigh,
his knee, his calf.
   I could have left it at that, just let him dry himself, or finished the
job myself with dad efficiency, except Billy was concentrating so hard, his
small brilliantly white teeth showing as he worried his lower hip, and then
he clearly made up his mind.  "Is...is your peepee happy?"
   Fuck, yeah!
   "Would you like to see?"
   Billy nodded, a tiny pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.  I
spurted precum.
   I raised up off my haunches, peeled off my tee.  His eyes didn't widen
in surprise or anything.  After all, he'd seen my naked, thickly, softly
furred chest before when we were all swimming, or just out and about and
the guys all had their shirts off.  The quiet gasp was probably because
he'd never been this close before.  I rubbed my hands over my pecs, used
thumbs and forefingers to squeeze my nips.  "See, Billy, even my tits are
happy."
   "Huh?"
   I smiled at him.  "Yeah, I didn't know boys had tits, either, until my
daddy showed me.  He had me put my hands on his tits and squeeze `em just
like I showed you, and that's how I found out boys' titties could be hard,
too."
   He was staring so intently at the way my big nips got hard and stuck out
that I off-handedly slipped in, "Guess your daddy hasn't showed you how to
make his tits happy yet."
   He just shook his head, not realizing he was admitting, probably in
spite of daddy's urgent commands to keep his damn mouth shut, that his
daddy was a pedo who sexed his little boy.  There was no question in my
mind I was heaving the don't shit where you eat when it comes to molesting
little boys rule out the boy fucking window.
   "Would you like to learn, Billy?"
   Another nod, another lip lick.  I took hold of his small perfect hands
and put them up on my tits, using my fingers to get his in place, telling
him how my daddy had taught me how to please daddy's tits, how to squeeze
them real, real, real hard.  Billy tried, he really did, but he wasn't all
that strong, and I like my nips being twisted and hurt.  But I moaned
anyway.  When you intend to get your dick in boy pussy it always helps to
make them feel they're doing a fantastic job at sexing you, even when they
still need to learn a lot.
   Although I suspected Billy wasn't going to need a lot of teaching.
   Damn, but I love being right.
   "Damn, Billy, that was real good.  You want to feel it, too?"
   He got kind of scared looking and shook his head, but I quickly
reassured him that I wouldn't hurt him.  Told him how my daddy had showed
me how you had to treat little boy tits different than big daddy tits.  So
I just held onto his sides with my fingers and used my thumbs to caress and
rub his little nubs.  Damn if they didn't perk up right away.  And little
Billy sighed.  And his cock jumped.
   I let him go, raised up off my haunches, and tugged my sweats and boxer
briefs down to my knees.  Billy gulped.  I have a pretty gulp-worthy cock.
Uncut, with a long foreskin.  Six and a half inches, so the gulp was not
the length, which is just average.  It's the thickness.  And the bulging
veins roping around it that makes it look as dangerous as it really is. 
Unconsciously, Billy reached down and played with his stiffie.
   I played with my meat, Billy's eyes zeroing in on my hand.  "You know
what else my daddy used to do?" Billy shook his head side to side, mouth
open, frigging his tiny boy meat.  "He liked to suck on my titties.  You
think I could suck on yours, Billy?" This time there was a nod.
   I leaned over and started sucking and licking on his boy tits.  He
moaned again, and even louder when my large callused hand began playing
with his bare cocklet and balls.  I wondered how trained, how experienced
he was.  Certainly not a virgin.  I tried a little test.  I stopped
fondling, but kept on working his nips and raised my first two fingers to
his mouth.  Bingo!  He sucked them right in, all the way to my palm, then
slobbered his spit all over them as I gently finger fucked his mouth.
   I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes as I slid my fingers from
his mouth.  "My daddy always used to tell me to play with my titties when
he sucked my boy cock.  Do that, Billy, hurt your little boy tits."
   A gasp and a whimper when my mouth engulfed his cocklet and balls, a
louder one as he raised both hands to work his tits.  He knew what was
going to happen next.  Wanted it, as it only took the slightest nudge from
the edge of my hand for him to spread his legs into a wider stance so I'd
have easier access to his cunt.  A louder gasp when my index finger slid
right up and in.  I started sucking him harder, lashing his pricklet and
boy balls with my tongue, forcing my second finger up into his pussy.  With
my left hand I reached up and while I finger fucked him harder and faster,
I brushed his hands away from his tits and began working them myself,
twisting and pinching and squeezing, hurting his young boy nips, maybe even
bruising them, but right then I couldn't have cared less.  Especially since
I knew I was going to let Harry know I knew he was molesting his boy...and
that I sure as fuck wanted in on it...again.
   Billy started mumbling about "daddy," which turned into him apparently
forgetting it was his best friend's daddy who was molesting him so roughly,
probably with his eyes tightly shut, imagining it was his very own daddy,
as he cried out and screamed for his daddy to fuck his pussy, to hurt his
tits, and then he began thrashing about in one of the wildest dry boy cums
I'd ever caused.  And with three fingers buried in his kid cunt.
   When he finally quieted down, I eased my fingers out of his hole, sat
back on my heels, held his sweaty, sagging body up until he could look at
me with still sex-glazed eyes.  "You know what my daddy did next, don't
you." It wasn't a question.  His eyes told me he knew.  Knew very well. 
"And your daddy does it to you, too." Again, not really a question.
   His eyes gave one last, futile, flicker of caution, of his daddy's
warning, his plea, never to tell.  He nodded.
   I wanted more than that.  "What does he do to you, Billy?"
   He sighed.  He'd given up keeping a secret.  "He...he puts
his...th...thing...."
   "Uh-uh, Billy.  You know the words.  Tell me what your daddy does to
you."
   "He...he fucks me."
   "Where?"
   "In...in my boy pussy."
   "And you like that, don't you, Billy.  Having your daddy fuck your boy
cunt." I was turning him to his right, moving him to the tub, pushing him
so he bent over and braced himself.
   "Y...yes, sir."
   I wet my own fingers and pushed all three back inside his cunt again. 
Curled them and worked his little boy button.  "Does he say anything to you
while his prick is in your pussy?"
   He nodded, and whimpered at a particularly quick and hard in and out
stroke of my fingers.  "He...oh, God, that feels good, he, he calls me his
boy slut, his baby bitch...his...ohfuckohfuck...his cum dump whore."
   "And now you want to be my baby bitch, too, don't you, little Billy?"
   He whimpered and nodded.  "Where do you want my dick, slut boy?"
   "In my pussy, sir."
   "Rough and deep, right, kiddy cunt?"
   He quivered.  "N...no, please."
   "But that's how your daddy does it, doesn't he?  Fucks you hard, hurts
your bottom, bruises your titties."
   "N...no!  Please, sir, no!"
   Fucking little liar.  But even if he was telling the truth, I needed a
rough fuck from him.  And who was the kid going to complain to?  The cops?
Yeah, and get his daddy busted, too.  Daddy?  I bet money Harry would get
hard and cum hearing the story of how his precious cum whore got molested
by his own good friend.  I didn't bother getting rid of the clothes around
my ankles, just got into place, seated my knob on his pussy lips, grabbed
his hips, and shoved the fucking meat balls deep.
   Billy screamed.  Loud and long.  Music to my ears.  And no one else's
since the house was empty and the storm was still going strong.  He wailed
again, a sound that caused my precum to spurt, when I pulled all the way
out and rammed home again, balls deep.  Then I started the rough fuck I
needed, wanted, holding his hips, telling him how he was going to be my
baby bitch, too, how his daddy was going to be glad to have someone else
molesting his son, sharing his kid's cunts, how I was going to find other
men who would use his pussies, how we'd stand around waiting our turns,
then take turns fucking him at both ends, while his daddy watched and then
joined in.  I was really pounding that tight boy pussy, almost ready to cum
when I heard it.
   The voice.
   Little Jack's voice.  Saying, "Daddy!  You like fucking little boys,
too?"
   I looked over my shoulder.  Both my boys were standing in the open door
to the bathroom.  In the fucking nanosecond when all I took in was the
sight of my boys watching their daddy power fuck Billy's boy cunt, when all
I heard was that first shocked word, a tangled web of thoughts hurtled in
my head.  Jesus fuck, my ex, was she here, too, no, the boys wouldn't do
that, the boys had a key, I'm going to go to fucking jail, caught, Jesus
fucking Christ caught being a pedo with little Jack's best buddy....
   My hips didn't stop, though, they kept right on pumping and Billy kept
on wailing, and then when the meaning of the other six words sank in, I
started spewing incredible shots of thick, hot seed inside the boy,
breeding his hot tight cunt.
   Too?
   Fucking little boys, too?
   When I was finished, I sagged for a moment over the equally sagging
Billy, who had actually gone through a couple of dry cums despite the
howls. Then I slid my meat out of his hole, shifted and plopped on my ass
on the bathroom floor, my still almost fully hard cock slowly softening,
covered in Billy's ass slime and my own cum.  Both my sons were staring at
their daddy's dick.  And licking their lips.
   First things first.  "Where's your mom?"
   "She dropped us off."
   I nodded, not trying to conceal my relief.  Back to the important issue.
"What do you mean, `too?'"
   "Uh." Jack licked his lips again and looked away.
   "Jackie." My voice was as stern as a fresh from fucking boy pussy,
mostly naked sitting on a bathroom floor daddy's voice could be.  "Who else
do you know who fucks boy pussies?"
   "It's okay, Jackie.  Your daddy knows." Billy's voice was soft, and a
little worn.  Probably from all that screaming when he got power fucked.
   "H...Harry, daddy."
   "So you've watched Harry fuck Billy?" He nodded.  "Did he know you were
watching?" Another nod, and a big, but somewhat hesitant grin.
   "That's fine, son.  It's okay.  And have you watched Harry fucking any
other boys?" Hell, if the pedo bastard had a boy harem I certainly wanted
to know about it.  And get in on it.  Once I persuaded my boys to keep
their mouths shut.  Though they'd certainly done that already.
   "S...sort of."
   I smiled encouragingly.  "Now what does that mean?"
   "Well, I, uh, I watched Harry in the mirror while he was fucking me."
   My mouth dropped.  I should have expected that answer, but somehow I
didn't.  Harry.  Harry the pedo fucking child molesting bastard, was
fucking my son.  My boy had probably sucked down Harry's meat and swallowed
his cum, too.  And then it really hit.  The pedo bastard had copped the boy
pussy cherry that rightfully belonged to me!
   Although if Harry hadn't been molesting Billy, none of this whole
sequence of events, including dicking my older son, would ever have
happened.  But still, now that I knew I was into little boy incest, too, it
was only right that a daddy should be the first to molest his sons.  Then
he could share.
   "Strip." That was the no-fucking-nonsense-don't-mess-with-daddy tone my
sons knew well.  Although it was only directed at Jack, little Davey
stripped as well.  My cock, which hadn't really gone very soft once I
realized the "too" part of what Jack said, surged to full hard again
instantly at the sight of my naked nine and six year old sons.
   My naked and stiff sons.  Little Jack was sporting a surprising almost
three inches.  Damn big for only nine.  He put his hand down and stroked it
a little, staring at his daddy's meat.  He pulled the skin back and his
knob was a dark red.  Davey, though, was just an inch.  Such a tiny, tiny
stiffie, with a tight little ball sack.
   I gestured and they came over close to me, straddling my legs as I
leaned against the side of the tub.  I fondled their little dicks.  "So you
guys are Harry's little cum dump whores, too?  Just like Billy?"
   Little Jack's eyes were closed, enjoying his daddy wanking him.  His
hands had drifted up to his nips to play with them.  He just nodded. 
Davey, though, shook his head.
   "What's the matter, Davey?"
   He looked very said.  "H...Harry says I'm too young, and...and my cunt
is too tight." He managed to get turned around, bent toward my feet, and oh
what a nice image of him sucking on my long hairy toes, and reached behind
to spread his plump little cheeks wide.  Such a puffy pink little rosebud.
   Didn't look too goddamned tight to me.
   "Jackie, you know how to grease up a pussy?"
   "Uh, yeah."
   I handed him the tube.  "Get your brother's kid cunt nice and messy. 
I'll be right back."
   He took the tube, but still said, "But, daddy, Harry said...."
   My glare cut him off.  "Do I look like I give a fuck what Harry said?"
   Frightened, he shook his head "no."
   "Davey, you want to be a big cum dump whore like Jackie and Billy?"
   His nod was eager.
   "When Harry fucked Jackie the first time, did you get to watch?" Another
nod.  "And did Harry make your brother scream?" A nod, but a little
hesitant.
   "Well, see, all little boys scream the first time they get a big old man
dick in their cunt.  Especially daddy meat.  And the louder the boys
scream, the better cum dump whore they'll be.  And you want to be the best
little whore around, don't you, Davey?  Better even than Jackie or Billy
here, maybe?"
   Guess there's a competitive gene in the family.  His nod was vigorous.
"Okay, well, you let Billy and Jackie play around with your pussy and
loosen you up a bit.  I'll be right back."
   Renewed aching hardon leading the way I went back to my bedroom, grabbed
up the phone, dialed Harry.  His "Hey, Jack, did Billy...." was ordinary
dad tone, but I cut him the fuck off.
   "Hey, yourself, you kid fucking child molester.  You got my oldest boy's
cherry."
   Fucking dead silence.
   "Now you owe me one."
   "I, uh, wha...?"
   "How many times have you fucked Jackie's pussy since you busted his
cherry?  And don't fucking lie."
   "Uh, well, uh a dozen times?"
   "Great.  One down, eleven to go?"
   "Huh?"
   "Just fucked the shit out of Billy.  So you owe me eleven more kid
fucks, including one cherry.  Bring Bobby over."
   "Whoa.  No way.  He's...."
   "Yeah, Davey told me about the too little, too tight bullshit.  Billy
and Jackie are in the bathroom right now, lubing my six year old's cunt. 
How big's your dick?"
   "Uh, wha..."
   "How big's your fucking dick, Harry.  You know fucking well that now I
know you're molesting your own kid and mine, I'm gonna fucking see it.  So
just cut the crap and tell me."
   "Seven and half."
   Jesus, a pedo who molests his own boys should be at least as good at
this shit as a pedo who molests other dad's boys.  "And?"
   "Uh, cut, kind of, kind of, uh, thin."
   "Well, I'm six, uncut, really fat.  So I'm gonna open Davey's cunt
really nice.  You could slide in on my cum and get even deeper, let his
pussy walls tighten up around you."
   "Christ." Not a fucking prayer, but a goddamn that's hot.
   "Yeah.  You ever shared before?  Watched a guy take a kid's cherry?"
   "No.  To...to both."
   "You hard and leaking?"
   "Fuck."
   "I'll take that as a yes.  You want to see me fuck my six year old, and
when he's full of my spooge, you get to slide in and fuck him deep, and
right next to you, you can watch me dick your five year old's ass?"
   Complete surrender.  "Fuck, yeah."
   "Then get the fuck over here.  And lock the fucking door behind you." I
hung up, certain that Harry was on his way.  I unlocked the front door, and
went back to the bathroom.
   Well, hell.  Apparently getting Davey's virgin cunt ready for daddy's
dick required a lot of lube.  A lot of lube.  Enough to get three grinning,
naked little boys shiny and slick around their dicks and asses, and hands,
and fucking elsewhere.  No fucking way was that kind of mess getting on my
sheets.  Sure, the maid service that did my cleaning and laundry had seen
some cum and lube stained sheets.  I was, after all, a divorced dad with
fucking needs.  But no way to explain the kind of mess that three greasy
little boys would make, especially not when you add in two pedo daddies and
another boy cunt.
   Fortunately, there was a huge fucking leather couch in the living room.
That would be easier to wipe down.  "C'mon, sluts."
   I picked up Davey, told him to wrap his arms around my neck and hold on
tight.  So fucking hot feeling his six year old stiffie pressed against my
hairy chest.  I held him tight with my left arm, and reached my right hand
under his skinny little buns, wiping my fingers around to get them lubed.
And then I pressed two fingers, middle finger tip pressed on top of index
fingernail, and shoved them all the way up his virgin hole.
   Davey squealed and struggled, but for obvious reasons didn't get
anywhere.  My dick spurted.  I squeezed him hard enough to get his
attention.  He looked up at my stern face.  "You wanna be daddy's good
little cum whore, Davey?"
   He nodded.  A tear slid down his cheek.
   "And didn't daddy tell you that turning you into a good little slut for
daddy was gonna hurt?"
   Another nod, another tear.  Probably because I was stretching my fingers
inside his tight bowels.
   "Jackie liked it when Harry hurt him, the first time he got fucked.  And
when the pain went away and Harry was pounding his pussy, Jackie really
liked it."
   How the fuck would I know if any of that shit was true since I wasn't
around?  But my expression got Jackie to agree with me pretty damned fast.
   Then Billy chimed in with, "And daddy hurt me even more the first time I
got fucked than he did Jackie." He was kind of bragging about that, so my
competitive son naturally claimed that Harry had hurt him more than Billy.
Which led to the start of a "Did not!" "Did, too!" back and forth that I
quickly quelled.  Although it did take Davey's mind, just a little bit,
over my thick hairy fingers working his not-yet-cunt as I walked.
   We reached the living room just as the front door opened, and Harry
walked in wearing a huge raincoat that was bulging at the front, and
streaming water onto the entrance tile.  Not a hardon bulge.  A pregnant
with triplets kind of bulge.  Which was explained when Harry opened it up
to reveal little Bobby holding on for dear life, starting to slide down
toward the floor, since Harry obviously would have been cradling him on the
walk over.  Harry's kind of shaggy hair was plastered against his skull,
and his face was wet, but he was grinning.
   He was also naked and hard.  And so was little Bobby.
   Thank God (or maybe the devil) that my balls were cum factories.  Two
virgins one after the other, on top of that incredibly hot Billy-fuck
earlier.  I yanked my fingers out of Davey, causing another squeal, and set
him down on the couch, on his back.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Harry turn around and lock the door, take off the wet coat and look around
for somewhere to hang it.  "Just drop it on the floor, buddy, and get your
fucking pedo ass and meat over here."
   Harry grinned and did it.  He picked up a slightly nervous looking, but
still stiff, Bobby and laid him back on the couch next to Davey. 
Fortunately, Jackie remembered to bring the lube, but when he handed it to
me as I moved next to Bobby, he looked kind of down.
   "What's the matter, kiddo?"
   He just shrugged, and then winced.  He knew better than not to respond
when daddy asks a question.  He looked at me.  "Well, uh, you, uh, just
fucked Billy, and now you're gonna fuck Davey and Bobby, and they're way
younger than me, and, and...." He was almost in tears.
   I reached out and grabbed his greasy cock and balls, and he immediately
thrust his hips toward me.  "You think daddy won't have enough cum for
you?"
   He nodded.
   "And you'd like your pussy to be pounded just as rough and hard as I was
doing to your best friend?"
   Another nod.
   "No problem, slut.  I may take a little break after these two cherry kid
cunts, but you're gonna get daddy-dicked good and proper.  Meantime, how
about you play with your dick and give yourself some good cums while I
break in the new cum whores?"
   Jackie grinned, and started jacking.  I squirted enough lube to slicken
up my fingers again.  Looked down at the sprawling slender body of baby
Bobby.  Christ!  Starting off my pedo career with five and six year old
virgin boys!
   "You had anything up his cunt yet?" Harry shook his head.  I went
through the same explanation with Bobby about how cum whores always got
hurt at the start of their careers.  Bobby was more timid than my Davey,
maybe just his age, maybe just him, and he looked scared, but with his
older brother and Jackie taunting him about being a fraidy-cat, he wasn't
about to back out.
   Fuck but his hole was even tighter than Davey's.  His howl was louder,
too, calling for his daddy as I worked both fingers into his almost cunt.
His daddy was right there for him, too...urging me on and working his own
long, thin meat.  I got him lubed, slid over on my knees in front of Davey,
pulled his little butt to the edge so my cock was rubbing his hole...and
had a fantastic idea.
   I lowered his legs so they were draped over the edge, told everyone to
just stay still, got up, padded to the kitchen, got the bottles out of the
freezer and walked back, my leaking prick pointing me toward pedo heaven.
So fucking hot.  Two virgins sprawled and a bit frightened on my couch. 
Cum slut Billy sitting on the arm on the other side of Bobby, playing with
his dickie and his tits.  Cum slut Jackie standing next to him, doing the
same thing.  And the father of one of the virgins was sitting back on his
hairy haunches, stroking his dick and licking his lips, looking back and
forth between the virgins and then up at me.
   "Holy fuck, man.  Poppers?"
   I grinned back at him.  Nodded.  "The real thing, too.  A buddy makes it
for me."
   "Fuck!  Real amyl?"
   "Finest kind.  You ever used it on your kid?  Even the fake stuff?"
   He looked stunned at the idea as he shook his head.  I handed him a
bottle.  As we unscrewed the caps I told the four boys to watch what their
daddies were doing.  Holding one nostril shut and then the other, we each
took several hits off the bottles.  My body got hotter than ever and I was
sure Harry was feeling the same way.  He moved over to Bobby, I moved to
Jackie, and we taught our two older sons how to use poppers.
   Then we moved to the little ones.  Lifted their heads so we wouldn't
spill any of the liquid on them and burn their tender skin, and made them
inhale.  Their faces scrunched up with distaste, but they didn't have a
choice and then the drug hit them.  We took another couple of hits, quickly
shut the bottles, and while Harry started fingering his boy's pussy, I
pressed my cock against my six year old's virgin, tight, greasy hole and
shoved!
   I only got the knob and an inch or so in and Davey was crying and
begging and telling me he didn't want to be a cum whore after all.  Too bad
so fucking sad.  With my knees braced against the front of the heavy couch,
I held onto Davey's hips and pulled him toward me while my own hips pushed
forward.  So fucking hot.  Half my meat in his spread hole.
   But I was a new pedo, so I turned to the experienced one for advice. 
"You get your whole cock into Billy's cunt the first time?"
   "Little over half.  Didn't want to damage him."
   "How old?"
   "Almost eight."
   "So his pussy was probably hurting the next few times you fucked, until
he got used to it."
   Harry took a hit off the poppers and vaguely said, "Yeah," while he
stared at where his best friend's dick was joined to his younger son's no
longer virgin boy pussy.
   I looked down at Davey's cunt, then up at the tears that were drying up
just a little since I wasn't moving.  A humongous amount of pain now, or
pain spread out over several more fucks of his boy cunt.  I could live with
the latter.
   I made Davey snort more poppers, then did the same for myself and began
fucking him, never plunging all the way in, no matter how much my dick
wanted it, never pulling all the way out, watching the way the flesh of his
cunt followed my cock on the out strokes.  I worked his fresh pussy,
rotating my hips until I caught the look on his face that said my meat was
working his little bump.  I started fucking faster, telling him he was a
fucking cum slut now, he was going to be his daddy's filthy cum whore,
spouting obscenities while the fucking and the swearing clearly began to
turn him on, and then suddenly he was writhing on my cock, his cunt muscles
clamping down tight as he howled a long, drawn-out "daddy!" I began
blasting his cunt with hot daddy seed.
   When I was done, my dick still buried, I leaned forward, panting.  That
had been as good a cum as the one in Billy's pussy.  Maybe better.  Two
down, two to fucking go.
   I slid my still hard prick out of my littlest son's pussy.  It was slimy
with lube, precum, cum, ass juices and just a few brownish streaks.  I
decided to make sure Harry knew his place in the new scheme of things.  I
nodded down at my dick and told him to clean it.  No balking.  He just took
a quick poppers hit and bent over and swallowed my meat.  As my best friend
sucked me, I asked the older boys if they'd cum, although their dazed
expressions actually gave me the answer.
   I decided to take immediate advantage of my still stiff meat.  My cock
applauded loudly, and although there was a little grumbling from the
foreman in the cum plant, he got them to speed up the assembly line that
was putting together some big balls of cum for me to use in the near
future.
   "Dick my little slut, Harry," I instructed him after I'd moved right so
I was kneeling in front of thoroughly scared little Bobby.  I was
absent-mindedly playing with his soft baby dickie, as we all watched Harry
make Davey take a couple of real good hits off the poppers, then use the
drug himself, carefully recap it, and shove his own daddy dick into Davey's
sore little pussy.  No scream this time, just a loud, clearly in pain,
groan.
   Time for my second baby boy virgin.  Five years old.  I made Bobby
almost sit up and forced him to take hit after hit after hit of the
poppers, until he was in a drugged out fog.  Jackie had knelt down beside
me and quickly put his head between me and Bobby's cunt and swallowed my
fucking dick down to my pubes!  He slurped and slobbered and slimed me up
and then pulled off, looking smug.  Fucking cocksucker had a right to be.
   I was achingly hard, still.  I told Harry to scoot over, and still
buried in Davey's cunt, he managed to do so.  Then I told Jackie and Billy
to hold little Bobby down so he couldn't move.  Harry grunted and
whispered, "Fuck!" in a sooooo-fucking hot tone of voice.  We all took
poppers again, except little Bobby, and then I lined my cock up to his
slimy hole and rammed it in, balls deep.  Bobby was an excellent screamer.
One of the best I've ever had.
   Watching the tears running down his face, struggling futilely since his
older brother was holding him down, helped by his brother's best friend, I
pulled my fat prick nearly out of his cunt, then shoved it back in.  Began
slowly building up speed, changing the angle of my thrusts, rotating my
hips until I found the right spot and my cock began rubbing his little
prostate.
   His dickie was full on hard again, rubbing against the hair on my belly,
which helped with the action in his hole.  Bobby began whimpering and
squirming and starting to push back to help me fill his pussy.  And then I
stopped.  He opened his eyes in shock, looked up at me.
   "What do you want, Bobby?"
   His expression said "Huh?" loud and clear.
   "Tell Daddy Jack what you want, baby boy."
   He just looked confused, so to help him understand I pulled my cock all
the way out of his now gaping five year old hole and slammed back in.  He
whimpered again, and his cunt convulsed a little around my meat.
   "Do you want Daddy Jack to fuck your baby boy cunt?  Do you want him to
pump you full of daddy juices?  Do you want to become a good cum slut whore
so your daddy can use you, and I can use you.  Do you want to be a fucking
pussy boy like your best friend Davey?"
   With every question I fucked him deep.  By the last one he was moaning
and gasping.  I stopped again.  "Tell me!" I said sternly.
   He was frantic to get back to the good feelings inside his cunt, fuck,
inside his whole body.  He was babbling as he begged me to fuck him, to
fuck him hard, to make him a cum whore like Davey, so he could be fucked by
Billy and Jackie, and their friends.  I also knew in that instant that I
wanted to see the boys molested by other men, while Harry and I watched.  I
started pumping his tight cunt again, faster and faster until he started a
series of dry cums one after the other until he finally passed out just as
I filled his cunt with my seed.  Harry came inside Davey a moment later.
   Still buried inside our respective young, young pussies, we had the
older boys scramble a bit so Jackie was standing over his brother, and
Billy was standing over his, and the two dads began sucking off each
other's sons, one, then two, then three fingers buried in their kid cunts
until they screamed out their dry cums.
   And at that point in the memories I finally let myself cum, splattering
my belly with huge globs of seed.  I relaxed against the pillows, lifted my
legs to ease the dildo out of my hole.  Yeah, I was a fucking hot, sweaty,
cummy, hole-slimy mess.  But a shower would help and the edge was off.  So
if I found a cute young hottie at the zoo, I wouldn't cum very fast unless
I chose to.
   And unless the risk was extraordinarily high, I was going to take my
time with whatever boy pussy I found.  For some reason I was confident I'd
be fucking some kid cunt at the zoo.
   Damn!  When you're right, you're right.
   
  
Before the Zoo