Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2012 22:09:34 -0400 From: Jerry Harvey Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter06 Gay-Incest Gay-Adult Youth 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. Hi all. I want to thank each and everyone of you have written to me. It is the only thing that keeps me continuing on with the story. Some of you have sent me pictures..very naughty and very hot. Thank you! What I found fascinating is that some have written to me assuming I'm a guy like Timmy's dad and others assume I'm more like Timmy. I do want to emphasis that in no way do I condone or support becoming sexually involved with minors. As far as how I see myself in this story let me answer that with a true story of my own. Just a few hours ago when I was working on chapter six I got a text from a 'straight' married guy I know asking if I was free. I soon find myself kneeling between his legs slurping and sucking his thick cock. When he asks me if I enjoy sucking him I reply 'yes', and under my breath I mutter 'daddy'. I guess I said the last word a bit too loud because I think he heard me. I feel his hand on the back of my head pulling me further onto his cock and the next words he speaks almost have me creaming my jeans... "good boy." I look up at him with his cock still in my mouth and he bends down and kisses me on the forehead and continues, "Yeah, suck on daddies cock...good boy." He then proceeds to give me a really good, rough face fucking before dumping a load down my throat all the while calling me all sorts of degrading and nasty names. I think the guy really lost control of himself and seemed a bit embarrassed afterward, even apologizing to me. Like I needed or wanted an apology. So yeah, I love big hairy daddies, using and abusing my holes. So if I were to be a character in my story it would definitely be Timmy. Feedback welcome at TaleTeller33@gmail.com Timmy Hypnotizes dad "Crack!" goes the sound of broken tile. I'm dazed, confused. I'm pressed up against the wall of the shower and I feel cracked tile biting into my back. Kyle has me by the neck pressing me up against the wall he just threw me against. Kyle looks at me with daggers in his eyes. "I'm nobody's boy!" he growls at me. "And if you ever try anything like that again one of us is going in the ground." I do my best to nod my head in acknowledgment before I pass out from lack of oxygen. Kyle releases me and I somehow manage to remain on my feet. Kyle steps out of the shower and starts drying himself. "I'll throw some burgers and dogs on the grill for us and the kids." he states before leaving the bathroom. The rest of the afternoon carry's on without incident and unfortunately there is no opportunity for me to force my cock into any more little boy holes. I don't press the matter. I know there's more to come. I've opened a door for both Kyle and his son and there's no closing it now. As soon as I shut the door behind our afternoon playmates my phone starts ringing. It's Mr. Nash and I can instantly tell by the tone of his voice that somethings wrong. I look to my little boy. What have you done now? I think to myself. Chapter 06 I hang up the phone after agreeing to meet Mr. Nash tomorrow afternoon. I look down at my little boy and run my thumb over his smooth cheek and puffy red lips. Not more than a few hours ago myself and my buddy Kyle had forced our large adult cocks passed those tiny red kiddie lips. I gaze down at my own little son, face upturned looking at me expectantly. He looks so innocent, so sweet. At times he almost fools me. I need confirmation. I need to be reminded what he really is. I push my shorts down to my thighs and like a little cock zombie my own son goes instantly for his own daddies dick. Taking him roughly by the back of the head I pull the slutty cunt into my naked crotch. That's what he is, a slutty cock craving slut. A genuine cum whore. A pang of regret washes over me thinking about my boy. What does the future hold for him? I picture him as an adult, on his knees in some filthy back alley or dirty adult bookstore taking cock after cock, mouth pressed up against a glory hole taking loads of cum from strangers who care nothing for him. Regret and guilt are swept away as I feel that tiny pink baby tongue lapping at my hairy nuts. "Timmy?" I say, "Have you been doing something naughty at school?" My kid doesn't answer but instead finds the head of my hardening cock and is busy trying to work it into his slutty suck hole. I almost loose myself in the moment, forgetting the call from Mr. Nash. Coming to my senses I take my boy by the hair and tear him off my cock. Gripping a fistful of curly locks I turn his slutty baby face up towards mine. Leaning down I growl. "What did you do to your teacher? Did you suck his cock?' "No Daddy." My boy replies with some discomfort from the tight grip I have on his head. I think he's about to cry when a mischievous grin crosses his face. "What did you do?" I demand giving his head a jerk as I lower my face closer to his. Timmy squeals out in pain. "I tried to do it Daddy, I'm sorry. I touched him but he stopped me. He wouldn't let me take it out." I release my boy as the realization hit's me. My kid is feeling up his teacher and now he wants to talk to me. Ask me whats going on with my boy...why is he doing these sort of things? Where did he learn to try to touch grown men there? Shit! I'm in a world of trouble. Timmy takes my stiff cock in both his hand and laps at the head all the while looking up at me. "He wants me to daddy. He wants me to be his cocksucker too. I know he wants me to do it, but why won't he let me?" He continues to lick and lap at my cock never looking away from me. "I'm a good cocksucker ain't I daddy?" That's all it takes to send me over the edge. Timmy sensing my coming orgasm seals his baby lips over the head of my cock to receive my offering. When I'm done unloading my seed the little guy does something so obscene that it sends chills up my spine. Raising up his head he opens up his tiny mouth. His little suck hole is filled to overflowing with my thick pearly white cum. He swishes his tongue through my nasty load in his mouth making a gurgling noise. Closing his mouth for a moment he opens it again to show me he swallowed every drop of his daddies spunk. "Ahhh" he says as he waves his now clean tongue around in his empty mouth. Timmy closes his mouth, gives me an evil grin and runs away up the stairs to his room, giggling all the way. Shit, it's moments like this when I wonder who's taking advantage of who. Am I a sick perverted dad who's molesting his small son or am I the victim here? My cock sucking son has already managed to seduce not only me but my best friend Kyle and now the little slut is working on his teacher. The next day at work I wasn't surprised to learn that Kyle had taken a personal day. Probably at home exploring his new found fuck toy of a son. It's a difficult day. My thoughts go from thinking about the perverse pleasure my buddy is experiencing with his son to apprehension and anxiety over my meeting with Mr. Nash this afternoon. I once again find myself getting aggravated and snappy with the staff. Thankfully, catching wind of my mood they steer clear of me most of the day, that is until I hear a knock on my office door. "Come in" I growl. Rick, the 22 year old tech timidly enters my office. Of all people it has to be him. I'm still not over the embarrassment he caused me with the corporate office the night he screwed up a job for one of our clients. That night he took me away from home my young boy ended up playing the hippo-tizm game with Kyle. "What do you want?" I demand. "Screw something else up?" I know I'm being a prick but I'm in one hell of a bad mood and just can't help myself. "N'n'no" He stammers. The kid is practically shaking in his shoes...pathetic. "I have the weekly out reports for you." he says meekly. On the way to my desk the shaky youth stumbles over his own feet, sending the stack of reports he's holding cascading onto my desk and the floor, knocking over my coffee in the process. I jump up as I feel the hot liquid soak through my thin dress pants. "Fucking idiot!" I yell. Noticing people peering into my office curious about the ruckus I go over to the open door and slam it shut. "Clean that shit up!" I snap pointing at the paper scattered about the floor. Not that I had to give the last command as the little piss ant is already on his hands and knees frantically shuffling together the reports. I stand behind the young tech and glare at him with intense anger and frustration. Then my mood slowly shifts as I notice Rick's firm round ass wrapped tightly in his slacks swaying side to side as he crawls forward collecting the dropped papers. I remember the first time we met, him standing before my desk, freshly hired out of college. Blond spiky hair, pale skin and short. The young man was probably at tops 5'2". At 22 years old he still looked like a teenager, described as 'cute' by the ladies in the office, or so I overheard. I unconsciously took a instant disliking to the lad, president of the chess club and a swimmer in college. A sport for pussies in my opinion. It was his demeanor more than anything that irked me...too eager to please, not assertive enough. But now, gazing at that tight young ass, submissive and eager to please don't' seem such bad qualities. The young man has finished picking up the mess from the floor and is busy scooping up the coffee soaked paperwork from my desk, all the while expressing his apologies. He stands before me with a pile of dry reports under one arm and a wet mess in the other, dripping brown liquid. I meet his expectant gaze with ferocity. "For god's sakes put that shit down." I instruct motioning to the top of a filing cabinet. "There's a towel in my bathroom. Get it and clean up my desk." In the process of putting the files down the kid drops some and bends down to pick them up giving me another perfect view of his ass. I mean he's right fucking in front of me bent over. It's like he's teasing me, putting his cunt on display. Yeah..he wants it..needs it. I don't know why I didn't see it before. The guy's a real cum hound. I feel my cock stir. The kid returns from the bathroom and is finishes up wiping the coffee from my desk. He starts to head for the door, moist towel in hand when I stop him in his tracks. "Eh-em" I look down at my shoes, stained with drying coffee. Rick takes the few steps it takes to stand before me. He looks me in the eye barely holding my gaze. His shaking hand holds the towel out towards me. Towering above the young man I shake me head back and forth. The kid takes an audible gulp and goes slowly down to his knees. As I look down at him cleaning my shoes my cock hardens, snaking down my pant leg. Rick finishes wiping my shoes clean and starts to rise. I stop him with a firm hand on his shoulder. "The pants too." I instruct. Rick takes a few tentative dab's of the towel to my pants before he notices my hard on. "Um...Sir, I don't really think this is..." he says. I interrupt the young man. "The only words I want to hear out of you are 'I'm finished sir.' You got me? Look at me and tell me you understand....now!" I command. Rick just freezes for a moment, kneeling before me. Then he slowly raises his head looking up at me. The ladies were right. He is cute. A cute little cock sucking submissive cunt. "I..I understand Sir." he says with a frightened expression on his face. He goes back to dabbing the towel on the front of my pants, being sure to avoid my hard cock snaking down my leg. "All of it." I instruct. I let out an "Ahh.." as I feel Rick start wiping the towel across my engorged cock. I bring my hand down on his head, petting his spiky blonde hair. "That's a good boy...a real good boy." I coo. All too soon I hear, "I'm finished Sir." "My boxers too." I state "Sir?" Rick asks. "My boxers are fucking wet. Get my pants off and dry my damn boxers. You don't expect me to go the rest of the afternoon with wet shorts do you?" I tell him. Rick suddenly shoot up, standing before me says, "Sir, I don't like it when you ask me to take off your pants. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I expect to be treated professionally. Please keep a polite distance from me and don't touch me. If this behavior continues I'll be forced to file a complaint with H.R." He says it all in one breath, inhaling deeply when done. I can't help myself and let out a big belly laugh. I think the kid recited word for word from the company hand book on harassment in the work place. What a dumb intellectual little fuck. He stands before me defiantly, shoulders back, chest puffed out and the guy is actually looking me straight in the eye, trying to stare me down. I laugh again because I see right through his bravado. He's barely holding together his thin veneer of opposition. Beyond his wavering shield of rebellion I see a pale, shaking and sweating young man. His bottom lip is quivering, like he's mumbling something to himself. I'm sure If I were to put my ear to his lips I'd hear, 'Please let me suck your cock, please let me suck your cock...' Yeah, I was right, he wants it bad, needs it bad. He's practically begging my for it. I mean anyone with any sense can see it. I quickly and roughly grab a handful of his shirt and tie and pull him right up against me. He's so close I have to almost bring my chin down to my chest to look him in the face. "You will get down on your knees and dry my fucking boxers and you will do it now!" I almost spit into his face. I release the kid and he falls to his knees before me. I don't' know if he goes down of his own will or his shaking legs simply give out. But as I feel his fumbling fingers working open my belt I don't really care. With my belt now undone he unbuttons my pants and slowly pulls down my zipper. He pulls my slacks down and my hard cock jumps up, obscenely tenting my thin boxers. "Oh my God." the kid moans as he is confronted with my monster cock. I'm so taken aback at his verbal appreciation of my meat that I reach down and gently stroke his head and face. "Yeah, I know baby, Daddies got a big cock doesn't he?" I don't really expect an answer but Rick looks up at me, a tear running down his pale face. "Please..." he says "please." Looking down at his crying face I genuinely feel a pang of regret and sorrow. Here the guy is begging to suck my cock and I'm putting off his gratification, denying him his prize by making him clean up his mess first. Well, boys have to learn the consequences of their actions. Give them anything they want, when they want and you end up with a spoiled brat on your hands. "Clean up your mess first baby..clean up your mess first." I say as I gently wipe his tears away from his upturned face. Rick starts gently dabbing the towel against my damp shorts, every touch sending incredible vibrations through my cock. He works slowly, carefully, wanting to do a thorough job I'm sure. "That's a good boy, that's a good boy Ricky." I encourage. "Do a good job and Daddy has a treat for you." Rick takes a few more tentative wipes at my boxers before a saying "I'm done sir." I reach down and take Ricky by the chin turning his face up toward me. "Your done...who?" I demand form him. More tears stream from Ricky's eyes. "I'm...I'm..I'm done Da..Da..Daddy." he stammers. God, the kid is so fucking cute. I wipe away his tears of desperate joy before instructing him further. "OK Ricky, now take out Daddies cock." Releasing his face I soon feel my boy's hand fishing in my fly making contact with my hard veined rod. The kid's just about to work my cock out of my fly when..Bzzzzzzzzzzz...Bzzzzzzzzzz. My receptionist is buzzing my phone. My attempt at ignoring the unwelcome intrusion is dashed when I hear her voice, "Sir, it's a Mr. Nash on line one. He say's it's important..about your son." Fuck! Looking at the clock I realize I've lost track of time and am late for my appointment with Timmy's teacher. Pants around my ankles, I shuffle over to my desk, and hit a button on the phone. "I got the call, thank you." I say. I make my apologies to Mr. Nash assuring him I'm on my way and hang up the phone. I instruct Ricky over to me. He crawls over sobbing all the way. The poor boy is so disappointed that his time with me has come to a sudden end. Not being a heartless bastard I fish out my drooling cock and present it to my new boy. "Here you go baby, give Daddies cock a kiss goodbye." Ricky is still crying with disappointment and is too brokenhearted to comply. I take my cock in one hand and with the other firmly grip the top of his blond head and push my cock toward him. I feel his lips lightly brush the tip of my cock. Geez the boy's a shy one. "Sorry baby," I say, "That's all we have time for today." I tuck my hard-on back into my boxers, bend down and pull up and fasten my pants up. I pull the still teary eyed Ricky into a firm hug. Holding his head tightly against my chest. I lean down and whisper into the shaking lad's ear, "Shh honey, we have plenty of time later. You go clean up in Daddy's bathroom, I have some business to take care of." Reaching down I give his firm ass a good squeeze, causing the youth to jump and quiver in my strong muscular arms. A moment later I'm on my way out the door. Arriving at my son's school I get a visitors pass from Lori at the front desk. My horniness has abated somewhat and I have to piss like a racehorse. On the way to Mr. Nash's office I duck into the little boy's room. There's only one person using the bathroom, a small child about my son's age standing at the middle urinal. I race to the one high urinal to the right of the child, whip out my cock and let go a strong stream of steaming piss. "Ahh" relief. As my stream of hot urine slows I take note of my neighbor. A small tan skinned boy, Hispanic by the look of him, probably one of my son's classmates. The kid holds his little cocklet not peeing, probably shy I realize. The kid glances up at me and smiles. As he returns his gaze down I think I catch him glancing at my cock. I take a small step back from the urinal as I shake the last of my piss from my dick and sure enough the kid takes advantage takes a good look at my junk. Fuck! I see the kid for what he is...a cocksucker. I know I only need a few minutes and I'll be dumping a load of jiz into the little Hispanic whores kiddie mouth. I take another step back and give my hardening cock a few strokes quickly bringing it to it's glorious full length. The little slut just stares at my hard daddy cock. I turn toward the boy, openly stroking my huge, prick. God I'm so horny and the tiny cocksuckers lips look so inviting. I reach for the whores head, fully intending to get a firm grip on his little skull and bury my cock into it's face cunt when the door swings open. I instantly turn forward and bury my hard-on into he depths of the urinal. I glance over at the new arrival. He's fucking huge. An adult, probably a few years on me and more than a few pounds of muscle. Wrapped in a tight pair of black nylon shorts and a gray USMC t-shirt. The bull still sports a crew cut and thick brown hair tufts out from his shirt and shorts. He takes the short child's urinal on the other side of the boy and yanks out the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen. The guy glances over catching both me and the boy looking at his meat as he sends a hot yellow steam into the toilet. He gives me a smirk then goes on emptying his bladder. All I can do is remain where I am waiting for my hard-on to go down. The little guy between us just stands at his urinal trying to pee. I stare straight ahead but feeling the stud's gaze on me I turn toward him. Sure enough the guy's staring straight at me and his expression is not kind. "You got a visitors pass?" he asks. He still has his cock out although he's no longer pissing. "This ain't a public john you know." With my free hand I turn my visitors pass toward him. He leans in a bit, looking at my pass then his expression totally changes. "Timmy's Dad!" he exclaims, "Well why didn't you say so? He turns to face me, extending his hand, large hairy nuts and huge cock still hanging out over the waistband of his shorts. "I'm Allen, Allen Brennan the PE teacher here." I reach a hand out to shake his meaty paw. The guy's grip is like a vice. "Nice to meet you. I have a meeting with Timmy's teacher." "The little guy been getting into some trouble eh?" he asks as he winks at me. In order to shake his hand I've turned away from the urinal a bit and I notice that Allen catches a glimpse of my raging hard-on. He gaze moves from my cock to the little boy standing between us then he gives me a questioning look. "Maybe Timmy isn't the only one looking for some trouble, eh?" he says. All the blood is just about to drain from my face when he lets out a chuckle and reaching out gives me a playful punch on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it buddy, I've busted more than one nut in here." He chuckles again. "Hey, a man's got his needs after all." I feel a bit at ease and make less of an attempt to hide my my hard cock from him or the kid's sideways glances. "So your Timmy's Dad." he says. "You got a real special kid there. He's real popular with the kids and teachers...got a real way with people. And cute too, real cute." As he say's the last part he reaches down gives his exposed meat a little tug. It isn't a overtly provocative gesture, something you see every day in the gym locker room or shower. Taking a chance I fully turn toward the man, my rigid cock pointing straight ahead. "Yeah, he is a cute kid isn't he. You should see the shit he does at home." I lightly grip the base of my cock and fully stroke to my flaring head and back again, all the while talking to Allen about my boy. Allen doesn't even hesitate. Following my lead he starts stroking his cock. "You know I've been wanting to talk to you about Timmy. I'm a bit concerned about his physical development and have some techniques I'd like to show you. I've just been unsure on how to approach you. Some might consider my methods a bit controversial but seeing you now.." he nods his head toward me stroking my now drooling cock, "..I see your a man after my own heart." I take in the sight of the huge hairy man before me. As tall as I am and almost twice as wide, the guy's what one would call a bull. Almost no neck, huge shoulders, chest and arms, his tree-trunk legs let no light shine through from the knees up. Crew cut and strong square jaw frame a tough, no nonsense face. But what catches my attention most is his cock. Almost at it's full length it's already at least ten inches long and thicker than mine. His huge hairy nuts, unable to find refuge between his legs stick out, resting under the base of his massive tool. We both stand there looking each other over all the while stroking our big tools. Soon both of us find our attention drawn to the tiny child standing between us, still in front of the urinal trying to pee. The kid seems to be shaking a bit, and tries his best to pretend were not there but we both see him stealing glances at our hard daddy cocks. I hear my voice but it sounds like someone else talking. "Maybe you can show me some of those techniques now." I say gesturing toward the boy. "On this?" Allen asks as he takes a small step forward then slaps his cock against the back of the child's head leaving a blob of cock snot in the kid's hair. The kid reaches up his hand to the back of his head then stares at the white slime he finds on his hand. He looks at each of us in turn, first our drooling cocks then our faces with a bewildered look on his face, unsure of whats going on. "What's his name?" I ask "Who the fuck cares." Allen retorts. "When were through with the slut it will know it's true name..cocksucker. You want heads or tails?" he asks me still stroking his stiff meat as he lustfully stares at the clueless child. Damn the guy is crass and crude. I'm having a hard time deciding if I want to see his massive meat choke the kid or tear open his ass cherry. I guess I've been contemplating the options for too long for Allen. "I'll tell you what." He says. "Why don't you work your cock into the slut's throat then I'll tear up it's cunt. That way no one will hear it scream and you'll get one hell of a hummer while I fuck it's pussy." I'm shocked at his suggestion. It's like he thinks the young child between us is nothing more than a piece of meat, an object to be used to satisfy our sick perverted lust. Nothing more than a mass of warm flesh for us to penetrate with our cocks. I look down at the kid's little tan, confused and scared face and I have to admit to myself that I'm totally turned on at the prospect that me and this huge, hung bull are about to rip open the kid's holes, really ruin him. For the second time I reach for the kid, intending to pull his tiny skull toward my groin and stretch open his mouth cunt with my hard cock when again I'm interrupted...Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzz goes my cell. Checking the phone I see it's Mr. Nash calling yet again. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I take the call as I pace the bathroom, hard cock still hanging out. Glancing over at Allen I see he seems to be amused at my predicament. He has the young kid by the top of the head and is slowly rubbing and slapping the head of his cock against this kid's face. Damn Timmy to hell! When I'm not fucking him he's fucking me. I hang up the phone. "I have to get to my kid's teachers office." "Yeah, Mr. Nash is a straight laced prick at times. Needs to loosen up a bit and enjoy the benefits of the job." He says as he reaches down and ruffles the kid's hair. After whispering something into the boy's ear, Allen joins me at the sink. We end up making small talk while I try to force my junk back into my slacks and wash up. Seems he's married with two kids, his daughter just joined the army he tells me with a great amount of pride and a son in high-school. All the while we talk, Allen never put's away his cock and balls, still hanging out the top of his waistband. Even in it's deflated state his meat is impressive and he knows it, likes showing it off. He notices me checking him out and taking a firm grip on my wrist brings my hand to his huge cock. He runs his other hand up my back, taking me by the back of the neck and pull's me into him...God the guy is strong. Whispering into my ear Allen asks, "Maybe you'd like take a quick swing off off this? It'll be hot, you meeting with your son's teacher with my babies swimming around in your gut." I look Allen in the face and run my hand down his long cock. "I'd like that Sir.." I whisper. I run my hand under and cup his huge, hairy nuts in my hand. Taking a firm grip of his balls I give them a hard twist and pull down with all my might. "And when your done I can bend you over this sink and rape your tight marine ass!" I hiss. The giant of a man lets out a high pitched, girly squeal of pain. He loses some of the color in his face. I give his balls one more firm tug and release him. Allen hunches over a bit in pain, bracing himself on the sink. I brace myself for the coming onslaught. This guy can kick my ass I have no doubt, but he won't come away unscathed. Instead of throwing a punch my way, Allen lets out a chuckle and recovering somewhat gives me a big slap on the back, which almost sends me flying into the wall. "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying right?" he asks holding out his hand in apology. I shake the giants hand. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to stick my dick in that loose pussy of yours anyway. I prefer something a little tighter." I say, nodding my head to the little Hispanic boy still standing where Allen left him. Allen let's out a chuckle of agreement, "Amen brother...Amen." I finish up at the sink and head for the door of the restroom. I pause at the door and closing my eye's take a few deep breaths. God, I'm so fucking horny. My interrupted encounter with Ricky at my office and the scene that just played out here have left me with the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. I have to get this meeting over and get my boy to the safety of our home. I open the door and step out into the hall. "Hey Tom!" Allen shouts out. Looking back I reach out to stop the door from swinging shut. What I see makes no sense to me. Coach Allen has the tiny Hispanic boy on his hands and knees. He has a fistful of the kid's dark hair and it looks like he' holding the tyke's head in the urinal. Why would he... And then it happens. My jaw drops and my mouth goes dry. Allen aims his cock at the kid's head and let's go a strong yellow stream of hot urine. He's pissing. He's pissing on the child's head. He moves his stream of piss all around making sure to soak every inch of the kid's smooth tan face. Looking up from his handiwork he gives me a big smile and winks at me. "Hey Tom," he repeats, "looking forward to getting together with you and your boy real soon." As his stream of steaming piss slows a bit he releases the tight grip he has on the child's head. What happens next makes me question whether or not Coach Allen and the little boy are in this bathroom together by coincidence or if I crashed a private party. Having been released the little slut, still on his knees turns to face the coach and takes his huge fuck tube in both of his tiny hands. He guides the still pissing head to his tiny kiddie mouth and closes his lips over the end of it. Allen stands tall, hands on his hips and gives me the biggest shit eating grin as he continues to piss into the child's mouth. And the kid...the kid looks like he's swallowing. Oh my god! I think the little whore is drinking the coach's piss. Just as I make to reenter the bathroom to get a better look I hear "Tom..Tom!" I look down the hall to see Mr. Nash waving me down. One last look at the perverted scene in the bathroom and I let the door swing shut. I walk towards Timmy's teacher trying to compose myself with each step. I reach out my hand and shake his hand, offering my apologies for being late. Once in his office he directs me to a chair and he takes his place behind his desk. Sitting down I feel the toll of the last few hours wash over me. I suddenly feel light headed and break out in a clammy sweat. "You OK Tom?" you look like your about to pass out. "Let me get you some water." As he bends down to fill a cup from the water cooler my gaze goes immediately to his ass. Damn, I have to fuck something and soon. Mr. Nash isn't a small man but I'm pretty sure I could overpower him, rip those Khaki's off him and manage to get my cock into his male pussy. I remember reading somewhere that only one in ten male rape victims report the crime. Chances are in my favor that I'd get away with it. I snap back into reality and common sense as he turns around and offers me the plastic cup filled with water. "Thank you, Mr. Nash. It's just been a tough time at work and I guess I've been burning the candle at both ends." I say. "No need to explain Tom, and please it's just Nash, no need for the mister stuff. I know it's not easy working and raising a small boy by yourself." he tells me. "Well thanks for the water Nash" I reply. As I drink the cooling liquid I begin to feel a bit more myself and take this opportunity to look over Timmy's teacher. A bit shorter than me and probably 25 pounds lighter, he's a handsome young guy with short wavy brown hairy. He obviously takes care of himself, probably hits the gym regularly. Not that he probably has to work at it too hard maybe being 30 years old. I can see a tuft of straight brown hair poking out over the top button of his shirt. Yeah..I can see why Timmy would go for him. He's a charming guy too, probably known as a 'cool' teacher by the kids. Remembering why I'm here I pull my head together. "Well Tom, as much as I hate to make your day any worse, we've been having some difficulty with Timmy." He says. "It's not his school work is it? I mean I always make sure he completes his assignments. He's not pushing other kid's around is he. If he's being a bully I'll....." Nash cuts me off. "No, no, it's nothing like that. The problems, well lets say...um...it's like this you see. Gosh this is more difficult than I thought it would be." "What going on with my son!" I demand. Flustered, Nash just spits it out, "You son's been touching men." "What? What do you mean touching men? You mean sexually?" I almost whisper with a shocked expression on my face. "Well yes, we've had two reports of...well, incidents involving Timmy. Now don't go getting all upset, it's probably just natural curiosity of a small boy." "Yeah," I say "the boy's just curious about his body and what it's going to look like. Wait you said probably. What's the other possibility?" "Um, well," reply's Nash "this sort of thing isn't as unusual as one might think, but Timmy well let's just say he's a bit more persistent than your usual child, almost...aggressive. It's a classic sign that, and this is just a remote possibility, that the child in question is being sexually abused." I launch myself at Nash, in the process pushing the desk up against him. I grab him by the shirt and yank him out of his chair. "Child in question! That's my fucking son your talking about. Who the hell's been touching my boy!" I hiss into his face. "Tom, Tom! Calm down" he pleads, releasing himself from my grasp. "I said it's only a possibility. I have to talk to one of the witnesses before filing my report." "Witness?" I ask "you mean one of the men my son allegedly touched? How do you know all this shit is even true. I'd know if someone was abusing my boy. Timmy would tell me." "The witness is a college student, an intern from the local university. He made some allegations involving Timmy. He was so upset he quit the intern program. I heard he may have left the university altogether. I've managed to convince him to meet me at the end of the week." "So all of this is because some frat house stoner said some shit about my boy?" I state. "Aside from the fact that I believe the young man, the other witness is much more reliable." Nash say's. "I know the other person is reliable because the other witness is me." he say's with some discomfort. He blushes and breaks out in a bit of a sweat. I think he's waiting for me to say something but I'm enjoying Nash's discomfort. I move my chair next to him behind the desk and sit down. I lean in a bit and ask him. "What did he do? What did my boy do to you...please I have to know. You were there. If you tell me I might actually believe it...please you have to help me." Nash struggles for a moment, looking for the right words. He looks at me, then looks away. "Timmy and I were in the art room cleaning up. We were washing clay off the tables when I... well I felt his hand on me. I told him..." "Wait," I interrupt, "He touched your leg?" "No," Nash reply's flustered once again. "He touched my, well he touched my penis, through my trousers. And he didn't just touch it. He more, well grabbed it, tried to rub it." "Go on." I urge. "Well, I moved his hand away of course. Then I explained that little boy's shouldn't touch men there. But sometime while I was talking to him he had moved his hand back to my crotch. I didn't even realize it until..." "Until what Nash?" I ask. "Um, well you see..." He murmurs. "You started to get excited. You felt your penis stir?" I suggest. Nash drops his head in shame. "Yes." he sighs. "It's a perfectly normal reaction though. I didn't do anything wrong." I reach out and gently grip his shoulder. "Your not on trial here Nash. You didn't do anything wrong. I can see how hard this is for you but you have no idea how much your helping me. I need to know all of it, please, please continue." Nash looks at me with a distraught expression but continues. "My first reaction is to push him away but I didn't want to hurt or scare him. So I told him to take his hand off me." "Off your cock you mean." I say. "You told my son to take your hand off your cock." "Yes," Nash reply's, "of course. So I told your son to take his hand off my cock, but he didn't. Suddenly he had my zipper undone and his hand was in my pants and..." I stop him once more. "Wait a minute. Your skipping over something. He suddenly had his hand in your pants? That doesn't sound right. Are you sure you didn't hesitate. You were confused weren't you? Start again" "Your right, I did hesitate." Nash states, sweating more than before. "So Timmy was rubbing my cock. I told him to stop but he didn't. He started to unzip my pants." Nash looks at me and I nod my head. "I...I was confused and I hesitated letting him pull my zipper down. He put his tiny hand in my pants and that's when I put and end to it and.." I stop Nash with a "That's not the whole truth is it?" I bring my hand that is still resting on his shoulder to the back of his neck. "There's more isn't there Nash?" I'm a senior manager for my company and one thing that got me this far is knowing people and knowing when their lying or holding something back, and Nash is holding back. Another thing I know about good people is they have a need to confess their sins. They want to relieve their guilt and Nash feels guilty. "Yes, your right." Nash confesses. "He not only put his hand into my pants but into the fly of my boxers too. He got hold of my penis...I mean cock with his tiny hand.." "He did something to you didn't he Nash?" I press. Nash hesitates for a moment but then continues on. "Yes..he..he...masturbated me." At a squeeze from my hand on his neck he states his sin more plainly. "I..I mean he jacked my cock. I..hesitated, I was confused." He looks to me for confirmation and I nod my head in agreement. "He wanted..I mean he tried to take my pen..my cock out of my pants but he couldn't. He..." "He couldn't take your cock out..why? Please tell me Nash, we have to help Timmy. Why couldn't he take your cock out?" I push him. Nash stutters at first. "He..he..he couldn't ...I mean I was..my cock was hard. I mean I was really hard. He couldn't work it out of my pants. Then I pushed him. I pushed your kid hard. I was afraid I'd hurt him." He drops his head in shame. There's one piece of information being held back. I can see it on his face, and I'm pretty sure I know the jist of it. "When you pushed him, pushed him off you did he cry Nash? What did my little boy do? Please tell me...I have to know." Nash lowers his head once again and covers his face with his hands. I can barely make out his muffled words. "He li..li..licked it... I didn't know...his hand...I should have, I should have stopped him." "He licked his hand Nash? Why would he do that? What was on his hand? I slowly ask each question all the while stroking Nash's neck and shoulders. Nash avoids my gaze as he continues. "I must have had some emissions while..." I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Nash glances at me. "I mean..I must have leaked some jiz while you boy was jerking me off. I...I guess, well he got some on his hand..and..oh my god...he licked it off his hand. He licked it all off his hand." He pulls away, looking up at me with a distraught look. Written all over his face are two words..."forgive me." Rising from my chair I pull Nash up into me hugging him tightly. I cry into his shoulder, actual real tears. I suddenly realize where Timmy got his manipulative talents from. I sob into his shoulder "Thank god it was you Nash, thank god it was you and not some sick pedo." While I pretend to have a breakdown in Nash's arms I consider the man for a moment. How this guy managed to resist my little guy's advances is beyond my comprehension. He felt those tiny baby hands on his hard shaft, jerking him to a full drooling erection and he somehow managed to overcome temptation. But as I hold Nash tight against me I feel something that makes me wonder how strong his will really is and how close was he to giving in to my cock sucking son's advances. What I feel is Nash's hard cock. His hard cock is pressed up against my own thick hard shaft. Feeling his hard meat throb against me I inwardly smile and a plan forms. I pull away from our embrace, still sobbing. "Your right. Oh God your right Nash. Someone must have been at my little boy. Your right. We should go to the Department of Child Services at once...and the police too." Nash takes a ragged breath. "Your right, I should have done that day's ago...it's the right thing to do." "Good, let's get it done then." I reply. "Oh and we might want to stop by the hospital on the way. I'm sure the police will want to make sure you don't have any STD's seeing as how you fed...I mean Timmy ate some of your jiz after you let him give you a hand job." Nash who was reaching for his jacket stops and goes pale. His face is so ashen I think for a moment that he may pass out. "Unless..." I say, "you think it's better to wait...wait until you interview the the college kid. I mean it might be better to have all the facts before we got to the authorities. What do you think Nash? God I'm so confused. What should we do? Please help me ...help me Nash." I begin to sob once again. I feel my son's teachers hand on my shoulder. "Maybe your right Tom Yeah..we should wait...wait until we have all the facts. That's what's best...best for Timmy I mean." I pull myself together and after making Nash promise to call me at the end of the week when he interviews the college intern I give him another big hug and say my goodbyes. Walking down the hall I peek into the bathroom hoping to still find the coach and his little piss drinking Hispanic whore but no such luck. Finding the bathroom empty I race to the front desk and get Timmy from Lori who's been watching him. Lori looks a bit put out that I don't do my usual flirting but I'm so fucking horny all I can think about is getting my little cock sucker home. Holding Timmy in my arms, tight against, me I find myself almost running down the hall and out the front doors of the school. Timmy, sensing my urgency holds on tightly, nuzzling his tiny face into my neck, one hand trying to work it's way into my shirt. I feel his little lips and tongue kissing and licking my neck. I give his tiny bottom a firm squeeze. "Soon baby, soon." I whisper into his ear. As we come down the stairs outside the building I see a lone child sitting on the steps. Taking a closer look I come to a stop. It's Andy Mahoney. Seeing no one around I approach the lone child. Taking not of us the former bully stands up. "Hi Sir, Hi Timmy." he say's. Like before the little chub is dressed in a dirty t-shirt. His shorts are way too small for him and his fat little belly sticks out over the unbuttoned top of them. And I can actually see the kid's big toe sticking out of a hole in his beat up sneakers. "You out here all by yourself big guy?" I ask, not seeing anyone else around. Andy looks up at me holding my son in my arms, "Yeah, I'm waiting for my Daddy. I think he forgot me again." The chubby little kid says with a measure of embarrassment and sadness. I see something else in his eye's as he looks up at me and my son, envy or jealously? I look around at the almost deserted street. The sun's going down and it will soon be dark. Fuck! I can't just take off and leave the kid alone on the street. "How about Timmy and I here give you a lift home?" "Thanks Sir, I hate being here after dark." the kid replies. I let Andy sit in the front and shuffle Timmy into the back seat of my car. After making sure everyone is buckled in I get into the drivers seat. I ask Andy where he lives, and shit if it isn't a 45 minute drive away. That means it's going to be almost two hours before I can sink my hard cock into my little boy's flesh. So here we are, a fat kid, a cum slut and a guy with blue balls, driving off into the sunset. What a day. Well that's it for this chapter. If you want more to cum please email me. Taleteller33@gmail.com xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 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. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx