Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 19:43:59 -0500 (EST) From: Milford Slabaugh Subject: How to Make a Pervert (in Three Easy Lessons) HOW TO MAKE A PERVERT (IN THREE EASY LESSONS) By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM Lilith was checking her make-up in the mirror. "Now, remember, Leon, dear." she said to me as I sat at the breakfast table. "We agreed, you take care of Tyler and his friends while their mothers and I do the Christmas shopping." "All the Christmas shopping." I pointed out the only reason I had agreed to forego my freedom for the long Thanksgiving weekend to babysit. "You have my list of people at my office to buy for." She was to pick up gifts for my secretary, the receptionist, the office support clerk and the officer manager, as well as a box of candy or something similar for the rest of the suite. "My secretary, go up to fifty or seventy-five dollars, the others should be...." "Between fifteen and twenty." Lilith commented. "I know, dear, and don't worry, I'll pick up something in perfect taste, not too sexy and not too bland." "I'm counting on you, dear." A loud shriek of sound from the door near the hallway that led to the stairs up to the bedrooms. That was Tyler. "Mommy, Daddy!" "Good morning, dear." Lilith was ready for him like I never am, she had his bowl of oatmeal ready, along with toast and some slices of apple. Tyler also had the next three days off for a long Thanksgiving weekend (he'd had the entire first half of the week as well, in fact), and Lilith really did deserve a break from parenting. With her embarking on a shopping expedition on Black Friday, me keeping Tyler and his friends occupied was the least I could do. She had the entire period marked out, a different shopping friend every day. I would only be burdened thus with two kids per day, with one my son and the other one different. A car in our driveway also didn't surprise me, in many ways, I wish my wife was my law firm's office manager, she had everything in my life slowing smoothly, like now. Both of us were up and fed, and she was ready and dressed, and here came her shopping partner for the day. She even came in through the kitchen door. "Hello, dear!" to my wife and "Hello, Leon." It was Marianne with her son Paul. Paul was Tyler's age, he was a sort of "Momma's Boy" and it showed, his clothes were really too fine for everyday wear and his hair was more styled than combed which made his rather angelic face even more cherubic. He was carrying some games in a bag which was his ammunition for the day at my son's house. Paul and Tyler went into Tyler's bedroom to unload the bag and I settled in for a fairly boring day of babysitting two kids. They played outdoors a fair portion of the morning while I worked in the garage, but the weather in Southern California is still pretty hot even at Thanksgiving, the temperature climbed into the low eighties and they came indoors at lunch. Paul was pretty mussed by then and I had to grin at how my rough-and-tumble Tyler had turned Momma's Boy into a regular-looking youngster instead of the cream-and-polish job he'd had when he came in. That hair of his without the hair cream in it was a tumbled shock of dirty-blond hair that made his cute face a lot more masculine. "You two had better wash up when you finish your lunch." I told them. "You can stay indoors the rest of the day and play your games up in Tyler's room." I yawned. "Me, I'm going to lie down for a nap, if you two Yahoos can keep from burning down the house for that long." The boys giggled which was my intent. After I got the dishes loaded in the dishwasher, I followed through on my intent, went upstairs to my bedroom and undressed down to my boxers, got into bed. I wasn't worried about noise, we soundproofed Tyler's room and compensated for that by an intercom he could press to call us if he needed us. I had fallen asleep in short order, I figure it was a leftover tryptophan effect; turkey can make you awful sleepy, no doubt about it. I hadn't had any today, but yesterday's feast had left me bloated. Anyhow, I zonked out. I woke up to whispers in the room with me. I hadn't heard the door open. "Is he asleep?" Paul's voice whispered. "Yeah, my daddy sleeps real sound." Tyler assured him. "When I buzz them at night on my intercom, it's always Mom who wakes up, Daddy never does." That wasn't true, it woke both of us up, but Lilith always fended off my offers to see to Tyler and went in to check on the boy. I smirked to myself, I wanted to see what mischief my boys planned, maybe I could spook them by yelling "Boo!" at the right moment or something. "All right, then." Paul said softly. "I can show you what to do. Help me take the covers off him, careful. Don't want to wake him." I lay as I was, eyes closed, the "Image of a Man Asleep" while my son and his friend quietly lifted the coverlet off of me. "Good, he has boxers on, that'll help." Paul hissed when the covers went down far enough. "Now, we get on the bed, careful, don't shake the mattress." Two boys climbing on a bed shakes it quite a bit, I carefully made a bit of shift of my head so that I could see them on the bed but didn't open my eyes. I'd have to sneak peeks when I thought it was safe. I could tell by the way the mattress moved and bent that they were in the middle, one on each side of me. I sneaked a quick look at them and had to keep from bursting out laughing. The two little scamps were both buck-naked! Every child goes through a nudist phase, and spending a day with little to do could bring it out in the kid. I could see them plain as day as I hadn't closed my curtain entirely and had plenty of light, two little pink forms on either side of my own pale but hairy form, my blue boxers in between them. I saw Paul start to look my way and hastily closed my eyes. "Now, you just reach in real carefully and pull it out." Paul said and I barely kept from gasping out loud as I felt a hand reach into my boxers and catch hold of my cock. I knew it was Paul from the way he grabbed hold, and it was dragged out through the slit in my boxers. "Wow!" Tyler breathed as I was thus exposed to my son's view. "You're right, Paul, it's so much bigger than mine!" "This is even bigger than my brother's." Paul agreed. "I think it just keeps getting bigger as you get older. Anyhow, once you get it out, you play with it like this." Paul began to pump on my pud, stroking it up and down, I made the softest moan I could and my cock stiffened up. You have to realize here, folks, that while Lilith had made my home life comfortable and efficient, the scene in the bedroom had suffered severely the last few years. I had gone from sex every day to now maybe once a month. If my pud was to see action these days, I had to work it myself, something I couldn't bring myself to do more than once or twice a week, it felt so pathetic. Now, I had someone else jerking my prick. My son's friend, in the midst of showing my son some naughtiness he practiced with his brother. "Isn't this going to wake my daddy up?" "My brother never wakes up." Paul assured my son. "You just keep on working it like this and after a while, the funniest thing happens." "What?" "This white stuff squirts out of it." Paul explained. "Lots of it if you do it right. My brother shoots it all over me when he does it." "And he never wakes up?" "Nope. Never. I play with him nearly every night, no problem." I'd seen Paul's big brother a time or two, no doubt he knew better than to mess with a good thing when he had it and was shamming the way I was. "Do you think my daddy will squirt it soon?" "Oh, yeah, I think so, his dick's getting nice and warm now." It sure as hell was? I lay there, all thought of yelling "Boo!" long vanished from my thoughts, all I wanted now was to get my load out and to hell with the consequences. There must be something primally moral-neutral about sex in the human brain, you get the opportunity and you stop bothering with what you ought to do every time. You just...lay there and let it happen. So I lay there, shamming sleep while Paul pounded my pud as my son stared at it avidly. I sneaked a few glimpses now and then, and they were both eagerly watching my dick, waiting for the eruption. Waiting for me to come! God, my breathing was becoming so heavy that these boys had to notice it. "Daddy's breathing funny." "They do that before they squirt it." Paul said. "Don't worry, he's still asleep. He won't even know we've done it." "Yeah." My son's voice dripped with a sort of raw intensity, probably curiosity, that my sex-befuddled brain confused for desire. My son wanted to see me shoot, and that hand of Paul's was making that the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. "My brother does the same thing." Paul went on. "And when he shoots it out, he'll make some funny moaning sounds. All in his sleep." "Daddy's moaning." Tyler observed. And I was. My climax was upon me. I managed to keep it to "Mmmh! Mmmh! Mmmh!" sounds as my orgasm screamed through my brain and my cock built up a load and a half. I was holding it back, keeping it inside me long as I could. And when I let it go, I let go all at once. I didn't just shoot, I exploded. "Oh, oh, oh!" My son gasped and I opened my eyes, to see what was going on. My cock was spurting in all directions like a fountain, both kids were getting pelted by my spunk, a huge load (it had been more than a week since any release at all, I'd considered jerking off when I got in bed in fact but had fallen asleep first) and the looks on their faces was priceless. My son was astonished and happy, laughing along with Paul at how much goo I was getting on them, my dick was like the best toy in the world to them. "Wow, oh, wow!" My son said when I was done and I hastily closed my eyes again. "My daddy really blew it out hard!" "Yeah, that was more than my brother ever shot!" "I got some in my mouth!" My son went on. "Tastes salty, but nice." "Yeah?" Paul obviously lifted some of my spunk off of his body and tasted it for himself. "Hey, yeah, it does." "Daddy's breathing awful hard." "Yeah, they do that. Don't worry, he's not awake, is he?" "No." "So don't worry. Let's just clean him off and cover him up and he won't even knew we've done it." I felt then two tongues licking at my body, two boys lapping up my jizz and swallowing it. Man, what a hell of a feeling. "Daddy's getting all hard again! Can we do it all over again?" "Not for a while. I tried it with my brother but he just groaned and turned over in bed on me so I couldn't reach it. Is that all of it." "One more up here." Tyler's tongue licked a spot near my nipple, I sneaked another look and watched his pink tongue slipping out and over my body and up again, a pearl of my come on it, and into his mouth. "Okay, he's clean." I closed my eyes again and was covered up and left alone. I sighed and felt better than I had in years! After a few minutes, I got up and dressed and went to find my kids. "Hey there!" I called when I found them in Tyler's bedroom. "Hey, Daddy." Tyler asked. "Did you have a nice nap?" "Best I've ever had!" I said and flexed. "I feel like a million dollars. What do you two say to me taking you two out for some ice cream?" "Great!" Paul said. "You are in a good mood, Daddy." Tyler said. I only took him out for ice cream when he'd gotten a good grade on his report card or birthday or such. "It was that nap." I said. "I wish I could sleep like that all the time. Every night." "Yeah." Tyler said. I took the boys for ice cream and we got back around four o'clock and Lilith and Mary returned soon after that. Lilith went to bed soon after dinner, pleading a headache. "Do I got to go to bed, too, Daddy?" Tyler asked me. "It's only eight o'clock." "No, Son, we can stay up a while longer." I agreed. Tyler crawled onto the couch beside me. "Did you and Paul have a good time today?" I asked him. "Yeah, Daddy, we had a great time." "So did I." I said. After a pause. "Especially when you and Paul came into my room while I was taking a nap." "You saw us?" Tyler asked. "Yep." I said. Tyler was quiet, then said, "We didn't know. Paul said you were asleep." "Well, I wasn't. But it's okay, I didn't mind. It felt really good." "Yeah?" "Yeah." I said. "I liked it." "Oh." Tyler paused. Then, "Daddy? Can I do it again?" I smiled down at my son. "I was hoping you'd say that." I was wearing only a pair of soft sweatpants and sweatshirt, what I'd put on when I got up from the nap. "Go right ahead." Tyler eagerly untied my pants top when I exposed the tie for him and he fished inside. He caught hold of my cock and it was already hard, I lifted my buttocks and skinned my pants down my legs for him and lifted my shirt up high on my stomach. "There you go, Son. All yours." "Yeah!" he said and began to pump in it. He wasn't as skilled as Paul had been, less practice, if any at all. But he knew what to do and I wasn't fussy about it, my son was pumping my pud and now I could get this any time I wanted to. The long drought of my near-sexless marriage was over! Tyler was looking up at me as he jerked me, I smiled down at him and he grinned and I reached my head down and gave him a kiss right on his lips. "Your dick is so nice and warm, Daddy!" Tyler said. "Just like Paul said it was." "It gets warm when it gets worked up. The warmer it gets, the closer I get to shooting my load of jizz for you. You want that, Son? You want my jizz all over you like I did this afternoon?" "Yeah, Daddy, yeah, shoot it all over me!" Tyler begged me. "Oh, Daddy, your dick's getting so hot, is it about to squirt your jizz?" "Yeah, Son!" I gasped. "You jerking my prick is really turning me on, Baby. I'm going to come now, Baby, going to come!" "Yeah, Daddy, shoot it for me. Shoot it!" "Here you go, Baby, ah, AH-HAH-AH-AH-AHHHHH, HAHHHHH!" And I came like had that afternoon, holding it back so I could shoot it harder. My son oohed and ahhed as I sprayed him right on his face, for he had pointed it right at himself, and he took it all over his face and came up, sputtering and laughing at how hard I'd shot it. Done, I lay back panting. "Oh, Baby, you do that so good!" "You're good at shooting it out, Daddy." Tyler praised me in turn. "Can we do this again sometime? Soon?" "Yeah." I said. "You're really handy at this!" Tyler snickered, and so did I when I realized what I'd said. "I'll be your handy buddy!" "You can be my handy-dandy buddy." I agreed. "Only...let's not tell Momma about this, okay? If you do, she'll make us stop." "Don't worry, Daddy." Tyler said. "I wouldn't do anything to stop getting to do this!" And my son went to industriously licking up the spunk that had landed on my stomach. I lifted my jizz from his jace with a finger and stuck it into his mouth so he could suck it off, which he did, a look of pure bliss on his face. "You like the taste of my squibs, Son?" "Yeah, Daddy, they taste like you." Tyler informed me. And Tyler and I watched television afterwards, cuddling, warm and safe and happy. I went to bed and lay down by my sleeping wife sated and unfrustrated for the first time in I don't know when. The next day I woke up when I felt like it, savoring the lack of an alarm clock. Regular work weeks, I had too much planned for my Saturdays to sleep in, and my wife was insistent we attend church every Sunday as well, but this one day, I could sleep in. It was almost nine o'clock before I staggered downstairs in my bathrobe to get myself some breakfast. I was still pretty bleary and didn't bother to fasten it, it was for the neighbors rather than anyone else, after all Tyler had seen me in my boxers plenty of times even before he turned into my "handy-dandy buddy." But I stopped, stepped back a step, when I saw Tyler wasn't alone at the breakfast table. "Uh, good morning." I said, grabbing to close my robe. "Morning, Daddy." Tyler said. "You want some pancakes?" "Sure." I said but I didn't see any. "Where are they?" "I made them." bragged Tyler's friend, a boy I didn't recognize. "I'll pour them for you and they'll be ready in a minute." "George knows how to make pancakes." Tyler explained. "Great." I said. I'd semi-forgotten my agreement to babysit for Tyler and another of his friends today. That put a crimp in the bed games, but with two loads unloaded yesterday, I could be patient. I sat down and Tyler promptly moved his seat over to right beside mine. I pretended for George's sake this was nothing. But as George was tending the pancakes, Tyler's hand came over and wrestled its way inside my bathrobe (knocking it open in the process) and was fumbling for my boxers' opening. "Tyler!" I hissed. "We have company! Remember, we're keeping this a secret!" "It's okay, Daddy." Tyler said. "George knows about it. I already told him." I looked at George, and he turned his head to look at me, grinned. And Tyler's hand found my cock. "George wants to see you shoot it, Daddy." Tyler said. "He said his daddy's dick just kind of dribbles out." "Tyler says yours really flies all over." George said, with a tone of undeniable admiration. I smiled, unsure but willing. George was another of Tyler's fellow first-graders, albeit a bit taller and thinner than Tyler or Paul, his hair was a reddish-brown in color, his skin was a darker shade than Tyler's, even than mine. The eyes that caught mine were deep brown and I had a flash that this kid one day was going to be something special. George fished the pancakes out of the skillet and brought them over. I don't know if he used a pancake mix or did it from scratch (he'd poured it out of a pitcher) but they were perfect, and tasted just fine topped with a pat of butter and a liberal dose of syrup. And for added flavor, I had Tyler's hand on my cock, playing with my dick while I ate. George sat on the other side of the table, sneaking looks under every now and then. Eating distracted me enough to prevent a full-on erection from forming, but when I was done and George took away the plate, Tyler's hand shifted into full gear and I ended up with a total woody. "Let's go into the living room, Daddy." Tyler said. "I want George to get a good look at it when you come." I didn't argue with his logic, I just let Tyler pull me toward the living room by my cock and George behind us. I sat in the middle of the couch, put my arms out on the back on both sides. Tyler pulled my boxers off and he and George sat down on either side of me, my robe wide open and my body showing. The light was better than my bedroom, because of the wide picture window (screened from neighbors' view by a high hedge around our property), I was in full light and full view of these two eager boys. Tyler started working my pud and he said excitedly to George, "You just wait, he's going to spray it all over the place. And it tastes really nice, kind of salty and hot and sticky." "Yeah, I know." George said. "My daddy's tastes the same way." "You've tasted your daddy's come?" Tyler was interested, though his hand continued pounding automatically on my prick. So was I, I was learning more about my neighbors than I'd expected! "Yeah, Daddy likes it when I drink it all down for him. Keeps from making a mess, he says." "But he only dribbles out." Tyler said. "How can you do anything with that?" "You have to catch it as it comes out." George explained. "Even before it comes out." "Huh?" "I think he's talking about sucking cock." I put in. "How do you do that?" Tyler wanted to know. "You use your mouth like you're using your hand." "Let me show you." George said. "My Daddy's bigger than yours, I can suck him easy and show you how to do it." "Okay." Tyler let go of my cock and before I could move or lose an iota of my erection, George leaned over and plunked his mouth onto my dong. He had his mouth full of spit already, I was suddenly enveloped in a mass of warm wetness surrounded by a pair of soft lips and a tongue that caressed the side of my shaft. "Ooohh!" I moaned. That just felt so good! George's Daddy had taught him right! "Yeah, that's nice, nice!" "Daddy likes it!" Tyler enthused. "Show me how to do it, I want to make Daddy feel like that." George began to move up and down my cock, while my son observed closely. As for me, I was lost in a feeling I hadn't had in, God, years! There's a difference and then some between a hand and a mouth, and even between a mouth and a vagina. Of the three, the mouth is most flexible and soft. It can't give the grip of a hand, or the tightness of a pussy, but it's something that only a person who's willing and eager can do for you. A woman can opt to just lie there, a mouth takes active participation. I'd always loved being sucked, and Lilith cutting me off had been the most painful part of our dwindling marriage passion to me. Now I had a young boy's mouth on my prick, and that feeling was alive again! "Oh, God, oh, oh, yeah!" I moaned. "God, George, you do that so good, ah, shit, yeah!" "Come on, George, suck my Daddy, make him squirt! Only, you got to pull off when he comes, so you can see it, okay, okay?" "Ah, it's, it's, it's not going to be long, Son!" I gasped out. "I'm so fucking hot right now, I got to blow so hard!" "Yeah, Daddy, blow it hard, only let us know, so George can stop, okay? Okay?" "Yeah, Son, I.... Ah, oh, God, I'm about to come, keep sucking me, George, keep sucking it, I'm oh, OH, AH, AHHH, AHH, LET GO NOW, NOW, OH, AH-AH-AH!" George got off my cock and my son's hand hastily replaced it, his hand slippery and wet on my slicked-up prick. And I blew like I had the day before. "AH-HAH-HAH! GUHHHHHHH! AHHHH! UHHHH! HUHHH!" My jism was flying all over, my held-back climax shaking me hard like it always had. One virtue about jerking yourself, you can really learn to control when you come. Now my retention was rewarded, I was spraying my body heavily and the boys on either side, too, because Tyler was treating my cock like a firehose, aiming it at George and then back at himself to make sure we were all three coated with my jizz. When I finished, George breathed out huskily. "Wow! Your Dad really shoots it out hard, doesn't he?" "I told you so." Tyler said. "He really blows his spunk everywhere!" "Yeah!" George said. "Taste it, see what I mean, how good it is!" The boys began to lick themselves and me clean. Again, I was amazed at this, how long had this been going on in my neighborhood and me oblivious to it. Until this long Thanksgiving weekend of babysitting had let me get a clear look at it. I had to get to know our neighbors better, for certain! Lilith and Amelia, George's mother, didn't make the all-day trip they had the day before, they came back in the early afternoon. George was collected and looked at me with regret, which I returned, he'd expected, and so had I, that he could siphon another load off of me that afternoon, because he'd said next time he wanted to hold on and drink it all hot off my prick. I hoped George's father knew how lucky he was. I figured the rest of my Saturday was going to be devoted to honey-dos (you know, "Honey, do this" and "Honey, do that" about the house, but Lilith said, "I'm going to have to go exchange the blouse I picked up for Margaret yesterday, I just learned from Amelia that she's packed on another twenty pounds. You can handle Tyler for another hour or so until I get back, can't you, Leon?" I looked at Tyler and he grinned broadly. I said to Lilith. "No problem, I'll keep our little terror busy all right." "You've certainly been enjoying your babysitting job, I must admit." Lilith put in. "You really get along with these boys, don't you?" "I certainly do." I agreed. The minute the door closed, Tyler jumped up and said, "Let's get upstairs, Daddy! I get to suck your cock this time!" With an incentive like that, I took the stairs two at a time, chugging after my son. Tyler took us to his room, though, and when I followed, he said, "On my bed, Daddy! I want to suck your cock on my bed!" I looked at his race-car shaped bed and threw a boner like never before. Sex on my boy's bed! Damned right! I fought my clothes off, as the sound of my wife's car chugged out of the driveway and off to the department store again. It was a good fifteen-twenty miles from home, I knew, she'd be gone for an hour or more. I could get naked for my boy. And Tyler stripped, too and when I was laid out on his bed, he crawled in at the foot and between my legs, my dong the tower toward which he traveled. When he got hold of it again and his lips reached for it, I moaned and a globe of my precome oozed out to greet him. Tyler lowered his mouth onto my cock. "Now, Son, you have to work up your spit like George did." I advised. "And be sure to keep your teeth out of the way." "Don't worry, Daddy. George told me what to do." Tyler said, and his mouth as it enclosed me was as wet and soft and even warmer than George's. And even better...it was my son's mouth that was holding my cock captive. He worked my pud like a cocksucker should, still no experience but he was doing everything right. I decided this was no time to dally in my orgasm, I should get myself off as quick as I could, before my son tired and couldn't finish what he'd started. His lips bobbed up and down with smooth efficiency, though and the atmosphere of my son's room, his toys, his dresser, the toy chest we'd bought him at his birth and he still had and used, and even the race-car shaped bed turned me on. And most of all, the sight of my son's eyes as he looked up at me as he sucked me, his lips curved up at the edges in happy bliss at sucking on his father's cock and making his daddy happy! My climax when it arrived was as sweet and gentle as a summer's rain and as warm. I moaned and crooned and when it tread into my brain on soft cats' feet, I sighed and said, "Here it comes, Baby, I'm going to shoot it. Nice and slow for you, Baby, nice and slow." And Tyler sped up and I closed my eyes, shivered in a soft sort of mini-climax, and while it held all the pleasure, it was at a lower pressure, it just sort of flowed through my senses and I shot my load, a "dribble-load" like George's Dad always gave him and that was perfect for my son's first suck job, because he could catch it and drink it all down without choking or coughing, he just suckled at my prong and I gave him every drop. "Oh, Baby, that was good, so good!" I told him. Tyler snuggled up to me. "I'm glad you liked it, Daddy." I felt his little pud on my hand which he was partly lying on and I gripped it and Tyler gasped. "Ooh, Daddy!" he said. "How about you let your Daddy try sucking on yours now?" I offered. "Okay, Daddy!" Tyler said. "Just climb up here and sit on your Daddy's chest." I instructed. "I want to be able to get to every bit of you." And Tyler did and when he was seated on my breast, his knees on the pillow to either side and my shoulders up on his calves, I took his little pud into my mouth and I began to give him the best suck job I was capable of. I was as green at sucking dick as my son, but a prick this little wasn't any problem for me. I used my hands to stroke his body and Tyler's smooth skin was rippling with pleasure as I stroked him. It only took my son a few moments and then he was gasping and shuddering and he gave me a little-boy dry orgasm that I remembered from my own boyhood. Done, he crawled out and lay down beside me. "Can you come back in when Mommy goes to sleep, Daddy?" Tyler asked me. "We have guests coming tonight, Son, remember?" I told him. Lilith had set up a party with some of the neighbors, all adults. "Awww!" Tyler moaned and I couldn't blame him. We got up and got dressed and I played some video games with him until his mother came home and even after. That party went on a lot longer than I wanted it to, and I was stuck out there with these people until the last of them went home. My few sallies to turn in and leave Lilith in charge was met by her with a frosty refusal, if she could entertain after a long day's shopping, I could certainly do the same. It was after two a.m. before I finally got into bed, and I'd drunk far more than was good for me. I awoke to soft lips on my cock and looked blearily over at the time. Nearly ten a.m.! Tyler and his friend of the day (whoever that was) must be keeping quiet and letting Daddy sleep in. Except Tyler had slid into my bedroom and under my covers for a chance to slurp on Daddy's pud again. "Yeah, Son, that's good, that's so good!" I told him, rubbing his head under the covers. "You really know how to make your Daddy feel good, baby, so good!" Tyler had really gotten better overnight at this, he was sucking my pud like a pro. "You've really gotten my prick slicked all up for me." "Yeah." came a voice muffled under the covers. "That's what I wanted. And he crawled around and got on top of me, sat down on my stomach and raised up and his head and body thus emerged from the covers while slid down to nearly my knees. It was a boy and it was naked, but it wasn't Tyler! I was startled and then some. "Who are you?" I gasped out. "I'm Joey." he said to me. "You're taking care of me today while my mom goes out with your wife and Tyler. Your wife wants to buy Tyler some clothes and needed him to go along with her to try things on. I stayed here, I don't need any clothes." "You...stayed...here." I stuttered out. "Yeah." Joey said. "So I could do this." And his hand reached behind him and caught my still-hard cock and he shifted and sidled backwards. "What are you doing?" I asked stupidly. I was slightly hungover and still groggy (I'm not much of a morning person). "Going to sit on your cock." Joey explained simply. "Only way you can fuck me, lying like you are, isn't it?" "Yeah." I agreed and Joey got my glans pressed up against him. "It's just...." "I can take you." Joey shifted and proved his point by getting my cockhead inside his butt. "See? No problem. My uncle's been fucking me for almost a year." "Your uncle?" "He lives with us. Sneaks into my room every night, nearly." Joey said and more of my cock slid into him. "Fucks me nice and hard. Feels great." "It does?" "Yeah." Joey said. "Especially when I'm on top like this and can decide just how much of it I want inside me. You're bigger than my uncle, you feel really good inside me." "You...you need me to do anything?" "Nah, just lay there until I can get it all inside me." Joey pushed more of my prick into his ass. "Man, you got a long, hard one, don't you, Mr. Bell?" "I guess so." I groaned. "It wasn't expecting company right now, is all." Joey chuckled. "Hope you don't mind me intruding." "Not at all." Joey settled in and then he began to wriggle on top of me. Little motions, but it was enough to make my cock start to sing! I couldn't believe how this weekend had turned out, was every first-grader in Tyler's school fucking and sucking their male relatives? I really had to get to know my neighbors better! Joey got into it and began to really fuck himself on me. His hips were thrusting back and forth, sending my prick deep into him and pulling way off of it, down to the glans. I was so turned on I reached up and grabbed him, pulled him to me and rolled us both over, so I could be the one doing the fucking here. So long, so fucking long since fucking, and I was going to fuck long and hard! Joey just writhed under me and moaned, this kid was really getting into me fucking him. I was in heaven, too, the servicing I was getting after so many years of little to no sex at all, and the sex I'd gotten lackluster and boring. Now I had boys, my son and his friends, and all of them couldn't get enough of my cock! And this one wanted me to ram him and good! I thrust and rammed and Joey was groaning under me, "Oh, yeah, Mr. Bell, harder, fuck me harder, yeah, oh, God, harder, yeah, uh, uh, uh!" Joey's hands were on my arms and he suddenly convulvsed, gripped me so that his nails dug into my flesh, his own little-boy climax was shaking him and I felt his pleasure like hot fire on my prong and like heat can strike a match, my own orgasm was upon me. "Ah, ah, I'm coming, Joey, I'm coming! Ah, ah, ah!" "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!" "AH-AAH-AH-AH-UH-HAH-HAHHHHHHHH!" And my load poured into Joey's hot little ass and dribbled onto the bedsheets, so much spunk in such a little ass, it couldn't hold it all. And I finished, fell onto my elbows so I wouldn't crush this little boy underneath me and Joey was panting hard, too. "Man, that was so fucking good!" Joey moaned. "Really the best!" "It sure was." I agreed. "I can't believe you could take it!" "My uncle took it slowly. A little at a time." Joey explained. "It hurt some at first, but he used his fingers until I could expand enough to take his prick." "Oh." I said. Joey kept talking and I only wish I could have taken notes. I was dressed and so was Joey when Lilith and Tyler got back from the store. After lunch for all six of us, Lilith stood and said, "Okay, Joey, it's your turn." "Turn for what?" I asked. "We're taking Joey out for his Christmas shopping." "I'm getting video games and I want to make sure I get the right ones." Joey explained. "You'll get Tyler for the afternoon." Lilith went on. "Like we agreed, remember?" "Yeah." Tyler said. "It's my turn." "Yeah. Your turn." I said, my stomach warming. When I got Tyler back in his little race-car bed, I stopped him from even touching my cock. "I'm not ready yet, Son." I explained. "But we're going to spend some time getting you ready." Tyler was surprised but willing. When my slicked-up finger (I used some Vaseline from my medicine cabinet) started probing his ass, his little eyes got big as saucers. Then he started groaning. "Ooh, Daddy, that feels good! A little weird, but good!" "It'll feel even better." I said to him. "By the time we're finished." It took over two hours and much patience by me, but Tyler met the challenge with pluck and determination. And when I finally began to slowly push my dong into his butt, his little face screwed up and he shivered in the most intense climax I'd seen in him or Joey. I held him in place while he finished and when he was done, quivering, I pushed in further. I fucked my son slow and easy, letting him get used to the pain as I went. My climax again, when it finally came to me, was like the one before, slow, easy...loving. It felt just right, fucking my son and feeling the slow rising of ecstasy and joy. And when I reached my orgasm, Tyler gripped me tight and shuddered all over again. I held him when I was done, the two of us wrapped around each other. It was the crunch of tires in our driveway through Tyler's open window that alerted me to Lilith's return. We were dressed, albeit casually, Tyler in a pair of shorts and me in my sweatpants and sweatshirt (and nothing underneath it), both in Tyler's room, when Lilith found us. "What are you two doing in here?" she wanted to know. "Just hanging out." I said and Tyler snickered. "Well. All right." Lilith said. "This takes care of the Christmas shopping for the year, or most of it. I still need to buy four or five things and there's still the shopping for the food but that can wait a few weeks, thank God! I am completely worn out!" "Me, too!" I said with feeling. "I'm sorry you got stuck taking care of all these boys all weekend long." Lilith went on. "But it really helped out." "No problem." I said. "I really enjoyed myself." "I'm going to wash up and lie down for a while." Lilith went on. "We'll do something next weekend." "But next weekend is the Harvest Carnival at my school!" Tyler reminded her. "Oh, dear, it is!" Lilith said. "I promised to help out." "I'll help out, too." I said. "You? You never got involved in Tyler's school stuff before." "That was before I met his friends." I said. "I want to get to know them better. And the others, too." "We can have sleepovers and camp-outs and such!" Tyler enthused. "I'll invite all my friends over." "New ones, too?" "Sure." Tyler said. "Good. I want to get to know all your little friends." I said. "I want to get to know them really, really well." And Tyler saw my smile and he grinned back. "Well, this is a switch." Lilith said behind me. "I guess you just needed a few lessons in children to get interested in them." "That's right. All it took was three easy lessons to teach me all I needed to know. Now I'm ready to teach myself." THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM