Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2023 01:17:03 +0000 From: Urbuddynick Subject: BEATING OFF BEATING OFF By Nick Waters I can be reached at Urbuddynick@protonmail.com If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. It costs money to run this site, and your donation really helps them out. My other Nifty stories are: Living the Life and Entrepreneur It was a typical Saturday morning, and I expected my son Alex to be asleep. I used to think he was a lazybones until I realized he is just not a morning person like his dad. He did, however, have a sleepover arranged at a friend's house, and I had to get him fed and over there. I knocked softly on the door and then opened it. What I saw absolutely shocked me. My little nine-year-old son was completely naked and was on top of his huge teddy bear which I won for him at the state fair. I rarely saw my boy nude anymore, and that threw me off. Then I saw his smooth little bare ass going up and down. Little Alex was humping his teddy bear! He was really grinding into the bear's ass fur until suddenly he abandoned that and lay on his back with his eyes closed. For a moment I could see his tiny two-inch dick was rock hard until he covered with his hand and began to masturbate. His other hand found one of his tits and began pinching. Without warning Alex's eyes opened, and he stared at me in shock. "Daddy!" he cried out pulling a blanket over him. "Some privacy please!" I knew boys played with themselves, but that was when they were much older during puberty. He was years away from that. Seeing a little boy fondle himself seemed obscene. "Alex, what were you doing?" I asked. The boy blushed and mumbled, "Just fooling around." "How long have you been doing that?" I asked in a tone I recognized as too stern. "Daddy! I don't want to talk about it!" he said bursting into tears. Oh boy. I sat next to him on the bed and stroked his hair. "I am not mad at you. I just want to know where you learned to do that," I said soothingly. I expected him to tell me about some awful site he saw online. These days computers are full of nasty, perverted sites. He wouldn't answer right away, but I persisted until he finally replied. "Uncle Kurt showed me," he admitted. Suddenly he sat upright and said defiantly, "Don't be mad at him! I like beating off." I was genuinely stunned. Beating off? He knew the name for it? And, Jesus, Kurt? I had to process that. That was even more shocking than discovering him masturbating. "OK, Alex. Thank you for being honest with me. Go get dressed, and we will grab some breakfast before I take you over to Trevor's mom's house." Alex was back to normal and chatted away all through breakfast and the ride across town. I barely listened though as I contemplated what my son revealed to me. Kurt, Uncle Kurt as he referred to him, was not really my son's uncle. He was an honorary uncle just like I am an honorary uncle to Kurt's son Trevor. He moved in next door three years ago, two years after my wife died in a boating accident. Like me, he was a single dad of a six-year-old. The boys became instant friends, really almost like brothers. Being a single dad is incredibly hard and having another single dad next door proved to be mutually helpful. Kurt owned an import/export business and worked from home. This allowed him to be there when the kids got out of school, so Alex didn't have to go to afterschool day care. In turn I would host the boys for weekend sleep overs, so Kurt could go out on dates. It was a mutual aid society. When covid hit, our ties grew deeper. His ex-wife went to court and got custody every other weekend. When the virus struck, we made a "bubble" out of the three households. We all behaved responsibly out of the house wearing masks and getting vaccinated, but we could go maskless with each other. When the virus forced school to move online, I was so relieved that Kurt worked from home. He set up a nice learning center in a corner of his den for the boys to go to virtual third grade together while he was in the next room buying and selling goods from all over the world in his home office. Our skills complemented each other too. He was great at helping them with English and history, and I became their tutor in math and science. Scholastically our boys thrived. Since we couldn't go to the gym during lockdown, I helped him clean out his basement and went in half on some great work out equipment. We all had keys to each other's homes and even put in a hidden gate between our backyards where we could pass through. So, you can see we were close. The more I thought about it, though, the more I knew I had to talk with him about it. Teaching an innocent little boy to masturbate was just wrong and probably illegal. Jesus, was he molesting my boy? Was he a pedo? I couldn't believe that. Once the lock down ended, Kurt often had ladies over on the weekends when his son was at his ex's. I then began to wonder how close we really were. Sure, we had some things in common. We were both in our mid-thirties, both fit and healthy, and we each had a boy the same age. Apart from that, though, we were quite different. I am naturally conservative and reserved. Kurt, however, is open to everything and touchy-feely. My house is utilitarian and Ikea while his is full of exotic masks and odd furniture covered with zebra skins and textiles from all over the world. I drive a Volvo SUV, and he drives an Audi sportscar. I am clean shaven with a smooth body while he has a trim black beard and hairy chest. I have rarely dated since my wife's death, and Kurt has a revolving door. It was already mid-afternoon before I screwed up the nerve to go next door and talk with Kurt. Then a terrible thought came to me. Am I reluctant to talk with him because I didn't want to upset to our sweet, convenient arrangement? With sudden resolve, I marched the thirty feet to his door. I hesitated a moment before I rang Kurt's doorbell. This was going to be an awkward conversation for sure. I took a deep breath and pushed the doorbell. "Hey, Bill" Kurt said answering the door in just a pair of loose shorts. That was another area where we differed. I am button down, and he is shorts and bare feet. And what's woth calling me Bill? I am William to everyone except Kurt. To him I am Bill. I swear if he met King Charles, within five minutes he would call him Chuck. "Hey, Kurt. I was wondering if you were free for a moment. There is something I want to talk with you about." Kurt smiled and replied, "You bet, buddy. It's just us tonight with our boys spending the night over at my ex's place. I just finished mixing up a pitcher of cocktails. It's a great recipe from Cuba with rum and limeade. Want one? They're delicious." "Yes, please," I replied. Damn, I needed a drink. Kurt returned with our beverages and sat down next to me on the couch covered with a sheepskin from Peru. Naturally, he was barefoot. "What's up?" he asked flashing a brilliant white smile. Damn, I could see why the ladies ran after him. "Um, this is kind of weird, but, um, this morning I caught Alex playing with himself. You know, um, masturbating." Kurt laughed. "Ha ha ha. That's great, buddy. Nice to know the little dude is enjoying his body." I sipped my cocktail and replied, "Well, it shocked me. He's only nine, you know." "Of course. Same age as my Trevor." "Yeah. The thing is, though, that seems awfully young to be, um, masturbating. He is not even in puberty." "Young? Hell, I was beating off at five. How old were you when you started pounding the pud?" Five! No wonder he was such a libertine. "I was, uh, twelve, almost thirteen," I replied. Kurt made a surprised face. "Wow, that's late." I looked him in the firmly in the eye. "Not really. That's pretty normal. You know, when puberty starts and all. Alex doesn't even have pubes yet." Kurt laughed. "Of course not. He's nine. Trev doesn't have any either, but Trev sure enjoys playing with himself." I nearly choked on my cocktail. "I suppose you taught him how to masturbate too," I said coldly. I looked at him sternly as I took another drink. "Oh, I see now," Kurt replied knowingly. "Alex must have told you. I get it. I do. I should have told you earlier. But you need to hear my side of the story." He was so open and friendly that I softened my tone. "Thanks why I am here, man. I need to understand this." "Of course, Bill. Let me freshen up our drinks, and I will tell you the whole story." When he returned, he put his arm around me and said sincerely, "Thanks for wanting to hear my side. Some guys would just react. You're the best, buddy." It was so hard to be angry with this guy. "So, this happened six months ago in January. I remember because it was the day you asked me to watch Alex because that big fire at the mall had broken out," Kurt said. I remembered that day. That awful fire in the middle of winter. I am the chief of staff to the city manager, and that crisis was a total nightmare. It took a full week to resolve. "Trevor was at his mom's that weekend, and Alex was playing in the back yard behind the shed. There is a depression in the ground there, and it filled up with water which then froze and was snowed on. Well Alex walked on it and went through the ice. It's only a couple of feet, but he fell and got totally soaked. Suddenly he bursts in through the back door wailing. The poor guy was freezing. So, I stripped off his wet clothes and toweled him off. I brought him into this room where I had a big fire going. I moved the lounger in front of it and dried him off. Then I rubbed over his ice-cold body to warm him up." This sounds reasonable, I thought to myself. Maybe there is an innocent explanation. "I continued to do this until he stopped shivering. Then I noticed that the little dude had a roaring hardon. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something like, `Someone's got a stiffy.' Boy, when I said that he started getting all upset saying, `I'm sorry' over and over again. I felt terrible because I don't like seeing Alex upset, and I felt terrible because he was ashamed of his erection." At that point he eyed me with a look that said, "That's on you." "So, I reassured Alex it was perfectly normal to get hard. I told him I get hard as well, and I play with my dick like he does. That's when he got totally curious. He wanted to know about playing with it and how do I play with it. That's when he said something I totally remember. He said, `I am sure my dad doesn't play with his wiener.' Wow. I assured him he was wrong and that you masturbate too. I am right, right? You DO jerk your dick, right?" Now it was my turn to blush. Wait a minute, this is about him not me, I thought. But the drink was kicking in, and I was relaxing. A sense of well being came over me which I attributed to knowing that Kurt hadn't really molested my boy. "Um, yeah, if you must know. I jerk my dick," I said a little stiffly. The subject was a sore one for me. I jerked off maybe once a month, and when I did my porn choices were things I didn't want to think about. Black men fucking big titted whores, and muscled guys fucking twinks. I thought back to my favorite Just For Fans star, Austin Wolfe, and blushed at the memory of him pounding those smooth teen boys. I didn't want to think about that. "I thought so," Kurt said. "I have long thought you were probably a solo-sexual," he said squeezing my arm. "What in the hell is a solo-sexual?" I asked with a laugh. "It's kind of a new term. It's guys who don't have sex anymore except with themselves. They spend hours bating to porn but not cumming and getting into a trance state called gooning. The pleasure is immense. In fact, I was planning a goon session for myself tonight." "I am not a solo-sexual. I have sex," I said defensively. "Really?" Kurt asked. "Honestly, I have never seen you date anyone except that one time when we double dated. And, as I remember then, the chick wanted you, but you begged off." "Dude," I said defensively. "Those girls were so young." "The younger the better" Kurt said with a wink and a grin. "Those cunts were barely legal, but legal. I ended up fucking them both." Suddenly I felt like I was burning up. "Hey, can you turn on the AC?" I asked. "Sorry, it's on the fritz. A guy is coming out this week. Why don't you strip your shirt off like me? It's fucking hot, man." I agreed and pulled off my shirt and undershirt. Damn, it felt good to get out of those clothes. "You wear an undershirt, Bill? In the summer?" Kurt asked incredulously. "It's a throwback to my childhood. My mom thought I was half naked without one," I admitted to the man who was literally half naked. "Let's get back to Alex," I said. "So, you taught Alex to masturbate when he was ... in January he would have been eight. You could have just him to ask me if he had any questions about sex. That wasn't your place to tell him, Kurt," I said softly. "I get that now. I guess I did it because I didn't want Alex to feel ashamed about his body and normal bodily functions. Another reason I did it is because it's not a big deal. Beating off is not really sex. I mean, think of all of those circle jerks in junior high school. You weren't having sex with those other guys. You were just beating your meat together. Even if you were jerking each other's dicks, it's just jerking off. No big deal." I shook my head no. "I have never been in a circle jerk in my life. In junior high, I was attending church services on Wednesday and twice on Sunday," I said wryly. "That's right! I remember you said you had to get away from that. Your parents were overly pious and thought all sex was a sin. That says a lot. I think maybe you are holding on to negative feelings about masturbation. Tell me the truth. Do you think it is healthy and normal." I thought for a moment and realized there were some negative feelings there. "Maybe you are right. I do feel it is healthy and normal but a part of me also thinks it is wrong. A sin. But in any case, an ADULT SHOULD NOT be showing a little prepubescent boy how to jerk off," I said standing up. "I have to pee, and when I get back, I want to know why you think it was right for you to do that." As I pulled my dick out to piss in the bathroom, I realized I was half hard. Hmm, I thought. Maybe just talking about it was stimulating me. Men! I thought with a chuckle. When I returned, Kurt had two big glasses of water for us. He read my mind. I was so thirsty. I saw down next to him and took a long drink. "It occurs to me that we had two very different ways of growing up," Kurt said. "My parents didn't have any hang ups about nudity, and they encouraged me to sleep naked. When I was five, my mother's youngest brother Chip taught me how to masturbate. He was seventeen at the time, and I worshiped him. You've met him. My uncle Chip. He backhoed out my pool last summer. Remember him?" I remembered him. Handsome, muscular guy with a salt and pepper beard around fifty. He smoked cigars which fascinated the boys. I recalled Alex and Trevor each sitting on one of his thighs while he blew cigar smoke all around him. They thought he was so cool. "Five years old?" I asked. "That's insane. You can't even cum at five." Kurt looked at me in wonder. He put a hand on my shoulder. "That is where you are wrong, my friend. We are sexual from day one. Dr. Kinsey proved that 75 years ago. You can't ejaculate, but you can orgasm. It's a dry cum, and it feels just like a wet one. I remember my Uncle Chip told me that teaching me to beat off was a gift which would last a life time. I am so grateful to him. Because of him, I had thousands of dry cums before my first wet one." "Really? I can hardly believe it," I said. Kurt got up and went to the bookshelf. He brought back an old paperback. "This is Sexual Behavior in the Human male. This came out in 1949 and revolutionized the way we think about sex. He shows that not only can children orgasm, they can have them over and over again like women. The can cum and then cum again in two minutes. Dude, I am so glad my uncle masturbated me while I was in kindergarten." That sounded so wonderful, and I was wishing I had a childhood like that when I suddenly realized what he said, "You said he masturbated you?" I asked. "Like he took your penis and rubbed it?" Kurt smiled and leaned back on the couch. He put his hands behind his head, and I could smell the sweat in his wet pits. "That's exactly what I said, buddy. He put me naked on his lap while he took three fingers and stroked my little penis and balls until I dry came. I have to tell you it was the most wonderful sensation ever. Later he started using a variety of oils on it. I love him playing with me." The cocktails had made my head fuzzy, but this seemed wrong. Only later did I realize that he said that as present tense, like his Uncle Chip was still playing with him. "Dude, he molested you." Kurt laughed. "In no way did he molest me. I wasn't bothered or disturbed or abused. I was the happiest boy in the world discovering the best toy around, my dick. It was beautiful." Then it occurred to me. "Wait a minute. When you taught Alex how to beat off, er masturbate, did you masturbate him?" I asked turning to look at him. Kurt kept eye contact and replied, "Absolutely. My uncle told me you have to keep jerking them until they cum. Otherwise, with their short attention spans, they may stop in the middle and go watch cartoons or something. You have to rub them until they can feel for themselves the glory of cumming. So, yes, I masturbated Alex to his first dry orgasm. It was amazing to watch him cum." "Holy fuck" I said "I should be furious with you, but it somehow it sounds so reasonable. I can't believe how calm I am about this all." "Excellent! You should be calm about it. Beating off is a normal thing all healthy males do. You should have experienced that. When I jerked your boy off, I was thinking I was being the good uncle I should be. Now your boy is regularly enjoying his penis nightly." "Wow. You have blown my mind, Kurt. But you should have told me," I said. "You're right, buddy. But Alex was sure you would think it was wrong and make him stop. He begged me not to tell you. But I should have anyway." "Damn, that makes me sad somehow," I said at Alex's reaction. Maybe I was the uptight prude he thought I was. "You know, it's never to late to get into the action. I started my boy at five. I still masturbate him. It's something that brings us closer together." "Jesus Christ, Kurt!" Was there no end to this depravity? "AFTER teaching him to jerk off, you are STILL playing with him?" "Yeah. It's a great way to calm him down. Remember how upset the boys were after they lost the final soccer match? A nice evening of beating off really evened him out." "That's wild. Oh boy! Does that mean you have masturbated my son again?" I felt my blood pressure start to boil, but the overwhelming tranquility of my mood let that feeling slip away. To be honest, I kind of hoped the answer was yes. "Yes, Bill. I have played with your son's penis often. I have given him dozens of orgasms. Sometimes I have made both Trevor and Alex come at the same time." Kurt put his hand on my bare knee, and I felt an electrical shock go right into my groin. What was wrong with me? I sure as shit wasn't into guys. Kurt saw what happened and smiled slyly. "Hey Bill. I have some of the best weed around. Wanna get baked with me? I as going to get stoned tonight for my solo sex session anyway. Wanna smoke some with me?" I hadn't smoked weed since college. Afterwards I was too aware of my political ambitions to do it again. However, our state had just recently legalized it. "Sure," I said boldly. "What the fuck!" "That's right, Billy. You should kick off your sneakers and socks. Make yourself comfortable. We can go for a cool swim later." That sounded great, and soon my bare feet were on the Alpaca rug on the floor. It felt so good. No wonder he walked around barefoot all the time. Kurt came back with a small bong. "This is some good shit. Ever hit a bong?" he asked with a grin? "In college. But show me how again," I said. Kurt curved his arm around and took a hit. I saw the impressive cut on his biceps and was suddenly aware of just how ripped my bud was. "Damn, Kurt. You are looking good! You're at the perfect stage of fitness," I said with true admiration. But then I suddenly added, "Damn, that sounded so gay. Sorry man." He handed me the bong. "Thanks, Billy. You are too. Look at those abs and those pecs. Fucking nice man," he said laying his palm on my chest. I felt the tingle go to my groin again as I inhaled the smoke deeply. "And Billy? Let's drop those stupid labels. Straight, gay, bi, who cares?" He took another hit, and I did another. In a few minutes I was completely high --- and aroused. I looked over to Kurt and saw his loose shorts were tented with a huge erection. Obviously, he wasn't wearing underwear. He reached down and squeezed my hard cock through my shorts and underwear. "Looks like someone has a stiffy here" he said with a smile in his voice. In my stoned mind, I knew that sounded familiar. Oh yeah! He said the same thing to my son. But damn, my dick felt terrific being groped like that. "Want to beat off, Billy? We can have that circle jerk you never had. You wanna?" Kurt said with the eagerness of a kid. "Fuck yeah," I said surprising myself. "Hell yeah, bud. Kick those shorts off, and I will be back with some lube. I peeled down my shorts and underwear and kicked them off. It felt so naughty and incredibly sexy to be naked. I stood up and my seven incher stood proudly erect in front of me. Kurt returned naked with his own dick wagging back and forth as he walked. He came back with a white plastic jar with blue writing on it. "Damn, Billy. You have a fucking nice dick," he said sitting next to me on the couch. "What is that stuff?" I asked "It's Albolene, the best jerk off lube ever," Kurt said. "My wife used to take her makeup off with it," I noted. "Wrestlers lather themselves in it," Kurt said as he dipped his fingers in the jar. Suddenly I nearly flew off the couch as I felt his hand on my hard cock. No hand on my penis ever felt so good. What was going on?" "Fuck, Kurt. That feels incredible," I said as his slick hand moved up and down my rigid shaft. "Just enjoy it. Let me beat you off. When you are ready, dip into jar and start beating me off," he said in a sexy, low voice. I just moaned and felt the electric sensuality of each stroke. Kurt kept talking in that low voice. "Remember that weekend of the fire. You eventually called to ask if Alex could stay with me for the whole weekend. You were so busy with the crises. Well, little eight year old Alex had his first dry cum from my fingers that day. It felt like yours does now. Well, not the same. With little boys you can't used your whole hand. You use three fingers like this," he said changing the masturbation to two fingers and a thumb. That felt excellent too. "So your son having discovered how excellent it felt to cum wanted more. About five minutes later, he was rubbing his hard little boy dick on my leg. He asked me if I wanted to play with it again. So I did, but this time I started touching other parts of his body. Part of enjoying your body is to find your erogenous zones. So I pinched his tits like this." With that he lightly pinched one of my nipples. Damn! It was like a straight current to my hardon. Kurt laughed as we watched my cockhead flooded with precum. "Like daddy, like son I see," he said adding another hand to my tits. I moaned with bestial pleasure Kurt wiped his hands clean and moved behind the couch. He reached over me and started running his fingertips all over my body, causing a cascade of sexual electricity. He moved to in front of me again and got on his knees. He stroked my thighs and my feet and I moaned and dripped precum like a fiend. "That's it, buddy. Let go and enjoy," he said as he started lightly playing with my nuts. "So far you are wired just like your boy," Kurt said. "It must be genetic. Not every boy is the same," he said. He reached for more lube, and in my stoned haze I thought. Wait! Did he just said he has done other boys. Oh, he must mean Trevor. Or has he done more? Kurt's hand returned lubed and started rubbing the area under my balls. It was amazing. He kept going further, and soon I realized he was headed towards my hole. I had to stop him, but then again a part of me wanted it. No, desperately needed it! Before I could say anything, Kurt reached under my knees and pulled my ass off the edge of the couch. Then his lubed finger returned down my taint, further and further until, OH YEAH, it touched my asshole. I am not gay and have never been with a man or even fantasized about one, but his lubed finger running around and around on my hole was like a whole new dimension opening in my life. Kurt laughed and said in a low deep voice, "MMM yeah. You like that. So do Trevor and Alex. I remember when I first slid my finger up your son's boyhole, he dry cummed so hard on my finger." With that he digitally penetrated me. "There you go, Billy. A nice finger up your fuck hole. Part of a full masturbatorial lesson is to understand there are two ways to cum. One from your dick, and one from your ass. He suddenly slipped another finger beside the first one and twisted it. I couldn't talk, and just drooled. "Feel that, boy?" Kurt asked. "That's your prostate or boy button as we call it in this house. My ass exploded with a deep, incredible, foreign sensation. Fuck, I was reacting like my wife used to when I would rub her clit. What the hell? "The second orgasm I gave your little boy was from two fingers up his ass. You like that, Billy boy? You like me rubbing you deep in your ass, right on your boy button?" I was past all sense, consumed with lust and sensation. I just nodded. He pulled his fingers out leaving my hole twitching with desire. Kurt smiled triumphantly. He stood and liberally coated his fat eight inches. I admire this handsome man with his tight abs and muscled limbs. Then he grabbed my kneed and hoisted my ass up to his dick level. "But the favorite way your little boy likes to cum, is riding my big pedo dick," Kurt growled as he put his dickhead on my hole. With skilled precision, he slid his monster cock up my ass chute. I groaned and drooled. It hurt, but the pleasure made it totally worth it. Kurt moved his mouth to my ear and whispered. "Alex slept naked with me that night and every night that week. While you were managing a crisis, I was sodomizing your son. Trevor joined in. Sometimes I would go from Trevor's ass to Alex's. Sometimes from my boy's ass to your son's mouth. Does that turn you on?" he asked huskily? I moaned, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him with a passion I have never felt in my life. I was so turned on, it felt like my body was a big throbbing dick. "Fuck yeah, boy. I am pansexual. I like women, men, and children. I must say I have thoroughly enjoyed fucking your little boy these last six months. I have taught him to be a very good cocksucker too. He can throat my full eight inches. I bet that is something you two have in common" He moved in and kissed me deeply while he slowly fuck in and out of my ass. The he moved to my ear and ran his tongue on the inside before whispering to me again. "I want to share the incredible lust of pedosex with you, boy. I want to show you how sexy it is to suck little hairless boy to a dry cum," he said all of this in a low, hypnotizing voice. For awhile he spent several ecstatic minutes rubbing the flange of his dick against my boy button. Kurt kissed me deeply again, and then pulled off and spit in my mouth. "I always knew you were a latent gay boy. The way you hungrily looked at me. But I also suspected you were a latent pedo too. I am not sure if you are a boy fucker or just a boy sucker, but time will tell. Feel my big, boy-fucking dick up your hole. Feel it unlocking your sexuality which you have repressed for years. Nothing beats freeing yourself to do everything your dick wants." Kurt pulled out and put me face down over the edge of the couch. I didn't resist him because I was so stoned, and let's admit it, I was turned on too much. "Now,boy, listen closely to everything I say with each of my fuck thrust. Everything I am going to say is absolutely true. If you cum within ten fuck strokes then I will know for sure you are a certified pedophile." Kurt entered me again with one long, delicious plunge. "One. I am not sure who it enjoyed it more: me licking your boy's hairless armpits or him lapping up my sweaty, hairy ones." He pulled his fat cock almost out and then thrust it back down to his bushy pubes. "Two. Boys can't cum, but they can piss. I think you will become addicted to drinking boy piss.." He pulled out again once more, for the hundredth time, he rubbed my boy button making me insane with lust. "Three. Men and boys are going to sit on your face, and you are doing to lick our cracks and tongue fuck our hole. Your boy has cum many times with me sucking on his hairless fuck hole." I whimpered and drooled as he pulled out. Kurt caught some drool on his thumb and put it in my mouth which I sucked greedily. Then he slammed his pedo dick back to the pubes. "Four. I have made several pornos of your kid and my kid. I will enjoy tying you up and masturbating you while we watch those perverted kiddie pornos." He slowly pulled out and rubbed a fraction of an inch back and forth across my hypersensitized prostate. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and slapped me across the face. Not too hard but enough to make my achingly hard penis quiver. What was happening to me? "Five. My Uncle Chip is also a pedophile. He fucks your boy often. Uncle Chip especially likes to gag the little slut on his huge man cock. I bet you will like choking on it too, faggot." He thrust hard into me like he wanted to push his penis deeper than it had ever gone before. His pubes ground into my upper ass crack. "Six. In fact, a total of five men have sexually penetrated your son. Did I mention he is a slut? He languidly pulled completely out and then pushed back in with a silky, incredibly pleasurable move. "Seven. Alex called me this morning and told me he told you I taught him how to beat off. That's why I put X and a little T in our cocktails. Nothing like that combo to bring out one's true sexual nature." He put the full weight of his muscled body on mine and punch thrust into me. "Eight. I am in control here. From now on you live to serve me sexually, boy. We are going to have so much fun exploring your sexuality, you faggot pedo." With his final thrust, I came like a fucking teenager. It was without a doubt the best orgasm I ever had. Kurt groaned and buried his big dick all the way inside of me before shooting gob after gob of pedo seed in my hole.