Date: Wed, 25 May 2011 21:56:11 -0400 From: Robert Scott Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter03 Gay-Incest Please take notice that this story contains graphic sex between many of its protagonists. If this is offensive or illegal, then don't read it. You have been warned. Nifty has the posting rights and I hold the copyright. Feedback welcome at TaleTeller33@gmail.com That evening as I cook up our supper on the grill I have a new spring in my step and see joy in the most mundane things. I find myself singing a little tune while flipping the burgers onto the hot grate. Geez... I'm like a teenager who just got laid for the first time. Well it was a first time I think to myself. Only ninety minutes ago it was the first time I shot a load of cum into my little boys mouth. Thinking about it causes a stirring in my groin. "I'm hungry Daddy" I almost jump out of my skin. Damn, how does the little tyke sneak up on me like that. "Dinners not ready yet Baby, why don't you go clean up your room until it's ready" This elicited a "humph" from Timmy who reached up his tiny hand to get one of the hotdogs waiting to be grilled. "No! You know I don't like you eating raw hotdogs, let Daddy cook them first" "But daddy, I'm hungry now" he pouts. I see where this is heading and in order to get a few minutes of peace I take one of the hotdogs, break it in half and hand it to my son. I get back to the manly act of grilling when I notice Timmy is unusually quiet. Looking down I see the little guy is busy eating his raw dog. Well he's not exactly eating it, he's slowly rubbing it around his lips, then giving it little laps with his tongue before inserting the tip into his mouth and giving it a little suck. God! The little guy is fellating his hot dog. I don't notice until now how puffy and swollen his lips are. It looks like he's had collagen injected into them. Will they be better tomorrow? What if someone at school notices and starts asking questions? That gives me a new thought. What if someone notices and knows the reason why a little sexy tyke would have swollen puffy lips. What if some pedo teacher or janitor saw those well fucked lips and saw it as in invitation to wag their hard cocks in my boys direction. I have no doubt the little slut would be swinging on those dicks in half a second flat. I swallowed hard and take a deep breath. Jesus, the idea of another man feeding my young child their cock was not totally unappealing. Watching my son continue to perform his perverse act on the raw hotdog and thinking about other men using him for unspeakable acts causes my cock to expand to it's full size. "Timmy, what are you doing?" "I'm eatin my hot dog Daddy" he says with a wicked grin, never removing the tip of the meat from his lips. "Why are you eating it like that" I asked with feigned ignorance. This elicited a little giggle from my son. "It just reminds me of something" Then he notices my tented sweats, lets out a squeal of delight and turns his back to me, runs into the house, hotdog in hand, giggling all the way. Fuck, I reach down and give my raging shaft a good couple squeezes. I know where the little shit is headed, straight to his room to get the hidden watch. This is going to be a good night. When Timmy doesn't reappear, I continue cooking the burgers and dogs. The little guy probably wants to ambush me I think as I walk across the patio toward the house. Act surprised, and don't drop the damn dinner I think to myself as I walk into the house, prepared to put on my best "hippo-tized" face. Disappointment hits me like a ton of bricks and I almost do drop dinner, as I see Timmy in the living room, playing those damn video games. Damn! What's this country going to come to with all out kids hooked on video games. They should be out doing more constructive things with their time. I chuckle to myself, like swinging on the end of their Dad's cocks. I put the burgers and dogs on the table, along with the potato salad I bought on the way home. I sit down and pull myself up to the table to hide my erection before calling Timmy to the table. As we eat dinner I can't stop looking at my cute little boy. His head barely come up over the table. Every time he puts a piece of food in his mouth I wish it was my cock passing those puffy, ruby red lips to find that warm, wet mouth enveloping the head of my now pulsating rod. "Daddy!" Timmy yells, waking me out of my trance like state. I realize he's been saying something, but I was so wrapped up in my perverse thoughts that I didn't notice. "What was that again?" I say "Daddy, I was telling you about balogny head and how he took the swing at school and wouldn't let me or Kevy have a turn." Not this conversation again. Balogny head was Timmy's arch nemesis at school, Andy Mahoney, apparently some sort of pre- school bully. According to Timmy he took every opportunity to ruin his and Kevy's lives. I went into my routine speech of turning the other cheek and all the stuff your supposed to say to kids which only causes Timmy to roll his eyes at me. As Timmy finishes his meal and rambles on about school, my mind wanders back towards more carnal thoughts. In the few hours since I shot my seed into Timmy's mouth, I've built up another hefty load of cum and feel my ball aching for release. "What you want to do after dinner?" I ask, which gets the standard I don't know answer from my son. I take a ragged breath and can't believe what I'm about to suggest. All the saliva leaves my mouth and in a dry, hoarse voice that sounds like its spoken by a stranger. I say "Want to play a game?" "Naw, I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed" and with a peck on my cheek and the sound on little feet running up the stairs, I was left alone. Alone in my kitchen with a hard and drooling cock, lusting after my own kid. I barely slept that night. Every creek of the house gave me the hope that Timmy was coming to play the hippo-tizm game with me. I managed to fall asleep around 2:30 am, getting up aggravated and grumpy with only a few hours sleep. Helping Timmy get ready for school only frustrated me. Seeing him prance around in his tiny white briefs felt like an intentional tease. Those cotton covered globes hinted at the tight little puckered prize inside. His lips had deflated somewhat but were still a bit puffy and oh so fuckable. How I got him onto the bus for school without spewing a load in my khakis is beyond me. I was a irritable and snappy at work that day and everyone noticed. It's that damn watch I thought. It provided me with the excuse I needed to do the things I did to my boy. It eased my conscience that I wasn't forcing Timmy to do anything against his will, that he thought he was tricking me, hypothesizing me into sticking my grown cock into his tiny mouth. But it also left all the power with him. When would he want to play again? What if it was days or even weeks? How could I survive, how could I ever get a nights sleep again? After snapping at one of the techs for the fifth time which caused her to run crying from the room, Kyle approaches me and I know I've gone to far. "Let's talk" he said and he follows me to my office, closing the door behind him. "Tom, what's going on? I know I'm the new guy here and all but I feel we've become friends and this just doesn't seem like you." What was I to say to him? That I let my son Timmy think he tricked me into letting him suck me off and I'm frustrated because I'm dying to dump another load into the little guy's mouth and maybe fuck his tiny boy hole too. Choosing the less honest but wiser path that wouldn't put my in prison, but still sticking close to the truth I told him that I was having difficulty with Timmy and the kid really had me over a barrel. I know that this will elicit sympathy from Kyle having to raise his son Kevy on his own too. "Listen Tom," Kyle says "I know what it's like raising a small boy on your own. Kevy drives me crazy sometimes. Some people will say you have to be Mom and Dad to the kid, well fuck that shit. As cruel as it is, they don't have Moms. All they have is us, their Dad. Don't be fooled into going too easy on the boy because you feel bad about that fact. If you do soon you'll have a spoiled hellion on your hands." "I know, I know" I reply. Kyle continues. "So, you say the little guy has one over on you. Well turn the tables on him Tom. Take back the power. You have to be the one in control. Kids need to know...." I don't even let him finish his sentence. I yell thanks over my shoulder as I quickly stride out of my office and head for the door. I make it to my house in record time. It takes me only ten minutes to find what I need. Then I'm back on the road. I enter Timmy's school and let Lori know I'll be taking Timmy for the day. Even though we've met many times, I have to show identification. School rules...wouldn't want some pervert claiming to be his Dad picking up my little boy to do God knows what to him. The thought made me chuckle out loud. "Fun day planned?" Lori asks. I pick up Timmy on occasion for a surprise father/son day. Part of making up for not having a Mom in his life it dawns on me. I can't help myself. "Oh yeh, I've got a real special treat in mind for the little guy and its right here in my pocket." "Oh" she replies, leaning over the desk. "Yeh", I reply. "Tickets to the zoo, Timmy loves the monkey exhibit" Lori leans further over the desk, revealing much of her fresh out of college tit's to me. We've flirted many a time, but right now I can't imagine what I saw in her. Right now I have a one track mind and it doesn't involve Lori. But being the insatiable flirt that I am I continue on. "When I have something in my pocket for you, I'll give you a call." I leave the blushing Lori at the desk as I head to Timmy's class room. I knock lightly on the door, interrupting Mr.. Nash, Timmy's teacher, who is a few years older than Lori but still ten years my junior. I have sometime wondered if they're fucking each other. When I enter the room Timmy immediately runs up to me and jumps up into my arms, used to these surprise out of school early days. I give Timmy a peck on the cheek and he me then I greet Mr.. Nash with a hand shake, my other hand supporting Timmy on his rear end. The warmth and closeness of my boy has my mind spinning and I'm doing my best to pretend to be interested in what Mr.. Nash is saying. For the first time I notice what a handsome man he is and wonder if he noticed my little guys swollen and raw lips. While he continues talking I slowly run my fingers up and down the crevice of Timmy's ass. A subtle thing, but if he just looked he'd know what I'm doing. Performing such a lewd act in front of this man makes my cock begin to swell. Well, time to go. I interrupt Timmy's teacher, explaining that we're on a tight schedule. I carry Timmy out of the building and buckle him into the car, all the while he's trying to guess what we're doing on this special day. We get home and I tell Timmy to change out of his school clothes while Daddy gets out of his work clothes. Once in my bedroom I quickly strip out of my clothes, boxers and all. I put on my robe I had laid out on my first trip home and tie it around my waist doing my best to conceal my erection. I sit down on the side of my bed and wait. I hear Timmy stomping around in his room, trying to find clothes to wear for his daddy/son outing. There's a moment of silence, then I hear hear the noise of, what I know are toys being thrown about the room. Soon afterwards Timmy's head peaks into my room, then he enters approaching me slowly, clad in only his sexy, tight, white briefs. "Daddy? Did you go in my room?" he asks me in a quiet tone. When I ask him why he would think such a thing. He says he's missing something. I retrieve the watch, which I had previously found in the bottom of Timmy's toy box, from the pocket of my robe and hold it before him. "Is this what you were looking for?" I ask with a triumphant smile. Timmy's jaw drops and his eye's widen. The tables have turned. "Your getting sleepy" I say as I swing the antique watch before my boy's face. "Very, very sleepy" Timmy looks from the watch to me and back again with a confused look on his face. "I am going to hippo-tize you" I continue swinging the watch. I see the uncertain look leave Timmy's face as the light bulb in his head switches on and the idea hits him. He follows the watch with his eyes before slowly closing his eyes and drooping his head down. "You are now hippo-tized and under my power" I finish and return the watch to my pocket. So far so good, the little guys on board with this part of my plan. If he accepts the next part I just may be free on that damn watch, but still have access to his wet little mouth cunt. I rise up from the bed and undo the tie from my robe. My cock instantly flies up between the folds of my robe, straight and hard, pointing right at my little boy with his head still slumped down, eyes closed, still pretending to by hypnotized. "You will open your eyes, but you are still hippo-tized" I tell my son. Timmy lifts up his little head and opens those big innocent eyes. His eyes suddenly get bigger when he spies my erection only a few inches away from his face. I see his little hands jerk up a few inches with the intention of grasping the adult cock before him. He quickly returns them to his side, remembering that he is in my trance. The little guy fidgets nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His tiny red tongue darts out and licks his little red lips. All the while I just stand there and enjoy my little boy's agitation. He's like a crack whore with a rock being held before him. This is going better than I hoped. "Do you like that cock?" I ask my little boy. Timmy manages to tear his gaze from my dick long enough to give me a questioning look. "My cock" I say again gripping it by the base and lewdly wagging it at him. "My big fat Daddy cock!" The shaking of my cock and speaking these nasty words to my young child causes my juices to start flowing. A thin steam of my cock snot lands across my child's face, from his chin up the left side of his face. I hear a soft whisper from my boy. "Yes" "Yes, what? Boy. What do you like?" "Cock" he answers more loudly this time. "Daddy's cock" The little guy is almost crawling out of his skin. I think that at any moment he could lose control and lunge forward, burring my cock in his sweet little suck hole. I know he must smell the nasty drool leaking out of my cock, not to mention the slimy trail I've left across his small face. Reaching out, I run my thumb along the trail of cock snot on his cheek and bring it to his lips. My sweet little boy suckles at my thumb, removing every trace of my cum. I push my thumb farther in my little tykes mouth, slide it out and in again, fucking those sweet little lips with my thick digit. "You like that don't you, baby. You like Daddy's nasty dick drool, don't you" This elicited a "Mmmmm" from Timmy as he continued to nurse at my thumb. Now is the crucial moment. I slip my thumb out of Timmy's suckling boy mouth, close and tie up my robe, hiding my dripping cock. The shock and disappointment on Timmy's face is priceless. Maybe this just might work. "Timmy, pay close attention to Daddy. You are hippo-tized and must obey. For now on whenever Daddy say's 'sucky, sucky' you will want to put Daddy's cock in your mouth" I grope the bulge in my robe to accentuate my meaning. "Any time Daddy say's 'sucky, sucky' you will unbuckle daddy's pants, un-zip them and pull my pants and boxers down. You will open daddy's robe or pull down my shorts or bathing suit and you will suck my cock. Timmy never removes his eye's from the bulge in my robe. Unsure if he even heard a word, I almost shout "Timmy!" His little face snaps up to look me in the eye. "What do you do when Daddy says sucky sucky." Any doubts that the little tyke didn't understand vanish from my mind as Timmy's little hands fly to my robe, frantically trying to get at my hidden cock. I push Timmy's hands away. "No, not now...tell Daddy what your supposed to do, say it" Timmy returns his gaze up toward me, his little brow knotted in frustration that his prize is being denied him. "Suck" my little boy says. I take the child by the chin and bending down, bring my face close to his, to impress upon him the importance of what I'm saying. "Suck what?" "Suck...suck cock" Timmy says, his lips curling up in a little smile as he knows the words he says are naughty. "You like that, don't you...sucking cock" My boy doesn't even have to answer, his expression says it all. He lowers his eyes and his cheeks flush red with embarrassment as a wicked little smile appears on his face. I jerk his chin up higher, forcing him to look me in the eye once again. "Whenever, any time you want to suck it, you are to say 'Cock' and Daddy will take off his pants or drop his shorts or open his robe and let you put it in your mouth. Do you understand?" Timmy did his best to nod his head, hindered by my firm grip on his chin. A sudden thought occurs to me. What if were at the grocery store, or at the park or some other public place and my little guy got the urge to have a thick load of jizz dumped into his little tummy. I couldn't very well have my little boy screaming 'cock' in public without drawing unwanted attention. I hate to deviate from my plan, and I don't want to confuse his underdeveloped brain with too many instructions, but feel it's necessary. I bring my face even closer to his, almost nose to nose. "Timmy, this is very important. Whenever there are other people around and you want to suck Daddy's cock you are to smack your lips two times, like this" I smack my lip's twice, making a slight popping noise." I repeat my three directives again, each time making Timmy repeat them back to me. Hearing the words spill from my boy 'sucky sucky, cock' and being somewhat amused at his lip smacking, hardens my cock and my lust. Well it's now or never. I tell Timmy that when I snap my fingers he will no longer be hippo-tized, forgetting all that just happened, but will remember the three commands I've given him. I take a deep breath, my anticipation and anxiety are at an all time high. If this doesn't work the little guy is going to find himself in danger. Danger of being raped by me, his father. SNAP! Go my fingers. Timmy does a good performance of coming out of his fake trance. "Well, go get dressed for out special day" I say. My little boy slowly turns and walks away from me. Looking at his tiny little cotton covered ass sway back and forth as he walks away is almost more than I can bear. Timmy pauses at the doorway of my bedroom. He stands there for a moment. The silence is deafening. I don't think either one of us takes a breath. I can hear the compressor of the regrigerator kick on in the kitchen downstairs and time stands still. Then I hear it, a faint word, almost a whisper coming from my little boy. "Cock" Yes! I undo my robe and drop it to the floor. I approach my little boy, my hard cock leading the way. Timmy slowly turns around and looks up at me with an expression of fear, lust and apprehension. I lightly tap my engorged cock against my little boys upturned face. When the little tyke barely flinches I put more force into it and now am repeatedly slapping the full length of my cock against his cheeks, nose and pouts lips. Every time the head of my dick comes anywhere near his mouth, that little red tongue darts out past his pink lips and tries to swipe at my helmet. I continue to cock slap Timmy's small face which gets my juices flowing once again. Now every swipe of my cock leaves a clear, pearly white trail of slime, every slap splatters my pre-fuck juice. Soon his innocent face is covered in my pre-cum. Some of my salty offering invariably lands on his tongue, or directly into his little suck hole. This only spurs Timmy on and his tongue is now fanatically darting in every direction lapping up any cum within it's reach. Suck hole? Is that what I think of my little boy's mouth? Yes! Breathing, talking and eating are only secondary purposes for that little hole in his skull. The real reason for that tight, moist orifice being there is for me to stick my cock into. And that's exactly what I do. I reach out my left hand and grip the top of my young son's head, holding it still. Then my right hand, gripping my hard cock at it's base aim it at that tiny suck hole and push. As my spongy head stretches his lips I don't even pause but continue forcing the whole head of my cock into his tight face cunt. "Fuck yeah..." I moan as I feel those tight little boy lips snap closed over the helmet of my cock. A sudden pang of guilt strikes me. I never swore in front of Timmy. I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Here I am feeding my little boy my nasty daddy cock and I'm worried about foul language. Besides... vocalizing my perverse pleasure only makes it hotter for me. So I let go. "Fuck yeah..Feeding my little boy my cock." I groan. I can now feel my boy's tongue lapping at the piss slit of my cock which fills his tiny mouth. "Little slut, lapping at his daddies cock." I close my eyes, enjoying and soaking up the feeling of having my pedo shaft buried in my sons head. "Fucking, nasty little cum whore, sucking jizz out of adult cock" I continue my verbal outburst, eyes closed, head tilted up as I firmly hold Timmy's head on my cock. A light pounding on my thighs pulls me from my reverie. I look down to discover Timmy is desperately pushing and hitting my upper legs. His small face is flushed and pale, once ruby lips now tinged blue. In my lust I have unknowingly pushed more than half my cock into his suck hole. A good father would pull his cock out of his little boy's mouth, giving him a chance to breathe. But that's not me. Not anymore. As I bring my other hand down to grip my boys head, our eyes lock. Mine determined and purposeful, full of lust. His fearful and panicked and something else is conveyed to me through those innocent eyes, a need, a wanting. Still looking into Timmy's eyes and with a firm grip on both sides of his head I pull him forward while at the same time pushing my hips forward. I quickly encounter great resistance and realize I'm at the back of my little guys throat. I'm about to give up, the pressure becoming so great that it begins to hurt my cock when I overcome that last hurdle and my rod slides into the warm velvet sleeve that is my son's throat. The remainder of my girth slides in easily and I soon have my little guys face pressed against my pubes. Timmy is now thrashing about wildly, his whole body convulsing and spasming tying desperately to get oxygen. I look down and seeing that my cock hasn't punched through the back of his skull I slowly slide it out of the tight trap it's encased in. Then I forcibly shove it back in. I repeat this action half a dozen times, essentially face fucking my little boy, his whole body jerking and swaying back and forth like a rag doll. When I feel he's about to pass out, I release his head. He slides backward off my cock with a loud, wet slurping sound landing on his back in front of me gasping for breath. I give him only a moment before I'm on him again. I come down on my knees, on either side of his head and lower my hairy balls to his face. "Suck on those nut's boy!" I command. I'm instantly rewarded with the feeling of a small tongue lapping at my scrotum. "Good boy, Good boy", I coo. "Lick your daddies hairy, sweaty balls" My verbal praise,seems to encourage Timmy who is now trying, in vain, to suck my balls into his too small mouth. With both hands I reach down and pull my ass cheeks apart and slide down further, bringing my nasty shit hole above his mouth. "Lick that ass hole" I tell my boy. I prepare myself for the incredible feeling of my kid sucking on my hole...and Nothing. I push down a bit and wiggle my hairy ass into his face. I hear a snort of disdain and feel Timmy trying to wiggle his way from underneath me. So the little guy has some limits. Well I think he's the one who started this. I spin around, once again sitting on my son's face, pressing my knees against his arms and sides, effectively pinning him in place. I pull up his small legs, grip his cotton briefs and roughly pull them off. SWAT! I smack his tiny white ass. "Lick!" When the tot still refuses to comply I give his still upturned ass three more firm whacks. "Stick your tongue in your Daddies ass, now!" That does it. I soon feel small tentative licks of that small tongue on my ass. Timmy's apprehension quickly fades, because he's now slurping like a champ at my ass. I pull my cheeks further apart and Timmy goes in for the kill. I can feel that tiny red probe darting out of his mouth right into my puckered ass hole. I now feel the whole of his tongue repeatedly lapping at my sloppy shitter, followed by his nose and chin. God! The little tyke is trying to bury his whole face in my ass. What a nasty little fucker, sucking at his Dad's hairy hole. I am still holding Timmy's legs up in the air and I gaze down at that tight, inviting little white ass, now a bit red from the spanking he just received. I rise up from my son's face, standing, never letting go of his legs. I pull him from the floor upside down by his ankles and toss him across the room onto my bed. Timmy giggles as he lands, bounces and comes to rest on the far side of the bed. One big stride and a jump, I toss myself on the bed along side him, causing my son to bounce yet again, still giggling. I let out a laugh myself. God, I love him. But now down to business. I come up on my knees and grab Timmy by the ankles pulling him toward me, then push his legs up over his head, essentially folding him in half. That sweet little hole is now exposed to me and I waste no time, diving in face first. When my tongue first touches that tiny opening I hear a gasp from my young son, soon turning to moans of pleasure as my oral assault on his ass continues. I spend a great amount of time driving my tongue in and out of my boys tight little hole, knowing I have to really open him up to even attempt what I'm about to do. I take one more long swipe at that sweet little hole, then pull back and examine my handiwork. His legs spread wide, I have a clear view of my boys pink hole, now shiny and slightly puckered. I grab my still hard cock and slap it a few times on that smooth white ass. I rub my now leaking head up and down Timmy's small crack, pausing when I reach his tiny opening. Jesus! My cock looked huge when coppered to his tiny anus. A copious amount of snot leaks from my cock right on to Timmy's tiny fuck hole. Seeing my pre fuck juice run down my little boy's ass crack almost sends me over the edge. I'm dizzy with lust and feel like I'm going to pass out. "Fucking, nice cunt" I hear someone say and immediately realize it was me who uttered those words. My outburst, causes Timmy to open his eyes which soon lock onto mine. Still looking my boy in the eye, I slide my finger down his inviting crevice, getting it slick with my pre-cum. When I reach his hole I apply a firm pressure and slowly slide my finger into my little boy. This causes a gasp from Timmy who never looks away. I can't believe how tight his small anus is. I slide my finger further in, causing another gasp from my son who is splayed out before me. Never looking away from Timmy's eyes I continue my vocal description. "Tight cunt" I slowly slide my finger out a bit. I roughly jam my finger back in. "Tight fucking cunt" I withdraw my finger and ram it back in, harder this time. "Tight, fucking boy cunt!" I continue roughly finger fucking my young boy, the whole time all manner of filth spews from my mouth. Every time I shove my finger into that incredibly small pussy Timmy lets out a high pitched squeal and as I ram it in faster and harder his cries become more frequent and louder. He sounds like some slutty whore being fucked in a bad porn flick. Not wanting my neighbors or a passer by to become concerned about the cries of a young child coming from my house I come up with and easy solution. I rip my finger from my little guy's hole and spin him around on the bed on his back by his legs so his head is now between my knees. Releasing his ankles I take my cock in hand and give his small face a few slaps with my hard daddy cock. His little suck hole opens wide and I shove my cock past those red baby lips into his waiting mouth. A sickening, wet gagging sound alerts me that I've hit the back of my boy's throat. What that little slut does next fills my heart with a perverted pride. With my cock still in his mouth Timmy tilts his head back allowing me a straight shot into his tight throat. I push forward, feeling the small wet sleeve of his throat grip my cock as I continue to push in. Looking down I see my boy's usually pouty bottom lip, thin and stretched, hugging my veiny rod as it slides past. And, oh my god, I can see it. I can actually see the outline of my cock as it slides into Timmy's throat, stretching that thin fleshy tube. This can't be fucking real. I bring back my hips, sliding my cock out of his throat and sure enough that tiny little exposed neck shrinks to it's normal size. I start up a steady fucking rhythm as I watch in awed fascination as my boy's throat expands and contracts in timing with my thrusts. The room is filled with a sickening wet, sloppy, suction noise as my cock slides in and out of my boys esophogus. My pre-cum mixing with his saliva greasing the way. Fucking nasty! I wonder if Timmy's eyes are open or closed. Can he see my low hanging, hairy daddy nuts as they're pulled back and then shoved forward, slapping him in the face, again and again. I'm about to spew my load into his little face cunt when I remember my real goal. Reaching out I once again pull back and spread my little guys leg's, folding him in half to expose that little boy pussy, still coated with slime from my cock. I once again sink my index finger into that warm tight hole, sliding in a bit easier this time. Timmy's much quieter this time around, his mouth still stuffed full of my cock. I shove a second finger in and can feel him screaming on my cock. His small anal ring is so fucking tight. I continue fucking my boy at both ends. My hard, adult cock in and out of his mouth pussy and two fingers in his boy cunt. When he loosens up a bit I slowly add a third finger. Timmy's giving the best hummer I've ever had, his attempts at screaming sending vibrations straight through my cock. I just hold the three fingers in his ass, giving that tight hole time to adjust to the invasion. I know it's time to continue when I feel Timmy trying to raise his small upturned ass, attempting to swallow more of my fingers with his stretched boy cunt. I once again begin to slide my fingers this time slowly in and out of my boy, all the while fucking his throat. The time is now. Cherry pop'in time! I slide my fingers out of my boy and amazingly his hole stays open for a moment before winking shut. With a soft pop I pull my cock out of his mouth, a stream of kiddie drool and cum hanging off of it. I flip Timmy onto his stomach and spin him around, his head landing on my pillow. The little whore knows what's going on and raises his ass high into the air. He even wiggles that smooth white ass at me. What a slut. I spread open his tiny white globes to be greeted once again by my now swollen and puffy prize. I sucked up a big wad of saliva and spit it onto his waiting cunt. The perverse act of spitting on my little boy really turns me on and I quickly bring my cock against his crack, letting loose a river of all natural, salty lube. I rub my the huge head of my cock along that smooth crevice below me stopping at that puckered little hole. I push and I push hard. Timmy's tight little sphincter holds firm, denying me access but I know it's only a matter of time before his immature pussy muscles tire and give way. Never letting up on the pressure I lay my body down over Timmys, burying his tiny frame under my big, muscular hairy body. I lay my body down as much as possible without crushing the small child under me. Head down and eyes closed I do my best to relax, slow my breathing, all attention on the pressure being applied to the end of my cock. "Let Daddy in baby" I whisper. "You want Daddy's big cock in you tiny little boy cunt, don't you baby?" From somewhere under my chest I hear a the tiny, muffled voice of my boy "Yes Daddy" We lay there for what seemed a long time, then I felt it. A little quiver, a spasm of that tonight anal ring. And slowly it gives way. I feel the tip of my cock pass into by boy's ass. God he's tight, and hot. I bring down my hand to roughly cover his mouth then steadily push my huge cock into his boy pussy as he screams loudly into my hand. I am in heaven. Never has my cock received such a sensation. The pleasure of having my boys tight anal walls grip my steel hard rod is un-fucking believable. How I could not have done this sooner confounds me. How all Dad's aren't doing this to there little boys is unbelievable, but maybe they are. The idea of Timmys little friends secretly swinging on their middle aged, hairy dads cocks is a huge turn on. Inch by inch I drive my meaty fuck tube into my little boy's cunt. As I bottom out I notice Timmy's screams have stopped, now replaced by a unearthly low moaning. My rough pubic bush is pressed firmly into Timmy's silky smooth ass. I pause for a moment, soaking up the most intense, incredible feeling my body has ever know. Then I slowly pull out until just the head of my cock is buried in my boy. Then I take what's mine and drive my hard man cock fully into the small body buried under me. I repeat the action again and again and am now fully fucking my little boy. Timmy's moaning is puctuated my high pitched squeals every time I roughly punch my cock into his tiny fucked hole. I continue fucking and fucking harder until the room is filled with the noise of my flesh slapping against boy ass and the high pitched slutty squeaking of my newly deflowered fuck toy. Feeling I'm about to unload, I stop, fully buried in that fleshy hole. I have to see it. I remove my hand from his mouth and slide both my arms under his legs and bring us both up, me kneeling on my bed holding Timmy, his back against my hairy chest, essentially sitting on my cock. I hold Timmy tight against me, both arms under his knees and scoot off the bed, my nasty daddy cock still fully encased in my boy's flesh. I walk us over to the mirror above my dresser and my mind explodes! I stand there in awe. My big hairy, tanned and muscular adult body holding the tiny smooth white frame of my little boy against me. I barely notice his head, lolling slowly back and forth on by chest, eyes rolled back, mouth agape, a thin thread of slime drooling out. What captivates my attention is what's between his legs. No, not his insignificant tiny boy cock, but lower. Hanging out of my boy's ass is a large, low hanging, venin, hairy set of adult balls. My balls. I lift and spread his skinny legs further apart revealing the root of my cock where it enters his small body. What I see is difficult for me to comprehend, it's impossible. It looks like the kid is impaled on a tree trunk. The small tiny lips of his cunt are obscenely stretched thin to accommodate my engorged cock which seems fucking huge in comparison to his tiny boy pussy. In relation to the kid impaled on my cock, I am a giant. The poor fucked kid probably couldn't close his legs if he tried. Looking at us in the mirror I try and imagine where my cock is in his small body, how far into his torso it goes..Where does it end. When I follow the imagined line of my cock up his smooth white tummy, past his navel and up to his chest cavity, I know that as a law abiding citizen, as a man of moral conscience, as his father, I should be outraged, sick to my stomach at the violation my young boy is receiving. That anyone would perform such a perverse act of abuse on a such a young child, never mind that it is my own son should send me into a murderous blood thirsty rage against the perpetrator. But the sick pervert that has shoved his too large adult cock into my innocent child is me, and I fucking love it! I know at this moment that I will never stop, no matter the consequences. This belongs to me. It is mine! I bend down my head and give Timmy a kiss on the top of his head. "Your such a good boy" I say to my son. "Daddy loves you very much, and Daddy's going to put his cock to you." Timmy pulls himself out of his blissful or tortured state, which it is I don't care, and turns his face up towards me. His glassy eyes focus for a moment on mine. I gaze down at that tiny angelic face, pale and flushed from the trauma his body is going through. Slime from my cock stains his cute face. There's a dark curler, coarse hair plastered to his forehead and another to his cheek, whether it's from my cock or ass I do not know. Still gazing into those eyes I ask my little son. "You want that, don't you baby? You want Daddy to fuck your tiny boy cunt? You like sucking big nasty adult cocks, don't you, you little cum guzzling gutter whore. You want grown men to use your little slutty holes and fill you up with their thick, cum. I continue my filthy, sick tirade, more for my pleasure than anything else. I mean the kid probably doesn't understand half of what I'm saying. But what happens next makes me wonder how much Timmy understands. Looking me right in the eye he utters one word. "Cock!" Like a succubus from hell he opens those fucked little red swollen lips and sticks his tongue out waving it lewdly in all directions all the while emitting a slutty "ahhhh" sound, like he was at the dentist office or something. If I had any lingering doubts about dicking my boy they would have vanished right there and then. Fixing my attention back into the mirror I focus on where my seemingly massive rod is joined with my son's kiddie cunt. I slowly lift up, sliding my boy up my now shining rod, slick with juices from Timmy's ass. As I pull him up his cunt is extended outwards refusing to let go of the tight grip it has on my cock. Eventually that too lets go and I feel my boy's flesh sliding up his daddies cock. I relax my hold on my boy, letting him go a bit and amazingly his small weight isn't enough to send him slamming down on my rod. Instead he slowly slides slowly down, until every inch of my cock is engulfed. I can't take it any more. Once again pulling Timmy up, but keeping my cock in him, I jerk up my hips, forcibly driving into him. Timmy retreats into semi-consciousness again, resting his head against my chest. I watch myself in the mirror as I molest my boy, repeatedly driving my cock deep into him. For ten full minutes I slam into him, his cunt never losing the vice like grip on my cock. I feel and see my balls tighten and pull up a bit and with one final thrust up into my boy, I let loose shot after shot of thick, ropey daddy jizz. Nothing in life can compare to the act of dumping a load into my little guy's pussy. In a delirious high my cock continues to pulse, coating the walls of Timmy's ass in cum. I drop to my knees, spent, exhausted. Putting Timmy on the ground in front of me I pull my deflated cock out of his used ass which immediately starts oozing cum. Collapsing on my back on the floor, I bask in the afterglow of the best sex I've ever had. The events of the past few days have pulled a curtain from in front of my eyes and I see the world in a new way, or perhaps it was always this way and I was too blinded by antiquated social norms, or stuffy intellectual ethics to see the truth. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel a tiny little suckling mouth on my cock. I lift up my head and take in the wonderful sight of my boy nursing on my cock, lapping up the last of my cum. Holding my half hard tube in both hands he finishes up the last of my seaman. With one last lick his little pink tongue leaves the head of my cock and my boy looks up at me watching him. I scoop my little boy up in my arms and kiss him lovingly on his forehead. I hold my little boy tight for a few moments before carrying him off to the shower to clean us both up, and wash the copious amount of my cum from his tiny cunt, now red and swollen and surrounded by a bruised black and blue halo. Later that day Timmy and I had the best day at the zoo. We were at the monkey cages watching one monkey but fucking another. I whispered into Timmy's ear "sucky sucky" at the exact moment as he smacked his lips twice at me. We looked at each other and laughed. Then I took him into a restroom stall and fed my little boy another salty load of Daddy cum from my cock. It was the best day ever. End of chapter three. Thank you to all who have e-mailed me. It's the only reason I continued this story, so if you want to see more EMAIL ME! Comments of appreciation, criticism or any other thoughts are welcome. Many readers have asked how old little Timmy is and it's probably obvious I've purposely not explicitly stated his age, preferring to let the reader imagine him as they see fit. This is my first attempt at writing, so no I do not have other stories but do have ideas for others. So keep those nasty emails cumming! taleteller33@gmail.com