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 1: Chuck
	Warnings: Mb, extreme pedo, ws
	(c) 2009 storieseric@gmail.com

Everybody hears of these children who are used as sex toys by their parents from the days of changing diapers accompanied by oral sex and watersports play. But you never hear stories of what happens to them as they grow up. Well, I don't know if I'm a normal case, but I'll tell you what happened to me.

I was adopted by my fathers when I was four months old. I think aunt Claire is my mother. She's only 17 years older than me, and she's Daddy Chase's favorite sister. Daddy Chase is only a year older but had been living with Daddy Rae for a long time already. They fell in love when Daddy Chase was 13 and Daddy Rae was 28. Plenty of stories there, some typical, some not. Aunt Claire and grandma knew of my daddies' marriage at the time I was adopted, but no one else. It wasn't until Daddy Chase graduated college, when I was 5, that he announced his marriage to his family. I don't think Daddy Rae's family knows even now. I don't see them at Christmas or on birthdays.

Daddy Rae is black with pale palms and the soles of his feet. He's got lots of creative energy and is always drawing or modeling on his computer. He also loves swimming and drumming and martial arts. He's tall and cuddly, not fat. He's certainly nothing like the black men you usually read about in these stories. He's got an average sized willy, maybe 6.5" long and not thick or thin.

Daddy Chase is German/Irish with a few other things thrown in. He's a professional student. At least until he finds out what he wants to do when he grows up. He's about a head shorter than Daddy Rae, dark-haired, and has a slightly smaller willy, but I'd still call it average.

So, you pretty much know what happened in my early years. I sucked both daddies' cocks regularly, but not daily. Daddy Chase liked to drink from me, and I would occasionally drink from Daddy Rae. Daddy Chase would also drink from Daddy Rae, but Daddy Rae never drank, and no one drank from Daddy Chase. That kept the toxins from being recycled.

Both daddies had their fingers in my bottom by the first month. I think they also left a little dildo in me sometimes when they put my diaper back on. Before I was 1 year old Daddy Chase managed to get the head of his willy in my bum and came inside me. By the time I learned to talk, I was used to my daddies mounting me every weekend. Sometimes I'd get both daddies both days, but more often just one each day.

They showed me how to play with myself and how to suck myself. I liked those things, but didn't do them that often. Usually just when I was wanting attention and being ignored. Sex is fun, but doesn't obsess me like it seems to for adults. When I wanted to run around and play, I'd happily do that alone or with whoever else wanted to play too. When I wanted to feel sexy or get a dry orgasm, I wanted to do that with one or both of my daddies, not alone. Although I admit to spending hours sucking myself while watching cartoons upside down.

Oh yes, and the movies. I suppose like any parents with a camcorder, my daddies wanted to record all my firsts, and lots of special events. The difference was all the naughty videos got put on special blue disks and only shown to certain people. Some of them were made into little movies, but not published. Daddy Rae says when I'm ready to go to college, if I want to, he'll help me get them published for some extra cash. It'll probably come with a trip overseas to meet with the right people.

Finally, there's me.  Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin that tans kindof red and makes my sun bleached arm and leg hairs stand out.  And it takes forever to go away, too.  I wouldn't mind so much if my parents let me sunbathe nude.  Anyway, people call me cute often enough that it only embarrasses me.  I've always been shy in public and very affectionate with people I know.  It's hard to describe my build, especially since it changes so much.  Aside from my baby fat, I've always been skinny for my age.  My daddies try to feed me more, but all that does is make me more hyper the next day.

My earliest memory is when I was... 2? 3? 4?  I knew to say hi politely, to say how old I was, and stuff like that.  I also knew that my daddies had special friends they would play with sometimes, and sometimes these special friends would want to play with me too, which I could only do if one of my daddies was around.

I assume we were at a furry convention.  All I remember about the place was lots of people, some friendly dogs, and the swimming pool.  And the hot tub that I jumped into, thinking it was a bubble bath.

We were in the elevator, me naked except for the towel and Daddy Rae in his over baggy swim trunks.  I don't know where my trunks were.  That's probably why we were in the elevator.  Someone got in with us.  Peppery beard, hawaiian shirt, smelling of garlic chinese, and with a camera around his neck.  I honestly mostly remember the camera.

"Hey Ben," he and daddy made happy greeting words.  "This your kid?"

"Just a little drowned rat I rescued downstairs.  Eric, say 'hi' to Chuck."  I turned to my daddy's leg and hugged instead of saying 'hi'.  Dad had just told him of my latest mistake.  I didn't hear much but chuckling for a while, though no doubt they said things.  My ears burned down to my spine.  I buried my face between Daddy Rae's legs, at about knee level.  I would have liked to suckle or drink from him for the comfort it gives me, but Daddy Rae would have to help.  Instead, he lifted my towel enough to show off my bottom, and I tuned into the conversation again.

"Very cute."  Chuck liked me.  Maybe I could let go of my security leg.

"Would you like that, Eric?  Would Chuck be fun to play with?"  I knew that question more by tone of voice than how it was phrased.  Daddy Rae really liked me playing with his friends.  I took a good look at Chuck, imagining him hugging me.

"Teddybear."  That caused both of them to laugh.

"I guess he likes you too.  But first we both need a shower."

"Nooooo!"  The elevator door opened and I was out in a flash, leaving the towel behind.  A poor woman yelped out of my way as I ducked into her room.  Daddy Rae chased after me with the towel, appologizing and threatening in the same breath.

Ultimately I was wrapped up in a ball and tickled into submission.  Memory fails me at this point until I was being dried off by Chuck.  He really was a teddybear.  Soft hands and soft motions.  I put my hands on his shoulders while he knealt in front of me, caressing my arms and legs with a soft cloth.  As his hands slid up my thighs and onto my bottom, he brushed my nipples with his lips.  A small patch of stubble made me squirm and push him away.  He just smiled and lifted me into his arms as he stood up.

Daddy Rae was already on the bed, half hard and shaved.  As soon as I touched the bed, I crawled between his legs, growling "Mine!" and taking the head of his willy into my mouth.  Now I was happpy and safe.  Chuck got into the bed with us, saying something about how beautiful we looked together.

My world melted into sensations.  Daddy Rae's cock swelling in my mouth, leaking a soft muskiness I always thought of as heat.  Two sets of hands roamed my body, drawing purrs and squirms from me.  My legs wrapped around one adult leg then another, thrusting my stiffy against soft teddybear muscles or firm flesh with rough curly hairs.  One hand or another would part my cheeks, dragging rough adult fingers over my bum hole.  Each finger slipped a little further in, and I would always arch into it, wanting even more.

More came soon enough.  Both men rose to their knees as I was rolled onto my back.  Daddy Rae lifted my legs and Chuck pressed his willy against my bum hole.  I suckled daddy's willy deep, letting it enter my throat, which relaxed me enough for Chuck's willy to slip in.

It hurt a little, as always, but not much.  I was more involved with the feeling of fullness, and the thickness in my throat.  Both men moaned, which made me squirm with pleasure.  I looked up past daddy's willy to see them smiling at each other like they were about to kiss.

Chuck drew my right leg to his belly while my left fell across his thigh.  His free hand stroked from my chest to my crotch.  His hips rocked slowly, working his stiffy deeper into my bum.  Daddy Rae pulled back until just the tip of his willy was in my mouth, letting me breathe deeply while I stretched inside.

I held my daddy's stiffy tight in my hands, forgetting to stroke and milk him.  He didn't mind, though.  He pulled Chuck close and kissed him with an open mouth and a knowing chuckle.

I felt Chuck poke the back of my rectum and moved my hips a little.  Chuck let out a shuddering moan, no doubt thinking he'd gotten in me as far as he could go.  Two more pokes and I felt him slip into my intestines.

"Oh God!" he gasped, and I couldn't help but giggle around Daddy Rae's cock.  My willy was by now soft, but Chuck took it into his hand like he was going to masturbate me and pulled my body as close to him as he could.  I felt tingly all over with the knowledge that I was making him feel that way.  I was sexy and special and he loved how I felt.

My giggle was enough to let Daddy Rae know I was streatched enough and would be getting hard again soon.  He started rocking in time with Chuck, his stiffy entering my throat each time Chuck's pubes mashed against my bottom.  It wasn't exactly bliss but it was lots of fun and one of my favorite activities.  I felt warm inside where I had stiffies in me.  I squirmed and pressed my body into the hands that caressed me.  If I had my eyes open I could see the mix of lust and bliss and sometimes love on their faces.  If I closed my eyes all the sensations would magnify until I shuddered and squealed with a dry orgasm.

The first time I did that Chuck almost came, but Daddy Rae stopped him by biting his nipple.  I have no idea how long it lasted or which adult came first or how many dry orgasms I had.  None of that mattered to me.  It was just lots of fun for as long as the fun lasted.  Afterwards I might nap, or more likely I'd do something to get them chasing me around the room again, or whatever other game seemed fun at the time.
