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Caution/Welcome: In the first part of this story (unnumbered since it was
uncertain if there would be interest in continuing this story line) a
six-year-old boy was impregnated by a husky forty-yearold truck driver.
This part picks up from the birth of their baby and follows their lives as
new parents over the first year. This story is for posting at adult gay
story sites only and may not be copied electronically nor in print form for
redistribution. It contains descriptions of sex between the man and his
boy-wife.
Making a Baby - 02
As Bobby wrapped an arm about him tenderly, the boy snuggled up to his
beefy lover, nestling in against the crook of his arm and his massive,
hairy chest. The six-year-old seemed so diminutive curled up against the
six-foot-four, two-hundred-and-fifty pound trucker. He looked down at the
love of his life. His blond hair was matted and plastered to his forehead,
and his normally bright, pink face was streaked with dirty trails of sweat
and tears. His naked body was flushed with heat. That was not a surprise
considering what the youngster had gone through only an hour ago.
The boy, forty-two inches tall and fifty pounds, was cradling the cause
of that pain and his current exhaustion, a twelve-pound two-ounce baby boy.
Who would ever have imagined that such a thing could be possible, for a
six-year-old boy to give birth? Miraculous was a gross understatement.
This was something that nobody would ever believe. It was something that
Bobby, who had witnessed it, still could not believe.
Bobby smiled as he looked down at the boy and at his new son. There had
never been any doubt in the boy's mind right from the beginning. Bobby
caressed the boy's soft, tender butt cheeks lovingly, and he could not
resist slipping his finger along the hot, sweaty crack and fingering the
boy's butthole. Considering what had just happened, Bobby wondered if
perhaps it was better referred to now as the boy's pussy. He didn't care
for that name. He would have to think of something else. The term "love
hole" came to mind. The boy squirmed and pressed back against his finger
and Bobby gently inserted the tip in the hot love hole. He marvelled at
how only an hour ago the boy had been laying on his back, screaming and
crying as he spread apart those little boy cheeks and strained to open that
little hole in a desperate attempt to give birth.
Even more amazing was the little bundle in the boy's arm. Tiny, red,
and wrinkled, he was the most beautiful thing either of them had ever seen.
How he had been conceived inside the boy, and how the boy had managed to
give birth to him, will forever be a mystery, and the greatest blessing of
their lives. The boy was cradling him in the crook of his arm, as Bobby
was cradling the boy, and he was fingering the little baby's butthole too
as Bobby was fingering his, his tiny index finger gently stroking the
baby's tiny little button. To the boy that was not a sexual action. To
him it was as natural as another mother might brush away her baby's fine,
silky hair or kiss his little wrinkled forehead.
The baby squirmed with pleasure and pressed its little downy head
against the boy's chest. The lips found the little nipple, just a shade
deeper pink than the boy's chest, and the infant instinctively fastened its
lips to the protruding teat and began to suck. The boy had a baby sister
at home and knew what the baby was trying to do. For some reason whenever
that had happened with his baby sister his mother had sent him out of the
room, which was totally dumb as far as the boy was concerned. It was so
easy to slip outside and peep in the window if he wanted to, which he'd
done twice before deciding there was nothing more worth watching. So the
baby was eating. You don't send everyone outside when you sit down to eat,
so why for a baby?
Because he was able to see his mother's bare tit? So what? It was just
a part of her body. The boy found adults so dumb sometimes. That was one
thing he loved about Bobby. Bobby treated him like he had at least some
brain. He didn't treat him like an adult, which would be dumb too. He was
only six, seven next month. The big burly trucker just treated him as if
he was worth something, worth talking to and worth listening to, and the
boy cherished that.
His nipple began to grow hard as the baby's suction increased. Then it
began to tingle. The baby pressed his stubby little nose against the boy's
soft breast and sucked harder. The boy squirmed and hugged his baby more
tightly. His nipple felt like his pee-er did when he had to pee, sort of
aching, but sort of good too. Then the boy gave a little sigh and the baby
began to make little swallowing sounds. Bobby shifted his weight. He
hadn't considered having formula ready for the baby, and he knew that the
baby could not handle the real milk they had in the fridge. It would only
be a matter of minutes before the baby began crying to be fed, and it was
an hour's drive to the nearest grocery. That was not going to be a
pleasant trip with a squalling baby. Bobby knew they had better get
moving.
As he began to ease the boy off his lap, the baby's head slid along the
boy's chest and the boy quickly reached up and stopped it. He knew from
having a baby sister that babies could not control their body. A thin
ribbon of milk and saliva ran the short distance along his chest,
connecting the baby's mouth and the boy's teat. The boy quickly eased the
baby's head back over to the hard, little teat with the tiny, milky droplet
and the baby's lips eagerly encircled it.
"He's enjoying his drink," the boy said with a wide, proud grin as he
looked up at the man.
"You . . . you're producing milk!" he said incredulously.
"Yep," the boy replied.
To the boy, it just seemed natural, even if he didn't know any other
boys or men who had given birth. Bobby, on the other hand, got an instant
erection. The thought of the six-year-old feeding the baby was just too
wild to imagine. The boy was actually producing breast milk!
"You want to make some milk too," the boy said impishly as he reached
down and wrapped his tiny fist about his lover's thick cock. He slowly
began to pump his fist up and down Bobby's dick, knowing that gave the man
pleasure. "We got to give our baby a name," he said as he watched his hand
work his lover's foreskin up and down over the swollen, purplish knob. He
loved Bobby's huge pickle, and was so glad the big man allowed him to play
with it.
"We should name him William, after you," Bobby said with a smile as the
boy pleased him with his hand. Having the boy playing with his cock while
giving suck to his baby was so hot he was leaking precum in less than a
minute. The boy playfully extended his pointer finger and smeared it over
Bobby's cockhead.
"I think we should name him Bobby, after you."
"William Bobby," the man said, trying it out. "Doesn't flow right."
"How 'bout Bobby William."
"Maybe Billy Robert."
"Bobby Billy."
"Billy Bob."
"Yeah!" agreed the boy.
Billy Bob sucked contentedly on Billy's teat, unaware such a momentous
decision had been made about him. Billy held him tight and smiled down at
him as his fleshy boy breast squirted out a tiny stream of milk with each
suck. That felt so fantastically wonderful. Bobby sighed with pleasure as
he fountained, his thick, creamy load gushing out of his stiff cock and
over the six-year-old's small fingers. God it had been fast, but it felt
so fucking good.
They soon discovered that the baby needed to be fed every three hours,
and that he did not take a break during the night. They also discovered
there was a knack to putting on diapers so they would not leak, and that
there were a lot of things to learn about taking care of a baby.
Fortunately Billy had paid close attention when his little sister had
arrived because Bobby did not have much of a clue, this being his first
child.
Four days later found the three of them in the same position, doing the
same thing as they had done already a dozen times, feeding their infant son
and fiddling with each other's pickle, but Billy was no longer happy and
smiling. Bobby was quick to notice.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Can we have another baby?"
"Another?" Bobby asked in surprise, "I think we've got our hands full
with one."
"I'd like another one."
"Well, I think it's wonderful having a baby too, and I never thought
about it but I suppose I wouldn't mind having a large family, but I'm
afraid that's impossible. The place where I bought the suppositories and
got the gargoyle that made this all possible is gone."
"Then we can't have any more babies?" the boy asked, looking up at
Bobby, his blue eyes wide with innocence and beginning to moisten with
disappointment. The boy was easily hurt and Bobby felt bad.
"I'm sorry."
"We can't ever make a baby again?"
"No."
A tear overflowed the boy's lower right lid and began to run down his
soft, pink cheek.
"Hey, having one baby is all right. We can do all sorts of neat things
with our son."
"It's not that," he said, his lower lip trembling as he tried his best
not to cry. For a sixyear-old, that was no easy thing.
"Then what is it?" Bobby asked, perplexed.
"I liked making Billy Bob so much," the boy said wistfully. "I wish we
could do it some more. I wish we could make hundreds of Billy Bobs so
you'd fuck me for years and years, even when I'm old like you."
"Well we can't make any more babies, but we can still fuck."
"We can?" the boy asked in surprise.
"Sure, it just won't result in a baby."
"That's okay," the boy said with a wide toothy grin. "That's all I
really wanted. To do it you know, like we did it to make Billy Bob. I
thought we only could do it to make a baby."
"We can do it any time, and as often as you like."
"Cool! Can we do it now?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure," Bobby laughed, amused by his eagerness and delighted with his
purity and innocence. That was only one of a hundred things he loved about
young boys.
"As soon as Billy Bob is fed."
"Can't you fuck me now, while I'm feeding our baby?" he asked.
"Well, I suppose I could. I just never thought of doing it at the same
time."
"That would be sooo cool," the boy said, and Bobby had to agree.
While Billy sat there on the bed nursing Billy Bob, Bobby got up and
headed to the bathroom. As he had hoped, there was a small tube of
Vaseline in the first aide kit. Returning and sitting on the bed, he began
lubricating his already stiff cock. It had been a long time since he'd had
his eight-inch tool up the boy's rectum. What with his size, the fact they
had not done it for months, and the degree to which the boy's tiny
sphincter had to stretch to give birth to their son just three days ago, he
did not want to take any chances hurting the boy.
With the baby still cradled in his arm and still sucking on his teat,
the boy raised up on his knees and shuffled down to the middle of the bed.
Bobby crawled into position, laying on his back and stretching a leg out on
either side of the boy. Squirming down a little to be in a better
position, Bobby grasped his upward-pointing pole at the base as Billy began
to sit down. After a few minor adjustments in position, the tip of his
greased cock was poised at the boy's tender butthole. The boy slowly
continued to lower himself as he sat down, and ever so slowly Bobby's knob
stretched apart his sphincter and eased into his hot, moist rectum.
Ever so gradually Bobby felt his erection being engulfed by the boy's
love hole. Sinking close to half way down the tremendous eight-inch organ,
Billy paused, and Bobby placed his hands on the boy's soft, warm butt,
cupping the little boy's bottom in his meaty palms to stop him. Holding
him up by his soft little ass, Bobby began to rock his hips back and forth,
easing his cock in and out of his eager hole, four inches in and four
inches out, about the maximum the young boy could take.
The boy's tight, moist hole grasped his rod eagerly. Bobby soon paused,
needing to stop or he would climax way before he wanted to. The boy, not
realizing why his lover had stopped, slowly began to rise, using his thigh
muscles to draw himself up two or three inches, and then slowly sank back
down. Bobby smiled at the boy's eagerness and desire, and allowed the
sixyear-old to ride his pole for minute, and then he clamped his hands
firmer about the boy's hips and stopped him.
He explained he had to pause or he would come too fast, and the boy
understood. Billy sat there motionlessly, cradling the baby and giving it
suck. He wanted this too last too. Bobby finally resumed his motions,
slowly rocking back and forth and easing his cock in and out of the boy's
bottom and at the same time reaching over and fondling the boy's little
cock. Billy shuddered in ecstasy. The hot, hard cock stretching apart his
asshole and stuffing his little rectum, the thick, fat fingers fiddling
with his pricklet, causing it to grow firm and to itch with desire, and the
hot little mouth of his baby sucking on his hard, little teat, causing it
to squirt out his boy milk, was awesome. Never had his body been so
stimulated in so many places. Never had he felt so good.
Bobby had missed fucking the tender youngster, and knowing how much the
boy was enjoying having his bum fucked and his pricklet jerked, Bobby found
he had to fight back the urge to speed up. As it was, he knew he was going
to come far too soon. He did not have the willpower to stop it. No sane
man could. The hot moist asshole contracting and dilating as if trying to
shit out his cock, and the tiny one-and-a-half-inches of boy cock hard as
steel between his fingers told him his little beloved had missed this just
as much as he had. Add to that the fact the boy was suckling their baby at
the same time, and this had to be the wildest fuck he had ever had.
Soon Bobby's thick, hot cock was spurting the contents of his hard,
tight nuts up the boy's rectum. While he was gasping and snorting with his
orgasm, he felt the little pricklet in between his fingers throb, and the
naked boy held up by the palm of his meaty left hand began trembling and
quivering with his dry orgasm. The baby burped with what had to be the
most unusual and unique way ever invented of burping a baby. A thin, white
film of boy milk coated its tiny lips as deep within the boy's butt a load
of a far different milk was being deposited. The three of them closed
their eyes and breathed deeply and slowly, each enjoying the physical and
mental pleasures flooding through them.
Bobby finally eased the boy up with his hands, lifting him up off his
still stiff but now satisfied cock. The baby, having had his fill, had
fallen asleep. Billy lay him on the pillows, and then lay down on the bed
beside him. On impulse, Bobby crawled over on all fours, and bowing his
head, fastened his lips about the boy's teat. He sucked gently on the tiny
nipple. It was surprisingly hard and hot. He continued to give it short,
forceful sucks. Suddenly there was a thin squirt of a warm, sweetish
liquid. The delightful fluid collected in his mouth. He sucked and there
was another spurt, and he sucked a third time and there was a third. He
savoured the boy milk, and then swallowed. Never had he tasted anything so
delicious. He looked up at the boy lying there on his back and smiling up
at him.
"Bet making my milk come is like making your stuff come, except instead
of my pickle it's my . . . my. . . ."
"Teat," finished Bobby.
"Teat," the boy repeated.
Bobby lay on his back on the bed beside Billy, the taste of the boy's
sweet milk on his lips. He rolled over on his side as the boy also turned
and snuggled up to him, his warm, soft butt cheeks pressing against Bobby's
groin, his smooth back pressing against his hairy stomach and chest. Billy
smiled as he felt his lover's coarse pubic hairs against his butt and furry
chest against his shoulders. His love hole felt warm and he was sure he
could feel Bobby's thick cum oozing out of it as he cuddled up against
Bobby's huge, warm body. Billy Bob, his stomach full and his little bum
glowing warmly as Billy gently massaged it with his middle finger, lay in
the curvature of the young boy. The three were soon sleeping contentedly.
Coming up with an explanation how he had come into possession of a
week-old baby was not easy, and Bobby was already within the city limits
before he came up with something he could use on his wife. That a distant
cousin she had never heard of before had the baby out of wedlock and needed
a home for it at least temporarily until the family could work things out
was stretching it, but it was plausible. "Temporarily" extended from a
week to two and then to four. That the family was having difficulties
coming to an agreement with what to do with the baby was also plausible,
and the inconvenience even added reality to the story.
Billy and Bobby met as frequently as possible so the boy could give the
baby his feedings, and in between they used a breast pump to fill several
bottles Bobby could feed the baby when Billy was not available.
Invariably, milking the young boy and watching the baby bottles fill up
with his sweet, pale coloured breast milk got the two of them horny. If
they could, they engaged in anal sex, Bobby of course being the dominant
partner and jerking Billy at the same time, but if Bobby's wife was in and
Billy's parents were home, they settled for mutual masturbation in Bobby's
car. Billy joked that someday they should try the breast pump on Bobby's
cock, and Bobby joked that they could use it to give Billy Bob a special
treat.
Billy came over regularly and helped look after the baby when Bobby had
to resume working, arriving after Bobby's wife had left for work, and
leaving before she returned. Billy Bob grew rapidly in that first month.
Then Bobby had to go back to school. As much as he enjoyed his new baby,
he was looking forward to seeing some of his friends he had not seen since
school had let out, and he was looking forward to being in grade two and
learning new things.
Bobby's wife really did not care what he did about the baby, as long as
she was not looking after it. They had agreed on no children, and she had
meant no children. She loved her job, and she had no intention of becoming
a housewife, especially to look after a child of some cousin she had not
even met. She also made it clear that the money for a sitter was not
coming out of her wages. She loved her husband, but there were limits.
Bobby didn't care. It was his boy. His own little son. He and Billy
worked out a schedule. He picked Billy up to take him to school and Billy
gave Billy Bob his morning feeding. Bobby met the boy at recess, at lunch,
during the afternoon recess, and on the way home from school for periodic
feedings. When he had to go away on trucking jobs, the sitter and Billy
Bob had to make do with formula. Billy Bob did not particularly like that,
and nor did Billy. He enjoyed breast feeding his little son, not just
because of the physical pleasure, but because he loved to cuddle and sing
to his little boy. In grade two you learn a lot of neat songs.
When Billy came over in the evenings, he snuck the baby into the
bathroom so he could give the baby suck and sing to him, or tell him a
Space Rangers story. Whenever possible, Bobby arranged for late Friday
afternoon to Sunday trips and took the boy with him. The boy's parents did
not care. They actually appreciated it. If they could, they used the
opportunity to be by themselves for a few hours, or treat themselves by
going to a restaurant. Looking after the boy's baby sister was a full time
job in itself for the young couple who both had jobs and were struggling to
make ends meet. Bobby and Billy understood very well how demanding a baby
could be.
Fall turned into winter, and winter into spring. Soon it was summer.
The boy went off on what his parents assumed was a four-week camping
experience. Actually, Bobby had arranged his holidays to accommodate Billy
and so that it was during his wife's annual performance review. He and the
boy headed for a camping trip up into the Idaho mountains.
August third, Billy Bob's first birthday, was celebrated at Sandpoint.
His fathers bought an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen and put a single
candle in it. They sang Happy Birthday and had balloons and bought their
baby a new little rattle and a cute sun bonnet for camping. Billy and
Bobby cut two large slices of cake for themselves, having no parents or
wife to keep them from gorging themselves, and they fed Billy Bob his first
ice cream. Billy, now a month away from his eighth birthday, beamed down
at his little son. The baby had the boy's fine blond hair, blue eyes and
complexion. He had Bobby's broad shoulders and large cock, and it seemed
like every time they changed his diapers and wiped his little behind he
would become erect.
Billy was still breast feeding, and when the baby was done and had
fallen asleep in his playpen, he let Bobby have a treat. Their normal
routine was to retire to the seclusion of their motorhome and to close all
the curtains to be sure nobody could see. Then Billy would jump into
Bobby's lap and Bobby would take the boy in his arms and give the
seven-year-old a long, tender kiss. Billy's lips were so soft, his breath
so fresh and sweet, Bobby could kiss the boy for hours, and sometimes he
did. They both enjoyed that. The two would kiss tenderly, fondly, and the
boy would run his fingers over his father bear's furry chest. Bobby would
sometime joke that he was the biggest teddy bear the boy would ever have,
and Billy would reply that he would never want any other, and the feeling
that passed between the two was even better than the feeling they had when
Bobby came up the boy's love hole.
The forty-one-year-old trucker loved to caress the boy's smooth butt.
His skin was like satin, and the man who could crush drainage pipes with
one hand stoked that bare bottom with the lightness of a feather. He'd
caress the boy's tender little buttocks in a forever expanding and then
constricting spiral, until the boy was quivering with anticipation, and
then he would run his index and middle fingers along the boy's buttcrack.
Bringing his fingertips to his nose, he would inhale the fragrance of the
seven-year-old's ass and then run his fingertips along his crack once more
and repeat the action.
Finally the boy would lay on his back and spread his thin, smooth thighs
as far apart as he could. He loved having Bobby fuck him that way, so he
could watch the father of his baby as he worked his cock in and out of his
body. He loved looking up into Bobby's steel-grey eyes while he was
fucking, and to watch the smile slowly pass over his face as he approached
his climax. Sometimes they would elevate his hips on a pile of pillows,
and other times they would have him lay on his shoulders and support his
lower back and hips on Bobby's thighs. Sometimes he would play with his
little dick, but most times he let Bobby do that. He loved the feel of the
big man's thick, firm fingers tugging on his pickle, as he liked to call
it. As Bobby's breathing grew heavier, so would his, and as Bobby shuddered
with his violent ejaculation up the boy's love hole, so would Billy shudder
with his dry orgasm.
Then they would cuddle together on the big soft bed and enjoy the waning
of their tension as they came down from their orgasmic high. Billy would
sometimes say he wished they could have another baby because making
something so special together was so cool. For that reason Bobby would
wish it too, but he no longer needed that as a reason to fuck the boy. A
year ago he had, but much had changed since then. Bobby was a boylover.
He admitted that now, and was sorry he had not admitted it earlier in his
life. He loved being with the boy. He loved the sound of his voice, the
enthusiasm with which he greeted the day, and the joy he found in the
simplest pleasures. Yes, he loved fucking the boy's small, tight ass, and
he loved tugging on his tiny, hard little pricklet too, because that was
the confirmation of their love for each other, just as it was for any
couple. Love was what their relationship was all about.
The day after Billy Bob's birthday they continued on their way, heading
nowhere in particular, just enjoying the countryside, and enjoying each
other's company. Soon they would have to be returning home.
"Look!"
Bobby eased on the brake and glanced around but could not see what the
boy was referring too. "What, was it a bear? A deer?"
"No, in the trailer in front of us."
Bobby looked at the trailer. It was a small trailer, a Bowler. It had
a California licence plate. Other than that, he could not make out
anything.
"In the window."
Bobby slowly pushed down on the gas pedal and drew up closer.
Tailgating, he tried to make out what was in the back window. It appeared
to be a child's drawing of an ugly frog, an ugly frog with an extra pair of
legs and a huge penis. Bobby strained to observe every detail he could and
yet keep his eye on the distance between them and the trailer. He could
not believe it, but there was no question what the picture was of. There
was only one way anyone could have drawn a picture like that. Easing off
on the gas pedal, he followed behind the car and trailer. He would follow
them wherever they went. He had to find out how they knew about the
gargoyle of male fecundity. They were both heading in the same direction
anyway, and he and Billy didn't have any definite destination.
They followed the car and Bowler for two hours, both man and boy growing
anxious and impatient to meet the occupants. Noon arrived and the car
continued. So did Bobby. The car pulled into the next rest stop. Bobby
pulled the motorhome up beside it. A youth got out on the driver's side, a
dark-haired boy of maybe eighteen or nineteen, and a boy got out on the
passenger side, a dark-haired boy of about seven. While the teenager went
into the trailer, the boy opened the back seat and took out a baby, a baby
only a few months old. Bobby and Billy looked at each other, and at Billy
Bob sleeping in the car seat behind them.
They watched as the boy went over to one of the picnic tables and
sitting on the bench, cuddled the baby. The teenager emerged ten minutes
later with a plastic container and began to spread their lunch out on the
table. Bobby and the boy got out and headed for the three.
"Hi," greeted Billy to the dark-haired boy holding the baby.
"Hi."
"Cute looking baby," Bobby said to the teenager.
"Thanks," the teenager said, and then quickly flushed. "Ah, that is,
ah, yeah, he is."
"Yours?" Bobby asked.
"Mine?" the teenager asked with an embarrassed chuckle. Bobby could see
the teen was flustered. He also noticed the quick glance the dark-haired
boy gave the teenager. It was a look of apprehension.
"We noticed the picture in the back of the Bowler," Bobby said.
"Picture?"
The dark-haired boy quickly got a very guilty look on his face. As the
possible ramifications of his foolish action sank in, that look turned to a
one of worry.
"What picture?" the teenager asked, looking at the dark-haired boy.
Seeing the look on the boy's face, a look of apprehension flickered also in
his eyes.
"Ah, well, just a picture," the boy replied, thinking quickly. "Just
something I saw, ah, on the net."
The teenager studied him for a moment, and then looked up at Bobby. He
could tell Bobby was not buying that. Imagining the worst, he got to his
feet and headed to the back of the Bowler. Bobby followed him. The
teenager swallowed hard as he stared at the picture.
"Ah fuck," he cursed softly. He stared at the picture for a moment
longer, deep in thought, and then turning to Bobby, he tried to look as
convincing as possible. "I see why you mentioned the picture," he said.
"I'm sorry. I try to watch what the kid brings up on the net, but you
know, you can't watch them every second, and it seems the second your back
is turned they find a dirty picture like that. I'll see that he's
punished."
"That isn't necessary."
"No, he shouldn't be drawing obscene pictures like that."
"I've seen that gargoyle before. Me and the boy."
The teenager looked at him, his eyes widening with surprise and hope for
a moment. Then Bobby saw his eyes narrow with suspicion and his guard go
up. "Yeah, well, if Kevin found the site the pic is on I guess you could
too."
"I don't mean on the net. I mean, the real thing."
"Yeah? Well, imagine that. Look, I'm sorry, okay. I'll be sure he
takes it down." The teenager turned and headed over to the picnic table.
The picture by itself was no indication of his secret, but it did draw
attention to him and the boy, and that they did not want. That was
worrisome enough, and that and the husky man's comment about seeing the
gargoyle were enough reason for the two of them to lose this fellow as fast
as they could.
As Bobby followed him back, he wondered how he could explain that he
knew the boy's secret, how he could prove to the teenager that they had
nothing to fear from them. Just then Billy Bob began to cry in the
motorhome. Billy got up and began to go to him. "Bring Billy Bob out,"
Bobby called as he went over to the picnic table with the teenager.
The dark-haired boy looked at the teenager questioningly as they
returned. "Eat up," he said briskly, "we have to get going."
Bobby could tell he was clearly uncomfortable, and he could understand
why the teenager would want to put distance between them. Bobby glanced
anxiously over at the motorhome. Billy Bob had stopped crying, but Billy
had not come back out. Bobby went over to the motorhome and stuck his head
inside. Billy was nursing the baby. "I told you to bring the baby
outside."
"He's hungry," Billy explained.
"Bring him out," Bobby repeated.
"But "
"Trust me."
Billy did, immensely. He would do anything the burly truck driver asked
of him, anything at all. Easing the baby's lips away from his teat and
cuddling him tenderly, Billy stepped outside with him. They returned to
the picnic table. The teenager and boy, who had been wolfing down their
sandwiches, looked at the baby with surprise, glanced over at the motorhome
as if anticipating the mother, and when she did not appear, glanced at each
other again.
"He's a cute baby too," the teenager observed cautiously.
"Thanks," said Billy. "His first birthday was yesterday."
"Cool," said the dark-haired boy, admiring the baby and then looking up
at the teenager.
Being away from his liquid lunch long enough, Billy Bob began to cry
again. Billy tried to comfort him by bouncing, but he knew the baby's
problem. He began to get up.
"You can feed him here," Bobby advised.
Billy looked up at Bobby, and then at the two strangers, and finally
back at Bobby. They had talked about his mother hiding breastfeeding his
sister from him, and had agreed that it was stupid, but Billy breastfeeding
Billy Bob was a way different situation. He was no girl, and revealing his
unique capability would result in attention they had both agreed they could
not afford. Even though the two strangers also had a little baby, and had
a picture of that strange frog-looking thing, Billy had been drilled how
careful they had to be and he was uncertain if he understood properly.
"For real?"
"Yes," said Bobby.
Billy unbuttoned his shirt and cradled Billy Bob in his arm. The baby
immediately sought his teat and began to suckle. The dark-haired boy
stared, and then looked up at the teenager.
"You have more than seen the gargoyle for real," the teenager said to
Bobby.
"And I don't think Kevin has just seen it on the net."
Whether it was being woken up by Billy Bob, seeing the other baby being
suckled, or just his time, but the baby began to cry. The boy looked at
the teenager questioningly, and the teenager glanced around.
"It's safe. I made sure of that before I told Billy to nurse Billy Bob.
There is nobody who can see us here."
The teenager smiled, and then nodded to the dark-haired boy. He
immediately unbuttoned his shirt and held his baby to his chest. Bobby
felt his cock begin to swell as the tiny baby began to suck on the
seven-year-old boy's nipple. He and the teenager sat on the other side of
the picnic table in silence and watched their two boy-wives give suck to
their children.
"You're the first we've met," the teenager finally said.
"You too," said Bobby.
Of course they agreed to travel together and camp at the same campground
that night. Needless to say they pulled in early, and camped side by side.
They shared the evening meal together, typical camp fair of burgers
provided by Kevin, potato salad made by Bobby, and corn on the cob by
mutual agreement. The boys nursed their babies in the motorhome, and the
four visited around the campfire, discussing their mutual passion and their
common experience. Bobby explained his longtime fantasy of impregnating a
young boy, and how he had accidentally stumbled upon the strange oriental
in a very unique shop that disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. At
the time he had assumed it had been accidental, but now he was no longer
sure.
The teenager, Kyle, told how he too had always been turned on by boys
younger than himself ever since he could remember. He described how nine
months ago he seemed to be drawn beyond his control to a fortuneteller's
tent at a carnival in his hometown, and how he had also met the ancient
oriental. The rest of the story was like Bobby and Billy's, the gargoyle,
the suppositories, the meeting and instantaneous falling in love, the mad
passion to make a child, and the miraculous birth.
After the babies had their evening feeding and had been put to sleep in
the motorhome, the boy-wives snuggled up to their husbands while the four
of them continued talking, and before long, the four could not resist the
urges they were feeling. They simply felt so much in love and so
comfortable with each other, that their foreplay commenced naturally and
unnoticed. It began with Kyle leaning forward and kissing Kevin on the
cheek in response to Kevin's description how happy he was when Kyle had
shown up for his Christmas concert at school just six weeks after they had
met. He snuggled closer to the teenager and put his arm around him as Kyle
told how brilliant an actor he was. Billy absent-mindedly and naturally
placed his hand in Bobby's crotch as his lover caressed his little butt and
talked about Billy's honours marks in Grade Two and his knowledge about
space and everything related to it.
As they talked their lovemaking progressed. Opening up shirts and
running large hands over smooth, skinny chests and little hands over broad,
hairy pecs, they made no effort to hide their growing arousal, nor did they
have to express their thoughts in words.
Finally the four of them stripped and the two boys lay on the bed on
their backs side by side, their hips propped up on pillows. They looked so
beautiful laying there, sweet, innocent and pure. Their bodies were almost
identical, their limbs smooth and hairless, their chests soft and
delicately contoured with nipples just slightly darker than their lightly
tanned bodies, their stomachs flat, and their little boy cocks and balls
hairless and inviting.
The boys beamed up at their two lovers as they stripped and glanced over
at each other. Bobby's massive, two-hundred-and-fifty pound, six-foot-four
body seemed even larger in comparison to the five-foot-ten,
hundred-and-fifty pound teenager beside him. Bobby's chest had a mat of
curly brown hair that extended down over his belly, and thick brown hair on
his thighs, calves and arms, giving him a fuzzy bear look. Kevin's black
hair was not as thick, but its darkness gave an impression that it was.
Both men were sporting erections, Bobby's eight inches and thick, Kevin's
seven inches and slender. Both were circumcised, and the skin was pulled
back, revealing their dark, engorged knobs.
The two seven-year-olds spread apart their slender legs as the two men
knelt between them and then slowly lowered their bodies. They squirmed and
giggled and grunted and inhaled sharply as their lovers mounted them. Ever
so slowly their little rectums were penetrated. Ever so slowly each felt
the familiar but always exciting sensation of having his asshole stretched
and stuffed by his lover's cock. They smiled with the unique pleasure as
that hot, solid tube of flesh began to ease in and out of their flushed
bodies.
Bobby and Kevin moved in unison, the two men slowly working their hips
to and fro in that familiar rocking motion. Each eased his hard, aching
cock in and out of his little boy's hot, moist hole, each being careful not
to hurt his young boy-wife. Each wanted only to bring pleasure to his
young boy in a way that only men can.
Once they had established a rhythm, the two men reached for the little
genitals that were still laying limply between their beloveds' legs. As
Bobby and Kevin rubbed the silky soft skin of their boys' little balls and
stroked their warm, limp tubes, the two men watched with delight as the
little organs responded to their touch. Each little cock began to swell
until it was firm and hot, jutting up below the smooth, hairless pube with
eager anticipation. Each man took his boy-wife's little cock between thumb
and forefinger and began to stroke the hot, stiff projection.
The two boys slowly became more and more aroused as their lovers thrust
their cocks in and out of them with a gradually increasing tempo. They
began to squirm as they felt the ripples of pleasure coursing through their
irritated little boycocks. Glancing over at each other and exchanging
knowing smiles, the two boys leaned forward and kissed. Their young, soft
lips touched gently, and then a second and third time with more force. The
sight of the two boys, tousle-haired blond Billy and the dishevelled,
long-haired brunette Kevin, kissing each other triggered their two lovers.
As the two boys kissed a fourth time, this time with passion, their two
lovers grasped their slim hips tightly and groaned in ecstasy as their cum
gushed up the core of their throbbing cocks and into the moist, hot holes
of the two kissing boys.
The boys' lips parted and met again for a fifth hot, passionate kiss as
their bodies trembled with their dry orgasms and they bucked their hips in
an uncontrollable fit of pleasure.
The four cuddled on the bed for a long time afterward, totally spent,
totally in awe of the force and beauty of their lovemaking. They had
thought of repeating it, but it was too wonderful to duplicate, and so
taxing, that the four of them had soon drifted off into a blissful sleep.
Bobby and Billy's vacation was over, and they regretfully said their
good-byes to their new friends. They promised to keep in touch, and they
did over the following fall, winter and spring, mostly through email
between Billy and Kevin. In May Kevin had exciting news. He and Kyle had
located a third couple through the net who also had had a baby, and who
said they knew of several others also. They were all planning to meet this
summer. Bobby and Billy excitedly began making plans so they could again
spend their summer vacation together.
Comments and story suggestions can be sent to the author, J.O.
Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com Perhaps you would like to be one of
the campers in part 03.
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