Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 16:35:28 -0500
From: OK OKC <outeqokc@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy's Little Whores

WARNING: This story contains profanity and sexual situations between adult
males and male children.  This is the sole creation of the writer.  Feel
free to contact me at the above email.

Daddy's Little Whores

     This story takes place a few years of ago when I lived in Florida.

     I used to browse Craigslist a lot.  It was almost always the same
crowd in there: closet cases and cocksuckers.  Occasionally, there would be
a taboo ad, mostly involving rape, watersports, or bestiality.  These ads
were always fun to read, but they were never anything I would do.

     Then, one day, one of these ads really piqued my interest.  The
headline was "Incest--35 (NW)".  Inside, the ad stated, "Fit, discreet
male, looking for others who are into dad/son play.  Include pics/stats to
be considered.  All others will be ignored."

     Although I was intrigued, I didn't know how to respond to the poster.
I didn't have a son, and at 25, I was almost too young to be convincing.  I
left the ad, but I kept going back to it.  Then, by the end of the day, I
figured I had nothing to lose, so I sent a picture and stats.

     Two hours later, I received a response.  It said, "Nice pic.  You have
one of your son?"

     I knew I was screwed, but I still wanted to see their pictures.  I
replied, "You have any to send back?"

     As I watched TV for the next few hours, I waited for a response, but
it never came.

     Resultantly, I got into my PC to find a bogus picture.

     Then it hit me.

     I was staring at my friend Mark's picture.  In it, he was lying on a
couch and was wearing light blue jeans with holes in the knees and a red,
polo shirt.  He looked sexy as hell, as he posed: one of his hands was
raising his shirt a little, the other was behind his head, and one of his
knees was bent.  Under the shirt was a light six-pack. Back then, his hair
was blondish brown, in a feathered fop, and went perfectly with his
unblemished skin.

     Mark was 18, but could easily pass for early teens.  He also looked
like an asshole with his almost constant smirk, razor-sharp cheekbones, and
sneering, blue eyes.  Furthermore, he had always been a bit of a bum.  He
was constantly asking me for money, and being the sucker I was, I was
always giving it to him.  However, it also meant he was forever indebted to
me.

     Immediately, I attached Mark's photo to the Email.  I wrote that Mark
was actually my nephew and was only 16.  Then, I forwarded it.

     The next day, I got a response.  It said, "You and your nephew are
really hot.  It's too bad your nephew isn't even younger--hehe.  But I'm
still interested.  How young you like them?"

     "We're pretty open.  You have pics?" I repeated.

     An hour later, another Email popped up.  In it was an attachment,
which I opened quickly.

     I wasn't impressed with the picture, but I wasn't repulsed, either.
The picture was of an older man, around mid-40s, standing in front of a
mirror with the camera in his face.  He appeared short, stocky, and pasty,
and his hair was completely gray with ash colored eyebrows.  He had a
square face, wrinkles on his forehead, and moderate body hair.  He also
looked like he was in decent shape for his age.  Furthermore, he was
wearing loose, black boxer briefs, which did not look flattering on him.

     He wrote, "I know this will probably kill the deal, but I can't show
you pics of my sons or tell you their stats, for their own protection.  I
hope you understand.  However, my sons are handsome and young--very young.
I know it's a lot to ask for, but I need you to walk into this blindly,
without any questions.  I know you're probably not interested anymore, but
if you still are, hit me back up."

     A part of me was more intrigued.  I have always loved an adventure,
especially one this mysterious and daring!  However, another part of me was
afraid it was a set-up.  Nevertheless, being the gambler I am, I knew I had
to go for it.  "Sounds good, I'll call my nephew soon."

* * *

     I called Mark later that day.  I explained to him the situation, with
minimal sugar-coating.  "How old are the kids?" he asked for the umpteenth
time.

     "I don't know.  He won't say.  He just says they're really young."

     Mark laughed a little.  "I'm not going to be doing some kid."

     "Well, maybe we can just stand there and watch."

     "I don't know."

     "Well...maybe I can give you a little something."

     I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.  "Like?"

     "I know you have a few bills."

     "Always--oh, shit, hey, I gotta jet.  I'll talk to you later."

     Five minutes later, he sent me a text.  It said, "Make an offer, and
I'll think about it."

     An hour later, he was sold on the idea.

* * *

     After talking through Email for weeks, the dad and I finally set a
date.  One of his only requests was that Mark and I arrive in the same
vehicle, so his neighbors wouldn't get suspicious.  Mark wasn't saying much
at this point, but he did agree to everything.  However, when the time
finally came, he met me about an hour too late and only after I texted him
four or five times.

     Automatically, I wasn't impressed with the way Mark looked.  He looked
like an Eminem knockoff with his gray hoodie, dark beanie, baggy jeans, and
dirty sneakers.  Making matters worse, he was sulky and hiding his face in
the hoodie.  He didn't say anything during the drive and seemed more into
his phone than anything else.

     Meanwhile, I was doing damage control with my texts.  The dad was
still interested, but was starting to get nervous.

     We finally arrived in the dad's neighborhood.  The neighborhood was
extremely nice with its spacious, new homes and large, green yards.
However, there was also a lot of unfinished and abandoned construction on
the outskirts.  Resultantly, the place was eerily quiet and empty.

     When I drove up to the house, I saw a curtain move.  I parked and
continued sitting for a few seconds, as I started to get jittery.  Then, I
took a deep breath and got out.  While we were walking to the door, I asked
Mark to put up his cell, and he reluctantly did.

     The dad opened the door and let us in.  Inside, it was dimly lit,
lavishly decorated, lightly scented, and comfortably warm.  Also, there
were a lot of family pictures, but I was too nervous to look at them.

     The dad was wearing only a bulky, burgundy robe and brown, leather
slippers.  He had a nice, thin nose; naturally calm, blue eyes; short,
bushy eyebrows; and perfectly white teeth.  He looked stately, like he
would have been a lawyer or doctor.  Unfortunately, he was also a little
chubbier in person.  His robe was slightly open, revealing some hairy
man-boobs.

     Immediately, he began staring at Mark, who had his head down.  I
thought he was starting to become suspicious, so I discreetly nudged Mark.
Mark looked up at me and then at him.

     After seeing Mark's face, he glanced at me.  "Go ahead start getting
undressed, both of you."  His voice was deep, and it was stern but warm.
The command took us by surprise, and we hesitated.  The dad stirred.  I
started to take off my shirt, and Mark started to undo his hoodie.  "What's
so funny?" the dad asked.

     I assumed he was talking about Mark's smirk.  I looked at Mark, who
was off in his own world.  "He always has that smirk," I told the dad.

     A tad confused, Mark glanced up at us.  The dad paused, turned, and
disappeared into the hallway.

     I looked back at Mark.  He was wearing a wife-beater, and his hair was
buzzed and bleached, making him look paler.  "Ick," he grumbled, staring
downward.

     By that time, I figured nothing was going right.  "You want to go?" I
whispered.

     "Let's just do this."

     Soon, we were only in our underwear and socks.  He was wearing tiny,
dark blue briefs with white ribbing.  His body wasn't as toned as it
usually was, but he still looked sexy as fuck.

     The dad returned.  Automatically, he started leering at Mark's
hairless body and huge package.  What Mark lacked in height and weight, he
made up for in cock.  Suddenly becoming shy, Mark placed his hand near his
package.

     The dad led us to the master bedroom, as my heart raced in
anticipation.  We entered the room and froze near the bed.  The room
smelled like strong cinnamon, was warmer than the rest of the house, and
was filled with the murmur of ambient music.  A soft glow was coming from
several large, red candles.

     Two boys were lying on the bed.  I'm terrible with children's ages,
especially since I haven't been around them that often, but one boy looked
like he was around 12 and the other around 9.

     The older boy was about 4 feet 10 inches and barely over 100 pounds.
He wasn't a chubby kid, but he was solid with a barrel chest, broad
shoulders, and a tiny potbelly.  He was wearing only blue boxer briefs with
a gray, elastic band.  His nose was similar to his dad's, but it flared out
a little towards the bottom.  He also had chubby cheeks, outward-slanted
eyebrows, small ears, and blue eyes, which were wide-apart and shaped like
sideway teardrops.  Furthermore, his hair was short and brown, and his
bangs stuck up a bit.

     The younger boy was about 4 feet 5 inches and 60 pounds.  He was a
tiny kid with long, gangly limbs, but a perky, little butt.  He was wearing
only Spiderman underoos with a red, elastic band.  His ears were less round
and bigger than his brother's, and his eyebrows slanted inward.  However,
their noses and eye-shape were the same.  Also, he had a narrowing face,
which made his chin look pointier and gave him a joker smile.  A tiny gap
was between his two front teeth.  Furthermore, his hair was short and
brown, too, and it was a little messy with his cowlick sticking up.

     Mark looked uncomfortable, as he stared at the boys.  "Let's get those
shorts off, boys," the dad said to Mark and me.

     The dad took off his robe and underwear and got between the boys.
Then, Mark and I took off our underwear.  I was the first to crawl in bed,
and I lied between the dad and older boy.  Immediately, the boy started
sucking my dick, as the dad caressed my body.  The boy was working the end
of my dick with his mouth and the other half with his hand.  He was a good
cocksucker: he used a lot of tongue, had great suction, and jerked me just
right.  He also did this swirling thing with his tongue that felt
incredible.

     Mark was still standing with his hand in front of his cock.  "Don't be
shy," the dad told him.  Slowly and reluctantly, Mark crawled in bed.  The
younger boy automatically started sucking Mark, as Mark kneeled awkwardly.
"Lie back.  Get comfortable," the dad said to him.

     Mark lied down, and the boy flung over on his belly, between Mark's
legs.  Mark had a huge, curved cock, but the boy worked it with no problem.

     Soon, the older boy was between my legs, too.  He continued blowing my
cock, as he stared up at me.  I stared back at him and caressed his arms
and hands, which felt extremely soft.  Sometimes, he would smile or smirk,
which I thought was adorable.

     The dad was busy groping Mark and me.  He would occasionally reach
down and grab the base of our cocks, as his sons continued sucking.  A few
times, he slapped our cocks against their faces and then pretended to force
feed them by shoving our cocks in their mouths or pushing their heads down
on them.  "Eat those balls," he said once, as he lifted my balls and stuck
them in his son's mouth.

     Soon, the older boy began looking in Mark's direction.  He started
sucking me less, so the dad took over for him, as he went over to Mark.  He
was standing and seemed to snatch the cock from his brother.  The younger
one whimpered, and the older one began to ferociously suck Mark, as if he
was starving to death.

     Moments later, the younger one was playing with Mark's hole and balls,
but seemed somewhat bored.  Mark was rock hard and starting to moan and
writhe.  "You always get it," the younger one fussed.

     The dad stopped sucking me and turned his head.  "You'll get the next
one," he assured him.  At that moment, I noticed the dad's hard cock, which
was stubby, circumcised, and hairy.  The dad kept his head turned, as he
slowly jerked me.  Then, he glanced in my direction.  "You both clean?" he
whispered.

     This annoyed me because I had already told him through Email we were.
"Yeah," I replied.

     Mark had his eyes closed and his mouth open, and he was starting to
get louder.  The dad let go of me and rolled over to watch Mark's orgasm.
Unfortunately, he was blocking my view.

     I think the younger one was fingering Mark because Mark was squirming
everywhere.  "Feel it?  Feel it getting harder?" the dad asked the younger
one (I think referring to Mark's prostate).  "He's gonna blow."  Mark
groaned loudly and grabbed the older boy's head to keep him down.  Then, he
curled upward and jolted a few times.  "Oh, yeah, take that load, boy.
Take every drop."

     "Oh, my gawd," Mark gasped.

     The older boy stood up and looked at his dad.  He had puffy cheeks and
a small wet spot in front of his briefs.  Suddenly, he and his dad started
French kissing, as they swapped Mark's cum between their mouths.  Soon, the
cum was running down the boy's chin.  Mark watched in exhaustion and
horror.  "Mmm, so sweet," the dad whispered.  Mark scooted to the edge of
the bed and sat up.  He then touched his dick, which was now red, swollen,
and wet.  "You can use the bathroom in here or the one across the hall to
wash up," the dad told him.

     "The hall?" Mark mumbled dazedly.

     The dad pointed to the wall.  "Yeah, the door's open.  You'll see it
when you walk out," the dad answered.  "You can use the towel hanging up in
there."

     Mark walked over, grabbed his briefs, and left the room without
lifting his head.

     The younger boy began sucking the end of my dick.  His mouth felt like
a wet, tight, butthole.  I was surprised I didn't feel any teeth with his
mouth being so small.

     The dad said something to the older boy, and the boy went to the
nightstand.  "This one?" the boy asked.

     "Yeah," the dad answered and turned to me.  "You a top or a bottom?"

     "Vers, but mostly top," I responded.

     The boy handed the dad a small, lube bottle, and the dad opened it.
"Move," he told the younger one.

     The dad squirted lube on my cock.  Immediately, the younger one began
stroking me with both hands, side by side.  Then, the dad handed him a
condom, and he put it on me and continued stroking.  He seemed to know what
he was doing.

     The shower across the hall started up.  "He won't take anything, will
he?" the dad whispered to me about Mark.

     "Naw, he's a good kid," I replied.

     By that time, half the bottle of lube was on my cock.  "Which one of
you wants to try it?" the dad asked his sons.

     The younger one's eyes bulged, and he smirked.  "It's too big," he
responded, almost sheepishly.

     "I guess I will," the older boy volunteered, apprehensively.

     He pulled off his briefs, as his tiny boner slapped his belly.  His
cock looked like his dad's: cut and stubby.  At first, I thought I saw a
shadow at the base of his cock, but then I realized it was peach fuzz.
Also, he had a pasty, round ass, which looked cute on him.

     He got up on the bed and squatted over my stomach.  I noticed a small,
crescent-shaped birthmark inside his right thigh.  "Turn around," the dad
said.

     He turned and bent over.  The younger boy slipped his hand between his
brother's legs, and the dad squirted lube in it.  Then, the dad squirted
lube in his own hand and started working the older boy's hole.  The boy
spread his butt, revealing a smooth, pink hole, which was so small it was
hard to see in the dark.  A few times, the dad fingered his son and got
lube deep inside him.  The boy took it like a champ.

     He spread his butt farther.  His hole winked, and a glob of lube
plopped out on my chest.  He was ready to go.

     He turned around and hovered over my cock, as his brother held it
still.  He was gripping it so tightly it was bulging and starting to hurt.
I didn't say anything.

     The boy came down on my cock.  He grimaced, as the head entered him.
"Remember, bear down, like you're taking a crap," the dad instructed him.
He inched down farther.  His rectum was super tight, and it felt so good it
made me harder.  However, the boy was holding his breath, was rigid, and
getting paler.  The dad put his hand on the boy's stomach.  "Breathe,
relax."  The boy breathed deeply and inched down farther.  "It's just like
your dad's dick, but longer--and bigger."

     The older boy snickered, as the younger one giggled.  The younger one
then rubbed more lube on my cock and his brother's hole.  By that time, the
older boy was halfway on my cock and was beginning to bob on it.  Within
seconds, he was more relaxed and moving faster and deeper.

     The dad noticed the room was starting to get hotter and smell like
soggy cinnamon rolls.  Quickly, he left the bed to turn down the thermostat
and burn another candle.

     Soon, the boy slid to the base of my cock and gasped loudly.  The gasp
turned into a half smile, as he continued riding me.  I rested my hands on
his thighs and hip, which felt hot and moist.  The younger boy began
licking my balls and swirling his finger against my clamped hole.  "You
want to do him missionary?" the dad asked me.

     "Yeah," I replied.

     I sat up, embraced the boy, and swung him gently onto his back.  I
repositioned and continued fucking him, as the younger one started playing
with my hole.  "Come over here, you," the dad said to him.

     The dad laid him next to us.  He was naked, and his cock and balls
looked like a tiny button attached to a bigger, deflated ball.  He spread
his legs, as the dad lubed him up.  His hole was too small to see, but I
could see his open butt-crack.

     The dad put his bare dick inside him, and the boy winced and grimaced
for a moment.  Then, the dad started fucking him.  I really wanted to fuck
the younger one after his brother.  I was imagining how good his hole felt,
especially after being inside his brother's tight one.

     Soon, the older boy grimaced and clinched, as a whiff of fart cut
through the cinnamon scent.  The younger boy went to exclaim his brother's
name, but the dad covered his mouth.  "It stinks," the younger one muffled
and smiled under his hand.

     "Behave," the dad warned him.

     I looked down at my cock.  A couple specks of shit were on the condom,
but the boy was close to cumming.  He looked completely relaxed and was
breathing faster and moaning more.  He shot a small, runny load on his
belly without even touching his cock.  The throbbing and tightening of his
rectum felt awesome.

     Quickly, I pulled off the condom, jerked for a few seconds, and
covered the boy's stomach with thick, white cum.

     After seeing me cum, the dad shot inside his son.  He then pulled out
his cock, as the boy barely grimaced.  The dad grabbed a hand towel by the
bed.  "Turn around," he told the younger one.  The boy got on all fours,
and the dad wiped up the running cum from his hole.  He then spread his
hole to inspect it.  More cum dribbled out, and the dad wiped it up.  "Go
get in the shower, both of you.  I'll bring you your clothes."

     The boys scurried to the master bathroom to shower together.

     I went into the main hall to take a shower.  Afterwards, I put on my
underwear, went to the living room, and started to get dressed.

     Mark was sitting on a couch, and to my surprise, the younger one was
blowing Mark, while staring up at him.  The boy was wearing only blue
boxers with yellow ducks on them, and they were pulled up high.  Mark
looked embarrassed and had his hand in his face.  I laughed.  "He's such a
little kid," Mark grumbled, as if the boy wasn't there.

     "He just came in here and started sucking you?" I asked.

     "Yeah," he mumbled.

     "He must really want that last nut."

     The kitchen light came on, and I heard stirring.  I peered into there
and noticed a shadow.  "You guys want anything to drink for the road?" the
dad asked.

     "We're good," I said.  The dad appeared.  "The little one is still
going at it."

     The dad smirked and rolled his eyes.  "I created a monster."

     Mark pulled his cock away from the boy and started jerking.  "I'm
close," he said.

     The boy opened his mouth wide, and Mark stuck his dick in it and came.
The boy stayed still for a few seconds.  Then, he rose, swallowed, wiped
his chin, and scurried away.

     Mark and I thanked the dad and left quickly.

THE END