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Subject: Living the Life Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve By Nick W. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: ail If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. They provide a valuable service and work very hard to keep this place running. Your donations will really help. Thank you. Reader’s note: The first couple of pages are not sexual because not everything in living the pedo life is rainbows and dry cums. But no worries, this is also a fuck story, so we’ll jump dick first into those right afterwards. I awoke the next morning with the first shaft of daylight jabbing my eyes like shards of glass. What the fuck? Where was I? My head ached with the mother of all hangovers as spittle drooled from my slack mouth. I was naked on a hard surface —the houseboat deck. Suddenly I remembered the disturbing scene from last night which took place right here. Painfully I got up and looked at the flooring. There was no pentagram or rolled up blue carpet, just normal deck. I rubbed my eyes before stumbling down the stairs to the interior. I heard snoring outside of Chad’s small cabin. When I opened our bedroom door, I was greeted with the sight of Little Kev snuggling with Andy. Both breathing and fine. I drank a big glass of water, popped some Tylenol, and started prep work to make my hangover smoothies. I kept remembering the scene from last night of Chad and Andy kneeling inside a pentagram painted on the floor and chanting Satanic crap. It seemed so real. Grabbing my smartphone I checked a picture I took the day before. There was no blue carpet on the deck floor, just the same damn deck I was passed out on this morning. The relief was so intense that tears just started running down my cheeks. It was just a cocaine fueled hallucination. So, my readers, this too is part of living the life. I fucked up. I violated my number one rule of keeping control and let the drug use run wild. Going back to the upper deck, I watched the sun rise through bloodshot eyes. I sat there for a couple of hours taking a self-inventory. I don’t believe in the Satan nonsense anymore than I believe in fairy tales, but there are two touchstones in which I do believe. Balance and intuition. To say that last night’s partying was out of balance was to put it mildly. I realized to my chagrin that I had been letting my drug rules gradually slip. I used to do hard drugs only once a week with an amount measured out before while I was sober. Anyone reading my story will remember how that started to slide. As for intuition, what was my dark hallucination trying to teach me? Was Chad a corrupting influence? I fucking knew that answer. I went back below and found Chad in the shower and Andy hung over. “Hey Chuck. Last night was fucking wild,” he said. “Maybe too wild. I woke up this morning passed out on the deck upstairs. Want a hangover smoothie?” “Fuck, dude. That’s messed up. Hell yeah, I need a smoothie,” he said hitting the Tylenol as well. Smoothies in hand, we went upstairs and climbed into the hot tub. For us, this was our place to connect. I quizzed Andy about last night, and all of the sex I wrote about last chapter actually happened. Fuck yeah, I thought, because it was great. To be clear, I didn’t regret any of it. In fact, it chubbed me a bit. Andy bit his lip and then said, “There is something I have to tell you.” Oh shit, I thought. “Remember when Chad was fucking us both with that awesome Prince Alpert thingy? Well, I felt Chad trying to push another rock up my ass. I stopped him and said I had enough and just wanted his dick. He said, `OK, double for Chuck then.’ And he slid it up your butt. Dude, you were already seriously fucked up. I’m sorry, man. I should have stopped him.” I sighed and then hugged him. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I should have structured the partying and rationed the drugs. I started doing that years ago to prevent shit like last night from happening. I had a dark hallucination last night,” I said. I told him the details, and Andy looked like his little bro with his mouth going wide. “No way. That’s fucked up. I am not religious or anything, but if I were going to be, I would pick Buddhism not Satanism. I’m Slytherin not Voldemort. That must have been freaky seeing that. And speaking of freaky, there is something else that Chuck did last night. You aren’t going to like it.” “I already don’t. What is it?” I asked wearily. “He tried to convince me to start steroids,” Andy said. “I told him I wasn’t interested, and he better not say that in front of you. He just laughed and said, `What Chuck doesn’t know won’t hurt him.'” I closed my eyes. It’s not like I didn’t know this part of the man. Our memories can be selective, though, especially when we want to just remember the good parts. “Let me tell you about Chad. In high school I worked in my dad’s grocery stores and worked my ass off to be the top of my class. I got into the school I wanted in New York. Freshman year I got straight A’s. I met Chad my sophomore year. We partied and fucked around, and my G.P.A. slid to B+. By my junior year I was on academic probation. If my mother hadn’t died the summer before, they would have kicked me out. Chad did flunk out. With him gone, in my senior year I made all A’s again. Well, that’s not entirely true. I got a B in theoretical physics. I still don’t fucking understand string theory.” We laughed. “The thing is I always wanted to be a top shelf attorney. Graduate from an Ivy league law school and join a blue ribbon firm. But with my grades, the best I could do was the best of the second tier schools. I’m not blaming Chad. I blame myself. I let him corrupt me into imbalance. If we had just done a third of what we did, all those drugs and all the fucking, we still would have had a great time. But my grades wouldn’t have suffered.” We were silent for a time. “I’m sorry, Chuck. You’ve actually been a good influence on me. After a big party night, you have me work out extra hard for the week,” Andy said. “It’s balance. Did you know that everything in the universe is in balance or moving towards it? There’s nothing wrong with most drugs if you do them in moderation and balance it with healthy activities. But fucking steroids! Your college football career would end with no chance of playing in the pros.” “I know,” Andy nodded. “That was fucked up.” When Chad came to the wheelhouse and brought me a cup of coffee, we had a long talk. Eventually he became defensive and a bit belligerent. He said I was obviously fine and overreacting. Chad downplayed the steroids and said it was just an option. He stiffened and went cold when I told him I wanted to return to Key West right away. “Fine,” he spat out. “You can go below now.” From experience, we let Kevin sleep into the afternoon. Chad stayed upstairs in the wheelhouse. Kevin eventually came out of the cabin, naked, with his smart phone in hand. He was giggling. “Look, Leo sent me a video,” he said handing us his device. In it a huge man about the size of your average grizzly was naked and pounding Leo underneath. He too was naked, but when the big brute fucked down, his massive frame completely covered the little boy underneath. Soon the boy turned his head, and we saw Leo smiling underneath his mop of curly hair. He smiled and waved to the camera. “Ha ha,” Andy said. “That must be his brother Brick fucking him. Hot. I see you liked it too, you little perv.” Andy reached down and started stroking his little brother’s hard cocklet. Kevin cooed and moaned. I kissed Kevin deeply as Andy started sucking his brother’s little boner. Kevin lay back, naked and aroused, as the two of us pleasured him. As I kissed the ten year old and Andy fellated him, we never broke eye contact with each other. Within a minute, Kevin’s body shuddered in orgasm. As Andy stood up completely hard, Chad came down into the cabin. “We are half an hour away from Key West,” he announced. “We’re going back?” Kevin asked looking at him. Chad looked at me, and I shook my head no. “We busted a fuel line, kiddo. I’m sorry. However, Papa Dan invites you all to spend the night as his house. I have to stay on board here and fix the engine,” Chad said. As we docked, the four of us hugged. It was a bit sad to leave, but I had to draw a line. The twenty something servant of Papa Dan’s, one of the two he named Fucktoy, met us at the harbor. He took us to a local shack where Andy, Kev, and I gorged ourselves on fish tacos. Afterwards we returned to Papa Dan’s spacious but empty house. The second servant named Fucktoy, a saucy fourteen year old with an ass like a luscious melon, said, “Papa Dan went deep sea fishing today. He does that anytime he has a cancelation for a tattoo.” We were still tired and opted to stay at home and swim and lay by the private pool out in the warm Florida sun. Andy and I swam laps, and Kevin snoozed under an umbrella. I caught Andy curled up naked in a chair reading The Sun Also Rises which pleased me. As I walked naked back to the house to piss, I ran into the younger Fucktoy. I had eyed him a couple of days back wanting a piece of him. Papa Dan has firm rules that his servants are to be naked and shaved smooth. This really set off their all-over golden brown tans. Fucktoy eyed me and smiled. We had instant chemistry. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his naked body face first against the wooden wall. I spit twice on my dripping hard cock and pushed inside him. The feisty scamp hunched back against my thrusting dick, and soon we settled into a lusty rut. It was only ten minutes, but we both burned with passion. Panting, I licked his ear as I sawed in and out of that sexy bubble butt. This was exactly what I needed — a good, hard fuck to force the toxins out of my body. It’s the final step in my nasty hangover remedy. Spraying what felt a quart of cum, I had an exquisite climax in his tight chute. This caused him to shoot his load on the lime green wood. I slapped Fucktoy’s ass and returned to pool and diving in. “Dude, this story is so sad,” Andy said. “He can’t fuck anymore because his dick or balls were shot off in the war. I think I would kill myself if I didn’t denizli escort have a cock.” “And you have a beautiful one,” I said reaching out and stroking it. I lay on the lounging bed next to where Kev was sleeping. “Why don’t you join us?” I asked. Andy scrambled over, and we kissed as he settled in. Shortly we were all sleeping. The older Fucktoy woke as and asked if we wanted to go see the sunset. We did and dressed before walking hand in hand the short distance to the beach. Andy and I would lift Kevin between us as he pretended to jump long distances. We were all back to normal, and we silently enjoyed the flaming orange ball sinking into the blue expanse of water. Of all the parts of our vacation, watching the sunsets are the memories that please me most. The purple twilight hues bathed the courtyard just as we and Papa Dan returned. He greeted us with a hug. “So good to have you three come back. These are my friends from Norway. This is Ragnar. He was one of my boys. I watched after him from when he was three to eight years old. Now he is married to Torsten here and has these two handsome boys.” Ragnar was muscled and had a long blond beard. He didn’t get his impressive chest and arms from the gym, however. These muscles were earned with hard labor. The kids’ names escape me, but the older one was around eight and the younger one around Timmy’s age. As Papa Dan started up the daquiri blender, we stripped as is the custom in the house. Andy and I shared a joint but refused the booze. Papa Dan pulled me aside and said, “I am sorry about whatever happened out on the ocean. I blame Chad’s Creole blood. It makes people run hot and reckless.” “I played a part in it as well,” I said. “It’s all good, though, and thank you for your hospitality.” When Ragnar found out we were headed to Disneyworld the next day, he went to his room and returned with three feathers dyed bright orange. I noticed safety pins pins affixed to the back. “We just got back from Disneyworld. It was a fun trip, and what’s more is pedos from all over the world are coming this whole week. Put these feathers on your shirts but only after you get into the park. You can then spot the other pedophiles and their boys. The rules are no pictures, no phone numbers, and no last names. Also, if anyone asks you where you got them, you must say, `We just found them on the ground.’ The feather plus those words will verify everyone is a pervert.” “That’s so cool,” Andy enthused. “I have always wanted special glasses so I could pick out the hidden pedos around us.” We all loosened up with the libations and weed. Papa Dan’s nine year old son Theo was all over Torsten. Andy stood chatting with Ragnar like anyone at a cocktail party except in this twisted house everyone was naked. Fuck yeah. “It must have been great being raised by Papa Dan from three to eight,” Andy said half hard from the thought. Ragnar scratched his beard and said, “My earliest memory of Papa Dan was his huge cock in my mouth urinating. For those five years, he made me into his personal urinal. He taught me that boys need both cock juices to grow up well.” That interesting conversation ended when a handsome young man, naked, led an equally naked women into the room. Her belly was extended with child. “There’s my new son to be,” Papa Dan exclaimed. “In three months my new baby boy will be here. I think you all know my second son, Tomas, who seeded the bitch for me,” Papa Dan added. “He really is Craster from Game of Thrones,” Andy whispered to me. He had a point. Papa Dan’s son, Tomas, fathers a son — Papa’s grandson. But Tomas will present the baby boy to his Papa to raise him. And you can guess what it means to be raised by Papa Dan. For sure, the eccentric artist marched to the beat of a different drummer, but what he did next surprised me. Papa Dan moved the older Norwegian kid from his dick. He stood in front of the woman and pushed his erect dick inside her shaved cunt. With a total sense of entitlement, the sixty year old fucked her. “No way,” Andy whispered. “There’s my baby boy,” Papa Dan declared picking up his cigar and puffing on it. “Soon enough there will be nothing separating me from my boy.” After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and motioned with his hand for the Fucktoys to remove the breeding sow. Andy and I took a seat on a small sofa with a wide-eyed Kevin between us. “That’s how babies are made, isn’t it?” he asked in wonder. “Yes, but as you can see the baby was made several months ago,” I said. “Look at you, little man,” Andy said. “All hard watching some twat get fucked. Who knows? If I can like cock, maybe one day you will like pussy.” “Never!” Kevin said defiantly. “I’m the one who gets fucked here.” Andy and I laughed, and then Kevin giggled. The teen jock pulled his little brother onto his lap facing him. He began kissing him lightly. His big cock started to harden until it reached its full nine inches, throbbing obscenely behind Kevin’s bare back. Looking at Andy’s dick twitching and dripping on Kevin’s spine showed everyone just how far the fuck tool would penetrate the boy. That made me instantly hard. Andy talked softly to Kevin. “Hey, baby bro. I agree with you. You are here to get fucked. Want me to put my big cock in you? Huh? Yeah? My big hard cock? That’s right, boy. You want to get fucked. You need to get fucked.” Kevin was mesmerized and nodded. Sometimes he would softly say, “Yeah” or “Yes, Andy.” The football star was slowly stroking his little brother’s chest while lightly squeezing his tits. He ran his fingertips over the boy’s body and naked thighs. I saw little streams of precum dripping down Andy’s fully erect fuck tool. Then, with the ease of a muscled jock, he picked up his little brother and placed his hole on his wet dickhead. Before I knew it, the head was in, and my little slut was sliding down onto his brother’s invading cock. I realized Kevin had not been lubed. He seemed to be taking it well, though, and nodded when his brother asked if it felt good. At some point Kevin would need to be weaned off the cocaine lube anyway, and I thought perhaps this was the time. The fuck seemed slick enough from Andy’s copious precum. I could see his biceps and pecs ripple as he lifted the sixty pound boy up and down on his fucking dick. I saw him turn Kevin’s body an inch to the left, and instantly I knew he was doing it to hit the ten year old’s prostate. This teen knew how to fuck! Kevin and Andy turned to me pursing their lips. I leaned in and gave them both a tongue kiss while the muscular athlete sodomized his baby bro. “Fuck yeah,” Andy whispered. “I love you guys.” Suddenly it occurred to me that the room was quiet. I looked around the courtyard and found the assembled perverts had moved in closely to watch the lewd spectacle of Andy’s nine inches going all the way into the boy and then being pulled completely out of the little boy ass. Then it went back in and slowly downward, all of this powered by the jock’s sinewy arms. I saw Papa Dan’s son Tomas smile and say, “That’s fucking hot!” Ragnar nodded and said, “I would very much like to see that cock inside of my youngest boy. Andy looks to be a bit bigger than me.” Kevin and Andy became aware of the attention, and Kevin turned his head to see everyone watching them. He blushed! It was adorable. Andy pulled his bro off his cock, and Kevin turned around. His hairless little boy cock jutted out proudly. “How about it, Andy?” the bearded Norwegian asked. “Would you like to fuck my youngest?” Ragnar took his young son by the hand and presented the naked lad to the jock whose cock remained rock hard and shiny from his brother’s ass and rivers of his precum. “Is he old enough?” Andy asked incredulously. “Of course. I have been fucking him for a year, and I am eight inches,” the pervert said. He had to be around Timmy’s age, and I found out later that he was indeed half Kevin’s age. Andy licked his lips eyeing the naked boy. Even though he declared to me the week before that he was done with “widdle ones,” as he called them, I could see from his twitching and drooling dick that the idea appealed to him. “I would be happy to finish the fuck of your little brother,” the Nordic stud said with his big boner thrusting out from his bushy blond pubes. “What do you say, Little Man? Do you want our Norwegian friend to fuck you?” Kevin was momentarily shy, but after looking at the man’s hardon, he quickly got over it. “Yeah. But I want to watch you fuck his little boy first,” my pervy little boyfriend said. Oh yeah, so did I. Andy crouched down to the little Norwegian boy’s height and introduced himself. “Hey, buddy. I hear you like to get fucked.” The boy nodded and said, “You have a nice cock.” “Thank you. Can we get that bottom couch cushion on this table?” Andy asked taking charge. “That’s just the perfect height. Great.” He lifted the tyke and sat him on the edge of the table. Andy bent down and kissed him. For several moments he ran his tongue all around the kid’s mouth. He pushed the boy back on the cushion and placed his small feet on his shoulders. I swear I could hear Andy humming as he swiped his tongue up and down the small crack. The kid moaned and scooted forward to get more of his asshole on the jock’s drooling tongue. The teen sucked a finger and slid it in. “That’s tight, but yeah, I can feel he’s been fucked before. And he is lubed and cleaned out. Oh, you like that, huh? Widdle slut!” Andy said with a grin. I looked around and watched all the males masturbating. “What’s this here?” Andy asked while still probing with his finger. “Feels like a boy button to me. And in such a fuckable position.” He withdrew his digit and moved his wet purple dickhead to the boy’s asshole. Andy is one of those talented fuckers that can penetrate a hole quickly with seemingly no effort. As he gracefully slid his penis inside the boy, the jock gasped with pleasure. “Fuck yeah. Thanks, Ragnar and Torsten. Your little slut feels so good on my cock.” “Fuck him,” Ragnar said practically drooling. And the muscular teen did. Andy fucked the head and a few inches in and then out, rubbing the experienced tyke’s prostate. The lad boned hard, his inch and half fully erect. When Andy started sliding the full length of his cock into the widdle boy, he gasped out loud. “Oh, fuck yeah! Fuuuuck! I can see my dickhead in his tummy,” the perverted teen dikimevi escort exclaimed in wonder. Andy’s cock curves upward and straight ahead like mine. When packed into the kid’s ass, his massive mushroom head poked up and was clearly visible. I was masturbating like everyone else, but the sight was so erotic, I shot off like a damn schoolboy on the Spanish floor tiles. Kevin watched the lewd spectacle with dreamy eyes. He idly played with his hard dick, but he smiled when he saw me. Papa damn snapped his fingers, and the fourteen year old Fucktoy I had sodomized earlier appeared. Papa pointed to the cum on the floor, and the boy got down and began lapping it up. Ragnar nodded approvingly. “That was one of my responsibilities as well. Papa taught me to never let a man’s dick juices go to waste.” The teen servant licked the rest of the cum from my dick. Meanwhile Andy kept up a steady pumping rhythm. Nothing too rough but still a full-on fuck. The kid was sweating buckets and thrashed about on the table talking in Norwegian. I could tell that a big dry cum was imminent. Andy smiled and watched the boy closely. As the labored breathing and moans increased, the jock reached down and stroked the boy cocklet. Within seconds the kid was spasming with delight followed by another sensational explosion. My guess is that it was an anal orgasm followed by a penile one. It was beautiful to see a very little boy get so much joy from a teen’s nine inch dick. As for Andy, I could tell from the way he was clenching his ass cheeks that he was close to cumming. The tyke clamping down on his cock had to be driving him insane with lust. It took six more thrusts before he bellowed and collapsed on the boy. Andy regained his exposure and looked down at the sweaty boy breathing hard. He kissed him again before standing up and looking at the boy’s father. “Hey, Ragnar,” he called out. “I have to take a piss. Is it OK if I do it up your little son’s ass?” Ragnar was still for a second before a smile broke out. “It is his duty. Have at it,” the strong Nordic man said. “Fuck yeah,” Andy said. He let loose with a strong, hot stream of urine. Almost unbelievably, we could see the piss stream hitting the inside of the boy’s belly where Andy’s cockhead protruded. The jock reached down and massaged his pissing dickhead from the outside of the boy’s belly, laughing in amazement. When his bladder was empty, he pulled his spent penis from the kid’s hole. Piss and cum dribbled to the floor. Andy looked at me with a `Can you believe that happened’ look. Ragnar walked over to his son and pressed his face into his boy’s small ass. The sexy dad licked and sucked for some time before he stood up, his long beard wet from Andy’s piss and cum. He then went over to Kevin and rubbed his cockhead on his red lips. Hungrily Kevin took the man inside and started to suck his hard cock. Yeah, my boy is a total dickpig. Lucky him. He should have lots of gratifying sex in his life. Kevin was enjoying blowing the pervert so much that he dry cummed when the man’s cock pushed into his throat. Ragnar fucked Kevin’s ass next. It’s always beautiful to watch a big eight inch dick sink into the butthole of a hairless fuck. There is something natural and right about it. The rut itself was unimaginative, though, and while Ragnar came from it, Kevin did not. We changed into clothes for an earlier dinner than usual. Papa’s celebrity client had to cancel his tattoo appointment because his girlfriend was ill. Papa planned to go out deep sea fishing the next day, but he made us a generous offer. “Your plane doesn’t leave until noon. I would like to give the three of you a tattoo on your thigh in a part where the speedo covers you. I know Kevin and Andy need to hide it. This is the concept I had in mind.” The famous artist held up a face pic of Mickey Mouse. Round face, two ears, nose, big smile and something different. Mickey had his red tongue lewdly sticking out of his mouth. It looked like that smiley face emoji with the tongue hanging out. One picture had it to the left, one in the center, and one to the right. Fuck yeah. Pervy Mickey Mouse! “To mark the occasion of your New Year’s in Disneyworld, I drew some secret tattoos for you three. All are similar and yet unique. It’s my treat. A gift for you, my friends.” “That’s so ,” Andy said. “And mom would never see it unless she saw us naked which she won’t.” We accepted the generous gifts with thanks. After dinner we said goodnight so we could rise early. The three of us showered together and then crawled into bed. Kevin was between us and asked, “You know what?” “What?” we asked in unison. “You guys asked me about my butt. Without the lube, I feel some pain at first when getting fucked. The pain used to come after the sex and the stuff wore off. I kind of like it now because I know it will pass, and you two make me feel so good. You two are the bestest!” On that happy note, we all went to sleep. The next morning, we all gathered in Papa Dan’s tattoo studio. He locked the door and drew the blinds. The three of us stripped and then put on our speedos. Papa tugged and pulled on the fabric to see where it covered. Then he made marks on our thighs. “You and Andy are magnificent examples of the male form, Chuck. Your bodies are muscled yet graceful. This V cut on you two, often referred to as the Adonis belt, sets off your abdomen muscles admirably. Right below the V cut and slightly on the inner thigh is where I will put them. That way you studs can have your soft cocks flop onto Mickey’s face,” Papa Dan said with a smile. When he got to Kevin, he kissed the boy’s forehead. “And you are sheer perfection. Nicely toned for your age but still soft and all boy. I imagine these two will make sure you develop a nicely toned body,” he said. “I never mind when a client cancels. I consider it an opportunity. So when Tyler Posey had to reschedule, I thought this is my chance to adorn you three studs with some subversive art.” Kevin nearly choked from excitement. “You were going to tattoo Teen Wolf?” the naked boy asked jumping to his feet. “I was and I have. He’s a real gentleman,” Papa Dan said. The tattoo pain was less than I expected, but I was glad when it was over. Kevin whimpered a bit but was determined that if Teen Wolf could do it, so could he. Andy, sexy perv that he is, stayed boned throughout. In just a few hours we were bandaged and on our way. Now the seasoned traveler, Kevin was less fascinated with the single engine plane than he was with his map of Disneyworld. He excitedly talked about where and how he wanted to explore the park. Andy kept reading his novel. We checked the dress code, and three of us settled on loose shorts with no underwear, sneakers, and muscle shirts. This allowed Andy and I to show off our brawny arms and hairy pits. It also allowed some pervs out there to enjoy Kevin’s smooth ones. I suppose I never developed an appreciation for Disneyworld because I never went there until I was twenty. My dad worked all the time and so did I. Despite my pleas to go there when I was a boy, he scoffed at what he called Dizzyworld. The few vacations we took were to the Jersey shore. But for Kevin he was in Neverland. Even Andy became a little kid again, and their exuberance delighted me. We followed Kev’s lead as he took us all over the place. Following Ragnar’s instructions, we pinned the orange feathers on our shirt straps. We kept a look out for anyone else wearing them, but to no avail. When we finally did see two men and a boy, we all turned and huddled together until they passed. How do I put this? On a scale of 1-10, they hovered around a solid two. As the boys were thrilling to a ride, a handsome Latino man came up beside me. “I see have two boys as well. Three people make it hard to ride unless you want to ride with a stranger,” he said. “True,” I said. “But this trip is for the boys,” I said. “Yes, it is. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun too,” he said fingering a bright orange feather on his black leather jacket. I looked at him more carefully. The tight black tee under the jacket revealed a flat stomach and defined pecs. His fine brown features made his white teeth stand out. Handsome and muscled. Kevin will like that, I thought. “Absolutely,” I replied. “I am enjoying my boys so much on this trip. Where did you get that feather?” I asked. “Oh this? I found it on the ground. Where did you find yours, my friend?” he asked. “Also on the ground,” I replied. The ride ended and soon Andy and Kevin came bouncing out. I kept my eye out for two Hispanic boys but was surprised when two blond boys flew into his arms. Andy noticed the feather immediately and grinned when he saw the two cute little rascals. Introductions were made all around. We met Alex the dad (short for Alejandro) and his two boys Benji and Bobby. They joined our group, and we all followed Kev to the next attractions. I enjoyed chatting with the Latino biker, and we would pick out sexy boys in the crowd and whisper things like, “I’d love to see him choking on my fat dick.” Now that our group was six, we got to pair up on rides. I enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean with Kevin who wanted to share it with me. Andy road with both Benji and Bobby and won them over with his charm and good looks. He found out they were fraternal twins and had their eighth birthday that summer. Alex road with Kevin a couple times, and Kev told me later he felt him up. The sun had set long ago, but my excited boyfriend did not want to stop. Eventually Andy had enough. “I’m freaking hungry, little man! I need to eat something,” he said. Looking at the twins, he pawed his crotch. “I’m hungry for something else too.” Alex laughed and said, “So am I. You are all welcome to come to our B&B. We can smoke there and party if you like. It’s close by. But let’s have dinner first.” We found a great, dimly lit steakhouse and feasted while pedo hands roamed over hairless thighs under the tablecloth. Benji must have been experienced because he slipped his hand into my shorts and grabbed my semi hard cock. Damn, I loved an experienced third grader! It turns out Alejandro and his ex-husband adopted the twins when they were babies. They divorced two years ago, and he got his kids at Christmas and in the summer. Alex turned his attention to Kevin, praising the boy and asking him questions. Like most dikmen escort kids, Kev loved the attention. When the talk moved to a sex party after dinner, I saw him begin to pout. Andy pulled himself away from chatting up (and feeling up) Bobby and saw Kevin’s protruding lower lip. As dinner ended, Andy and I pulled him aside and heard him out. “If we go there for a couple of hours, the park is going to close,” he whined. For Andy and me, the sex party was the dessert of the evening. For our little man, though, even multiple dry cums didn’t measure up to the Haunted Mansion. Besides, the little slut had gotten used to cumming regularly, but Disneyworld was a rarity. Andy and I looked at each other and agreed he had a point. “Let’s make a deal,” Andy said. “If we play with our friends tonight, we can spend the entire day in the park tomorrow.” “From opening until close?” he asked brightening up. “Yes, but we have to sit down for lunch and dinner,” I said. “We can have breakfast before the park opens.” “Deal!” the fourth grade lawyer said, “but thirty minutes for lunch and no more than an hour for dinner.” The B&B Alex rented was decent with a private back yard and best of all a hot tub. Now this is a perfect time to discuss how does one deal with a perv dad you just met who wants to share kids? First you need to talk. Alex told me he started fucking the boys in late summer which gave them a few months more of experience than Kevin. His ex and the man’s new boyfriend fucked them when school started. Since Christmas break, Alex shared them with two other buddies. (I really liked this perv!) And we all know my slutty little Kevin has been having his share of adventures with man dick as well. Alex agreed that drugs made things more fun, so I divided a potent brownie among the boys. We men smoked a bong, and everyone loosened up. The next step was to find out what the perv dad expected. The handsome Latino was quite clear. He wanted Kevin exclusively, and we could have the twins. Fine with Andy and me. I did insist that we all play in the same room. It’s never a good idea to let a perv you don’t know well be alone with your boy. Once that was settled, I suggested we play a game. We each picked a playing card to represent us. We shuffled the six cards, and the person picked got to take off a piece of clothing from the next person picked. It’s a simple game, but it’s more about putting everyone at ease. So, Andy removed Benji’s shoe, and Benjy took off Kev’s tee shirt, and Kev took off Alex’s boot. On and on. By the time we got down to revealing our cocks, we were all hard. Fun times. Once naked, we moved into the bedroom. Alex and Kevin took one queen size bed, and we four took the other. Andy looked at me for the next play, and play was the operative word. We laid the naked boys on their backs and crawled up next to them. “We’re going to play a fun game, but first let’s kiss first,” I said. I pecked Benji’s lips and then slipped my tongue inside his little mouth while Andy did the same to his brother. We spent some time telling them how handsome they were and how much we liked them. That was certainly true. It also had the same effect on a boy as it does with any sex partner. Feeling comfortable with themselves, they let loose. Andy and I moved to the floor and looked at the boys lying on the bed. Gods they were delightful! As fraternal twins they weren’t identical, but there was no mistaking them as brothers. Their little hard dicks were impossible to tell apart, and they giggled in the exact same way. “Now it’s time to play the mirror game. First you two boys hold hands. Whatever I do to Benji, Andy will do to Bobby. Then whatever Andy does to Bobby, I do to Benji. When Andy and I kiss, you two have to kiss afterwards. OK?” Another simple game, but it’s so much fucking fun! I pulled Benji’s legs back which parted the cleft of his ass. Perfection. Hairless of course with both buns able to fit in the palms of your hands. What did it taste like? It tasted like it smelled — the incomparable delight of sweaty boy ass. I took my time, savoring the scent and flavor. Up and down I lapped as Andy grinned and closely watched. Then it was his turn on Bobby. I saw the brothers squeezing each other’s hands from the ecstasy of it all. I think you get the point of the game. The brothers bond over their mutual pleasure while the pedos get to not only enjoy a boy but also watch another pedo at work. It’s hotter than the best kiddie porn. The handsome teen moved in to kiss me after tasting little Bobby. Damn, that was a sexy tongue duel. We slobbered in animal lust and then sat back and watched the two brothers go at it. It was sweet how they first kissed, but soon they too were taken over by passion. Just the sight of two boys Frenching each other is hot enough, but between twins it’s off the fucking charts exciting. Eventually the game moved to Andy and me lying on the bed, and the boys standing beside it. I had to hand it to Alex and his ex-husband. They certainly taught their sons how to please a man. Bobby and Benji’s little tongues licked our asses, swabbed and suckled our balls one at a time, and took a decent amount of our drooling dicks into their wet mouths. From time to time, Andy and I checked out what Kevin and his hot Hispanic lover were doing. Buck naked the biker looked better than he did in black leather. I saw Kevin playing with his hard little cocklet as he checked out the man’s hard pectorals and big tits. The little slut certainly spent a long time nursing those man teats. One theme that ran through their fuck was Alex’s love of spit. The pervert enjoyed spitting all over Kevin’s naked body. He hocked a big gob of spit on his immature genitals and then masturbated him. Later when he fucked him, only spit and pre were used for lube. The biker’s cock was a solid seven inches shrouded in a big foreskin. He invited little Kev to fuck his little nail into the folds of his thick skin. Kevin rutted in there like a little stud and then pulled back to reveal his cock and balls covered in the man’s gooey precum. When Kevin does it to me, I masturbate both our cocks in my hang. Of course, by the time the game was over, Andy and I had tasted the twin bothers thoroughly. The same was true when we started dicking their tiny asses. The perverted teen suggested a dirty game called Which One Tastes Better. In it Andy sat on the floor with his back against the bed. The boys were bent over the bed face forward and asses sticking out. I slipped my big purple cockhead into Benji’s ass and fucked it for a while before pulling out and sticking it in Andy’s mouth. Then I fucked into Bobby’s ass before snaking it into Andy’s mouth. Naturally, the boys were cleaned out and tasted of ass juices, precum, and sweat. I know because Andy tried the same game with me on the floor. But then you know already that we’re nasty pedo pigs. Little Kev’s ass was not neglected by the Latino perv. He lay flat on the bed and had Kev spread out flat on his body. The muscled stud fucked hard into the little tyke, and his totally smooth body shone from sweat. Apparently this pedo knew how to fuck because Kev would cry out like a wounded animal when he came. Andy and I held a fuck competition. Who could make the boy cum first with only our dicks in their ass? I admit Andy won, but my boy Benji came within thirty seconds of his brother. They must have had a dozen cums between the two, and what a nice conclusion to their last day in Disneyworld. They got to finish out their trip with Mr. Pedo’s Wild Ride. All in all, they were healthy little boys thoroughly enjoying sexual bliss like they should. I was momentarily shocked when I saw Kev cumming but this time he was shooting all over the place. Was it his first wet cum, I wondered excitedly? It turned out Alex was ramming the boy’s bladder hard with his big fucker, and the little slut started pissing all over his smooth little body. “Puto,” Alex declared as he rubbed the piss all over his body and shoved his piss drenched fingers into the boy’s mouth. “Lick it up.” Kevin obeyed, and the lusty boy fucker came deep inside him. We were about to get into the hot tub when Kevin, of all of us, reminded us we had to wear out tattoo bandages for 24 hours. Smart boy! Instead, we hugged and went back to our resort. No pictures, no last names, no locations, and no worries. Everyone got off multiple times with no guilt and no problems. Before we knew the alarm was going off. Kevin bolted out of bed and into the shower. It was the last day of the year, and Kevin wanted us to spend all day in the park. That was eight AM to midnight. Yikes! Fortunately, when we got tired, Kevin directed us onto a wildlife tour where we could sit for most of it. We also got to rest on Main Street as we Facetimed with their mother who was dressed in a short glittering dress. This was the only time during the trip she called them. The absolute joy it brought Kevin and the great fun Andy had made it absolutely delightful for me. We had become a trio of sorts. As we peeled off our bandages and saw our tattoos scabbed over, I realized that Papa Dan recognized our intimate connection. Andy’s Mickey tattoo had the tongue hanging out to the left, and Kevin’s was to the right. Mine, however, stuck straight down. I was the anchor between these two handsome and loving brothers. I was so lucky. Fireworks blasting over Disneyworld is always a treat, but on New Year’s Eve the pyrotechnics were mind blowing. Even Kevin had to sit and watch while he exclaimed, “Whoa!,” over and over. Ironically, Kevin fell asleep in my arms twenty minutes before midnight. We carried him back to the suite, stripped him, and tucked him into bed. As we heard the horns blast outside, the new year had arrived. Andy and I stripped out of habit, but the sexy teen pushed me back into a cushy armchair. He crawled between my legs and looked at me. “Almost four years ago you sucked my dick. No one had ever even touched it. Dude, the pleasure you gave me rocked my world. Nothing matched the feeling of sex. Then you started licking my ass, and I thought I would die from how good it felt. But after six months or so, we stopped. You wanted hairless boys, and I wanted pussy. We were so stupid. Now we are back together again with Kevin. For the longest time I have fantasized about sucking you off. I have sucked your dick here and there but never to cumming. Tonight, I am glowing to blow you. I am going to lick and suck your balls and then suck the sperm out of them. I am going to suck so hard on your asshole you’ll cum from it. I am your cocksucker. Happy New Year, Chuck!” What a perfect way to end one great year and start another.

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