Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 10:14:04 -0500 From: Tale Teller Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter07 Gay-Incest Gay-Adult Youth Please take notice that this story contains graphic sex between many of its protagonists some of who may be underage. 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. It's been awhile since my last chapter. Feedback welcome at TaleTeller33@gmail.com Timmy Hypnotizes dad I let Andy sit in the front and shuffle Timmy into the back seat of my car. After making sure everyone is buckled in I get into the drivers seat. I ask Andy where he lives, and shit if it isn't a 45 minute drive away. That means it's going to be almost two hours before I can sink my hard cock into my little boy's flesh. So here we are, a fat kid, a cum slut and a guy with blue balls, driving off into the sunset. What a day. Chapter 07 We are only on the road for ten minutes before I start shifting and squirming in my seat, trying in vain to relieve the pressure in my pants. I don't remember ever having such a painful hard-on begging for release. I can't help glancing over at Andy and wondering what his chubby little face would look like stuffed full of my daddy cock. Finally I can't take it anymore. Looking into the rear view mirror I say to my son. "Timmy, why don't you come up here and get a piece of candy." "Naw, I don't want any." Timmy say's in a bored fashion. "Timmy!" I say louder and I catch my son's look in my mirror. "Why don't you come up here and get some candy in Daddies pocket." "That's OK daddy, I don't want any." Timmy say's and goes back to starring out the window. Damn, the kid is dense sometimes. "Timmy! Sucky, sucky!" I say reverting to the hippo-tizm game which we have not used in a long time. That get's the little sluts attention. He probably would have shot right off his seat if not for the belt holding him down. He looks at me in the rear view mirror then looks at Andy in the passenger seat and back to me with a questioning look on his face. Still looking at my boy in the mirror I smack my lips three times.."Now." I command. Timmy unfastens his seat belt then crawls between the bucket seats into the front of the car. He wastes no time and is now partially sitting on and straddling the center console with his little head over my crotch, little rear end facing Andy, hands busily working at my belt. "That's it buddy, get some candy out of Daddies pocket." I say more for Andy's benefit than anyone else. The little fatty is trying to get a look at the treats he thinks my kid is fishing from my pocket but his view is blocked by my son's body. My son manages to get my belt undone and in no time has my slacks unbuttoned and my zipper down. I raise up off the seat a bit and shimmy down my pants a few inches. I feel my son's tiny hands come into contact with my raging hard-on as he works it out of my boxers. "That's my good boy...yeah." I moan. "Your Daddies best buddy you know that honey? Your the best....aww fuck!" I cry out as I feel that tiny baby mouth trying to swallow then swollen head of my cock. "Yeah, get that candy sweetie. I got a lot of it for you." I take the wheel with one hand, bringing my forearm down on the back of my son's head, trying to force his head down a bit more. I take my free arm and lay it across my son's back, cupping his tiny rear in order to keep him in place as the road has gotten a bit bumpy. Andy is desperately leaning forward, craning his neck trying to get a good look at whats going on in my lap. The boy notices me looking at him as I glance every few moments at the road. Andy has a curious look on his face but also one of suspicion and bewilderment. The kid knows something odd is going on but clearly has no understanding of what's actually happening. "Can I have some candy too?" he asks hopefully. I seriously consider pulling over the car and burring my hard cock into his fat little mouth. Then I remember my meeting with Nash and how much trouble I'm in. Fuck! I'm being too careless, too reckless. Here I am letting my son suck me off with another kid in the car who I've only met once before. "Sorry little guy. This candy's only for my best buddy here." I reply Andy's head drops down, crestfallen. "I'm no ones best buddy." he mumbles crestfallen. Having come to my senses. I peel my boy off my cock and manage to get buttoned up without revealing too much of my self to our passenger. After silencing my boy's protests I direct him to return to the back seat and we continue our journey. I don't exactly know the street Andy told me he lives on but the kid tells me it's near the pig sign. I instantly know what Andy is talking about. The Rabid Boar is a biker bar, with a big sign out front of a huge boar mounting a pink pig with lipstick. There was a big uproar a few years back from some bored housewives who wanted the indecent sign torn down. It never went anywhere as the bar is on 'the other side of town.' and most people just didn't care. We pass the Rabid Boar and Andy directs me up a dirt road. The road, more of a pot holed pocked path is rough and narrow. Branches swipe the side of my car. The tree's around us become thicker and the road seems like it's going to end when suddenly it opens up into a wide clearing. The clearing could be described as beautiful if not for the run down, rusted trailer in the center, surrounded by broken down vehicles and appliances and piles of trash. As I pull into the clearing I spot Bud leaning under the hood of his old pickup truck. I pull up along side the his truck and get out as Bud comes over to greet me. I'm initially a bit shocked at his attire. Mr. Mahoney, Bud, is only wearing three pieces of clothing; a pair of beat up work boots, the same filthy baseball cap I saw him in at Kyle's cookout and a pair of ratty boxer shorts. As I said before Bud is a big man. He has a big round but firm belly, big meaty pec's both covered in dark hair which is plastered to his body with sweat. He has a few tattoo's I had not noticed before, one on his upper right chest and one on his upper left arm. His boxer short's hang low on his hips revealing curly dark pubic hair just above his crotch. With a quick glance I notice what I assume is his flaccid cock swinging down the left leg of his shorts. I shake Bud's sweaty, greasy hand and am once again surprised at his warm, disarming smile. A smile which quickly leaves his face when he spots his son getting out of my car. "Get in the house right this minute!" He yells at his son. "Your grounded, and clean up that shit hole you call a room." The little, fat Andy takes off into the trailer like a hungry wolf is on his heels. "Little shit wouldn't need a ride home if he did have detention," Bud tells me. "for the third time this month!" he yells at the trailer where his son can surly hear him. "They can be trouble can't they though." I chuckle. "More trouble than he's worth most times." says Bud. "I would have picked him up myself if my Buddy had showed up and helped me with this." He states, gesturing at his truck. Glancing partially disassembled engine I say "Yeah, those head gaskets can be a real pain in the ass." This got me a double take from Bud, apparently surprised that I had any knowledge of engines. "Well, I'd ask you to help but I wouldn't want you to get your fancy clothes all dirty." he says with a sneer as he scratches his balls through his faded boxers. This really gets my blood boiling. I've done well for myself, no question about that. But I'm from lets say less than modest upbringing. I worked hard for my success and It always annoys me when people assume I've been born with a silver spoon up my ass. Looking Bud square in the eye I remove my tie, shirt and under shirt, tossing them on a nearby lawn chair. I kick off my shoes, remove my slacks, shoes and socks. Never breaking my stare at Bud I put my shoes back on. So here I stand only wearing a pair of boxers and business shoes in front of a broken down trailer and rusted pick-up. I take a few steps forward almost bringing me nose to nose with Andy's Dad. "By the way," I sneer back "You have the gasket on upside down." Bud looks at the engine then back at me then lets out a big loud laugh, and gives me greasy slap on the shoulder. "So it is," he says "I'm more of a carpenter than a mechanic." We're well into getting the engine put back together, both sweating and covered in grime and grease when the sun goes down. Bud flips on a switch in the trailer, a flood light illuminates the area and we continue our work. Timmy who had been content exploring the junked vehicles and appliances is now pestering me with questions about when we're going to be done, when we're going home etc.. I notice the little guy is starring at Bud and I and our barely covered crotches with a hungry look. "Hey buddy," I say to Timmy in an attempt to get the little whore's mind off of cock, "Why don't you give Bud and me a hand here?" Timmy tears his gaze from Bud's boxers to look at me in the eye, then down to my own crotch. I can see the wheels in his little head spinning... try to get the daddy cocks or work on the cool truck. The little kid glances to the pick up and then back to my crotch...cock, truck, cock, truck. A wide grin spreads across my kid's face and I feel a chill go up my spine. I've leaned to dread that grin. It means he's up to something. With a big not so innocent grin on his face and his best 'good boy' voice Timmy say's sweetly "I can really help Daddy, can I?" Suddenly a little unsure of where the kid is going with this I reply "Well you have to ask Bud here. It's his truck." I look toward the burly, sweaty man hoping he'll refuse. Timmy with an evil grin still plastered on his face takes a few steps toward Bud. He stands in front of him for a moment and actually checks him out, looking at his boots and slowly running up the man's legs, crotch, belly and chest. He takes his time drinking in the sight of Andy's dad. Bud must sense something odd is going on or feel uncomfortable because I see his hand unconsciously cover his groin. "Can I help you fix your truck Mr. Mahoney?" asks my son in a sweet voice. Bud just stares at my boy for a moment. Then he breaks out of his trance. "Sure little guy." he chuckles. "Could use those small hands to get in some of the tight places." My boy turns a bit toward me with a triumphant look on his face and gives me a wink. Then he removes his shirt. Turning his back to us, my son bends over and slowly takes his shorts off revealing his white cotton clad ass. As he works his shorts off over his sneakers he wiggles his small tight ass at Bud and I. Finishing his show, Timmy turns around and announces. "Now I'm dressed just like you Daddy!" Bud lets out a loud belly laugh which causes Timmy to let out an evil giggle. "He's got you there Tom." Bud says noticing my sour expression. We get back to work on the engine having Timmy fetch us tools and parts as needed. Soon enough however my son becomes bored of being the gofer. "Daddy, Daddy I want to work on the truck like you and Bud." Timmy whines. Knowing there will be no end to the harassment I lift my young boy up by the hips, setting his feet on the front bumper of the truck. This has the unintended effect of bringing my son's cute ass level with me and Bud's crotches. Maybe unintended for me but not for my son I realize. Timmy leans over the engine raising his tighty-whitey covered cunt up in the air and gives it a little shake. Looking over his shoulder at me he gives me another wink and says, "I'm ready Daddy." Bud lets out another laugh but this time there seems to be a tension in his voice. For myself, seeing my boy shake that tight fuck hole in front of me and this virtual stranger causes my cock to stir. I'd forgotten how horny I am and I do my best to not sport a full on boner, which my thin boxers would not conceal. Timmy interrupts my nasty thoughts when he picks up a ratchet in his small hands. "What do I do? Help me," he whines. Just as I think I should help my son before Bud gets too close I'm already too late. Bud puts his hand over my son's and starts explaining what a ratchet is and how it works. Hand over hand he helps my son tighten a bolt, his other hand on my son's hip to brace him. I watch as this rough hick, only in a pair of boxers, puts his hands on my nearly naked son. Bud stands next to my boy, leaning sideways over him, big meaty chest over my sons back and head as he helps him tighten the bolt on the engine all the while explaining what they're doing. I know I should grab my slut of a son now and go. Get him home and sink my cock into his tight, hot body. But seeing Bud's rough calloused and tanned hands on my boy's smooth, white flesh has me glued to the spot. I want to see where this goes. I see Timmy shuffle his feet on the bumper closer to Bud and a thought enters my mind. It's not 'where things go', it's where Timmy takes it. I'm suddenly a little frightened knowing that I'm just a player in this scene and it's my tiny boy that's in control. Timmy ever so slowly works his way in between Bud and the truck. I see him lightly brush his small ass against the big man leaning over him. As they tighten another bolt my son becomes more bold and fully grinds his ass into Bud's crotch. Bud initially starts to jerk backwards, away from my son's advances but then quickly moves back in. Realizing what's going on I laugh to myself. Bud probably has a raging hard-on and not wanting to reveal it to me is now trapped and with only two layers of thin fabric separating his cock from my boy's ass the chances of his stiff rod going down are slim to none. I take a minute to enjoy the scene before me; my young whore of a son grinding his ass into the nearly naked man leaning over him who is doing his best to suppress a moan of pleasure. Deciding to cut Bud a break I lean my head in under the hood as if to see how good my boy is doing. "That's right," I say. "Righty tighty lefty loosey. Here let me help for a bit." I move my hand over my son's as Bud releases his grip. With my head under the hood Bud is free to move off Timmy without me seeing his predicament and that's exactly what he does. I take Bud's place, leaning over and into my son who's standing on the bumper of the truck. I let out an audible sigh as I crush my cock onto my son's small warm ass. I don't try to fight my growing erection, instead giving my son a few slow but firm humps as I help him tighten a bolt on the rusty pick-ups engine. When the bolt is tight I come out from under the hood of the truck. I steal a glance at Bud's shorts. He's managed to loose his hard on but it's obvious that he's still got a chubby. I however am flying at high mast, my hard cock sticking up at a ninety degree angle, tenting my boxers. I make no attempt at hiding it from Bud. I see him glance at my hardened rod but he doesn't say anything. It might be my imagination but I swear I see Bud's cock grow a bit, just able to make out the head of his cock poking out the left leg of his worn boxers. I nod my head towards Timmy who's still standing on the bumper of the truck leaning over the engine, ass up in the air. "Your up next." I say to Bud. Bud doesn't move, but just stands there. He takes another look at my tented boxers then turns to look at my boy's cotton covered ass now slowly swaying from side to side. When he returns his gaze my way I blatantly give my hard cock a slow stroke through the fabric of my boxers. "Go ahead," I instruct him, "It's all cool, the little shit loves it." Bud hesitates for a moment more, watching me grope my hardened cock before he moves towards my boy. This time he makes no pretense of working on the engine. He presses his groin on my boy's upturned ass and slowly grinds against it in a slightly circular motion. Watching this big, hairy, beer bellied, tattooed and sweaty hick put his hands on my boys small waist as he dry humps him sends a chill up my spine and makes my cock harder than I thought it could possibly get. I take a few steps closer to Bud and my boy, taking my hard and drooling cock out of the confines of my boxers, tucking the waist band under my hairy nuts. I come alongside Bud. He looks down at my freed manhood and takes half a step to back to give me access to my boy's tiny rear. I see Bud's cock sticking out straight from the leg of his shorts. Bud's uncut. The tip of his head just barely peeking out of his foreskin. He follows my lead, slowly stroking his hard cock, pulling back the sheath of skin revealing the glistening, moist head. I bring my free hand and place it on the small of my son's back to steady him. I take my other hand from my cock and slip my fingers under the waistband of my son's underwear. A ripping of fabric punctuates the night as I give my kid's tighty-whiteys a firm tug. I yank my arm back again and toss the torn fabric away. Bud, still stoking his cock, places his other hand on my little boy's now naked ass. His rough calloused hand almost completely covers Timmy's small pale rear. He rub's and lightly squeezes the pale flesh. "So smooth.." He says, "...so small.." he continues, more to himself than to me. "I've thought about that day I picked up Andy at the kid's party, when you..." he trails off. I bring my hand down to one of my boy's tiny cheeks and pull it open. Bud, catching on pulls open the other cheek revealing a small puffy tight hole, ringed with a bluish tinted bruise. "You mean when I put my finger in here?" I say as I run my thumb down the crevice of my young son's ass, pausing as I graze his tiny hole. I move Bud's hand away, now spreading my tot's ass wide open with both hands. Leaning down I spit a big glob of my saliva onto my own son's ass hole. Looking at Bud, I nod my head toward the now slick hole. "Go ahead, try it for yourself." I offer. Bud looks at me briefly as if to reassure himself that he heard me right. He places his thumb at the top cleft of my boy's ass and slowly runs it down the kid's crack. He stops his thumb at the puckered hole and makes a slow circular motion, his thumb now slick with my spit. Slowly he put's pressure on the small opening. I find that I'm holding my breath as I see the rough man pressing on the puffy bruised opening of my son's ass cunt. My cock throbs releasing a small stream of pre-cum. A moan from my son causes Bud to pull back his thumb a bit. I know it's a moan of pleasure and anticipation but Bud must have taken it as an outcry of pain or discomfort. I sharply slap my boy's tiny pale ass which causes a yelp from him. "Shut the fuck up!" I snap. Bud looks to me questioningly. Then continues when I give him a nod of encouragement. He slowly but firmly presses his thumb into my boy's hole. "Fuck he's so warm, and tight. He always this tight?" Bud asks as he sinks his thumb further into my son's body. "Like a girl scouts pussy." I reply. "You fuck him?" Bud almost whispers, never taking his eyes from where his thick digit is joined with my son. "Dump a load in him every day, sometimes two or three times if I don't fuck his face." I reply. I find my mouth has gone dry as I watch Bud penetrate my very own little boy. "He sucks too?" asks Bud. "Takes every inch of it. Little cunt loves it, can't get enough cum in him." I tell Bud as I work my index finger into my boy's cunt along side his thumb. Bud glances at my big drooling cock and gives me a disbelieving look. "You'll see soon enough." I boast. Timmy starts pushing back on Bud's thumb and my finger and starts up a slow rhythm, slowly fucking himself on our digits as he lets out a soft purring sound. "Fuck'in-A..." Bud whispers "Why don't we take this party inside." I say. Bud gives a grunt of approval as we both slip our fingers from my son's hungry cunt. Taking Timmy by the hips I set the child on the ground, only wearing a pair of sneakers. Reaching down I give his bare ass another firm swat. "In the house you little slut." I command my boy. Timmy lets out a yelp and runs for the trailer door after giving our cocks a hungry look. I enter the trailer after Bud and my son. The Kitchen is too the left and a living room to the right separated by a breakfast bar. A hall leads down the length of the trailer to what I assume are bedrooms and the bathroom. The place is shockingly clean and orderly if not a bit stark. Bud takes a few steps into the living room, looking a bit lost, unsure of how to proceed. I stand by his side as my little slutty whore of a son takes his place in front of us. He takes my cock in both his tiny hands and slowly strokes me back to a full erection. Timmy takes his time, going slow as I've trained him. He soon moves on to Bud. Bud throws back his head and lets out a 'fuck yeah' as my son wraps his tiny fingers around his uncut cock. Timmy is fascinated with Bud's foreskin, making the head of his cock disappear and appear again. Bud looks down at the small child stroking his cock with disbelief. "Fuck'in-A, wish I had a little rascal like this at home." he says. "I can make that happen." I reply stroking my cock. Bud snaps his attention to me. "What you saying? You can make my boy into some sort of faggot?" Bud asks with a disbelieving tone and a bit of hostility. Timmy moves back to my cock, licking and sucking the pre-fuck juice that's oozing out. Bud and I take a moment to check out the little guy's talents before I answer him. "You see Bud, what I know and what you don't, is that your little guy is already a cocksucker. Not only don't you know it, but your Andy doesn't know it either...not yet." I pause to milk my cock, depositing a good amount of goo on my boy's panting tongue which he promptly swallows. "Damn! Your kid ate that shit." Bud observes. "That kid of yours..he's hungry, hungry for cum too, and cock" I continue. "I see it in him, when he looks at men. I could have dicked your boy a dozen different ways at that pool party." Bud tears his gaze away from my son's suckling mouth on my cock to give me a menacing and threatening stare. I keep talking. "But there's one cock he wants above all others. One man's cum he wants down his throat and in his fat little cunt..that would be you Bud. Your little guy wants to be your best buddy, like Timmy here is mine." I give my tiny boy's face a couple slaps with my hard cock. "Your a fucking liar." Bud growls, "My boy ain't no faggot." Although the menacing man before me seems outraged by the suggestion that his boy would perform perverse sexual acts for him, I can't help but notice his cock is now rock hard, head fully exposed and a trail of cock snot drooling on to the carpet. Timmy, the manipulative little slut moves in to cinch the deal. Taking Bud's cock in both his tiny hands he begins a slow stroking motion then brings it to within inches of his mouth. Looking up at the big sweaty man Timmy asks, "Daddy, can I suck your cock..please Daddy, please put you big cock in my mouth." He lifts Bud's drooling cock up a bit and steps underneath it. Dick drool steams over his cute little nose and cheeks and into his hot, wet, pink mouth. Bud gazes down at my little boy's face, his view partially obstructed by his pulsating cock. He takes a few deep ragged breaths as he watches his juice seep from his rod into my boy's waiting mouth. "You saying that could be my Andy?" Bud asks, watching my boy swallow the nasty shit leaking from his cock. "No Bud," I reply, "That is going to be your son Andy..tonight, tomorrow morning and every day after." Stepping closer I slap my wet cock on my son's small face, leaving a trace of junk on the bridge of his nose and forehead. Bud stares at my angelic boy's upturned face, spoiled and stained by the cock snot we've both deposited there. A moment of silence passes, then another. Suddenly Bud reaches in his shorts and pulls his dick up and out of sight. The snap of his waistband breaks the silence. He takes a deliberate step back from my boy then looks me square in the face. "I need a drink or two before we do this shit." he says. I do my best to hide my smile of triumph but fail miserably. I know we've got him, my boy and I. It might be in five minutes or three hours but before this night is over some boy fucking is going to happen. I'm secretly glad it's going down this way. For sure I love sinking my rod into a tot's hot flesh but I love the build up too. When is it going to happen? How? Who will make the first move? I fucking love it! "Timmy!" I snap. "Go play with Andy for a bit." I say, giving my boy a wink. Timmy scampers off down the hall. Opening a door he looks inside, enters and closes the door behind him. I pull my hard cock up and under the waist band of my boxers wash up in the sink then take a seat on the sofa. "You promised me a drink." I say to Bud. Bud washes the grease off his own hands then pulls out a blender. Reaching into the freezer he gets a tube of frozen lemon-aid and mixes it in the blender with some vodka. I accept the icy drink as Bud plops himself down on the sofa next to me. Bud turns on the T.V. And we make small talk for a bit while we enjoy our drinks. I lean that his wife ran off with a biker about a few years back some time after Andy was born. He had been building a house, a log cabin but hasn't had the motivation to finish since his old lady took off. While Bud is pouring another drink I get up and rummage through his DVD's. I find what I'm looking for and pop it into the player, Bud observing what I'm doing the whole time. He hands me another drink and sits down next to me. "I don't usually watch this shit when the kid's around." he say's as the porn starts playing. "Damn, my kid can give better head than that." I remark as we watch some blonde slut suck a black dudes cock. "Yeah but your cocks not that big." bud remarks, laughing as he gives me a playful punch on the arm. As the porno plays, Bud and I start chubbing up again. Both of us are soon stoking our growing dicks over our boxers. Bud makes the first move kicking off his boots then sliding his boxers off. I take a minute to admire his big uncut cock, the head barely peeking out of his fore-skin. I follow suit, taking off my shoes and sliding my boxers off. We both sit, slowly stroking our growing erections. "So, how long you been fucking around with your kid?" Bud asks. I start telling my story to Bud and soon the words are pouring out of me. I start off with receiving my Dad's gold pocket watch in the mail and continue on to tell Bud how I let my little guy think he hypnotized me and allowed him to suck the cum right out of his daddies own cock. I go own to describe the struggle within myself, finally giving in to my own perverted lust, needing to feel my cock in my son's tiny wet mouth. As I describe how I pretended to hypnotize my boy and slowly managed to open up his ass cunt I notice Bud's cock growing larger and harder, his stroking becoming more deliberate. "Whoa..Buddy," I say to Bud. "Slow down. No need to blow your load all over that belly of yours when there's two cum hungry little sluts just down the hall." Bud removes his hand from his hard cock. He looks at me for a moment before saying. "I don't think my Andy's into this kinda shit." Looking Bud in the eye, I counter "You don't think your son's into sucking this.." I say as I reach over and wrap my fingers around Bud's hard rod. Bud lets out a low moan as I slowly stoke his manhood, bringing his foreskin up and over his helmet and slowly skinning it back. "..or your not into having his hot tiny mouth wrapped around it?" I ask removing my hand form his uncut cock and bringing it back to my own. Bud takes his hard cock in hand again and gives it a shake. "If a cocksucker wants this I'm not going to deny him. I'm just saying that you can't make my boy do it." I can't help but laugh.. "Bud, I'm not going to make your Boy do anything he doesn't want to do. Why was your boy in detention anyway" Bud sighs.. "Who knows what the brat did this time." bud says taking a big gulp of his drink. "..should bend the kid over my knee and teach him a real lesson." "Sounds good to me. My kid's been getting into a bit of mischief too." With that said I stand up and give a shout down the hall. "Timmy, Andy, get your asses in here!" Bud, choking and coughing on his last swig of his drink jumps to his feet, apparently not wanting his young tot finding him and I naked with hard and dripping cocks..but too late. I almost let out a laugh as I see my completely naked child coming down the hall dragging the equally naked Andy behind him. Andy looks a bit flushed, his little boy cock hard as a finishing nail. God only knows what's transpired in that room while Bud and I've been drinking. Bud who had been reaching for his ragged boxers, while at the same time reaching for the remote, stops short. Clearly being caught he stands uncomfortably next to me as the kid's shuffle into the room. Fat, little Andy's eyes go wide as saucers as he spots the hardened man cocks protruding from Bud and I. He looks from his dad's stiff rod then to mine. I catch his eye and give him a smile and a wink. His dad avoids his gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the turn of events. I take a moment to enjoy the awkward moment, knowing full well where were going and what's going to happen. There's no stopping it now. I catch my boy's grinning face and see the same knowledge is written there before he turns his lustful gaze towards Bud's uncut cock. "All right boy's" I address the naked children who stand before their equally naked fathers. "You've both been getting into a bit of trouble at school and it's time for some punishment, some good old fashioned discipline. The boy's make no acknowledgment that they understand a word I've said. They both seem memorized by the hard fleshy tubes in front of them. Andy seems frozen in time, eyes locked on his dad's now throbbing cock, eye level, just a few feet before his face. Bud, no longer averting his gaze is just staring down at his little fleshy and naked boy, seemingly in disbelief that his own child is so captivated by his daddies stiff cock. Bud grips his hard-on at the base and ever so slowly moves it from side to side, watching in astonishment as his own child's head turns from side to side in timing with his motions. Bud looks over to me and I swear I've never seen such an expression of sadness and despair on a grown man's face. I see waves of revelation and discovery wash over him and finally acceptance. It's like I can read his mind...'My son's a faggot cocksucker'. Suddenly Bud's face hardens. Still holding his swollen rod, he leans his hips forward and aggressively wags his cock at his boy. The bold and unexpected move scares his son Andy who jumps back a step. The frightened child looks apprehensively up at his father and is greeted with a stern face, which slowly morphs into a broad grin. Andy, seeing his dad's smile takes a step forward and giggles as his father wag's his cock back an forth, more playfully this time. A cold shiver runs up my spine and I break out in goose bumps. Andy may see a happy smiling daddy but what I see is a cold, hungry grimace. Bud, still wagging his firm manhood looks down at his own young boy like he's his favorite meal...something to satisfy a need. "So you were talking about a spanking?" Bud asks me as he turns toward me, letting go of his cock. That gets the kids attention. My boy glances at me with quizzical look, wondering where the game is going. Andy's happy face once again takes on a frightened and somewhat confused expression. "Bud's right boy's..it's spanking time." I say, supporting my new found partner in crime. "Both you have been up to no good and Bud and I've talked it over and we've both had enough!" The boy's go from shock to resignation. Timmy makes the first move walking over to the sofa and bending over, raising his tiny white ass into the air he gives it a little wiggle..what a slut. Andy slowly and reluctantly joins my Timmy on the sofa, bending over next to my boy. I see Timmy lean over and whisper into Andy's ear. Andy wiggles his ass in the air, just as my son had done. His tiny and fleshy ass wiggles like jello as both boys giggle. Bud and I take a moment to drink in the site before us; two pale white tiny boy asses offered to us voluntary. I move first, caressing my own boys smooth tiny rear end. I see Bud, cock still hard watching me. When he makes no move to join me I move on to his boy Andy. When my large hand first makes contact with his boy's small pale rear Bud's body makes an involuntary aggressive jerk in my direction. I slowly reach out and take Bud's wrist and bring his tanned and calloused hand to his tykes naked ass. Bud let's out a low moan as his large hand comes into contact with his boy's exposed flesh. As he caresses and roughly squeezes one fleshy cheek then the other his other hand finds his cock, slowly stoking his rigid member. Andy lets out a little squeal as his Dad moves his other hand down and gives each of his fat cheeks a firm squeeze. I break the moment by giving Timmy's ass a firm swat, eliciting a cry of surprise from my little slut. "Well what do you think Bud. Think it's time to give these trouble-makers a good spanking?" I ask. When I don't hear an answer I glance over at Bud. I don't think he even heard me. He's too captivated by his son's tiny bare bottom which he continues to rub and squeeze. Another sharp slap to my boy's upturned ass not only elicits another cry from Timmy but shakes Bud from his trance. I give the pale tiny boy ass in front of me another slap, encouraging Bud to join in. Soon we're both delivering a somewhat playful spanking to our mischievous tots. When both boy's rear ends are properly pinked I direct them to stand before us. Timmy and Andy put up a pretense of being hurt and upset but they both have smirks on their faces and show off their tanned rears to one another, giggling all the while. I silence the boy's and direct them to stand before Bud and I. The seriousness of my tone and demeanor has the intended effect of causing some anxiety in the two naked boys. Even in his frightened state, Andy cant help but steal glances at the two hard adult cocks in front of him as he absentmindedly tugs on his own baby cock. "All right boys," I pronounce "I think it's time for some confessions and apologies." I look down at the chubby little Andy. He can barely meet my gaze. "OK, your first Andy," I say. "Tell us what you did to get a detention." Little Andy dropped his head and looking at his bare feet answered "I pushed Mary Beth into the mud." "And you Timmy? What did you do at school?" I said, looking down at my own naked child. My tiny Timmy mimics Andy's demeanor starring at feet as he begins to unburden himself. "Well I did something to my teacher" he stammers. "What did you do to your teacher?" I demand firmly "I...I..." Timmy begins still looking at his feet, but as he finishes his sentence he looks up at Bud and I as an evil grin spreads across his face "...tried to suck off Mr. Nash." Andy gasps at the same time his father gives a grunt of surprise. "You know your not to suck cock without Daddy's permission." I scolded my son. Funny thing is we never had such a discussion. As I reprimand my boy I stare intently into his eyes, making my point clear. "You got me boy?" I reiterate. "Yes Daddy." Timmy reply's sheepishly. My hand whips out and roughly grabs a fist full of my boy's hair. A sudden flash of anger overtakes me and I jerk my boy's head back forcing him to look at me. "I mean it Timmy! No more games! You don't touch a cock without my permission!" The events of a few hours ago in Mr. Nash's office play out in my mind. I'll be lucky if I don't end up in jail branded a child molester. If I do somehow get out of this mess it's only a matter of time before Timmy's habit get us in trouble again. Me in prison and him in some foster home. I have to make the boy understand. It's like Bud and Andy are no longer present. It's just Timmy and I, our eye's locked onto one another. The game we've been playing with Andy and his Dad is over, it's just the two of us in this moment in time. A minute passes in tense silence or is it an hour, I don't know. Through our locked eye's I convey the seriousness of my demand. Timmy returns my stare, really looking at me, not as a little boy and his father but as an equal. "Yes Daddy, I understand." my little boy reply's with more sincerity and promise than I've ever heard from him. And I believe him. More than believe him, I know it's true. Bud and his son Andy fade back into reality. I sense the tension in the air as I glance at the two of them who are just starring at us. "Well boy, now that that's settled I think you should apologize." I say. "I'm really sorry Daddy," Timmy reply's. "Show me." I say, "Show Daddy your sorry." With that, Timmy takes a step forward and takes my cock in both is small hands. As he raises my fleshy rod to his mouth you could hear a pin drop in the room. Timmy pauses with the flaring head of my cock inches from his tiny mouth. "I really am sorry Daddy." he sincerely states. Then he closes those tiny red baby lips around the tip of my cock. The little guy tries and fails in getting the large head of my rod into his mouth. It's still difficult for the small child and sometimes I have to help him. Placing my hand on the back of his head I pull him forward filling his tiny skull with my hard cock. Timmy starts slurping and bobbing up and down on the few inches of his daddies dick that he can fit into his mouth at this angle. Looking down at my own little boy fellating my hard cock I take a moment to enjoy my apology. I look to Bud and then his son Andy. Both their jaws have dropped in astonishment and shock at the scene playing out before them. Seeing Andy's open mouth I'm tempted to rip my cock from my boy's tight mouth and stick it it the kid's fleshy opening but I suppose his dad should be the one to pop his face cunt cherry. Speaking, I startle our two shocked voyeurs. "OK Andy, Timmy here is doing a good job saying sorry now it's your turn." Andy looks to me questioningly while his Dad just stands there looking down at his naked little boy, hard cock sticking straight out. When Andy makes no movement I instruct him further. "Take you Daddies cock in both hands." nodding my head towards Bud's engorged rod. Andy takes a tentative step forward looking up at his Dad. When Bud makes no sign of protest Andy slowly reaches out both his chubby arms and wraps both hands around his Dad's swollen member. Bud just stands there, still as a statue. Holding the hard rod before him Andy turns his head to me for further instruction. God, I'm loving this. "OK baby," I direct the boy "now grip it tightly with both your hands and move them back and forth." Andy readjusts his grip and cautiously moves his hands up and down on Bud's shaft causing the foreskin to move back and forth revealing an angry and swollen red head with every down stroke. Still Bud stands there... I don't think he's even breathing. "That's called jacking a cock." I explain to Andy. "Or maturating. Your masturbating your daddy or giving him a hand job." Encouraged by my explanation Andy smiles and continues to jack off his Dad with renewed vigor. Bud's statuesque demeanor cracks a bit as he lets out a grunt of satisfaction and a bit of drool starts forming at the tip of his cock. "Now Andy," I continue "what are you doing to your daddy?" "I'm...I'm...doing a hand job on him" the little boy reply's as his hands starts to become slick with the pre-jiz leaking from his Dad. "And your giving a hand job to your Daddy because?............" Little Andy pauses for a moment then answers "Because I'm sorry for getting detention again." I beam a wide grin at the boy. "That's right baby..that's right. But to be really sorry your going to have to suck off your Daddy. Do you know what that means? To suck cock, to give head?" Andy bashfully shakes his head no while he continues to manipulate his Dad's cock. "Look at you friend Timmy here." I nod toward my own boy who's busily drinking the creamy nectar flowing from my hard cock. "That's sucking cock. Timmy's giving me head." We all look at Timmy who's oblivious to whats going on, contently jacking me off with his face stuffed to overflowing with my hardened cock, swallowing any and all of my nasty seed he can get. Andy hearing my words looks at the flaring and now drooling hard cock of his dad only inches from his face. The attention starved tyke only hesitates for a fraction of a second before diving on the stiff rod. Andy's suck hole is a bit bigger than my own boys so it only takes him a few seconds to work the end of his Dad's cock into his moist head hole. This causes a loud gasp form Bud who exhales slowly and then gives a sharp inhale as he feels his young son's tongue start to work on the sensitive head of his cock. Bud just stares down at his tiny son who's busy giving the first, and certainly not the last, blow job of his life. I drink in the moment, enjoying the feeling of my boy's too tight mouth trying desperately to get as many inches of my manhood as possible pass his stretched pink lips. At the same time I stare intently at Andy busily sucking his Dad's thick cock for the first time. Life is fucking good! My reverie is broken by Bud's sudden moments. He takes a deliberate step back, his cock pulling out of his son's mouth with a wet suction. Andy just stands there dumfounded and confused, his chin wet with his own saliva as well as his fathers dick drool. Bud stares down at his own little boy's face that he had just penetrated for the first time. His face is a mask, impossible to read. He makes his way to the sofa and plops down and spreads his legs a bit. Pointing at his boy he snaps his fingers and points to the floor in front of him. Andy slowly makes his way over to his Bud his attention shifting from his Dad's face to the stiff rod point straight up in his lap. Bud takes his son by the shoulder, gaining his full attention. Taking his hard cock in the other hand he asks his boy "You like sucking my cock boy?" "Yes Daddy," Andy reply's "..it, um..tastes good too." Bud moves his hand from his son's naked shoulder to gently caress the boy's face. "Tastes good" he mutters under his breath. Bud wipes some of the nasty shit from his son's chin and inserting the digit into his son's mouth, feeds him the slime. "Your a good boy Andy" Bud say's still caressing his son's small smooth face with his rough hands. Andy lets go with a wide grin. I think it's the first time I've seen the kid smile in the presence of his Dad. Bud leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on his boy's forehead then placing his hand on his son's shoulder brings the kid to his knees and playfully wags his hard-on at the boy. Andy goes in for another round of cock sucking when he pauses and looks up at his father. "Daddy? am..am I your best buddy" For the first time Bud's face show's some emotion. Cracking a smile he reply's "Sure, you and me best buddies" as he chuckles then brings the boy's head into his lap. Little Andy wastes no time and stuffs his mouth full of as much of his Dad's hard cock as he can get. I swear I can see the Kid still smiling which is impossible seeing as how his lips form a big round 'O' wrapped around the stiff rod in his mouth. Bud leans back on the sofa and watches his boy bob and slurp on his hard dick then reaching for the remote turns off the porn and turns the cable on to football. "Games on." he says and motions for me to join him on the sofa. For the full first half Bud and I sit and watch the game while our two little boys do their best to suck, jack, lick and slurp every drop of nectar they can get from their Daddies drooling cocks. All the while Bud and I are shooting the shit, drinking beers and watching the game. At some point we switch partners and as I watch the chubby little Andy go down on me I realize he's number three. "What's that?" Bud asks me. "You said 'three'" I'm startled not realizing I spoke aloud. "Yeah, this is my third. Your Andy here's the third little boy I've had swinging off the end of my cock." And shit the kid's a natural. He's getting half my length down his gullet and not even gagging. "And oh God, he's good at it." I moan. "Um, Tom.." Bud says, nodding toward my boy. "We seem to have a bit of a problem here. Looking down I see my boy trying in vain to get Bud's cock head into his mouth. "Yeah, he needs some help sometimes." I say as I reach over with both hands, one taking hold of Bud's cock at it's base and the other I grab a fistful of Timmy's hair on the back of his head and forcibly shove Bud's cock into my son's mouth. Bud lets out a moan of pleasure then a "Whoa, not so rough." as he knocks my hand away. Chuckling I say, "Rough? That ain't anything Buddy" and with that I reach over once again grasping my son's small skull in one hand and really start driving him down onto Bud's shaft. Again and Again I ram my kid's face down on Bud's now steel hard rod giving him a rough face fucking. Bud throws back his head and shouts out "Oh fuck, oh God.." over and over. As I ease up and slow down, Bud comes back to his senses. "God Damn! That's some good head." he exclaims. "Bud my buddy that's just the start of it." I slip my dick out of Andy's mouth while ripping my kid off of Bud's cock. I have the two little boy's switch position then really start fucking Timmy's mouth. With two fist fulls of hair I roughly drive my Daddy dick into my son's face. Bud looks on in astonishment and horror. Just when I'm about convinced that he's not going to join in on the fun I see little Andy approach his Dad and look up expectantly at him with a twinge of fear and...hope? Bud reaches out and gently strokes his boy's hair. He pauses for a minute and glances over at me as now I'm not only driving my son's head down on my cock but thrusting my hips upwards, trying to get as many inches I can into it's gullet. Bud's gentle hands slowly turn to fists and in those fists is his boy's hair. With a manly grunt Bud drives his hard and dripping cock into his boys waiting face cunt and fucks it. The air is filled with a sick, wet, slurping and gagging from the boys and grunting and moaning from Bud and I. Soon we're fucking in time with each other. I put off my orgasm for as long as I can but when I sense Bud's coming climax I can't hold off any longer. Both boy's mouths and throats are soon being filled with jet's of semen from the two grown men fucking their angelic faces. Bud and I recover from our simultaneous orgasms as our small tykes lick all traces off jiz from our cocks, balls and anywhere else they can find the pearly white goo. We shoo the boy's off to the shower and continue to watch the game and chat. Not surprisingly the dominate topic of conversion is how fucking awesome having small, tight, smooth little boy flesh wrapped around our hard cocks feels. I describe to Bud how to properly position his boy to get the full length of his manhood into the his little guys tiny throat so he can really deep throat him. Bud asks me about his boy being the third kid I've put my dick to. He's shocked when I tell him about Kevy and that he's almost two years younger than his own boy. I had intended to stay and see if I can manage to get my dick into Andy's tight little boy pussy and just the thought of Bud here fucking my own boy's small ass cunt has me chubbing up. It is however getting late and to say the day's events have me exhausted is an understatement. During the drive home I keep thinking about Bud being shocked that I've had three little guys on my dick. Thinking about it, I know I want more, will have more. I wonder what number will satisfy my lust; Timmy's entire class would be a nice start. Picturing all those little guys impaled on my hard adult cock has me horny. Glancing over at my boy asleep in the passenger seat I put the pedal down and race home. End of Chapter 07 Well that's it for this chapter. If you want more to cum email me. Taleteller33@gmail.com