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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.
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.
Standing there in the crib and watching his two dads, he pushed down his
poorly fastened diaper and began to fiddle with his little pricklet as his
mind took in this new way to have fun with one's pickle.
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