Message-ID: <23087asstr$952312204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000302062656.32599.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Dream Spinner" <authorsix@hotmail.com> Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Making A Baby - 03" (m/b) Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2000 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23087> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin <1st attachment, "Making 03.txt" begin> 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. Part 2 followed their lives as new parents over the first year. Part 3 describes their developing relationship as they experience the joys and excitement of parenting over the next ten months. 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, now 42, his eight-year-old boy-wife and their infant son between the ages of 12 and 22 months. Comments and story suggestions are always welcome and can be forwarded to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Making a Baby - 03 Bobby glanced at his watch. Nine minutes after two. Only three minutes had gone by since he had last looked. The big trucker pulled back the curtains in the living room window and looked up the street again. It was still empty. He should not have let the kid talk him into letting him come by himself. He should have insisted the boy meet him down the street from his house as he had originally proposed, as they usually arranged. Bobby cursed himself for letting the boy talk him into agreeing with his plan instead, but it was difficult denying him anything with those big turquoise eyes and that innocent, pleading look that only eight-year-olds can have. Besides, the boy would be nine in three months and he wanted so much to be grown up, to have responsibilities. Bobby glanced down at his watch again. Twelve minutes after two. Suppose something had happened to him. Suppose he had gotten hit by a car, or gotten on the wrong bus. Suppose some pervert had seen him and kidnapped him. That could easily happen. The boy was too damn cute to risk leaving him alone by himself. If he had gotten hurt, he would never forgive himself. If the boy had gotten killed, he would not be able to continue living. He looked out the window for the hundredth time and his heart leaped at the sight of a youngster walking up the street. It was him! Bobby quickly stepped out onto the front step and watched him approach. The boy was so damn hot looking. He wore his Nike cap backwards like all kids these days and today he was wearing his black net Guess tank top and his flourescent green Vibrations shorts. Bobby could not believe how happy he felt just at the sight of the boy walking briskly toward him. Seeing him on the step, Billy broke into a run. "Hi," the boy greeted with a large, gap-toothed grin as he turned into the yard, clearly proud that he had achieved his mission. "You've lost a tooth." "Yeah," he said. "Came out yesterday when I was eating a hotdog for lunch." "Put it under your pillow?" "No," he said, wide-eyed in mock surprise, "I finished eating it." He giggled at his joke. "Course I did," he said with a smile. "Got a dollar." They stepped into the house. "Have to be quiet. Billy Bob is napping." "Okay," he said immediately with a whisper. "Your wife gone?" "Yes, she left about an hour ago." "So, it's just you and me, by ourselves." "That's right," Bobby said with a smile. "Cool," Billy said, wrapping his arms about the burly truck driver and squeezing him tightly. Bobby slipped a beefy arm about the boy and pressed him against his two-hundred-andsixty-five pound frame. Even though he'd been watching his diet, he had been gaining weight. "So . . . did you and your wife ... did you . . . you know . . . do it last night?" "No," said Bobby, his lips curling with amusement. He had a pretty good idea why the boy was asking. Billy had never expressed any jealousy over having to share him with his wife, but he was just a boy, and Bobby knew that Billy would have preferred to have him all to himself, both socially and sexually. The boy really did not have to worry about the sex aspect of their relationship. He and his wife had agreed long ago that they were not going to have any children. That had eliminated one reason for "doing it", and with their busy schedules they were often either too tired, or one or the other was not home, which provided the second and third reasons for abstaining. His wife did not seem to have much need for sex anyway, and that suited Bobby fine. He had another outlet, an outlet he was willing to devote full time to. "Great!" said Billy with that gap-toothed grin again. "So, can we, well, you know, do it now, before Billy Bob wakes up?" "Well, I don't know," Bobby teased with a frown, knowing very well the young boy's sexual appetite. "Do you want to?" "You bet I do!" Billy exclaimed excitedly, and then remembering Billy Bob, he looked about worriedly, not wanting to disturb their baby, and even more important, not wanting to spoil a chance for "doing it". As they quietly walked down the hall and into the master bedroom, Bobby wondered if all eight-year-olds would be as eager for sex if they had the opportunity. He believed that they would. It was only because of society's repression that you did not have neighbourhoods of horny eight-year-old boys humping all over the place. Billy quickly crawled up onto the bed and Bobby sat down beside him. At fifty-nine pounds and fifty-one inches, the little blond boy was still as cute and cherubic as when Bobby had met him two years ago. He still had that impish grin that made his turquoise eyes sparkle and his cheeks to dimple and that made you wonder what mischief the boy had gotten into now. Bobby untied his Nike runners and dropped them on the floor beside the bed, and then removed his dark-blue Nike socks. They were damp from his body warmth and perspiration having walked to the house from the bus stop. Bobby picked up his small, size six-and-a-half feet and inhaled. Unlike many boys his age, Billy kept his feet washed and they had that aroma of worn leather and naturalness that Bobby loved so much. The big trucker looked up and admired the boy for a moment. His skin, seductively visible through the net of his Guess tank top, was already beginning to tan. As Bobby reached up and took the bottom of the tank top, Billy raised his arms and Bobby pulled the tank off over his head. Dropping it on the floor also, Bobby ran his hands over the boy's velvety smooth skin, delighting in the soft, rounded contours of the preadolescent body. Bobby's cock began to swell in response. As Billy's net tank top had revealed, the eight-year-old was already developing a bit of a tan, children having much more opportunity to go shirtless outdoors than adults. Bobby ran his finger tips over the boy's sensitive, slightly darker nipples and the boy quivered with his touch. His boy breasts were still soft and Bobby kneaded the flesh for a moment before returning to those sensitive nipples. As he ran his fingertips across them with a feather-light touch over and over, they quickly grew firm. Bobby so loved turning the boy on, and the boy so loved being turned on. Billy lay on his back and smiled up at Bobby, knowing this position very well by then. As Bobby slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his Vibrations shorts, Billy raised his hips to allow him to slide the shorts down. For today he had chosen to wear white Jockey briefs, clean ones, although already there was a slight yellow tint where he'd been in a hurry and hadn't waited long enough after shaking to tuck his penis back away. Bobby smiled down at the boy, admiring his smooth, clean body. He so loved looking at boys who's only hair was on the top of their head. He wanted to draw the boy close to him and kiss his sweet lips, and then move on down his chest and flat stomach to his groin, but he had to finish disrobing him, and the delay would make the time when they did kiss all the more intense for both of them. Bobby reached up and once again his fingers slipped under an elastic band, but this time the elastic band of the boy's underwear. Billy once again raised his hips as Bobby slowly and ceremoniously drew the cotton briefs down to reveal his hairless pubes. Slowly a tube of light pink flesh no thicker than his smallest finger was revealed, and two round, hairless testicles, each the size and smoothness of a hummingbird egg. He drew the briefs down the boy's slender legs and over his tiny feet and dropped them on the floor with the rest of the boy's clothes. Unable to wait any longer, he took the boy in his arms and drawing him to his burly, muscular body, he kissed him on the lips. The boy's lips were so soft and warm, and his breath so sweet. He kissed the boy several times, and when he paused, the boy took the initiative and kissed him. There was nothing as erotic as making love to a tender, naked boy and Bobby found himself quickly becoming aroused. Billy began to unbutton the trucker's navy blue silk shirt, slowly exposing his expansive, hairy chest. Pulling the shirt out of his trousers, Billy slipped it off Bobby's shoulders. Unable to resist, he ran his fingers through Bobby's mat of chest hair, delighting in the feel of the coarse hair between his fingers. Running his fingers in circles around Bobby's nipples, he knew that by not caressing them he was making Bobby itch for his touch, and he loved to make his big lover itch. He continued to toy with Bobby's hair until he knew Bobby could take it no longer. Over the past ten months he had come to know the large man very well. He finally massaged Bobby's teats, causing them to quickly harden. Billy wished that Bobby could produce milk like he had been able to. It would have been so cool to suck on his hairy teat and draw his warm milk out of his chest. Working his way down Bobby's chest, Billy undid Bobby's belt buckle and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Bobby raised his hips to allow the boy to push down his pants. Billy had to struggle a bit to get them down his legs and off his feet, but that was part of the joy of being stripped by the eight-year-old. His fumbling, and the novelty of it all to the boy, added to the excitement and joy of being exposed by him. The youngster returned to the elastic band of Bobby's boxers, and slipping his small, warm fingers under the band, he began to ease the underwear down over Bobby's hips. Exposing Bobby's manhood, the young boy stared at it as he continued to slowly push and then pull the boxers down. Bobby was well hung, and even in a limp state the muscular, hefty trucker had an impressive-looking cock, especially to an eight-yearold. Billy continued exposing him, revealing his equally impressive, huge, hairy testicles. Being disrobed by the naked eight-year-old was having its effect on Bobby. His cock was well on its way to becoming erect without even having been touched. Billy was well aware of that, and having removed Bobby's boxers, the boy eagerly reached back up to fondle the trucker's wonderful, swelling love pole. He loved having it get stiff in his hand. Bobby loved it too. The touch of those warm, small fingers as they wrapped around his growing flesh was like magic. Bobby's cock began expanding at triple the rate and it was soon jutting straight out ready for action, much to Billy's delight. Bobby reached over to the night stand and took out the tube of KY that he had put there the moment his wife had headed down the street. As he opened it up, Billy lay on his back and threw his legs up over his head, causing his butt to be raised in the air and readily available to his lover. Applying a dab of grease to the tip of his index finger, Bobby spread apart the eight-yearold boy's cheeks with the other hand. Then stretching open the little boy's anus, Bobby deposited the dab of grease in the entrance of his love canal. Taking a second dab, he similarly deposited it at the entrance before slowly easing his finger tip into the boy's opening. Carefully and slowly easing his finger up the boy's hole to the second knuckle, he paused and then withdrew it almost to the tip, and then once more eased it back up the eight-year-old's ass. In that manner, he worked the KY into Billy's rectum for a full minute before removing his finger. Adding another dab to the entrance, he repeated the process. By the time he was done, Billy was squirming and wiggling his hips in ecstasy. After applying a generous dab of KY to his cockhead, he knelt before the boy, spread apart his thin thighs, and placed his greased rod against the boy's similarly greased little pink pucker. He slowly and gently pressed forward, watching the boy's face for any sign of discomfort. Billy strained to relax and to accept his lover's rod. He inhaled deeply as Bobby's cock began to enter him, and Bobby too gasped for breath as he felt the boy's flesh slipping over his knob. His cock was thick, but Billy had been penetrated by him many times now and was getting skilled at uniting with him. It still took them a while, mostly because Bobby wanted to be as gentle as he could. Besides, there was no need to be in a hurry. Bobby finally stopped and sighed, half of his eight-inch cock sunk up the boy's ass. He concentrated on the warmth and moistness of the boy's love canal and closed his eyes with the pleasure. There was no better feeling than having his eight-year-old boy-mate's hot, moist hole tightly gripping his aching cock. He savoured the feeling for as long as he could, not just for his own pleasure, but also to give Billy the opportunity to get accustomed to having his thick cock in his body. Bobby finally opened his eyes and he had to smile at the grin of achievement and satisfaction so evident on the young face looking up at him. Billy was proud of himself. It seemed each time they fucked he was able to take just a bit more of his lover's shaft up his love canal, and he looked forward to the day when Bobby would be able to stuff all eight inches up his rectum. Right now he was quite satisfied with the four inches of hot, solid bone which had invaded his body. Earlier, when this was a lot newer to him, he had once tried to take more up his ass by pushing forward as his lover had eased down into him. The resulting pain and bleeding had been a shock, and a lesson to be patient and to trust the big truck driver. Getting his ass stuffed was no longer new now, but he never ceased to be amazed and overjoyed each time the big man initially entered him. Now as Bobby began to slowly work his greased rod in and out of his itchy, burning hole and Billy's own little cock jerked and throbbed all on its own, waving in the air like the tail of a little happy puppy, he sighed with pleasure. Billy reached down and squeezed his little pricklet, and then slowly began to rub it up and down with his thumb and first finger in time with Bobby's humping, drawing up on his little cock as Bobby sunk his into him, and then drawing down as Bobby withdrew. He loved the tingling and rhythmic throbbing of his little pricklet, and the burning and pulsating of his asshole. The two merged into one overpowering rhythm that seemed to make his entire groin beat in time with the fucking motion of the burly truck driver. Bobby was feeling much the same way as he slowly and carefully worked the top half of his cock in and out of the little boy's hot, moist love chanal. He could not imagine anything more delightful, and he was so grateful that he had the opportunity to experience such pleasure. Society usually banned those things that brought the most exquisite pleasure, so it made perfect sense that what he was doing was high, if not at the top, of the banned list. Well, as far as he was concerned, for those that supported that view it was their loss. This was something every man should be able to enjoy. Bobby eased his massive body to and fro above the slender boy, relishing every little movement and making it last as long as he could by pausing frequently and allowing the urge to speed up to subside. Fucking the tender morsel below him was so pleasurable it was difficult not to give in to nature and cum. Doing it there in his bedroom, in the bed that he shared most nights with his wife, was even more erotic. He smiled down at the boy laying motionless beneath his massive body. Even Billy had learned to stop tugging on his little pricklet occasionally to delay his orgasm instead of beating himself to a dry orgasm as fast as he could. Despite their efforts, the two lovers could not make their lovemaking last indefinitely, and nor did they want to. The orgasm that they were working toward was much too enticing. Over the months they had worked out their timing so their orgasms would be synchronous. Actually, they worked it out so that Billy would reach his dry orgasm first. As the first overpowering impulses throbbed through his irritated little cocklet, his breath shuddered and he emitted a whimper of ultimate delight and pain. The next impulse made a circuit through his spinal column to his pelvis muscles and initiated an uncontrollable convulsion that he could not avoid and which he could only lay there and enjoy. As his hips jerked violently with his dry orgasm, it caused him to bounce up and down on Bobby's irritated knob as if riding a bucking horse. His hot, moist asshole convulsively rising and then falling on Bobby's cock and at the same time rapidly contracting and dilating, combined with the knowledge the eight-year-old was climaxing, triggered Bobby's orgasm. He grasped the thrashing boy's hips tightly with his huge hands and groaned with his own ecstasy as his hot cum began to rise up his shaft. As Billy raised his ass in his orgasmic cycle Bobby drove forward and at the same time the first shot of his hot, slimy cum spurted out of the burning opening of his cock. With the sudden infusion of his man juice up his love canal, Billy inhaled sharply and froze in ecstasy, allowing Bobby to continue with the uncontrollable gyration of hips. The large, sweating trucker withdrew and sank his spurting bone with short, rapid thrusts as his juice shot out of him with a violence his hand could never duplicate. The bedroom was filled with the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the two lovers, the man and the boy, and the air, already heavy with the scent of sexual lust, became saturated with the aroma of fresh sperm. Billy squeezed his thighs about the big trucker's waist with all the strength the eight-year-old could muster, and Bobby squeezed the hot, panting boy's shoulders tightly with his beefy hands. Their lips met for a long, lingering kiss, a kiss of sexual relief and of passionate love. Their lips parted only so they could inhale and they quickly met again, the hot thick lips of the man sucking on the luscious, soft lips of the boy which sucked back with equal eagerness. They remained united below, Bobby's slowly softening cock seeped in his own cum and clamped in place by Billy's constricted anus as the two lovers kissed and enjoyed the blissful release of tension that follows a climax. Finally Bobby withdrew and rolled over on his back, and Billy immediately cuddled up to the warm, soft body of his lover. Bobby put his right arm about the boy and drew him close to his body and the boy lay his head on his furry chest. The sensation of the small, tousle-haired head resting on his chest never ceased to create a glow of peace and contentment and Bobby closed his eyes and offered up a prayer of thanks for being alive and for being who he was. Sometimes they would lay like that for five minutes and then the eight-year-old would be up and off on something new, never seeming to be out of energy. Other times they would lay like that for an hour, each lost in his own thoughts. On this particular afternoon, it was the former. Spotting the travel brochures and pamphlets on the night table, Billy reached over for them. Propping the pillows against the headboard, Bobby sat up and Billy snuggled up against him, using his huge, soft body for a pillow. Billy began to leaf through the pamphlets and brochures as Bobby put his arm about him and inhaled deeply, delighting in the softness and aroma of the youngster. "This holiday is going to be so cool," said Billy as he looked up from the map of Idaho. "Yes, it is," replied Bobby, still lost in his thoughts about how lucky he was to have found the boy. "I wonder if Korby has grown as much as Billy Bob." "I wonder." "I can't wait to see Kevin and Kyle again. So much has happened!" A lot had happened since they had left the nineteen-year-old Kyle and his seven-year-old boy wife last August. Bobby thought back over the past ten months. Upon returning home from their holiday, he and Billy had spent as much time as they could together with Billy Bob. With summer drawing to a close, Bobby's extended long-distance hauls were increasing and soon Billy would be returning to school, which meant the opportunities for the three of them to be together as a family would be becoming much less. They had gone out for a Sunday picnic the first weekend back, just a bit more than a week after Billy Bob's first birthday. They had taken turns pushing him on the swing, something the baby seemed to never tire of, and then they had sat on the grass and rolled a large beach ball to each other. Eventually they had spread out the picnic blanket and had begun to empty the picnic basket. Billy Bob was standing between them with one little hand reaching up to hold onto his big daddy and one little hand on the shoulder of his little daddy as he watched, everything being new and fascinating to the little boy. Spotting the beach ball three feet in front of him, he suddenly let go and headed for the ball, taking a dozen wobbly steps and tottering forward and backward with each one until he collapsed on top of his goal. Billy and Bobby glanced at each other and broke into wide grins, feeling prouder of their little boy than of anything they had ever achieved themselves. Bobby was flushed with joy, and he was so happy they had been together to witness their baby's first steps. He had never realized it but there were so many firsts in raising a baby. The first time he could roll over by himself, the first time he could stand up, his first tooth, his first words. He'd had no idea there were so many little things a little baby had to accomplish, and at such odds for one so small and fragile. Nor did he realize the amount of joy it brought a parent to see his youngster grow and take each of those little steps. Of course not everything about raising a baby was all fun and wonderful. Since Billy usually was not around at night, there were the bottle feedings every three hours, and then every five, and eventually six. With proper timing, he finally managed to feed Billy Bob the latest possible hour and sleep most of the night before getting up and giving him his morning bottle. Unfortunately he had no sooner reached that stage in his feeding than Billy Bob had his first tooth. Now having your first tooth is exciting, but it's also frightening and painful for a baby. How do you explain to a six-month-old baby why his gums are aching with such pain? For Billy Bob even giving him baby Aspirin and putting Tempra drops on his gums did not help. They say the more difficult it is to get your teeth the longer you are going to have them, and in Billy Bob's case, evidently he was planning on never having false teeth. With the occurrence of teeth also came the weaning off of breast milk and the introduction of solid food. Billy Bob did not take that well either, and nor did Billy. The eight-year-old enjoyed the bonding between him and his baby boy during those nursings, besides the physical pleasure of having the little baby sucking out his milk. He often said he imagined squirting out his milk must be a lot like how Bobby felt squirting out his cum, and Bobby himself had to admit that he enjoyed the rare treats when Billy Bob was done and he could sample a few mouthfuls of his boy-wife's sweet tit-milk. Sucking it out of his little, erect nipples was certainly a turnon, and not that unlike sucking a young cum-squirting cock. Considering the taste of that sweet nectar and the taste and smell of the jars of mashed baby food, both parents could also see why Billy Bob objected to the change. Like all parents, they soon discovered what brands their baby liked over others, and which foods were preferred and which were a lost cause. They also learned little tricks like mixing a favourite like apple sauce with the nutritional but disliked mixed garden vegetable in the right proportions to disguise the one that otherwise would be spit out as fast as it was shovelled in. Just the idea of the two together in the same spoonful made Billy wince each time he stuck the spoon in Billy Bob's mouth, but it worked. Billy had also discovered a little trick that likely few if any other parents would know. It was just a month after Billy's eighth birthday and two months after Billy Bob's first. It was a Friday and Billy had the day off from school because of some teacher's meeting or something. Of course Bobby's wife was at work so they took advantage of her absence. They had made love the moment Bobby had picked him up and brought him to his home and then they had snuggled together in the bed and talked. A bit later Billy Bob had woken from his nap and as Billy went to heat up his baby food, Bobby went to the bathroom. When he went into the kitchen after taking his leak, he was shocked at what he saw. Billy was standing on the top step of the highchair and Billy Bob was leaning forward, his mouth fastened to his younger father's little pricklet. "Billy! What are you doing?" "Feeding Billy Bob his lunch," Billy said with a grin, twisting his head around but being careful not to disturb Billy Bob who was eagerly and noisily sucking and lapping at his penis. "You can't do that!" "But he likes it," Billy argued, definite in his conviction but hesitant to argue with Bobby. "But, wh-, h-," Bobby stuttered, not sure how to express his concern without alarming the boy who clearly did not see the implications and ramifications of what he was doing. "It was an accident." "What do you mean?" "Well, I was feeding Billy Bob, and he kept spitting it back out like he always does, and then he hit the spoon and it went flying, but this time instead of landing on the floor, it landed in my lap. Well, you are always telling him baby food costs money and not to waste it, and so I was going to just scrape it up with the spoon and give it to him. Like, it was just on my pickle so it wasn't dirty or nothing like it was on the floor. But then I figured why bother with the spoon? So I stood up like this and as soon as he saw my pickle he put it in his mouth. I think maybe he thinks my pickle is like my nipple." Bobby stared in disbelief at his fourteen-month-old son sucking happily on his eight-yearold boy-wife's little cock. "Sides, I thought it would be okay on account of I'm feeding him mashed up peas," Billy said as he withdrew his little pricklet. Billy stared at it. It was sucked clean. He looked up at Billy, not understanding the meaning of his comment. "You know," Billy said with a devilish grin, "peas, from my pee-er." "Billy, you didn't . . . !" "Yuck, of course not," the boy said, wrinkling up his nose. "I just let him eat the food that had fallen on my pickle." "Pickle," said Billy Bob, reaching out for his little father's pricklet and grasping it in his little stubby fingers. That had been Billy Bob's first word back when he was seven months old, which was not a surprise considering how often that object was mentioned in his presence. His second word was dada, which delighted both fathers. "See, he wants more," said Billy as he drew back out of Billy Bob's reach. He took a spoonful of the green mush and plopped it on his little penis. "More pickle," said Billy Bob eagerly. Billy giggled as he turned, and before Bobby could react Billy Bob had leaned forward and the boy's little food-spattered pickle disappeared in the baby's mouth once again. When he withdrew it a few minutes later, it was no longer spattered, and it was no longer so little. By the time he had finished feeding his little baby, his little pricklet was stiff and sticking up in the air. So was Bobby's big prick, something he could not hide considering he had not bothered to put anything on. Neither of them bothered dressing when they could be naked together, partly because it saved time, and mostly because they enjoyed being naked together. Bobby glanced at his little baby, and at his little boy-wife. He had to admit that the sight of the little baby boy sucking and slurping on Billy's little cock had been highly erotic. That was also evident by the large droplet of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his hard, throbbing cock. "Now, for your reward for eating up all your din-din, a special desert," Billy said, lifting up the baby and turning around. Bobby was expecting Billy to give him the baby to hold while he went and got the apple sauce. Instead Billy crouched down and holding Billy Bob in his lap, leaned the baby forward. Although it was much larger and darker in colour, Billy Bob evidently recognized the throbbing object before him, or maybe it was just the typical reaction of all babies to put whatever new faces them in their mouth. Anyway, before Bobby could object, Billy Bob's little lips fastened to the tip of his cock and he felt the baby suck. Billy had often commented on the strength of the little baby's lungs and how firm his lips were, and Bobby knew that personally from Billy Bob sucking on his finger when he'd rubbed his aching gums with Tempra, but that did not prepare him for the sensation of having his little baby boy suck on his cock. Of course the fourteen-month-old baby could not take his entire fat knob in his mouth and could only suck on maybe the first quarter inch, but even so, the strength of his little lips was amazing. Despite himself, Bobby felt another large dollop of his pre-cum ooze out of his cock. The idea of his little baby boy sucking him and drinking his pre-cum besides, and the look of joy and even hint of pride on Billy's face as he watched his baby boy sucking on his lover's big cock resulted in a third dollop of pre-cum quickly following the second. Bobby backed away before the inevitable happened and a thin thread of clear pre-cum stretched between his cock and Billy Bob's lips, finally breaking and dangling from Bobby's now twitching bone. Billy Bob's tongue darted out and he licked his little rosy lips as Billy bent forward. Catching the end of the pendant of cum on his tongue, he followed it up to the source. The boy's hot, moist tongue licking the tip of his glans resulted in Bobby producing still another thick drop of the clear nectar. Billy flicked it off with the tip of his tongue, and pausing for a moment with his tongue out and the clear droplet of pre-cum beading the tip, he smiled up at Bobby and then over at Billy Bob before closing his mouth and swallowing. "Tastes yum-yum, doesn't it," he said, grinning at his little boy. "More," said Billy Bob. "More pre-cum?" Billy asked. "More ee-um," Billy Bob said eagerly. Holding the boy up, Billy giggled as his baby quickly fastened his lips to Bobby's hot cock again. "He sure likes to suck cock," he said with a wide, toothy smile like only an eight-year-old could smile. Bobby did not know what to do. That this was a major turn on there was no denying. That getting sucked by a fourteen-month-old baby would be erotic was, however, also a major shock. Bobby struggled with his preconceived beliefs and mores while the hot moist mouth noisily slurping on his cockhead fought for equal consideration. Right or wrong? Stop or continue? At the same time as he struggled with the answers to those questions, he struggled with how he could resolve this, the arguments being the same for all three problems. If he withdrew his cock, he was telling Billy that what they were doing was wrong. Certainly most adults would say a fourteen-month-old baby sucking his father's prick was more than wrong. Surely they would claim it was immoral and filthy. Although he'd never read anything anywhere about such a thing, surely it was also illegal. So, that he should end this immediately was his first impulse. Another side of him argued against that impulse. What he and Billy Bob were doing together felt good, exceptionally good. Certainly there was nothing physically harmful about what they were doing. Nor could it be denied that Billy Bob was enjoying it physically, the baby having no knowledge about morals or laws to interfere with his enjoyment. As for himself, having the silky smooth but vicelike grip of a baby's lips tugging on his cockhead was more than just enjoyable, it was physically stimulating beyond imagination. Billy Bob's hot little breath blowing against the top of his glans as his lips eagerly sucked on the spongy cockhead in the hopes for more of that strange nectar soon produced the desired result, and Bobby groaned as he felt more of his pre-cum ooze out of his cock. Should he put a stop to this, or allow it to continue? The last thing he wanted to do was to encourage Billy to do things that were illegal or sinful. On the other hand, he did not want Billy to think that sex was something that was disgusting and to be kept hidden. Nor did he did want to burden Billy with the same guilt and inhibitions that he was burdened with. This was not that unlike the sex between himself and the eight-year-old. Certainly that was not immoral and filthy in his mind. Their relationship was one of love and tenderness, one of mutually enjoying the bodily pleasures that nature and the good Lord had provided them. Was that not the same between himself and Billy Bob? So why not let him suck on his pickle? Why came to mind that moment. The novelty, the excitement, and the pure eroticism of the incident all assaulted his mind at once. The mental and physical stimulation of having the hot, moist mouth of his infant son eagerly sucking on his cockhead combined with an explosive result. His balls suddenly tightened and even though he'd cum less than an hour earlier up Billy's ass, he felt his cum rising up his cock again. It was so instantaneous there was nothing Bobby could do to prevent it. All he could do was gasp as the first shot of his thick, gluey load spurted into Billy Bob's hot, moist mouth. It was quickly followed by a second shot and the two together filled the little baby's mouth. Bobby quickly drew back before his baby boy choked on his very first blow job. At the same time Billy Bob released his lips in response to receiving not just a droplet of sweet man nectar but a mouthful of mysterious, new food. As the thick, creamy white man juice assaulted Billy Bob's taste buds and flowed out of the corners of his mouth and around his chin to hang in a thick pendent, Billy quickly lowered his head. His mouth enveloped Bobby's fountaining cockhead, catching his third and fourth loads of cum which, being his second ejaculate in an hour, oozed rather than shot out of his hot, aching cock. The big, hefty trucker's legs felt weak as he sighed with the pleasure of orgasm. The pleasure was unique, and he savoured every second of it. A strange feeling passed over him when Billy finally withdrew his lips and looked over at Billy Bob, and then the two boys, their lips glistening with a fine film of cum, his cum, swallowed his unique offering. "Mmm-mm," said Billy as he licked his lips, his red tongue streaked with spittle and a smear of cum. "Mmm-mm," mimicked Billy Bob, his little tongue darting out and similarly streaked. Bobby reached out and flipping up the pendent of cum still hanging from Billy Bob's chin, he slipped the tip of his finger in his mouth and sucked it off. "Mmm-mm," he agreed as he wrapped his beefy arms about his two boys and drew their naked bodies close to his. "Why are you smiling?" asked Billy. "Mmm?" asked Bobby, still lost in his thoughts. "I asked why you were smiling." "Oh, I was just thinking about you and Billy Bob and how wonderful it is to have you both," he replied, returning to the present. "Yeah," agreed Billy as he snuggled closer. "Bet Kevin and Kyle and Korby feel the same way." "I imagine they do," Bobby agreed. Considering that Kyle had impregnated Kevin, he imagined the youth did love his boy-wife just as much as he loved Billy. In light of their common bond, that of being boylovers, he was looking forward to visiting with Kyle again. It was one thing to email each other and to share parenting tips and significant events in their baby's lives over the computer, but it would be so much more personal to share it over a campfire, or snuggled in bed together with their boy-wives like their last night together last summer. Kyle was the only other boylover that he knew. There was, unfortunately, one problem with them meeting, and that was the event he'd just been thinking about. If it had only happened that once he would have brushed it off as being an impulsive, onetime incident. However, it was not a one-time occurrence. That afternoon feeding was the beginning of what had now become a regular part of their lives. Billy had continued to feed Billy Bob by dabbing his food on his pickle, not just because he readily ate anything that way, but because the two enjoyed it. Besides that, at least once or twice a month ever since then Bobby had given into temptation and had provided the "desert" for the two boys. That was not impulsive. He actually looked forward to those sessions, having consciously decided that there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. Now, knowing that in six weeks they would be meeting up with Kevin and Kyle, he had a problem with that decision. If he told Billy not to mention this little act of family togetherness, he knew the boy would obey, but in doing so, he was telling Billy exactly what he did not want Billy to think, that what they were doing was wrong and to be kept a secret. Of course he could explain that not everyone felt about sex as they did, and Billy would understand that because he had learned that about their own relationship. However, the boy was only eight. It would be so easy for him to innocently blurt out their little secret some evening while the six of them were having a late night snack, or while the husbands were pleasuring their boy-wives together while their babies slept, which he was sure would happen. Besides, Billy was so looking forward to meeting with Kevin and sharing the events of their lives. Boys that age loved to share secrets, and considering that this was something Billy could not share with anyone else, it was hard to believe that he would not want to tell what he, Bobby and Billy Bob did together over a simple supper of vegetable stew. Bobby knew little boys, and Billy in particular, very well. He was right. At that very moment, Billy was thinking of all the things he wanted to tell Kevin. He was so excited he squirmed on the bed, his entire body tense and his mind racing. There was Billy Bob's first word of course, and that now at twenty-two months he was eating scrambled eggs and bananas and vegetable stew and the soft centres of bread and would probably not be on baby food after this holiday. Besides stuff about Billy Bob, there was the spelling bee prize he'd won in the contest between his school and the grade three's in Crestwood Elementary which he was very proud of and which Bobby had made such a fuss about, the first place he'd gotten in the school's broad jump just last week, the surprise birthday party he'd planned for Bobby's forty-second birthday way back last November he especially had to tell Kevin about that. As it turned out, Bobby's birthday was on a Saturday, and he and his wife had celebrated it the day before because his wife had to go away the next day. That was just perfect as far as Billy was concerned, and he'd talked to his parents about having a surprise party for Bobby as soon as he found out. They had gotten to know him quite well since whenever they wanted to have a break, Bobby babysat him and his baby sister and he didn't charge. Bobby had told Billy's parents it was part of his belief in doing a good deed for others, and since it took the two of them working to make ends meet, they were more than willing to let him. Of course that was great. For one reason, he often brought Billy Bob with him and they could have some time together. For another, as soon as they had the two babies asleep, he and Bobby were able to be together. Sometimes they just played Nintendo or watched television or worked on a project for school. They didn't always do sex stuff, though Billy was delighted when they did. He loved the way it made him feel, and he knew it made Bobby feel good too, which made him want to do it even more. One of the hardest things was not telling all his friends how great it was so they could do it too, but Bobby had been very insistent on that, and he knew how dumb most adults were about it and the likely consequences if they found out. Anyway, his mom and dad had agreed to the surprise birthday party, and had called Bobby and asked if he'd come over to babysit. Of course he said he would, figuring what luck that they would be going out on the day of his birthday. Billy grinned as he remembered opening the door and letting Bobby in, and the look on his face when he saw the streamers and the balloons and the big banner he'd made on the computer saying "Happy Birthday Bobby". What was even better was how happy Bobby was when they brought out the cake they had made specially for him. It was in the shape of an eighteen wheeler and Billy even had the baker write the name of Bobby's truck, "Blueboy" on it. Of course they sang happy birthday and he blew out the candles. Then they played "Careers" which was a really fun game. Billy sat between his dad and Bobby, the two most favourite men in his life. Then at eight o'clock his dad turned on the television to watch hockey like he did every Saturday, and his mom took Billy Bob and his sister to give them baths. When he suggested Bobby come to his room to play Nintendo neither of his parents thought that was strange. His bedroom was his own private place, the one part of the house that really belonged to him, and he loved having his friends there. It was still painted black and he was still interested in space. Now there were a lot more models of spaceships, and many of them were gifts from Bobby. Bobby had even taken him to see the latest Star Wars movie and had boughten him a large poster of "The Phantom Menace" which he'd hung above his desk. "So, were you surprised?" Billy asked as they sat on his bed. "You bet I was! Was this really your idea like your dad said?" "Yep," Billy said with a wide grin. Bobby drew him close and gave him a hug. Wrapping his arms about Bobby's neck, Billy scrambled into his lap and gave him a big kiss. That was quickly followed by a second and a third. He could feel the truck driver beginning to swell and he wiggled his bum teasingly which made the big trucker stiffen even faster. "Did you make a wish when you blew out your candles?" "Sure did." "What was it?" "Now, you know I can't tell you. If you tell, it won't come true." "Well I made a wish too." "Really?" Bobby said with a smile. "Since it's not my birthday, it'd be okay if I told what it was, no?" "Oh, I think so." "I wished before you left tonight we'd come to my bedroom and you'd fuck me." Although Bobby normally loved it when Billy used that word, this night he glanced at the door of his bedroom nervously. Bobby was pleased with the revelation, but also concerned about the boy's brashness. He could hear the water running in the bathroom next door and he wondered just how thick the walls were. "Well, I guess maybe I was wrong," he said. "About what?" "About being able to tell me." "What do you mean?" "Well, I'm sorry Billy, but that is not going to be possible." "Why?" "Well, your parents aren't really planning on going out tonight are they?" "No. But that don't matter." "Billy, it's too risky." "No, really. Once hockey starts Dad's not going to move. Mom says the house would burn down and he wouldn't notice. And Mom will be busy for a while giving the babies a bath. She can't leave them by themselves in the tub." "Still, we can't take the chance," persisted Bobby, hating to disappoint the boy. "But," Billy began, his voice beginning to waver and his eyes starting to moisten. "I wanted that to be my extra special birthday present." "You already gave me many presents: the party, the cake, the belt buckle." "B-b-but," he began, biting his lip as he tried his best not to cry. He was almost nine. You didn't cry when you were almost nine. Still, they did sex far more often outdoors or at Bobby's home than at his house. Doing it there, in his bedroom, in his bed, and especially on this day, was going to be extra special. A tear overflowed his lower eyelid and ran down his right cheek. Bobby drew him close and kissed his forehead, and then his cheek. It was salty from his tear trail. They kissed on the lips, softly, and then more forcefully. Bobby felt his penis resume swelling. The boy's kisses were so damn tender, and his breath so damn sweet. He felt the boy's hot little hand in his lap. "Your pickle wants us to do it," he said as he looked up pleadingly. Bobby could never resist those big, turquoise eyes and fluttering long, blond eyelashes. His pickle grew larger, and he knew the boy could tell. He could hear the bathwater splashing in the tub in the bathroom beside Billy's bedroom and the giggling of the two babies. Billy's mother would be busy for a long time. Like all mothers, she would find the joy of bath time difficult to bring to an end. He could hear the television above the noise of the bath. Someone scored. He was about to also. "Well, I did think we were going to be alone, and did bring the tube of KY," he said with a slight smile. "Way cool," beamed Billy. "I love you!" His hands could not touch behind the back of the burly truck driver, but the bear hug he gave the forty-two-year-old was tighter than many men could give. He eased Bobby onto his back. At six-foot four and two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, his legs extended a foot-and-a-half beyond the foot of the bed and his frame pretty much took up the width. Billy gleefully straddled him, all fifty-nine pounds sitting on his stomach, and he excitedly unbuttoned the man's shirt. He massaged the broad chest and then twirled the thick hair on his chest with one hand while he rubbed the man's teats with the fingertips of his other hand. Bobby's nipples were almost instantly erect. His cock had been that way now for a while. Billy inched his way down Bobby's body until he was sitting on his thighs, and then the boy deftly with many months of practice undid his belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Bobby quivered with anticipation as he watched the eight-year-old pull down his fly, and he inhaled sharply as he felt the boy's small, hot hand cup his erection and his balls outside his boxers. Billy's one hand was too small to hold Bobby's privates and it felt so great having the boy hold them. As Billy reached up to draw down Bobby's pants, the huge man arched his body, easily raising the boy up at the same time. Drawing down the man's jeans, Billy reached back up and slipped his fingers under the elastic band of Bobby's boxers and began to pull them down next. Feeling the boy's small, hot fingers against his naked skin made Bobby's heart pound with desire, and the sight of the boy's bright turquoise eyes sparkling with excitement, and his tongue peaking out from his lips which were pressed tightly with concentration, caused the first drop of pre-cum to ooze out of his swollen cock just as Billy drew his boxers down off his hips. Billy's head immediately swooped down and his tiny, pink tongue darted out and flipped the clear droplet into his mouth like a frog picking off a fly. Bobby thought of the gargoyle of male fecundity and thanked the gargoyle and mysterious oriental for granting him his dearest wish. As the tousle-headed blond angel drew his boxers down to mid-thigh to join his jeans, Bobby's cock oozed out another droplet of pre-cum. Again Billy's tongue darted out, and again the eight-year-old flipped the droplet of nectar into his mouth. As he savoured it, he unsnapped the clasp on his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Pushing his jeans and his jockey briefs down together, he quickly found the tube of KY in Bobby's trousers and opened it. The young boy's breath shuddered with excitement as he applied a generous glob of gel to the knob of Bobby's fat, erect cock and then smeared it over the engorged glans. He slipped his sticky index finger up his eager rectum, and then constricting his anus to clean off the grease, he eased it back out. He then inserted his middle finger and did the same thing, and then his third finger. He then once again straddled Bobby's stomach, and while he raised himself and shuffled backwards, Bobby held his cock upright and aimed it at the boy's little butt. Once he felt it against his ass crack, Billy positioned himself so the tip was pressed against his anus and then the eight-year-old slowly began to lower his body, impaling himself on the trucker's stiff cock. Ever so slowly he continued to sit, and ever so slowly the greased knob disappeared into his body until the glans was engulfed by his hot, moist boyhole. Billy paused like that, with Bobby's knob wedged up his rectum, and relished the sensation while he caught his breath. 'Fucking is hard work,' the boy thought with a smile. He did not wait long. He was too eager to start the fucking part and he soon continued to slowly push his butt down, easing it slowly down on Bobby's stiff cock. Knowing how far he could go from experience, he finally paused, and shuffling to provide himself the support he needed, he slowly began to raise his body. It felt so fucking good to have the stiff, hot cock easing out of his body, like he was taking a huge poop. Once he figured Bobby's cock was close to coming out, he paused and began to lower his body again. It felt even fucking better to have it easing up his rectum again. So Billy began to ride the forty-two-year-old trucker's shaft of meat, his wish come true. His rectum easing up and down the thick, hot dick felt so good. He liked getting fucked no matter what the position, but this was one of his favourites. It was cool being the one doing the fucking, and it was even cooler that Bobby would let him. It was also so neat that they were doing it there in his room, in his bed, especially this night. He could hear his mom in the bathroom next door with his sister and his baby. If she only knew that Billy Bob was his very own, and that he loved his baby boy as much as she loved him. Actually, having his own baby made him realize more what it was like to be a parent. It also made him realize what it was like to have a lover. If she and Dad only knew that at that moment he and his lover were fucking, and how much he enjoyed getting fucked. It was the greatest feeling in the world. Bobby felt it was the greatest feeling in the world too. Laying there on the boy's small bed, staring up at the space models hanging from his ceiling and knowing his parents were only minutes away was so erotic. Their little boy was riding his cock for all he was worth and enjoying every second of it. Bobby reached around and took the boy's little penis between his thumb and forefinger again. It was stiff, proof positive of Billy's enjoyment. Bobby held his hand still and as the boy worked his body up and down his shaft, he drove his little dick in and out of Bobby's fingers. Billy giggled and squirmed as ripples of stimulation pulsated through his little stiffie. There were so many wonderful pleasures to experience when you knew a boylover. His breathing became dangerously loud as he closed his eyes and relished the sensations passing through his little boy cock and up his tight love canal. Bobby's breathing was quickening also. Feeling the boy's little hot stiffie throbbing between his finger and thumb, and feeling his hot, moist hole pulsating around his cock, he could only enjoy the pleasures for so long before nature took its course. Unable to hold back, Bobby grunted and thrust with his orgasm, raising the boy in the air. Squirt after squirt erupted from his cock and shot into the dark depths of the boy's rectum. As he violently filled the boy's tight bottom with his cream, the boy's little cock jerked and throbbed in his fingers as it tried to spurt out the boy's cream too. The boy's dry orgasm following on top of his was delightful beyond words as the two lovers gasped and exhaled in exhaustion and sexual ecstasy. Later that night after Bobby had returned home, Billy lay there under the blankets and inhaled deeply. His sheets smelled of Bobby, and the air was still scented with that unique aroma of fresh cum. Billy reached down and squeezed his now limp, inch-long pickle as he marvelled at how it could change and how it could have such powerful feelings as to make his body jerk uncontrollably. He smiled with the knowledge that deep up his bum was Bobby's seed. Life was great. As he drifted off to sleep, he wished that life would never change. Billy Bob's crying woke him up, but that was impossible. Bobby had taken the baby home with him. It took Billy a moment to realize that he was not laying in his bed, and that this was not November. It was May, and he was in Bobby's home laying on his bed. He had drifted off to sleep. Billy and Bobby got up and went to Billy Bob's bedroom before he got impatient and tried to climb out of the crib himself. He had done just that recently, and fortunately at twenty-two months he was rubbery and limp enough that he had not hurt himself when he'd fallen out of his bed. It was evident why he was crying from the smell the moment they entered the room. That was another one of the unpleasant things about raising a baby. They had only this month begun trying to toilet train Billy Bob, and it looked like it was going to be a long process. Of course, considering the attention Billy Bob got when he had his diaper changed, it should be no surprise he was in no hurry to be toilet trained. After wiping off his bottom and washing it thoroughly with a warm cloth, his two dads could not resist running their fingers along the little boy's velvety ass crack, and when Billy Bob squirmed and giggled, they could not resist pausing to finger his cute little bumhole until their baby was giggling and tossing ecstatically. After rubbing him down with baby oil and powdering him they could not resist giving his little pee-er a couple tugs either. To be truthful, the two of them enjoyed playing with the little boy's penis as much as they enjoyed playing with their own or with each other's. Their play usually continued until little Billy Bob had an erection, an experience that never ceased to thrill all three of them. That was clearly evident as by the time the little baby boy penis was erect, so were the cocks of his two fathers. Just touching Billy Bob's stiff little nubbin caused the little boy to squirm and emit peals of laughter. His little dad's nubbin jerked excitedly in the air all on its own at the sight and sound, and his big dad's oozed out the delicious clear nectar that he'd come to enjoy so much. Having changed Billy Bob, his two parents decided to go into the living room and play with their baby boy in a more conventional way for a while. They began with building blocks, showing Billy Bob how to pile them one on top of the other. At his age he was able to master one on top of the first, but rarely could he manage to have three blocks piled up in a row. After a while Billy Bob became bored and the three of them rolled his large plastic ball with the bells inside to each other, and then amused him with several of his windup toys. A bit later Billy Bob discovered his toes and amused himself with them, much to the delight of his fathers. That was followed by a healthy, boisterous round of tickling each other until the three naked bodies were flushed with excitement. Finally around six, Bobby asked his boys if they were feeling hungry. "Billy Bob hungry," the baby replied with a grin. "What would you like to eat?" asked Bobby. "Pickle," Billy Bob replied honestly, and his two fathers laughed and hugged him. When he had first asked for pickle while Bobby was feeding him one evening while his wife was home, Bobby had been at a loss for words. His wife observed that he must have heard the word on television, and she commented on how it was a good example of the adverse effect television had on children. It was a plausible explanation, and Bobby readily agreed. While Billy made Bobby and himself macaroni and cheese, his favourite meal, Bobby cooked Billy Bob an egg and rice cereal with banana. When he began to fuss toward the end of his meal, Billy dabbed the last bit of cereal on his limp penis and Bobby held Billy Bob in front of him. Of course the baby immediately slipped his mouth over his little dad's pickle and began to suck it clean. Billy reached around and began to rub Billy Bob's little bumhole at the same time. Spitting on the tip of his finger, he slowly and carefully inserted it into his baby boy's bottom up to his first knuckle. It was difficult to tell who enjoyed that more, the squirming baby, the grinning father getting sucked, or the rapidly swelling father watching the first two. The two fathers knew that they were spoiling the boy, and that the only reason he fussed toward the end of his meal was for this treat, but they still did it. Of course it did not take long for Bobby to become erect, and both Billy Bob and Billy ended the meal with their usual desert of fresh pre-cum and the two boys having their assholes finger-pleasured while they sucked on big daddy's cock. After doing the dishes, the family went to the park to play on the swings for a while, and then returned home. Billy Bob was tired, but he loved being with his dads and fought being put to bed until they agreed to move his crib into the bedroom. Even though he was only twenty-two months old, he knew that when his two dads were spending the night he could get away with that. While he lay there giggling and jabbering to himself, content to just be in the same room as his two dads, Bobby and Billy lay on the bed and talked about the upcoming vacation. "I can't wait until Kevin and Kyle see how Billy Bob has grown," remarked Billy as he glanced over at his infant son proudly. "Me too," agreed Bobby as he also looked over at their son. Once again the problem that had been plaguing him ever since the topic of joining Kevin and Kyle that summer came to his mind. Why did life have to be so complicated? He glanced over at Billy Bob again. The boy's eyes were closed already. He had his younger father's fine blond hair and sparkling turquoise eyes, and his younger father's smile that melted your heart and made you agree to do anything he wanted. Of course he was not placing the blame on a little twenty-two-month-old baby. Having sex with him was just something that had happened, and as far as he was concerned, it was something that was natural. It brought pleasure to all three of them, and it hurt no one. There was no reason why a boy should not begin to experience the fun his cock can bring him, and the fun of playing with other cocks, the moment he was born. Bobby smiled. Billy had said that their baby had inherited his big father's cock. He had a feeling the boy was going to grow up with his beliefs and values also. He believed in what they were doing, and he was not going to let anyone stop him. He would just have to caution Billy about what he could and could not tell Kevin when they met. It was probably a good time to remind him to be cautious about telling anyone about their secret life, not just what they did with Billy Bob, but also what they did with each other. The boy knew there were many who did not share their beliefs, but it would not hurt to remind him. He was only eight. Besides, he'd been chumming around quite a bit this year with one boy in particular, a cute looking boy by the name of Mark with brown hair and a cute looking butt. Bobby knew how easy it was for things to slip out between good buddies. On the other hand, it was a real shame for a boy like Mark to never know the joys of having a boylover. It would also be a shame for Billy to not be able to tell Kevin about the special bond he had formed with his baby. Who knows what might happen if Billy did tell others. It was a new world where boys could be wives and boys and boylovers could have babies. Kyle had said there would be others like themselves at the campground this summer. Bobby wrapped his arm around Billy and drew him close. Billy reached down and began to fondle his adult lover's limp cock and to his unceasing fascination and joy it quickly began to respond. Kissing Billy on the forehead, Bobby lifted the boy up, cradling him in his arm as the boy played with his cock so he could fiddle with his butthole. They would talk, later. First, they would enjoy each other's company and that special expression of their love that for them was so wonderful. Much later as the burly trucker mounted his young boy-wife, both were too entranced by that pleasure to notice Billy Bob pulling himself up. 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