Date: Sun, 31 May 2020 15:22:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY Chapter 22

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BOY DADDY, Part 22

Leda's pregnancy was blissfully uneventful.  Just like her mom, Leda's
libido seemed to increase during it, something that us guys found
fascinating and fun.

We all loved dicking her, knowing that there was a kid inside her just
waiting to spring into the world to meet us.  She let us fuck her until
well into her eighth month.  By then, her belly was so big that pounding
her just wasn't that fun anymore.

We still had no idea who the father was.  We wouldn't know for sure until
we could get testing done.  We had placed bets on the father's identity
months before when she had first announced her pregnancy.

Jenny was three months behind Leda in her own pregnancy, and the two of
them spent hours together buying baby stuff, re-decorating the bedrooms,
and whatever else pregnant bitches do together.  At least we knew that Ben
was the father of Jenny's baby.

And before we knew it, just like that, there were two new members of our
family, both boys.  Leda named hers Tyler, and Jenny named hers Lars, the
name of Ben's grandfather

A few months after Ty was born, Ben mentioned that he had a doctor friend
who could be relied upon to be discreet.  Ben suggested that we let this
doctor handle the testing to discover who Ty's biological father was.  I
told him to set it up.  We all wanted to know who had won the bet -- the
pot totaled $50k.

It took some doing gathering all the samples, but we eventually got them
all together and turned the lot over to the doc.  Within a week we had our
answer.

Ben got news of the results first.  He called a meeting at my place for
that evening, and everyone but Ryan was there.  Leda had gathered Ryan's
samples surreptitiously, so he wasn't even aware that he was included in
the testing, though he was the leading candidate for paternity.  At least,
that's who my bet was on.

We made a party out of it.  By the time we were all seated around Ben,
waiting for the news, we were already stoned and halfway drunk.  I had
brought home a bunch of catered food and drinks, so it really was a festive
atmosphere.

As Ben prepared to open the sealed envelope with the lab results and the
doctor's summary in it, we all got quiet, then giggly, then quiet again.

Silently, Ben scanned the letter.  His eyes got huge and his face flushed.

"No way!" he laughed, "No fucking way!"

We clamored for him to tell us, and he grinned like a monkey.

"And the daddy is..."  He stopped and let us yell in suspense.

When we quieted, he started again.

"Ready?  The father is..."

He paused just a moment --

"Nick!"

The father is Nick.  Nick.  I heard the words, but I couldn't understand
what it meant.

Nick, little Nick, was Leda's baby's father.  Ty's daddy.  Nick had got his
sister pregnant, and now they had a baby.

Suddenly, it all became clear and my heart started pounding fast.  I could
feel the blood rush to my face, and my hands got tingly.

I looked over at Nick, and saw that his jaw had dropped, his eyes huge and
a little bit frightened.

And then the room went nuts.

We jumped up all at once and high-fived Nick and each other.  Laughing,
crying, joking, hugging, we were overjoyed at the outcome.

Leda beamed at Nick, but said, "Ewww!" before laughing and hugging him,
telling her little brother she was just kidding and that she was super
happy.

My cock was thickening fast as I thought about how everything had turned
out.  The idea that Nick was now a father got me incredibly horny and
excited.

I had always hoped that Sam might follow in my footsteps and have a kid
when he was 12-years old, just like I had.  But as he passed into his teen
years, I gave up that hope and forgot about it.  I had never even
considered Nick as another potential young dad.

And now, it had indeed come true.  Nick was now 13, which meant that he was
12 when he'd gotten Leda pregnant.

Just like me, my youngest son was another boy daddy!  My heart soared in
gratitude and delight, while my cock strained against my pants.

My balls felt like they were getting ready to release their load.  I had
spontaneously cum only two other times, both when something turned me on to
the point of no return and I had jizzed in my pants.

It felt like the same thing was going to happen now, so I announced my
predicament with a helpless laugh.

Nick grinned at me and nodded, like he knew exactly what I needed.  He came
over to where I was sitting and sat on my lap, grinding his shorts-covered
butt over my crotch.  He was trying to help me nut, but he was only making
me want to fuck him.

Whimpering, I reached around him and shoved my hand down his shorts,
drawing out his stiff prick and swollen balls.  His cock was red-hot in my
hand and slippery with precum.

He tuned himself around in my lap to face me and started opening my pants
to get at my dick.  Everyone was watching us, eyes shiny with excitement.
But as soon as he got my belt undone and the zipper halfway down, I
couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load.  It felt incredible inside
my pants.  Cum was blasting in rapid fire full force, soaking everything.
I could feel it running down my balls, soaking my inner thighs, and pooling
in the seat of my jeans.  I was gasping and spasming like a fish out of
water as my balls emptied.

Nick reached inside my pants and ran his fingers through the mucky,
slippery mess, coating his hands with my jizz and some stray pubes.  We
both took a deep breath, inhaling the potent, seedy scent of fresh semen.

Halfway through draining my nuts, Nick grimaced and blasted his sperm all
over my shirt, then scooped it up and presented it to my cum-hungry mouth.
He tasted especially sweet that evening.

Shortly afterwards, everyone left except Nick.  He said he wanted to talk
some more and didn't want to go home yet.  Ben was a bit disappointed, but
said he'd tell Jenny that Nick was going to spend the night with Sam and
me.  We'd have the whole night to ourselves, just the three of us.

We stripped off our clothes and kicked back in the living room.  We were
already pretty stoned, so I broke out the whiskey and some astonishing hash
I had recently scored.  In no time, we were blazed and incapable of doing
much of anything besides talking.

"I'm not gonna have to take care of Ty, am I?" Nick asked us.  "'Cause I
don't wanna."

"Nah, of course not," I answered.  "We'll let Mom and Leda take care of him
while he's a baby, but as soon as he can walk and talk Sam and I will raise
him."

"OK, cool," he said.  "Babies are creepy.  And I'm just a kid."

Sam laughed.

"Dude, we're gonna have a little kid live with us?" he asked me, sounding
none too thrilled at the prospect.

"It'll be hella fun, bro, don't worry; we're all gonna have so much fun!
We'll raise him right and train him while he's little.  Nick, you can guide
him and prep him for being a boy daddy himself when he's 12.  It'll be our
tradition!"

The boys chuckled at the idea.

"We're gonna make him a perv like us!" Sam laughed.  "I wonder how young
he'll be when he starts doin' pervy shit..."

"Oh, young," I said.  "Hella young.  You bet."

Nick giggled.

"What if Ty and Lars start fucking around together?  That'd be hella
funny!"

Sam hooted.  "Ha!  I doubt we'll see much of Lars.  Beast'll keep him
plenty busy!"

We laughed in agreement.  We all casually called Ben `Beast' now, and he
liked the nickname.

It was shortly after that evening that me and the boys went pussy-crazy.
We were obsessed with pussy and couldn't fuck enough of them.  This went on
for several months.  It was as if all three of us were only attracted to
cunt now, and we fucked around with each other only rarely during this
period.

All I knew was that I was determined to make as many babies as I could.
Every time I fucked a bitch, I imagined her getting knocked-up, her belly
huge and swollen with my spawn.  I was on a mission.  Sam and Nick had a
similar mindset.  Both boys joked about making so many babies that most of
the town would be related to us.

I mentioned to the boys one night that what got me off was the possibility
that someday I'd fuck some of these mystery kids, my unknown sons and
daughters.  Sam laughed in knowing agreement.  Nick said he just liked
fucking pussy and didn't really care about making more babies.

Sam and I brought home girls and women literally every day and night.  Most
often we shared them, and the bitches were thrilled to have two handsome
young `brothers' screw them.

Of course, we refused to wear condoms.  When we were out cruising for pussy
we quizzed the bitches first to see if they were on birth-control.  If they
were, we moved on until we found one who wasn't.  We wanted them fertile.

We always maintained contact with them for a month at least after we fucked
them.  That way, we were able to discover whether or not we had gotten them
pregnant.

Sam was able to discover that he'd impregnated six bitches during the
roughly 120 days we were dedicated to our mission, while I found out that
seven of my seedlings had germinated in fertile bellies.

We were both sort of disappointed at our low numbers, since we calculated
that we'd fucked no fewer than 240 times each during those 120 days.  Some
of our conquests were memorably hot and we'd fucked them multiple times,
but we still shot close to 500 loads between us.

And just as suddenly as our obsession had begun, it evaporated, seemingly
over-night, after those four months.

Ben and Nick had their own mission and were after their own pursuits.  They
were still deeply involved with each other, which somewhat surprised me,
now that Nick was 13 and growing fast.  Ben liked younger boys, preferably
before they got much body hair, and Nick was bound to disappoint him soon.

But they seemed to work it out and spent as much time together as they
could, on the sly.

As Nick grew up, his access to younger boys waned.  He and Ben would
disappear on weekends whenever they could, and I never asked either of them
what they did or where they went.  But I knew that they cruised around
looking for young boys to have fun with, not in town, but in different
places all up and down the coast.  They always returned happy and content,
and the weekend get-a-ways would stop for a while until Ben's itch needed
scratching again.

Nick obviously enjoyed these out-of-town hunts just as much as Ben did.
With Ben's encouragement and years of experience to share, Nick was
developing into a budding pederast under Ben's devoted and careful
mentoring.  It was sweet to see.

The idea that Nick, a child himself, was on the prowl for younger boys that
he and his 36-year old buddy could safely molest led to some of the most
intense jerk-offs and mind-blowing orgasms I have ever had.

Leda would bring both babies over every so often to visit for a couple of
hours.  How she got Jenny to let the boys out of her sight I never quite
understood.  Nevertheless, we'd see the babies once a week or so.

When they did visit, we fell into a sort of routine.  We'd lay the babies
out head-to-head on a mattress, we would straddle them so we were
face-to-face, and then let the babies suckle our cock heads while we
made-out.  We had to be gentle and not move around too much, but it felt
incredible to have tiny, little mouths tease the cum out of our dicks.

If Leda brought their bottles along, we'd pump out fresh loads of sperm
into the bottles of formula before giving it to them.  Sam thought that one
up, and I loved the symbolism of it.

We all loved sucking their tiny dicks and balls, and bath-time was always
lots of fun for everyone involved.  It was also fun to lay them on their
tummies while Sam and I hot-dogged their tiny asses.

If I knew Ben was coming over to spend some time, I'd contact Scotty and
see if we could use his little brother Howie for a few hours.  Howie was
going on seven-years old and had `played' with us a few times.  He was a
happy little boy who really liked Ben and was always eager to learn more
fun tricks.  Nick would always be there, too, happy to join in playtime
with the little boy.

Scotty always accompanied Howie, and he and I would spend a few hours
fucking around in one bedroom while Howie played with the others in the
second bedroom.  A few times we all played around together, but it seemed
to overwhelm Howie a bit, so Scotty and I were only too happy to play by
ourselves.

Scotty was now 13 ("and a half"), and the intervening year had brought
about major changes to his body.  If anything, he was more spectacularly
sexy than he'd been at 12 ("and a half").

His pubic hair was thicker and coarser, and he was getting much more hair
under his arms.  His long, slender legs were covered in golden hair now,
and his ass crack was hairier, too.  His muscles were getting more defined,
though he was skinnier and taller than the previous year.  His voice had
also dropped an octave.  Scotty was turning into a young man.

My training him had paid off in his eagerness for new sexual thrills and
feats.  I had managed to bring out or instill in him a predilection for
little boys, beginning with his younger brother.  Scotty had lightly
molested Howie in order to prep him for playing with Ben and I, and he'd
done a fine job.  Howie was like putty in our hands and trusted us
completely.

Scotty still had a raging crush on me and would have done anything I told
him.  I had to be careful not to take advantage of his dog-like devotion,
but I did manage to have a bit of harmless fun.

Now, kids breaking rules has always been a major turn on for me, don't ask
me why.  Kids breaking laws gets me even hornier.  But convincing kids to
commit crimes is the hottest thing of all.

I taught Scotty how to shoplift, and he took to it with relish.  He got to
be good at it, so I turned it up a notch and talked him into breaking into
a store after closing hours and stealing something, anything.  What
mattered was the break-in and getting away with it, not what he stole.  I
taught him how to case a store, gave him my glass-cutting tool, made him a
small homemade truncheon for protection, and helped him make his plan.

On the night he actually did it, when he got back to our place with the
loot -- a stolen candy bar and a can of soda -- we were both deliriously
amped-up and giddy.  We fucked like tigers all night long.

When we had sex, he liked me to talk trash to him, mean and nasty stuff,
cruel and degrading.  At first, I was reluctant to verbally abuse him, but
once I started and felt comfortable knowing that it turned him on, I let go
and really enjoyed it.

His favorite thing was for me to call him a faggot and to intimidate him
with threats of violence, all the while using him roughly.  It only worked
for me if he'd resist every once in a while, showing some spirit and sense
of self, talking back.  Kind of the opposite of what made it exciting for
him, but he agreed to play by my rules, and so we both got what we wanted.

I offered Scotty to Ben for some fun, but he wasn't attracted to the boy,
surprising me.  Ben said that Scotty looked too old and was too hairy.  I
had to laugh, because Ben and I had such different tastes.

His dream was to be surrounded by hairless, clean, little tykes, while mine
was to rough house with a crowd of hairy, smelly, adolescent bad boys.

A few months after the babies were born, we had one of our wilder parties.
The crowd was nearly equally divided between teenagers and `tweens, with
more mixing between the two age groups than ever.

I had gone outside to take a piss because there was a line for the
bathroom, and when I came back inside, I encountered one of the hottest
groupings I had ever seen at any of our parties.

One of our regular high school bitches, an 18-year old Senior named Dana,
drunk and drugged to the max, lay flat on her back on the floor in the
living room, nearly unconscious.

Six young boys, probably 11 to 13-years old, kneeled around her.  Four of
the boys each held down her arms and legs, while a fifth boy kneeled at her
head.  The sixth kid was between her legs maniacally fucking her.

I settled in on a mattress right beside them to watch the lewd display,
smacking my hard cock in my palm a few times just to announce my presence.
They ignored me, their focus completely centered on the fun they were
having.

All the boys were half-drunk and fully-high, but not as out of it as Dana,
who, it appeared, was about to get gang-banged.

She looked damned sexy, sweaty, used and disheveled, held down and
stretched out on the floor with her knees hiked up and her legs spread wide
open.

The kid at her head didn't really know what to do, so he amused himself by
kissing her slack mouth and slapping his cock on her forehead or wrapping
her hair around his dick like a jack-off sleeve.

But it was the boy fucking her who was the real star of the show.

He couldn't have been more than 12 or 13-years old, but he already had a
dense fringe of pubes around his prick.  Twin ribbons of dark fuzz lined
his ass crack.  A skinny kid, with big feet and hands, scabbed knobby
knees, a mop of messy brown hair, and braces on his teeth.  He wasn't
particularly cute, but to me in that moment he was singularly beautiful
because he represented all boys.

Clearly lost in a wild fuck-frenzy, the boy made odd, deranged faces while
he grunted and growled, sighing and keening in a high-pitched voice.  His
face betrayed the primal impulses roiling through his fevered brain as his
scrawny body reveled in acting them out.

The four boys holding down Dana's wrists and ankles were mesmerized by the
exhibition their buddy was putting on.

The two kids holding her wrists used their unoccupied hands to maul and
grope her tits, jiggling from the forceful fuck the boy was giving her,
thrilled to be able to do whatever they wanted to her without any scolds
telling them not to.  Their developing cocks were stiff and wet, and I
imagined how sweet they'd taste and feel in my mouth.

The boys holding her ankles kept craning their necks, trying to get a
glimpse of their buddy's cock plunge in and out of the sloppy cunt while
they masturbated like monkeys with their free hands.

"Fuck her good, boy," I growled, adding my man's voice to their childish
tones.  "Get that fuckin' whore pregnant!

The boys glanced at me and giggled mindlessly, harshly, their eyes flaring
in nasty glee.

One of them laughed out, "Yeah, get her pregnant, Danny, make a baby!"
That made them all cackle like imps.

Danny thrust harder into the steamy cunt, then suddenly pulled out fast and
aimed his hard cock at her asshole.  Grunting and nearly whimpering, he
shoved in hard.  Dana moaned and spasmed and furrowed her brow but was
otherwise too fucked-up to complain about her ass getting raped.

The boy bucked into her hard for a dozen thrusts or less, then pulled out
and rammed his prick up her cunt again.  Another dozen thrusts, then out of
her cunt and back up her ass.  Danny repeated this action over and over
until he was nearly convulsing with the need to cum.

The first time he did it, I chuckled and said, "Ohhh, dude, she's gonna get
a raging UTI!"

One of the boys looked up and me and asked, "What's a UTI?"

"Urinary tract infection, bro," I answered.

The boy just stared at me, then shrugged and turned his gaze back to the
action.  I doubted that he even knew what a urinary tract infection was.

As Danny went back and forth between fucking her pussy and fucking her ass,
he got ever more amped-up and unhinged.

From where I sat watching, I could easily reach him with my bare feet, so I
poked his bucking ass with my toes.

Danny turned his head to see what had disturbed his singular new reality,
and when we made eye contact, I could tell that he wasn't really there.
His spirit was somewhere else, wallowing in sex thrills, filling him up
with furious lust.  His expression was feral, almost crazy.  My cock
throbbed.

This somewhat homely kid appeared beautiful to me because of what he
symbolized -- the incredible intoxication of indulging in sex at a young
age, the new urge to hunt and fuck, the predatory aspects of male sexuality
being expressed by a young boy not expected to know such pleasures yet.

Boys in our culture have it drummed into their heads from an early age that
their sex instincts and urges are somehow existentially dangerous or
inappropriate and have to be kept in check.

Adults tsk-tsk and constantly imply that boys can't control themselves and
should abstain from sex entirely until they get older and more considerate.

Why?

Why not tell them the opposite?

Why not encourage them to experience sex whenever they can, to spill their
seed over the world, to impregnate without discretion, as early and as
often as they want?

"No means no" is great and all, but every so often boys need to be able to
act on their primal sex urges without worry or forethought and take what
they want without asking.  It's natural and beautiful.

That's why I always kept a huge stash of Rohypnol on hand for the guys.
I'd happily supply the tablets to boys I thought or knew would use them.  I
especially liked doling them out to the `tweens, boys between, say, nine
and 12-years old.

I'd give the kids some pointers on how best to trick a bitch to take one,
what to expect, how long you could safely play around, stuff they'd need to
know.  But the basic message I gave was `never miss out when an opportunity
presents itself'.

Anyway, I made a mental note to make sure that Danny left our place with a
pocketful of roofies.

In my imagination, Danny was the leader of this group of boys.  After
school, they would roam in a pack, prowling the neighborhoods or parks or
playgrounds for bitches, stalking one until they could make their move and
pounce.

I could see them luring, or following, or chasing her into a secluded spot
and then jumping her, taking turns wetting their young cocks in each
other's cum collecting in her cunt.

I thought about all this as I continued watching Danny fuck his way to
orgasm.  His increasing grunts and squeals got me off the mattress, and I
stood over them with my legs spread, jerking my aching cock and racing to
my own big finish.

I was facing Danny, looking down at him as he got ready to nut.  He was
still in a frenzy, alternating between fucking Dana's cunt and asshole.
When he threw his head back in ecstasy, I saw that saliva was beginning to
drool from the corner of his gaping mouth, the braces on his teeth glinting
in the lamplight.

"You gonna cum in her ass or her pussy, boy?" I barked at him.  "Shoot in
her cunt, bro, make her have your baby."

"Ahhh, fuck yeah..." the boy groaned.  "Fuckin' slut, take my dick,
bitch...gonna make you have my babies!"

It was exciting to hear him talk like that.  Boys spewing foul-mouthed,
mean, degrading shit-talk has always excited me.  He looked good, too,
almost ugly and half-deranged.  I was going wild looking at him have his
fun, egging him on to filthier, ever-nastier thoughts and deeds.

"I'm gonna cum all over you guys, all over you while you fuck her, all over
this fuckin' wasted bitch..." I babbled, jacking my cock harder and faster,
eyes glued on Danny fucking like a devil, on Dana's cunt, now raw and wet.

The kid started panting like a dog, face flushing red, sweat dripping from
his brow, trickling down his back, streaming from his silky pits.

I turned my body around so the other boys would see my hairy nakedness, my
thick, engorged cock and balls bouncing madly as I picked up my pace.

They were pounding away at their own stiff dicks, all of us racing towards
orgasm now, and when they stared at me in wide-eyed wonder it brought me to
the very edge.

"Fuck yeah, li'l bros, look at my big fuckin' dick!  Look at my fuckin'
balls full of hot babies!  Yeah, dudes, jerk those fuckin' sweet dicks,
shoot your cum all over her," I coached, turning myself around to face
Danny again.

"C'mon, Danny, fuckin' get her pregnant!" I shouted, then started
mindlessly chanting "preg-nant, preg-nant, preg-nant", a chant the other
boys took up as well.

In seconds, the room echoed with reedy voices rising in volume, until they
were screaming "preg-nant!" as loud as they could.

Danny gave a great roaring cry and stiffened his body.  I knew that inside
that pussy his sperm was starting its race to the prize.

As he bucked his hips, shooting his load, I shouted out and unleashed what
looked and felt like fire hose blasts of strong-smelling semen.

The first gusher flew out like tracer bullets and slammed right between
Danny's eyes, covering his nose and mouth.  I gasped from the sensation of
releasing my load and the fleeting image of the boy's face smothered in
sperm.

Spinning quickly to face the boys holding down Dana's arms, the second
sizzling rope of jizz made a huge arc before splattering and sprinkling
their faces and shoulders.

I continued my circle, unleashing a third blast that splashed the boys
holding down her feet, before shooting the rest of my load wild, though
most of it landed on Dana's belly and crotch.

Drained and wobbly, I sat down and straddled her, facing Danny, who had
uncunted and leaned back on his haunches, gingerly swiping at the cum
dripping off his face.

"Why'd you cum on my face, dude?" he asked, sounding offended and grossed
out.

I laughed at him.  "I told you I was gonna cum on you guys," I said.
"Maybe you didn't hear me."

"I didn't hear you say shit," he snapped back.

"Huh," I grunted.

Danny kept trying to wipe my cum off his face, so I offered to help.

"Hey, lean forward and I'll help you clean up, bro."

Looking skeptical, he leaned slightly forward, just enough for me to be
able to reach out and swipe up a great streak of cum on two fingers.

I inhaled the seedy reek of sperm on my fingers and then reached down and
worked them into Dana's pussy, wiping them off inside her.

Danny grinned, and I smiled back at him, wiping up more cum from her
stomach and thighs, then putting in in her again.

"Stick your dick in and work it up inside her," I said softly.

He stared at me in shock for a moment, then cracked a lop-sided grin and
did as I said.

After a half-dozen slow, deep thrusts, he pulled out and leaned back again.

"Nice.  But you gotta go deeper, rougher, to really get it up there," I
said.  "Here, move outta the way, I'll show you."

Danny scrambled to the side as I got into position between her legs.  I
scooped up all the rest of the cum left on his face and neck and slid my
cummy fingers inside her cunt, then jacked my dick a few times to get it
back to full hardness.

I made a big show out of aiming my cock at her pussy, just barely starting
to enter her with extreme delicacy and care.  Danny leaned his face in
closer to get a better look.  The second he could see everything clearly I
rammed my cock into the bitch's cunt as fast and brutally hard as I could.

Dana skidded about a foot forward on the floor.  She moaned loudly, but
just once.

"See?  Like that," I said, and then stated to thunder-fuck her.

Knowing the boys were watching every move I made on her, knowing that Danny
had a perfect, up-close view of my hairy, bucking ass, I really pumped the
gas and gave her one of the most brutal, barbaric fucks I had ever
performed.  It felt glorious, victorious, godlike.

Even though I had cum just minutes before, in no time at all I was
bellowing and shooting another load deep inside her.  When my balls were
completely drained, I collapsed heavily on top of her, drenching her entire
body in my potent sweat.

Uncunting, I moved to sit next to Danny.  He scooted over and made room for
me as if it were an honor to have me sit next to him.  My performance had
clearly branded a fiery impression on his developing mind.

The other boys still sat where they were, staring and smiling at me like
their new hero.

"Come on, guys, take your turn!  Don't wait too long or she'll start
coming-to.  Go on, you don't wanna miss out!"  I said, laughing.

They moved as a group, snickering and babbling in their childish voices,
eager to take their turn at this new and exciting game of sex.

Now I had a chance to spend some time with Danny.

"Dude, that was awesome," I began.  Ambiguous statements work best on kids
when you start working on them.

"Yeah," he said, half-smiling at me.  "Hell yeah."  I could tell he didn't
know if I was referring to his fuck, or mine.  It got him just a little
off-balance.

"I'm J.J., by the way.  This is my place, me and my brother's."

"Who's your brother?" he asked bluntly.

"Sam.  Sam Shaw.  You know him?"

"Nick's bro?  Hell yeah, I know him.  Well, I know who he is, I mean.  I
know Nick.  From baseball."

"Oh, OK."

"Wait, you're Nick's brother?  I thought he only had one.  How old are
you?"

I chuckled, and said, "21.  Old enough to buy."

He laughed.  "You don't look that old.  Bet you still get carded all the
time."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"13.  My birthday was last weekend."

"Nice.  Hey, happy birthday, dude!" I said, and high-fived him.  He laughed
with me.

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the other boys, followed by a lot
of dirty talk as one boy pulled out of Dana and another took his place.

"Fill `er up, guys, get that bitch pregnant!" I shouted at them.

They laughed as a group and chanted "preg-nant!" a half-dozen times before
quieting down and getting back to work fucking pussy.

"She's gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow," I said to Danny.

"Why?" he asked.  So naive.

"She's gonna be sore as hell from all the hard fucks she's gettin', bro,
that's why!" I answered, laughing at his innocent ignorance.

"Oh.  Yeah.  I thought you were gonna kill her you fucked her so hard.
Damn, dude, that was awesome," he said enviously.

"Dude, YOU were incredible, the stuff you were doing!  That was a Genius
Fuck.  How long have you been fucking, anyway?" I asked him, truly curious
to know.

He snickered and blushed, looking away from me.

"Uhm, well...yeah, that was my first time," he quietly replied.

"No way!"  I was genuinely surprised.  "For reals?"

"Yep," he answered, looking a bit sheepish.

"Damn, dude, how'd you learn to fuck like that?  Who showed you?"

"Nobody, I've just been watching porn since I was born."

That made me laugh.  "You watched porn as a baby?"

Danny laughed, too.

"You know what I mean.  Since I was just a little kid, like 5 or 6," he
said.  "My older brother let me watch with him whenever our parents weren't
home."

"Cool bro.  Nice."

"Yeah, Craig's super cool.  He's at college now."  He sounded a little sad.

"Brothers are awesome.  I totally love my brothers, both of `em.  Is that
how you guys are?"

He snickered.  "Yeah, I guess.  I mean, we're not all gay about it or
anything!"

I laughed along with him, enjoying feeling him out.

The bowl of joints on the coffee table caught my eye, so I plucked out two,
gave one to Danny, and lit us up.  I was curious to see if he was a stoner.

I couldn't help staring at his lips wrapped around the joint.  Plump and
moist, I wondered what they'd feel like slowly enveloping my cock head.
The image in my brain was lewd enough to make my cock pump out a stream of
precum.

He inhaled deeply, held it in a long time, and slowly exhaled, very little
smoke escaping.  He knew how to smoke out.

"When'd you start smoking weed?" I asked.

"I dunno, around six, I guess," he answered, sucking in another chest-full
of smoke.

I chuckled and bumped his shoulder with mine.  Skin contact; another spurt
of precum.

"Your bro get you high?"

"Yep," he answered, licking the side of the joint where the paper was
loosening.

"Good boy," I said.

He gave me a quick wink and a crooked grin.  Fucking adorable and so
incredibly hot.  This kid was treasure.

I hadn't wiped my cock off yet, and neither had Danny.  So, I reached for
the closest box of disinfectant baby wipes and pulled a couple out for
myself.

Handing the box to Danny, he took it unenthusiastically, but watched every
move I made and copied me.

"Always clean your dick off after fucking, bro, especially when you fuck
ass.  Pussy stinks on your dick after a while, so it's important to clean
that off, too."

"OK," was all he said.

The other boys fucked liked rabbits, and the kid taking sloppy sevenths was
midway through his turn.  Dana looked amazingly trashy and sluttish, so I
grabbed my phone and took a bunch of photos of the boys using her.  Of
course, they all wanted copies.

When everyone was done fucking Dana, we sat in a loose circle off to the
side, abandoning her in the middle of the floor.  A bunch of smutty-minded
schoolboys egged-on by me, we all snickered at how she looked,

We were pretty wasted still, but I wanted to get them even more fucked-up.
I could see a half-full bottle of whiskey under the sofa, so I reached
around until I could grab it and drag it out.

Opening it and taking a swig, then passing it to Danny, I said, "You guys
take some Molly when you got here?"

Danny was the only one of the group who had taken any, and that only a very
small amount.

When I offered them some, they declined, all of them still heavily
influenced by what they were taught in school about drugs.  I didn't press
them, because it was actually kind of cute.

But Danny was willing to take more risks and try new things.  I think
that's why the other boys followed him.

One of the kids, a very cute 11-year old named Stan, announced, "But we all
had a couple of beers and took a couple puffs of marijuana!"

The boys all nodded, as they eyed the whisky bottle making its way to them.

"Well, then it's time to get you guys wasted, dudes!  You're at a fuckin'
party, right?  Chug some whisky while I fill the bong and then we'll smoke
out.  You'll be buzzed and primed for more pussy.  And there's lots to
choose from," I said.  "Be sure to check out the bedrooms, lots of wild
shit happens in there."

Once the bottle and bong had gone `round the circle twice, the kids were
more talkative and forthcoming.  Me, too, for that matter,

"So, was that the first time fucking for all of you?" I asked them
collectively.

Nods and murmurs of `yes', followed by giggling.

"Did you like it, was it good?"

Bigger nods and louder yelps of "yes", this time followed by nasty
snickering.

"It was awesome, but I think it would have been more fun if she'd been
awake.  So she could make noise and thrash around and stuff," one of the
boys said.

A noisy chorus of commentary followed.  Most of the boys agreed it would
have been more fun if Dana had been conscious, but the dissenters thought
otherwise.

One of them responded, "Yeah, but then we probably couldn't have done
whatever we wanted.  This way we didn't have to stop doing anything."

The others saw the wisdom of this argument, and the debate continued for a
brief while until I interrupted it.

"Any of you ever fuck around with each other or other guys?" I asked.

They reacted like I had turned a hose on them.  Squeals of dismay, yelps of
protest, followed by uncomfortable nervous laughter.

"Dude, that's gay!" one of them shouted.

All of them loudly agreed with the boy.

I laughed at their homophobia and leaned in to wise them up.

"Look, most of the dudes here felt that way at first.  But guys messing
around with each other doesn't really mean they're gay, unless they already
are gay, know what I mean?  You can fuck around with guys and still be
straight, no problem.  It's just sex, right?  It's not like you're falling
in love with the dude or something, in fact it doesn't have anything to do
with love, it's just getting off and shooting a load.  And if you rule out
sex with dudes, then you're cutting your chances for fun by 50%," I said.

They listened to me, but I knew it would take a while to make the sale.

"Maybe," one boy said.

"I'm not gay, I'm not sucking dick," said another.

"You wanna suck mine though.  Remember you told me?" a third boy joked.

We all laughed.

Danny had been staring at me and now said, "Have you fucked a dude before?"

The boys went silent, waiting for my answer.

"Hell yeah, of course," I laughed.  "I'll fuck anything, bros or bitches,
so long as it feels good on my dick."

I could feel their energy spike, like a surge of electricity, riding the
wave of their nervous giggling.

"You ever suck a dick?" asked Stan.

"Sure," I said.  "Lotsa times."

The kids snickered.

"Prove it," said another boy.

"Yeah, dude, let's see you do it," said Danny.

This was turning out perfectly, with very little effort on my part.

I surveyed them all, and then shrugged.

"Who wants a blow job?" I asked.

All of them shifted their bodies a bit and glanced nervously at each other.
It was so obvious that they all wanted to volunteer but were too shy and
worried what the others would think if they did.  It was almost comical to
see.

I motioned Danny over, and he sprang up as if he expected my summons,
grinning like a monkey.  The other boys murmured their approval, peppered
with a few snide remarks.  Danny paid no attention to them, and they
quickly quieted down.

He stood in front of me, and I positioned us in profile so the boys would
have a better view of me sucking their buddy's dick.

I got on my knees before him and ran my hands up and down his scrawny body,
then gently clasped his ass and pulled him in closer to me, so close that I
could smell his nervous sweat, could bite his nipples before tracing a line
with the tip of my tongue down to his silky pubes.

I took his stiff prick in my fist and slowly jacked him off until his knees
started to buckle.  When I rapidly flicked the tip of it with my tongue he
moaned loudly and clamped his hand on the back of my head, urging me to
take more of his cock in my mouth.

But I resisted, knowing how fast young boys spurt when they're horny.  I
wanted to take my time getting him off, teasing and tormenting his cock
until he could barely tolerate it any longer, frantic to cum.

I backed off his dick and looked up into his face.  He was staring at me,
rapt and nearly breathless with excitement.

Softly, almost imperceptibly, he said, "C'mon, dude, suck it.  Please..."

I brought my face down to his crotch again and blew a light stream of air
up and down his shaft, then under his balls, making him moan again.

Finally, due more to my hunger for his cock than his need, I wrapped my
lips around it and slowly lowered my head until I had it all down my
throat.  Increasing the pressure of my lip-lock, I started bobbing my head
up and down on his throbbing prick.

Glancing up to see his expression, I saw that Danny had clasped his hands
behind his head and was looking down at me.  He began bucking his hips
slowly as he got used to the rhythms of cock-sucking.

He reached for the baby wipes and handed the box to the boys, saying
quietly, "Clean your junk off."

As I continued blowing him, I watched the kids wipe their cocks and balls
and then toss the used sheets aside.  They kept exchanging looks with one
another and smiling sneakily.

Danny lowered his arms and clamped my head in one hand, placing his other
hand on his hip.

I took a break from devouring his cock and ducked under to suckle his nuts.
He gasped from the sensation, which made me even hornier, so I went even
farther and tickled his asshole with my tongue.  He nearly leapt out of his
skin and then laughed like a hyena.

"Ohhh, fuck, dude!  He licked my asshole!" he squealed at his buddies.

A chorus of "eww!" filled my head, but it was immediately followed by
excited, dirty-minded snickering.

Coming back to Danny's pulsing cock, I was determined to make him cum now.
Using every technique I knew, I gave him some of the finest head he would
ever get, and in seconds I brought him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, dude, oh fuck I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" he barked,
attempting to pull out so I wouldn't have to swallow his sperm.  Silly kid.

Just as I felt his balls tighten and his cock swell, l slid a finger up his
asshole as he started to shoot.

I was expecting only a small amount of cum since he was so young, but
surprisingly I had to swallow three times before he stopped spurting.  His
cum was sweet and seedy, of very recent vintage.

Pulling my finger out of his ass, he went up on his toes from the sudden
evacuation, then slapped me all over my face with his slimy, bloated cock.

The other boys had formed a tight circle around us while they watched, and
now they chattered like a bunch of wild monkeys, asking Danny if it felt
good, high-fiving him for cumming in my mouth, stuff like that.

As I moved to stand up, Danny forcefully placed his hand on my shoulder and
pressed me back to the floor.

"Uh-uh, dude.  Now you gotta blow my bros," he drawled, one of the boys
already standing before me and sticking his little cock in my mouth.

I couldn't believe it.  These little shits were trying to gang-bang my
mouth, using me like they had just used the passed-out bitch on the floor.

My libido sky-rocketed, and I sucked those boy-dicks in rapid succession.
Only four of them could cum, but it was enough to satisfy me.  All too
soon, there were no more to devour.

Sitting in our loose circle again, I grabbed my pack of smokes and lit one.
The kids were still staring at me in awe, so I passed the pack to my right
and each of them took a cigarette from it.  I passed my lighter around and
soon we were all smoking.  Lots of coughing from the younger boys, but
Danny and one of the others smoked like pros.

"You guys know what roofies are?" I asked them as a group.

"I do!" one of them chirped.  "It's the date rape drug."

"Right," I said.

Another boy spoke up.

"They're bad, though.  You shouldn't use them," he said, glancing around
the circle to see what his buddies thought.

No one said anything, beyond a soft murmuring.

"Why `bad'?" Danny asked the kid.

"Well, I guess...  I dunno.  I guess cuz they pass out, it's like raping
them," he answered.

I laughed, and the boy looked at me sheepishly.

"Dudes, what do you think you just did to her?" I said, gesturing towards
Dana on the floor.  "She's passed-out and you fucked her, right?  You all
raped her.  Technically."

They looked at me in vague panic.  Faces started blushing and heads started
drooping.  All of them had a hang-dog look in their eyes.

I let them stew for a few seconds, charmed by how easy it was to influence
them.

Stan, the cute 11-year old, glanced around the circle and softly said,
"Duuuudes...we raped her," his voice heavy with guilt.

Absolute silence greeted his words.

Another lad repeated the verdict.

"We raped her..."

More silence.

But then, slowly, shyly, smiles started to suddenly appear on their faces,
joyful, thrilled, surprised.  Then one by one they started to giggle.

"We raped her!" Danny barked.

Loud laughter; high-fives.

Followed by a rising, triumphant chorus of "We raped her, we're rapists!"

Once they'd settled down, I got up and told them not to go anywhere, I had
a surprise for them.

I went into our bedroom and hauled out my stash of roofies and a bunch of
empty envelopes, then came back into the living room and took my spot
again.

The kids were curious and tightened the circle, bringing us all closer.  I
could smell their sweaty little bodies as I opened the big jar.

"Roofies," I announced.  "If I give you guys some, you'll use them, right?"

A loud chorus of "hell yeah"s.

I gave each boy a dozen tablets in an envelope and then told them to keep
it secret and to think before using them.

I gave Danny double the amount when the kids were focused elsewhere.

As the boys talked about what they'd experienced that night, I got up and
filled a bunch of red plastic cups with beer, then brought them back to the
circle.

"Let's make a toast, bros.  I hereby dub you guys the Wolf Pack.  My Wolf
Pack.  Cheers!"

As we toasted and drank up, I kept an eye on Danny, watching him guzzle his
beer, along with the roofie I had dissolved in it.