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Keywords: m/b/m. Incest, mast, pedo



I dropped my beer and just about pissed myself. I stared into my friend's eyes, trying to find some form of intention. I couldn't pinpoint if he was angry or not.

Douglas put all his attention on the burgers, placing the rest of them on the serving plate. When the last hamburger patty was on the plate, Douglas faced away from me and he was shaking his head slightly. Finally, my friend turned around and leaned in close to talk quietly again.

“It's a little weird.” Douglas whispered, “Not because he's so young, but because we're so close.” He studied my face for a reaction.

I'm sure I looked terrified and stupid. “I guess.” I barely said.

“Maybe that's why you didn't say anything when you found my porn?” Douglas asked, showing a very concerned expression. “I was freaking out when I saw that you had downloaded two of my files.”

I sat up in my seat and watched my friend carefully, making sure he was being truthful. I hadn't considered that maybe he was scared that I had found his stash.

“I was sure you were going to go to the cops or something.” Douglas said, in a shaky voice. “I thought I was fucked, but then I saw you jacking off to Joey's picture.” He stood up again and played with the barbeque tongs and added, “So I decided to let you have access to my stuff again.”

My eyes opened wide in surprise, and I felt a smile hit my face.

Douglas shook his head and smiled back at me. “Please tell me what you're thinking, cause I'm still freaking out a little.”

I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. “I think its awesome.” I said, as quiet as I could.

I saw Douglas' shoulders relax as he let out a long sigh and chuckled. “All this worrying for nothing.”

“Psh!” I said, “I was worried that you would be mad because I was stealing your stuff.”

Douglas showed me a surprised face and burst out in loud laughter. I laughed right along with my friend, feeling the tension drain from the situation.

“So,” Douglas said, when we calmed down. “What do we do now?”

I gulped and then quietly asked, “Can you tell me more about Drive 'z'?”

Douglas smirked and shook his head. He started to say something but then his wife, Wendy, walked up and started to get things ready for serving the burgers.

I stood and got a new beer to replace the one that I had dropped. It was a mess of people at the table as everyone fixed their burgers with their favorite toppings. Douglas was next to me in the serving line and every time we caught each others eye, he looked away, but I could see the hint of a smile. There was something new in our relationship and I was hoping that he liked it as much as I did.

We sat in the circle of chairs again, eating our burgers. All of the other adults talked about things and laughed, but Douglas and I were quiet. It felt like the only thing that was worth talking about, was the new secret that I shared with my best friend.

“I can't get it open, Dad.” Joey said, handing a can of grape soda to his father. Douglas quickly took the can and opened it, but slowed a bit when he noticed that I was watching.

“Here you go pal.” Douglas said as he handed the opened can to his son.

I took my eyes off of my friend and his boy and focused on eating my hamburger. Wendy talked with me for a bit, asking questions about the new metal handles that I had bought for my cupboard doors. I told Wendy that I really liked the design and thanked her for suggesting the site where I purchased them. Those random conversations about everyday things, like cupboard handles, seemed strange and out of place as I waited to talk about boys with my friend.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't see myself jacking off with my friend while we looked at pictures. Since he knew I was gay and I thought he was straight, our conversations had never gone into anything remotely sexual, and it made things odd.

More than anything, I was eager to know where Douglas had gotten a hold of so many risque photos of boys. I was also curious to know if there were any erotic pictures of Joey, but I felt like I shouldn't ask. There was a clear line to cross now that I knew that we both enjoyed the same things, but it was tough to find a comfortable way to cross that line.

As the afternoon went on, Douglas and I tried to find opportunities to chat in private, but it wasn't easy with so many people and kids running around. Finally, as the sun went down and Wendy started to slow cook ribs on the smoke grill, Douglas and I went inside to sit in his living room. The other adults stayed outside while Douglas and I sat on the couch and the younger kids watched a cartoon movie. The two boys that were a bit older than Joey, stayed outside to throw the football out front, but Joey stayed.

I got a bit shaky when I saw Joey climb up to sit on his Daddy's lap. I suddenly felt ashamed to look at them, wondering if my friend was thinking that I was 'perving' as I watched. Joey was only sitting with his dad, but it still felt strange to look.

Douglas was quiet as his boy fidgeted on his lap. He barely paid any attention the Joey and just stared at the coffee table, in silence.

“Go sit on the floor.” Douglas said, patting Joey's bare tummy. Joey obeyed, hopping down and then running to plop himself in front of the television.

My palms were sweating as I watched my friend look like he was about to throw up. I shifted where I sat on the couch, trying to wait patiently. After a bit, I couldn't take it anymore.

“It's okay, man.” I said. I moved to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but then stopped myself. “We don't have to talk about things. We can just keep on like before.”

Douglas slowly shook his head, keeping quiet for a minute. Finally, with a quick sigh, Douglas spoke, “I have to get past this odd feeling that we shouldn't talk about...” He hushed his voice when he said the last part, “boys.”

“Take your time.” I suggested, “We don't have to talk about anything today.” I cringed inside, kicking myself for saying it, but I bad for him because this was really messing with him.

“No.” Douglas said. He sat back against the couch and looked me in the eyes and smiled. “When I was little,” He said, sighing deep, and keeping his voice at a whisper, “My dad used to touch me. He would wait until my mom was out. She would be shopping or visiting my aunts, and we would jump into bed and make each other feel...awesome.”   

I noticed Douglas adjust the material at the crotch of his shorts, but I didn't look away. I felt a hot numb feeling in my own crotch as I started to get hard.

“My Dad didn't rape me.” Douglas whispered, leaning a bit closer to me. “He touched me, in sensual ways that made me feel good, and special. It was always up to me if I wanted to feel good. I got to decide what I wanted and sometimes I just wanted to play board games with Dad, and that was okay too. He gave me all of the attention that a growing boy should have and I loved my Dad for it.”

“That's amazing.” I breathed.

“So,” Douglas said, letting out a long breathe, “When Joey was old enough to jump around and understand what was going on...” He stopped talking, looking like words were stuck in his throat. “I wanted to give him the same attention that my dad gave me. Originally, I thought it could be done without make it sexual, but I kept getting hard while I played with my boy. I found that I liked the way his little wiener looked when he was naked.”

Douglas was breathing hard, like he had just gotten done running. I felt okay patting him on the shoulder, and told him it was alright. He sat back against the couch, trying to calm his breathing, and I couldn't help but notice that he was fully erect. 

Douglas caught me staring at the hardon in his pants, and it made him laugh. “Perv!” He quipped.

“Whatever, dude,” I laughed, “You're the one with the boner, who's admitting naughty stuff.”

“Yeah,” Douglas replied, “But you're the one who likes older guys too.”

His response, quieted me. He was right, I liked older guys as well as the young ones. Douglas has seen me with boyfriends that I've had in the past, so I suppose it was clear that I had a wide range of attraction.

“It's alright, Darren.” Douglas said, quietly. “That's why I'm telling you about my dad, so you understand that we're probably different. You're gay all over, where as I think I like boys because it reminds me of the good old days or something like that.”

“Gay all over, huh?” I asked, with a silent chuckle.

“Yeah.” He said, “You like big man-dicks.”

“And you like miniature sized ones.” I laughed.

“Fuck you.” Douglas said, trying to hide a smile. “Eat a dick!”

“What size?” I asked, making us both laugh out loud.

“I'm just saying,” Douglas added, bringing his voice back down. “We're both hard right now and we're feeling things. Its a little awkward, I guess.”

I let out a long sigh, saying, “Don't worry, I won't try to touch your man-dick.”

Douglas went quiet and I could tell that he didn't know what to say. I shrugged and told him not to worry about it.

I leaned closer and asked very quietly, “What about drive 'z'?”

Douglas stared off at nothing for a bit and I caught a silent laugh. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. Finally Douglas said, “Let's just say that I met a guy online who gave those pictures to me.”

I shook my head, “No, there's more to the story, and I want to know it.”

Douglas released a long sigh and then said, “I wanted to know if there were other fathers out there who might be raising their son's the same way I was. I found a message board for incest stories and I got to talking to this one guy who seemed like a 'yes-man' to everything I told him. I was happy to be chatting with some one who liked little boys too and I ended up sending him some family pictures of us going camping with the neighbors and a couple of other families.” 

Douglas paused and shifted in his seat. “Just hear me out before you judge, okay?” He asked.

“You got it.” I agreed.

It took Douglas a few but re continued, “The guy really liked the pictures, but he liked them for a different reason than I expected. He got all hot and bothered because there were two white saint Bernard dogs in the pictures.” Douglas put his hand up, telling me to stop, “Just wait.” He said, “I don't like that kind of stuff either, but he said that if I could get more pictures of the dogs, he would send me some erotic pictures of boys.”

My mouth had dropped open and my eyes were wide as I stared at my friend in disgust.

“Just listen!” Douglas demanded in an urgent hush tone, “I didn't do anything naughty, I just took some simple photo's of the dogs sitting down or running around in the neighbor's back yard. I felt like a fucking idiot, trying to take shots of those dogs. I figured that they weren't the kind that the guy would want and thought that he wouldn’t send me anything in the end. Well, to my surprise, the guy went ape shit over them and sent me some of the hottest pictures of thirteen year old boys, that I have ever seen.”

I shook my head and trying to fight a smile, while I let my friend explain.

“Well,” Douglas said, “he only sent like, ten pictures and I wanted more. This was the real stuff and I didn't know where else to get it. The guy said that he would keep sending me really hot shit, if I sent him pictures of what he really wanted.”

My dick had shriveled a bit, but I said and waited eagerly.

Douglas leaned in real close to me, saying, “He wanted pictures of squirrels.”

I laughed so loud that the kids in the room turned to look at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth as I tried to quiet my red-faced laughter. Tears were rolling down my face and I could see the laughter catching on Douglas. The kids lost interest and went back to watching tv. When I finally caught my breath and was able to listen, Douglas continued.

“I know, it sounds retarded, but what could I do? This guy had the good shit and I needed it.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I chased goddamn squirrels around the park for a whole month!” Douglas answered, chuckling a little, “Every time I sent him pictures of squirrels, he sent me folders full of hot porn. I felt fucking stupid doing it, but the end result was worth it.”

I laughed quietly again and asked, “Are you still taking pictures of squirrels?”

“Fuck no!” Douglas whispered, “I finally dropped the park project, and just started sending him random squirrel pics from the internet. I think he caught on because he stopped talking to me after a while.”

“Wow,” I said, wiping the tears from laughter. “How much stuff did you get away with?”

Douglas sat up in his seat and I saw a wide eyed expression of excitement. “The stuff in drive 'z' is just a small portion of what I got from him.” He gulped and looked around, making sure no one would hear. “Forty eight Gigs worth.”

“Holy fuck!” I yelped. I placed my own hand over my mouth, staring at Douglas' nervous smile.

“Yeah.” Douglas said, in a shaky voice. “I think its like seven thousand pictures.”

“Oh my god!” I whispered, “That's a lot of squirrels!”

“Tell me about it, man!” Douglas said. “After I started sending the guy a constant stream of photos, he kept sending bigger and bigger files. One day I woke up to find my email filled with stuff that he sent. I was surprised when he started sending me videos.”

“Do you have a lot of videos?” I asked, hearing the nervous squeak in my words.

“Oh yes.” Douglas said, under his breath. “I have a whole folder with videos of men getting tea-bagged by their little boys. I noticed that those are the kind of files you downloaded from me.”

“Fucking hot!” I whispered, as I pinched the hardon in my shorts. “Can I see one now?”

Douglas glanced at his computer desk at the other end of the room. “Not really.” He said, “Too many people here right now.” I noticed Douglas gently massaging the hardon in his own shorts as he said, “But I'll leave a folder open for you tonight, so you can watch them.”

“Thanks, man.” I replied.

Douglas' hand quickly slapped my bare knee and I saw him cover his crotch. I sat up and turned to see Wendy walk into the kitchen with a couple of the other wives trailing behind.

“The ribs will be ready in about 45 minutes.” Wendy said, from the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks, Honey.” Douglas called out, across the room.

We waited for Wendy and the other girls to carry out serving trays and plates to the back yard. When the coast was clear, Douglas peeked at the kids on the floor, making sure they were focused on the movie. Next, Douglas grabbed the boner in his shorts and massaged it vigorously.

I grabbed my own erection and kneaded at the material of my shorts. I caught Douglas staring at my hand on my dick and I said, “I guess its not so awkward, huh?”

My friend didn't answer, but he kept staring as I rubbed myself.

I had to lean in again to hear Douglas' super quiet words, “There are whole video's of little boys riding their daddy's faces.” He whispered, rubbing his shorts faster. “The boys shove their whole weight against daddy's mouth when they start having an orgasm.”

I followed my friend's movements, masturbating myself at a faster rate. I kept glancing at the kitchen doorway to make sure no one would come in and find us, as well as glancing at the kids on the floor, hoping that they wouldn't turn around.

Douglas suddenly sat back against the couch and scooted down more. My heart raced as I watched him unzip the crotch of his shorts.

“What the hell?” I whispered, “Some one could walk in!”

It didn't seem to matter to Douglas. I saw my buddy pull out his seven inch hardon and start jacking it in the open. Douglas was uncut and I couldn't help but be turned on as I watched the dark red head pop up and then disappear into the foreskin as he masturbated.

“Jack off with me.” Douglas said so quiet that I barely heard it.

I looked at the kids in front of the tv feeling terrified that they could turn around any second. I glanced toward the doorway to the kitchen again and felt a rush of adrenaline as I considered doing it. As long as no one saw us, it would be the hottest thing ever. 

My fingers held the zipper-pull on my shorts and I quietly unzipped myself. I reached into grab my hardon, to pull it out and that's when I heard footsteps in the kitchen. I felt my pulse jolt as I covered my crotch and Douglas sat up quickly and covered himself. 

No one came into the living room or even peeked in. Who ever was in there, went back outside again. My heart was racing too fast. I took a minute to catch my breath, but saw Douglas scoot back down again and pull his dick out. I shook my head in protest, but he just kept jacking himself.

I mouthed the word, 'Stop', but he didn't acknowledge it. I decided to keep watch while he jacked off, instead of taking the risk with him. I glanced back at the kitchen again and that's when I felt Douglas' hand grab mine and place it on his erection. My wide eyes shot a questioning look at him, but he just stared at me with a pleading expression. I kept looking around while letting my had pump his shaft. My eyes would go back to see my friend's look of complete ecstasy. It was turning me on, that I was giving pleasure to the man who had the hottest collection of porn. I was getting brave again and didn't think there would be a problem with what I did next. I glanced toward the kitchen again and saw that the coast was clear and then I lowered my head to take half of Douglas' cock into my mouth. I felt my friend's hand on the back of my head as I bobbed on his dick a few times.

We were a bit slower in our response time when we heard noises in the kitchen again, but we recovered quick enough.

Douglas sat up, breathing harder. “Come here, Joey.” He said.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

Douglas didn't answer me, he just kept quiet as he ran his hands over Joey's shirtless top half. Whoever was in the kitchen, went back outside again. Douglas put his fingers into the waistband of Joey's swim trunks that he still had on. I gasped and felt my dick twitch while I watched my buddy fish his hands into his six year old's shorts.

“Wanna see it?” Douglas asked.

My mouth dropped open, little Joey smiled at me and then looked down at his daddy's hand in his shorts.

“Yes, please.” I barely uttered.

Douglas grabbed the waistband of Joey's trunks and pulled. I leaned over looking into the opening, seeing that Joey wasn't wearing undies. The boy's daddy had already stimulated him, making his tiny dick rise to attention. I let out a quick huff of air as I laid eyes on the softest skin of a crotch that had no hair at all. Joey reached his hand in and tugged at the soft foreskin that covered his little erection. The boy smiled at me proudly, as he played with his dick.

“You're amazing!” I quietly exclaimed, with a smile.

“You wanna have quiet fun with Darren?” Douglas asked his boy.

Joey nodded his head excitedly and Douglas released the elastic waistband, letting it slap on his son's skin. I didn't know what Douglas had in mind and I was panicking yet getting more turned on at the same time.

Douglas picked up his six year old boy and set him so that he was straddling my waist. I was about to protest, but every time that I had done it before, I was ignored. My heart was pounding and my dick was twitching because of how close Joey was. I placed my hands on Joey's sides, feeling how smooth his skin was. I flinched when I felt Douglas' hand reach into my unzipped shorts to pull my boner out. Our eyes met as he held my dick. We exchanged a look of knowing and excitement. Douglas pumped my dick a few times, looking me in the eyes the whole time. I gasped when I watched Douglas take the right leg of Joey's trunks, pull it aside and then insert the tip of my dick.

“Push.” Douglas ordered.

I held my breath as I pushed my hips up, inserting the length of my shaft to rest against the side of Joey's smooth boy dick. I held onto the little boy's hips as I began grinding my cock against his soft boy skin.

“Have to go slow.” Joey's little voice whispered.

“What if some one sees us?” I asked.

“Then you sit up straight.” Douglas answered. “When you roll your hips back, your dick will pull into your shorts. But don't do that unless you have to. If anyone sees, it'll just look like he's sitting on your lap. See?” Douglas let go of the material of his son's shorts and you couldn't see my dick at all.

I started rubbing against Joey's baby smooth skin with more force, but he corrected me again.

“Gotta go slow.” Joey whispered.

I slowed down, almost to a stop. I was thrusting my hips against him, but at super slow speed.

“Like that.” Joey said.

“He knows what he's doing.” Douglas said. He kissed his son on the cheek and added, “We practice a lot, cause sometimes mommy is in the next room when we want to have fun.”

Joey was rolling his hips with mine, looking catatonic, yet in ecstasy.

The credits rolled on the movie that the kids were watching and suddenly the room was loud with kids running all over the place. I was startled and almost rolled my hips to pull my dick back, but Douglas told me not to. “No one knows what's going on.” He whispered into my ear. “Make him feel good.” 

It was hard to resist the temptation to grab the boy in my lap and thrust against him with full force. I wanted to kiss him and tell him how special he was. 

I held Joey's little cheeks in my hands, staring into his eyes as we ground our dicks together in slow motion. Suddenly I saw Joey put on a strained expression while letting out a quiet moan.

“Are you close?” Douglas asked.

Joey nodded his head, “Gonna get my good tickle.” Douglas patted his son on the back and said, “Go for it buddy.”

Two of the four year old's were arguing about something with the younger three year old boy in the room. Douglas told them to fight in the back yard. The other boys left the room, but the three year old boy named Tommy stayed behind, sitting on the other end of the couch that we were on.

Douglas put his mouth up to my ear and whispered, “Joey calls his orgasm, a good tickle. When his tickle starts, he knows to put his arms around your neck and grab tight, so it looks like you're just hugging.”

I nodded my head in response, noticing Joey's thrusting speed increase. The boy was tipping forward and his head was getting closer toward resting on my chest. 

The three year old boy, scooted closer on the couch, watching us closely. I figured he's too young to know whats going on, so I didn't try to slow Joey's fucking motions.

Finally, Joey let out a little squeal and then he threw his arms around my neck, hugging me tight. The small hips were pressing hard into my crotch and I could feel his little dick throbbing against mine. Joey's little arms held on tight and I held the small of his back while his whole body convulsed against me. I kissed Joey's soft head of hair repeatedly while he had his orgasm. I rubbed my hand is slow soothing circles on Joey's soft back as his full body jolts lessened and his muscles relaxed.

“Good boy.” I said, listening to the tired sighs against my neck.

Douglas looked past us, to the three year old on the couch and said, “Why don't you go outside and play.” The boy took one last glance at Joey and I, then jumped off the couch and ran outside. The room was empty except for myself, Douglas and Joey.

I still had my cock inside of Joey's shorts and I was rubbing against him slightly. Douglas stood up, picked up his boy and turned him so that he was facing away and so that his cute little but was resting on my dick.

“Are you close to cumming?” Douglas asked.

“Fuck yeah!” I answered.

Douglas looked toward the kitchen and the said, “The coast is clear.” Then my buddy pulled his son's shorts down so that his six year old but was naked and resting on my cock. I grabbed hold of the boy's hips and proceeded to mash my hardon against his cheeks. Within seconds, I felt that powerful warm feeling grab every muscle and begin the orgasm. I moaned into the boy's ear as I slammed against his soft skin. I held Joey's young body tight against my crotch while I shot load after load of sizzling hot cum against him. I kissed on the smooth skin of that little boy's neck while I delivered my cum. The surprising part was that I could feel Joey's little buttocks pressing back against me as I came.

When I was done cumming, I pushed Joey forward and saw all of my cum mashed against his baby smooth butt cheeks. There was some of my own cum on my shorts, but Douglas said that we could make it look like I spilled my beer on my shorts to cover it up.

Douglas pulled Joey off of me, telling me that he needed to get the boy changed quick, before dinner. I zipped myself up and watched my friend carry his cum covered boy down the hall. 

I was completely exhausted, but I was also completely satisfied. I finally got to be with the boy of my dreams, I seem to have started a deeper connection with my best friend and to top it off, he had a shit-ton of porn. Things were turning out awesome!

-End of part two


***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have NEVER happened. I don't live the lifestyle in this story. This is a work of complete fiction.  DO NOT send me pictures, my mail is set to reject attachments! I don't have any pictures, so don't even ask! This story is a fantasy and nothing else!
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