I am going to begin starting my stories (leaning as I go here), with a little narrative on what is going on in the story. If you have been a regular reader of this story, you will know that it is written from the perspective of BOTH Christopher and his father. Each chapter is from the a different persons POV. Christopher is 10 years old and he is gay, he just doesn't really understand it yet. His dad is married (of course) and bisexual, but a real pedophile, and a bit of a pervert. He is slightly attracted to his son, but REALLY attracted to some of Christopher's friends.

Hi, it's Chris. Christopher's dad. I still can't believe what has been happening. Fucking Kevin's little ass was HOT. Not only did it feel so good, but just the thought of raping that little kid makes me hard recalling it. And then there's Michael. I told you before about how cute he is. And now I've actually had his little dick in my mouth. I was a little worried about him. After that episode with Chris and Michael, he acts kinds weird around me. But I think if he had told anybody, I would have heard something by now so I guess I am safe. I'd love to mess around with Michael again, but I really don't think he is into it. I'm sure he thought it felt good, but the way he ran out of here, I think he was pretty embarrassed about it.

But that doesn't mean that I can't do stuff to get off while thinking about the little hottie. Take for instance last Saturday. Michael was over here playing with Christopher. Every chance I got, I took a look at Michael and rubbed my crotch. And if I got a chance to touch him; in any way, I took that opportunity. At one point, they were both pretty hot so I got them some Kool Aid. They both drank about a quarter of the glass and ran off to play some more. I was hard, and I got an idea. I grabbed both glasses and headed into the bathroom. I sat them on the sink, pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet.

I started to jerk off thinking about Michael. And every time I felt like the precum was really flowing, I would dip my cock into one of the drinks and swirl it around. Stirring the drink with my stirrer. Sometimes I would pull my cock out of the drink and rub the precum on the edge of the glass, knowing Michael's lips would be right there. I even let a little pee escape into the drinks at one point. Then I put the drinks back on the counter and waited.

When the boys came back and wanted a drink, I watched them both chug down their Kool Aid. Both of them tasting my cock juice and my piss. It made me so fucking hard. It almost made me cum in my pants. Then Chris asked me if he could go play at Michael's house. I figured it would be a good opportunity to jerk off, especially since I was so fucking hard at that point. So I said he could, and they ran off.

After they were gone, I laid down on the couch, getting ready to rub one out, and the doorbell rang. I pulled my sweatpants back up, went to answer the door and there stood beautiful little Kevin. I took one look at the cutie and the entire evening of fucking him in Chris' bed flooded back to me and I could feel the precum flowing from my piss slit. I looked down at Kevin, noticing his smooth tanned legs, his smooth thighs that disappeared into his silk soccer shorts. He was wearing his soccer outfit so he must have just come from a game in the U8 league.

"Is Christopher home Mr. Williams?" He is always so polite.

"Uh..... um" I didn't answer him. Instead I stuck my head out the door, looking around, wondering if anyone saw Kevin come to the door. The neighborhood was quiet. I grabbed Kevin's upper arm and pulled him into the house. His arm was smaller than a corn cob. I felt my cock stir as I held his arm tight and he tried to pull away.

"Mr. Williams? What are you doing? Is Christopher home?"

"Uh, yes Kevin. He's up in his room. Why don't you go up and get him" Kevin walked in, slipped off his shoes. My wife always makes the kids take off their shoes in the house, and Kevin had been here enough times to know what to do.

I watched as Kevin walked to the stairs, looking back at me a few times, unsure of the situation, a feeling that something was not quite right. When he was halfway up the stairs, I walked to the bottom.

I heard him inquire softly, "Christopher? Are you up here?" When he reached the top step, I started up the stairs myself. I don't know what I was thinking. It was like my body was being controlled by a power that was overriding my brain. I hadn't even had a drop of alcohol. I slowly walked up the stairs and met Kevin at the top. He looked at me.

"He's not up here Mr. Williams."

"Huh, I thought he was" Then I grabbed Kevin's upper arm again and guided him into Christopher's bedroom. I didn't want to do anything in my bedroom in case somehow my wife came across some kind of evidence of what was about to take place. At that point, I didn't even know myself what that was.

Kevin started to get scared. "What are you doing Mr. Williams? I want to go home."

"You have to do something for me first Kevin."

"No, please. What are you doing? Let me go."

I let go of Kevin's arm and he immediately tried to run out of the room, but I blocked the door. I laughed a little as Kevin began to sob. I looked down at the frightened 7 year old. I needed to see this kid naked. I have seen different parts of his body, and the last time it was pretty dark.

"Take off your clothes" I said calmly.

"What? How come? I don't wanna take my clothes off."

I started rubbing the front of my pants. The sight of Kevin, scared, helpless, it was making me fucking horny.

"I want to see that sweet little ass of yours Kevin. And your little dickie." I reached out and grabbed Kevin's crotch before he realized what I was doing and his eyes got about as big as quarters. I could feel his smooth silky soccer shorts sliding over his briefs, and I could feel his little dick inside and his little baby sized testicles.

"What do you call this little thing Kevin?"

Kevin was shaking. He was not sure what to do. He looked down at my hand between his legs and he started to stutter.....

"d.....d.....don't touch me there..... please.... It's bad."

I smiled. "I know it's bad Kevin, but it's gonna be ok. What do you call it?"

Kevin swallowed hard and then he said "m....my dinkus sir, or um, my dink."

I pulled Kevin toward me and hugged him and put my head down and smelled his hair. Mmmmmmm that beautiful smell of little boy sweat and the smell of a boy's hair that is just indescribable. I only held him for a moment and then I kissed the top of his head and let him go. I got down on my knee and looked up at the clock, noting the time; 2:05 pm, then I looked into his scared face.

I grabbed ahold of Kevin's hands with mine. "I know what you and Chris did Kevin. Right here in Chris' bedroom. I know about you putting Christopher's dink in your mouth".

Kevin looked shocked, and then his look turned to horror. "Bu...... but... how?...... I only did it once Mr. Williams. I swear."

"Well you might have only did it once honey, but you did it. And I am sure you don't want me to tell your dad that you did it, do you?"

Kevin was already shaking his head back and forth. Probably thinking of the consequences.

"That's right you don't. Because your dad would hate you Kevin. He would think you were a bad kid, and he would probably not want you to be his son anymore. So I promise I won't tell him but you gotta do what I say ok?"

Kevin sobbed a little bit then said "ok".

"That's a good boy. You are so fucking beautiful Kevin. You make my cock so fucking hard just looking at you." I said, but not really talking to him, just saying it out loud. "Now, I want you to take off all your clothes so I can get a good look at you ok?"

Kevin wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said "ok".

"Go ahead and sit up on Christopher's bed if you want to.

Kevin sat on Christopher's bed and removed his sneakers. Then he pulled his socks off. He carefully put his sneakers on the floor and put his socks inside. He is such a polite well mannered boy. Even Kevin's little feet were beautiful. I could tell they were soft and smooth. Those feet have only existed for 7 years. I wanted to suck on every one of his little toes. But that would have to wait for another time.

As he pulled his t-shirt over his head, I got a good look at his hairless armpits, his little brown nipples and areolas. His stomach was flat and smooth just like his chest. He looked at me and I motioned with my head.

"C'mon, all of it", and he stood up to remove his soccer shorts and underwear. Which I might say was all white with Fruit of the Loom written across the gray elastic band. Oh my god what a sight. "This has to be our little secret ok Kevin. Your dad would punish you really bad if he knew about this ok?"

Again, Kevin shook his head as his eyes started to tear up. He was standing there, completely bare assed naked. His dick was soft and about 2 inches long. Circumcised.

"Turn around a little so I can see your butt honey". As he did, I saw the most beautiful little child ass cheeks I had ever seen. I reached out and put my hand on them..... so soft. And I was thinking about the fact that I had been up his butt. I had creame d inside this kid.

I lifted him under his arms and sat him on my son's bed. "Lay back" I said, and he did, his little legs hanging down over the edge of the bed. I looked up at the clock again and it was 2:11. I wasn't sure what time my wife would be back, but I was pretty sure there was time to satisfy my lust for this neighbor boy.

I reached down and softy grabbed his penis. I grabbed it with my thumb, and my pointer and middle finger. When Kevin felt me touch him he jumped and started to reach for my hand, but he stopped. I rolled his little organ between my fingers and savored the softness. I was thinking about the fact that his cock was going to make some woman, or man really happy some day. This dick might even be used to molest some other boy. And I could feel it growing between my fingers as I rubbed and masturbated him.

"Feels good doesn't it Kevin?"

Kevin had his hand over his eyes. The same way I saw him do with Christopher. But he was able to say "uh huh". And then I heard him sniffle a little.

"I like your little dink Kevin. I'm going to make it feel really good, ok?"

Kevin said "ok"

I had been rubbing, what was now Kevin's little boner for about 5 minutes, and my cock was about as hard as I think it ever was. I felt like I could do anything I wanted to Kevin. But how far was I willing to go? I got down on my knees between Kevin's little legs that were hanging off the bed and I put a hand on each one of his knees. I could smell his boy scent and I took a deep breath to take it all in. Then I slowly slid my hands up on top of his thighs. It felt like the softest thing I ever felt before. When I got to his hips, I pulled my hands back down again, rubbing back down to his knees. Then I leaned forward and put my hands on his smooth stomach and took his dick into my mouth. All of it.

I closed my lips around the base of his child sized dick and stuck out my tongue to lick anything I could find. Then I made a suction with my mouth and pulled up slowly until only his tiny little purple head was in my mouth. I licked all around it before going down on his again. I could actually hear Kevin's breathing getting more rapid, and I could feel his belly rising and falling at a quicker pace. I continued what I was doing and occasionally I stopped to lick his little ball sac. I played with it a little. His tiny testicles were the size of marbles. His sac was smooth and hairless of course, and somewhat tight against his groin, but when I sucked on it, it was loose enough for my lips to pull it away from his body a little.

I put my hands under his ass cheeks and squeezed them and occasionally I would push up on his butt and make him fuck my mouth. I know it was me doing it, not him but it was very sexy.

I sucked the little fella's dick and balls for a little while and then I kissed up his belly, to his chest and licked his tiny little nipples. I decided to try to relax him more. I started talking to him as I licked his nipples.

"What grade are you in this year Kevin?" He didn't answer. "Kevin? What grade are you in?"

"Um, I'm in 2nd."

"Do you have Mrs Roy?"

"Yea."

"She's really nice isn't she?"

Kevin shook his head.

I stood up and opened my pants, releasing my hard cock which actually hurt from being penned up inside my pants the whole time. I checked the time. 2:25. I let my pants fall down and then my boxers, and I stepped out of them. Leaving them in a pile on my son's floor.

"Do you like school Kevin?"

"It's ok I guess."

"You make sure you do your best in school because it is really important. Ok?"

"Again he shook his head."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to a sitting position. His other hand remained covering his eyes. I grabbed his other hand and pulled it away from his eyes. "Look at me Kevin". It took him a few seconds, but he slowly opened his eyes. Even though I had raped this kid, had my cock all the way buried in his asshole, he had never seen my dick before because he was passed out when I fucked him. He stared at my cock and just being naked with him, and knowing that I was exposed to him made my precum leak. It was dripping from the end of my cock; a long string of it connected my cock and my hairy thigh.

"Give me your hand honey."

Kevin looked up at me and said, "How come"?

"Remember buddy, you gotta do as I say remember?" And Kevin reluctantly pushed his hand out to me, palm up. Even his hand was beautiful and made my cock drip. It was clean and small and his little fingers were short and thin. I grabbed his hand in mine, took a step forward and put his palm on my cock. He tried to pull away, but I held him.

"No..... stop....... STOP PULLING AWAY" I said a little forcefully. Kevin got scared and started to cry and I realized I shouldn't have yelled. "It's ok buddy, everything will be ok". Feeling this beautiful little boys hand on my cock was like a dream. He WAS beautiful too. And he was my friend's kid, and he lived right down the street. I thought about the fact that it was only 5 or 6 years ago that this kid was a baby. I shivered when I thought about it.

I wrapped his tiny fingers around my cock shaft, about halfway down and slowly started to jack off using Kevin's hand. I moaned. Kevin sniffled and watched his hand on me. I eased up the pressure and I guess Kevin thought I was letting go and he tried to pull away. I jerked his arm and his whole little body jerked.

"I said STOP". Kevin relaxed and looked up at me and his little lip quivered. "Oh stop being a baby, I didn't hurt you" But I know he was probably hurt emotionally more than physically. And I was feeding on the boy's fear. Kevin said "I wanna stop Mr. Williams". I ignored him and looked up at the clock. 2:40.

I held out Kevin's hand, palm open and I let a long string of very thick saliva fall from my mouth into his hand. Kevin tried to back away. To stay away from my spit, but it landed right where I wanted it. In Kevin's little baby hand. It was so thick that it would not break, so I had to bring his hand and my mouth together to break it. Then I put his hand back on my cock and rubbed it around. Getting it all slimy with my mucus. Then I did it again. More spit, and more rubbing it around my shaft. Mmmmmmmm I moaned and closed my eyes as I felt not only a tiny boy hand on my woody, but the kid was smearing my spit all over it. I grabbed his hand again and rubbed the palm under my cock on the frenulum. That was going to drive me over the edge quickly.

I pulled his hand off my cock and held it out again. "Now you spit in your hand Kevin."

"Why?" he sobbed. "I don't want to Mr. Williams".

"Just do it please. We are almost done". I am thinking in my mind, for today anyway.

Kevin spit in his little hand and I looked down at the 7 year old boy's saliva and then I brought his hand to my mouth again and I licked his palm, tasting the boy's saliva. "mmmmmm fuck."

Then I put his hand back on my cock. "Ok Kevin, time to finish me off" I looked at the clock again and it was after 3:00. "mmmmmm that's it honey. Just grip it good and keep jerking it" I loosened my grip and he held tight. His little hand was sliding over the head of my cock, using all the saliva as lubricant. I could tell that I was close to cumming. I had a conscious thought about where I was going to cum. I had my eyes closed but opened them to look at Kevin and admire his naked body. "Oh fuck Kevin...... I'm going to cum....... Don't stop.... Just keep going.... Ohhhhh FUCK."

I didn't want to cum in Kevin's hair because I knew I had to send him home, so when I was ready to release the first shot of semen, I pushed my cock right against his chest. He let go and I replaced his hand with mine, pulling him against me, my cock between us, against his chest. I was so hard, my cock head was almost hitting Kevin in the throat. I had an orgasm, jerking my own cock against my friend's little boy's chest. The first shot was watery and ran down his body, around his balls and onto Christopher's bed. The second shot was thick and stuck to Kevin's chest like paste. Then another shot, and another, similar to the last two.

"ohhhhhhh godddddddd yesssss I moaned as I began to come down. I pushed Kevin back. I looked down and Kevin was holding his head back, trying to look at his own chest..... holding his hands out as if he didn't want to get whatever it was on them.

"What is it?" he said.

I didn't feel like I had the time or the desire to explain the birds and bees to the kid so I just ignored him. I saw a pair of Christopher's underwear on the floor so I picked it up and wiped Kevin's face and his chest. I noticed the trail that led down his belly and I cleaned him up down there too. Rubbing my son's underwear all over Kevin's smooth hairless ball sac. Then I said "Get dressed. And hurry". I looked out Christopher's window to make sure my wife's car was not in the driveway and then I got dressed myself.

"Now remember Kevin. No telling ok?. You can't tell your mom or your dad or anybody ok? Don't even talk to Christopher about this, ok?" Kevin was still sobbing, but he shook his head up and down. I wiped the tears from his cheeks, made sure his hair was not too messed up and grabbed his hand, before leading him downstairs. "Are you ok?" I said as we stood by the back door. He shook his head up and down, too embarrassed to look at me.

"Good, and remember what I said. No telling. And if you ever want to do this again, you can come over and tell me ok? Just make sure MRS. Williams is not around allright? Ok, now hurry off and be a good boy."

Kevin ran out the back door towards his house and I watched his tiny frame go, running in that awkward 7 year old way, and I thought to myself.......

"Kevin is going to be my lover, I wonder how much I should tell Christopher".

to be continued

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