Disclaimer: This is just a story, not reality.  If this sounds like anyone you know, it's pure coincidence.  Don't read it if you're not supposed to.  You know the drill.

	Eric - Chapter 3: School
	Warnings: Mb, extreme pedo, ws
	(c) 2009 storieseric@gmail.com


Not everything was perfect in our lives.  Daddy Chase and Daddy Rae would sometimes have fights over money, chores, or grades.  Or sometimes about me.  What I was allowed to do and with whom.  And what ways I was to be treated as a sex toy.  Yeah, they called me that sometimes, usually like a pet name, but sometimes when they used it while fighting it hurt.

Daddy Rae preferred to use me as a "fluffer".  Someone that got him hard and kept him there, but not someone to cum inside often.  He wanted to share me with lots of his friends, as a special treat for them as he made love to them.  I have to admit that was often when I had the most fun, when I was with a man who had wanted to be with a boy but never thought he would get the chance.  They all expressed it differently and were always intense.

That's not to say Daddy Rae never made love to me.  It's just that when he made love to me, I was not his sex toy, I was his son.  When he made love to someone else and I was there, I was his sex toy.  Daddy Rae always focused on one person when he made love.  And if it was just sex play and not making love, he would joke about me being his sex toy but wouldn't really treat me as such.  But Daddy Rae was always better at making love than playing sex.  Some of the fights started that way, 'cause Daddy Rae would make love to me or someone else so intensely that Daddy Chase would get jealous.  Or envious?  I guess both could apply.

For Daddy Chase, a sex toy is something you have sex with, focusing on it for your pleasure, and pleasuring it back.  His favorite thing to do was to do some kinky thing with me in front of a web cam, usually with a guy on the other side making suggestions.  I've seen videos of me in diapers and so young it must've been days after I was adopted.  His second favorite thing was to stick his stiffy up my bum and stay as still as he could while stroking my stiffy until I got several dry cums.  Or until I got sore.  I learned to like having vitamin E rubbed on me alot.

Daddy Chase was turned on by others watching him play sex with me.  Daddy Rae was turned on by watching others have sex with me.  This worked out great between the three of us, but Daddy Rae was always trynig to get me to play with more people while Daddy Chase was always a bit overprotective.  Daddy Rae was always worried about who would see videos of me and who saw me on the net.  I learned early on to only talk about sex play with whoever I played with, 'cause one daddy didn't want to hear the details about what the other daddy did with me.

So, neither one knew what I got up to at school, except that I never told anyone about the sex I had with them.   They reminded me often enough not to say anything about it, but I didn't need the reminders.

My first day of school was like anyone else's first day of school.  I was into experiencing school and not hunting for sex.  Most of my first year was like that, actually.  Plaster and slides and other kids were things I didn't have at home.  And at home I got plenty of sex play, so I never missed it at school.

Donnie was the one who started things.  After school was over each day, all the kids from kindergarten to fourth grade would gather in the meeting room and play games until our parents came to pick us up.  The teachers would take turns watching over us, usually two of them 'cause there were so many of us.

Donny was one of two male teachers we had.  He usually kept us tame by reading funny stories while everyone was good.  If anyone got in trouble or if the other teacher had to leave, the story would go back on the shelf.  And if that happened, all of us would be mad at whoever caused him to stop.

Well, everyone was mad at me that day.  I can't remember what I did, but it was pretty bad for kindergarten.  I was moping at the unfairness of it all.  Donnie put me on his lap and tried to reason with me.  I imagine that if I hadn't been used to men wanting to play sex with me that I wouldn't have noticed his fingers sliding under my pants leg.  Instead, noticing helped calm me down.  As we talked, he grew bolder, hooking one finger in my underwear and lifting so his other fingers could explore my immature privates.  I smiled up at him as he touched my stiffy and stroked it gently with his fingertips.  That was all he did that day.

Less than a week later, during recess, Donnie and I were in the bathroom together.  I had scraped my knees and hip, and he was washing me off and rubbing some cream on me.

"You know we have to keep this secret, right?"

"Why?" I giggled.  I got hurt all the time.  I was a hyperactive kid.

"I'm not supposed to be in here with you.  School rules."  He was rubbing the cream over my knees very gently.

"Oh," I said.  It was true, but not limited to him.  No male teachers were allowed to be alone in the bathroom with a student.

"Why not?" I asked.  "You're just fixing my boo-boos."

He carefully rolled down the side of my shorts to expose the scrape on my hip.  "It's supposed to protect you from men who'd want to see your peepee."  As if just indicating what part of me he meant, he brushed his hand over my willy

I giggled more and got a little stiff.  "That's silly.  I don't care if men see my peepee.  I care if a girl does."  And to me, that included female teachers that the rule did not protect me against.

He wet the washcloth and cleaned the scrape, drawing a whimper from me.  "Be brave now.  Nevertheless, if you tell anyone, I'll be in trouble."

"Cross my heart," I said, then focused on being brave.  When he was done washing, I cocked my head and asked, "Do you wanna see my peepee?"

He paused and searched my eyes.  I could see the lust flicker in his.  He bent back to his task.

"I could get into real trouble for that."

"Why?"

"Becky."

"Oh."  That made perfect sense to me.  Becky was the Principal, and the only thing she hated worse than someone breaking the rules was someone intentionally doing something a rule was there to prevent.

I put my fingers under my waistband.  "I won't tell."

His hand joined mine and gently pulled the front of my shorts down.  Adults always get real intense when they're about to play sex with me, especially the first time.  He started breathing really quiet and dropped his voice to a whisper.

"You can't tell anyone, now.  Not even your mommy."  He had paused with my shorts down as far as they could go withuot revealing my willy.  The backs of his fingers brushed the side of my smooth sack.

"I don't have a mommy," I said proudly.  "I have two daddies!"

That brought his eyes back to mine.  I smiled and he smiled back.  A tiny instant where I decided I liked him.  No shock, no disbelief, no scorn.  Just open curiosity.

"Really?"

"Yeah.  Daddy Rae and Daddy Chase."

"Cool," he beamed, but got back to the point as he saw it.  "Well, you can't even tell your daddies about this.  Still wanna show me?"

I nodded and crossed my heart again.  He sighed like he had been holding his breath, and pulled my shorts and underwear to the floor.

"You're a mighty good looking boy."  I wiggled a bit at the praise.  "Now let's finish taking care of you."

I rolled my arms up in my shirt, preparing to be brave if rubbing the cream in hurt, like it had on my elbows.  The scrape on my hip wasn't as bad, and Donnie was being a lot more gentle now, for some reason.  He took a long time massaging the cream in, his other hand positioned to support me but stroking my thigh and bum.  When he was done he moved to my willy, which was still soft.

I giggled, "I'm not scraped there."

He made a shush gesture and said, "Just relax, this will feel good."  And he rubbed cream all over my willy and sack, his hand trembling as he did so.  I got a stiffy almost instantly, full of giggles and moans that Donnie kept urging me to keep quiet.

When I got close to my dry cum, he knew I couldn't keep the noise down.  He put his mouth over mine and kissed me hard.  It seemed like I came as soon as his tongue touched mine.  Little sparkles of electricity burst all along my tongue where it touched his, like pop rocks, making my dry cum go all fizzy inside my head.  I've never again had a kiss so good in my life.

"Wow!" I breathed when he broke the kiss.  I'm sure he thought I meant the orgasm.  "What was that?" I asked.

He chuckled knowingly.  "That was fun," he said as he slid my underwear back up.

"Can we do it again?"

He pat my cotton covered crotch and smiled at me.  "We have to be careful.  No one can ever find out.  Especially Becky or your Daddies."

I thought about that while he slid my shorts up.  People kissed me all the time.  Maybe this was a special kiss that only went with sex play.

"You still wanna do this again?"

I nodded.

"Can you keep it secret?"

I nodded harder and hugged him.

"Then let's go back out and play."

Throughout kindergarten, Donnie and I found more than a few excuses to be alone together.  Often, it was only enough time for a deep kiss while he groped me.  Sometimes I would grope him back.  I tried many times to recapture that kiss.  I came close, but never equalled it.

'Doing something fun' became our code for sex play.  After the first time, he wanted me to rub cream into his stiffy, too.  He always made sure we were kissing when he came, and cleaned himself off before the kiss ended.  I think he was trying to hide the knowledge of cum from me.  He could have been wanting to not gross me out.  I was curious what he was doing, of course, but I liked the kisses more.

In first grade, I was in his class.  I got away with more mischief than the other kids, but I also got punished more as well.  Sometimes the punishments were real, like when me made me stand in the corner for fighting with my best friend.  Sometimes he punishmed me only because he had to, and usually that meant staying inside for recess.  When that happened, he would make sure to stop in and 'do something fun' before recess was over.

And here's another example of how my life differs from all the stories you're likely to find.  If this were just a porn story, Donnie would do all sorts of kinky things with me, at least equalling what my daddies had already done with me.  But, whether Donnie was scared to move too fast, or if he just had a fettish for masturbating and kissing small boys, we never did more than that.

We did it alot, though.  More during first grade than other years, of course.



I just had a memory earlier than the first one I wrote about.  Some parts vivid, some fuzzy.

Daddy Chase laid me down on a towel and unfastened my diaper, which was cold and clammy.  He pressed his huge willy up against my mouth as he wiped me clean.  I opened up and mouthed the tip, naturally exploring whatever fit into my mouth.

Something pulled at my bum, so I let go of my pacifier to take a look.  Daddy Chase walked away with the diaper.  Daddy Rae kept pulling something long and pink from my bum.  He wiped my bum with a cloth, then started licking me.  He held my legs as I wriggled and cooed.  His tongue felt nice and went at least as far into me as the pink thing had.

Daddy Chase's stiffy came back and I mouthed it more.  The tongue pulled out and something thick and soft pressed into me, then started shaking around.  I'm guessing Daddy Rae got the head of his stiffy into me without hurting me, then masturbated until he came.  Daddy Case came, and I drank most of it.  They wiped me down again and put a diaper on me, without a butt plug this time.



So, yeah, some of my life reads like a porn story, and some of it doesn't.  For example, my daddies tell me they didn't have sex with me every time they changed my diaper.  Much of the time it was stinky and messy and I was crying, and none of that put them in the mood to play sex.
