The concept had built over time. It had first started with David Stearns surfing on-line for pictures and videos of pretty little girls. He had come across some gorgeous modeling pictures and a few videos. He had found one of the videos particularly good and intriguing. It was a video of two girls, about ten years old, wrestling around on a couch while clad in only panties and bras. David liked the video very much, and it made him think about how beautiful his eight-year-old daughter Marcy would look doing the same thing.

The evening after finding that video on the net, and saving it to his external hard drive, David had fucked his wife long and hard while trying to visualize his young daughter doing the wrestling. David's wife, Cynthia, a slim, sexy twenty-nine-year-old with no stretch marks from her three pregnancies and C-cup tits that still drove David wild even though they sagged significantly from nursing babies years earlier, had been in ecstasies. She had wondered what had turned her husband into such an animal that evening. When she had asked him the next morning, he had said it was just her own sexy body.

It was true that David was still attracted to his wife. She was gorgeous and still very sexy. She got looks whenever they went out, especially at the bar. But David and Cynthia were both faithful. Well, Cynthia was, and what she didn't know about David's attraction to young girls wouldn't hurt her. After all, David had never molested a child, and never would, as far as he was concerned; he would never want to hurt a child that way, they were too precious.

David stayed away from child pornography, going only for pictures of pretty girls in pretty clothes, or in underwear. There were many pictures and videos from various child modeling agencies. David especially liked videos with girls in tight underwear or leotards. He had several with girls with few clothes on putting lotion on their legs or stomachs. He also had a collection of nudist pictures and videos on his external hard drive, about which his wife didn't know. But the nudist videos were just naked children, none of them had any remotely sexual content.

Several days after finding the video with the wrestling girls, David was hanging out with his friend John at the nudist club to which both their families belonged. John's wife, Diane, and his two children, nine-year-old twins Nancy and Jack, were playing in the pool while David and John drank beer on the patio. Although Cynthia was a member and enjoyed going to the club on occasion, she had stayed home that day, mainly because the kids had a lot of homework to do.

David and John watched the children running around and playing in the pool. They were both used enough to the sight that they didn't get boners, although when they had first started going, they had occasionally had to hide beneath a towel. The two friends had met at the fitness club where they worked out in their early twenties. When, one night at the bar together, David had told John, the most nonjudgmental person he knew and his closest friend, about his attraction to children, and his fears as his daughter Cassie grew up, he had been astounded when John had admitted similar feelings, and similar fears with his daughter, who had just turned two.

The two men had ended up talking for hours about the difficulty of having such an attraction, the ways they hid it from their family and friends, and the pain it could cause to cover such a thing up. Both had agreed to help the other if there ever came a time when they thought they might do something to harm someone.

They continued to discuss the topic, and to help each other, over the years. And when they were at the nudist club, a place that had been suggested by John's wife and agreed to by everyone in both families, together, they enjoyed watching the naked children and talking about what they saw, what was going on in their minds and their personal lives, and, more and more often, what they had found on-line to help feed their addictions without harming others.

John actually collected things that went farther than anything David had. Not that John had a huge collection of child pornography; most of his pictures and videos were on a par with David's. But John had a few videos that went farther. So when David told his friend about the wrestling video, John said, "Oh yeah, I've seen that one. I also have another one, different girls, but in the one I have, the two girls do get naked, then playfully tie each other to the bad and lightly spank each other with a belt."

"Wow, that sounds pretty cool," David had told him. "But I never look for anything that goes that far, nor would I keep it if I found it. Just goes a little too far. I also kind of fear that it might push me too far."

"I know what you mean," John said. "I do find myself close to the edge sometimes. Fortunately, I have a sexy wife who loves to fuck. When I get really turned on by anything I see, I just go jump Diane. She loves it, and she still has no idea what gets me so hot."

"The same thing happens with me," David responded. "I get like an animal with Cynthia. She loves it, too. But I think if I had any videos like the one you're talking about, I might get too tempted, and do something to Cassie or Marcy."

"Too bad. Hey, David, doesn't it suck that we can't have our little girls to wrestle like that?"

"Yeah, it does kind of suck."

They had changed the subject then. They both knew their limits, and they didn't want to delve too far into that subject. Especially when they both had to admit to themselves that they were turned on by their own daughters. David and John hadn't talked about any of the videos or pictures they had again for several months. Privately, though, neither man could get images of their daughters wrestling with each other, or with other little girls, out of their minds.

It was six months later that David and John discussed their videos again. They were at the nudist club again. Both their wives were busy running a huge triple birthday party, Marcy turning nine six days before Nancy and Jack turned ten. The two families usually joined the parties, instead of holding two. They invited about fifty kids. And every year, the husbands, with their wives' permission, would escape somewhere else.

Since David and John did not have any family with them that day, they had gone to the nudist club bar away from the pool. They enjoyed the club and the nudist lifestyle even when they were not ogling children. Away from the pool, it wa also easier to talk.

"You know, John, I know that we have both vowed never to do anything with our kids, but I just can't get the ideas out of my head," David said, worried. I watch that video of the girls wrestling over and over. Against my better judgment, I even found and downloaded that video you told me about, and a couple more that are similar."

"I know what you mean about it running around in your head. I'm having the same thoughts about Nancy. It doesn't help that I see her naked all the time."

"Tell me about it. Since we come to the club so much, all the kids are comfortable with nudity and they often don't get dressed at home. It's bad enough with Marcy and Cassie, but now I'm even starting to notice Brad. His little ten-year-old body is starting to drive me crazy, too."

"Oh god, don't even go there," John said. "With all this running through my head, I even asked Diane what she thought about getting our kids into some sports. When she asked what sports, the first thing that came out of my mouth was fucking wrestling, you know, like a program at the Y. Diane loved the idea for some reason, and so did the kids. So for the last two months, they've been learning wrestling. I've gone a couple times to watch, and I have to wear very loose pants to hide my fucking boner. It's mostly boys, but there are a few girls in the program, and they're all wearing tight body suits. Some of them have great cameltoes."

"Wrestling program at the Y, huh?" David said. "That's not a bad idea, actually. My kids all love to play around and rough house, and they could learn some safety stuff along with how to stay in good shape."

"Nancy and Jack would love having them there. I mean, Since Cassie is twelve, she'd be in a different weight class, but they could still hang out. But do you think Cynthia would go for it?"

"I don't think she'd object. She knows how physical they are, even the girls. And it really would be a great way for them to learn fitness. Plus, Nancy and Jack are already in, and they're just about the best friends of my kids."

Cynthia was actually hearing all about the wrestling program at the same time her husband was. Diane was telling her how much her kids enjoyed it, while her kids told their friends Cassie, Brad, and Marcy about it. Cynthia made up her mind in less than five minutes that she would enroll her kids the next day, no matter what David thought about it.

David, practiced at hiding feelings and desires from his wife, did not let her know that evening, when she told him, how ecstatic it made him to think of his three children wrestling. He promised that he would help get them to practice and matches, and he promised his kids, who had shown how thrilled they were, that he would never miss any of their tournaments.

So David and John started coordinating with each other so that they were usually at the wrestling training on the same days. They would sit together and admire the young girls in wrestling outfits, and as John had said, there were quite a few cameltoes. But both men were struggling with desires to see little girls wrestling in even less.

As it turned out, they found out that they were not the only fathers who were there for the floor show, so to speak. As David watched the other men who showed up, he noticed that several of them perked up a lot when the girls would wrestle, even if it were not their own daughters on the mat. One of the fathers, who seemed to come every time, had only a son. And while he watched his son practice, and cheered him on and gave him tips, he seemed much more intent when there were girls wrestling. Even one of the assistant coaches seemed to have an unhealthy interest in the little girls he coached.

To test his theory, David, and talking with John, invited all the fathers, and the assistant coach, out for a beer. He arranged the outing for one of the Saturdays after a match. All the men loved the idea, and all their wives agreed to take the kids home, so that the men could have their "male bonding," as Cynthia had put it. All except Ernie, who it turned out was a widower, his wife having died in a car accident two years before. He had actually started his son, Tanner, in wrestling to help him out of the shell he built after his mother died. But Tanner could go from the wrestling match to a friend's house, so Ernie went to the bar with the other guys.

David started off casually, talking about how the matches had gone; after all, his three kids had all won both their matches. John's daughter had won both of hers, but Jack had lost his second. The fathers enjoyed talking about how their kids had done, even when their kids had lost. And then it was actually Pete who broke the real ice.

Pete was drinking faster and more than any of the others. But maybe he also knew something that David and John only guessed. "I really just love seeing Caryn and Danny in their wrestling suits. I always make sure they get them on right before each match," he told the group.

"I agree," said Bert. "My favorite part of the whole thing is helping Linda on and off with her suit."

David was starting to get the feeling, from the reactions around the table, that his off-the-wall theory had actually been right.

"Yeah, you're a lucky man, Bill," Pete said.

"Hell, I just coach them," Bill responded. "You guys get to help them with their uniforms and live with them."

"Yeah, but you get to be right up close to them," Bert told him.

John was catching on, too. He was still afraid to blurt anything out, but he was amazed at the way the other men were talking, especially with him and David there. These men had only known them for a couple months, but they seemed about to blurt out that they wanted to fuck children.

"Yeah, but it's also a lot of hard work. And, with me being a single man, coaching kids wrestling, everyone keeps a really close eye on me in case I do anything inappropriate. I have to be really careful, especially with so many big guys bringing their sons, and the mothers watching me like a hawk," Bill said.

"What do you have to be careful for?" David asked, trying to subtly test his theory further. He suspected that all the men he had invited had similar tastes, but he wanted to find a way to make sure. "I mean, you're just coaching wrestling."

The five other men around the table glanced at each other. Finally, after a couple minutes of contemplation, Pete decided to lay it on the table, and spare the other men in the group from the task.

"Look, David, you and John are nice guys. And all of us have you two figured out. Before you ask how we knew, I'll just tell you. There are things to watch for. Most of the fathers who bring their kids watch just their kids. You can tell. They don't pay any attention to practices and matches their kids aren't in. And when their kids aren't on the mat, they hold them and talk to them, looking only at them. You two do almost everything the same, but your eyes dart around while you watch. You two also always wear sweats. The other fathers usually wear jeans or slacks. They don't have to hide anything.

"Now, the five of us do the same thing. I think that's why you invited us out for a beer. We like the sight of young boys and girls in tight wrestling clothes. And as you heard, we like to help our kids dress and undress for wrestling. Don't feel threatened or anything. Same as you, we've learned how to spot guys like us.

"Now Bill doesn't have kids. All the other assistant coaches do. Bill got the position because because he's a really good coach, but if anybody but us ever suspected that he's attracted to children, he'd be run out of town. None of the other parents have figured it out because, like you, me, and the rest of the guys here, he's gotten pretty good at hiding his attraction. And most people don't look the way we do.

"Now, I want to keep my kids safe, so I learned to pay close attention to what I do, so that I could spot anyone who might hurt them. But I can also recognize people who are like you, and are there for your kids, but also like to see other kids in the tight outfits. But I can also keep an eye on the coaches," Pete finished, with a knowing look at Bill.

"And I'm always very careful," Bill said. "I don't do anything the other coaches don't do. And I try my hardest not to play favorites. Even though I've found that hard since Patty joined up." A groan went around the table. Patty was a beautiful brunette ten-year-old girl who had been in the wrestling program for a year. She was in great shape, won most of her matches, and had a very tight, sexy body that all the men at the table lusted after. She also always had a cameltoe, since her single mother was poor and had to buy used outfits that didn't quite fit.

After the truth about all seven men was out, the table livened up. For the next four hours, everyone sat around drinking, talking about wrestling, their kids, their social lives, and just chatting. David and John felt better with their secret out in the open with the other men, and glad that David had been right about them. Apparently there was a lot of truth to what Pete had told them, since David had been able to do the same thing.

The men all went home drunk and happy. After watching the wrestling matches, and then spending several hours talking about the kids with a bunch of like-minded men, David and John were both incredibly horny. David took Cynthia straight to the bedroom after he got home, telling the kids to get their own dinner, and fucked her hard for hours until they both passed out from exhaustion. John did the same with Diane.

Meanwhile, an idea was growing in David's mind. There were a total of six fathers who had their kids in wrestling at least partly to watch other children. They had a total of eleven kids, six of them girls. They also had an assistant coach who did his job for the same reason, and David had found out that he had a big house, where he lived alone, just outside of town. David was going to see about setting up some extra wrestling practice, and maybe some matches, at Bill's house. The kids all had fun wrestling, and the fathers all had fun watching. And the coach wouldn't have to worry as much about spectators.

When David got around to calling Bill, Bill was thrilled with the idea. He said there was a large room in his house that would be perfect. There was enough floor space to lay out a large wrestling mat and to set up chairs to watch the kids wrestle. The only thing he worried about was how to come up with enough money for the little bit of remodeling that would be necessary.

David helped with that, too. He actually had several hundred dollars tucked away in an account that Cynthia didn't know about. And when he called the other fathers, he got pledges from them as well. It took only three days to gather enough money for all the necessary materials. And it took only two days after that for everything to be delivered to Bill's house. The six fathers came over on the weekend to help put everything in and get it set up.

Bill had been able to order very comfortable chairs for the group. He had ordered thirty of them, just because they were a great deal. He put seven chairs in the practice room, and spread the rest through his large house. They were, after all, very nice chairs. Black cloth, luxurious, and very comfortable. They were soft and deep, so that a person could sink into them and be comfortable for hours if they wanted.

Bill had also bought one of the best wrestling mats on the market. It was far better than the one the kids were used to at the Y, in fact. It was softer, much larger, and the circles for the matches were fresh, not worn and almost invisible like the old and cheap ones that the Y could afford.

It was John's suggestion that extra wrestling uniforms be kept in the room. Each father brought in several that would fit their children, although most of them were actually just a little bit too small, so that they would fit very tight and show off every bit of the kids' bodies.

The only things left to do after that were to arrange times when all the men could make it, with their kids, and to figure out what each man would tell his wife. The time was actually pretty easy. All the kids were obviously out of school on Sundays, so all day Sunday would work, or at least as long as they could keep the kids interested. And it was left to each father how to get the kids there and what to tell their wives. Most just figured they would say they had arranged extra wrestling practice for the children, and find a way to not have their wife come along.

That actually turned out to be easier than any of them thought. In the hectic life that all their wives had, the last thing any of them wanted to do was spend yet another day each week taking the kids to wrestling, sitting around while they practiced, and then driving them home. The kids were enthusiastic, but of course they didn't know how things were going to go at the additional practice. None of the men actually knew how far they would end up taking things, either.