Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2020 15:26:21 +0100 (CET) From: Teta Veleta Subject: A Boy for My Birthday (Gay/Adult-Youth) This story is, sadly, fiction, and that's all the disclaimer you're gonna get lol. It's my first story, I hope some of you pervs out there like it. Emails absolutely welcome at tetaveleta@tutanota.com. I'd love to talk - comments on the story, fantasies, anything - with any like-minded guys out there. If you don't hear back for a while, sorry! I'm not ignoring you, I'll do my best to get back as soon as I can, but life, you know? ------------------------- A Boy for My Birthday "Happy birthday, baby," said my boyfriend, and he leaned in for a long, deep kiss. When we finally pulled apart I started to say, "OK, Adam, now what is this big surprise that you--" but he cut me off with a finger over my lips. Without a word, with a mischievous smile, he turned the knob and opened our bedroom door. As it swung open, revealing what was inside, I gasped in shock. "This... this is my present?" I whispered. "All for you, baby," he said, kissing me softly on the cheek. Seeing that I was paralyzed he put his arm around my shoulders and led me into our bedroom. Sitting on the edge of our bed with his legs dangling over the side, not reaching the floor, was a little blond boy, smiling at me. "Hi," he said, in a soft, sexy high-pitched voice. "You must be Ian." "Uhhhh.... hi," I managed to croak out of my suddenly dry mouth. "I'm Ian. Holy shit." I stood staring at the beautiful child sitting on my bed -- the bed I share with my hot boyfriend, the bed he's fucked me on more times than I could count -- and then shook my head in disbelief. Turning to Adam, I stuttered, "You... how....." but he silenced me again with a finger to my lips. "Sshhh, baby. Don't worry about how right now. Just enjoy your present." He must have seen that I was paralyzed again, because he nudged me and said, "Go on, sit with him." Only half knowing what I was doing I shuffled over to the bed and slowly, gingerly, as if not to disturb him, sat down next to the boy, instinctively leaving over a foot of space between us. "Uuhhh, how..... how are you?" I said, weakly. The boy giggled, his nose wrinkling adorably, and for whatever reason it was that that made my cock, if not yet the rest of me, recover from its shock, as I could feel it rapidly lengthening inside my pants. "I'm good," the little boy said, and giggled again. "You're cute." Amazingly I could feel myself blushing. "Oh wow," I said. "I've never.... No, you're cute, you're......" I trailed off, the paralysis coming back. Once again, my perfect boyfriend came to the rescue, as his voice came from the chair in the corner where he was now sitting. "Ian, ask him what his name is," he said, as if I was the young child here, needing to be reminded of the social graces. "Oh yeah, right," I said, grateful for the assistance. "Uh, what's your name?" The boy smiled. "Josh," he said. "Oh cool," I said for some reason. "Hi Josh, I'm Ian. But you already.... It's nice to meet you," I finished lamely. Adam's voice came from the corner again, lower this time. "Ask him how old he is." I could feel my heart skip a beat. "How old are you, Josh?" I managed to whisper. Despite my efforts to breathe normally, I held my breath. "I'm eight," Josh said. My breath came out of me in a rush. "Holy shit," I said. "Holy shit. Eight years old. Eight years old." "I'm in third grade," the boy volunteered helpfully. "Third grade," I breathed. "Third grade, and you... You're eight years old, and you......." "I fuck," the child said. Then he smiled. "Actually, I GET fucked," he corrected himself. "Oh jesus christ," I groaned, staring at the innocent-looking blond little boy who had just made this totally obscene statement. I heard Adam clear his throat and I tore my gaze away from the little angel to glance over at him. "Joshie," he said, "why don't you go sit on Ian's lap?" Josh did as he as told, clambering boyishly across the bed towards me and sitting himself down on one of my thighs. I instinctively wrapped my arm around him for support, and as I felt his small frame in my arm, his little shoulder through his thin t-shirt under my hand, it all suddenly became real to me. The words "An eight-year-old boy is sitting in my lap, an eight-year-old boy is sitting in my lap" began running through my head on an endless loop. I leaned in and kissed the boy on his forehead. Running my fingers through his blond hair -- soft and fine in that sexy little boy way -- I said, "How long....." then trailed off, still just slightly too unsure of the situation to be able to finish the question. Luckily little Josh knew what I was trying to ask. "My daddy got me started on blowjobs on my first day of kindergarten. He first shoved his hard cock into my ass on my sixth birthday, and he started sharing me with other men when I turned seven." "Holy fuck!" I said, rubbing his skinny little back now, feeling his warmth through his shirt. "Kindergarten...... Your own dad..... Wow. Wow." Suddenly taking the initiative, the child turned his sweet little face up to me and asked, "Do you want to kiss me?" His high, clear voice sounded almost hopeful. "God yes I want to kiss you, sexy boy," I said, and ran one hand over his cheek, taking in its soft, hairless smoothness, while moving my other hand up to hold him by the back of the neck, shuddering at the erotic feeling of the immature, downy hairs I found there. I leaned in, bending my neck to bring my head down to meet the child's, and brushed my lips, just gently, against his. Feeling how tiny they were against mine made my confined cock throb in perverted pedo arousal, and, holding the child's head in place, I pushed our lips together more firmly, soon opening mine slightly to allow my tongue to slip out and begin to explore those little lips. As I traced the tip of my tongue over them, a voice in my head still screaming "Eight years old! Third grade!", I felt the child's breath get ragged as he released it against my face. God, I thought, I'm making the little boy feel good. His lips parted and I felt his tiny tongue emerge to meet mine, and now it was my breath that grew ragged. I ran my tongue around his and then pushed it back into his mouth, following it with my own, and I began to explore the inside of the willing child's little mouth with my larger adult tongue. As I ran my tongue over his teeth I realized they must be baby teeth, they were so small, except for the disproportionately large upper front teeth that had probably only recently come in. I probed and confirmed that he otherwise had a full set. I could feel a wet spot form in my pants as my cock responded to the reminder of just how young this little boy was. I still had one hand on Josh's prepubescent cheek. After one more stroke of that unbelievable smoothness I began to move downwards as we continued to kiss, soon stopping to marvel at the soft vulnerability of his young throat. I lingered with my adult hand wrapped lightly around the small throat long enough to feel the boy swallow, noting with pleasure the total lack of development of the adam's apple, and then moved further down, caressing his impossibly narrow chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, then down to his little tummy, taut, with only the slightest touch of baby fat and no muscular development whatsoever. I rested my open palm on it, enjoying feeling it push out and pull in with each of the boy's uneven breaths. Grabbing the bottom of the t-shirt, I broke the kiss. Before I could make a move, Josh giggled and said, "Time to unwrap your present?" "Oh yeah, sexy," I said to the child in my lap. "Let's see what's inside." He raised his hands over his head and I yanked his shirt up and off, tossing it aside without looking where it went. I looked down at the beautiful prepubescent boy in my lap, his little torso now revealed to me. I put my arms around him again, feeling the soft skin of his small body below the neck for the first time. We kissed again, my hands exploring his bare back and his naked chest, sliding over his little ribs down to the tender exposed flesh of his tummy. With a growl, half playful, half unconstrained pedo lust, I wrapped my arms tight around him and stood up, easily hoisting the half-naked small child, squealing in boyish delight, into the air. Just as easily I threw his light little body onto the bed, where he landed on his back, grinning up at me. I threw myself down on top of him, covering his tiny body with my much larger one, my mind reeling with excitement at the size difference. With our heads aligned as we kissed again, I could feel his still-clothed crotch pressing up against my upper stomach. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and erotic far beyond how I'd always imagined it could be in my most depraved pedo fantasies. I began to make my way down Josh's underage body, licking his neck (fuck, I just licked an eight year old's neck, I thought wildly), kissing a collarbone, then pulling back enough to take in the sexy sight of one tiny, pale nipple before covering it with my mouth and teasing it with my tongue and, ever so gently, my teeth, feeling it harden, his lithe little body twisting under my restraining weight as the little boy writhed in the sensual pleasure I was giving him. I made sure to move over and give the other nipple the same treatment before kissing my way down his sternum to his impossibly soft, vulnerable stomach. I caressed it with my mouth and hands, feeling it quiver under me. Then finally I reached the waistband of his pants, the boundary between naked boy and clothed boy. Not for long, though. I looked up at Josh's face and found his beautiful big blue eyes gazing back at me, glazed over from the sensations I was creating in his forbidden little body. "Unwrap your present, Ian," he said. I fumbled with the button of his jeans for a second before I realized it wasn't a button, it was a snap. Because it was a very young child I was undressing in my bed. The snap popped open and, my hands shaking, I unzipped his fly slowly. I got up on my knees and took a moment to survey the nasty tableau before me. Little Joshie was sprawled out on my bed, his skinny arms over his head, opening up his sexy hairless armpits to my perverted gaze, his little eight-year-old body naked from the waist up, fly wide open, revealing just a glimpse of underwear with some colorful image I couldn't quite make out yet on them. His jeans were already beginning to ride lower on his slender hips as the slight but sensual, sinuous movements of a prepubescent boy engaging in sex play with a man he'd only just met pushed them down. I was suddenly curious. "Does your father know you're here?" Josh giggled again. "Kinda." I raised one eyebrow. "He 'kinda' knows you're here?" "He doesn't know who I'm with -- he doesn't know your name or who you are. And he doesn't have any idea where we are. But he knows I'm with another man." "Fuck," I whispered. "You mean your daddy lets you go off to have sex with strange men without knowing anything about them or even where you are?" "Uh-huh. He likes it that way." I let out an approving whistle. "That's so fucked up. What a twisted dad." Little Joshie just smiled. I took the opportunity to tear my own shirt off and toss it aside, exposing my mature chest to eight-year-old Josh lying under me, then moved down and began to pull his little jeans off his legs. When I had the waistband down around his thighs I saw that Josh was wearing Spiderman cartoon underpants, and the childishness of it only heightened my sexual excitement. I kept pulling his pants down, watching as more and more of the smooth, hairless flesh of his slender legs was revealed to my hungry eyes. Finally the pants were off entirely and I tossed them aside to join his and my shirts in the growing pile of men's and boy's clothing on my bedroom floor. Now the little eight-year-old slut was lying on my bed -- my own bed -- in nothing but a little pair of tightie whities with images of Spiderman all over them. And I couldn't help but notice that the little web covering the crotch was tented slightly but obscenely in a way that that it surely wasn't designed to be. (Or was it?) I kneeled at the foot of the bed, towering over the child, and just stared, taking a minute to revel in his beauty, and in the sheer twisted perversity of the whole situation. I've been a pedo my whole life but I never imagined that I would ever have the chance to actually have sex with a child -- and now my dreams were coming true, thanks to my wonderful boyfriend, the love of my life... who's managed to make this happen just for me -- somehow -- despite the fact that he's not even a pedophile himself. I tore my gaze away from the nearly-naked boy slut on the bed below me and looked over at Adam, still sitting in the chair watching his adult lover finally play out his long-held child molesting fantasies in real life. With tears in my eyes I tried to say "Thank you" but nothing came out. As always, though, he knew what I was trying to say. "You're welcome, baby," he said, smiling at me lovingly. "Now go for it. Molest the fuck out of this kid." Without knowing I was doing it I heard another growl come out of me, and I threw myself down on the bed, once more covering my willing victim with my much larger body, pinning him down with my full weight. This time feeling his eight-year-old body against mine, skin on skin. I kissed him viciously for a moment, my hands feeling up the immature flesh of the child pinned under me, then quickly pulled away and moved down along his small frame until I was face to face with his web-covered crotch. I don't know why this specifically, but for years I've wondered, if I ever had the chance to actually molest a little boy, would I feel up his tiny prepubescent hard- on through his underwear first, or would I tear them off right away, so that my first sexual contact with the little penis of a boy child would be direct, the skin of my hands caressing the skin of his little dick? As it turns out, in the moment I didn't even think about it -- though a lifetime of taboos and self-denial did make me hesitate for a moment, even as those same taboos, and the sudden end of denying myself the pleasure of breaking them, also drove me further into the depths of depraved pedo lust. Lust overcame hesitation and I hooked my trembling but resolute fingers into the waistband of Josh's childish superhero underpants -- marveling in the back of my mind at the feeling of the soft, thin flesh over his protruding hipbones -- and in one tug yanked them halfway down his thighs. One of the many things that always amazes me in the many, many kiddie porn videos I've enthusiastically jerked off to over the years is the peculiar hardness of prepubescent erections. It's not only that their little stiffies are stiffer than older men's and even those of boys who've reached adolescence -- though that is surprising (since the tykes supposedly have no sex drive yet) even while it makes sense (the tinier the penis, the less chance for weakness in the erection). It's more that they have a whole different KIND of hardness. There have been times, lots of times, when I've watched a fortuitous shot of a little hairless hard-on sliding out of the lips of a man, or another boy, over and over again, sometimes for hours on end, transfixed by the special way the little stiffie springs back to its natural standing position, like a tightly-wound spring you've just flicked with your fingernail. I've never quite been able to describe it but it's one of the most beautiful sights on this earth to me. Anyway, I say all that to give you some idea of how overwhelming it was for me when I pulled little Joshie's underpants down, freeing his hairless little prick from its confinement, and saw that very beautiful sight in real life, mere inches away from my ravenous pedo eyes. The little boy hard-on, almost exactly the same length and breadth as one of my pinkie fingers, pulled down momentarily by the waistband of the descending Spiderman underpants, snapped back to attention, vibrating rigidly for a moment as it resumed its upright position. The groan that came out of me at the sight of that came from somewhere so deep inside that I don't think I even knew it existed until that moment. I pulled the underpants down lower, Josh assisting me with an eager little shimmy of his sexy hips and legs, and then they were off, tossed aside, and there was a fully naked eight-year-old boy body on full, obscenely sensual display, lying before me on my very own bed. Finally throwing all hesitation and doubt to the wind, I lowered my face to his hairless crotch and licked up from the base of his little dickie to the head in one movement. Josh let out a high-pitched moan, a sound that was simultaneously pure child and pure abandoned sex. Eight years old! Without any pause at all I took his little glans into my adult mouth. "Oh yeah, Ian," came Adam's voice from the chair in the corner. "Suck that underage dick." The fact that my own boyfriend was urging me on in this depraved act of child molestation despite his having no pedo inclination whatsoever drove me fucking wild. My lover found and brought me home a little willing child slut to use for my sick pleasure. What a pair of twisted perverts we are. My lips slid over the rigid little spike as I easily took all of Josh's third grade hard-on into my mouth. I curled my tongue and let the full length of it -- less than three inches -- rest in the trough this created. I could feel the tiny penis twitch against my tongue with every beat of the child's heart. He was already in all the way, but I placed my hands under his tiny butt cheeks and pushed him harder into my mouth, marveling as I did at the softness, the pliancy, and above all the tininess of those two globes. Each one was smaller than the adult hand that was pervertedly squeezing it. I began to undulate my tongue against Josh's little nail, then ran my tongue in circles around it, feeling it from all sides as it slipped around inside my mouth, where after all there was ample room for it. This elicited more hot moans of childish sexual pleasure from the eight year old. His moans only intensified when, his whole dick still in my mouth, with my nose pressed into his gloriously hairless pubis, I slid my tongue out of my mouth to explore his tiny, tight ballsack. As I began to blow him in earnest I ran my hands all over his body -- and I have to say, it didn't take long to explore all of such a tiny figure. But that's OK -- when I finished I just felt it all up again and it was all new to me again. I was in heaven feeling his preadolescent smoothness, his childish softness, his immature tininess. He had all the same body parts as me and as the adult men I was used to having sex with, but all so much smaller, all so different. As I continued to suck hungrily on his hairless boyhood, little Joshie began thrusting into my mouth, the child cutely and sexily fucking my adult mouth. I put my hands on his small hips to feel their fast little thrusting movements, then moved one hand to his tight stomach, pressing in gently to feel it heaving with his excited breaths and the tensing of the immature, undeveloped abdominal muscles that were helping to drive his hot little nail in and out of my mouth. Then finally I slipped my hands under his ass, squeezing one shockingly tiny cheek in each hand and helping him to push up into me even more vigorously. An adult doing what he was doing would have been absolutely destroying my throat, far beyond my slutty bottom desires -- to the point of causing real damage, even -- but Josh's eight-year-old spike wasn't even coming anywhere close to my throat and feeling his tiny hardness piston harmlessly in and out of me was like heaven. He moaned louder and, if possible, even picked up the pace of his thrusts as my fingertips found their way to and then into the tiny crevice between his cheeks, not (yet) aggressively exploring or seeking out the forbidden entrance I knew I'd find within, just resting there feeling the warmth....... and OK, maybe spreading those little globes a little in anticipation. Suddenly Josh's moans stopped, replaced by a sound I can't describe -- imagine a combination of a groan, a grunt, a growl, a scream, and a whimper -- all coming out of a little eight-year-old throat, in a voice that still has many years to go before it starts to break. He froze at the top of one of his thrusts, his crotch pressed hard into my mouth, and suddenly I realized what was happening as I felt the incredible sensation of a child's erection pulsating spasmodically inside my mouth. Not even the smallest drop of liquid was released. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," ran through my mind. Then I pulled slowly off his still hard little prick, part of my mind noting with a shock that this little child's penis was now glistening with MY saliva, and said it out loud. "Holy shit." I looked up over Josh's little naked body, now flushed pink-red from the sexual pleasure that had swept over the child. His eyes were closed, his head rolled to one side, his mouth open, panting. I said it again. "Holy shit, Joshie. Did you.... did you just cum?" The little boy's open mouth curled a little into a smile and without opening his eyes he nodded. "Holy shit," I said again. I glanced over at Adam, who gave me a huge smile and a thumbs-up. I was a little startled to see that at some point he'd pulled out his cock and was stroking it slowly as he watched his sick lover molest a child in front of him. I started to come out of my shock a little and even started to laugh some. "Damn, that was amazing, Joshie," I said, and then started to babble a little. "I can't even begin to count how many times I've read the phrase 'dry cum' in stories online but I had no idea... You just dry cummed in my mouth... A third grader just dry cummed in my mouth..... Wow...... I've never......." "But don't worry," said sweet little Joshie. "I'm not a grownup. I can cum lots of times and keep going. We can keep going, we don't have to stop." That was all it took. It was like a switch flipped inside me. With a dark tone in my voice that surprised even me I said, "Oh, little boy, believe me, you couldn't stop me now if you wanted to." Looking back on it now I honestly can't say whether that was true or not. Luckily, I guess, Joshie didn't want to stop, so we didn't have to find out. I stood up and quickly shucked my pants, now fully naked in front of the eight- year-old boy for the first time, my rock-hard, throbbing cock on obscene display to the child's now open eyes. Just as quickly I got back on the bed and kneeled, towering over the child with my knees on either side of his tiny young body, my hard pedo cock looming menacingly over him. I watched with glee as a strand of precum oozed down and landed on his smooth little chest. It was totally wrong, disgusting and perverted, and I loved it. I moved up along Josh's body so that my cock was over his little face and settled down lower, my ass coming to rest on his chest. My cock is not huge by any means, pretty much just average, but looming over such a tiny little boy face it suddenly looked enormous. My cock was now practically on his face and I almost lost it and cummed all over him right then and there, just comparing the sizes. I managed to hold back, though, and with my hand I pushed it down until the engorged head was touching Josh's smooth, hairless cheek. When I saw how this left a glistening smear of my precum on his cheek I grinned pervertedly and began to run the head of my pedo cock all over the child's sweet face, leaving behind a disgusting trail of my fluids everywhere it went. Just to enjoy the sight of it, I laid the length of my hard-on on his face, alongside his nose, covering one eye, the tip resting well above his forehead, messing up his soft blond hair as I kept leaking. God, he was just so little. I moaned as I felt his tongue licking my balls. Eight years old! He's probably just learning addition in school but in my bed tonight he's demonstrating that he long ago learned how to pleasure the twisted men who want to get off on his boyish body. I let the third grader lick my hairy balls for a minute, but then decided I needed more. "Joshie, baby," I moaned, "you're gonna suck this pedo cock now." I felt more than saw his little mouth curl into a smile, then I pulled away from his lapping tongue and repositioned myself so I could angle my raging hard-on down and pointed it straight at his sweet little lips. I ran the tip around them, coating them in precum..... turned on beyond all words at the immense depravity of what I was doing. I let my cock bounce on the outside of his open mouth, smacking his underage face lightly but firmly, watching with fascination the strands of precum that would form each time, obscenely connecting the eight-year-old boy's lips with my throbbing adult cock. As depraved, erotic, and arousing as this was, it was time to stop messing around. I wanted a better position so I grabbed Joshie under the armpits and roughly yanked, easily pulling the little boy's light body farther up on the bed, so that now his head was propped up on pillows and my cock could approach its victim more directly. Josh's eyes were open now, a little glazed over but staring raptly at the man's cock -- my cock -- pointing menacingly at his face from only inches away. Without me even telling him to he wrapped one little hand around its girth, just barely managing to wrap all the way around it. The thought that he wouldn't come anywhere close to being able to touch thumb to middle finger around Adam's significantly larger cock flashed through my mind. I hissed as the child gave my hard-on a few strokes. "Put it in my mouth," the eight year old whispered. "I want to suck your cock." With a primal groan, I gave him what he wanted. Replacing his hand on my cock with my own, I pointed it at his little pink lips and pushed towards him, the swollen glans pressing against the young lips for just a moment before Josh parted them to allow me inside. I watched, mesmerized, as the tip of my ragingly hard adult cock slid into the child's willing little mouth. I'd been dreaming of this for years -- my whole adult life, or really even longer -- and now I was actually doing it. I watched with sheer perverted pedo delight as the little boy's precious lips wrapped around the head of my cock, his little mouth stretching obscenely to take it in. Then his little lips slipped over the ridge and the whole glans was inside his mouth. The feeling of this young child's warm wet mouth engulfing my cockhead was indescribable, and the pleasure of the sensation was only heightened by the knowledge that this slut was only eight years old. The sight of the whole length of my rock-hard shaft emerging from his sweet little face and his stuffed little mouth was beyond obscene. It was beautiful. "Goddddd this is so fucked up," I groaned, and began to push my cock further into Josh's mouth, even as I felt his tiny tongue sliding around, expertly stimulating all the most sensitive parts. And hell, the kid should be expert -- after all, he's well into his fourth year of being sexually active, and from what the elementary school slut had told me, it sounded like many, many men had already been where I was now. What a messed up and totally hot thought, all those dozens of pedos using this child's mouth for their disgusting pleasure just like I was doing now. In my head I sent out silent but fervent thanks to the sick, utterly twisted dad who'd gotten Josh started so young. My fucking hero. More and more of my shaft slid into Josh, stuffing his eight-year-old mouth with my full-grown phallus. His cheeks were sucking in and puffing out cutely as he worked my dick in his experienced mouth. It wasn't until it was about halfway in that I felt it hit some resistance. Joshie gagged and sputtered a little, which naturally just turned me on even more. "Fuck yeah," I muttered. "Gag on my fucking cock, little boy." I pushed in more -- just a little bit -- and Josh choked again, his spasms only increasing the intensely pleasurable sensations radiating from my cock through my whole body. "This is so fucking nasty," I said to myself. "Jesus christ." "Hey, Joshie," I said to the third grader swallowing my hard-on, "do you deep throat?" Obviously he couldn't really answer with over half an adult cock crammed into his young mouth -- and it's not like I was about to pull out just to let him speak -- but I'm pretty sure he nodded. "Good," I said, grinning. "Because I was gonna fuck your throat either way." I pushed in further, not brutally -- though some might argue that shoving your hard pedo cock down a third grader's tight little throat is brutal no mater how you do it -- but firmly enough to let him know this was going to happen. Finally the resistance released and the whole head of my cock slid down the tyke's throat. The feeling of the whole little body convulsing under me, and of the throat muscles clenching tightly around my penis, working hard to expel this big intruder that had no intention of going anywhere except further in, drove me wild. With a deep growl I shoved, hard, and all at once the final inches rammed in. As I felt my cock sinking into the child's underage throat I looked down to see his cute little nose buried in my pubes, not one single millimeter of my shaft visible on this side of his unnaturally stretched lips. The boy's little nostrils were flaring wildly as he tried desperately to take in enough air around this giant obstruction. God, I thought. This is really happening. I'm looking down the length of my own body at the fucking very young child who's swallowed all of MY cock. It's really me doing it. I decided, out of the goodness of my pedophile heart, to give poor little Joshie a chance to adjust to my presence inside his spasming throat, so I just stayed where I was, feeling the frantic convulsions of the naked little child under me slowly begin to subside. But then it was time to fuck the little kid's throat. I started slow, pulling inch by inch out of Josh's young throat until just my glans, and then only even just part of it, was in his mouth. He gasped and panted around it, trying to suck in as much air as he could during this brief reprieve, because no doubt he knew exactly what was in store. Just for my own pleasure I pulled out entirely and, grasping my now slick cock at the base, smacked it hard a few times on either side of that innocent little face. So fucked up. Then pointing it back at his baby mouth I shoved it, not too fast, but in one smooth stroke, all the way back into his open throat until a second or two later it was buried to the hilt. The sensations were intense, overwhelming. I pulled out again, then back in, a little faster this time, then in and out all the way one more time before I decided he was ready -- or at least as ready as I was gonna let him get. I grabbed his little head in both hands and slammed it into me to meet my thrust, sinking my cock that much deeper into his poor throat, then without letting go of his head I began to fuck it, hard. I could feel, and hear, my balls slapping against the third grader's chin each time I slammed my cock down his abused throat. He was making these hot, frantic gulping sounds, the sounds of a child trying to deal with the fact that a twisted adult is pounding his immature throat with rock hard pedo cock. There was a deep growling kind of groan filling the room too, a depraved, aggressive, animalistic sound almost but not quite drowning out the sound of the boy's throat being wrecked. Eventually I realized it was coming from me. "God, this is so hot," I was startled to hear Adam say from his seat in the corner, where he was still sitting watching and fisting his big cock. I pulled out of Josh's mouth and let go of his head. He kinda flopped to one side, coughing and sputtering. Between my legs I could feel his tiny chest heaving violently as he panted for breath. Even in the midst of recovering from my brutal assault, though, I felt his little hand wrap around my slime-covered hard-on and stroke up and down it. The tyke really loved pedo cock. I turned to look at Adam, my surprise and confusion probably all over my face. "You think it's hot watching me molest this little boy?" I asked. "But you're not even a pedophile." "No, I'm not," he said, smiling. "But the man I love is, and it's hot as fuck seeing you finally let loose like this." He paused. "And I can't wait to see you fuck that little ass. I've never seen you top before and I think it's gonna be so damn sexy." I was already flushed with sex, but I could feel myself blushing. If you've never blushed while straddling the naked body of an eight-year-old child who's stroking your hard-on, lubed by the juices from his own throat that you were just brutally fucking, well, let me tell you it's an odd feeling. "I love you so much, Adam," I said. "I still don't know how you did it, but bringing me home this little slut is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. And I'm gonna fuck that little ass of his for you." "Fuck him for you, baby. That'll be good enough for me." "Either way, just fucking fuck me," piped up the naked third grader under me. "The adults are talking, slut," I said. I stuffed my cock back into his mouth to shut him up and reached behind me, giving his unbelievably soft and smooth young body another feel on the way down toward my goal. I stopped for a minute to fondle his little stiffie, which made the slut moan around my invading cock. Because the child was so small it was easy to reach back and down further and start to explore his forbidden little ass without having to take my hard-on out of his sucking mouth. I began to run my middle finger up and down his crack, my other fingers fanned out over the globes of his round ass. I was able to hold nearly his entire ass in just one hand, he was so small. He moaned again as my finger brushed over his puckered little hole and I squeezed his ass appreciatively. Then I took my hand away from his little boy pussy and grabbed on to his head with both hands, pulling him towards me as I brutally rammed my phallus all the way down his throat and held it there. "Mmmm!" he protested, his eyes flying open. He hadn't expected my sudden assault. I smiled and relented, pulling out of the child's throat as quickly as I'd entered, leaving him again sputtering and convulsing under me. But this time I didn't give him any time to recover. There was something he needed to do for me. I shoved the middle finger that had just been molesting his underage crack into his mouth. "Get it wet, Joshie," I ordered. As I violated the boy's mouth with my adult finger I marveled at the obscene fact that my whole penis had somehow managed to shove all the way into such a little space. Even just my one finger seemed too big for it. The intense waves of pure depraved pleasure crashing over my body and mind were only heightened by the knowledge that very soon I would be brutally stretching out an even tighter space. "God this is all so fucking nasty," I muttered. "Fuck yeah," Adam said, grinning. I pulled my finger out of Josh's mouth, figuring it was as wet as it was gonna get, and moved my hand back to his hot little ass. As I ran the now slick finger over his tiny opening he let out one of his high-pitched moans of childish sexual pleasure and, without me even telling him to, grabbed my leaking cock in his little hands and started to lick all over it. I pressed against the child's anus with my fingertip, gently at first -- not because I thought I needed to go easy on the experienced eight year old but because I wanted the pleasure of feeling the resistance before I broke through it. I shuddered in twisted delight as I simultaneously felt his tiny tongue and hands caressing my erect cock and felt his tight little sphincter try, even after countless other men had opened it up before me, to resist the entrance of its latest invader, my middle finger. Inevitably, it was unsuccessful. I felt the resistance cave as my finger broke through the ring and sank into that forbidden hole up to the first joint. God, despite his literal years of getting fucked by big adult cocks, the third grader's hole was still so tight. The ring muscle was squeezing my finger so hard and the passageway the tip of it was in was warm and soft and just unbelievably snug around it. It didn't seem possible that it could take even as much as it already had, let alone more. So naturally I pushed in more. Now the boy's whole body was writhing under me. The child loved being molested. I didn't feel like taking it slow anymore so in one movement I sank my finger all the way in, as far into the little boy's rectum as it would go. Now all the knuckles of my hand were pressed up against Josh's ass crack. I twisted and wiggled my middle finger around in that velvety tunnel and the child moaned appreciatively as he continued tonguing my prick. With my whole finger still all the way inside his ass, I pulled up, hard, while also curling it up inside him. This way I was stimulating his little prostate while also stretching his hole -- it's one of my favorite things to have done to my slutty adult ass so I figured why not do it to the child version? But there's a big difference between a man and a child. He was so light that without meaning to I lifted half his body several inches off the bed, hoisted roughly by the finger in his ass. I felt something I can't quite describe, but it reminded me of when you try to put on a shirt that's too small for you and it doesn't quite rip, but you can feel some of the stitches going. His eyes bugged out as his face contorted and he let out this amazing groan from deep inside, the intense mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming his too-young body. My cock twitched and flooded his little tongue and face with enormous amounts of precum. I was going wild with the thought that I'd just done something to this very young child that overwhelmed him even despite all his previous experience of being disgustingly used by twisted pedophiles just like me. "Yeah, you liked that, huh? You love getting your little ass abused. You like it when big men get rough with you." I actually wasn't sure how much he liked it but I told him he did anyway. I was in a frenzy now and no longer cared what Josh wanted. All that mattered was my sick pedo desires and their depraved fulfillment. The boy's fate had been sealed the moment my boyfriend closed our front door behind him. (And god, how fucking twisted is Adam for bringing this child home with him knowing full well how I was going to abuse him? And he's still there watching it all, getting off on my depravity. Christ I love him so much.) If the slut couldn't take it, he shouldn't be giving himself to strange men. He has no one to blame but himself. Well, and his sicko incestuous child abuser daddy. What an absolutely twisted monster he must be. I've got to meet this guy. The stray thought of little Joshie going home to his daddy after getting ruthlessly abused by me and telling him all about it, every last disgusting detail, crossed my mind, and my pedo cock twitched again at the thought of this fucked-up daddy getting off on hearing about his own son's latest molestation. God, even right now he's somewhere out there deriving sick pleasure from the knowledge that some strange man is doing absolutely unspeakable things to his little boy and he's not there to protect him -- not that he would even if he was here. Fuck, he's out there somewhere right now, somewhere in this same city, probably not far. How fucking hot is that? How many more daddies like him are out there? How many more strange men like me? Hell, just this one kid's been violated by dozens of them already. While all these beautifully obscene thoughts were running through my sick mind I was continuing to fuck Josh's ass with my finger. This kind of treatment was surely nothing new for a boy with his long experience, but since I hadn't given his little asshole time to recover from my shocking assault before starting to fuck my finger in and out of it poor little Joshie was writhing crazily between my legs, moaning and groaning and panting -- and alternately trying to escape and trying to push his ass harder onto my invading finger as his still developing brain tried to decide whether the pain ripping through his immature body took precedence over the equal amount of pleasure, or vice versa. My plan had been to fuck him with the one finger for a while and then add another, gradually opening him up before trying to stuff my adult-sized cock in his child- sized hole. But now I figured, why bother? So many men have been there before. Just go for it. If I'd been thinking rationally or with any vestige of morality I would have realized that his ass still wasn't even accustomed to the one finger, let alone my much thicker hard-on, and naturally a third grader would have to be stretched out before every fuck, no matter how experienced. But rationality was long gone, and morality... what the fuck even is that? So I decided to go for it. But first things first. Without warning I shoved my cock all the way back down his tight throat and fucked it in and out brutally a few times, just to get it nice and slimy. I pulled out, leaving a gasping child behind once more, and fisted my cock, feeling my hand slide over its slick wetness. That'll have to do, I thought. I yanked my finger out of the third grader's asshole and the room filled with the unmistakable smell of violated ass. I smiled as I remembered all the times I'd smelled that smell before in this very same room -- but always before it had come from my own ass, or the ass of another friend or stranger one of us had brought home to join us -- consenting adult ass. Now it was from the tiny ass of an eight-year-old boy child who won't be old enough to legally consent to what I was doing to him until he's TWICE as old as he is now -- and even then only in certain jurisdictions. I moved down his body and positioned myself between his lithe little legs, which I easily parted and lifted. With an adult I would have put his feet on my shoulders (well, *I* wouldn't, because I'm strictly a bottom with adults and only interested in topping children -- but you know what I mean) but he was so little they wouldn't reach that high, so his heels ended up resting on my chest. I took my throbbing, angry cock in my hand and aimed it at the little ass. I pushed in so the head was pressing against the tiny hole, not penetrating yet, just enough to see those cheeks part as my pedo cock slipped between them and to feel the little pucker dent in as I pressed against it. I looked at Josh's sweet little face for the first time in a while. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He somehow looked both flushed and pale. His wide open eyes were staring up at me with a mix of emotions I didn't care enough to sort out. "You're ready," I said, simply. "No, I don't--" Joshie started to say. "You're ready," I said as I pushed forward and my whole glans popped into his ass at once. God, he was TIGHT! As I violated his underage asshole with my grownup cock the child let out a piercing scream. I quickly clapped a large hand over his little mouth -- not that there was anyone around to hear his screams and come to his rescue, just for the sheer perverted pleasure of muffling the cries of protest that I planned to ignore. I pushed firmly, sliding further in as his ass futilely clamped and spasmed, trying to expel the invader but ironically only intensifying my pleasure and desire to keep going as his convulsing ass muscles stimulated my sensitive cock. The boy writhed and twisted under me, instinctively trying to escape from my assault, but there was no chance of that as I easily held the child in place. I slid my pedo cock into the silky softness of that tight, forbidden hole, watching in amazement as it swallowed my shaft inch by brutal inch. My adult cock seemed so huge compared to the hole it was penetrating. It seemed impossible but it was really happening -- *I* was really doing it. Soon I was all the way in, my pubes pressed right up against his little groin and making a shocking contrast with its hairlessness. Some of my hairs brushed up against his tight little scrotum, above which flopped his incredibly tiny flaccid dickie. I fondled it, rolling the tiny, soft, tender tube between my fingers. Of course I had to take my hand away from his mouth to do this. Let the slut scream if he wants to. But it seemed that he was all screamed out, at least for the moment, because the only sound that came out of his mouth was a panting kind of "ah -- ah -- ah." I pulled out slowly, watching that boy ass disgorge more and more of my shiny cock, until just a little of my glans had slipped out past his clenching ass lips, letting the widest part of it stretch the boy for a moment before sliding all the way back in at once, drawing a loud, high-pitched "Ahhhh!" from the abused child. So naturally I did it again. And again. And again. "Ah -- ah -- ah," Joshie grunted. "Not -- ah -- ah -- not so hard -- ah -- ah -- ah -- yet. Let me -- ah -- let me get used to it first." I sped up my brutal thrusts. "Shit, kid, you can take it." I was really fucking the third grader now. "Take this fucking cock like you've taken dozens of men's cocks before." Apparently even through his distress my comment had hurt his slutty pride, because between gritted teeth he hissed out, "Hundreds." Startled, I stopped my thrusting, my cock buried to the hilt inside him. "What did you say?" Through his pain there was almost a sneer on his face. "I've been fucked by hundreds of men," the child said. "Not dozens." This shocking, obscene revelation from an eight-year-old boy drove me wild. With a roar I started fucking him again, harder now. But apparently my startled pause had given the boy's ass a chance to at least partly adjust to the adult cock forcing its way into it, because even through the haze of my lust I could hear that his screams, cries, grunts and moans had at least as much pleasure in them now as pain. Clever boy. I guess one thing you learn when you've been fucked by HUNDREDS of pedophiles is how to manage their amoral lusts. Even as I was overtaken by animalistic pedo lust in brutally pounding the child's ass, it was like my mind split into two parts. While one part was only concerned with fucking my little victim into oblivion, the other part did some quick, rational calculations. One part of my mind thought, "He said his dad only started sharing him with other men when he turned seven, and he's only eight now." The other part was screaming, "Eight years old! Eight years old! Pounding eight-year-old ass!" "I don't know when his birthday is," the other half continued, "but say it's been a year and a half. Or say six hundred days, just to have an easy round number. Even if hundreds 'just' means two hundred..." The other half was shouting, "Hundreds! I'm just the latest of hundreds to plow this tight third grade ass!" "...then that's still an average of one pedo fuck every three days. And that's not even counting any repeat customers or all the times his own daddy's stuffed him full of the nasty cock that made him." On the other hand, the kid's only eight fucking years old. Maybe he just can't count too good yet. Either way, though...... "This fucking slut. This fucking slut. This fucking eight years young third grade little boy slut," both halves thought together. What a team. Over and over I slammed my phallus into the child. He wasn't struggling anymore so I stopped pinning him down and instead grabbed on to his slender hips with both hands, feeling the tiny hipbones pressing into my palms, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh of his little ass, my thumbs into his vulnerable lower abdomen. My hands covered so much more of him like this than they would on an adult, or than Adam's hands do when he holds me like this while fucking me. Easily manipulating the lightweight child, I pulled him to the edge of the bed and stood up as I fucked him. Using his hips as handles, I slammed him onto my cock with each thrust of my own much larger hips, tearing into that little hole with even greater force. Luckily for Josh he had finally gotten fully into it, moaning his pleasure and fondling his once again hard little penis as I brutally sodomized his illegal asshole. Movement in the room eventually caught my attention even through my pedo fuck hypnosis and I tore my gaze away from Josh's naked sex-crazed eight-year-old body to see that at some point Adam must have stood up and taken off his clothes, revealing his hot, sleekly muscled body. When he saw me looking he grinned and walked over to the foot of the bed behind me. I felt his big hard cock press into my ass as I continued to pump in and out of little Joshie. Both of us knew he wasn't going to fuck me right now, hot as it might be to feel his cock in my ass, its rightful home, even as I pounded my own cock into a little boy. But right now this was about me, and he knew me well enough to know that. Instead he just let his hard-on rub against my ass cheeks, sometimes slipping into and sliding along my crack, as he stood close beside me. He put his arms around me and started caressing my chest and stomach, playing with my sensitive nipples, gently squeezing my throat, as all the while I continued to mercilessly tear into the little boy he'd brought home for me. I felt his warm breath on my ear and shuddered at the feeling of it. Then he whispered, softly, "God, what a sick fuck you are. You depraved pedo pervert, molesting a little child. He's only eight years old! What kind of monster are you to sodomize an innocent third grader's ass like this? This is so messed up. Only a deeply twisted child rapist pedophile could do what you're doing to this poor kid. What a fucking sick freak." He knew exactly what to say to me. Poor little Joshie had to bear the consequences as Adam's twisted talk drove me to even deeper levels of pedo frenzy. I was truly wrecking that little ass now. Adam nibbled on my ear lightly, then kissed his way down my jaw to my neck, which he started to kiss and lick and suck on. I moaned and threw my head back, letting it rest on my boyfriend's shoulder. He put his hand on my head and turned it towards him and we kissed, deeply, passionately. When we pulled apart I was panting, both from the hot kiss and from the exertion of fucking the third grader so hard. "Adam......" I managed to get out. "Yeah, baby? What is it?" he asked. "I... unnnhhh... I...." I tried. It was clear that if I was gonna say what I needed to say I'd have to stop fucking the kid at least for the moment, so I reluctantly pulled out, eliciting a groan of protest from Josh. The little slut wasn't sure he wanted it before, but now listen to him. I turned to Adam and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as we kissed again, my cock, slick with the child's ass juices, rubbing against his. Now that I had a little bit of distance from the haze of pedo lust, it felt almost strange to come into contact with another full-grown cock again. The contrast with Joshie's hairless little prick drove home to me all over again just how YOUNG a child I had been brutalizing. Adam broke the kiss and asked again, "What is it, baby?" I looked deep into his eyes and hesitated. "Adam, I....." I pulled myself together. "I understand if this is asking too much, or if it's a line you're not willing or able to cross. But....." I hesitated again, then let it all out in a rush. "Would you fuck his throat while I fuck his ass?" Now it was Adam's turn to hesitate, and I quickly said, "I know you're not a pedophile like me and it's asking a lot, you're not into it, it's a sex crime, I get it if you can't, it's OK." He laughed, lovingly. "Baby, it's OK that you asked," he said. "I know what a fantasy come true that would be for you. I just.... I don't know. Fuck a little kid's throat?" He looked down at little Joshie on our bed, naked, flushed, drenched in sweat, legs still spread. The child looked back up at my lover, the look in his eyes seeming half hopeful, half fearful that he'd say yes. No help there. As well as we know each other, I'll never truly know what thoughts went through Adam's mind in those long seconds of indecision, what considerations he weighed against each other. Suddenly he laughed. "Well, one thing's for sure, I'm not worried about the sex crime part. After all, I'm already one hell of an accomplice. And besides," he continued, startling me by smacking his open-palmed hand down onto the boy's naked chest, just firmly enough to make a slapping sound. "I don't think little Joshie here's about to tell anyone about what goes on tonight." "Except my dad," the boy chimed in helpfully. "That's right, except your daddy," said Adam. "Make sure you tell that sick fuck you call a daddy all about it." Then he turned back to me and paused again. I held my breath. Finally: "Yeah. Yeah, I'll do it. I'd do anything for you." I let my breath out and hugged him tight. My heart felt like it was going to burst. "Oh, Adam," I said, "I love you so much. Thank you. You don't know what it means to me." He hugged me back. "I think I have some idea," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. We separated, and after gazing lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment we worked together to maneuver the unresisting child into a new position, on his stomach now, draped over a corner of the bed so that his ass and legs were hanging off one side and his head off another. Taking up his position at Josh's head, Adam looked at me and grinned. "Besides," he said, "as every supposedly straight guy knows..... a mouth is a mouth, right?" I laughed and then, without warning, slammed my cock all the way back inside Josh's little ass. As soon as the little boy opened his mouth to gasp, Adam filled it up with his cock. Without my natural pedo viciousness he wasn't nearly as hard on the tyke as I had been, content to just fill his mouth with his engorged knob and a few inches of thick shaft until the kid had a chance to get used to this larger member. As for me, I went right back into brutal fucking, my hips smacking loudly against the child's ass cheeks as I drove my cock into his already-abused hole, tearing into it over and over. I heard Adam moaning and looked down to see he'd started to hump into the boy's mouth, still not penetrating that talented throat yet but clearly enjoying the sensations the eight year old's sucking mouth was giving the top few inches of his hot cock. "How's that little mouth feel, babe?" I asked, almost taunting. Adam looked me in the eyes and grinned. "It feels fucking great. This kid really knows what he's doing.... and god, so TIGHT!" I grinned back. "Are we gonna have a two-pedo household now?" He laughed, starting to push his hard-on a little further into the child's mouth. Joshie gagged on it a little, and Adam moaned again at the pleasure the throat contractions gave him. "Don't..... nnnhhh.... don't get your hopes up, baby. .....Mmmm, oh yeah, suck it..... This is one fucking hot mouth but I don't think shoving my cock into little kids is gonna be a regular thing." "More for me," I said happily, meaning both kids and Adam's hot cock. But that was enough conversation, and we settled into our intense shared kiddie fuck. I continued pounding Joshie's sweet young ass, and Adam finally sank his cock all the way into that little throat and began giving it the long, slow thrusts he often likes to start with. Between the two of us there was now over a foot of hard adult cock sliding in and out of this little kid who couldn't have been much taller than four feet himself. It almost seemed like our cocks might meet somewhere in the middle. As my lover and I shoved our erections into the child I realized that the situation had changed. I was holding Josh tightly by his slender waist, and Adam had a firm grasp on the back of the head he was fucking -- and out of my peripheral vision I could see that the little elementary school slut was gazing up at the hot stud who was now abusing his mouth -- but neither of us adults were really paying the child we were molesting any mind anymore. Before it had been all about the kid -- all about what I wanted to do to him, sure, but about him. Now it was all about the adults. It was about our love and our powerful sexual attraction to each other, and about sharing something so intimate -- my depraved pedo desires -- that no one else knew about but the two of us, that had never had a chance to express itself outside of fantasy before. So now neither of us bothered to look at the young child we were spitroasting, who was letting out muffled groans of pain and pleasure that we ignored as we relentlessly wrecked his poor little ass and throat. Instead we stared into each other's eyes, deeply, and although there was a small child between us, impaled from both ends on our rock hard cocks, in truth it was each other that we were having sex with -- making love to. Adam smiled as he continued to slam into the boy's throat (faster now, even harder than he usually fucks my adult throat), and I knew that he felt exactly the same way I did. "Happy birthday, baby," he said, much more breathlessly than he had said it in the hallway outside the room before all this started. "God, I love you so much, Adam," I said, tears in my eyes, as I brutally tore into Josh's third grade ass. "Thank you so much for making this happen." Tears came into his eyes too as he said, "I love you too, baby. I love you too." We were closer at that moment of depraved shared child molestation than we ever had been before. We both knew that things would never be the same between us again, that our connection and love had moved to a whole new level of intensity. As one we leaned in towards each other, crossing the short distance that the naked child's body separated us, and our mouths met for an intense kiss. Our tongues met inside my mouth and swirled around each other, connecting our bodies directly above as they were connected below through the medium of Josh's abused body. As we kissed, our sweat dripping onto the naked eight year old underneath us, we both let go of the child and wrapped our arms around each other, each of us pulling the other closer, the boy's body practically folding in half between us. I could hear Joshie gagging as our movement caused Adam's cock to spear his throat even deeper and harder than it had been before. My lover and I caressed each other, feeling the bodies we each knew so well under our hands for the millionth time, but everything felt different now. I moaned into Adam's mouth and put a hand on the back of his head, my fingers in his sweaty hair, to pull him even further into our kiss. The sounds of my hips smacking against Josh's ass, Adam's against his face, Josh's unheeded groans and the lower-pitched moans of my adult lover and me filled the room. Finally Adam broke the kiss -- reluctantly, I could tell -- and with his forehead pressed into mine surprised me by being the first to whisper, "God, I'm gonna cum." "Cum on him," I said. "Cum on the little slut's face. Coat him with your jizz." With a groan, Adam pulled his cock out of the little boy's throat and, while far below him Josh gasped for breath as the massive obstruction was finally removed, began to fist it right in the preteen's face. It only took two or three strokes before he was crying out, "God! God! Take this load, kid!" Adam's always been a big shooter -- he's drenched my own panting, sweaty body in his hot cum more times than I can count -- but I was still startled by the intensity of his eruption. I think it surprised him, too. His first shot went high, missing the boy's face and landing in a long rope along his upper back and up into his sweat- matted blond hair. The second found its target and soaked the boy's forehead, and from there blast after blast coated the child's flushed cheeks, puffy lips, cute little nose and chin. I counted at least eleven powerful shots before my lover grabbed the child by the chin and, forcing his mouth back open, crammed his still- cumming phallus back into that too-tiny mouth. Adam's whole body convulsed as he fucked the last few shots into the little tyke's mouth, and Josh eagerly sucked down the grown man's hot semen. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," muttered Adam happily. He let his shiny, swollen, still mostly-hard cock slip out of the eight year old's cummy lips and, grasping it at the base, slapped it heavily on the boy's face five or six times before dragging the head of it all over Joshie's obscenely semen-coated prepubescent face, smearing his cum all over, occasionally using the tip as a spoon -- or more like a spatula, really -- to scrape up the sperm and feed it into that cummy mouth. I watched in awe, my own fucking slowing and eventually stopping as I focused all my attention on this depraved, beautiful scene. "Jesus, Adam," I said, as I let my throbbing hard-on slip out of the child's asshole. "That was the most fucked up, hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." Adam looked up at me, laughing that happy, loose kind of post-orgasmic laughter. "Fuck," he said, shuddering as little Joshie sucked some more sperm off of his now hypersensitive cock. Then he laughed again. "That was.... nnnn, Joshie...... that was fucking amazing." I lay down over the small child below me, feeling my larger, rougher body sliding sweat-slick along his so much smaller and softer one, and licked up the cum that had landed on Josh's back before turning his cummy face to mine for a nasty, perverted cum-filled kiss. As I fed my stud boyfriend's hot semen to this little eight-year- old boy with my thick adult tongue, the perverse enormity of what I -- what WE -- were doing to this boy, this child, crashed over me in an immense wave of sheer pedo depravity. How fucking sick do we have to be to molest this poor little child, to use him for our own disgusting pleasure, to satisfy our twisted adult lust? What kind of sick monster could do these things to a defenseless child? My kind. With my tongue still practically rammed down the boy's throat I let out a deep pedo growl, and I could feel the boy gasp in what seemed like fear. I don't know if he was scared because he'd never heard a sound of such primal pedo lust before -- or because he'd heard it many times before and knew what it meant. Either way, it wouldn't change what I was about to do to him. My whole body on fire with pedo lust, I rolled off the naked child and stood by the side of the bed. As soon as my weight was off him Josh actually tried a little to get away from me, but of course a little eight-year-old boy's strength is no match for a grown man and I easily prevented his escape as I flipped the squirming child onto his back almost as effortlessly as I would flip one of the pillows he was now propped up on again, staring wide-eyed at me looming over him with -- not quite terror, but a definite anxious anticipation. I laughed as his miniature hairless stiffie was revealed to my perverted eyes. "Why are you trying to get away, kid?" I asked. "You sure seem to like the treatment you're getting." I roughly pawed his little erection then let it go, watching it snap back into place. He didn't answer me, just stared up at me with those big blue eyes, his little belly rising and falling with his quick, panicky breaths as he watched me spit in my hand and fist my cock, still slick with my precum and the child's ass juices. "Besides," I added, grinning nastily. "Where would you run to? Home to daddy?" "Jesus, baby," Adam whispered from where he'd laid on the bed next to Josh, amazed by the side of me this nasty pedo action was letting out. I laughed again. Grabbing the no longer struggling third grader by both tiny ankles I yanked him so his ass was hanging just off the edge of the bed, his head and upper back still propped up on the pillows. Shifting my grasp to the backs of his knees, I pulled up until his ass was level with my hard cock, essentially folding his flexible young torso in half. I stared down at his puffy, red asshole, clearly freshly abused, but I noted with pleasure that with the resilience of youth it was already almost all the way closed up again. It was still clenching and unclenching rhythmically, though, clearly having difficulty regaining its previous shape and size after the wrecking it had just received from my cock. It was a fruitless effort anyway, because it's not like I was done wrecking it. I decided, out of the goodness of my heart, to take pity on it and bring those fruitless efforts to an end. I waited until it was clenched as tight as it could get and then, without any warning to my poor little victim, slammed the entire length of my grownup cock into that eight-year-old hole all at once. OK, maybe "pity" is the wrong word. Maybe it's exactly the wrong fucking word. Little Joshie screamed at the top of his lungs as I tore his little ass back open. He tried to struggle a little again too, obviously totally futilely. Naturally his struggles and screams just made me hold him down and fuck him even harder. Where before I'd gotten off on muffling his screams, now I was going for a different kind of nasty. "Let it out, slut," I said with a sneer. "Scream all you want. There's no one to hear you.... except for Adam here, and I don't think he's about to help you." "Hell no," Adam said. "Fuck the little bitch hard, baby. Destroy that little ass. He's had hundreds of men. Make him remember YOU." Adam's words drove me crazy and I started pounding that ass with an intensity that I didn't even know I was capable of. My hips must have been slamming into that round little ass seven or eight times a second. I looked into Josh's face and found that although it was contorted by his cries of pain his pretty blue eyes were still staring up at me with a look of, yes, fear, but also.... admiration? Like Adam said, hundreds -- HUNDREDS -- of men's cocks had been right where mine was now, but it seemed that I was pushing the boy to a place he'd never quite reached before -- and despite his agony, I'm pretty sure he liked it. Not that I cared, of course. As I gazed into my young victim's eyes I saw that the still copious amounts of Adam's cum all over his face were starting to drip down, messing up his sexy little chest as it spattered down from his chin and cheeks. While I watched a big glob on his forehead ran into first one eye and then the other, blinding him and forcing him to shut both eyes tight. "Poor kid," I thought, as I pounded even harder into the now sightless child. "That's got to sting." Over and over again my pedo cock slammed into the child I was brutally sodomizing. Gradually his screams gave way and all the poor boy was capable of were breathless grunts as I relentlessly tore into that tiny ass that was really far too young for this kind of treatment. Sometimes the grunts were interrupted by sputtering gurgles as globs of semen would drip into his open mouth and he'd helplessly inhale them. It turned me on so much that my boyfriend was still choking the kid even several minutes after pulling his big cock out of his ruined throat. "Fuck," I said, breathless myself. "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. I'm gonna cum. Christ." I yanked my cock out of Josh's ass, leaving behind an obscenely dilated and spasming hole. Josh gasped in what almost seemed like disappointment as the big, violent intruder finally vacated his abused little rectum. With just two quick strokes I was cumming, my semen blasting out of my cock and coating the third grader's naked, heaving chest and stomach, painting the boy white. I moaned as waves of intense pleasure crashed over my body. "Fffffuuuuck...." I breathed through clenched teeth, feeling the most intense orgasm of my life rip through me. Even in the midst of these spasms of pleasure I somehow had the wherewithal to climb onto the bed, towering over the child as I straddled the naked boy's hairless chest and fed him the nasty cock that had just been tearing his insides apart. He sucked it in willingly and without hesitation, taking my last few shots straight into his young mouth and sucking my slicked-up pedo dick clean of his own ass juices. After slamming my softening but still engorged cock down his underage throat a couple last times, I collapsed, spent, onto the bed alongside my lover and our victim, Joshie's little body sandwiched between Adam's and my larger adult bodies. Adam reached out to me across the child's small frame and pulled me to him for a kiss. Our tongues passionately danced in each other's mouths as we held each other tight, practically ignoring the tiny child crushed between us, who was trying to recover from my brutal assault on his preteen but not so innocent body. Suddenly Adam laughed into my mouth. "Fuck, baby, I can feel his ass moving. Is he humping you?" I laughed too as I realized Joshie's little two and a half inch spike was rubbing against my stomach as the child desperately worked to get himself off. "Damn, you're right, Adam," I said. "Here, let's help the tyke out." With that, I reached down between our tightly intertwined bodies and -- gently, this time -- pressed just one finger into the eight year old's recently abused asshole. Adam felt what I was doing and a moment later his finger joined mine inside the child. It was an incredible feeling to have his finger pressed against mine inside the still-tight walls of that velvety passageway. Josh groaned happily and sped up his humping as our two adult fingers stimulated his sensitive sphincter and sought out his immature prostate. Soon the small child body between us was trembling in the throes of a childish orgasm, and I could feel the hard little nail pressed into my stomach twitching in a futile effort to shoot out sperm it was still years away from being able to produce. "Fuck," the pottymouthed child said happily as his prepubescent but no less intense orgasm subsided. Adam and I slowly withdrew our fingers and resumed kissing each other, our hands now running all over each other, reveling in the afterglow and the new degree of closeness and love we felt between us now thanks to the depths of depravity we'd just sunk to together. All good things must come to an end, though, and finally we broke the kiss and rolled apart from one another. Adam kept his hand wrapped around my half-hard cock, still slick and shiny with Josh's saliva and the remnants of his eight-year-old ass juices and my pedo cum. He stroked it lazily, mostly just feeling its weight in his hand. Staring at it, he half-whispered, more to it than to me, "This cock is a menace to society. This cock is a violent sex criminal." I could tell that this new fact about his lover's cock was intensely erotic to him, which in turn was erotic as all hell to me. Breaking out of his pervy hypnosis, Adam looked over at Josh and saw that the exhausted tyke's cum-reddened eyes were drooping. "Hey now, don't fall asleep yet, Joshie," he said, shaking the sleepy child by one naked shoulder. "I may not have promised your daddy anything else, but I did promise him you'd brush your teeth. Go get your toothbrush and PJs from your bag and clean up and get ready for bed." He gave the child a playful swat on his bare ass, which made Josh giggle and reluctantly get up and stumble out of the room, clearly having a little difficulty walking. Bewildered, I turned to my boyfriend. "Toothbrush? PJs? Adam, what....." Adam looked me in the eyes. "I didn't want to tell you before because I wanted to see you fuck him like it might be your only chance. And goddamn, you sure did." "Adam, WHAT didn't you tell me?" He grinned. "I made an arrangement with Joshie's dad. He's yours all weekend long."