Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2020 08:02:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Part 19

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BOY DADDY, Part 19

After Nick's sleepover party turned out so successfully, the boys who'd
attended became frequent visitors.  They'd drop by after school and on
weekends, and after a while I invited them to come to our regular weekend
parties.  It was good to have some tweens mixed in with the teens.

Some notable things resulted from that sleepover: Leda and Ryan were now
officially dating, Sam and Cisco became good buddies, Nick and Brian were
now inseparable, and Scotty spent every free second he had at our place
letting me fuck his 12-year old ass.  Jake would come by with Nick and
Brian for a little fun or to smoke weed on occasion, too.

The Watchers had been delighted with the live hidden cam show of Nick's
party, and Sam and I made a shitload of money.

Spring was coming, young hormones were buzzing, business was brisk, and
life was good.

I still had to deal with the matter of the pervy guy that Jenny was dating,
the guy who was coming on to Nick.

At this point it seemed sort of irrelevant, now that we had initiated Nick
into the world of sex, but the dude was still pestering him.  So, I decided
it was time to meet the guy and have a little talk.

I asked Nick if he'd be willing to be there when I confronted the Perv, as
we had taken to calling him.

At first, he was reluctant, but gradually came `round to agreeing to be
present.  I had a plan, and Nick's participation was crucial to it.  I
explained it all to him, got his feed-back, and put the plan in action.

I already knew a little bit about the Perv from what my kids had told me,
though it wasn't much.

His name was Ben, and he was in his early 30s.  He worked in the tech
industry, drove a fancy car, and was filthy rich.  Jenny had met him at one
of her company's business luncheons, and they had hit it off immediately,
apparently.

Leda said he looked Swedish and kind of scary-but-handsome.  She said he
probably had a decent body, from what she could tell.  Nick just thought he
was creepy.  Sam had never met him.

And that was all that I knew about the Perv, Ben.

Nick had failed to give the guy my cell number and a warning to call me
ASAP, due to his extreme reluctance to have any contact with the guy at
all, much less with a slightly confrontational message.  Instead, Nick had
given me the guy's phone number a week or so ago, but I hadn't had time to
call him yet, what with planning Nick's birthday sleepover.

The following day, I gave the Perv a call, and left a message, telling him
who I was and that I wanted to meet with him ASAP on an important matter
regarding Nick.  I figured that would make him sweat.

He didn't call me back, as I assumed he wouldn't.  So, I called him at his
workplace, and got transferred from one secretary to another, until I was
finally told to leave my number and he'd call me back; he was in a meeting.

Again, no call back.  My next move would be to go to his workplace and wait
for him.

But that evening after work, he called me.  Sam was sitting right next to
me on the sofa, playing a video game.

He was apologetic about not returning my calls sooner, but he was blah blah
blah.  I said nothing.

Then he said, "I understand you want to talk to me about something having
to do with your son, Nick?"

"That's right.  But I don't want to discuss it over the phone.  We need to
meet.  Meet me at my place for a drink and we'll talk."

He tried to avoid meeting me, probably fearing that I was going to beat the
shit out of him or kill him.  But I was persistent and insistent, and he
finally agreed to come by the following evening at 7 p.m.

Sam had heard the whole thing but hadn't really been paying attention,
engrossed in his game.

"Wait, somebody's coming over tomorrow at 7?" he asked vaguely.

"Yep, the Perv.  You wanna be here?  I've got some fun planned."

He shrugged.  "Sure.  Wait, what?  Who??  The dude who's been hitting on
Nick?"  Suddenly his interest was kindled, and his face lit up.

"Oh, hell yeah, I'll be here!" he laughed.  "You gonna kick his ass?"

"Nah," I replied.  "But I'm gonna fuck with his head for a while before I
decide what to do with him.  You wanna help?"

"Hell yes!"

I filled Sam in on the details of what I had in mind, and he added a few
subtle nuances of his own.  This was going to be fun!

That next afternoon, I picked Nick up at the house and brought him back to
our place.  Sam was already home from school, so the three of us had plenty
of time to rehearse our various `scenes' with unsuspecting Ben, and to get
the place and ourselves ready for his 7 o'clock visit.

I went over the details with my boys and we all had a good laugh at the
plan and its hoped-for outcome.  Then we smoked-out and took a small dose
of Molly each.  I wanted us to be thoroughly relaxed and have a good buzz
already going when Ben got here.

As we prepped the living room and moved some of the furniture out, I kept
an eye on my watch, making sure we had the final five minutes to get
ourselves ready and in position just before he arrived.

The doorbell rang promptly at 7 p.m., and we were ready.  I answered the
door completely naked, and we got our first look at one another.

Ben's eyes widened when he first saw my nakedness, then quickly traveled up
and down my body before resting on my face.

Leda had been right, the Perv was definitely Nordic-looking, Swedish or
Danish.  He was taller than me, probably 6'2", with broad shoulders and
chest.  A trimmed beard covered his jaw and chin, a light golden brown,
with a mustache of white-blond darkening to the same golden brown.  His
eyebrows were fair, and his skin was pale with flushed cheeks.  His intense
blue eyes were bright and steady, and a short buzz cut of golden stubble
covered his well-shaped head.  Chest hair poked out of the collar of his
shirt.  I thought he was hot.

He recovered his equilibrium quickly and extended his hand for a shake.

"Mr. Shaw?", he said, "I'm Ben Lindstrom."

Smiling broadly, I shook his hand and said, "Good to meet you, call me J.J.
Come on in."

As soon as he crossed the threshold and came into the living room, he
stopped in his tracks, quickly trying to adjust to what he was seeing.

At his shoulder, I said, "Oh, I forgot to mention that we're a naturist
household.  We never wear clothes here.  So I'm going to ask you to respect
our lifestyle and join us, all right?  I'm sure you won't mind, and I don't
want to make you uncomfortable."

I paused to let this sink in and stared him down, waiting for him to make a
move to begin undressing.

"Take off your clothes and I'll put them in the bedroom."

He blinked at me, and then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of
the thick hair that started at the base of his throat.

"What can I get you to drink?" I asked, watching as he took off his shirt,
his cheeks coloring.  The dude was built, and incredibly hairy.

"Uh, whatever you're having.  I'm not much of a drinker."

"I'm stoned and on Molly, plus I've got a tumbler of whiskey goin'.  So,
whiskey for you, and do you wanna smoke a joint or dose, or both?"

He gave me a crooked grin, then said, "Sure, I'll smoke a joint with you.
And whiskey's fine."

"It sure is," I said, and left for the kitchen to get his drink.  "Joints
are on the coffee table; help yourself.  And that's Sam, my oldest son.
Introduce yourself, Sam!" I shouted, as I disappeared into the kitchen.

It was Sam's turn to perform his `scene' with Ben, and I could hear their
voices as Sam engaged the guy with his own rehearsed lines.

Bringing in Ben's drink with another for Sam, along with the bottle of
whiskey, they had already fallen silent, and I could feel the awkward
tension in the room.  As I handed Ben his glass, Sam glanced at me and
winked, letting me know that all had gone as planned as I handed him the
other glass.

I sat on the sofa and motioned for Ben to sit next to me.  The only other
seat in the room was the armchair occupied by Sam, also stark naked, placed
in front of a white sheet tacked up as a backdrop behind it.  One mattress
still lay against a wall, and a floodlight illuminated the room, though it
was aimed at Sam.

"Have a seat," I said, lighting Ben's still-unlit joint.

He sat awkwardly at his end of the sofa, as close to the armrest as
possible, trying to create maximum distance between us.

He was, after all, now completely naked in an unfamiliar house with a man
and his son who were also completely naked and might very well hurt him.

I raised my glass and said, "Cheers," and we all toasted before nearly
draining our drinks.

"Did you and Sam get to know each other a little?" I asked innocently.

"Sure did," he said, through tight lips.

Sam snorted, but otherwise said nothing.

I played dumb.

"Good!"  An icy silence filled the room.  I wanted to laugh so badly, and I
knew that if Sam and I made eye contact, we'd both lose it and the game
would be up.  Instead, I continued playing clueless.

"I was just taking some portraits of the boys when you got here.  I've got
a lot of interested clients always eager to buy anything new I do of my
sons," I lied.

"Oh, you're a professional photographer?"

"Oh no, no, just an amateur.  But I have some skills, and people seem to
really like my work, so..."

"You sell a lot?  You make much money from your stuff?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"Well, I make 100 prints of each photo, and each print sells for a
thousand.  And there are usually five photos in each new series.  I usually
offer two new series each year, but sometimes it's more, maybe three or
four.  And they always sell out.  So, yeah, I do OK."

I'm pretty good at improv.

He whistled in surprise and laughed.

"Damn, you sure do!  You must have an agent or representation of some sort,
yeah?"

Now that he thought I made some decent money, he was interested.

I already didn't much like him.

"Nope, I'm a one-man operation.  I keep it all on the down-low, everything
private and confidential.  New clients come to me through established
buyers, usually."

"What do you photograph besides your sons?  Mostly people?" he asked.

"Yeah, just portraits, nude portraits.  And almost always kids -- teens,
maybe a little older, maybe a little younger.  Mostly boys, but girls, too,
sometimes, if they interest me."  I watched him closely.

He looked stunned.

"Wow," he said, and stopped talking.  I could see his mind working
furiously; his eyes moved rapidly, and he began to jiggle one leg, all
signs of mental agitation and stimulation.

"But who do you photograph?  I mean, where do you get your models, how do
you find them?"

I knew this would get him on my hook.

"Oh, you know, friends.  People I know.  Friends of Sam's and Nick's, kids
I meet at arcades, skateparks, playgrounds.  You know -- wherever kids hang
out."

He had a faraway look on his face.

"Right, right," he murmured.

"OK, Sam, let's do the next shot," I said, now focusing completely on the
next scene of our plan, our `show'.

I made sure to give him a full, close-up crotch shot as I stood up and
moved to my camera on its tripod in the middle of the floor.  He must have
felt more secure with me off the sofa, because he spread his legs some and
threw his arm across the back of it, clearly now more at ease.

I finally had a chance to get a good look at him as I busied myself with
the camera.

He was a pretty big guy, toned and broad-chested.  He had a hint of the
beginnings of a gut, but it actually looked good on him and added to his
over-all masculine attractiveness.

Golden hair spread across his chest, stomach, shoulders, legs, ass,
everything. Ben was definitely one of the hairiest men I had ever seen
naked.

His dick was cut and of a good size, though not as big as mine -- thick and
veiny, with a fat, purple head, with hairy balls hanging heavy and large in
a loose sac.

"All right, let's do one more special.  Then we'll do some group shots," I
said.

Sam tossed aside the comic book he'd been reading and shifted his position
in the chair.

"What should I do?" he asked me.

"I don't know, whatever you want.  Just make it, you know...'special'.  For
our real collectors!"  We laughed together, pointedly excluding Ben.

Sam shrugged, then scooted down in the armchair seat and threw his legs
over his head, crossing his ankles behind his head so his hairy asshole was
exposed, and brought his hard dick right up to his opened mouth, then held
the pose.

Ben audibly gasped, and I heard him whisper to himself, "What the fuck...?"

I ignored him as if I'd heard nothing, and started laughing as I repeatedly
pressed the shutter button.

"Good, good!  That's beautiful, Sam!"

Then, wrapping his lips around the head of his cock, he flipped off the
camera with both hands as he scowled at the lens.

"Nice, bro" I chuckled, "that's fucking hilarious!  Push out your asshole.
Yeah, that's perfect, totally hot.  OK, that's it!  Good boy!"

Sam dropped the scowl and smiled broadly at me, then untangled himself and
sat back up in the chair, diddling his hard cock and spreading his legs
wide.

"Let's do the groups now!" he said, excited by the idea.

I nodded, then bellowed, "NICK!" as loud as I could.

Ben sat up straight and said, "Wait, Nick's here, too?"

"Sure, he's been sleeping off a few too many before-dinner-drinks.  He'll
be out in a sec."

"Uh-huh; OK," he said.  "Look, what was it about Nick you wanted to talk to
me about?"

He was suddenly nervous, knowing that Nick was about to come into the room.

I smiled.  "In a little while.  Let's finish up with the photos, first," I
said.

He sat back on the sofa, looking grim.

And right on cue, Nick trounced into the room, completely naked, stretching
like a just-woken cat.

When he spotted Ben, he stopped in his tracks and said, "Why are you here?"
Then, turning to me, he added, "Why is he here?  Dad, what's he doing
here?"

"It's OK, Nick, I invited Ben here," I said, a pretend attempt at calming
him down.

Ben had stood up and looked completely flummoxed.

"It's OK, I'll go if Nick doesn't want me to be here," he said, no doubt
happy for an excuse to get the hell out of there.

"No, stay where you are.  Sit down, Ben.  Nick, if you have something you
want to say to Ben, now's your chance to say it," I said.

Nick looked at me, then at Ben, then back at me again.

"It's OK, say what you need to say," I encouraged him.

Nick turned to face Ben and said, "Stop trying to touch me all the time!
Stop grabbing my butt, stop grabbing my crotch, stop trying to kiss me!
Just don't talk to me at all!  I should have told Mom that you're trying to
molest me, but she really likes you and I don't want to ruin it for her.
But if you don't quit, I WILL tell her!"

It all came out in a rush, and while we had rehearsed it, I knew the
emotion behind what he was saying was genuine.

"Nick, I never meant anything by it, I was just joking around," Ben said.

Sam guffawed.

"Bullshit!" Nick shouted.

"OK, OK, OK, let's all calm down and take a deep breath," I offered.  "Ben,
have you been trying to molest my son?"

He looked at me, a helpless expression on his face.

"What?  No, no!  It's not like that.  See, I was just trying to be friendly
with Nick, but I guess I must have said or done something to scare him.
Apparently," he said.

"Liar!" said Nick.

"C'mon, Ben.  Nobody believes that.  Just tell the truth.  Admit you're a
pervert who's into boys," I said, calmly and matter-of-factly.

He shook his head slowly, as if unable to defend himself from our
accusations, though still denying them.

"Be brave, Ben.  Be courageous.  Just tell the truth and it'll be OK," I
murmured.

He looked at me and I could see tears welling in his eyes.  He looked away
and began shaking his head again.

Suddenly, Nick spoke up.

"Tell him.  Just tell my dad the truth.  Please."

Ben sat down heavily on the sofa and put his head in his hands.  We all
watched in silence for a few seconds, and then I sat down beside him.  I
reached for his empty glass, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and poured out
a few inches before handing the glass to him.

"Drink up; it'll do you good," I said.

He took the glass without looking at me, shame-faced and lightly shivering.
He looked down at the liquid amber for a few seconds, and then downed it
quickly, grimacing as he swallowed.

I poured him another.  He drank it in one gulp.  I poured him a third
round, and he downed that, too.  He now had not only his first drink in his
system, but five more successive shots.  He'd be fully drunk within
minutes.

I pulled some joints from the little bowl on the coffee table and handed
him one, then tossed each boy their own.  We all lit up and smoked in
silence for a couple of minutes.

Finally, I spoke up.

"You into girls, too, or just boys?"

He still wouldn't look at me, and only shook his head.

"OK, then.  Let's change the subject for now.  How do you like fucking my
wife?  She's a great lay, right?"

He let out a soft groan.

"Yeah, Jenny knows how to fuck all right, that's for damn sure.  She taught
me everything when we were kids.  Everything about sex, I mean."

The boys and I exchanged a glance, trying not to laugh.

"Or are you even into pussy?  Maybe you're only into fucking little boys.
Am I right?" I said.

The boys giggled, and that seemed to do the trick.  He sat back on the
sofa, suddenly relaxing, and joined us in laughing.

"Man, I've had more pussy than any of you could even dream of, so fuck off.
And yeah, Jenny's a terrific fuck, she's a regular whore in bed, right
dude?"

I threw my head back and laughed.  I knew he was trying to anger or shame
me for my comments about Jenny, for speaking crudely about my wife.

 "Hell yeah, bro!  That bitch can be nasty as fuck!  She get off on sucking
your cock right out of her cunt as much as she gets off on sucking mine?
Dude, we should fuck her together!  That'd be helluv fun," I said, still
chuckling.  The boys were laughing, too.

Ben also laughed, just a tiny bit.

"Nah, I don't mess around with guys, not into that at all," he said.

We all went silent and stared at him, and then spontaneously laughed, all
of us, including Ben.

"What age range are you into?" I asked.  "How young to how old?  Just
curious."

He looked at me with glassy eyes, the whiskey making him sway a bit where
he sat.

"I guess aroun' 7 to maybe 13.  No older.  I like `em before they get
hairy," he drunkenly laughed.

The alcohol was working its magic.  He was suddenly expansive and willing
to talk.

"Tweens!" Sam yelped, laughing.  "You into bitches, too, or just boys?"

"Mainly boys.  But girls will do in a pinch."  He guffawed.

"How many kids have you fucked around with?" I asked him.

"Well, it depends on what you mean by `fucking around'.  But at least a
couple dozen."

His eyes got brighter, and he was rapidly coming alive, albeit drunkenly.

Sam whistled.

"Wow, damn!" I said.  "How old were you the first time?"

"Aroun' 11," he slurred, almost bragging.

"How old was the kid?"

"He was six, a l'il retarded kid who lived in my neighborhood.  I baby-sat
`im."

"What did you do?"

"I made him suck me off, and then I played with his little dick and his
butthole, the first time.  But all the other times, I'd fuck him after he
sucked my dick."  He smiled fondly at the memories.

Sam asked, "Were most of the kids you messed around with one-timers, or
on-going?"

"One-offs, mos'ly. Maybe a third were on-going, which by my rules means we
hooked-up at leas' three times."

I was all ears.  I found this fascinating.

"Do you take photos or film them or anything like that?  Do you document?"
I asked.

"Hell yeah, of course!  Why?  You wanna see `em?"  He laughed heartily
again.

Sam and I simultaneously said, "Yeah, I want to see them!"

He was really warming to the subject.  His body language was open and
relaxed, but he was quickly starting to get sloppy-drunk.  He tried to
focus on us, grinning stupidly.

"Fine, no prob, I'll show `em to you guys, there's lots to see..."  He
giggled to himself.

"So, tell me: What do you fantasize about doing with Nick, anyway?" I
asked.

He barked out a laugh and readjusted himself on the sofa.  His dick was
getting hard, fast.

"Naaaah, I can't tell you that, man!" he chuckled, now embarrassed.

"Then tell me," Nick said loudly.

Ben turned his gaze on Nick, and I could see the changes in his facial
expressions as he spoke.

"OK, l'il buddy -- I wanna get naked with you an' watch you jack-off your
little dick, while you watch me jack-off, too.  I wan' you to stick your
tongue up my butthole, an' I wanna stick my dick up your sweet little ass
while I watch your face and I wanna make-out with you in my car and oh I
wanna watch your sweet face while you're on your knees with my cock in your
mouth, so fuckin' hot...  I wanna do whatever you wanna do, Sexy," he said.

His face looked kind of eerie, almost as if he had talked himself into a
light trance.  The way he leered at Nick was outrageous. He'd been lightly
stroking his hard cock the whole time he talked, and now seemed incapable
of stopping.

Nick turned to look at me, as if to say, "See?", then turned back to Ben.

"Yeah, well, that's never gonna happen.  At least, not for free," he said
firmly.

The leer gradually disappeared from Ben's face as Nick's words sank into
his befuddled brain.

Laughing, he asked, "How much you want?"  He laughed again, this time
louder, as if this was all a joke.

When he'd quieted down, Nick said, "Five-thousand.  And only with my dad
and brother there."

Nick's steeliness and business-like tone of voice seemed to sober Ben up
some.  He let go of his dick, sat himself up straight on the sofa, and
snorted in derision.

"Why?  They like to watch?"  Another weak laugh.

"For protection.  From you," Nick said, clearly relishing the feel of
having the upper-hand.

"You gotta be kidding me, right?  You want $5K just to fuck around some?
Jesus!"  He looked at each of us in turn.

"Don't look at us, dude.  Nick can set his own terms," I said.

He gaped open-mouthed at me.

"You're OK with this?!  He's just a little whore, dude?!  You fuckin' pimp
out your son?  Sons??"

Suddenly, Ben had discovered moral indignation.  We all laughed at him.

"I don't do anything.  As I said, they set their terms.  Nick offered you a
great deal; I would have charged double that," I said.

Ben was speechless, outraged, intrigued, drunk, and horny.  I wondered how
far Nick would go with this charade.

"Wowwww...this is FUCKED.  UP."  Then he shrugged.  "But, whatever!  So, if
I pay you five thou, I get to fuck you?"

"Oh, no, no.  No way.  You get to touch me, you get to suck my cock, you
get to eat out my ass; I'll suck your dick and MAYBE eat your ass, and I'll
fuck YOU.  But to actually fuck ME, that's really gonna cost you," Nick
said, without a pause.

This was all news to me, but I was deeply impressed with how Nick was
manipulating the guy.  It was helluv sexy, too, somehow.

Oddly, I was only halfway to a hard-on.  I was engrossed by the scene I was
watching, as though it were on T.V., captivated by the dramatics.

"How much?" Ben asked.

"$15 thousand.  You wear a condom, and Sam and my dad are there, too.  Same
rules."

He roared a sharp, brief laugh.  "$15K for your ass?  Are you insane?  I've
never paid anything even remotely close to that for a fuck, and I've had
lots of ass way younger than yours!" he snarled.

Nick waited until Ben was silent.  Then he said, "That's it.  A one-time
offer.  Take it or leave it."

We all sat staring at Ben, and Ben sat staring at us.

Nick stood up and moved to the center of the floor to display himself.  He
stretched languorously, then slowly turned around, pausing now and then to
hold a pose.  When his back was facing Ben, he spread his legs a bit and
bent over, then reached around to spread his ass cheeks, exposing his
little hole.

Ben couldn't tear his eyes away from Nick.  He grasped his hard cock and
shook it at Nick, performing his own display.

Nick stuck a finger in his mouth and then shoved it up his snug, little
asshole and worked it in and out.  He withdrew it, and held out his arm
towards Ben, offering him his finger to sniff.  Ben's eyes blazed with
crazed lust.

He leaned forward to smell it and inhaled deeply, a contented smile
spreading across his face.  Suddenly, he grabbed Nick's wrist and sucked
the ass-slicked finger, growling and humming deep in his throat.

When he let go of Nick's wrist, he sat back heavily on the sofa and patted
his spread leg, a gesture inviting Nick to sit on his knee.

But Nick danced away from him and returned to his spot next to Sam.

"Damn, you're a sexy little guy, a dirty little boy..." Ben murmured.

"Let's do a few more photos, boys, and then we'll call it a night," I said.

Ben watched quietly as I posed the boys in a few different set-ups.  The
first one had Sam and Nick facing each other, their foreheads touching,
with their hands on each other's shoulders.  Sam's mouth was maybe an inch
away from Nick's, and they appeared to be on the brink of kissing.  I took
the photo from their waists up.

The second shot had both boys standing side-by-side, Sam's arm slung
casually across Nick's shoulders.  Sam posed with one leg crossed in front
of the other and his other fist on his hip, as Nick posed with his hands on
his hips.  Both boys gazed at the other's soft cock, older boy and younger
brother, comparing.

The final set-up was Sam sprawled in the armchair, with Nick sitting on the
arm.  Sam held a joint in his mouth as Nick held a lighter to it, Sam's
other hand resting on Nick's thigh.  Sam looked wasted, and Nick's face was
fully concentrated on the task of lighting the joint perfectly for his
brother, with the tip of his tongue clenched firmly between his teeth.
Cute and sexy as hell.

Now it was time for a few `special' shots.

I had Sam stand up and turn his back to the camera, leaning over the chair
with one foot on the arm of it.  Nick stood immediately to his side and
slightly forward, bending over to get a good look at Sam's exposed
shithole, his hands clasped behind his back and a facial expression full of
curiosity.  Sam reached behind himself with one hand and spread his ass
cheek for a better view, looking over his shoulder at Nick, a sleazy grin
twisting his mouth.

Next, Sam stood up and leaned over to suck his own dick, as Nick kneeled
behind him and glued his mouth to his brother's asshole, reaching behind
himself with his finger up his ass.

The last shot had Sam flat on his back with Nick laying on top of him, both
their hard dicks, visible to the camera, pressed between their stomachs.
Nick's face hovered a few inches over Sam's, and Nick's tongue was out,
ready to wrestle with his brother's thicker, eager tongue.  Sam firmly
clasped Nick's ass in his hands, pressing him tighter to himself.

When I was finished with the shot, Nick and Sam both asked me to take a few
shots with them, just for our own enjoyment.  Of course, I readily agreed
and joined them in front of the camera.

"Ben, would you snap the photos for me? I asked.

Still quite drunk, he rose from the sofa and stumbled his way to the
camera.

"You gonna sell these pics, too?  With you in `em?" he asked.

"Nah, these are just for us," I answered.  "Probably."

I jacked my dick a few times to get it fully hard, then told the boys to
kneel on either side of me.  Crossing my arms behind my head exposing my
sweat-slicked, hairy pits, I spread my legs a bit and told the boys to wrap
their arms around them.  Then I had them lick the shaft of my cock with the
flat of their tongues.  I told Ben to take the shot.

Next, I had Sam lay on the floor on his back and I straddled him so he
could stick his dick up my ass.  Once he was fully in, I told Nick to
double-fuck me from behind.  Even though we were holding still for the
pose, there was quite a lot of groaning and grunting over the exquisite
sensations the three of us were feeling.

Ben was mesmerized by what he was seeing, and I had to tell him twice to
take the photo before he heard me.

"Fuck, that's one of the hottest things I've seen," he said after he
clicked the shutter.  "That was amazing!"  He smiled at me with a new
appreciation.

"Wanna switch places with me?" I winked as I stood up.  "Go ahead, if you
want to."

He laughed wildly as he swayed right to left.

"Holy fuck, you serious?  Yeah, I wanna try that!"

He beamed at me as he tried to focus his eyes, and clasped me on the
shoulder, all buddy-buddy.  I had to laugh.  The brotherhood of perverts.

As he lowered himself very, very slowly onto Sam's cock, he swore a stream
of filthy trash-talk, breathing heavily as Sam's stiff prick invaded his
virgin bowels, wincing and gritting his teeth, finally roaring when Sam
sank all the way in up to his pubes.

When Nick got behind him and shoved hard into his already stuffed hole, Ben
shrieked from the pain and shook his head like a wet dog.  Nick was
grinning like an imp, delighting in making Ben hurt.

Both boys began to very slowly fuck Ben, and I delayed taking the shot
until Ben roared out for me to "fuckin' take it, already!"  Even then, I
still delayed, pretending to fiddle with the camera lens.

Once I had captured the image, Nick said he had an idea for a pose.

He told Sam and Ben to lay on the floor in a heap, with Sam partially
draped over Ben.  Nick placed his foot on Sam's back, and placed his fists
on his bony hips.  The pose made it appear that Nick was victorious over
the two bodies at his feet.

"The Triumph of Youth"!, Nick giggled.

I snapped the photo, and Sam stood up, leaving Ben on the floor.

"I got an idea for a pose!" Ben half-slurred, half-shouted.

He squatted against the armchair, leaning back on it with his arms
supporting his weight.  His ass was a good 10 inches above the floor.

"OK, Nick, lay on your back with your face right under my ass.  Sam, get
your face between Nick's legs so you can lick his hole.  And, J.J., get
behind Sam and lick his ass in whatever position you need to get in."

As I moved to where he directed me, I said, "The line's too long for the
camera to capture.  What if I stand over you on the chair with my legs
spread so I can squat down right over your face?"

"OK, yeah," he said, thinking only about Nick's face under his hairy
asshole.  "Whatever."

I set the timer on the camera and moved into position.  As I squatted down
over Ben's head, I told him to turn his face up to my asshole.  When he
did, somewhat reluctantly, I lowered myself all the way down onto his
mouth, my moist asshole making firm contact with his lips.

The shutter clicked before we were all ready, so I set it again and we all
scrambled into position.  This time, when I lowered myself onto Ben's face,
his tongue met my asshole and disappeared inside it just as the shutter
clicked again.

No one broke the pose.  Instead, they were all busy licking and tonguing
ass, even Ben, who chowed down on my sweaty hole like he was born to it.
It was hard for me to believe that he wasn't into guys.

He had started gently bucking his hips and moaning as Nick ate his ass.  He
tore his face away from my ass and I rose up, allowing him to free his head
in order to look down at Nick.

"Oh fuck, Sexy, you're gonna make me cum all over you pretty quick..." he
rasped out.

Nick immediately slid himself out from under Ben and moved away.

"Uh-uh, that was just a sample," he said to Ben.  "No cumming without
payment."  Nick smirked at him.

Ben groaned theatrically.

"Aw, c'mon, Sexy, I get blue balls every time I'm around you, and this is
the worst!"  He ended with a weak laugh.

Nick said, "You ready to pay me?"

"Jesus, you're relentless!" Ben laughed.  "How much again?  For everything:
sucking, rimming, fucking, all of it."

"20K, dude.  For the works."

He stared at Nick for a moment, narrowing his eyes a bit.

"Fuck it.  All right.  How do I pay you?"

"Cash," I said.

"I'll have to go into my bank to do that," he said, displeased.  "Can I
write a check?"

"Nope."

"Oh!  Why don't I just transfer 20K from my bank account into yours from
the banking app on my phone?  It'd be instant," he said.

I still didn't really know if Nick was bluffing or rather intended on going
through with his offer to Ben.  So, I let him speak for himself.

"Uhm, yeah, that's OK with me, but, uh...Nick, what d'you think?"

"It's instantly in our bank?  Like, right now?" he asked, beginning to
smile.

"Yeah, basically," Ben answered eagerly.  He was incredibly excited, his
eyes gleaming.

"What time is it?  I have to go to school tomorrow, so..." Nick said.

Ben glanced at his watch.  "It's only around 8:30."

Nick's eyebrows rose and he smiled delightedly as he said, "Oh!  Then, hell
yeah, it's OK!"

He laughed and rolled back against Sam, who gently pushed him away and
joined his brother in laughing.

We all laughed, partly as a relief from the tension we'd all been feeling
just moments earlier.

"And then we should all do more Molly," Nick said.

Sam and I audibly agreed, but Ben was very hesitant.

"I have to drive home to Palo Alto, remember.  I shouldn't get any more
fucked up."

"Crash here, bro," I said, simply.

"What?"

"Crash here tonight and do Molly with us!"  The idea suddenly seemed really
fun.

"Seriously, that'd be OK?"  The boys and I nodded.  "All right then, fuck
yeah!" Ben shouted.

He started looking all around him for something.

"I need my jacket..." he muttered.

"It's in the bedroom with the rest of your stuff," I said.  "What are you
looking for, your phone?"

"Yeah, it's in the inside breast pocket," he said as I was already hallway
out of the room.

I tossed him his phone when I came back.  He immediately began fiddling
with the keypad, and within five minutes the transfer had been completed.

Nick had just made $20,000, at 12 years old.

For negotiated sex.

With the man his mom was dating and fucking.

With the man who had repeatedly tried to molest him.

I was well and truly amazed at what he'd accomplished.

We all took a full dose of Molly and waited for the effects to kick in.

We also agreed that filming Nick and Ben having sex would be fun and
exciting, so I hauled out even more camera gear and got it set up in the
unused bedroom, my official bedroom.

Once it was all set up, we smoked-out in the living room and then snorted
some coke as we waited to feel the Molly rush.  We were all nicely
fucked-up.

Everyone seemed to be gravitating to the bedroom, so we finally just moved
there in a group.

It was time for Nick to deliver his goods.