THE DIRT ROAD
By DannyR (MM/b, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
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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.
DOWN THE DIRT ROAD
“You shittin’ me, y’motherfuckin’ faggot?”
Uh...oops?
Bubba (probably, maybe, not his real name, but when you’re in WhereTheFuckAmI, Georgia, with a huge fuckin’ redneck expecting a blowjob, you’re...I’m...not exactly going to exchange names and numbers) was pissed. Red in the face, bulging veins, a little drool of spit out of the side of his mouth and into his thick, dark brown beard, pissed.
Apparently another fuckup in a day of fuckups.
I’m good at a lot of things. Making tons of money. Spending less than tons of money. Being an excellent pedophile. Raising three happy, healthy, horny sons. Molesting them often.
Thomas Stewart. My thirteen year old, fat dicked nigger boy. I’d bought him off his momma when he was eight, after seeing how well my fat white meat sliced in and out of his tight little cunt. Adopted him. Raised him to be the talented thug looking whore he is. The governor of, well, an eastern seaboard state, was using him this weekend. I’ll get him back beaten and bruised, but then, he and the governor get off...frequently...on that. Of course, the governor will have nigger cum in his own cunt, since he does have a fondness for being fucked by the nigger he’s just abused. He’s going to have a nice surprise when he finds out my boy’s grown in every way since the last time I needed a political favor. The kid’s cock is already seven and a half inches and thick. I’m betting on at least ten by the time it stops growing.
Hung Dong Stewart. My eight year old Chink. I have no idea if in China you’re supposed to combine names, but Hung means “wonderful” and Dong means “from the east”...and I picked them for their Western meanings and the humiliating possibilities as he grew older. Especially since I made sure he wouldn’t be “hung” in the “dong” department when he got older. He was purchased in Beijing when he was two. Adopted him, of course, back in the States. I also paid good money to check out the cocks on his father, both grandfathers, and the one living great-grandfather. All supposedly straight, but it’s amazing how little money in American dollars was needed to get them to display their meat, get their cocks hard, and then cum on the baby’s face. Small, slender cocks, every one. Perfect. I like my Asian meat small.
Hung’s daddy was the only one to try to up the ante once he realized what his baby boy was in for with the big-dicked white American. He and his wife had already been well-paid for the kid, but after the cock-checking cum session he made it clear (via my interpreter, though I didn’t actually need one) that he thought he was entitled to more. I’m a generous prick bastard, so I offered him another thousand Yuan (about $150 American). That was the generous part. Then showed him the video of him and his relatives going all bukkake on his son to make it clear what the tradeoff would be if he came back for more. That was the prick part. The bastard part of me invited him back to my hotel for dinner, in a spirit of international friendship and cooperation, and then I raped his mouth and raped his cunt, pissed in both, had my assistant film it all (though my face would never show) and get a blowjob for himself, and then gave daddy an American dollar and explained it was all he was worth as a whore.
And then there’s five year old Charles Edward Stewart, named after a long ago ancestor. Spawned from my own seed with a surrogate. Eating my cum direct from the source, and in his formula, when he was about a week old. My naked plump five year old with the pointed red titties against his fair skin, and the fat fuckable lips, playing with his small stiffie. The oops! on the dirt road.
I mean, fuck, Bubba here hadn’t been looking at just me back in that crappy gas station’s toilet.
Or so I thought. Maybe I fucked that up, too, along with my fucked up GPS so I had no idea where the fuck we were. Although I was fairly sure we were somewhere in the general vicinity, well, within a hundred miles maybe, of where we were supposed to be. Which was getting Charlie my darling gang banged by Bob, a fellow pedo with whom I’d been exchanging pics and vids and some webcam fuck sessions, and his three sons, though I’d only seen their hairy bellies and big cocks plunging into boy cunt and tiny girl cunt, in exchange for me abusing Bob’s two year old grandson. With the locater fucked and no cell reception, I’d stopped at the gas station so we could both piss, and I could maybe get a map and figure it the fuck out.
We went into the toilet, which was as dirty and smelly as I’d expected it, and a turn on to both Charlie and me, since I’ve always liked cruising men’s rooms, and really get off on strangers molesting my son in a toilet stall while I watch. But here in God’s country, a/k/a backwoods Deliverance-style shoot the balls off them fags country, we were just there to use the facilities and then get back on the road again as soon as I’d figured out the fucking the map.
Like I said, good at a lot of shit, but not good at following directions.
But Bubba was already there, standing at a rusty trough, just unzipping. I stepped up beside him, not too close and waved Charlie toward the stall. If my boy stood at the trough, unzipped and pissed, the best he could do was hit the bottom of it. I unzipped and hauled my meat out.
“Don’t work.”
The deep voice surprised me and I responded with a clever “Huh?”
“Toilet don’t work. Ol’ man Hill’s got him an outhouse out back iffen he wants t’ take a dump while he’s here, so if yer boy’s gotta shit it’ll have to be there.”
“Uh, no, just piss. Uh, both of us.” I paused. “C’mon, Charlie, I’ll just lift you....”
“Ain’t no need fer that. Kids use this.”
And with that he turned toward me, a long, thick uncut cock dangling out of the overalls, just like it was an ordinary thing to do, leaned forward (making me step back) and reached under the trough to pull out a step stool. Under very strict, pre-get out of the car, orders to behave, which meant not gawking at that big piece of meat right at face height, Charlie hopped up on the stool, pushed his shorts and undies down and just started pissing.
We stood on each side of him, watching him pee. I firmly commanded my cock not to get hard, and for the most part it followed orders, but although it did plump up just a little. Neither of us peed.
Bubba got a little thicker, a little longer. He wrapped his hairy fist around it, shook it. “Damn. Don’t y’ jist hate it when y’ need relief ‘n y’ cain’t get it?”
He looked down at Charlie who was finishing up, and if Charlie’s final shakes were more stroke than shake on his five year old pricklet, I wasn’t going to call attention to it. Though Bubba noticed. And looked over at me. I’d angled toward him so there was no question about being able to see my dick. I gripped my cock and shook it, too, though if I’d been pissing in that direction it would have been all over Charlie. But then, he enjoys that. “Yeah, sure would be nice to get some relief.”
“There’s this place down the dirt road a piece. Not too fer. Kinda purty. I go there for relief sometimes.”
Okay. I hadn’t been expecting to cruise a backwoods toilet, but if Bubba here wanted that fine piece of big old bad boy meat sucked, I was just the pedo fag to do it. And I had a tiny talented helper, too. “I’ll follow you.”
He nodded. “Red pickup.”
We tucked and zipped, and watched Charlie struggle a little getting his undies and shorts up. He didn’t quite make it all the way and his cute little crack was showing. Bubba noticed that, too.
I figured we’d do this all subtle like. He’d leave first. I’d wait a couple of minutes. Get in the car and see his beat up and I do the fuck mean beat up pickup (I’d noticed it when we arrived) idling down the road. Follow him to the blowjob “real perty” site.
Instead, he stood there watching while I paid for the gas, and Charlie got a candy bar (I’ll put him on a diet when the pedos stop liking him plump). When I started to look at the map, you know, to give him time to start the subtle plan, he held open the door and said, “Y’ comin’?”
Charlie and I walked past the group of three old men, two of them actually fucking playing checkers, with no bulge other than normal showing in my tight jeans as I began to worry whether I was about to star in my own private Deliverance. There was a youngish guy, kind of hot, opening up the cooler for a beer, at fucking ten in the morning, but he didn’t do anything more than just nod at us and grin at Bubba.
My second thoughts were shifting into thirds and fourths and fifths, and my expression must have showed it. Bubba’s turn to up the ante. It made me kind of nervous going to my right rear door, which brushed the dirty tires of Bubba’s pickup when I opened it, but I pretended everything was fine and got Charlie into his safety seat. Even managed a comforting daddy squeeze of his crotch, hidden by my body leaning into the car. When I straightened and shut the door, Bubba was right there. Up close Normandy Beach invasion of my personal space.
“Yer one a them city cocksuckers, ain’tcha?”
I kept my best bland businessman look on my face, and started to politely disagree so I could get around the car, jump in and get the fuck outa Dodge.
Bubba just interrupted like I hadn’t started talking. “Uh-uh. Saw y’ lookin’ at m’meat. Fuck, y’ even got yer kid doin’ it. Had me a city cocksucker down t’ Atlanta, oncet. Fat lips like yours. Looked real nice with my dick fuckin’ in ‘n out. So here’s how it’s gonna work. Yer gonna follow me like y’ said, down the road a piece, ‘n yer gonna suck me off, ‘n then head on out t’ wherever the fuck.”
There was an “or” in his tone. While I tend to come out on top, in every meaning of the word, in most situations, I can also recognize when discretion is the better part of the valor that would get you really fucked up. “Or?”
Bubba smirked, looking down at me. I’m not huge, just six-one, but Bubba was at least six-six, and outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. Part of the fucking turnon. “Or...I get on m’ radio, ‘n call my cousin, he’s the sheriff, ‘n give him yer license plate ‘n make ‘n model ‘n description ‘n mebbe tell him you was offerin’ to suck my dick or askin’ me t’ fuck yer pussy faggot ass. Folks in these parts don’t take kindly to that kinda shit. Or, fuck, I’ll just tell him you offered me yer little boy like a sick fuck. Y’ might survive a night over in the county jail, ‘cept, well, the others in there with y’ t’night, seein’ as it’s Saturday, might not like what y’ was in fer.”
Yes, a definite, fucking huge “or.” “But how do I know....”
An even bigger smirk. “Man, oncet I get through dumpin’ a big old load down them pussy lips, or well, mebbe two, I’m gonna be so mellow I’d fergit my paw’s name, much less all that shit ‘bout you.” He paused. “Deal?”
Like I had a fucking choice. I nodded.
A few minutes later we were going down a dirt road off the highway, and then parked off the road in a space that had clearly been used for that purpose before. Bubba got out of truck, and headed toward a path that started between two trees. He looked pointedly at me, and I got out of the car. Bubba nodded and disappeared. Theoretically, there was my chance to get the fuck away, but he’d hear the car start up, come running back, blah, blah, blah.
I went around, got Charlie out and stripped him except for his shoes. He’s well-trained. His little dicklet was hard the moment I started pulling his tee off.
“C’mon, slut, let’s go suck us some redneck cock.”
We worked our way down the path, through some bushes and into a small clearing. Bubba was there, watching and waiting, with his overalls around his ankles, showing off a very hairy belly with definite love handles, thick dark pubes, huge balls, and a longer than I’d even expected cock, drooling from big pee lips as he stroked.
Which led to the oops! moment and the instant anger and “You shittin’ me, y’motherfuckin’ faggot?”
We were still ten, twelve feet away from him. I had my car keys in my left hand, the car was unlocked. We could still make a run for it if I grabbed up Charlie.
“I don’t fuck mothers, man. Just daddies and their boys.”
Bubba’s mouth dropped open at the admission. I don’t think he realized he was still jacking, just real slow.
“And you sure the fuck were starin’ at my kid’s cock while he was pissing, so I figured you wouldn’t mind me letting him share.”
“He...uh...the kid sucks cock?”
My turn to smirk. “Best little mouth pussy in Georgia.” Possibly not. From what I’d seen of the two year old on cam, if I ever managed to get there, that kid might give Charlie a run for the money. I tousled my cum whore’s hair.
“Aren’t you, Charlie?”
“Unh-ha.”
“So what would you like this nice man to do, kiddo?”
“Fuck my pussy.”
A chip off the old pedo block. Talented kid cunt, big drooling hairy meat, logical choice.
“Which one?”
The “Huh?” from Bubba happened the same time my little slut turned around, and as he’d done so often, bent forward so I could also lean forward and use my thumbs to spread his fat little cheeks wide, and give Bubba a nice view of his thick brown pussy lips. The prime sign of a well-fucked boy cunt.
Bubba stared, stared some more, licked his licks. His cock spurted precum. But then he pulled back, started to shake his head. “Uh, no, I ain’t....”
Well, fuck me royally. A pedo virgin. I loved pedo virgins, having my boy cunt get their cherries.
“Shit, man, you’ve had your dick sucked by a guy before, right?”
“Well, uh, yeah.”
“Fucked some guy’s ass when you were horny and no regular pussy around.”
Bubba kind of looked away from me, though there was an odd expression in his eyes, and nodded.
“Well, there’s nothing hotter and tighter than my five year old’s mouth, unless it’s his little boy pussy. And he’s a slut for cocks like yours.”
Charlie had straightened up and turned around while I was doing my pitch. Good little sales slut that he is, he’d walked up to Bubba, reached up for the thick meat and had it pulled down and the knob in his whore mouth before I finished.
Bubba gulped.
He looked down and gulped again as Charlie my cunt leaned in, opened his throat like he’d been taught and swallowed Bubba’s man meat all the way down to his smelly pubes. He reached out a tentative hand and put it on Charlie’s head, caressing the boy’s hair.
“Fuck the little slut’s face, man.”
Bubba looked up and over at me, his eyes pausing on my hand pumping my drooling cock. “Uh, you sure?”
I nodded, giving him permission to be rough. He took me up on it, putting both strong hands on the sides of my five year old’s head to hold him in place while he started pumping his hips, pulling that long prick all the way out until just the big knob was inside Charlie’s plump lips, then shoving all the way in again, making the boy gag and choke, but not letting up.
Part of Charlie’s struggling was the little whore role-playing, giving the customer what he wanted, but some of it was real, and it got more real the longer and harder Bubba fucked. I dropped to my knees behind my choking slut, stuck three fingers in my mouth to slick them up, made a triangle and shoved them up the whore’s cunt. My boy’s scream was muffled by the cock in his throat.
“Y’ gonna....”
“Fuck, man, if you aren’t gonna use his pussy, I sure the fuck am. He likes being used at both ends.”
Bubba stopped fucking Charlie’s throat, although he kept Charlie’s nose buried in his raunchy pubes, leaned forward to watch my three fingers fucking in and out of the boy cunt. “I think I want me somma that.”
I smirked. Stopped fingering the hole. “Figured you might.”
Bubba let Charlie go and he stood there for a moment, holes temporarily empty, heaving and gasping for air. I grabbed my son, turned him and shoved him to the ground. He immediately got on all fours, head down, his fat ass angled up. Bubba shuffled a step forward, went down on his knees, sat back on his haunches, fisting his slimy cock, and looked at my boy’s fine, fine hole.
“He really...?”
“Fuck, yes. I’ve been training his cunt since he was born. Fingers, small dildos. Fucked him on his first birthday. Not all the way in of course, took a while longer for that, but I seeded that baby hole.”
Bubba licked his lips. “Uh, I bet that, uh, hurt?”
My smile and tone were smug and satisfied. “Fuck, yeah. Still does, sometimes, if the cock is big enough and it’s shoved deep without a lot of lube.”
Bubba looked at my eight inches, looked at his slightly longer, slightly fatter, slightly spit wet meat. Fucker didn’t even bother to ask my permission. Just raised up, leaned over my boy, seated his oozing pee lips on my kid’s cunt, grabbed his waist and punched that fucker all the way into the boy pussy.
Charlie’s wail wasn’t the fake one he’s used on some of the men molesting him, it was real. And loud. But fuck, it wasn’t as if we were in the handicapped toilet stall in a really upscale French restaurant with a dago shoving his donkey-sized prick into Charlie’s four year old cunt, while I clamped a hand over his mouth so his screams wouldn’t be heard. Been there, done that.
Charlie screamed again when Bubba jerked his meat all the way out, looked at the gaping hole, and shoved it back in again. And then started a brutal fuck of five year old boy bottom, his big paws gripping the boy’s waist, probably tight enough to bruise. Damn, when I finally found Bob’s place, I’m sure he and his sons would get fucking turned on when I told them about this.
Bubba’s breathing was getting ragged as he pounded that pussy. He stopped, though, looked at me. “Fuck his mouth. I wanna see his daddy seed his mouth while I breed his pussy.”
Fine by me. Bob wouldn’t think anything of my knees being dirty when we pulled up. He already knew I liked to suck dick, too. Sometimes I like to bottom and this trip was one of those times. Fucking the two year old as often as I wanted was part of the pay for me and my son being used all weekend. My cock still out of my pants, I knee-walked to Charlie’s front, grabbed his hair, I keep it long for that reason, yanked his head up and shoved daddy dick down his throat.
My kid came. Just like that. A gasping, heaving dry cum that triggered both of us into hip slamming, rapid fucking into his baby holes. Charlie couldn’t have moved if he tried, but the two men molesting him, abusing his holes, held him tight while they fucked him hard, sending him into three more quick cums that just made the pleasure all the greater for us, and then with a loud groan, Bubba bred my boy’s pussy, and a second later I slimed his mouth.
We held that pose for a second, me regretting I wouldn’t have a picture of my exhausted little boy sagging between two well-sexed men, and then we slid our dicks out of the holes we’d just used. Bubba’s cock was barely starting to go soft, when I nudged Charlie out of the way and moved in to take my turn at deep throating his meat, enjoying the taste of his cum and Charlie’s ass juices, the sweaty, musky smell of his pubes. Another regret was not getting a chance to eat out his smelly asshole. But we did have to get back on the road, though I still had to figure out where the fuck we’d gone wrong.
I continued cleaning Bubba’s dick until he touched my head and said, “Whoa, man, enough. ‘sides, I gotta take a wicked piss.”
I looked up at him, smiled around his meat and he got the message. Surprise, surprise.
“You’re a piss-drinkin’ faggot? Well, fuck, I gotta do this right.” Bubba pulled his dick out of my mouth and stood up, holding his dick piss-style, looked down at me on my knees, my naked well-fucked five year old right beside me. “Him, too?”
Charlie and I both nodded. I started to lean forward to get his dick in my mouth, but it was my turn for a surprise. He just started pissing. In my open mouth. On my face, my hair, my clothes. And he moved his dick a bit and sprayed Charlie, too. Hot, acrid, smelly piss dousing us, until the flow stopped and he roughly told me to get my mouth on his meat so I could have the rest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I really hadn’t planned on arriving at Bob’s place in piss-damp, raunchy clothes, but there wasn’t any point in changing into clean clothes from the suitcase in the trunk without a shower first. So I did what I was told, yeah, yeah, sometimes I can take orders, and served Bubba as a talented urinal, gulping down the rest of his piss. And fuck but there was a lot of it.
When he was finally done I was hard again, and jacking. I figured what the fuck, another cum wouldn’t hurt.
Surprise number two. “I’d hold off on that for a bit,” Bubba said. The surprise wasn’t the words, but the fact the redneck, good ol’ boy accent was gone.
He leaned to the side, pulled his overalls up a bit, dug around in a pocket, and pulled out a satellite phone. He punched a number that was obviously a speed dial and hit send.
“Hey, paw,” not-Bubba said when the call was answered, and the words were clearly mocking me. “It seems this dumb shit Yankee took a left instead of a right and wound up at old man Hill’s place.”
Third surprise. He had to be talking to Bob.
He listened, laughed. “Well, of course I did. Kid’s got a talented cunt just like you thought, and his dad’s just as much of a slut.” More listening. “Okay. We’ll be there soon.”
He shut the phone off, extended a hand. I grabbed on and stood up.
“Let me see your cunt.”
He was obviously going to see it, and probably use it once we got to his father’s place, but what the fuck. I unbuckled, unbuttoned, dropped my pants to my ankles. Commando, naturally. I keep my pubes and balls shaved baby bottom smooth, but he already knew that, since he’d obviously seen the pictures of me molesting Charlie, and my Chink slut. I jacked a couple of strokes, turned around, and leaned forward, grasping my knees.
“I’m Edward,” he said, his breath flowing over my own thick pussy lips. He fingered my hole and then shoved two fingers all the way in. I expected something like that so all I did was grunt. And moan when he unerringly found my prostate and rubbed. He rubbed some more and I spurted precum. Spurted more when he told me he planned on fucking me hard while I was fucking his two year old. Groaned when he shoved a third finger in.
I started jacking, but he yanked his fingers out and slapped my ass. “C’mon.”
I straightened, pulled my pants up and got myself together. He held his fingers out so I could taste my ass and clean them off, and then got his own act together. He held his hand out to the naked five year old, who took it, and he headed back to where we parked.
Charlie said something I didn’t hear and Edward laughed. “Yeah, dad’s place is jus’ down th’ dirt road a piece, ‘n it’s right purty, too.” He laughed again with a look over his shoulder at me.
As he put Charlie into the car seat, making sure he played with the boy’s stiffie, and twisted his fat titties a bit, there was another question. “You ever get fucked side by side with your dad, kiddo?”
Charlie nodded eagerly. “Unh-ha. Sometimes daddy likes to have men molest both of us. There’s a park, and a truck stop, and....”
Edward put a hand over Charlie’s mouth to cut him off. He was still leaning inside my car and I was admiring his big, muscled ass.
“Hmmm. So your daddy likes dick in his cunt, just like you?” Charlie nodded. “And dildos?” Another nod.
“How about fists?”
Charlie’s eyes just got wide. So did mine.
Edward removed his hand. “Would you like to fuck your daddy?”
Yet another nod, but my son’s face was sad. “But my dickie’s too small.”
“True, but you know how your daddy likes to rough fuck you?”
“Unh ha.”
“Well, you could rough fuck your daddy. See, my daddy has this big sling, and we can put your daddy in it, and we could grease up your fist, fuck, kid, we’ll grease up your whole arm, and you can rough fuck your daddy. Would you like that?”
Christmas in Georgia in fucking July. A really, really, really eager head up and down and up and down, and a big grin.
“And you think, when you’re all done fist fucking your daddy, and he’s still in that sling, he might like to have my fist up his cunt? Would you like to see that while maybe my daddy fucks your boy pussy?”
If Charlie’s eyes, or mine, got any wider when he made a fist of his right hand to demonstrate, they would have popped out.
All Charlie could do at this point was giggle and say “yes.”
I wasn’t asked for my opinion.
And later that day, Charlie got his wish. And Edward got his. As my aching, abused cunt will testify. As we went to bed to get a little bit of rest after all the sex, I knew it was Edward’s turn in the sling the next day, and wondered whether I could get both of the two year old’s feet into Edward’s pussy, or just one.
I found out.