Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 13:38:57 +0000
From: herb_cat@lycos.com
Subject: The Key Party

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The Key Party

Chapter 1

We don't want to be late!

It was still before 7 Saturday morning and I was half asleep. I reached
over and patted the other side of the bed and found it empty. Where was
Jesse? Now had it been a school day we'd both have been up by now,
scurrying around, finding clothes, making breakfast, looking for lost
homework. How does a ten year old boy manage to lost so much stuff? But
on the weekend, we usually loll about in bed until mid morning,
cuddling, smooching, petting.

Jesse was still four when his mom died. It's not always easy being a
single dad, but it certainly has rich rewards. Every couple months we
drive out to the cemetery and Jesse tells his mom all the stuff we've
done. Yep, all the stuff. I kinda think she understands how lonely we
both are, especially at night, especially in bed. I kinda think she
understands our having sex.

It started simple enough. When he was no longer wetting the bed at
night, Jesse began sleeping with me. It was comforting for both of us.
Of course, I'd put my arm around him and we would fall asleep embracing.
We gained strength from each other, and of course Jesse grew. When I
suggested he might need new PJs, since his old ones now only reached his
knees and elbows, he began wearing his tighty whiteys to bed instead.
"Just like you, Daddy," even though mine were boxers. Then we began
taking long leisurely baths together each evening, and after that
somehow neither of us wanted to bother putting anything on for bed, so
for many years we've been sleeping naked together. Of course, Jesse was
curious about my equipment and I kept assuring him he'd have a nice big
cock one day too. But, frankly I was beginning to love his little weewee
just the way it was: cut, smooth, bald, with two tiny little
cranberries. We didn't hold back from playing with each other. Jesse was
particularly interested in my morning wood, so I explained to him
matter-of-factly about adolescence, boners, and cum. Also about
masturbation. So we began jerking each other off. Jesse loved it when by
accident he got his first facial. After that, they weren't accidental.
He wiped his face with his hand and then licked his fingers with a big
grin on his face. So one time when he got me all excited and I knew I
was ready to blow my wad, I told him to wrap his lips around my
cockhead. He choked a bit that time, and most of it ran down his chin,
but he was delighted. In time he became an expert cocksucker. Much
better than his mom ever was. This past year, I've been fingering
Jesse's asshole. We use lots of lube and he can take two fingers now. So
sometime soon he's going to have his cherry picked.

That Saturday morning, I was hoping for a nice leisurely sexual tryst
with my little soldier buddy, but like I said he was AWOL. I heard him
rustling with something down in the kitchen. I rubbed the sleep out of
my eyes, slowly swung my feet out of the bed. Yes, I did have wood. I
slipped my feet into flip flops; even though we're bare-assed, Jesse and
I don't like walking barefoot in the house. Just then I heard his tiny
feet clopping down the hall. He appeared carrying my coffee cup,
sloshing it all the way. "Hey, Pops, come on. We don't want to be late!"


"What did you call me?" I've told him I prefer "Daddy." "Pops" makes me
feel like an old man.

"Hehe, Pops," he teased. I grabbed the coffee before any more spilled,
set it on the night stand, then grabbed Jesse and gave him a merciless
tickling. "Stop! Stop!" he laughed.

"What did you call me?"

"Pops," he giggled. Obviously he didn't really want me to stop. So I
kept up the onslaught. After a few minutes, we both collapsed back on to
the bed. I was sitting up against the headboard with Jesse's head in my
lap.

"Now what were you saying about being late?"

"You know, shithead." That's the endearing term we call each other when
one of us seems to have forgotten something important. "It's Nelson's
birthday today."

"That's not until two this afternoon! So, no, I am not a shithead. This
time." We both laughed. I reached over for my coffee and found it
lukewarm and thin. I think he must have used hot tap water. But I
smacked my lips and pronounced it delicious. "But what are you going to
drink?"

"Oh, I'll find something," he giggled. He turned his head over and went
to work on my cock. After a minute or so, he came up for air, pronounced
it delicious, then went back to work. After a while, his work was
rewarded with a series of powerful volleys which he expertly swallowed.
There was no spilling of that elixir.

However, after we'd both wet our lips, there was no cuddling or
smooching. Jesse was anxious to get this day going.

Nelson is a year older than Jesse and lives in another town three hours
away. His dad is a client of mine and we've often talked about the joys
and headaches of raising a boy on our own. Over a beer one night, well a
few beers, his dad admitted he'd gotten, well, physical with Nelson. I
told him about Jesse and me and that sealed our friendship. We began
"double dating," taking the boys to ball games, going bowling, having
back yard barbecues. The boys found it liberating to talk about the fun
they had in bed, the thing the rest of society would call incest or
child molestation if it knew.

Nelson's dad is much more outgoing than I. Pretty soon the back yard
barbecues included other men and their sons. I was worried about our
secret becoming too public. But all these guys were equally concerned
and now they'd found a group where they could just be themselves. They
were all coming to Nelson's party, even though their sons range in age
from fifteen down to five. We're like a big family. We get along great.

After Jesse and I had our breakfast, he called Nelson on his cell. I
heard half the conversation. "Hey, brother! How's it going? ... Uh huh ...
Uh huh ... Nothing much ... Can't wait ... Yup, he fed me a big load this
morning. ... Of course I swallowed it all! I ain't like baby Randy... Hope
you like my present. ... Wow, really? ... Can't wait. ... Well, bye." I smiled
to myself at the mention of little Randy, the five year old. He hasn't
quite mastered the art of oral sex. If he swallows any, he starts to
choke. Then he giggles and what's in his mouth just pours down his chin.
It's fun to watch.

"So what did Nelson say?"

"Oh, he's trying to act so cool, but I know he's excited. He said his
dad let him plan the whole party, the food, the games, everything. I
want to do that for my birthday. OK, Daddy?"

"Did he tell you what the games are going to be?"

"Nah. He just said they're gonna be super fun." I already knew about one
of the games. Nelson's dad felt it was important for all the other men
to know what to expect. I was on board, and apparently the other guys
were also. Thinking about having a key party was making me almost as
excited as Jesse. Nelson didn't want any of the other boys to know about
it though, so as yet Jesse was clueless.

We both took a shower and scrubbed up until every part,--every
part,--was squeaky clean. Then we laid out our clothes. Jesse has taken
to dressing like me. It's a phase. I know when he reaches puberty he'll
consider it lame. But right now I enjoy him imitating his old man. We
chose khaki shorts, sandals (no socks), and Hawaiian shirts. Oh, a
couple years back, Jesse gave up tighty whiteys for boxers so we both
wear them now also. A couple baseball caps completed the wardrobe.
Before we put our clothes on, though, we wrapped up Nelson's present.
Jesse chose a brand new fielder's mitt for him. Nelson and his dad loved
to toss the old ball around, but Nelson's mitt was looking a little
shabby. I located a box big enough to hold it and we wrapped it in
baseball themed paper. Then we dressed each other. Jesse likes that.
Well, I do too. We have this ritual as we pull up the other's boxers of
kissing the penis before covering it up. I say, "Goodbye, little dick."
And Jesse says, "Goodbye, big cock." And then we both say, "See you
later!"

 Chapter 2

Come on. Test out my bed

Jesse was getting nervous in the car. He didn't want to be late for
Nelson's party. I though I'd left enough time, but the weekend traffic
on the expressway was heavier than I anticipated. We began to slow down
and I realized there must be an accident up ahead. As we slowed to a
stop-and-go pace, I took my right hand off the wheel and cradled my boy.
He curled up inside my arm and began petting my crotch. He knew not to
get me too excited while I was driving, but it was a gesture that
soothed both of us. It was getting hot and I didn't want to overload the
AC, so I pressed the button to open the sun roof. I kissed the top of
Jesse's head and he began unzipping my fly. He looked at me and I
nodded, so he took my cock out and petted it gently to a semi-erect
stance. I glanced over and noticed a big 18 wheeler was beside us. I
looked up through the roof and saw the driver. He'd been watching us. I
thought, "Oh God!" But then he gave me a thumbs up. His cab had one of
those doors with a window down at lap level and I could see his cock was
exposed. He winked and then shouted at me, "Take the next exit and
follow me. I know where the accident is and I can get us around it
fast." Truckers keep each other informed about conditions down the road:
accidents, smokies, etc.

So I followed him on to the service road, then on to a labyrinth of side
streets, and finally I could see the overpass up ahead. The traffic on
the expressway was running smooth in our direction. Now the other side
was backed up. But before we got back on, he pulled over on the shoulder
and waved me over as well. I thought about it twice but he seemed so
nice, I stopped behind him. He came back to our car. "I thought the boy
might like to see the inside of my rig?"

"Oh, wow, can we, Daddy?"

"But what about the party?" I looked at my watch.

"How much further do you have to go?" the trucker asked. I told him.
"Don't shit about it. Follow me and I'll get you there in no time. We
might have to exceed the limit a bit, but I'll be watching out for old
Smoky. Name's Smitty, by the way."

Jesse was already out of the car. He grabbed Smitty's hand and pulled
him back up to his rig. I followed. Smitty helped Jesse climb in, then
jumped in himself. By the time I had struggled to get in, they were
already in the back of the cab. "Look, Daddy! He's got a bed and a TV
and a coffee pot and everything!" I was amazed to see all the creature
comforts these cabs could hold for a cross country haul.

"Come on. Test out my bed." Smitty plopped down on the mattress and
Jesse and I followed. It was really quite comfortable. Tight with the
three of us, but still comfortable.

"Who's that, Smitty?" Jesse pointed to a picture prominently displayed
at the foot of the bed. Not a naked pin up girl calendar. This was a
photo of a young boy with curly blond hair and the cutest dimples on
earth.

Smitty got quiet. "That there's my boy. His name was Hans."

"Was?" I asked.

"He died a year ago. Age nine. When Hans was on a school break, I used
to take him with me on the road. We had such fun here on this bed."
Smitty winked. "Hans liked to pet my wanker just like I seen you doing
back there."

"What happened?" Jesse asked.

"Outside of Detroit. We was at a truck stop. It was kinda late, maybe
about midnight and he had to take a piss. So I walked him over to the
all-night convenience store. There were some shady looking guys there so
I kept a tight hold of Hans' arm. He took care of business, I picked up
some candy, and we started heading back. All of a sudden, I hear shots.
First I thought it was backfire, but no someone was shooting from a car
on the road. A drive-by shooting. Everyone ducked for cover, but Hans
wasn't fast enough. The EMTs rushed him to the hospital but two days
later he died."

"Shit, Man, I'm so sorry." I said. Jesse nodded.

"His mom never forgave me."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I know, but you still feel guilty, you know."

I was trying to think of some way to console Smitty. But Jesse had
already taken care of that. While we were talking, my son had opened
Smitty's fly and caressing his cock. "Is this the way Hans did it, Mr
Smitty?"

"Yeah, just that way." Smitty laid his hand gently on Jesse's back.

"Did Hans suck it also?"

"Sometimes," Smitty whispered. Jesse bent over and began giving Smitty a
blow job. Smitty looked at me. "You got a fine boy here, Mister."

"I know."

There wasn't much conversation after that, just a lot of moaning and
groaning. Finally Smitty erupted and my talented son swallowed every
drop.

"Come on, you two. Get your asses back in your car. We got a party to
get you to." Smitty tried to sound gruff, but there were tears in his
eyes.

Jesse and I jumped in our car and followed the rig on to the expressway.
Yeah, we really pressed the pedal to the metal but just as Smitty
promised, it was only a quarter to two when we got to our exit. Smitty
gave us a long loud drone on his horn and we waved his on his way. Jesse
would have a story to tell Nelson.

Chapter 3

Actually, I'm kinda excited too

We arrived at Nelson's house just before two. Vincenzo's stepdad was
pulling in at the same time. Seven-year old Vincenzo jumped out of the
car, ran over to Jesse and nearly knocked him over when he hugged him.
Then the two of them went running into the back yard in search of the
birthday boy. "Well, they seem excited, don't they?" I grabbed the
birthday present and the six pack of beer I brought.

"Actually, I'm kinda excited too. Never been to a key party before."

"Me neither. Hope our boys are OK with it."

"They should be. After all, it's not like they haven't sucked each
other's dads before." We laughed and strolled over toward the house. On
a table beside the patio door was a bowl with assorted car keys.
Vincenzo's dad unsnapped the leather belt loop that held his key and
dropped it in the bowl. I added mine, and we smiled.

Vincenzo's dad abandoned his mom when he was just two. His stepdad came
along a couple years later and they bonded real close. His mom knows
about their sex and she's OK with it, since Vincenzo has never been
happier. He has rich black hair, dark eyes you could die for, an uncut
dick and won't answer if anyone calls him "Vinny."

"So, is your wife going to be home tonight?"

"No, she's visiting her sister. At least that's what she told me. But
really, I think she has a lover on the side also! I figure it's best not
to ask too many questions."

I counted the other cars and decided most of the guests had arrived
before us. When we got to the back yard, I was right.

The twins, Mickey and Rickey were racing around the edge of the pool,
which wasn't very safe, but no one could stop them. At eight, they're
quite a handful. That's why their dad always brings his brother, their
uncle, along, to help ride herd on them. Like a lot of twins, they were
exploring each other's bodies from an early age, so it was easy for
their uncle to get them to play with him when they started sleeping over
at his house. He didn't want his brother to get angry, so he told him
what they'd been doing. One time, when he came to pick them up he asked
them to show him how they played in bed with their uncle. "We will, but
you have to play with us." That was three years ago, and ever since
then, their dad has been enjoying two boys eager to suck his cock any
chance they get. Which is usually in the evening when their unaware
mother is working at the restaurant. I found out that this evening, she
was told their father was going to spend the night with his brother and
the twins. Which was partly true.

Florin was there. At fifteen, he's the oldest of the boys. And his
brother at 22 is the youngest of the men. Four years ago their family
was in a terrible boating accident. The father had probably been
drinking too much. The boat hit a bridge pillar and capsized. The bodies
of both parents and two young sisters washed ashore hours later. Only
Florin and his brother survived. Since the older boy had just turned
eighteen, he petitioned the court for custody of his brother and was
awarded it. From puberty he knew he was gay and also knew he had an
attraction for little boys, so he started having sex with five-year-old
Florin, and the two are still at it ten years later.

Only baby Randy hadn't arrived yet. His dad is notoriously late. Well, I
remember it always took longer when Jesse was five. There were diapers
to pack and baby lotion and all. There were toys that had to come along.
Not to mention a kid who did not always cooperate with getting washed
and dressed. But all the guys love baby Randy any way. He sucks with
such delight, like sucking his mommy's teats. And his giggling, when the
cum is running down his chin, is infectious. I don't know much about his
mother, but I think she was a drug addict and that's how his dad got
custody.

I kissed the birthday boy. All the men kissed him. More than once.
Nelson put up with it, knowing it was a small price to pay for his
presents. I added our present to the gift table. The kids were all
playing tag, and us men settled in with beers. Florin's brother hung out
with the men although at times he looked like he'd rather be playing
tag. Watching his brother chase after all those cute little asses, he
adjusted his package more than once. But then the rest of us were also
making our own adjustments. Each man, I'm sure, was wondering the same
thing as I: which of these cuties will I be taking home tonight?

The switch was only going to be for one night. On Sunday, we were all
planning to drive over to Six Flags to meet up and retrieve our own
boys.

"Hey, Hey, look who's here!" All eyes turned in time to see baby Randy's
arrival. He ran around saying hi to everybody, while his dad gathered up
the birthday boy and smothered him in kisses. So engrossed he was in
smooching that he didn't notice Randy's predicament. The long ride had
taken its toll on the five-year old and now he really had to pee. Too
late. His feet were soon surrounded by a yellow puddle. His dad put
Nelson down and came over to gather up his baby, as Nelson's dad got out
the hose. "Me sorry, Daddy."

"That's OK, Piddle Pumpkin. No harm done. I guess I should have
realized." He unbuttoned Randy's wet shorts and undid the tags on his
Pampers. He laid the kid on the grass and wiped his bottom with lotion.
"Come on, I'll get a new diaper and some dry pants." The audience sighed
a simultaneous "Aww."

"Really, Guys?"

"You bet," we chorused.

"Well, OK, you heard the men, Angel Ass." With that, he gave the lovely
naked angel ass a love slap and sent him back to play with the other
kids. Then joined the rest of us men, who were all smiling watching the
lovely angel ass cavorting and shreaking away. "Everyone excited about
tonight?" he asked. Of course, we all nodded.

"Well, actually, I'm looking forward to it a lot," said the father of
the twins. "Me too," echoed his brother. "And Rickey will be fine, I
know. He's easy-going. He'll do fine with any one of you. But Mickey is
another story."

To me, the twins were identical; it was hard to believe they differed in
any way. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure Mickey's ready to be away from his dad, his uncle and his
brother all at once." When he said this, I realized one of the twins was
more of a clinger. That must be Mickey. "If he's too upset, it would be
bad news not just for him, but for the man who has him." We tried to
assure him Mickey would be just fine, but secretly I hoped I didn't end
up with him. Probably the other men thought the same.

Chapter 4

Shut up, everyone. I got to say something

Nelson stood up on a table and shouted for everyone's attention. "Shut
up, everyone. I got to say something." We all quieted down, even
bare-assed Randy. "Now it's time for ..." Nelson's dad gave an audible
"ahem!" and Nelson started again. "Oh yeah, thanks a lot for comin'. I
really like havin' you all here. But now it's time to start the games,
and guess what, I planned all the games myself. Dad said I could. So you
all better like them, or I'll be mad." We laughed. In the last few
years, Nelson had grown in cockiness. "So the first game is ..." pregnant
pause "... Pin the ..." We all began to finish his drawn out sentence: "Tail
on the Donkey!" We'd all seen the big board with the paper donkey at one
side of the yard.

"No, no, you shitheads. I mean, look at him. Can't you idiots see he
already has his tail?" Sure enough, the tail was in place. "Now, as I
was saying before I was rudely interrupted. The first game is Pin the
Cock on the donkey." We laughed. Well, it was true the donkey was
missing that appendage. Nelson held up a handful of carefully drawn and
cut out donkey cocks. "Let's start with the youngest. Come here, Randy."
Randy skipped over and let Nelson blindfold him, then steer him over to
the board. Nelson handed him a paper cock. "Be careful of the thumb
tack." Randy walked up and stuck the tack in the first place he touched.
He took off the blindfold and saw the donkey now had a cock sticking out
of his snout. We all laughed.

Vincenzo went next, then Mickey and Rickey, then my Jesse, then the
birthday boy himself, and then Florin. The donkey had a cock in every
conceivable place except the one where it belonged. Florin's brother was
the first of the men to go. The rest of us didn't bother figuring out
who was older than whom; we just took turns. The twins' father came
closest, although his cock ended up more on the donkey's flank than in
his crotch, so he won the prize: a plastic kazoo.

We took time out to eat burgers before the next game.

"OK, the next game is Strip Trivia," said Nelson. Daddy and me can't
play cause we made up the questions. I made up stuff I know the kids
will know but I hope you dads don't. And Daddy made up stuff that the
old guys know but not us kids. If you get it wrong, you gotta take off
something. If you get it right, Daddy or me will take off something. We
got lots of questions. So here goes. Daddy?"

"Randy, who was President 43?"

"Shit, I don't know that."

All the men shouted "George W Bush."

Randy was already bare-assed so he took off a shoe.

Nelson asked the twins' uncle, "Who's the Arkham Knight?"

"The who?" He just went ahead and stripped off his shirt. His handsome
guns and lovely dark chest hair drew a few whistles.

Jesse of course didn't know who Lucille Ball's husband was, and dropped
his shorts. But I did know who Bender was. Nelson couldn't believe I
knew about Futurama. He took off a shoe.

The questions went on as the clothes went off. Randy of course was the
first to get totally naked and didn't have to answer any more questions.
As others were knocked out of the game, he ones remaining had to answer
more and more questions. I was proud that Jesse and I did as well as we
did. But besides Nelson and his dad, the three left standing with some
clothes on were Florin and his brother and he twins' uncle. They knew so
many answers that they eventually stripped the birthday boy naked and
his dad was wearing only his jockstrap when Florin in his Speedo was
asked the final question: "What is the capital of Finland?"

"Hell ... Sinki!" Florin shouted as he ran up to Nelson's dad and pulled
down his jock, then pushed him into the pool. We joined him skinny
dipping one and all, except for Florin proudly flaunting his Speedo, and
annoying everyone in earshot with his kazoo.

Chapter 5

Where's my Daddy?

After half an hour or so, we got out of the pool and Nelson's dad passed
out towels. No one bothered getting dressed though. Even Florin, feeling
a little overdressed, took off his Speedo.

The cake came out and Nelson made a wish and blew out his candles. Then
everybody gave him birthday spankings.

Nelson with a towel wrapped around his waist to hide his now reddened
ass and mounted the table again. "The next game is Where's my Daddy? All
the men gotta stand in a row over here. Then I'll blindfold one boy as a
time. He'll go down the row and try to find his daddy by feeling every
cock." We all liked the sound of that. Jesse guessed the twins' uncle
was me. And Randy guessed I was his daddy, even though I'm cut and he's
not. I guess it wasn't as easy as I thought to tell one cock from
another in the dark. Some boys went through the gauntlet a few times and
still got it wrong. Even the birthday boy failed the test. Florin
however immediately identified his brother, and it looked like he won
again, but then Mickey went down the row and correctly named his father,
his uncle, and every other man in the row. Amazing!

"The next game of course is Where's my Boy?" Well, hell, this is going
to be easy. The men's cocks may be too similar in size, hairiness, etc.
But the boys, aged 5 through 15, had dicks that were easily
distinguished. Randy explained, "This time, men, you won't get to feel
the boys. You'll only get to smell their asses." He told all the boys to
get on the tables on present their assholes for inspection. One by one,
we men were blindfolded and led from one sweet butt to another. To me,
they all smelled of chlorine of course so I had no idea and ended up
identifying Florin as my own, believe it or not. But the other dads
didn't fare any better and no one knew, but it sure was funny watching
each other sniffing butts.

Nelson then opened his presents. He loved the mitt. He went around and
gave everyone a thank you kiss. Then he told us to all put our clothes
on for the last game. Once we were dressed, he said, "This is the Key
Party Game." The men all smiled, and a  few of us gave an enthusiastic
"Yeah." The boys looked at each other questioningly.

Nelson held up the bowl of keys. "OK, each boy will reach into the bowl
without looking and grab a key. That will be the car you're going to
leave here in."

A chorus of "Huh?"'s.

"You see, whoever owns that key, that's the man you're going home with
tonight. You're going to play with him, go to bed with him, do, well you
know, stuff with him.

A chorus of giggles.

"Then tomorrow we'll all meet up at Six Flags and get our own daddies
back."

A chorus of "Oh, shucks" from some boys and some men. Then laughter.

Mickey looked worried, just as his dad had predicted. I saw the twins'
uncle whisper something in his ear and then he seemed to relax. I also
noticed Florin's brother go over to Randy and whisper something in his
baby ear.

My Jesse was the first to reach into the bowl. I hoped he wouldn't pick
my key. I was hoping for a little novelty in bed tonight. He pulled out
a key with a leather belt loop attached and held it up. "That's mine,"
yelled Vincenzo's stepdad.

"Yippee" yelled Jesse, a wee bit too enthusiastically. He gave the man
the key. "Come on, let's go."

"You gonna kiss me goodnight before you leave, Son?"

"Oh yeah, sure, Dad." He gave me a quick peck. Vincenzo and his stepdad
blew kisses at each other. And off went my little boy to another man's
bed.

Baby Randy reached in the bowl and fumbled around a bit. Finally he
pulled out a key with a lucky rabbit's foot attached. He looked at
Florian's brother. "Is this it?"

"Yes, but you weren't supposed to let on."

"The game is rigged," someone said, but we all let the brother have his
way. He still had a fondness for little boys. Plus I, and probably most
of the men, frankly didn't want to be bothered with diapers and all the
other baby stuff tonight. The brother slung the diaper bag on his
shoulder and picked up Angel Ass, smothering him in kisses as he carried
him out to his car.

Nelson's dad whispered something to his son, who then nodded and called
on Mickey. Mickey reached in and again after a bit of fumbling pulled
out a a set of keys. "Whose are these?" he asked, even though he knew
damn well.

"Why, those are mine," said his uncle. Again, I and my fellow fathers
didn't mind that the rules were bent. None of us would have wanted an
unhappy kid on our hands this night.

Next to pick was Vincenzo. No fumbling this time. He reached in and
pulled out my key. "Come on, Vin ... cenzo." I almost said "Vinny." "We
got a long ride ahead of us." He raced me to the car.

That left three keys in the bowl. We found out the next day that the
birthday boy Nelson went home with baby Randy's dad, and Florin with the
twins' dad. Rickey picked Nelson's dad's key and since they didn't have
to drive anywhere, they both got right down to business.

As I eased the car on to the expressway, I told Vincenzo about the
trucker who had befriended Jesse and me earlier. Vinny,--I gotta stop
thinking that name,--was jealous that Jesse got to climb into the cab.

"You know what Vincenzo means?" I asked.

"No, what?"

"The Conqueror!"

"Wow, no shit!"

"No shit! I know you don't like to be called Vinny. But you know,
Vincenzo is a mouthful."

"Daddy sometimes calls me his little Canoli."

"That's sweet. Can I call you that tonight?"

"Just tonight. And don't tell Daddy I said so."

"OK, my little Canoli; our little secret. And you can call me Pops."

"Pops?"

"Yes, but only for tonight, and don't dare tell Jesse I said so."

"OK, Pops; our little secret." The sun had already set. "You know, Pops,
sometimes when I'm riding with Daddy like this, and it's late like this,
I pet his crotch. You want me to do that?"

"I'd like that very much." For the next ten minutes a gentle hand
massaged my package. I concentrated on the road ahead, but I couldn't
help glancing down at that rich black hair. Once when I looked down, I
saw his dark eyes,--the eyes you could die for,--looking back up at me.

"You know, Pops, sometimes when I'm riding with Daddy like this, and
it's late like this, he asks me to take off my clothes. You want me to
do that?"

"I'd like that very much."

Once again, my little Canoli got naked for me, throwing his clothes over
into the back seat. He leaned back against my chest and stretched his
legs out on the seat showing me his uncut dick. He wasn't wearing his
seat belt and I began to get worried. A moment later, I heard the soft
murmur of his snoring.

Chapter 6

You know what else I like, Pops?

We made it home without incident. I parked in my drive, went around to
the passenger door, picked up my sleeping little Canoli, and carried him
naked indoors. I put him down on my couch and began to mix up some hot
chocolate to drink. As I waited for the water to boil, I got undressed
and slipped on my flip-flops. I was pouring two cups when a tiny voice
behind me said, "I woke up and I didn't know where I was, but now I
remembers."

"You like cocoa, Canoli?"

"Yeah! And you know what else I like, Pops?"

"What?"

"This," he said pointing to my cock.

I handed him his cup. "Be careful it's hot."

"And you know what else is hot, Pops?"

"What?"

"This," he said pointing to my cock.

"You're funny, Canoli."

"And you're nice, Pops."

"Are you tired?"

"Not really. I guess I was sleepin in the car. Are you tired, Pops?"

"No. We'll have to find something else to do."

"Yeah, like fuck."

"Well, yeah, that's the idea, Canoli."

"Yep, that's why I comes here, Pops." With that Vincenzo got down on his
knees, took my dick in his little hands, wrapped his mouth around the
head, and started sucking away. I had to prop my ass against the kitchen
counter for support. I kept looking down at him and seeing those dark
eyes looking back up at me. He pulled back and gave my shaft a licking.
"I likes your cock, Pops. It's cut. Mine ain't." He went back to
sucking.

"I love your dick just the way it is, my little Canoli." With that, I
reached down, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him off my turgid cock. I
sat him on my kitchen counter and began sucking his little weewee.

He giggled and squirmed and told me, "Stop, no, don't stop, yes, stop,
no don't." I kept right on sucking him off. In no time it was rock hard
and nearly two inches long, impressive for a seven-year old. "Ow, ow,
no, really, stop now, Pops." I did. When little kids get a boner, it
takes a long time to settle back down because there's no chance for a
climax. I set him back on the floor.

"Let's go lay down on my bed." I took his hand and we paddled up to my
bedroom.

We lay side by side for a long time. Vincenzo was still rock hard; I was
semi. We cuddled and kissed and told each other we loved each other.
Finally, I saw his erection relax. "You think Jesse and Daddy are having
fun like we is?"

"I'm positive of it." Then Vincenzo got pensive and I wondered if my
answer was the right one. "You know, though, my little Canoli. Even
though your Daddy has my Jesse in his bed tonight, no one can ever take
your place in your Daddy's heart."

"Really, Pops?"

"Yep. Just like you can never take Jesse's place in my heart. But ... for
tonight, you're in his place in my bed and I think we should do just
what Jesse and me always do."

"You mean like fuck."

"Yep, that's the idea, Canoli."

Vincenzo jumped up and turned over on to his all fours and stuck his ass
up in the air. "You want to rim me, Pops?"

"I thought you'd never ask, my little Canoli." I went to work licking
away at his unplucked cherry. "Shit, this is soooooo delicious." He
giggled. I poked my tongue into his sphincter. "The best canoli I ever
ate."

He giggled harder. "That's what Daddy always says."

"Well, I'll try to leave some for him then."

He laughed again and jumped up. "Let's switch places." Reader, if you've
never had a seven-year old tongue, Italian or otherwise, licking your
asshole, you haven't lived. "Daddy tells me to stick it in as far as I
can. OK, Pops?"

"Absolutely." I eased up my schincter to let his pinkness enter.

"Shit, this is soooooo delicious," he imitated.

Suddenly there was something else poking in my hole. "Are you finger
fucking me, Canoli?"

"Hehe, yup, is that OK, Pops?"

"Absolutely." His probing continued. "You got two fingers in there,
don't you, Canoli?"

"Hehe, yup, is that OK, Pops?"

"Shit, yes, don't stop." I told him there was a tube of lube in the
night stand.

"OK, then, here comes three. ... now four ... now the thumb." Reader, if
you've never been fisted by a seven-year old fist, Italian or otherwise,
you haven't lived. "Daddy taught me that; he loves it. Did you teach
Jesse to do that?"

"No, but now I plan to."

"Maybe, Daddy is teaching him tonight." I bet my little Canoli was proud
he had a skill that Jesse, three years older, hadn't learned yet.

My eyes were closed in ecstasy but I realized his hand had extricated
itself and his naked body was pressed against my butt. "What are you
doing now?"

"Shithead, I'm fucking you. Can't you feel my cock in your hole?" I
certainly could not, so I didn't know what to say. "That's OK, Pops. I
won't shoot too much, hee hee."

"Well, Canoli. I'm certainly going to shoot. And it's going to be
gallons. Get your mouth over here. We scurried around until my cock was
back in Vincenzo's mouth. It didn't take long for the first eruption to
explode. He swallowed it like the Conqueror he was. And the second. And
the third. The rest of the loads he let dribble out. When I kissed him,
I tasted my own jizz in his mouth. We both plopped on to the bed.
Exhausted, but not the least bit sleepy.

"You know what else Daddy does, Pops?"

"I can't wait to hear, Canoli."

"Well, of course he can't fuck me for real yet, you know. But I hope
that won't be too long. He fingers my hole to get me ready." I nodded,
because of course I also fingered my Jesse. "But sometimes instead of
spraying his load in my mouth or on my face, Daddy sprays it right at my
hole. I think a little bit might get inside. It sure feels fuckin nice."


"You want me to try that later?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Pops."

Chapter 7

What a happy way to die

The next morning, Sunday, I noticed the sun streaming in my bedroom
window. I looked at the clock. Nine. I think it was after three when my
little Canoli and I finally fell asleep. Every time I blew a load, we'd
laugh, and rest, and cuddle, and start jerking around again and start
the cycle all over. Kids like him and my Jesse will either keep me young
or else send me to an early grave. But what a happy way to die.

I glanced over at the other side of the bed. My little Canoli looked so
fuckin sweet. Curled up like elbow macaroni. An angel with his thumb in
his mouth. How could Vincenzo's dad stand to be away from him for even
one night? We had lots of time before we had to leave for Six Flags.
What delightful pleasures would we indulge in before then.

But suddenly my reverie was interrupted. Without opening his eyes or
muttering a peep, my Canoli got up and started walking away. Oh well, I
surmised, he has to make peepee. But then it hit me. Shit, the kid
doesn't know where he is. He'll end up falling down the stairs or going
into Jesse's room and pissing on his toys. I jumped up, didn't even
bother to slip on my flip-flops, and ran after him. I got behind him and
steered his gorgeous little nakedness towards the bathroom. I propped
him in front of the throne and waited. Somehow, his bladder knew where
it was. He let go a lovely yellow stream. When the flow stopped, I
whisked him up in my arms and carried him back to bed, none the wiser. I
laid him down and licked a few droplets off his weewee. So precious.
Then I laid back down beside him.

Maybe it was feeling my tongue on his foreskin, or maybe it was a dream
he was having, but something stirred the sleeping beauty to action. He
turned over, put his head on my cock and began to tend to my morning
wood. Was he truly still asleep? Who the fuck cares. I was in heaven. I
just put my hands behind my head and let nature take its course. How
happy my cock was in the mouth of this seven-year old. What a natural
cocksucker he was. Soon enough I was fully erect. The veins in my shaft
were throbbing. The juices in my balls were churning. I let go load
number one of the morning, and my little Canoli swallowed every drop as
if he were still awake. Quickly, I pulled out of his mouth, turned him
on his side, spread his legs, and pushed my cockhead against his sweet
cherry, just the way he showed me in the wee hours of the night. I got
in position just in time and sprayed load number two on to his sweet
asshole. He started laughing.

"Are you awake?" I asked.

"No," he giggled.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes," he giggled. "I love when you fuck me, Daddy."

"I'm not Daddy, I'm Pops," I said.

"I know." I wasn't so sure.

"I feel another load cumming, Canoli."

"Spray my face, Pops." So I did. And that woke him up. As his eyes
opened, the last strings of jizz were dripping off my cock on to his
tiny nose. "Thanks, Pops."

"No, Canoli, thank YOU!" I bent down and began licking his face clean
and he giggled his ass off.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Uh huh!" he nodded.

"How does pancakes sound?"

"With maple syrup?"

"Of course."

"Super, Pops."

"Come on. You can help me get the stuff out." I stood up and slipped on
my flip-flops.

"Can I have a pair like you? The floor is cold."

"Check under the bed. Jesse's should be there." It wasn't my intention.
Honestly! I mean it. But of course when he bent down to look for the
footwear, my eyes beheld that beautiful pink hole, still wet with my
jizz. I could have eaten him up right then and there.

We padded down to the kitchen. "Did I go peepee, Pops?"

"You sure did, Canoli."

"Good."

I opened the fridge and handed him things to put on the counter: eggs,
milk, butter, syrup, OJ, a bowl of berries. Then I took pancake mix out
of the cupboard, mixing bowl, spoon, frying pan, spatula, plates,
napkins, forks, OJ cups, a mug for my coffee. Canoli went right to work
setting the table while I mixed up the batter. He took my mug, set it in
my Keurig, and made me a hot cup of coffee. It was way better than what
Jesse handed me twentyfour long hours earlier. I'll have to teach him
how to make a decent cup of coffee. When we sat down to eat, Vincenzo
started giggling.

"What's so funny, Canoli."

"I'm remembering yesterday when we played those games. Remember they
asks you who Pompompurin is and you doesn't know. Hee hee."

"I still don't know who the fuck is? Or what the fuck he is?" But I
started laughing and syrup ran down my chin.

I reached for my napkin but Vincenzo said, "Stop! Don't waste it."He
came around to my side and licked the syrup off my face. Then we both
started laughing again. I took the bottle, leaned my head back, and gave
myself a syrup facial for him to lick. Then he grabbed the bottle and
poured it on his belly for me to lick. Of course I gave his little outie
a raspberry in the process, and he laughed so hard, I thought he'd
burst. We were both sticky but happy when we headed back up to take our
shower, where, incidentally my little Canoli insisted on sucking me off
again.

When it came time to get dressed, I explained to Vincenzo how Jesse and
I always dressed each other, and how we always said "Goodbye, little
dick," and "Goodbye, big cock," and "See you later!" He liked that.

We got to Six Flags and met up with the others. Vincenzo kissed me and
went off with his father, who handed Jesse back to me. I wanted to hear
all about his night, but I decided he could tell me on the drive home.
So we spent the afternoon on the Bizarro and the Big Wheel and the Congo
Rapids. I saw Florin's brother taking baby Randy on the Enchanted
Teacups, so he wasn't ready to relinquish him back to his daddy. Of
course, Florin was old enough to be on his own anyway. At the end, we
all met up at the Fender Bender bumper cars and tried to ram each
other's asses.

"Did you like spending the night with Vincenzo's dad?" I asked Jesse on
the way home. I caught myself before saying "Canoli's dad."

"Yeah, it was fun."

"Did you learn anything?"

"Yeah." He winked at me.

"You gonna show me later."

"Yep." He waited a long time before speaking again. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Jesse?"

"Can I have a key party for my birthday?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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