It had been several weeks since the incident with Kevin. Christopher seemed to be avoiding me. And I couldn't blame him. It must have come as a shock to him to see his dad acting like that. Of course, he didn't stop what he was doing when I came in. He's ten years old now, and probably pretty horny. Thinking about Christopher, and what happened that night with Kevin made my dick pretty hard.

It was going to be an hour before Chris got home from school, and Susan wouldn't be home from work until after that. So I went into the basement and pried the board up where I hid everything I didn't want my wife to find. Several Boy Toy magazines, a couple vibrators, underwear from Christopher when he was young as well as a couple pair from his friends, my collection of child pornography, and pictures of Christopher's hottest little friends. I grabbed a kiddy porn DVD and the stack of photos and headed into the family room.

I put my favorite DVD in the player, dropped the photos on the coffee table, and walked to the futon, pushing down my shorts along the way. My boxers were pushed out in the front like an army tent. The DVD was in mid scene when it started. On the screen appeared what looked to be a 5 or 6 year old boy. Long blonde hair. He was standing in front of a man, who I always assumed was his father. His father's dick was hard and you could see it leaking slop as the boy looked up at him. The man said "what are you waiting for?", and the boy leaned his head forward, taking the man's cock into his little mouth. It always impressed me how far that kid could take his dad's cock into his mouth. But I am sure he had lots of practice. He obviously hadn't stopped with his kid when he was a toddler.

I pushed my boxers down, to join my shorts that were bunched up around my ankles. Then as I grabbed my hard meat with my right hand, and picked up the photos with my right. I could hear the man's moans, and the boys whimpers as I knew from watching it before, the man was fucking the little boys mouth now. The first photo was of Chad. A little redhead, freckles, small in build. He was the same age as Christopher. I thought about how his tiny little dick must look. Probably a lot like Kevin's. There was nothing obscene about the photo, just a picture I took of Chad when he was here one day. I laid that picture by itself on the table.

I looked up at the screen just as one of my favorite parts came on the screen. The man had a handful of his son's hair, holding him back a little bit. The boy's face turned up, mouth open. And the man was about to drip a string of thick nasty spit into his kid's mouth. That scene never got old for me. And as the kid closed his mouth, made a sickening face, and swallowed his dads saliva, my cock got even harder in my hand.

The next photo was of Kevin. I put that picture on the table. The next photo was Andrew. Andrew lived across the street, so he was around a lot. He was also a little guy for his age. He was actually a year younger than Christopher, and about the age of the kid on tv in the picture. Very short black hair. But very, very cute. I've fondled Andrew in his sleep a couple times when he slept over. He is a very heavy sleeper, and I really think I can put my mouth on his little cock some night. I put the picture of Andrew beside the picture of Kevin.

The heavy breathing on the screen, told me that the scene was about to come to an end. I continued to stroke my hardon as I looked up in time to see the man holding the boy hard against himself. His fingers wrapped tightly in the boy's hair. The boy was gagging and the man's head was thrown back and it was obvious from the way he looked and the sounds he was making that he was coating the inside of the boy's throat with his sperm. Mmmmmmmmmm makes me want to cum myself. But I like to make it last sometimes so I loosened the grip on my cock. I continued to watch as the man released the boy and he fell back on his back on the floor. As he fell away from his dad's cock, you could see the semen leak from the boy's mouth and fall down on his smooth chest. I looked down at the last photograph I had in my hand. Michael.

Looking back at the screen, the screen had changed quickly to one with two men, raping a little girl who looked to be about 9 years old. One man fucking her in the ass, while the other man was shoving his cock down her preteen throat. They were not being very gentle. I looked back down at the photo of Michael. A beautiful little boy, a year younger than Christopher. Looked to be about 8 years old in the photograph I took of him here in the family room last year. Curley brown hair and a face that was perfect. Smooth and angelic. A pedophile's dream. I continued to look at the photo of Michael and stroked myself harder as the two men abused the tiny girl on the tv screen. This would not be the first time I came to Michael's picture. My hope was to be able to cum to Michael in person some day. I imagined my cock in Michael's mouth, and then I imagined my cock shoved hard into Michael's asshole. He was cute, and I adored him, but that did not stop me from abusing the hell out of him in my fantasies.

"Do you like my big cock in your asshole Michael? Do you? Mmmmmmmmm I thought so...... I'm gonna fill you up with my pedo cream. Such a beautiful little boy for me to fu........ Oh shit". I heard Christopher come into the house, throw his backpack onto the floor and walk through the 1st level of the house. I guess I had totally lost track of time. I quickly shut off the DVD player and tv, and pulled up my boxers and shorts. The interruption had caused my hard dick to begin deflating. I thought about the fact that I had wanted to cum so bad. Then I got an idea.

"Christopher. Come down here. Into the basement"

Christopher walked down the stairs. Cautiously looking for me.

"Over here son".

"What's up dad?"

I patted the couch and said "Come...... sit down with your dad" and he did.

"I thought it might be time that we talk about what happened with Kevin."

Christopher's face turned bright red and he looked down at the floor.

"It's ok kiddo. I get it. You don't have to be afraid of me, or feel embarrassed. Hell, I was there remember? I kind of helped, I guess you could call it right?"

"You, you're not mad?"

"Oh my god no. So, is that something that you do with Kevin a lot?"

"No, it was the first time. But...." Again he hung his head and looked at the floor. "it was the first time but I thought about it a lot. I really wanted to and........ well Kevin's um, not the only one"

"Oh really?. Well let me tell you something Christopher. And I want you to tell me if this makes you uncomfortable ok?"

"Ok dad"

"Good. Listen, I have to be careful what happens with Kevin because me and his dad are such good friends. But what if I said that I would like to do exactly what you were doing with Kevin myself. And that I was interested in some of your other friends?"

"Seriously?"

It was hard to gauge the expression on his face. But I put my hand on his thigh and started to rub it. Christopher grabbed my much bigger hand and pushed it down his leg to his knee..... "uh, that's makes me feel weird dad".

"ok, that's Fair. So how about you tell me about another boy that you like?"

"ok, do you um..... like remember my friend Michael?"

"Oh my fucking god" I thought. I know god would never make this happen, but someone must be looking out for me. "Yes, yes, I remember him. Lives over on Elliot street right?"

"Yea. Well, him and I kinda do stuff sometimes."

My dick started to get hard. And I could not help putting my hand down and rubbing myself. Right in front of my ten year old son. "Christopher, I would really like to... join you and him sometime, or if that is too weird, maybe you can help me get with him. He probably will not want to do it with an old fart like me. But I need him son. He is beautiful".

Christopher smiled and looked in my eyes for the first time.

"Yea. He IS kinda cute. And to tell you the truth dad, it is kinda like it was with Kevin. He pretty much just lays there." And then he chuckled.

"Christopher, can I ask you something?"

"Yea, I guess so"

"Are you attracted to boys who are younger than you?"

Again my son hung his head, and he very quietly said "Yea".

I hugged him to me and said....... "that's allright buddy...... that is perfectly allright" Christopher could not see my face but if he could have, he would have seen his dad with the biggest smile he had ever seen on my face. I could just tell that my son and I were going to be doing some serious bonding in the coming months.

to be continued