Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2020 09:57:18 -0400 From: Tagen Subject: Life-Changing In these witch hunt days against sexual diversity and QAnon promoting that there is a great big pedo sex market in the US (which apparently only liberals participate in) (and no one has invited me to join, lol) It is more important than ever to support the last bastion of diverse sexual expression and that is the written word. Please support Nifty for all the effort and work they do. tagenhard@gmail.com tagenhard@protonmail.com I'm sorry guys but while this first chapter has some sex elements to it, it ended up being mostly set up for the future chapters. Life Changing 1 by tagenhard The minute I saw him I just knew things were about to change in my life or more correctly in our lives. I don't know why or how I knew, some little itching or nibbling at the back of my brain. The look of him, the smile, the leer as he looked at me just dressed in my thin running shorts. I've seen that look from the gay boys two doors down so I knew what was going thru his mind, but it was confusing because the woman and boy standing along the car he just got out of, I assumed was his wife and son. I lived with my son on a cul-de-sac of only five homes, mine was the first one in on the right and the next one had been for sale for the past three months. Two weeks ago a sold sign went up and today a blue Volvo pulled into the driveway. I was mowing the lawn wearing nothing but my thin running shorts which was my usual attire. Maybe I wanted the attention, maybe I was a show off, I don't know but in my late 20's I was in great shape, even men's health magazine model quality. Well built without being over muscled, big strong chest with a spray of dusty golden hair with pouty dark nipples, flat stomach and since I was free balling, a nice swing of my flaccid cock displayed in my shorts. The car parked and the woman and boy got out of the passenger side of the car. The woman just gave me a nod of acknowledgement and then turned and focused on the house. The boy who looked to be the same single digit age as my son just stood and stared at me. If he had been older I would have described his look as wanton, but that couldn't be in a boy so young. The driver, a man of maybe early 30's, nice looking but average at best in every way, came around the car and made a beeline for me. Big smile on his face and his eyes sweeping over my exposed body. As I said the same look of lust the gay boys in the second house over give me when they see me bare chested. His hand extended as he closed in, "Hi I'm Jack, your new neighbor." He greeted. "Parker." I returned with a neutral smile and a firmer handshake than his grip. The boy was now at his side and he was ogling me like I was candy in a candy store. "This is my son Peter." Jack explained. "This is Mr. Parker our new neighbor." He stated to his son without his eyes leaving my body. "Nice to meet you sir." Peter said. "Are there any other kids on the street?" Peter inquired. "There would only be two." I replied smiling down at him. "My son Tommy and across the way in the brown house is Missy Mae, she's about 8 I guess." I explained. Almost as if he had heard me say his name, Tommy showed up at my side. "Tommy these are our new neighbors. Mr. Jack and Peter." I introduced. "Hi ya." My son Tommy greeted. "Wanna play video games with me?" "Can I dad please?" Peter begged. "We have unpacking to do, see here's the truck now." Jack returned and a moving truck did enter the cul-de-sac. "You really want me to help?" Peter stated back." Jack laughed, "Good point, boys not very coordinated." He said to me. "You go ahead and make a new friend." The boys cheered and Tommy ran into the house with Peter following. "He can stay and play as long as you want him out of the way. I'll feed him lunch to." I offered. "Great thanks, Sarah will actually be grateful to have him out of the way." Jack stated. "I best get going to oversee the movers. Hope to get to know you better later." Jack then turned and headed off to greet the moving men. I returned to cutting the grass and noticed that every time Jack came out of the house he always checked me out. I spent another hour before I finished the full yard front and back and then took a break before finishing the trimming. I knew the boys would be in the basement because that's where the X-box was set up. I collected dirty laundry from my room and Tommy's and headed to the basement where the washer and dryer were. The basement door never made noise when you opened it and the stairs were well padded and carpeted so my footsteps made no announcement of my approach. I found Tommy and Peter sitting on the floor playing some race car game but Tommy was fully naked. Obviously that wasn't the norm for my son so as I walked by them, headed to the laundry room, I just offhandedly commented, "Lose a bet?" The two boys jumped since they didn't realize I was there till I spoke. "Yea." Tommy replied sheepishly. I stopped and looked at them and chuckled, "So the loser had to strip down?" "No actually the loser has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the day." Peter spoke up. "And Tommy lost." He added with a tone of pride. "Hope you don't regret that son, having to do anything he says leaves you open to a lot. How long does he have to stay naked?" "All day." Tommy advised me. "Well good then I can wash these since you wouldn't be wearing them." I commented as I picked Tommy's clothes up and threw them in the laundry basket. Tommy got startled by that realizing he was now stranded naked. I then disappeared into the laundry room and sorted the darks and whites. Tommy walked in with his hands over his privates which I thought his attempt at modesty was cute. "You're not mad?" He asked timidly. "Why should I be mad?" I asked back. "Because we're being kinda naughty." Tommy explained. I started the washer and squatted down and looked squarely at my son. "Sometimes naughty can be fun, but I don't think there's anything naughty in being naked, even though some people will tell you there is. Actually I'm rather proud of you because you lost a bet not knowing what the consequences would be and you so far have been brave and owned up to your responsibility of honoring the agreement." Tommy got a big smile on his face at hearing I was proud of him. "Now of course you have no idea what else he's going to tell you to do, but I have faith in you to do the right thing." Tommy threw his arms around me. "Thanks dad." "Your welcome son and be honest with me, it's kinda fun being naked isn't it?" Tommy let go and blushed but responded that yes it was. He let go of his modesty and dropped his hands to his sides and fully exposed himself to me. "Looking good champ, now go back to your new friend." Tommy returned to Peter and I heard him say "We're good, he's not mad." I told them to have fun and returned to the last of my yard work. It was another 45 minutes when I finally put all the yard work tools away and went back into the house. I showered up and wrapped a towel around myself, then headed to the basement to switch out the laundry. This time I found Peter also fully naked sitting on the couch with Tommy standing about three feet in front of him. Tommy was bent over with his ass facing towards Peter and Tommy was slowly rubbing his finger back and forth over his asshole. I just chuckled softly, Peter's head snapped and looked at me with an expression of apprehension. I just gave him a wink and went into the laundry room. I don't think Tommy heard me or realized I was there because he didn't stop doing what he was doing. I transferred the darks into the dryer and but the whites in the washer, I removed my towel and added it to the load. Then with my cock swinging free in front of me I walked back out into the open room and Peter's eyes got wide and he stared hard at my junk as I walked past him. "Gosh your big." He stated. "Big than some, smaller than others." I returned. Tommy then jumped and twirled around at the sound of my voice. I headed up the stairs as if nothing unusual was going on, but as I did I heard Tommy ask Peter if I had seen what he was doing. Peter said all of it and he didn't care so get back to it. I chuckled to myself Got some house cleaning done and then whipped up some chicken salad and then made sandwiches. I returned to the basement to find Peter laying back on the couch, legs spread and Tommy on his knees between them with his lips fully wrapped around Peters hard little peter. Tommy's head was sliding up and down that short piece of boy meat and seemed to be doing a good job of it. I didn't find myself being upset by it or turned on by it either. It was just what it was, but I realized that Peter had a wicked mind since he was ordering Tommy to do all this. I also thought that Peter was probably sexually active with someone older because I doubted this would have come natural to a boy his age. Peter had his hands on Tommy's head. "There's lunch on the table when your done doing that." I stated simply as I passed them and headed into the laundry room. I noticed Tommy react to the sound of my voice and tried to raise his head up but Peter pushed him back down and held him on his prick. Peter's eyes glanced over to my crotch but showed disappointment when he saw that I had put shorts on. I disappeared into the laundry room, put the darks into the basket and threw the whites in the dryer. Stepping back out into the open room I saw Peter now standing but basically face fucking Tommy. Peter had an expression on his face like he was daring me to stop them. I didn't say a word but headed up the stairs. I tossed the laundry basket on my bed and then went to the kitchen to eat. Opened a bag of chips and sat down as the boys popped into the room, still naked both of them, and they joined me at the table. As we ate we talked and I found out that yes indeed Peter and Tommy were the same age, they had moved there because his mom got a new job downtown at a law office. His dad worked from home writing tech manuals so was always home and more or less responsible for looking after Peter. Peter liked action movies and found math fun. He asked about the other neighbors and I explained that the next house over from his was James and Kevin, he interrupted and asked if they were gay. I told him that yes they were but they were very nice guys. The next house was the Leroy's, Tyrone and Iman with their daughter Missy Mae. I didn't mention that they were black because I didn't think it was important. Then I explained that the last house was Mr. Olson, he was in his seventies and almost never went outside. He tended to spend his days in the house, in his bathrobe, watching TV. "You've been rather quiet." I mentioned to Tommy. He looked to me and blushed. "Sorry dad." He mumbled. "Do you want me to stop this bet?" I asked bluntly. Tommy shifted his gaze to Peter, who made no expression or reaction, then back to me and then looked down at his plate. "No sir." He finally responded. "Then why do you seem so glum?" I inquired. Tommy hesitated and wouldn't look at me till he finally in a soft voice replied. "You saw what I was doing." "Yea, so what, Peter told you to do that I'm guessing and because you lost the bet you were doing it because that was the agreement, right." "Yea but I don't want you to think I'm a bad boy." Tommy mumbled back. "Come here." I ordered but in a nice tone. Tommy got off his chair and came over to me where I picked him up and sat him on my lap. "Now listen, I don't think you're a bad boy, sometimes you're a silly boy, sometimes you're an obstinate boy, which reminds me, Peter if you could order him to clean up his room I'd appreciate it." Peter just scrunched up his nose at that suggestion, I turned my attention back to Tommy. Sometimes you're a naughty boy but more often than not you're a sweet, charming, smart, curious, loving, handsome boy and I love you very much no matter what and I don't want you to worry about me seeing you do these things that Peter is ordering you to do. If anything like I said to you earlier, I'm proud of you for honoring your bet." With that I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. That brought a smile to his face and he seemed to relax and cheer up. "Right, okay then. I'm going to take some sandwiches over to your parents and then go grocery shopping. Can I trust you two to be alone for about two hours?" They both responded yes and finished their lunch as I plated up some food for Jack and Sarah. I put a choice of juice, soda and beer in the picnic basket. The boys cleared their plates and Peter ordered Tommy to clean his room. Tommy groaned but headed off to do as he was told. "Thanks for that." I smiled. "You're really not mad that I'm making Tommy do this stuff?" Peter asked. I reached out and picked him up and sat his naked little ass on the kitchen counter which put us face to face. "No I'm not, I know most fathers would be but I'm not. I think that if Tommy really didn't want to do this then he would have refused or come to me and complained. But he didn't and I think secretly he wants to do this stuff but is afraid of looking like a bad boy so he's using the bet as an excuse as to why he's doing it. Come tomorrow when you can't order him, he might not be so willing." "I guess then I need to do everything I want him to do today." Peter smiled back. "You're a clever boy." I commented. Peter wiggled his finger at me indicating I should lean in closer. I figured he wanted to whisper something but as I moved in he moved his face and planted his lips against mine and pushed out his tongue. I hesitated but then opened my mouth and let the short tongue inside. I placed my hands on either side of his torso and felt the soft warm tender flesh of his youth as I then pushed my tongue into his mouth and we dueled for a few moments. I pulled back and looked into his soft blue eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." "But I liked it." Peter returned. "But I'm the adult here and I should know better." Peter smiled. "It's because you're the adult that I liked it." "Still." Is all I said as I lifted Peter down from the counter. As soon as he was on his feet he reached out and grabbed onto my crotch thru my shorts. "You're not hard." He observed with puzzlement in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders and went to my bedroom, threw on a shirt and shoes and returned to the kitchen. Peter wasn't there anymore and I grabbed the picnic basket and headed next door. The moving van was just pulling away and the front door was open. "Hello" I called out as I stepped into the house. "Just a minute." I heard Jack's voice call back and soon both him and Sarah appeared. "I feed the boys and I have some lunch for you too if you're interested. I made Chicken salad sandwiches and have some chips along with beverages." I explained as I held out the picnic basket. "You shouldn't have gone thru all that trouble." Sarah stated but accepted the basket anyway. "Really no trouble and just to make things easier I will make dinner also, nothing fancy, just some burgers on the grill and side items, Peter sure is a nice boy." I tacked on to change the subject. "Our Peter?" Sarah laughed. "Tommy and him seem to be getting along really well." I advised. "I'm running to the grocery store, I think the boys will be okay by themselves unless you think otherwise." "They should be fine." Jack offered. "Thanks for the lunch break and what time should we plan on being over for dinner?" "Say six." I stated and turned to leave before they could change their minds. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I thought about the kiss on the drive to the store. I have actually been sexually lost the past two years since a drunk driver took my wife away. I haven't dated or had any one night stands, it's just been me and my hand all this time. Now sex has been available but I have ignored it so far. The gay boys Kevin and James have subtlety hinted at their interest and flirted playfully. Kevin works in town but James is a massage therapist with an in home studio and I have been going to him once a month for the past year. He is professional though and has the modesty towel there for me to drape across my mid-section. But he has slowly worked up to getting me relaxed enough that when I'm on my stomach he removes it. Accidentally the first time and he apologized and I said no problem, which I didn't really care, but then more and more he would move it aside as he worked up on to my ass muscles. Now he just takes it off and he has been working his hands deeper into the cleft of my hard ass, where he now makes contact with his fingertips across my asshole. He would put it back before having me roll over onto my back and so far hasn't actually removed it, exposing my cock, but he moves it so it wraps around my cock and he has full access to my hips and balls. I was thinking on the next visit I would just toss it aside as I roll over and let my junk breath free. I'm sure he won't object. I suppose it would be teasing of me to let him finally see what he has only seen swinging in my shorts so far. But I had or have no end game in sight where I hope it leads to him giving me a happy ending, or do I subconsciously. Then there's Tyrone, he's a well-muscled black man and works out more than I do. He goes to some gym a couple days a week whereas I just use my home gym. Now my gym is no light weight set up, it has serious workout equipment and some days Tyrone comes over and we work out together. My basement is divided in two with a wall and a door between the open play room and my gym / work room. I keep the door locked between the two because I don't want Tommy to accidentally hurt himself on my exercise equipment or the saws and power tools I have. Boys can be very curious which can lead to danger. Anyway Tyrone has about two inches on me in height and muscle mass. His chest is larger with very defined powerful pecs and dark, dark nipples. He has that tight curly hair on his chest and an actual six pack going, compared to my just flat stomach. His ass is curvaceous, and I know that sounds gay for me to say that but he does just plain and simple have a well-developed, rounded hard ass. His thighs are thick and muscled and he keeps them shaved for a reason I never asked. When I first mentioned I had a home gym and invited him over to look at it and we started to work out together, we always wore tank tops and shorts with sneakers. However, I free balled right from the start and Tyrone soon followed suit. It's obvious he has a few more inches on me in that department as well. I don't remember who went first but at some point we dropped the tank tops and just worked out in our shorts with our meat swinging free. The sessions took on a homoerotic flair when Tyrone introduced a body oil called Golden Jojoba. He said it was good for the skin and would work it all over his body but asked me to do his back where he couldn't reach. I started to use it also and he would do my back for me so we were now making physical contact. On one occasion he had just finished rubbing himself down and put his hands on my back and started to rub it in. But instead of stopping there he moved onto my arms and commented on how well I was doing with my development and had me flex as he oiled me up. Apparently since I didn't object he felt embolden to go on and was soon oiling my chest and praising my muscles, then he gently covered the stomach and dropped down to my legs and worked his hands up and down. Never came close to my junk but was very intimate with the rest of me. Eventually this became the ritual where we would oil each other from head to foot but skip the under the shorts part. Each time both of our free swinging cocks would plump up but we never spoke of it. Then one day instead of shorts, Tyrone was wearing a jock strap. When I oiled him up I treated him just as if he had shorts on and never touched his ass. When he used the vertical leg press though his ass was on full display and sometimes a glimpse of his asshole flashed. A few times later I went to the jock strap and when Tyrone oiled me up, he didn't hesitate to get his hands full of my ass checks and oil them well. I eventually broke down and worked his hard ass with my oiled hands and I swear each time he would push back and turn up his ass a little almost as if he wanted me to oil in between the cheeks. At some point I tapped into the water in the laundry room and installed an open shower with a rain shower head in the gym / workshop area. I didn't intend to shower naked in front of Tyrone but one time I was running late and needed to run and pick Tommy up from school. I didn't even think about it but I just turned the shower on and stripped down. Tyrone was trying to be discreet but I realized he was checking me out and I didn't shy away from letting him. The next time we worked out together he cut his workout short and without asking he stripped down and showered in front of me. I didn't hide the fact that I checked him out and by the time he was done soaping up his cock and rinsed it, there had to be a good 9 inches of chocolate meat hanging between his legs. He wasn't hard in the traditional sense but it was almost at half-mast and maybe that's all the harder it gets I thought. A few weeks later, with us showering openly in front of each other now a common thing, Tyrone stripped out of his jock strap when he was ready to be oiled up. I oiled everything but did not touch his meat, and that is where we stand now. He gets naked for his oiling, I'm still in my jock strap but I'm sure Tyrone is hoping I will shed that soon and I'm not sure if he then will oil me everywhere. I don't think Tyrone is gay because he doesn't really talk to the gay boys much and when he has to, it's short and sweet. I'm thinking he's bi and only likes muscled men who are straight or bi also. So if I wanted it I know for sure I could get sex from the gay boys and probably could get things happening with Tyrone, but I just haven't. Of course there have been the women at church who have hinted at wanting a date and good meaning friends offering to set me up but that hasn't interested me either. So what about what happened with Peter. I liked the kiss for sure and touching his young body was delightful but it didn't make me hard. I seemed to be sending myself mixed signals and wasn't sure what to make of it. The shopping was done and I was pulling into the driveway, it was almost two hours on the dot. I went into the house and glanced into the kitchen, I noticed the picnic basket was on the counter so either Sarah or Jack had stopped in while I was gone. I'm sure it would have been Jack and I wondered if he sought out the boys to check on them and wondered what situation he found them in. I shed my shirt and shoes and then brought the groceries into the house. After that was put away I went to the basement to find Peter sucking away on Tommy and I was glad that Peter wasn't just using Tommy but reciprocating. "I'm back, just letting you know." I announced. Tommy didn't seem as jumpy this time at getting caught and Peter never stopped sucking. I returned upstairs and put the laundry away and since there was time before I needed to start dinner, I plopped down on the couch and turned on a ball game. It wasn't much longer that the boys suddenly showed up and Peter sat down on my right side and Tommy on my left. I ignored them and watched the game, they sat silently but soon I felt Tommy's hand on my thigh moving slowly upward towards the hem of my shorts. "What's up sport?" I asked without looking at him. "I have to touch your cock." Tommy replied still moving his hand upward. "Cock?" I said puzzled. "I don't think I have heard you use that word before. What does it mean?" Tommy stopped moving his hand, I looked down at him and he looked up to me confused. "It's what men call their wiener." "That's true some men do but I didn't know you knew that word." I stated simply and calmly. "Peter taught me that word, is it bad?" The corner of my mouth turned up in a grin, "No not really, it just depends on where you use it and who you use it in front of." I doubt Tommy fully understood that answer. "Peter ordered me to touch your cock." Tommy explained. "Ah." I expressed, "See here comes the tricky part of a bet. You have to do everything Peter tells you but when he orders you to do something that involves someone else it only works if the other person is willing to join in. Now I didn't lose the bet and so Peter can't tell me what to do and I choose to not let you touch me there now." Tommy removed his hand and looked to Peter lost and unsure what to do now. "How about kissing?" Peter spoke up. I looked over to him and took in the smirk on his face. "I'm guessing you like kissing." I realized that Peter probably didn't tell Tommy about our kiss and was now implying he had a secret to spill. "No your right, I don't mind kissing." I admitted and was willing to kiss Tommy if that was what Peter wanted as a substitute to his previous order. "Tommy, I order you to kiss your dad the way I showed you, a real kiss." Peter said firmly. Tommy looked up to me and I nodded that it was okay. He shuffled up to a kneeling position alongside me and pressed his naked body against the side of my torso. I wrapped my arms around him and he moved his face to mine. He closed his eyes as he touched his tender lips to mine and I felt his tongue press out looking for entry across the barrier of my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide in. I kissed him like I kissed Peter earlier, I pushed back with my tongue and filled his mouth with it. I caressed his back and the sides of his supple youth. His skin was soft and tender and warm and so silky, I allowed one hand to roam down to his butt and feel the soft cheek of his ass. As we kissed Peter took advantage and pushed a hand up under the hem of my shorts and came into contact with my soft cock. Peter fondled me with his small hand and did his best to try to get me hard but he failed. Again my mind was enjoying this contact with my son but my cock wasn't responding. I heard a little huff come from Peter and his hand left my pants. Tommy and I continued to kiss and he was melting into my embrace and I continued to caress him ,his skin and squeeze his butt cheek. I felt Peter leave my side and slip off the couch, then a shift in Tommy's position as Peter climbed onto the couch behind Tommy. A moment later I felt Peters crotch come in contact with the hand I had on Tommy's butt and heard and felt Tommy make a meowing sound into my mouth. I realized Peter had slipped his prick into Tommy's ass and was fucking him. I opened my eyes and saw that Tommy still had his closed as we kissed, I looked past my son and Peter was staring straight into my eyes with a little smirk on his face. Peter was one twisted kid I realized and I should know, I'm a licensed psychologist. I knew he was trying to pervert us into the type of family he had and maybe he was succeeding, after all I haven't stopped anything that he introduced my son to. But at the same time Tommy could have always said no but hasn't. I'll admit that in the back of my head I suspected that there might be a chance that Tommy was going to be inclined toward the gay side anyway. I'm sure Peter was confused by my actions of not stopping him but also not getting turned on by this. It would be outside the parameters of his learning. Men either rejected this behavior or got turned on by it. Well I couldn't explain it to him because I didn't understand it myself at the moment. I broke eye contact with Peter and let him continue to fuck my son, after all how much can a little boy prick hurt. I just returned my attention to the soft touch of my son's skin, the warmth of his little mouth and the tenderness of his lips against mine. It did feel good to be intimate again even if it was with a boy and my son no less. I heard Peter having his boygasm and then felt his weight shift away from the couch. I pulled away and broke our kiss, Tommy opened his eyes and stared deep into my eyes, he had a goofy look on his face. I winked at him, "Love you kiddo." I whispered. "I love you to dad. He returned. "Did that hurt?" "Not really." He smiled back. "Okay it's time to start getting dinner ready, you know who two will have to put clothes on for your parents." I stated. "We'll go shirtless like you do." Peter pipped up. "That's fine by me." I returned and then got up and headed to the kitchen. I went to work and the boys went downstairs and got their pants on. Jack and Sarah showed up right on time and Jack chuckled at the boys being shirtless, Sarah didn't seem to notice. We had dinner and us adults talked and the boys just whispered and giggled back and forth, after they were done they asked to be excused and disappeared back into the basement. As we talked I realized that Sarah was definitely the alpha or dominate partner in the marriage. Evening was setting in and Sarah announced that they needed to get back to the house and get Peter to bed. Jack volunteered to go get him and walked off into the house. Sarah got indelicate and asked about Tommy's mom and after I explained then launched into questions about if I'm dating and why not. This line of conversation went on and on. She did say one thing that stuck in my head, I need to give myself permission to move on. I realized it had been about half an hour when Jack and the boys finally showed up. We said our good nights and they left and I walked Tommy to his room. "Was it a good day for you?" I asked as he stripped off his pants and crawled into bed. "Yea it was." He replied with a simple smile. "Aren't you going to put your pj's on?" "No the day isn't over yet and so I have to stay naked." He explained. "Well ok then." I chuckled and tucked him into bed. I finished cleaning up from dinner and then relaxed with a bourbon as I read another chapter in my latest book. I sunk into bed naked as I usually do and was just drifting off when I felt the bed shake gently. A warm little boy body nestled against me and I moved my arm so I could pull it up against me. "Having trouble sleeping?" I inquired. "I was wondering why you didn't let me touch your cock." Tommy's voice returned quietly. "Well first because you were doing it because you were ordered to and second I didn't want to do that with Peter there." I responded as I now gently caressed his back with just my fingertips. "So." Tommy started and then paused obviously calculating his words. "If I wanted to do it because it's what I want then it would be ok?" "It might be, it depends on my mood and the situation at the time." I returned. "Oh." Tommy replied as if he understood but I doubted if he did. "Can I touch it now?" "I don't think so because the day hasn't ended and your still under Peter's orders." I heard a sigh of disappointment come from Tommy. "Ask me again tomorrow because if you still want to do it tomorrow then you're doing it because you want to." I offered. "Will you hate me if I want to? I know it's naughty but." Tommy's voice trailed off and he let the but hang there. "No I won't hate you, if it's something you really want to do then I'm okay with it." We fell silent for a moment "I noticed that when I came back from grocery shopping that The basket I took over was back in the kitchen. Did Peter's dad bring it back?" "Yes." Tommy answered. "Did he come say hi to you boys in the basement?" "Yes." His reply was softer. "Tell me about it." Tommy hesitated before answering but then finally explained. "He came down the stairs and found us kissing. He said he was glad we were being such good friends and ruffled my hair. Peter explained to him all the things we had done together and I was embarrassed but he told me it was okay because he and Peter did those same things together. I didn't believe it so he opened his pants and pulled his cock out and Peter started to suck on it. Then Peter ordered me to suck his daddy's cock and so I did. It's a lot bigger than Peters so I had to work at it but he told me I was doing a really good job and he would swear now and then as I did it. Before I knew it he was breathing funny and Peter was holding my head down on it and my mouth started to fill with some thick liquid stuff. Peter told me after, that is how you know if you did it right because a man fills your mouth with his cum." "Did you enjoy that?" I queried. Tommy again hesitated. "I didn't hate it." I chuckled, "Let me ask you this way. You sucked Mr. Jacks adult cock because you were ordered to and you have discovered sucking an adult cock will end up with you getting a mouth full of cum. If Peters dad asked you to suck his cock again but it was strictly your choice, would you?" "Yes." Tommy admitted in a whisper. "Did he touch your butt?" I asked further. "No, Peter said he should but he said there wasn't enough time because I was still a Virgo." "I think maybe he said virgin." I suggested. "Oh yea that was the word. What does that mean?" "Technically speaking you're not a virgin because Peter fucked you but because since he only has small boy prick you're not really broken in. A man size cock inside your butt would spread you open much more and then you definitely wouldn't be a virgin anymore." I explained. "You think he wants to fuck me?" "Absolutely and between Peter and him they will be trying to manipulate you into it." "Why?" Tommy asked with his innocence showing. "Because Peter has sex with his dad and maybe other men and would like to have a friend who he can share this secret with, and it's a very deep secret so you can't tell anyone other than me." My tone turned serious. "Mr. Jack said the same thing but he said not to even tell you, at least not yet, but I hate to keep secrets from you." Tommy admitted. "And that's a good thing, I'll be honest with you if your honest with me. The second part of the answer to your question is Peter's dad is what's called a pedophile or pedo and while he is getting his sex from Peter, he also wants to get sex from any other boy he can. He might even like little girls, I don't know, but the main thing for him is having sex with children because it's naughty and he likes to be naughty." "Is Peter a pedo then to?" "No." I sighed. "I think Peter was manipulated into this when he was even younger and now he thinks it's normal and fun. What happened when Mr. Jack came down after dinner?" "Peter had me suck his dad again till he feed me more cum." We felt quiet for a few moments. "Dad?" "Yes." "Can I touch your cock?" "Go to sleep and we'll see in the morning."