Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2023 02:26:31 +0000 From: Urbuddynick Subject: Beating Off Chapter Three Beating Off Chapter Three 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. To say that I was plunged into a strange new world would be an understatement. My neighbor and best friend had in a matter of days taken me out of my shell and dropped me into a land of carnal delights. At thirty-five I was finally discovering why everyone was so crazy about sex! Before I thought it was fun, but then I found out it was the most exquisite pleasure possible. I thought I might hate Kurt controlling me, but he did it lightly. And, fuck, I had never been so aroused or sexually contented. So, I followed his lead and jumped cock first down the sexual rabbit hole. I have to admit that Kurt was right about me hiding out from life. I worked hard to be physically fit, but I covered it up so no one else would notice. I worked long and hard at my job partly because I am dedicated, but now I realize I was using it to avoid uncomfortable things like sex. Under Kurt's guidance, my hair was cut, and my pubes and balls were shaved smooth. He told me not to shave, and soon a beard began to sprout. Suddenly people were looking at me with desire. At first it was uncomfortable, but then it became thrilling. Kurt sensed this and took hundreds of nude pictures of me. Sometimes I was hard or masturbating, sometimes soft. In his bed at night, he would show the pictures on his big screen TV: Me naked putting on boots, wearing just a jock, or spreading my hairless asscrack and showing my fuckhole. (See? Even by then I was already referring to my anus as a fuck hole.) It was weird, but I would beat off to pics of myself. I will also admit that I enjoyed being told what to do by Kurt. I got off on him taking control. It made my dick hard, and it took the responsibility away from me. Deep down I knew that as an adult I was still accountable for my actions, but obeying him was just too thrilling to stop. During sex, he was rough and verbally abusive. He slapped me, pulled my hair, spit on me, and hurled a stream of verbal abuse. I would blush, and bone, and drop to my knees in subservience. "Suck my fat, fucking dick, you faggot. Yeah, you're loving that meat now, huh pig?" Those nasty, sexy words were a power line straight to my cock. He knew me better than I knew myself. This sexy stud showed me that my tits were another direct connection to my penis. He relentlessly twisted, pulled, clamped, and sucked them every chance he could. Kurt used snake bite cups on them to make them bigger. When he first put on the clothespins, I nearly came. I could tell he was skilled at gauging my limits by how he teased the threshold between pain and pleasure. After just a week, they were twice the size they used to be. Aside from sex, however, Kurt behaved in his usual warm and easy-going manner. He kissed me affectionately and urged me to enjoy my time off. His rules were few. He controlled the sex, what I wore, the hard drugs we all used, and the porno we watched. Mostly I felt I was with a sweet, handsome boyfriend. It took some time, however, adjusting to not working. The first few days of vacation, I laid by the pool naked because he wanted me to get an all over body tan. In fact, the first few days he told me to stay naked. At first, I blushed and hid myself from the boys, but after the first day they took it for granted. These rascals were USED to seeing naked men. Kurt generously made his weed and cigars available to me, and I would smoke by the pool and read. I persisted with the cigars, and each time I coughed less. If my parents could have seen me --- naked outside, growing a beard, and smoking tobacco and marijuana --- they would have died from heart attacks. Wanting to help, I started making lunch for us all. Kurt would take a break from his home office, and we ate at the patio table. It was great spending time with my man and the boys. On my first day of vacation, I was made aware of a ritual Kurt and the boys had been doing. During the school year, the bus would drop the boys off at 2:30. Kurt was there to meet them and give them a snack. I always appreciated him doing this and letting my little Alex spend the afternoon there until I got home. What I didn't know was for the last six months he took an hour and a half break and fucked around with them. "Hey boys, it's two thirty," Kurt announced as he came outside naked. He held a bong and took a big hit. The boys climbed out of the pool, and Kurt handed them the bong. It still shocked me seeing them smoke pot. However when Alex brought it over to me, I took a big hit too. The boys had been swimming naked (another hidden routine), and Kurt motioned for me to join them on a patch of grass shaded by a tree. "Today," Kurt said while opening his smartphone, "you are going to get a taste of our little boys." And so began my pedophile education. True, my son Alex had fucked his tight boy ass on my dick already, but it was during those first few afternoons when I really learned about boy sex. Wrapping my lips around Trevor's two-inch boy dick was so exciting the first time that I came all over the grass. "Fuck yeah, Billy. Still think you're not a pedo?" Kurt asked capturing it all with his phone. I didn't stop sucking to answer but just shook my head no. The perversity of sucking a nine-year-old penis turned me on like a sex drug. Lapping at that bare pubic mounds, and sucking on those utterly hairless boy nuts was incredibly exciting in the intoxicating way breaking taboos are. I remembered a line from the Koran: "All things forbidden are sweet." "Fucking dick pig," Kurt said stroking my hair as I fellated his son. "Man dick, boy dick, no matter, just as long as you have dick in your mouth." Trevor's tummy began to heave, and then he moaned in total pleasure. Fuck yeah! I made the fourth grader cum! Then I moved to my son. "Daddy," Alex sighed. "That feels so good." I sucked vigorously and with passion, desperate to pleasure my beautiful baby boy. Alex sat up and grabbed my ears shuddering when we was enveloped in the ecstasy of a dry cum. Oh man, I thought, I am a fucking pedophile, and I love it! The first day I sucked the boys to four dry cums apiece! Four! I felt cheated that no one showed me the pleasure of multiple orgasms when I was a little boy. Kurt smiled and stroked his hard eight inches while he recorded my first boy sucks. After I stated the boys, he had me lie on my back and sat on my chest. Then he snaked his adult dick down my throat until my nose was buried in his thick black pubes. The hair and size of his cock contrasted deliciously from the boys. He rammed my face hard, skull fucking and choking me. He made gag and cough up long strands of deep-throat spit. Kurt smeared it over my face with his thick meat , slapping my cheeks. The boys watched quietly, and I noticed their soft little members stiffened again. It embarrassed me that the kids were watching me get orally raped, but it also turned me on. Let everyone know I am Kurt's bitch, I thought wildly. My cock bobbed and dripped even as Kurt snarled and buried his dick down my throat and came straight into my stomach. We all looked forward to those afternoon adventures. I found myself checking my watch to see if it was 2:30 yet. "You are one lucky pedo," Kurt said to me by the pool. Occasionally he would bring his phone out and do his business by the pool while I licked and sucked his feet or blew him. He finished his call and watched me suck each of his toes. "Most pedos have limited access to boys, and you have two willing little sluts to play with every day. You are really into it too. I see the way you hungrily lick their hairless armpits and suck their tight, smooth holes. You are a natural born cocksucker for men and boys. I think you can make the boys cum faster from a sucking than I can. Which do you like better, my sweaty man pits or the boys' sweaty smooth pits?" I took my mouth from his foot and answered honestly, "I love them both. The boys' sweat tastes light and clean, and yours tastes salty and manly. Same with your asses. I am gay as fuck, Kurt. I love men and boys." "A fucking faggot pedo," Kurt said with a sneer. "Yes, Sir. I am a fucking faggot pedo," I answered stroking my meat on my knees. "Well, look. It's almost 2:30. What do you say we lick our boys' holes and then fuck them like the nasty sluts they are. Really pound their holes. Wanna do that with me, Billy boy? Want to sodomize our sons like we are raping them? Switch between our boys?" "Fuck yeah, Kurt!" I admitted shamelessly. And we did. On our shaded grassy knoll, we invited the boys to sit on our faces while we licked and tongued their fuck holes. Then we put them on their hands and knees and lubed them up with the special mixture or Albolene and cocaine. "Fuck him hard!" Kurt snarled as he pressed his dripping dickhead against Alex's hole. Then with a mighty thrust, he fucked his pedo fuckmeat into the little slut. "Hell yeah," I bellowed as I plunged deeply into Trevor's tight hole. It felt so good to slam repeatedly into the elementary school boys, our little boys! From time to time, Kurt would pull out, and we would switch holes. It was impossible to say which one was better. The boys took it and got off on it. The lube numbed their pain and allowed them to enjoy the direct pressure applied to their prostrates from our super hard pedo cocks. Our bare penises slammed over and over into our kids' fuckholes. It was exciting to watch my man slam his hairy pubic bones onto the tiny asses of out sons. He wasn't holding back, and the boys had to work not to be smashed into the grass. "Damn, Billy. You may be my pussy boy, but you are no pussy when it comes to raping these little fuck pigs!" Kurt declared while the sweat ran down his sexy hairy body. I flushed with pleasure at being called his pussy boy, and the boys didn't even notice it. They took in his nasty verbal talk during sex in stride, like he was trash talking during a video game. Soon we were all sweating. The boys were covered in that sexy all body sheen which happens when little boys dry cum. Kurt was fond of saying my little Alex was an asspig, and he was! But, I noticed, so was the much more experienced Trevor. It was the hottest thing to make those sexy little hairless boys twitch and spasm over and over from multiple dry cums. It made me feel like a studly pedo. Our dicks probing deeply in their immature assholes were making them cum! I also realized how incredibly thrilling it was to watch another adult fuck my son. Suddenly I wanted to see all sorts of men fuck my boy. Blacks, Latinos, cut, uncut, young and old. Kurt and I began to make out passionately. We could feel the semen churning in our full, shaved balls. Soon we would cum. "Let's seed the sluts," Kurt said panting before sticking his tongue back in my mouth. "Mmmmm," I moaned. With only a few more violent thrusts, we nutted inside our smooth boys. Kurt growled, and I drooled giving testament to the primal nature of our breeding. After we pulled out, the boys rolled over and caught their breaths. Kurt stood up shakily and looked down at the sweaty, cummy kids. "Open your fucking mouths, piglets," Kurt snarled. The two complied, and Kurt grabbed his slimy half-hard meat. It shocked me when a strong stream of hot man piss shot from his bulbous cockhead. With perfect precision, he filled Alex's tiny mouth with his urine before moving over to Trevor. While he filled up Trevor's gullet, Alex swallowed. He repeated the process until he had spent all his liquid waste. My reaction was a familiar one: shock and lust. What a nasty thing to do to a little kid but also how fucking hot. I am not sure what possessed me, but I dropped to my knees and took his piss wet dickhead between my lips. I tasted urine, cum, boy ass, and a hint of the lube. Kurt looked at me and smirked, "Fuck yeah! You're my pig boy, aren't you, Billy?" "Yes, Sir," I said looking him in the eyes. He patted my head and said, "Let's go for a swim, boys." At night I helped Kurt prepare dinner, probably to the delight of everyone because I am at best a mediocre cook. It was only after supper that we allowed the boys to play video games or watch TV. During the day, the boys had an hour of online interactive Spanish classes and some sort of lengthy, vigorous physical activity. If nothing else, I would have them race each other for lap after lap in the pool. We were determined to keep our boys fit. Despite using our boys as fuck toys, we really wanted to raise our boys to be healthy and balanced. I was initially quite concerned that I was messing up my son psychologically. Then I remembered Chip started fucking Kurt when he was in the first grade, and today Kurt was one of the best people I knew. I began to realize the societal propaganda which claims that being started sexually as a kid ruined their lives was not entirely true. Afterall, we only hear about the situations where it was unwanted or done poorly. We never hear from the perfectly well-adjusted kids who thoroughly enjoyed the sex. I am convinced that this happens much more than most people imagine. During summer, the boys had to be in bed by ten. Alex slept in the guestroom, and Trevor in his own. They had the reverse arrangement at my house. In fact, Trevor left some of his things in there for his frequent visits. "Maybe they should sleep together like us," I suggested to Kurt in bed one night. "No. I don't want them messing with each other or any other boys. I don't remember the name of the story, but I read a Nifty story once where the narrator declared, `Boys are for men only!' I completely agree. They are our fuck toys. Boys are meant to be fucked and used by men," Kurt said firmly. He kissed me and said softly, "And since you are my boy, Billy, what don't you sit that bubble butt on my mouth before I fuck you." Eagerly I scrambled around and obeyed. In the mornings, the boys would pour their own cereal and partake of the fruit I cut up for them the night before.. Kurt would make us smoothies and then go off to work wearing a pair of baggy shorts. "I am surprised you don't work naked," I said one time. "I have tried it, but it's not a sexy as you think. I like being a nudist occasionally, but if you are naked all the time, the thrill of getting undressed is lost. Speaking of which, when you go to the park and grocery store today, I want you to wear this," he said pointing to the apparel on the table. He laid out exactly what he wanted me to wear each day. That morning it was a pair of very loose, lightweight sports shorts. They were perforated all over with tiny holes, and with the sunlight behind you, the perfect shadow of one's dick showed. My tee shirt, however, was very tight and showed off my pecs, biceps, and by then my rather large nipples. In the grocery store, I was approached by several women wanting help with something from the top shelf or asking my opinion on the best peanut butter. I made sure to smile and flirt with them the way Kurt wanted me to. Later at the park, I was cruised by a number of men while Alex and Trevor played on the swings and jungle gym. I sat on top of a picnic table and smoked a cigar. The sexual attention I received would have sent me running a week before, but now I was beginning to enjoy it. There was one attractive older man who I wanted to follow into the forest and suck off, but I had to stay with the boys. Afterall, a pedo might try to abduct them, I thought with a chuckle. Those two would certainly surprise him. Thinking about another pedo fucking the boys made my cock chub in those flimsy shorts. I am a perv I thought with a laugh. I remember that first night, Kurt told me that five pedos had penetrated my son. I knew there was Kurt, his Uncle Chip as well as the muscle bear barber named Jack. I asked Kurt who the other two were, and he replied cryptically, "All in good time." In bed Kurt would show me snippets of his homemade kiddie porn. I was thoroughly aroused when he showed a video of him giving Alex a bath a few months after we first met three years ago. The boys were in first grade and were sharing a bubble bath. Kurt washed them and played with their toy boats and rubber Pekachu. Lucious Trevor left the bath because he said he had to poo. Kurt told him to use his bathroom because he didn't want to stink the place up. My beautiful little Alex looked up innocently at Kurt. "Let's get you washed up," Kurt said. He took the bubbles and rubbed my boy's belly before sliding his fingers into his groin. My little slut was hard with an even smaller cock than he has now. Kurt rubbed it on the pretext of washing it. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Yah," Alex said with a vigorous nod. Kurt smiled and kept rubbing and rubbing. I could tell Alex was close when suddenly Trevor ran back naked into the bathroom. "I only had to fart," he said. They all laughed. Kurt could be seen turning off his phone. "I came close to making him cum," he said to me. "That had to wait for nearly three years." Then he tied my hands behind my back and showed me the video where he first beat off my son to climax. I will say that Kurt was a truthful narrator. Alex fell through the ice, and Kurt rubbed him to warm him up and then get him off. Watching his first dry cum at the hands of this pedo I adored, made me nearly cum. Kurt beat me off slowly with Albolene while I watched. I nearly came again when he made Alex have an anal orgasm from fingering him. Occasionally Kurt would look at the camera and stick his tongue out obscenely. My seven inches were leaking like a stream. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed seeing another man introduce my prepubescent son to sex. The third time Kurt made Alex dry cum anally, I shot a huge load all over Kurt's masturbating hand. "I am going to have a few pedo buddies over next week," Kurt said untying me. "I want to show them the video of Trevor's and Alex's first fuck. I want to get off watching you watch these pedos beating off to our son's defilement. Sound good?" "Fuck yeah," I said honestly. "Right on," Kurt said with a smile. "Hey. I got a text from Zach, your lawn boy. He wants to come over tomorrow and discuss mowing my lawn. He's doing your yard beforehand, and it's the last lawn he has for the day. Hell yeah. The game is afoot. I will knock off from work midday tomorrow," he said texting Zach back. "I am inviting him to come swimming afterwards." "Hell yeah," I said surprising myself at my phrasing and enthusiasm. "Let's plot this out," Kurt said with a grin. He called the boys in and asked what they knew about Zach. "He's nice," Alex offered. "He has two younger brothers. One is eleven who won't speak to me because he thinks I am a baby. Then his other brother is seven." "Yeah, the youngest boy is named Georgie, I think. He's in the second grade," Trevor added. "What about his parents?" I asked. "The mom is a single mom if I remember correctly." "Yeah," Trevor said conspiratorially. "Kenny Kiltner said Zach's dad is in jail. Some of the older boys were teasing Zach about it." "That's mean," said Alex indignantly. "Yes, it is, Alex," Kurt said. "Zach is coming over tomorrow to talk about mowing our lawn like he does for Billy and Alex's yard. We are trying to see if Zach will want to play our special games, but we have to be super careful. You guys want to help?" The boys eagerly agreed. Later a computer search revealed Zach's dad went to jail for three years for severely injuring a woman while driving drunk. "I wonder if he needs the money to help his mom," Kurt said. "It's sad about his dad, but single moms make for easier access to their sons. If his brothers are as cute as Zach is, then we may have struck a pedo goldmine." The next day Kurt laid out my clothes for the day. The shirt was merely a collar and a hem and in between it was a loose mesh which showed off my torso as if I had no shirt. Kurt smiled as he put on the snake bite cups enlarging my swollen tits even more. The shorts he chose seemed way too small, but the cloth expanded when I slipped them on. Even then they barely covered my package the outline of which was clearly visible. I hang four inches soft, and I was nowhere near soft. Kurt surveyed the look and then pulled them down a fraction of an inch so my smooth pubes showed as well as the root of my shaved dick. Looking in the mirror, my bubble butt was clearly defined. "Seriously?" I asked. "Yeah, seriously. The fucker has already seen the other end of your cock, now it's time for him to see the root of it." Kurt just wore a pair of loose white shorts which contrasted nicely with his dark furry torso. We were both barefoot and half hard. "Time to bake some cookies," my man said as he searched the refrigerator before finally pulling out a small jar. "This is some wonderful marijuana butter. With a little ecstasy mixed in, it will do the trick. The way Zach was gawking at your drooling dickhead tells me he is ready for the next level. He just needs the right environment." Kurt hummed as he rolled out the dough and cut five big cookies in the shape of a star. He put them in the oven and then made frosting with lots of sugar in it. "You have to hide the flavor," he said. After he added some food coloring, he took me to the living room with the bowl. He clicked on the TV and started playing a kp clip of a muscle guy with a huge dick fucking deep into a very small hairless boy. Of course, we were both hard. "Jerk off, Billy boy. We need to add our secret ingredient," he said as it suddenly dawned on me what he meant. We furiously stroked our penises while we watched this boy (fuck!! was he even in school yet?) ride a massive adult fuck tool. The clip was only four minutes long, but it was enough for both of us to sperm two lusty loads into the frosting. Kurt whistled as he mixed up the frosting and slathered it on the sugary stars. Then he took another portion of the frosting, added some red food coloring, and piped out the K, B, A, T, and Z on each cookie. "Now everyone has their own cookie," Kurt said with satisfaction. I heard the lawnmower start over in my yard, and I knew Zach was cutting my yard. I opened the secret gate in between and told him to come over when he was done. "Perfect. Let me make the lemonade," Kurt said. He made a big pitcher and (why am I still shocked?) pulled his dick out and pissed about a half cup's worth. "Down," he said, and I sank to my knees. I knew what he wanted, and I wrapped my lips around his meaty dickhead as he began to urinate in my mouth. It tasted pretty much like water, but it sure boned me hard. What a nasty pig I was becoming I thought as I got to my feet. Zach came through the secret gate looking adorable in his loose tee and shorts. He was wearing tennis shoes with no socks. The sun had burned his freckled cheeks and snub nose a bit. Kurt waved with one hand while his other arm was on my shoulder. "Hi, Mr. Anders, Mr. Nelson" he said shyly. Kurt motioned for him to have a seat next to him. I sat in a chair across from them. "Hey, Zach. Good to see you. We made cookies for everyone. Can you guess which one is yours?" Zach laughed when he picked up the big star cookie with a red Z on it. I swear I nearly came when he bit into it and unknowingly tasted Kurt's and my pedo seed. Fuck, that is depraved and hot, I thought. A wet spot the size of a quarter appeared when Zach sipped the lemonade. "Hey, did you remember to bring your suit?" I asked. "Yeah. I wore it under my shorts," Zach said. "Excellent," Kurt said. Kurt peppered him with questions about his lawn service, family, and school. "What grade will you be entering this year?" "Eighth. Not looking forward to it. I am so glad it is summer," Zach said almost draining his drink. I refilled it. "Are you saving up for something with all of this lawn work?" I asked. He looked uncomfortable, "My mom is working extra shifts at the call center, and I wanted to help out." "What a good son you are!" Kurt said. "I understand your mom is single which makes you the man of the house." "Yeah," he said blushing. I could see why Kurt loved to make me blush. Watching this cute but awkward teen turn red made my dick tingle. Hey, babe. How much are you paying him?" Kurt asked. The babe took me by surprise as well as Zach. He looked at him and then me. "Ten bucks a week," I replied. "Babe," he said like it was baaaaabe. "We can do better than that. Let's do twenty for your lawn and twenty for mine. You can mow them both on the same day and then go swimming afterwards." "Oh, wow. Thanks," Zach said. Then he asked, "Are you two married?" "We were married. Billy's wife died several years back, and mine divorced me," Kurt said looking the kid in the eyes. "Now Billy and I are just friends," he said pausing for effect before adding, "with benefits." Kurt grinned and winked at the boy. Zach blushed deeply and stammered, "Oh. I see." "But we are keeping it on the down low," Kurt added conspiratorially. "Everyone is fluid these days, and I still like women. Like Wanda Jenkins down the street. Know here?" Wanda Jenkins was a slut with size D breasts. It didn't surprise me Kurt had fucked her. Zach blushed again, "Oh yeah." Kurt laughed, "Of course you do. Her tits are enormous." The two laughed at that. He turned to me and said, "Babe, would you mind giving me one of your famous foot rubs? My feet are killing me." Here we go, I thought. I was nervous but excited. "Sure, babe," I replied. I stood up and felt my shorts slip a bit. Fuck! I am sure he could see my smooth pubes and at least an inch of my dick root beneath my abs. I got on the ground and took a foot in my hand. Kurt lifted his other foot and put it on my chest. He kept chatting casually with the boy. I worked his foot over with my hands and thumbs a bit anxious about doing what Kurt had ordered me to do next. I took a deep breath and lowered my mouth to his foot. I licked his sole thoroughly not daring to make eye contact with either one of them. Finally, I put his big toe in my mouth and sucked it. I made sure to show how my tongue wrapped around his toes and sucked them. Soon his foot was glistening with my spit. I glanced up at Kurt and through my peripheral vision, I saw Zach gawk and blush again. I took his toe out of my mouth and said, "If you ever want one of my foot massages, Zach. Just ask." The soon to be eighth grader blushed again. "Ah, thanks Mr. Nelson. I will keep that in mind." On cue, Trevor and Alex came out on the patio. "Hey, boys," I asked standing up. "How was the Spanish session?" "Muey Bien," Alex responded pulling off his shirt. "Hi, Zach," Alex said. "I hear you are going to go swimming with us." "Yeah, little dude. It's hot out today," Zach said pulling off his tee shirt. I loved his immature chest and flat belly. Before Zach even got his tennis shoes off, the boys were naked and jumping into the pool. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Kurt said. "When it is just guys around, the boys don't wear suits. Feel free to do it yourself. It's fun to skinny dip." Kurt said. "Thanks, Mr. Anders," he said pulling his shorts off. Underneath was a red speedo which is the next best thing to being naked. "Please use the bathroom inside if you have to pee. And dry off before you go in," I said. "You betcha, Mr. Nelson," Zach said before jumping in the pool still wearing his speedo. We went inside, and Kurt said, "Well done, boy. You like being my pig? Huh? You like serving a nasty pedo man? I mean, Zach was mesmerized by your licking my feet. It was such sexual and perverted thing to do in front of a child." It was my time to blush, but I also pulled out my hard dick and stroked it. "Yes, Sir. It was very hot doing that in front of a boy who just got out of seventh grade. It turned me on so much." "Those shorts are great. A couple of inches of your dick root were exposed, and I am sure he didn't miss the wetspot either. But he didn't run away which is a good grooming sign. On some level he is excited. Now we just need to give the X and weed an hour to work its magic. Meanwhile, suck my dick, boy!" I slobbered on his meat while I jacked my pre-slick dick like a madman. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Serving my Man. The weed and X were beginning to get us high, and Kurt used the opportunity to choke me on his dick and spit on my face. He pulled out before cumming and told me to stop jerking my meat. We went to his bedroom and looked out the window at the pool. The boys were splashing and laughing, riding blow up dolphins. Our sons looked so sexy swimming naked around the older teen. I could see my little boy sort of humping the plastic dolphin with his deliciously smooth groin. At one point Zach got out of the pool to dive back in, and his erection was clearly visible through the wet fabric. "Oh yeah," Kurt said with satisfaction. "Zach is all boned up and feeling good. Even if we don't score today, he will be back. Let's see if we can get his brothers to come too." "You were mentioning having a pool party for the kids in the neighborhood and their parents. This would be a good way to meet everyone and get the trust of their parents," I said. "Now you are talking like a pedo!" Kurt said grabbing a cigar and lighting it. He handed a maduro to me, and I lit it up skillfully. Damn, I was changing, and I liked it. About twenty minutes later, Zach peeked his head in the door and said, "I have to pee. I think I am dry enough." Kurt appeared and said, "You look dry enough. Down the hall on the right." When he returned, I said, "I hope the boys aren't bothering you." "No. No. They are fun. I have younger brothers too," he said. I could tell from the size of his pupils that he was stoned, and his dick was half-hard. "I am having a neighborhood pool party soon. I would love to have your mother and brothers come too," Kurt said. "That would be awesome, Mr. A. My brothers love to go swimming. Uh, can I have a glass of water?" the cotton mouthed stoned boy said. "Sure. Come with me," I said, and the near naked boy padded off to the kitchen with me. I poured him a big plastic glass of the fridge chilled water. "Thanks for drying off thoroughly. One, you can slip on the Spanish tiles when they are wet, and two, Kurt has a lot of exotic things here that could get messed up from water." "Yeah, this place is cool. Like being at Epcot or something," he said before taking a long drink of water. Zach looked me in the face and stammered, "Uh, Mr. N., did you, uh, mean it when you said you would, uh, give me a foot massage?" My dick twitched at those words. "Of course he did," Kurt declared putting his bare arm around the boy. "His foot massages are the best. He never finished mine. Hey, babe, why don't you give us both one?" "Sure, babe," I responded. Let's sit on the couch. Let's put a towel underneath you because you look damp," Kurt said leading the boy to the couch where Kurt took my anal cherry." The teenager sat next to Kurt on an alpaca fur. Kurt draped an arm over the boy's bare shoulders. The stoned boy blushed and giggled as I sat my ass on the floor. "OK, now put both of your feet on his chest. Hey, babe. Why don't you take of the shirt? The mesh is uncomfortable on the soles." I peeled it off, and I could see Zach eyeing my body dreamily. "Yeah, now put your feet on his chest. He did, right on my swollen nipples. This caused me to moan slightly. We were all high and horny now. I grabbed a foot and began to work it with my hands and thumbs. The stimulation along with the drugs made Alex moan. "That feels so good Mr. Nelson," Zach cooed. Kurt pulled him closer to him. "Just lean back and enjoy it. Close your eyes if you like." Zach lay back and relaxed. I lifted his foot and began to lick the soles. The boy giggled slightly but then sighed when I started sucking his toes. I looked at Kurt who returned my gaze with a smile and a wink. I sucked each digit and licked and kissed his foot. I shoved half of his foot in my mouth and let my tongue caress it. The boy grew eager and pressed his other foot onto my cheeks and nose. Now both of his feet were rubbing my face or being eagerly sucked and worshiped with my tongue. I could feel the sexual urgency of his moves as if his horniness traveled through his body to his feet. Kurt noticed that Zach's speedo was tented and put his hand on his bare thigh right below the flimsy swimsuit. The boy's eyes flew open as he looked at my sexy, hairy man. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Kurt asked squeezing his thigh. "Oh yeah, Mr. A. My feet were hurting from all the lawns I mowed," he said leaning into the man sitting next to him. Kurt let his fingers stray and reached the red fabric of his speedo. I was so fucking hard as I moved to Zach's other foot into my mouth. The teen's stomach tensed, and he took in a deep breath. With his thumb, Zach started rubbing the kid's dickhead through the speedo. Kurt leaned in and ran his tongue around his ear. "Ohhhh, wow," Zach said squirming. "You like that, buddy?" Zach asked softly as he started running his fingers up and down the cloth covered cock. "Oh yeah. That feels so nice!" Kurt said resting his head on Kurt's furry chest. "Why don't you slip that speedo off and let Billy show you how good his mouth feels between your legs?" Kurt said before sticking his tongue in the boy's ear. "Oooh," Zach cried. Then he lifted his ass and pulled the speedo down. I took it the rest of the way off. The young teens dick curved upwards, and it excited me. It was twice the size of our boys at a little more than four inches. There were maybe just enough pubic hairs to match his tender age, and his balls were smooth and pink. I pulled my shorts off and got on my hands and knees. I started licking his legs, moving slowly up to this bare thighs. His teen boner throbbed, "I've never done this before," Zach said with a trace of anxiety. "That's cool. We like teaching boys," Kurt said before leaning in and kissing him. Zach kissed back eagerly as I painted his inner thighs with my tongue. Kurt pulled his tongue out and said, "And don't worry. We will keep this on the down low. What happens here, stays here." "Thank you, Mr. A.!" the boy gratefully said to the pedophile molesting him. I leaned in and started licking those smooth, very pink nuts. Zach squirmed and moaned, and when I started lapping slowly up his hard cock, a stream of pre ran down onto my tongue." "Fuck!" Zach yelled out. "Sorry," he said suddenly. "It's perfectly fine to say fuck in this house. But I think the best words now is suck," Kurt drawled as he looked to me. I moved up and swallowed the young teen's cock. It tasted of chlorine and precum, and I used all of my newfound skills on him. I wanted his first blowjob to be something he beat off to when he was an old man. Kurt stroked my hair and dueled his tongue with the young slut. "Oh god!" Zach gasped. "I'm going to shoot." "Just let it happen. Shoot your studly load into my boyfriend's mouth." I don't know what excited me the most, the copious load of teen sperm or Kurt referring to me as his boyfriend. My mouth filled with almost twice what Kurt usually shot into my mouth. Gotta love those horny adolescents! "Hold it," Kurt said. I stood, now naked and hard, and leaned into Kurt. I kissed him and transferred the boy's seed into his mouth. Then Kurt lowered his handsome, bearded face to the boy and kissed him with his own sperm. Zach gasped but kissed passionately. I didn't torture the kid's spent cock too much with a tongue cleanup on his now sensitive organ. It was sexy seeing it softening covered with spit and cum. I just took the boy's virginity, I thought with a thrill. Kurt, the only one of us wearing shorts, stood up and went to a desk in the corner. "Hey, Zach. You like to smoke weed?" the pedophile who sneaked weed into his cookie asked. Zach beamed. "Yeah. My buddy Arizona taught me how to use his vape pen. That's super cool." "Would that be Arizona McCoy," Kurt asked. "Ugh, yeah. On the down low though," he said a bit anxiously. "Always on the down low, my friend. In my house sex, drugs, tobacco, nudity, and swearing are allowed. The only rule is what happens here stays here. Oh, and I know your friend Arizona quite well. He's a buddy of mine. He's, what? A junior in high school now? I met him when he was in the third grade. Nice to know he is helping out his junior high school friends with weed," Kurt drawled. "I use the flower bud of marijuana instead of the oil. It seems more natural. Have you ever used a bong?" "No. But I have seen it in movies," he replied. While his attention was with Kurt giving him instructions, I took his speedo and hid it under a rug. I loved seeing that boy, the fucking kid who mowed my lawns!, naked. Zach turned out to be a real pro with the bong, and soon the smoke added to the cookie was setting us flying. Kurt put his arm around the naked boy and said, "I really like you, Zach. You are something special and very handsome." The kid blushed adorably. "Thanks, Mr. A. You and Mr. N. have the hottest bodies. You look like superheroes," the stoned boy gushed. "Thanks, Zach," Kurt said. "Would you like to see and touch our bodies?" "Uh, I didn't want to seem too thirsty, but yeah I do," he said and then added, "Fuck yeah I do." "Fuck yeah," I replied and Kurt echoed with a, "Fuck yeah." I stood up and stood in front of the naked boy. My seven inches stood out straight from my smooth groin. My dickhead was wet." "Damn, Mr. N. I never knew you were so ripped. I love how smooth you are all over. I bet you would look good covered in oil," the doped-up lad enthused. I trembled when he traced my abs with a finger all the way down to my shaved pubic mound. My dickhead dripped a long line of pre when he squeezed my obscenely swollen nipples. "How about me?" Kurt asked standing up and dropping his loose shorts. His dick, an inch longer and thicker than mine, sprang out from a taut, hair body. Zach stuck out his other hand and started running through his fur. "You guys must spend all the time at the gym," he said admiringly. "You both have that V shape thingy that really shows off yours abs." "It's called on Adonis belt or an Apollo belt," Kurt said watching Zach trace that sexy v line. "And we only exercise an hour a day, every day. We have a gym set up in the basement. If you want, we could get you into body building." "Really? That would be amazing," he said looking directly at Kurt's hard and throbbing member. "You like the look of my dick?" Kurt asked. Zach nodded. "I would love for my dick to be the first dick you sucked. That would mean a lot to me," Kurt said softly with an engaging vulnerability and a warm intimacy. No wonder this man gets laid a lot, I mused. "Yeah?" Zach asked moving closer. "I want to try everything sexually, so fuck yeah," he said as he took the pedo's dickhead into his mouth. Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. "That is so sweet, Zach. I am such a lucky guy." I beat off slowly watching this boy get his first experience at sucking a dick. Kurt was my first cock too, I thought. I wondered how many men and boys he had talked into blowing him. One thing was clear, I thought as I watched the underage boy fellate my boyfriend. This boy likes sucking cock. No tentative licks or begrudging sucks here. He wanted to taste that fucker from root to leaking corona. Not that I blamed him. I was wild about that man's meat. I moved next to Zach and said in his ear, "Look at those fat balls, Zach. Look how full of cum they are." The boy looked at the heavy, sweaty, smooth balls. He tongue came out of his mouth a bit! What a cocksucking slut, I thought. "Lick them slowly. Taste them. And then put each nut in your mouth," I coaxed. The kid nodded, mesmerized and high, and began to lap slowly on the huge, wrinkled ball sack. Kurt shivered and moaned before saying, "Let's take this into the bedroom and really taste each other." That we did. Zach got to lick and kiss our bodies to his ever horny dick's content. I was so excited at this near virgin's mouth on my cock, that I had to sit down while he blew me. There was something so extraordinarily special about being a boy's first sexual encounter. Later we tag teamed him with a pair of pedo tongues tasting his youthful body, deliciously awakened by puberty. It was a different experience from a little boy. The hormones of adolescence add an urgency and depth to the passion. I knew then that I loved males of all ages. We didn't fuck him that day, but we licked and sucked his ass. Kurt even managed to get a specially lubed finger up his hole and found his boy button. However, the experienced pedo in Kurt knew not to push it too far or too fast. We ended with me Kurt sucking and fingering the boy before swallowing another horny teen load. Zach was thoroughly sated when he walked his lawn mower home with a goofy smile on his face. Over dinner the boys reported to us what they did in the pool. Kurt's instructions were for them to be touchy and frisky and playful but not to have actual sex with them pool. That night in bed Kurt said, "You know that boy Arizona who let Zach smoke his vape pen? I starting fucking him in the third grade. His mom was friends with my wife. Once puberty hit, he started getting wild. I shared him with Jack the barber, and the horny slut eagerly agreed to star in some kiddie porn for Jack's associates. Maybe Zach would want to do that too. It would really help his mom out monetarily. Let's watch one of that whore's videos," Kurt drawled as he turned on the big screen TV. And that was just the first week of summer!