Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2012 14:12:15 -0500 From: Robert Scott Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter04 Gay-Incest Please take notice that this story contains graphic sex between many of its protagonists. If this is offensive or illegal, then don't read it. You have been warned. Nifty has the posting rights and I hold the copyright. Feedback welcome at TaleTeller33@gmail.com The next few days were a blur of extacy and satisfied carnal lust. At least three times a day I was dicking my very young boy, Timmy. Before and after school, after dinner and sometimes at two or three in the morning I am dumping huge loads of my sick daddy jizz into my little guys suck hole and boy pussy. Whenever the mood strikes me I look at my young tot and utter the word "sucky sucky" and am rewarded with the best blow job of my life. Often after having my tiny boy get my daddy cock nice in slick I'll reward him with a hard ass fucking. I wasn't the only one initiating these perverse sexual encounters. Often after dinner or in the morning, once woken up at midnight by my little guys voice saying the word "cock". Never one to deprive my child of what he wants I unzip my pants or open my robe and stick my cock in my boys tiny mouth. At first both Timmy and I would put on our best "hippo-tized" face when the other uttered the trigger words but we both knew it was a farce. In fact just the other evening after dinner, when I whipped out my cock and waved it at my little guy Timmy whined "But Daddy, you didn't say it". After saying "sucky, sucky" Timmy crawled between my legs grabbed my erection and went to work. Even though we both know the hypnotism thing is an act and more importantly know the other knows, it does provide a structure to our incestuous couplings. It makes it easy for both of us and why fix what isn't broken. One would think that my new found life is perfect when in fact at times it is closer to hell. And that hell comes in the time spent at work, separated from my boy's moist tight holes. The end of the day can't come quick enough and it's a miracle I haven't got a ticket racing to Timmy's school to pick up the little slut and get him to our home. Two things keep me from jerking my cock at work. One, the fact that I would rather see my pedo seed drooling from the corners of my boy's mouth or oozing out of his tight cunt and the more pressing matter of the biggest contract my company has ever signed doubled my work load. Already I had delegated more of the important off-site work to a junior annalist than I should have. The fact that I was delegating more work than appropriate would have weighed more heavily on my mind this Friday evening if not for the present situation I found myself in. I lay naked on my sofa with my nude little boy lying on top of me, head on my shoulder snoozing away. I had just dumped my second load into his tight cunt and now lay, basking in the afterglow of the rough fucking I just gave him. As I bring my hand up, cupping his tiny pale rear I find it difficult to remember what our lives were like before I received my fathers watch in the mail. What did we do before all this started? Thinking back I have to admit that at times I went to great lengths to get the little guy out of my hair. I'd buy him all the newest DVD's and video games and gladly plant him in front of the television for hours. I'd drop him at friends houses, sometimes for the whole day, rarely returning the favor to the parents of Timmy's friends and I know this caused some hard feelings from them. Now things are different. I never in my life felt closer or more love for the kid. I realize now that a part of me resented my son. Being a single parent isn't easy and any time for a social life is taken up by Timmy. How many nights had I lay in bed jerking my cock dreaming of pussy when all the while there was that small tight boy cunt of my son right in the next bedroom...all that time wasted. I realize my fingers had found the crevice of his tiny ass, still moist with sweat not to mention my cum which slowly oozes from his puckered and bruised hole. The ring of black and blue around his puffy anus greatly alarmed me upon discovery and I was determined not to fuck him again until it healed. That promise to myself lasted about ten hours before I found myself forcing my boy stretcher into that hole once again. Since then I've come to accept that small price my lust demands. I mean when he fell off his big-wheel, and skinned his knee I didn't take away the three wheeler but put him right back on and made him ride around the block. This isn't much different and besides Timmy never complains. It kind of scares me how rough I've been with the little tyke of late and how much the little slut seems to love it. I feel Timmy stirring, as I slowly force my fingers into his fucked hole. I look down at his angelic face. "You have a nice nap baby?" "Yes, Daddy, this has been the best day ever, but I'm hungry" We've been engaged in "hippo-tizm" fun since I picked him up from school and I've neglected dinner. I'm about to push Timmy down my body, bringing those sweet baby lips close to my cock when I realize the time is late and I should make some dinner and get the little guy to bed. Tomorrow looks like it's going to be a busy day with Kevy's party which is going to be an all day affair. I so want to cancel and just have one whole day with my new found fuck toy but Kyle is counting on me to be there. In addition to being his son's birthday party this is Kyle's big introduction to the neighborhood and he is relying on me to give him the lay of the land. I know I have to get a few hours in at the office Sunday but that resolve is already crumbling. I managed to get dinner on the table and then get Timmy to bed without further molesting him. It's amazing how getting laid on a regular basis makes for a good nights sleep. I am awakened suddenly by what could be an earthquake but turns out to be Timmy jumping on my bed. "Daddy! Daddy!...we're late. Get up" Timmy is all dressed in his bathing suit, t-shirt and flip flops, trying with all his might to drag me out of my slumber and my bed. Looking at the clock with tired eyes I shoot up straight out of bed. "Shit, we're late" I throw on some clothes and hustle Timmy into the car, making the few blocks to Kyle's house in record time. When we arrive I head straight to the kitchen while Timmy runs to the back yard to find Kevy. I find Kyle in the kitchen finishing up some potato salad. He gives me a disapproving look at my lateness and I know I'm in the dog house. We soon get into a rhythm in preparing the typical barbeque sides. While we work I once again review the rundown on the neighborhood personalities and how to make the best impression. We finish just in time as the first guests start to arrive. I make the introductions to most of the neighbors that Kyle doesn't know. Not that that he really needs my help. Kyle is quite a charmer when he wants to be. He soon has all the ladies blushing and the men, chuckling away. Kyle is almost a smaller version of me. Smaller in only height, because the guy is what some people would refer to a brick shit house, he's built, reminding me of myself at his age six years ago. Aside from his lighter, sandy brown hair we can be mistaken for brothers, or cousins at least. One other difference between Kyle and I is, and it's a big one, is his ass. If there was a picture in the dictionary next to 'bubble but' it would be of Kyle's ass. At work, this feature had quickly earned him a nick-name 'the caboose' which was just as quickly never mentioned again. I always meant to ask him how he managed that but as his senior I guess I really didn't want to know. I never appreciated how big, round and plump his ass was until showering together at the gym on afternoon. Kyle was washing off his hard earned sweat with a new bar of soap. When he went to wash up his ass, running the bar up his crack, I swear the whole fucking thing disappeared in there. I have to admit that seeing that foamy, slick bar disappear into the crevice of his ass caused me to chubb up a bit. This didn't escape Kyle's attention who looked from my semi hard cock to his own ass. With a chuckle, he made some remark about how the ladies love it and told me not to get any ideas. I replied with a jibe that he better not ever get passed out drunk around me. It was all good natured joking...the typical guy stuff. But after the last few day's the term 'typical guy stuff' takes on a whole new meaning. On occasion I'd find myself stealing glances at his firm, round rump wondering what it would be like to sink my... "Tom, Tom!" I hear Kyle. "If you stare at my ass any longer your going to have to buy me dinner" I realize I've zoned out a bit. "Sorry guy, just been a bit distracted lately" "The little guy still got one over on ya, heh?" Say's Kyle. "It's like I keep telling you, you have to assert some discipline on the boy." If he only knew what my Idea of discipline is I think to myself. "Yeh, maybe we can swap parenting tips sometime" I reply. "I have a few techniques I could show you" As if on cue, Timmy and Kevy storm into the kitchen. "Popsicles" they scream in unison. The two bathing suit clad and shirtless kid's run circles around Kyle and I all the while splattering water all over the Kitchen floor as well as us. Kyle is not pleased. "Kevy!" Kyle snaps, causing his boy to stop dead in his tracks. Timmy stops as well, like a deer caught in headlights. "No wet suits in the house young man, now apologize to Timmy's Dad." Kevy slowly turned his back to his Dad to face me, chin to chest looking at his feet I hear a mumbling noise coming from the child. At a loud clearing of his fathers throat Kevy looks up at me. "Sorry for getting you wet Sir" the boy says quietly. Timmy quickly rushes to his friends aid, apologizing as well. Seeing the two nearly naked little boys standing side by side in front of me makes me realize how much smaller than Timmy Kevy is. I could probably pick him up with one finger. Looking down at Kevy's cute little face, I notice his small pink lips..virgin I think. Geez, I'm really turning into a real sick daddy, perving out on my best buddy's child. Having those unpenetrated tiny lips only about a foot from my cock sends my lust into overdrive. Bending down I take my young son Timmy by the chin and explain that breaking the rules in someone else's house is very bad manners. While having my young son by the chin I bring up my thumb and run it along his raw and puffy lips. I am pretty sure Kyle can't see but I know that my son's friend can. As I finish giving my parental speech I slowly insert my thumb into Timmy's mouth.As I do so I hear the faintest gasp from Kevy, who watches us. Sliding my thumb an inch or so in in and out a few times I stand up and turn to Kevy. The poor kid looks white as a sheet. He'd be shaking in his boots if he wore any. Just like I did to my own son, I bend down bringing my face close to his and take him by the chin. Accepting his apology I explain that on little boy's birthdays they can run around the house with wet suits all they want. The whole while I ever so slowly run my thick thumb along the thin red lips in front of me. Kevy is putty in my hands, just standing there allowing my caress. Then the little tyke surprises me. Sensing I am wrapping up my second 'father knows best' speech the tiny boy ever so slightly opens his mouth, parting his kiddie lips. Not one to refuse an invitation I press my thumb into the kids wet face hole, all the while his father standing behind him is oblivious to our actions. "Little boy's should get what ever they want on their birthdays" I finish and stand upright once again. Looking down at the tiny boy I can see a secret pride on his face at what he'd just done. Fuck, the kid was eager to please. A real little slut in the making. I can immediately see that Kyle is annoyed at me giving his son permission to break his house rules. I nudge Timmy toward Kyle. "Your turn to apologize young man". Timmy puts on his best hurt little boy face while he says he's sorry. In turn Kyle agree's with me that wet suits will be allowed in the house, but only today and only if the birthday boy cleans up the all the mess, he says making a grand gesture with his arm. There were no more wet little boys in the house this day. A bit later it seems like the whole neighborhood shows up. The back yard is full people eating hamburgers, ribs and chicken while about a dozen or so kids race around the yard, into the pool and out again. All is good and the party is a huge success. When suddenly a gunshot rings out causing all heads to turn to the street in front of the house. It was not a gunshot of course but a beat up old chevy pick up that has back fired. The truck pulls up in front of the house depositing a lone passenger then rumbles away in a cloud of black smoke. It is a child that walks into the back yard. I hear some moans from the kids, including my Timmy and his best friend Kevy. "Bologna head, who invited him?" I hear one of the children whisper. So this is Andy Mahoney I think to myself, the big, bad bully who according to my boy terrorizes his entire class at school. As he approaches I see that he's a chubby kid, dressed in a dirty white tee and ripped blue jeans. His hair is a mess and in bad need of a wash and a cut. As he gets closer all the kids go back to their games not giving him another look and my anger grows. Not at the infamous 'bologna head' but at the other stuck up bratty kids...including my Timmy. I instantly see the problem here. The kid is from the wrong side of the tracks, poorer than the rest, a bit fat and judging from the way he was unceremoniously dropped off probably not from the best home. He is different, and sometimes kids can be cruel to someone like Andy. I call Timmy over and he can see that something's wrong. I am not happy. My little guy scampers over to me. "Yes, daddy?" I tell Timmy I want him to go to Andy and invite him to play with the other kids which instantly rewards me with a lot of whining and moaning and a thousand and one reasons why Andy Mahoney is the worst kid on the face of the earth. Timmy is a stubborn little shit at times and he's not budging an inch on this one. I threaten to take his TV and his gaming console and no internet access for a week and still he doesn't give an inch. Then an idea strikes me. Leaning down close to Timmy I whisper "No "hippo-tizm" game for one month" That gets a reaction from the little guy but he quickly tries his best to hide it. "So, what do I care?" Timmy replies I am sitting on a small bench on the edge of the patio with Timmy standing in front of me, back to the crowd. Looking around I see that no one is paying us any attention. Leaning in closer, so that my nose is almost touching his I say "You care Timmy because that will mean no more having daddies cock in your mouth, no more daddy cock in your boy cunt" Timmy looks horrified. Shocked that I'd deny him access to my daddy milk and stunned that I'd break our unspoken rules of the "hippo-tizm" game. Talking about molesting my tiny boy with a crowd of people so near causes my cock to lengthen and harden. Discretely glancing around and seeing we are still unnoticed, I bring up the leg of my bathing suit and fish out my growing meat. I swear Timmy almost drools as I give my rod a few strokes. "No more cock for you" I say as I rub some of the pre-cum off the head of my meat and bring it up to Timmy's button nose. "Ok, ok I'll do it" Timmy says. "I'll do anything, please Daddy!" I reward my son's submission by bringing my cum coated finger to his mouth which he quickly licks clean. Damn, I have to get myself under control. Feeding my kid dick drool in a back yard full of people is a one way ticket to prison. I tuck my engorged dick back into my suit and send Timmy on his mission. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&come s back(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( As I expect Timmy heads straight over to Kevy where I see some sort of debate going on. As usual it appears Timmy wins the argument and the two bathing suit clad boys head over to Andy who's sitting by himself. I thought there was going to be a fight as I see Andy almost react physically toward my boy, probably feeling out of his element and expecting some sort of taunting. The danger soon passes as I see the three talking and laughing. Timmy has a way with people, always did. He could charm the pants off...well me for one. I see Timmy and Kevy gesturing toward the pool then all three of the kids look down to Andy's dirty and ripped jeans. I'm sure the big bad 'bologna head' feels embarrassed and wishes he could crawl into the nearest hole. I know that Kevy has already passed out his extra suits to other unprepared children so I am wondering what Timmy is up to when he and Kevy drag the reluctant Andy into the house. A few minutes later I hear one of Timmy's class mates break out in laughter, pointing to the back door of the house. There stands a pudgy little boy wearing nothing but a pair of worn white briefs by the name of Andy Mahoney. I don't know how my boy has tricked Andy into such a humiliating act but boy is he going to get it when we get home. I know its only a matter of seconds before the other kids join in on the pointing and laughing when I get a shock. Out of the back door emerge Timmy and Kevy, both wearing only a pair of tight white briefs. "Cannon-ball" shouts my son and Kevy and they take off for the pool. Andy follows only a moment behind and all three of them splash into the water. Soon there are a dozen kids, laughing and playing in the pool and Andy Mahoney is right in the middle of it, having a great time. I soon notice the other kid with no suit in the pool in only his underwear. Then I notice a few other of Timmy's friends also swimming and splashing around in only their tighty-whiteys. I think some of the kids actually went into the house and changed into their underwear to be part of the 'cool' group. The bravado and excitement of the kids is infectious and soon the pool is crowded with adults as well, mostly the Dad's swimming with their kids. Most all the women are busy cleaning up for the poor wifeless Kyle. My lustful eyes are soon drawn to the almost naked boys in and about the pool. The wet cotton clad bottoms of Timmy and his freinds get most of my attention. Wet white briefs don't leave much to the imagination and looking at all those almost exposed boy cunts has an effect on me. Throwing caution to the wind I rip off my shirt, shuck my sandals and head to the pool. "Canon Ball!" I shout as I jump in causing quite the wave and screams of delight from the little boys. Coming up for air I realize my tidal wave has the unintended effect of pushing Kevy into the deep end of the pool where he now desperately tries to keep his head above water. Two powerful strokes and I am there scooping up the little guy into my arms. Kevy gives me a beaming smile of thanks. With my free arm I sweep us farther into the deeper end which causes Kevy to wrap one arm tightly around my neck his other hand braced on my hairy chest. I marvel at how small and pale his hand seems against my tanned and muscled pectoral muscles. I support the tyke tightly against my body, with my hand cupping his tiny ass. His small rear fits almost entirely in my large hand. Having his small, smooth nearly naked body clinging to mine sends my hormones into overload along with all good sense out the window. I bring up my free hand to place my thumb on Kevy's bottom lip. He looks up at me and remembering our new game he ever so slightly parts his lips. Less gentle than last time I quickly slide my entire thumb into his tight little mouth. His eyes shoot open wide at the intrusion and I can't repress a little chuckle. I wonder how his expression would change if I were to force my big cock into the crevice of his tiny ass, pushing pass his immature sphincter into depths of his virgin cunt. My laughter sets the little guy at ease and unbelievably I feel him start to suckle on my thumb. Any doubts I have about this kids true nature vanish right there and then. He's a slut. Nothing but a cum guzzling gutter whore who needs his wet, moist holes stuffed with daddy cock. My thoughts are soon interrupted by screams from the other children, "My turn, me next." Apparently they all want a ride into the dangerous and forbidden deep end. With a few one handed strokes I deposit the little slut into the shallow end of the pool and grab, by coincidence, another child in only their underwear. It turns out to be Andy. He latches onto me in the same manner at Kevy did and into the deep end of the pool we go. I pull him in tight to me and feel his fleshy tits against my body. As I said before, Andy's a fat kid and I can't help give his ample ass a few squeezes as we swim. Andy just hoots and hollers between his giggles of joy. The kid is having the best day of his life. We look at each other and our eyes lock onto each other. A few days ago I would have interpeted his blissful stare as just a kid having the best day of his life, but now I see things as they really are. As I look into Andy's sweet little innocent face I know what his eyes are really saying...'fuck me Tom! Fuck my fat kiddie ass." The truth is written all over his face. Andy is a cock sucker. Looking back into the shallow end of the pool I see the same truth written over the faces of all the other little boys. I see Dan, retired Navy, holding his little guy. I can't hear what the child is saying to his dad but I'm sure it's something along the lines of, 'Daddy can you make me choke on your fat hairy daddy dick when we get home?" I should have known that old seaman was feeding his kid a healthy dose of nightly semen all along. I see Mr. Kelly wearing speedos that clearly show his massive very hairy bulge holding his toddler and I know he somehow manages to get his huge cock into his sons pussy on a regular basis. The pool is full of grown adult daddies and their screaming and laughing tiny boys. The noise is deafening but to the trained ear their message is clear..."Cock, cock, we want cock!" I can't take it anymore! I need some hot little whores flesh wrapped around my pedo rod. Timmy! Where the hell is my son. Looking frantically around I soon spot my little cum hound. His attention is focused on something on the opposite end of the pool from him. He's moving across the shallow end in a almost jerking motion and he's doing something odd with his jaw. Following his gaze I spot what's put him into this zombie like trance. Sal Evans is wearing a white bating suit and now wet it's almost transparent. His hairy balls and adult cock are practically on display for all to see, and see Timmy does. In a panic I realize what my son is doing with his jaw. He's smacking his cock sucking lips. I frantically swim to my son, almost drowning Andy in the process. "Timmy, Timmy!" I shout over the din of shouting kids. I get my son's attention. He looks to me and god, he seems like he's in some sort of shock or something. Pale with a dazed look about him he moves his eyes from my face to my crotch and back again. The kid is in cock shock. I dump Andy off and rush to my hungry boy. Scooping him up I rush us out of the pool all the while my angel, my sweet tiny kid whispers one word in my ear over and over again. That word is 'cock'. As I rush to the back door of the house I do my best to comfort my disturbed child. "I know, I know baby. Daddy's here now, everything's going to be all right" Shit! I see the kitchen is full of gabbing women. I make a sharp left and turn the corner of the house. I see the bulkhead to the basement and almost rip the door off the hinges as I slam it open. Ducking my head and holding my son tight I enter Kyle's basement. Coming to the bottom of the cement stairs I see an open door down a short hall. In seconds I'm in a small unfinished room containing a washer and drier, the laundry room. Timmy almost jumps out of my arms and is instantly trying to tear my swimsuit off. Neither of us are in the mood for any fore play. I rip my suit down to my ankles, freeing my raging hard-on. Two tiny hands that together barely reach around the thickness of my cock grasp my rod and bring it to his mouth. I feel his baby lips and tongue licking and lapping at my drooling head while he jacks me with both of his small hands. "Such a good boy, such a good boy" I coo as my son sucks me off. Desperately needing a quick release I grab my son's skull with both hands and shove the full length of my angry cock into his suck hole. A sick wet gulping sound fills the small room as I repeatedly force my bulbous flaring cock head in and out of my boy's small throat. Harder and faster I fuck Timmy's face. Every thrust forces him back further and further until his small frame is pressed up against the washer. I fuck his head right up against the front of the appliance which frees my hands. Gripping both sides of the metal box I continue to hump my boy in the face causing the somewhat flexible metal of the machine to press inwards on every thrust. Soon the wet sound of me fucking my baby's moist face hole is accompanied by a metallic drumming as the side of the machine is pushed in and then pops back out. If someone only saw me from the waist up they'd think I was fucking a washing machine. Again and again I drive my cock into Timmy's throat, not aware if he is still conscience or not. "Oh sweet baby, daddy loves you!" I repeat over and over again as I unload my thick salty load into my own child's mouth and throat. I cum and cum and any concerns about Timmy being awake are squashed as I feel his hands find my cock again to jack every bit of cum out of his daddy into his slutty little mouth. Looking down I watch as my tiny child nurses the last of the cum from my adult cock. Having satiated himself it takes Timmy's both hands and some effort to pull my somewhat deflated member out of his mouth. Reaching down I pull Timmy's head close into my balls. He turns his face upwards looking at me with my spent cock laying across his face. If you've never seen a small child kneeling in front of you with your veiny, hairy and spent drooling cock laying against his smooth, innocent face you haven't lived. "It's you and me baby" I say to Timmy. "All day tomorrow this is what we're doing, me and my little slutty best buddy" At hearing me call him my best buddy I see Timmy grin from ear to ear which is even visible past my cock which still lays across his face. My cock and balls muffle what my son say's but I hear him clearly nonetheless. "Your my best buddy too Daddy." A noise from the doorway to the laundry room causes me to turn my head sharply and I catch a glimpse of movement. Racing to and out the door I see someone running up the cement stairs out of the basement. I don't see the voyeurs face but I don't have to. I'd recognize that fat giggly tighty-whitey clad baby ass anywhere... Andy Mahoney! Getting both myself and Timmy dressed and after wiping my cock slime off his small face we emerge from the basement of Kyle's house. I know I should be alarmed, I know I should be shitting my pants at being caught performing such a crude, degrading sex act upon such a small child. Never mind that it's my own son that I just used to satisfy my perverse lust. But the truth is I'm not. I find my one regret is that i didn't know that the little spy was there earlier. I find the idea of someone watching me as I violate my son's mouth incredibly enticing. And if Andy had just taken that one small step into the room instead of running off, well this would have been a party to remember. I deposit Timmy onto the patio and he quickly runs over to his best friend Kevy and the newest 'cool kid' on the block, Andy. I catch Andy's gaze for a moment and give him a quick wink and smile. I see the kid blush with embarrassment before I loose him in the crowd. The rest of the party goes on as one would expect but I get the shock of my life when the cake comes out. Counting the candles I am shocked to learn that Kevy is a full year younger than my son Timmy. As everyone is singing happy birthday my mind wanders... how old does a little tyke have to be before one can start fucking him? How young can a little guy be and still take an adult daddy cock into his tight cunt? As the afternoon progresses the guests start leaving and that includes Kyle who has to drop Kevy at his grandparent house for the rest of the weekend. Funny, just a few days ago I envied Kyle's situation, having family so close to take his little boy off his hands for a couple days. Now I couldn't imagine willingle separating myself from my little cock sucker for a whole weekend. Soon I find myself at a table on the patio with the only remaining guests, Andy, my son and I. Helping ourselves to a second helping of cake we soon here the familiar roar of an engine which I know belongs to Andy's Dad. Soon enough Mr. Mahoney emerges from the corner of the house and makes his way into the back yard. Mr. Mahoney is a big man, my height but has about thirty pounds on me. He has a big beer belly which his wife beater t-shirt doesn't even cover. The part of his firm round belly exposed is covered in dark hair. His dirty cut off jeans hang lower than the crowd here today would find acceptable, just about showing the upper regions of his pubic hair. His chest is on that thin line between being what some might call beefy and just plain having man boobs. The only thing keeping his greasy, almost shoulder length hair out of his eyes is a filthy baseball cap, worn backwards. Giving me a suprisingly warm smile and a firm handshake he introduces himself as just Bud. I instantly smell the alcohol on him and can tell from his demeanor that he's had more than a few. Trying to avoid this clearly intoxicated hick from taking his little boy for a ride right into the oncoming path of a peach truck. I offer him a piece of cake. When he refuses I get a bright idea and offer him a beer. That gets an enthusiastic "fuck, yeah!" out of him. I get up and go into the house and get a can of non-alcoholic beer out of the fridge. Pouring it into a glass I bring the drink out to Bud. He makes some comment about what a fancy party that he missed. Not getting his meaning I let out a little chuckle as I realize he's referring to being served beer in a glass...fancy. Bud and I take a seat at opposite ends of the table. Timmy having finished his cake climbs up into my lap. "When are we going Daddy? I'm tired" I know the my tiny whore is anything but tired when under the table I feel his small hand grasping and massaging my cock through my swim suit. Having wakened my cock, Timmy scoots back on my lap pressing his nearly bare ass against my hard-on. All this happens not more than a few feet from a man I have just met a few minutes ago. Bud, mistaking my expression of uncomfortable lust and horniness as being annoyed says "The little guys can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, eh?" "Naw" I reply, pulling Timmy and his small fuckable ass closer into me. "Timmy here is my best buddy" Andy, not wanting to be left out climbs up into his own dad's lap. Bud reacts as if a rattle snake has climbed up on him. Clearly, Andy and his dad aren't that close. Damn, the guy was almost breaking out in a sweat. "My Daddy is my best bud too" pipes in Andy. The kid's and I laugh at the obvious joke, but Bud still looks mighty uncomfortable. He just sit's there with the oddest expression on his face. Then it hits me. I understand what's going on. That fat little shit Andy is an observant kid. Having witnessed, what I thought was Timmy and I's secret game he now sit's there with one hand behind him manipulating his Dad's crotch. I hump my now drooling cock into my son's ass. "They're not bad to have around on occasion" I say. "They have their uses" I now have both hands on my son's hips. My hands nearly reach all the way around his tiny waist as I pull his cotton clad cunt into my groin. Andy appears to be full on stroking his Dad's cock under the table. Bud does his best to suppress a moan of pleasure. Coming to his senses Bud rips the little guy from his lap and roughly sets him on the patio next to his chair. "Yeah, but sometimes they get into things they shouldn't be into" Bud says as he gives his boy a firm look. Then he gives his boy a questioning stare. "What happened to your pants boy?" He says, noticing for the first time that Andy is only wearing his thread bare white briefs. Andy drops his chin to his chest, crestfallen and blushing in embarassment. Coming to Andy's rescue I say "Some of the kids didn't have any swim suits so we let them go in their underwear." To demonstrate my point I lift my own little Timmy up off my lap setting his feet between my legs on the chair, displaying his almost naked little boy body to Bud. "And besides" I say, "With no pants it's easier to doll out the discipline" Spinning my compliant Timmy around so his rear is facing Bud and Andy I reach up and pull my son's white briefs down exposing his small white ass. "Timmy here wasn't very nice to one of the other kid's at the party today" I give his smooth ass cheeks a light smack with my hand. This elicits a gasp from Andy but his dad Bud just stares at my son's bottom as I give it a harder smack. Timmy bends over resting his head on my shoulder as I give him another swat. My son sticks his ass out, clearing wanting more punishment...what a whore. Placing my whole hand on Timmy's naked ass I slowly rub his reddened cheeks. Bud's eyes never waver from the action on my son's back side. "Little shits need to know who's boss" I say as I slowly slide a finger into my sons ass crack. Bud glances around nervously, seeing the four of us are alone he returns his gaze to my my son's naked bottom. "You see Bud" I say, "Timmy here never gets into things he's not supposed to" I slid my index finger up and down my son's crack. I give Timmy another firm swat. "Isn't that right boy?" We all here a muffled "Yes, Daddy" from where Timmy's face is nuzzled into my neck. "Your my best buddy daddy" I remove my finger from my son's ass and scoop up some frosting from the butchered cake on the table. Sticking my finger in my mouth I remove most of the icing from it. Returning my now saliva and sugar coated slimy finger back to my little boy's ass I tell Bud, "That's right Bud, Timmy and I are best bud's" I bring up my other hand and spread my boys ass cheeks wide open, exposing his tiny bruised rose bud. I trace my slick finger up and down my son's tight hole. "Sure kid's can be little cunt's sometimes" I stop my finger at the entrance to my son's little abused pussy. "What's a Dad to do with a little cunt?" I ask. Bud is now pale and sweating profusely. Never taking his eyes from my boy's exposed hole. Surly he can see that my son's hole is bruised and swollen. "What's a Dad to do with a little cunt?" I almost whisper. Bud swallows hard then utters two words..."Fuck it." Hearing those two words I slowly slid my finger into my boy's cunt, right in front of Bud and his son Andy. Bud's jaw drops, Andy gasps and my little Timmy just lets out a satisfied moan. I slide my finger in as far as I can and slowly withdraw it so just the tip is lodged in my son's hole. "Being rude to a guest at someone's house is a mighty big offense, don't you think Bud?" I say as I wiggle my finger in Timmy's ass cunt. Bud just stares at my finger where it penetrates my young son. He then looks up into my eyes. We stare at each other for just a moment before he says "No fuckin excuse, a boys gotta learn his place." I jam my finger hard and fast into my boy's pussy. "Yeah..." moans Bud, "gotta teach him a lesson" Bud's in a trance as I finger fuck Timmy. Glancing at Andy I catch his eye. The kid keeps looking from his Dad to me as I violate my son's ass. Looking Andy in the eye I jerk my head toward his Dad. The kid just looks at me with a bewildered look on his face. I once again nod my head toward his dad but this time I bring by eyes to his Dad's crotch which is hidden from my view by the table. Andy's hand slowly moves to his Dad's lap. I nod my head and smile at the fleshy little tyke. Looking at Bud's face once again I see he is still mesmerized by the finger fucking I'm inflicting on my boy's tiny ass. I see Bud jerk in his chair a bit and let out a gasp as I assume his son's hand has now found his cock. "You see Bud" I say. "When your little guy is your best buddy, there's a lot of advantages, a lot of things he can do for you." Bud lets out a slow moan as he watches me add another finger into my son's cunt. "You know Bud, I caught little Andy here sneaking around the house where he shouldn't be earlier today." Bud looks down at his little guy. "That right?.. You been sneaking around where your shouldn't be?" he slurs. Andy looks up at his Dad, his face full of apprehension, fear and hopefulness? Hand still in his Dad's lap, Andy replies "Yes Dada, I went into the house" "Well, what do you think we should do about that young man?" I feel my dick jump as he reaches down and and grasps one his son's fat tits with his thumb and fore finger. Andy gasps as his father roughly pinches and twists his fat tit. All the while I see the little guy's arm in motion, undoubtedly jerking his Dad's cock through his cut-offs. Andy nervously looks at me perversely embracing his new friend then back to his Dad. He mumbles something. He then lets out a yelp as Bud painfully twists his little boy titty. "What was that boy?...speak up!" Bud instructs his son. Andy hesitates, then appears to come to some sort of decision. Looking his Dad square in the face he say's clear and loud. "Well Dada, I guess I should get a spankin." That's all the encouragement Andy's horny hick Dad needs. Bud pushes back his chair and pulls Andy over his lap. Not wanting to miss a moment of the action I pull my two fingers from my son's tiny cunt. Putting Timmy down on the patio I stand up, my bathing suit tented out by my raging hard-on. Not wanting to be left out I feel Timmy's small hand reach up my suit. His tiny hand wraps around my shaft. Bud seeing my son's hand up my suit pauses, eyes glued to my Timmy's actions on my crotch. I startle Bud out of his trance as I gesture at his little boy laying across his lap. "Lets see what he has" Bud runs his rough calloused hand slowly over Andy's cotton clad ass. He slips his fingers under his boy's waist band. I can't believe how lucky and horny I am. Here I am with my sons small hand jacking my nasty cock while I watch this stranger about to uncover his own son's fat, juicy, virgin cunt for the first time. Slowly down comes the waistband revealing Andy's round, white... "I'm back!" We hear Kyle from the house as the front door slams shut. Bud quickly pushes Andy off his lap and my boy pulls his hand from the leg of my shorts releasing my cock. Bud looks around nervously, almost in a panic. I just let out a disappointed sigh. Then my little Timmy pipes up, "I guess the party's over" We all crack up laughing. The sudden break in the tense situation makes us laugh only harder. Kyle comes out of the back door asking what's the joke he missed. Soon all of us are wiping back the tears and the kids are literaly rolling on the ground. I make my goodbyes and remembering how horny I am quickly usher Timmy into the car. The few blocks home seem to take forever. Looking over at my little boy in the passenger seat hardens my cock again. We have all night and all day tomorrow together. I reach over and ruffle his hair. I think I'll fuck his ass cunt until I'm ready to blow then shove my cock into his suck hole and shoot my jizz into his small tummy... to start with. Walking into the front door of my home I tell Timmy to go upstairs and get ready for his bath, I'll be right up. Making myself a screwdriver I plop down on the sofa, fish out my cock and slowly stroke it, thinking about all sorts of perversions I'm going to inflict on my own child this weekend. The ringing of my cell interrupts my thoughts. Glancing down at the number with no intention of answering it I jump off the sofa, spilling half my drink in the process. Shit! It's the corporate office. They never call unless things are very good or very bad. Taking the call, my weekend plans go up in flames. That rookie tech I sent on the road to take care of one of our big clients fucked up big time. Listening to the vice president explain the situation I know exactly what that fuck-up I sent did. Shit, shit, shit! The situation is not irreversible and the damage done not great but it is fucking embarrassing as hell. Promising to take care of the problem personally I hang up and immediately call Kyle. Two hours and fifty miles later I arrive at the clients office. Rick, the junior tech I sent opens up the doors for me as by this hour the business is closed. I greet him with a cold stare as he just rambles on about what he's done and the mess he's made of things. The poor kid is drenched with sweat, probably dreading my arrival. I know should feel sorry for him. At 22 and only seven months with the company I should have never sent him on such a job, but my frustration at having my plans with Timmy disrupted overrides any compassion or guilt I have. Rick shows me to the server room and I order him to take a seat while I begin working. It's 1:30 am by the time I finish cleaning up the mess Ricks made of the system. As much as I want to get back home I know I'm in no condition to make the two hour ride home. In no mood for being behind the wheel any longer I have Rick drive me to the hotel he's staying at only to discover that all the rooms are booked due to some big hoticultural conference in town. "Well Ricky, guess were bunk mates for the night." I say slapping him on the back a little too hard. "Ye..ye..yes Sir" he stutters as I follow him to his room. While we washed and undressed for bed, I couldn't help but steal a few glances at Ricks ass covered in his boxers. I'd like nothing better to rip his underwear off, bend him over and fuck his virgin ass in revenge for ruining my night. But I'm too exhausted. The sun and boys have left me wiped out. The next morning Rick drops me off at my car, still spewing apologies. On the drive home I call Kyle to let him know I'd be there soon and thank him for staying at my place with Timmy. He doesn't answer so I leave a message. Somewhat later I pull into my driveway. Before I'm even out of my car Kyle is racing out of the house. He yells something about being late and in a huff peels out onto the street and is gone. Wow, I think to myself, that's weird. I don't think he even looked me in the face, it's like he wanted to avoid me. I walk into the house still contemplating Kyle's odd behavior. When I spot my little son Timmy, wearing only his cotton briefs, I know something is up. The tyke say's "Hi Daddy" then brings both hands up to his mouth in a juvenile attempt to to hide his giggling. I glance back to the driveway then to my little boy. "What did you do?" I roar. Timmy jumps in fright for a moment, then regaining his composer goes over to the book shelf and brings back the video recorder. He plugs it into the TV and hits the play on the tiny device. "What did you do?" I repeat, angrier than before. The sudden flicker of the TV screen distracts me. The video starts playing and show's Kyle sitting on my sofa, not four feet from where I am right now. Also in the video is my son, who's holding some- thing in his hand...my mouth goes dry when I realize what he's holding in the video. I turn my head back to my boy. "What did you do?!" Timmy starts giggling again. He looks me in the eye and says "I hippo-tized him Daddy" End of chapter four. Very sorry it took so long to post another chapter. Thank you to all who have e-mailed me. It's the only reason I continued this story, so if you want to see more EMAIL ME! Comments of appreciation, criticism or any other thoughts are welcome. This is my first attempt at writing, so no I do not have other stories but do have ideas for others. So keep those nasty emails cumming! taleteller33@gmail.com