Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 14:34:22 +0000
From: ChiFelix <ChiFelix@protonmail.com>
Subject: Who Rescued Who?

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My two dads adopted me when I was very young, after I was taken from my
druggie parents by the state. This is a portrait of a morning in my life
with the men who say I saved them, instead of the other way around.

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I was woken up by Pop's hand stroking my hip.  I was lying on my right
side with Pop spooning me from behind and I could feel his urgent morning
wood pressing on my cheek. Dad was lying on his back in front of me,
still asleep, and I could smell his light funk coming from the red hair
in his armpit. The king sized bed we share is comfortable for the three
of us, especially because I'm so small.

"Wanna wake up Daddy?" Asked Poppa in a baritone whisper, and then he
kissed the top of my head. "Yeah," I said, but then I slipped down to the
foot of the bed and got out to use the restroom.

I sat on the toilet to make sure I was good for Pop.  Some of Poppa's and
Daddy's cum from last night splatted out among cumfarts, and I was
relieved that what I had felt was just gas and cum.  Now I felt nice and
empty, and since it was just cum I barely wiped.

I pulled the Baby Shark stepstool in front of the sink and stood on it so
I could wash my hands and see myself in the mirror. I saw a skinny little
brown boy's big appreciative eyes stare back at me, all olive skin,
dimples, messy straight hair and pale rose colored lips. I'm proud that
Poppa calls me "the glue holding our family together." He says I'm the
tight bottom that two tops need, just like two screwdrivers need a screw
to work. It makes a lot of sense I guess.

I returned to the bedroom, enjoying the feeling of my slippery hole and
the dull, pleasant ache deeper inside as I walked.

There was Poppa on my right where I left him, smiling expectantly.  His
cocoa skin was shiny and his dark, and his muscular arm and hand was
resting where I had been sleeping. He tapped it on the bed as if to
beckon, "come back here, right as you were when you woke up."  He blew me
a kiss from his full red and purple lips. I always love how big poppa's
lips are, and how they feel on me.

On the left was Daddy, still lying on his back with the sheets down to
his navel. His bright red nipples stood out on his pale skin, with a
smattering of reddish hair between them.  He must have just woken up when
I got out of bed because he was looking at me through squinted blue eyes.
 There was a big lump in the sheets below his navel and as I looked at it
Daddy flexed it, making his own morning wood bounce. "Good morning
sweetie...Daddy needs draining," he said.  "Cool!" I replied. Poppa
laughed and told him, "You're so lazy, baby."

Daddy twisted his knee a few months back chasing after me in the park,
and for a while he had a hard time getting out of bed. He's better now
but I still like to drain him like he taught me then, and he likes it
too.

I crawled back into bed between my Daddies, with Poppa spooning me like
he was when I woke up.  As I got settled Poppa's big cockhead pushed
right at my cummy, slippery hole and he mumbled, "Oh fuck, you're ready
to go."  But for now he pushed his brown-purple monster down between my
legs so that it rubbed the underside of my tiny undescended balls. Even
resting there, it's so big that it lifts my leg up a little bit as if I'm
sitting on a horse sideways.

Daddy had turned on his side to face me, and he moved up on the bed and
closer to me, pulling the sheet away to expose his cock close to my face.
I looked at his long piss slit and the redness of his cockhead flare. I
took a deep breath, taking in the wonderful scent of Daddy, before I
opened my mouth and took him in until he hit the back of my throat. Then
he put his hand on my throat and I angled my head down as he jabbed
around softly until we came together in that magic spot where my throat
opened and let him slide all the way in, right past my tonsils. "Oh fuck,
I'm there," he moaned and I closed my eyes as his thick bush of red
public hair jammed against my nose.

One of Daddy's hands was rubbing my neck, feeling his own hard cock
crushing the spot where my Adam's apple has yet to develop. He put the
other on top of my head to hold me in place. I felt my throat muscles
convulse, trying to swallow. Then my lips and tongue registered the swell
on the underside of his tool as his piss started to flow straight into my
stomach. Daddy has a strong, steady stream, and the feeling of that
firehose in my throat is an amazing connection.

Daddy pisses so much that I barely need to drink anything at breakfast
and I STILL have to go pee a few times before lunch. He always tries to
piss in my throat fast and hard because if I run out of breath he'll have
to hold it in midstream so I can get some air. The first times he would
hold my head impaled on his cock until I almost passed out. Twice things
got real dark and hazy and I think I actually DID pass out.

Finally Daddy was done and he pulled out a bit so I could take some deep
breaths. He pulled it out enough to rest on my tongue so I could taste
the last few slightly acrid drops of his piss. I enveloped the bottom of
his shaft with my tongue, shaping it like a canoe while my lips closed
behind the flare. I wiggled my tongue on the spot just below the head
where it meets the shaft, where he loves it. I love the feel of that
tube, thinking about how it expands with piss or cum in one end of me or
the other.  But Daddy pulled it all the way out, saying "We got some time
to enjoy this."

Daddy scooted down so that my face was in his chest, and Poppa pulled his
cock back from under my balls and centered it on my loose slippery hole,
teasing with the head.  I knew Daddy expected me to suck on his big red
nipples, so I took one in my mouth and listed to him moan as I started
licking and nibbling. He kissed the top of my head and put a hand on my
shoulder as I did so.  His fiery red cock mashed against my own hard tiny
tool, and then he adjusted it so it went between my legs from the front
to take the place under my tiny cock and pea-sized balls where Poppa's
cock had been placed from the back. Poppa's precum on my taint added to
my spit on Daddy's cock, and it glided back and forth in the smooth
hairless gap between my legs.

Poppa pushed his cock against my slick hole, which I relaxed... when I
was younger it had taken quite a bit of work to ever get that monstrous
hog past my lips and I have the scar tissue to prove it.  In fact, my
toilet training took a lot longer than most kids because of the temporary
incontinence I had sometimes after Daddy, or Uncle Nat or Uncle Josh or
Uncle Aiden were done with me, but Poppa is so big that could never fit
his hog into me until I was a bit older.

I willed myself to relax as Poppa entered me.  Daddy had his hand on my
shoulder as I suckled on his right nipple, and Poppa put his hand on my
hip as he pushed himself into me. I love when my Daddies are both holding
me!  Poppa's cock stretched my swollen lips to their limit, making me
grunt and pant in pain, before gliding past. Then I felt the anaconda
inside me working its way deeper in a slow continuous motion and I moaned
against Daddy.  Poppa moved his hand from my waist to below my navel. As
he finished sliding himself in and I felt his pubes against my skin, the
hand found what it was looking for.  It rubbed his big club where it
pushed against my abdomen from the inside, like some baby monster from
"Alien."  I was full of Daddy's piss and full of Poppa's cock.

I'm still small enough that Poppa and Daddy are able to make out with
each other in this position, their lips meeting above my head as they
squeeze me between each other. Poppa moved his hand back to my hip, and
Daddy put his hand on Poppa's, both holding me. I'm so light that if
Poppa were to pull back from my hole my whole body would just move with
him so Daddy has to hold my hip while Poppa pulls back.

Poppa and Daddy are kissing each other while their enjoined hands on my
hip hold me in place so Poppa can pick up his speed fucking me. My mouth
is mashed against Daddy's chest now but I still try to lick and nibble
his nipple as I feel Poppa moving in and out of me like a tree trunk.  I
gasp and moan in pain as he slams all the way in each time, and I hear
Poppa tell Daddy, "I love you so much baby...fuck." "Oh fuck," is all
Daddy can say in response. Poppa's hand has moved to Daddy's waist, and I
know Daddy can feel Poppa's cock against him right through my skin.
 Daddy's own cock is moving in the gap between my legs, long enough to
poke at Poppa's balls and shaft where they meet my hole. I'm almost
insignificant between them, wedged between their bodies like a fleshlight
as they make love to each other through me.

Poppa doesn't have to worry too much about being delicate anymore, like
he did for a while after Uncle Manny gave me a hairline pelvic fracture
while filling me up with love. That was a long time ago and since then I
healed and grew. He's starting to slam himself into me now. My ass
muscles are useless and it feels like all of my guts are moving backward
and forward with the motion of his cock.

"Gonna fuckin breed our baby," Poppa says to Daddy. "Fuck yeah, knock 'im
up" Daddy replies.  Both men are moaning into each other's mouths and I
just concentrate on making Daddy's nipples happy with my mouth like I'm
supposed to.  "Tight fuckin' baby cunt," says Poppa. "Poz that hole!"
replies Daddy. I know this means something to do with that pill bottle
Poppa has. It triggers him and he screams "Oh, oh GONNA NUT!" and I let
out a whine because it gets even bigger inside me for a moment and
stretching me past the limit, as Poppa screams "Aww FUCK!" into Daddy's
mouth, and it starts pulsing in my guts.

Poppa makes short jabby movements inside me as he comes. My face is
mashed against Daddy and I can't really move, and I feel myself filling
up even more because Poppa always shoots a ton of cum. Finally he's
panting, done, and Daddy just says, "Now me." "Mm-hm" agrees Poppa and
they move apart a few inches. Poppa's cock is still thick and semi-hard
and it feels like he's pulling all my guts out as it comes out.  Warm cum
- (I HOPE it's only cum) - runs out over the side of my cheek and I
instinctively try to flex and tighten my anus but the traumatized muscles
hardly move.

The hands on my shoulders and hips roll me over quickly and now Daddy's
the one spooning me.  Well, he's not spooning me so much as he's plunging
his cock forcefully into my gaping ass. I cry out as he bottoms out with
a SLAP sound.  He loves being rough with me right after Poppa because he
knows I can take it after that bigger, thicker cock has already destroyed
my insides.

"Have fun, Baby," says Poppa to Daddy as he gets out of bed to start his
day.  Daddy rolls me onto my stomach and grabs my shoulders to keep me in
place as he pounds me quickly and as hard as he can. Between wet slapping
sounds I hear wet sloppy sounds, like when when people get torn apart in
that scary "Walking Dead" show Poppa let me watch one. At the same time I
feel all my guts moving back and forth inside me.

I knew it wouldn't take Daddy long to cum after I made his nipples so
happy earlier. He bellows, "OOOHHH, OHHHH!" as he bottoms out and holds,
cock pulsing in me, before pulling back a bit and slamming forward again,
pushing me up the bed a few inches with each final thrust.  Finally,
lying on me, he says, "Fuck, so lucky..."

Daddy pulls out and gets off me. As I lay there I can feel the air
conditioner's faint breeze on my body and blowing deep inside my hole
that won't close.  Cum is running out of me, over my tiny ball-bumps.

I hear Poppa saying, "Baby fucking fleshlight!" Daddy says, "fleshlights
aren't that red and purple though." "Or warm!" agrees Poppa.

Poppa then told me, "Baby, stay like that. Lionel's coming down to get
the rent."  I said, "okay Poppa"  and then just rested on the bed waiting
for Lionel the landlord.  Another way I saved Daddy and Poppa is that I
pay the rent every couple of days.  Daddy told me once that he and Poppa
can't pay the rent because they're "tops," so we couldn't even live here
without my help.  Only bottoms can pay the rent, just like only a bottom
like me can keep Daddy and Poppa together.  Lionel always likes getting
the rent right after Daddy and Poppa fill me with love, so I know Poppa
texted him when I was finishing Daddy.

I was lying there on the bed when the old man came in and closed the
door. Mr. Lionel looks like a grandpa, short with all white hair and
wrinkly with a bit of belly, with a thick grey-blue tube and monster
sized saggy balls. Daddy and Poppa are getting their day started and they
trust the old man alone with me. "Hi Mr. Lionel," I said. "Hi, my
muffin," he said warmly. "Turn over."

I got on my back on the edge of the bed, and he lifted my legs up.

Next came the part I love so much about Mr. Lionel.  I felt his hands on
the back of my thighs and his hot breath on my hole -- inside my hole
even. "Oh my," he moaned excitedly and added, "You got such virile
Daddies, look what they fucking DID to you..."  Then I felt his tongue
inside me. I was so obscenely stretched out that it didn't even touch my
pucker at first -- just the red-pink flesh deep inside.

His tongue stroked my innards and I moaned. Then it circled to make
contact with my lips, tracing their scars intimately. He licked at the
knotty swollen purple lobe on the right side, then the scar at the top
where my anus had split a little extra two years ago and healed with a
shiny pink line.  Then he dug into the deep wrinkle that stretched to the
left from between two puffy healed hemorrhoid pillows. Finally he licked
the little seamline down toward my taint, the spot that often swells and
itches with irritation. His tongue even flicked over my little ballbumps
once.

Next he sealed his mouth against my hole and buried his tongue as far as
it would go, past some of my weird bumps further inside. The wiggling
tongue felt amazing, and suction pulled some of Daddy's and Poppa's cum
into his mouth as I moaned. I always wanted this part to last longer
because it feels so GOOD ... and because I don't like the next part. But
Mr. Lionel swallowed a few times, then moved up on the bed and I braced
myself for the thing I hated.

After the first couple of times I paid the rent, Daddy told me I should
open my mouth when Mr. Lionel does this, so I did. He leaned forward with
his wet, old man wormy lips, and kissed my mouth, dropping some of the
cum from my ass into it. I tried to swallow quickly but I could still
taste it. Mr. Lionel broke the kiss and said, "Eat your Daddy's cum,
bitch." I opened my mouth so he could see I swallowed it all.  Satisfied,
he whispered, "turn over."

I flipped and then he tucked a pillow under my waist and moved up on my
body. His thick but softish cock made contact sideways with my taint, and
then he reached down and adjusted it so it started going inside my ruined
hole, effortlessly. Mr. Lionel never really gets all the way hard inside
me until right before he cums. Sometimes not even then. I think it's
because he's old.  He also lasts a really long time and sometimes I get
bored while he's rocking back and forth inside me and I wanna turn on the
TV or something.

The landlord's got HUGE saggy balls and they're draped over mine and even
touching the bed because he's all the way inside. "Fuck, I wish my
grandsons could take me like you can," he said and I wonder if that means
they try to do this and can't, or if he's never tried anything with them?
I'd like to meet them someday and find out.

Mr. Lionel put his hands on the bed on either side of my head and started
moving out and then back in slowly, softly tugging my guts in and out.
 His tone changed as he muttered, "Little goddamn SLUT"... "Fucking used
up sloppy... little BOYhole."

I could feel the old man's cock lengthen inside me as he said these
things, without getting all the way hard. "Cheap, worthless whore," he
panted. I thought about the last time he came at night for the rent and
made me pay it to one of his friends. They both wore black and smelled
like leather and alcohol, and he watched my anus get tenderized by his
black friend with the metal jewelry things sticking straight out of his
cock! That time it made me bleed, but he still fucked me afterwards.
Poppa and Daddy did too, after Lionel and his friend left.

He was muttering, "Fucking loose BABYhole..." I didn't like that because
I'm not a baby anymore! He thrust more forcefully against me. "Knock up
that cunt..." he was saying. Then he went silent, continuing to fuck but
he was breathing really heavy.

"Uugghh!" he panted and I felt his thick softish cock harden inside me a
little more as he came.  "Aw, ahhh...ungh," he panted as the fucking
sounds got a little wetter.

Finally he collapsed on top of me, panting. He felt heavy and it was hard
to breathe but it was just for a minute. Then he rolled over, his wet
cock making a soft "pop" sound and dragging sticky cum across my cheek as
more ran out and over my pea-sized balls.

I didn't move but I already had my head turned, so I studied his face. He
was looking straight at the ceiling and I could see his gray stubble on
his neck, and some grey hairs sticking out of his nose. Then he turned
and looked at me and gave me a cold grin, and said, "Joe and Anders got a
real fucking gold mine, don't they?" Those are the names of my daddies. I
looked back at him, confused. He said, "All those guys paying good money
to fuck your tiny ass." "Who?" I asked him. He wasn't making any sense.
 It was just him, a few of his friends, my dads, and all my uncles
fucking me. No one else! He laughed and said, "Never mind. You're such a
fucking innocent little whore."

After Mr. Lionel left, I went to take a shower and made sure to push out
everything I could because I didn't want to leak anything on my way to
school. My asshole muscles wouldn't close at all, but I knew I'd be okay
in a half hour or so.

As I walked I thought about how if it wasn't for me, my daddies wouldn't
be together and we wouldn't be able to live in this nice apartment! If it
wasn't for them, I'd be living in some kind of foster home with a bunch
of other kids where people are mean! Then I saw car go by slowly. It had
a sticker on it that says, "Who rescued who?" with a dog paw, and
suddenly I got what that means. The car pulled over just past me and
stopped. I stopped walking, looking at the car suspiciously.

Then a man got out and I recognized it was Uncle JohnJohn! I only met him
last week and he fucked me REALLY hard then.  He was wearing a hat with
his long hair tucked inside for some reason, and glasses.  He looked
around the houses on the deserted street nervously and then approached
me. "Hey little cutie!" he called softly. "Hi Uncle JohnJohn!" I replied.
"I'm gonna give you a ride to school," he explained. "But...it's just
over there?" I said, confused, and pointed up two blocks away where I
could see the building already. He looked up the street, as if seeing the
school for the first time. "That's okay," he said. "I'll save you a
little walk anyway. Hop in!" We got in the car, and he let me sit in the
FRONT seat. We put our seatbelts on, and then he said, "Hey, take a good
long smell of this first and tell me what you think." He handed me a wet,
 white cloth and I inhaled deeply.

---===The End===---

PS-
I've already written one horrible little unpublished story about child
abduction :) so I don't feel a need to write another as a follow-on
chapter here.
Whatever you imagine "Uncle" JohnJohn's gonna do with our little cutie
here -- maybe even with his nice puppy pets too -- is exactly what he did
:D