Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 22:24:50 +0000
From: JJDom24 <JJDom24@proton.me>
Subject: A Natural Born Catamite - Chptr 1

Category: Bisexual
Sub Categories: Incest, Adult-Youth, SF-Fantasy

M/b; M/B; M/g (mild)

A Natural Born Catamite

   I imagine the title caught your eye?  I figured it was a bit more
tasteful then "Pedo Unicorn", even though that is a more direct literal
description of what a natural born catamite is.  The interesting thing is
they are quite real, and you have seen them whether you know it or not.
You may have even dated a few legal aged twink catamites, to satiate your
needs to some degree, or at the very least fucked, bred, and seeded so many
you have lost count.  Myself, I have tried both routes.  Having my heart
broken and bank account lighter for my troubles.  Also a few occasions
having to worry about parents or the law if they find out their little boy
or closeted little Trans-boy/girl wants and needs a REAL Daddy in their
life and up their tight hairless little pink hole(s).

   Now I find myself officially a middle aged DILF who has absolutely no
fucking interest playing the field online or in the club.  Wasting
countless hours on shitty ass apps that even when you pay for them, still
wind up largely either a waste of time or just as likely a firm negative
reminder why you stay away from the `Gay Scene' entirely at this point.
When you live in one of the United States big metros, it is pretty much a
Van Gogh-esque parade of literal boy-whores, HIMBOs, druggies, ABDL,
Furries, Pups, head cases, closet cases, and most are just entitled little
bitches.  Oh and don't forget the obvious Police sting operations that pop
up from time to time on apps.

   This means I am one very lonely boy fucker.  Like most of you who are
reading this I have never had the opportunity to truly indulge in my most
taboo of sexual desires fully, for the same reasons most of you haven't.
Unlike many of you though, I am a true Pansexual Perv who has had the
opportunity to explore my sexual deviance to a very wild and wide degree.
But that is a whole different book of stories.  Let's just say `Fifty
Shades of Gray' is sedate, boring, and pedantic compared to the real life
`sexcapades' of my younger years.

  Now when I say my "younger years", I think I should clarify a bit, so you
get a better picture of how I came to be the lonely unsatiated Perv I am
today, and how this story came to be.  I have been sexually curious/aware
from as young as I can remember.  I clearly remember being as young as 7-8
when I first discovered my Father's porn collection hidden in one of the
upper cabinets of the RV trailer we used for hunting and fishing trips.  He
actually had quite the varied collection for a Boomer in the early 1980s.
There was the usual Playboy, Hustler, and the like, but he also had some
Euro porn mags.  I couldn't read the foreign names, but I clearly remember
the images inside and the covers of some of them.  The most direct way to
describe from a child's perspective is The Sound of Music gone Porno.  The
reason I say this is because almost everyone in them is blond and blue
eyed.  The covers of these Euro mags always had a teen girl or several of
them nude outdoors frolicking in some innocent scene.  However, once you
get a few pages in that scene evolves quickly with nude young men no older
than mid twenties, or middle aged men who bare striking family resemblance
to the girls, going balls deep or tongue deep into ALL the teen girls
holes, and many times Mom joins in too.  Needless to say my little boy nub
was as hard and bouncy as a large pencil eraser, and the more I played with
it the better it felt.  The men in these mags were different from my
father, they were more like me.  Full heads of blond hair, blue eyes, lean
bodies, and relatively hairless for grown men.  Where as my Father was a
thick, hairy, bald Slavic man.

  Fast forward to when I was 10yrs old and officially had sex for the first
time, well OK my first boyfriend I guess?  As my 5th Grade teacher's smart
little cherub of a class pet, I guess he couldn't resist how eager and easy
I was to groom, even though I was chubby.  You see he was also the Director
of Youth Athletics and Head Coach for most of the under 13 boy's sports in
my sleepy little rural home town. He typically preferred them skinny,
lanky, and decent enough athletes to make it to league play where he could
chaperone them on the away games for a night, or several days at a stretch.
He especially enjoyed the weekend long little league series events, and the
weekend long swim meets.  Like any successful and well practiced predator
he stalked his prey prior to pouncing upon them.  His favorite viewing
perch was the second story office of the boys elementary school locker
room, which was HIS office.  He was easily able to see the majority of the
locker room, and had a great view down into the boys showers, because two
of the four walls were just large open windows overlooking the entire
locker room.  He also conveniently put his desk up in the corner of the two
glass walls, so he could be seated at his desk, just spin his chair around
and look directly into the boys showers.  No doubt while stroking his cock.

  Looking back now he wasn't just seeing who was the hottest piece of meat
he was also watching for queues as to which of us might be sexually
receptive little queers.  Let me tell you he picked his prey well.  He was
a successful and prolific Pedo for over 15 years as a teacher in my
hometown before finally being outed by one of his boys.  I am sure though
he had been active his entire adult life, and as a horny teen boy popping
younger boy cherries.  There were also two other reasons I believe he was
so successful and able to be so prolific.  He had a natural athletic twink
swimmer's physique at the time, and he also had a small boy cock.  Quite
frankly by the time I was thirteen my cock was as big as his.  The only
things going against him were he was kinda ugly in the face, and wore thick
ass glasses.

  Now I am sure you horny Pervs want to here the dirty details, yes?  Well
long story short I learned how to kiss, intimately touch, suck cock,
swallow cum, take it in my hairless pink boy pussy, and gay sex in general.
He particularly liked me under his desk after class or during lunch break,
worshipping his Pedo cock, until he grabbed the KY out of his desk,
combined with my boy slobber, to finished in my tight hairless 10-11yr old
ass. However unlike most of his boys I wanted more. I wanted my cock sucked
and I also wanted to top him, which he allowed and enjoyed.  At this same
time I started puberty, getting my little blond fuzz ring around the base
of my cock, a few hairs starting in my pits, and also making my first
dribbly little boy cum.  He REALLY liked that, and the fact that I was
uncut.  It was obviously quite the treat for him to have a little lover who
was in that special time of just beginning to bud.  I wanted to shave my
pubes, but he wouldn't let me.  He also had a thing for boy smells, while
licking my pits, uncut boy cocklette, little balls, and all over my hole
and crack, every chance he got.

  I can't lie, I fell for him.  I had no one really, only child living on a
ranch 10 miles outside of town both my parents being cold, empty, and self
absorbed Boomer shitheads, who should never for one moment should have
thought they could be capable loving parents.  But we all know how this
story ends right?  The summer comes and I am headed for junior high across
town for 6th Grade.  We fucked a few more times over summer, at summer
school events, that I only attended so I could be with him.  Of course come
September I am now unable and he unwilling to maintain contact.  He has a
whole new crop of 3rd Grade fresh meat in the boys locker room at the end
of PE class to start to select from. As well as his current harem he had
already groomed, that are still in 4th and 5th grades.  Yes, he was that
prolific.  When he was finally caught there were enough boys that came
forward to quickly put him away for life down in Soledad Prison.  I was 19
at the time, and they didn't even bother to look for any of his boys that
were already out of High School, and I didn't come forward.  It is
impossible to find any information about him today.  You have go down to my
hometown news paper or a local news paper in the area, then literally go
through their microfiche collection to even find anything about him.  If
you know his full name though you can look him up on the Department of
Corrections website.  It is how I verified he would die in prison because
of the length of his sentence.

  After I had been thrown away by him, I became a very different person.  I
begin to withdraw and no longer bothered to put on the show of a happy kid
for my parents or anyone else really.  Of course being shitty people,
whatever was going on was my fault and only another excuse to rarely
remember my existence or interact with me. My natural ability to survive
and take care of myself even as a preteen boy begins to develop in leaps
and bounds now that my innocence is lost.  I sold, donated, or gave away
all my toys, stopped watching all but my most favorite cartoons, and left
childhood behind.  I learned to cook for myself, and do my own laundry of
my own accord, wanting as little interaction as possible with anyone,
especially the miserable wretches I called my parents.  I maintained
tenuous connections to some of the other boys my age I knew were queer in
town, and they did in turn.  The two I could actually considered friends
and had fooled around with, were caught in bed having sex at the age of
thirteen in the summer before 8th grade.  One was sent to the big city to
live with his long divorced mother basically disowned by his father and
step mom.  The other was sent to a Christian academy, for `maladjusted
boys'.  I never saw either of them again.  I fell into the cold empty void
of loneliness and PTSS based depression, and cut all personal contact with
kids my age till late in High School.  I will spare you anymore details of
my childhood because they are devoid of sex, with other humans at least.

 Eventually I pulled myself out of my long fugue and realized I either had
to make a life worth living or eat a bullet, because the middle ground was
nothing but self imposed masochistic prison.  It was at this point I
learned something very unique and special about myself.  Something I would
begin to cultivate and explore in my early 20s.  Even though I liked to
please and make someone happy sexually, I was no one's bitch, I was no
one's sub, and I in no way desire to be the object of anyone's Sadism or
overt control.  Nor do I need it, I was capable of walking this world alone
if I needed to.

  Through my late teens into my early twenty's I tried playing the closeted
bi-curious Cowboy/Athlete Top role.  I was getting freakishly huge into my
mid 20's, making the gym my official second home and also place of
employment for a time, as I made a go at being a Semi-Pro Athlete.  This
was now the late 90's, early 00s and the current state of young women's
makeup, fashion, and well frankly girls in my generation were pretty much
just a fucking pain to deal with.  Also as my sexual horizons broadened I
quickly lost interest in Cis het women.  I started playing Bull to several
young kinky Bi couples sometimes just the girl, sometimes both of them.  I
even tried being verse but found no real thrill from my ass, aside from the
occasional exceptional tongue.  My true low with women was my last
girlfriend.  She was a twenty one year old private show stripper with a 5yo
boy, and I wound up thinking more about her son while plowing her, than
her. Unfortunately, she got reported to CPS for leaving the kid without a
babysitter at night, while working. Too bad she didn't ask me to babysit...

  The one thing I always wound up coming back to and hunting for was well
trained, insatiable twink boy pussy.  Twink boy pussy that was on the most
petite and hairless frame I could find.  The hairless tight pink boy holes
of small framed partners were the thing that made me the horniest and my 8"
uncut cock throb while literally drooling precum.  The weird thing was,
even through everything that happened in my childhood, I was still somehow
a `Romantic' and desired a deep meaningful connection to a sexual partner,
but quickly realizing I was also a truly twisted Pansexual Perv as well,
with a large Pedo streak.

  By this time I started having a problem picking up young twinks.  A fare
amount of them were either not attracted to beasts like me, couldn't handle
my cock, or the combination of the two just plain scared them.  Also the
opposite was true and I begin to regularly be treated as a bucket list
check mark, or a piece of meat on the auction block if I went out to a bar
or club.  I can't tell you how many times in a packed crowd even in broad
day light at Folsom Street Fair I have had perfect strangers grab my junk,
slap my wrangler clad ass, feel me up like I am some sub sex slave, or even
try to just shove their tongue down my throat. Men, women, trippin' balls,
drunk off their ass drag queens, you name it.  Most of the time I could
simply stare at them without saying a word, and they quickly realized they
had made a mistake.  But some drunk ass bitches, I would need to delicately
educate on disrespecting someone such as myself.

 By this point I had turned my back on the standard straight world.  While
I had definitely explored the kinkier side, and thought at length about
finding a breed-able `beard' to marry and stay in the incest closet.. I
found it was much easier to get my rocks off and explore within the sexual
micro cultures of America's LGBT community at that time.  Gay Rodeo circuit
and Leather bars for more chill atmosphere, casual friends and some twink
ass to hunt. Usually in the leather world they were already owned boys
being trotted out to the bars for the first time by Daddy, so unattached
pickings could be slim.  I also made friends with several gay men with my
sexual appetites, one of which I begin hanging with quite regularly.  He
was older and played party host to the underage twink boy party crowd,
primarily booze and weed, in exchange for whatever sex he could get from
them.  A true Creeper and Letch looking back.

  It was at this friend's house that I met my 16yo future boy-wife.  He was
a true Masculine Power and Muscle Worshipper, which is how we got
together. A truly insatiable little Irish twink boy cunt, with the attitude
to match unfortunately.  The attitude and his other mental health issues
eventually destroyed the relationship and permanently scarred me.  There
were good times of course, filled with some of the kinkiest and most
extreme sex and sexually depraved acts you could imagine.  He is a true
Perv in his own right without question, including a full array of BDSM,
chastity, Fisting, Beast, and more.  He is one of those bottom boys that
loves his twink body, but would happily change out his cock for another
hole to stuff and receive more pleasure from.

  That is behind me now, with the lockdowns over and life restarted to its
new, even more fucked up `normal', I am back to being an anti-social loner.
Just like the big'ole Grizz I am. Staying away from the average American as
much as physically possible.  I have walked away from my entire past after
a lot of healing and soul searching.  My working toward financial security
and an early retirement is all that really keeps me occupied and sane.  I
don't have friends, and don't socialize anymore.  I don't really care to at
this point.  I also have learned to keep an even lower profile with how
things are developing socio-politically and online in the U.S. for our
kind, coupled with a few close calls over the years.

   I own and operate my own Contracting business so buyers,
sub-contractors, my investor group, and their Broker for house flipping are
my only actual human interaction nowadays.  I don't even have any
employees, I just use sub-contactors or the corner at the back of Home
Depot for cash under the table day labor.  I live and work in one of the
most expensive and annoyingly entitled metropolitan areas in the Unites
States.  Where `more money than common sense' is the motto to live by for
the majority of the `Techtards' here.  I must say though, I enjoy taking
their money in large quantities to make them feel like they are living in a
modern architecture magazine, while feeding their ADD need of some new,
stimulating environment constantly.  All my flips are fully integrated
smart homes, with all LED multi color spectrum lighting, and a home server
system closet already pre wired, along with the rest of the house.  I also
have modern whole house HVAC installed, and tankless hot water heaters. I
can usually get a house to LEED certification standard or at least damn
close.  Even though they are rich they always like to brag about how
efficient and economical their multi million dollar home is.  I also
specialized in eye catching landscaping as well.  Everyone of my house
flips always get some cool and truly one off unique landscape feature to
really make the inside and out feel one of a kind.

  There are a few things I always keep an eye out for when dealing with
buyers.  I really enjoy it when they have kids, and bring them along.
Sometimes, those kids can be truly breath taking.  Of course I also watch
closely for any tells in the family dynamic, and read the non verbal queues
I get from the parents.  I have gotten my ass back in shape to a reasonable
degree.  Which means, I am doing what Stallone, and the rest of the old
action hero types are doing, to keep my lean mass and thick physique as I
approach fifty.  On more than one occasion I have gotten rather clear
signals from wives, husbands, both, gay couples, teenage girls and boys as
well.  It can be amusing at times, annoying or frustrating at others
depending on the subjective situation and person.  I don't know when this
fucking happened, but apparently being a dad bod muscle bear DILF is now in
to some degree?  Of course I am forced to ignore any queues I gleam from my
true desire in the boys that show interest.

 On occasion I run into a buyer whom I find I can actually not just
tolerate but enjoy our interactions, however brief they may be.  For these
intelligent, more mature, and discerning people I run across, I typically
extend an offer to them to contact me directly if they should want any
unique or specialized improvement to the property I have just flipped, and
also if they have any other residential construction needs in the future.
On occasion I will do custom homes from the ground up, but only for
previous buyers of one of my flips, whom I know is a straight forward,
rational, mature, and a trustworthy business associate.  I will on occasion
also take references from these trusted clientele, because the majority of
the time those references are for special adult themed rooms shall we say.
The design and construction of which require a certain background, and
sexual repertoire to be able to create, while ensuring client satisfaction.

  Then one day I receive a text that would change my life forever...

  I am enjoying a morning on the river, Steelhead fishing when my phone
vibrates.  I take my sweet time digging it out of my rain slicker to see I
have a text message from a number not in my contacts.  I slide my phone
back into my slicker and finish up my morning excursion.  I get back to the
truck load up, and begin to warm up in the cab.  I decide now is as good a
time as any to check my messages.

The SMS text from earlier reads as follows:

   Hello Mr. Slovac,

This is James Lakeland, I purchased a stunning property from you back in
early 2021.  I was wondering if you had the time to discuss some
improvements I would like to do to the property?  I understand you have a
particular specialty in what I want to do with the impressive Fitness and
Rec Room basement area. I would also like for you to create a new add on
wing that extends from the North wall of the garage, which also will have a
full and spacious basement that will become the new fitness and recreation
wing of the house.

Warmest Regards,

James Lakeland

  My cock instantly twitches and starts to engorge in my pants, forcing me
to adjust myself. I immediately remember this guy.  Young, handsome,
wealthy, truly intelligent, and within minutes I knew he was a predator of
some sort, a deviant like me.  I could sense it, and he knew likewise I was
not what I appeared either.  We shared a moment in that same basement when
I took a chance to make a crude joke, hoping my read on him was correct and
that it would not backfire or fall flat.

 He asked me why I choose this layout for the large basement. I explained
my background a bit, and my logic in the convenience of having the entire
basement feel like your personal full amenity fitness center complete with
wet/dry sauna, that also is right next to a large multi use Rec room and
personal home theatre.  Finally he asked what else would suit the current
layout without a whole lot of major reengineering of the primary
structure. This was an odd question especially from a buyer, and the small
smirk on his face as he asked the question, made me fairly certain. I
quipped back that it would make one hell of a sex dungeon.  My answer made
his half smirk become a full smile, he then quickly asked me to show him
the rest of the property.  That was the one and only time I met Mr. James
Lakeland.  He had his Realtor make an offer that evening on the property
well above asking price, shutting down any chance of a bidding war.

 His financials combined with a little digging on my part showed he that
was married to a woman named Lively, and had two young children Aiden and
Elizabeth.  Interestingly they were both adopted, and even though he was
married, his was the only signature on the paperwork. I also noticed that
the family was conspicuously absent in his public life as well.  As in I
couldn't find anything on the kids not even a picture, only press release
photos and a well scrubbed bio on his wife, who is 11 years younger than
him.

 I quickly text a response:

Good to hear from you Mr. Lakeland,

Of course I remember you, I had a feeling I would here from you in the
future.  I am interested in hearing more about your ideas for the property.
What is your availability like this week?

Warmest Regards,

Joe Slovac

Within minutes he responds:

I happen to be in town for the next few weeks at the house with my wife and
kids.  Do you have any concrete plans for this afternoon by chance?

James

Well this is getting interesting very quickly.  A man like this doesn't
include details without a reason. He is intentionally being friendly on a
more personal level.  My perverse imagination runs through way too many
possibilities way to quickly causing me to need to center myself, make sure
I keep my cool, and contain my exhilaration at the possibilities.  It can
be difficult to moderate waking the darker taboo desires when you have been
cold and shut off for so long.

I quickly reply:

Actually James I am free this afternoon, when is a good time to come by?

 	Joe

He quickly replies in kind:

Say 3pm or so?  I might even be able to talk you into staying for dinner
after we get done talking business? The wife and kids would like to meet
you Joe. *smiley face emoji*

James

I reply:

	Sounds good to me James!  See you all in a few hours.

	Joe

I made my way back into civilization, parking the truck in the covered spot
for a good washing later.  I would take the Mercedes this afternoon.
Ironically, all that extra money from his offer is what allowed me to
purchase that fine piece of automotive technology, once things stabilized a
bit post Lockdown.  I hit the shower and did a full grooming, shaving my
balls and crack, trimming up my beard, and giving my head a fresh shaving,
which I had neglected the last few days.

After having a light lunch and making sure I had no pressing business
matters, I then finished getting ready to hit the road.  The drive took a
little more than a hour thanks to the usually poor state of traffic here.
Once I hit the more wealthy neighborhoods in the foot hills the drive
became smoother and I arrived just before 3pm.  I turned into the drive and
was greeted by a relatively new security gate, complete with security
cameras and intercom system.  I pull up to the intercom and click the call
button.  Within a few seconds, instead of someone answering the intercom
the gate begins to open.  I pull my SUV through the gate and continue down
the drive to the house.  The house itself looks almost identical to the day
it was sold.  I notice some not so subtle changes to the property and
landscaping though.  Most notably new privacy fencing and landscaping
designed to obscure the view of the side and backyard, essentially making
the pool area only viewable from the air, or from the house. I also see a
ten foot tall security fence has been erected around the entire perimeter
of the property.

As I park near the Front door of the House, James comes out to greet me. We
exchange pleasantries, and I follow him inside.  Last time I was inside
there was not a single piece of furniture in the massive house, now there
must easily be several million in fine furnishings and aesthetic pieces. I
don't even bother to guess how much the art on the wall costs.  We wind up
at the Library which he has made into his office.  The plans are out on his
large mahogany desk as we walk in.  He closes the door behind me and offers
a drink, which I politely except, even though I am not really a drinker.

We spend the next fifteen minutes reviewing the plans. In addition to what
he texted me about, the new wing will also have an elevator that goes from
the basement to second floor, that is positioned between the back of the
garage and the kitchen area. We also discuss the added cost and headache of
cutting a hole through the side of the existing basement outer wall, so
there is a passage from the original basement to the new basement.  While I
don't say anything at the time I notice that both the passage and elevator
have some unique engineering.  Both appear to be hidden with an additional
set of sliding doors that close flush with the walls.  The plans don't seem
to be totally complete either.  The inground pool area at the far end of
the wing merely has a big empty box that says `pool area foundation &
mechanical'.

 "So where are the rest of the foundation plans?", I ask James.

"Do you want to see the plans we will submit to the county, or the plans we
will actually be using?", James replies with a dark smile on his face.

"Both", I reply, returning his smile.

James opens one of the large drawers in his desk and pulls out two smaller
rolled up sets of plans.  One looks normal, the second has a heavy dark
indigo border around every page.

"These", he tosses the regular looking plans down,"are what we will submit
to the county. They show the pool and spa area foundation, and then the
mechanical room off to this side....", as James points to the small room as
an after thought.  "However", he continues, "this is what you are really
going to build for me." James unrolls the other set of plans and my
interest is immediately piqued.

James doesn't say anything, merely takes a step to the side and allows me
to review what I am actually here to build. These foundation plans are
entirely different than what the county will see, but it is all totally
hidden as well.  On the real plans there is a second lower floor to the
basement, which the elevator can access, and also a hidden stairwell coming
off the side wall of the mechanical room that goes down under the pool area
foundation.

"So the real dungeon is under the new wing, and inside your `Safe
Room'... Kinky!", I chuckle.

"Very good!", James responds with a note of surprise in his voice.

"Am I still making the original basement into a sex dungeon as well?", I
ask.

James smiles big, then replies, "Actually, you are going to convert that to
the main security station and barracks for the security detail. Come, lets
head down there and I will show you what I am thinking of doing.  I will
want your feedback before having it actually drawn up."

He waves his hand leisurely for me to follow him.  We leave his office and
make our way to the hidden doorway for the basement.  James presses the
panel and it pops loose revealing a gap to open it the rest of the way.  We
proceed down the stairs into the finished basement.  As we walk down the
hall, James begin to explain his ideas for the old basement.

"First this hall will go and instead once down the stairs you will walk
right into a security check point, with a bullet proof window and wall
where the hall is now, and instead a door here in this wall so the hall has
to snake around.  The extra food storage area will be moved, and that is
where the armory will go, then the theatre area is going to be dorm or
barracks area for the detail.  To make things easy we are going to leave
the downstairs kitchen, gym, and spa, for my security to use, just change
the flow a little to close it off as a separate secure area.", pointing
here and there as we walk.

We are almost to the end of the hall, at the French doors to the spa
area. I notice movement and can begin to here something from inside the spa
area.  I hear the laughter of children!  My cock twitches in my jeans, and
starts to chub up.  James opens the door and motions me to go through ahead
of him.  As I cross the threshold into the spa area, my peripheral vision
catches something over my left shoulder.  I turn to face the shallow end of
the underground beach pool, and see the most beautiful naked little boy I
could possibly imagine!  I literally stop in my tracks and stare.  I just
can't help myself.  He is perfection incarnate!  Before I can collect
myself and before I even register that James wife and daughter are also
naked in the pool, the boy looks our direction and let's what could only be
described as a high pitched squeal of delight.

"DAADDYYYY!!!" the naked little angle screams and begins to prance towards
us.  At this point my cock realizes what my eyes are actually seeing,
quickly engorging down the leg of my jeans. I sober up from my lustful haze
in time to grab a towel off the rack, then toss it to James just in time to
scoop the naked boy up in his arms, without getting soaked by his wet naked
little body. Father and Son exchange a long deep sensual French kiss. Of
course this just makes my cock strain that much more against the denim of
my jeans.

 The boy pulls away giggling, "Daddy I thought you said no kisses and stuff
in front of people?"

"You are correct Princess", and tickles the little Aiden. "But this man is
a Special Friend.  His name is Joseph, but you get to call him `Uncle
Grizz', because he is that special of a friend".

My jaw almost drops at what James just said.  My mind if reeling! On the
outside, i wear a gentle smile and appear calm, but on the inside I'm like
WHAT IN THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY?????!!!!

I glance from the boy's stare to James' stare, then back to the boy who is
now looking me up and down with what I can only call wonton lust in his
huge Green/Blue eyes, the same eyes now locked on my aching throbbing Pedo
cock!  I look back at James who is also looking at the bulge in my jeans,
as I meet his gaze again.  He smiles big and genuinely, then simply says,
"Come on lets take a dip and have some fun before Dinner time".

James puts his son down, and begins to strip, I notice he is also rock hard
but only average in size.  He quickly peels off his shirt, as his boy
starts unbuckling his belt, then pops the pants top button and down with
the zipper like he has done it a hundred times or more already...

I quickly shuck my shoes and start to unbutton my top shirt, as James sexy
athletic twink form heads for the pool and his girls, his son doesn't
follow, instead Aiden prances right over to me and begins to unbutton my
pants for me.  I stare down in into those large round eyes the color of the
pristine Sea, the boys face is all smile and positively glowing.  I finally
get a truly good look at this little angel.  Strawberry blond hair fine and
straight with just some body, perfect porcelain skin with just a few
freckles on his cheeks, long eye lashes, very delicate feminine bone
structure, and the cutest little uncut nail of a cocklette maybe 2.5" long.
He gets my button undone and my fly down then has trouble peeling my jeans
down enough to reach his prize, my cock.  I drop my shirt and pull my jeans
down under my ass so my uncut 8" springs free, the tip still hooded and
gleaming with precum.  The little angel grabs my manhood with both hands
and stares open mouth at it. Then he looks slowly up my entire body taking
in the sight of the massive hairy fat muscle bear attached to the cock he
is holding onto.

"Uncle Grizz! You are uncut like me, but you are HUGE!  Like all over HUGE!
You really are a Grizzly bear, Uncle!", he beams, then squirms like a
little girl would.

"Thank you Princess. That is very sweet of you to say!", I reply with a
grin, realizing I am blushing at the compliment, considering I am still not
in great shape yet.

The boy giggles and squirms, then deftly opens his mouth and swallows the
entire fat mushroom head of my cock into his warm, wet, and oh so small
mouth, then starts to tongue clean under my foreskin, hunting for every
drop of precum that could be trapped under there. I literally shudder at
the sheer ecstasy of the intimate contact from a well trained tiny mouth.
I watch the deft little mop of Strawberry blond hair nurse and clean under
my foreskin diligently, for way to short a time, before he finally pops off
my now truly throbbing and aching cock!

"Carry my into the pool please Uncle Grizz!", he begs with the most
adorable pouty face, raising his arms.

Without a word I scoop up the tiny Aiden in one arm, and begin to head to
the pool, where everyone else is watching us from, already.  The boy wraps
his arms around my neck, then proceeds to straddle my thick muscle forearm
like he is riding a log, with his little cocklette bouncing as I walk and
his silky smooth tiny ball sack resting on my hairy forearm.  I quickly
notice with every step as the sway of momentum changes from one foot to the
other foot, the little boy is puckering his boy pussy to my steps, like an
equestrian rider would bounce in rhythm to their horse but he was just
using his inner thighs and his actually boy pussy, to squeeze then relax.
This sensation just heightens my overall arousal, and I decide to adjust my
hold on this little sex kitten, by taking my free hand to lift him by the
butt off my forearm and instead slip my hand under his butt and hold him
that way.  As i stepped into the water, I positioned him so his back was to
my chest, his butt was against my power lifter gut, and his little boy cock
and balls were resting on my first two finger where I could fondle him,
while using my pinky to begin gently rubbing small circles around the boy
pussy.

As I made the first full circle around his little hole, the boy let out a
moan like a whore.  I was pleasantly surprised by this and it made his
sister stifle a giggle.

"Such a little butt slut!", the 9yo girl laughs out loud.  James and his
wife both stifle a laugh and shake their heads.  The little boy just
ignores his sister, eyes closed lost in his youthful lust, as I continue
making small circles just at the edge of his little pucker.  Which I can
feel is not so little.  He has obvious `pussy wrinkles', from constant anal
stretching and is also puffy from recent fucking, instead of the tight tiny
button a pliable 9yo boy would normally have.  He was definitely not a
virgin, in fact I think I could actually fit!  That thought sends another
wave of lustful desire over me and as we enter the heated pool I begin to
slowly work my pinky up inside the beautiful little Catamite.

"Deeper Uncle", the boy moans, as his eyes roll up into the back of his
head, his mouth falls open, and he actually begins to pant.

James finally lets me off the hook, "Well girls, I would say Uncle Grizz
hear passed with flying colors, as I thought you would Joe".  Both girls
smile and swim over to me, each gripping my cock with a hand and stroking
in unison.  Once again well trained sex toys...  At this point I make a
realization.  I am not looking at a simple lucky case of adopting a girl
that has a familial resemblance to his very young, slender and tight trophy
wife, The younger girl IS the same girl as the one that appears to be the
barely 21yo wife of James.

I shoot a glance to James, he smiles broadly like the cat that ate the
canary, and then he simply nods his head at me in an over exaggerated yes
motion....

"Girls!  Dive!", James commands.  Both girls dip under water, the older
sucking my raging hard cock into her mouth and down her throat to the hilt!
While the 9yo begins licking and fondling my balls.

"Clones?", I speculate.

"Fuck me!  You really are that fucking good!  Damn!", James expounds in
true amazement.  "You are one sexy DILF Joe, may I kiss you?", he asks
while gliding to my corner of the pool. Not waiting for an answer James
cocks his head away from his son as he lines up to kiss me. I except his
kiss as our tongues dart and dance together, The girls come up for air, and
the little catamite finally realizes his Daddy and `Uncle' are making out
right next to him.  The boy reaches for his Daddy, causing us to break the
kiss.

"How about you girls go get ready for dinner, while us boys finish up
here." James states.

"OK Daddy, Love you!"  both girls say in unison.

"Love you girls!", James replies, while taking the little catamite into his
arms. "Let's dump two loads into Princess here, then clean up for dinner
Joe.", giving me a peck as he turns, then begins to exit the pool, spinning
his son upside down and shoving his tongue into the bright red boy pussy.
The boy lets out a high pitched yet guttural moan that ends with a long
hisssss, while wrapping his arms arounds his Dad's sides.

 I follow, still in shock over the last, what I realize has only been a few
minutes.  I roll it though my head. OK, so James is a Pedo Billionaire,
into making human sex clones..... And I am now his `Big Bro'?  Yea.... That
about sums it up for now.  However, I have a feeling this is only the tip
of the iceberg, and the beginning of a whole new life...

END CHAPTER ONE