Rainy Days

On rainy days when I can't take my 7 year old out to the park to pet the doggies and check out the crotches of the dirty homeless men attached to them, I keep him indoors with me all day and invite some man over to play with Joey. We've got mostly single men in this neighborhood, so the boy never wants for adult playmates. Even a few married Dads pop in on occasion and drop their pants to let my little Joey suck their pricks and lick their balls.

So last week when it was raining cats and dogs all day Jerry from the homeless shelter down the street pops by my place, asking if he could come in and play with Joey. He's an ex-Merchant Marine, six foot something and even at 60 with gray hair and a hairy pot belly, he still knows how to lay pipe to a cowering little boy that's cornered. Jerry's a bit of a shutterbug and loves to take dirty photos of my son on his cellphone whenever he comes over.

It's always the same routine; Jerry orders my son to to pose for him in the filthy underpants I force the kid to wear all year round. The boy is only given one pair a year to wear, so you can imagine they smell really interesting come June or July. Besides which, I'm not made of money and there's no reason wasting money on the kid with clean underwear, when they will only get dirty anyway and end up as skanky as the ones he's already wearing. I figure one pair a year is good enough for the little cocksucking freak.

I don't want to pamper the kid, and I certainly haven't heard any complaints from the men who like to sniff and suck on his dirty underwear whenever I give them the chance: For a price of course. And pedos like Jerry can't get enough of seeing a 7 year-old boy with three inches of boy weenie sticking out of his filthy briefs and posing for the camera. No cartoon briefs for my kid. Shit, we don't waste time at my house on childhood. Instead I put those years to good use training him to be a first-rate dirtbag right from the getgo. To my way of thinking, nothing says Man more then a couple of guys sittin' around in their underwear--chugging brews, smoaking, talkin' trash and watching sports on TV--while throwing boners in their dirty briefs and boxers from inhaling all that man stink coming up from their crotches. So at the end of each year my son's briefs are so rancid and grimey with crud from soaking up a years worth of sperm from countless men, I can fetch top dollar for them from some pervert. And I mean real good money. So much can go out and buy the boy a new pair of briefs at that 99 cent store down the street, and get myself something nice like one of them wide screen Hi-def TVs for watching my porn on.

Jerry was snapping away for maybe 20 minutes one time he come over a few weeks back, posing Joey in all sorts of obscene ways to show the crotch of his dirty briefs right close up into the camera lens. The photo session is just foreplay, but once Jerry throws a boner he unzips and wags his cock right in front of the kid. The minute Joey smells that tight cheesy skin pulling back off Jerry's purple dickhead, his thin little body starts shaking just thinkin' of getting some nice big adult cock to suck the cum out of.

The photo session ends and Jerry tosses his cell on a chair and orders Joey to strip off the jockeys and hand them over so Jerry can sniff them while he jerks his leaking prick right in front of the little boy; teasing my son slowly until he whines like a puppy. But first Jerry always makes a point of wiping all the cheese off his prick right onto Joey's face, because he knows I like to see him do that to my son.

I'm pretty boned up myself at this point, especially when Jerry wipes his big old stinking prick all over Joey's little face like that. And of course I encourage him to tell my boy what a fucking little faggot whore he is. Christ, but I love it when a man talks to my son like that. When it's finally playtime for little Joey, I will go over and push his head down hard onto Jerry's unwashed meat and watch my little spermbank gag as it plugs his tiny throat.

Sometimes Jerry likes backing Joey into a corner so the boy can't move any further back, and then really face fucks the little shit so hard I can hear his little skull banging against the cement wall. Jerry lets Joey have lots and lots of fun gagging and puking on his big old cheese log as he deepthroats it. But he always pulls out just before shooting down his throat, because what really gets the old pervert hot is kneeling down and punching my kids tiny prick and squeezing his nuts with his fist until he yells so much we have to stuff his dirty briefs back in his mouth to shut him up. We tried Duct Tape once, but actually the shorts work better, plus they smell really nasty. I tell you it's real hot watching another man abuse your little son like that. Especially after watching him squeeze the hell out of some kiddie nuts, standing up and squirting his scum all over your kids face while you watch and beat off. At his age playtime always winds Jerry, so he needs to catch his breath with a few brewskies, and he watches porn with me and Joey.

As a treat when Jerry's over sometimes I let the boy have a beer with us and we pour it into his dog dish on the floor facing the TV and then kick back and watch the boy on all fours lap it up while Jerry takes more shots with his cellphone of Joey's tiny little asshole--all nice and purple and bruised the way we men like to see it. Sticking right up there in the air for the cellphone to see. I so get off on the idea of turning the kid onto alcohol by the time he turns ten, and has to go out and make money. I figure a dependency on liquor will help loosen up the kid and make him more pliable to take on real degenerates as clients, because those are the fags that pay the most. Geez, I've known a lot of drunks who did some pretty disgusting things sexually, so that's the path I'm hoping to lead the kid down. Because I have the feeling that as an adult he would make an excellent drunk.

After Joey laps up the beer for me and Jerry from his dog bowl, I toss him a rock hard doggie treat to suck on untill the beer hits his 7 year-old brain and he passes out on the floor. Shit, for the life of me I don't know what Jerry does with all those photos he snaps every week with his cell. I mean, even when the kid's passed out on the floor naked he's clicking away. I guess he shows the pictures to his buddies down at the shelter and they stand around wanking themselves taking a gander at my little boy standing there naked with cum soaked briefs stuffed in his tiny mouth. If Joey hasn't passed out by the time Jerry leaves, I pull his dirty briefs down over his face for the night, snap on his dog collar and lock him in his closet before I head out to score some drugs for us.

But the truth is I always feel kind of restless after some stranger wanders over to visit with me, and abuse my son. I guess it's because all I really get to do is watch and make sure the men don't hurt him too bad. I mean it's hot as hell, and I usually get my nut one way or another watching some stranger pound my boy. But afterwards it only fuels my need to go out and pick up some hot young sexy dirtbag worthy of my son to feed on, rather then any stray pedo in the neighborhood looking for a boy fix.

Makes me feel I'm a bad parent when I just limit him to the endless round of homeless winos and stinking old men who come over to play with him. I personally prefer watching muscular teenage boys rape my 7 year-old son, as they are far more viscious in their fucking, with lots more stamina then older men of even twenty.

I notice the few times I've been able to unleash a 14 or 15 year-old thug's tight young body on my son, how much hotter Joey got once those teenage pherones started making his tiny nostrils flare. I mean those teens used my little boy like a Fleshlight. I guess it's the novelty that turned Joey on, knowing that these 14 and 15 year-old pedos are the youngest playmates he will ever get to be used by, as he has only been allowed to play with adult males sexually since before he could talk. Still, he hasn't done badly by these fifty and sixty year old playmates he was born to service. The bottom line is I make sure my little boy has a steady stream of adult males playmates, of any age, available for him to have fun with on rainy days.