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Subject: Living the Life Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven By Nick W. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: ail If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. They provide a valuable service and work very hard to keep this place running. Your donations will really help. Thank you. The Cadillac SUV picked us up at five in the morning the day after Christmas. The university must have really wanted Andy to join their team because they put the three of us in first class. If he weren’t so tired, Kevin would have been jazzed by all the cool features afforded passengers in the luxury section. “This is sick,” Andy gushed seeing the plush leather seats. “We went business class to Europe, but this is way better.” Little Kev was soon asleep in the window seat. Andy and I chatted in hushed tones before we caught a few winks ourselves. “Dude, I had the most fucked up horny dream last night. I dreamed that Chase was fucking Timmy. Not just fucking, but totally pounding him as hard as he could. I was amazed someone could pound that hard. Then I woke up, and my dick was like rock hard and oozing precum. I was so crazy horny that I wandered into Kev’s room. He was sleeping on the covers wearing his little Spidey underwear. I stood over him jerking off. Fuck, Chuck, I spermed all over that underwear as I whispered into his ear, `Soon little dude.’ I can’t tell you how horny I am for my little bro,” the handsome jock confessed to me. “That is pretty fucked up,” I said with a smile. “I would say day after tomorrow will be the perfect time to do Kevin. Today will be filled, and tonight we’ll have to get to bed early to fly out to Key West in the morning. Tomorrow we will be at Papa Dan’s house for a night. While you could dick Kevin then, I am sure there will be other fucks there that you might want to pursue,” I said. “Who is this Papa Dan?” Andy asked squeezing his big tool in his pants. “Papa Dan is a Key West legend. He’s sixty years old and has this great big white beard. He’s a very famous tattoo artist. Lots of movie and rock stars use him. You have to make an appointment a year in advance and pay top dollar for his work. He’s also the most committed pedophile I have ever met. When he was twenty five, he paid this poor Creole woman to carry his baby. He fucked her and got her pregnant and watched over her for nine months. When a boy was born, he gave her a bonus. “That boy is my good buddy Chad, and he’s going to be the captain of our houseboat. Anyway, Papa Dan used the Creole woman again, but this time she gave birth to a girl. He gave it to an orphanage with a donation. The third time she delivered his second son, Chad’s little brother. Now this pedo started educating his boys on sex right away. They grew up in an all-male, pedo-friendly environment. “Chad is my age, and he is one sexy motherfucker. I met him in the college gym where he was lifting weights. We smoked some dope and discovered that each of us had been started by pedos: Me at ten and him at birth. Man, he is one dark and twisted dude — sexually I mean. We got into so much mischief living in New York City. Chad always knew about the latest freaky bar or sleazy sex club. He was a great buddy to hang around and hunt boy ass with. Over the years we have done some dark and nasty perving with each other.” “Sometimes I think I am nothing but dark and nasty,” Andy said looking down. “You are innocence itself compared to this family. Wait until you meet Papa Dan. He likes to have dogs fuck little boys, and I am sure Chad would happily participate.” “Wow,” Andy said. “Papa Dan has been fucking his own boys all their lives?” I noticed he was boning again in his pants. “Yeah. Now Chad repeated what his dad did with another Creole woman, and he presented his Papa with a grandson. I say presented because even though Chad is the biological father, Papa is the boy’s papa. He’s nine now,” I said. “He reminds me of that daughter fucker dude on Game of Thrones. You know the one who gives his boys to the White Walkers and keeps his daughters as dick ditches. The idea of that perv dicking and breeding his own daughters always turned me the fuck on,” Andy admitted. “Well, Papa Dan gave us the half rate on the houseboats because I promised him Kevin tomorrow night. No worries, though, because I know Kev will totally enjoy it. All the boys love him. When Chad took me home to meet his family, after our sophomore year of college, Papa Dan gave me an eight year old to enjoy during my stay. He called the kid my comfort boy. Well, Chad and I comforted that little guy hard for three days!” Kevin woke up when they served a lovely hot breakfast in first class. “Look,” he said in awe. “My orange juice glass is really glass.” We landed in Orlando and were driven north to Gainesville. What can I say about the day spent with the university athletic department? If you have ever been roped into a timeshare sales presentation, this was pretty much the same. They did their best to sell the handsome quarterback on their athletic program. We did score a lot of Gator swag, though. The long day ended with a steak dinner with the head coaches. Kevin was so tired, he put his arms around me, and I carried him to our hotel suite. Andy joined us naked in bed with little Kev between us. He leaned in and kissed me passionately before turning out the lights. The flight to Key West the next day was in a small twin-engine plane. The novelty of a plane that was not a jet excited Kev’s imagination. Now the vacation could really begin. When we approached the little island for a landing, I thought Kev would piss his pants from the excitement. It was so cute! Papa Dan’s house was a yellow and blue, two story affair with a private courtyard in the middle. The back yard was also private with a long blue pool. Papa’s tattoo studio was attached but separate and had a front facing entrance. “Well hello, Chuck, my friend!” Papa exclaimed even as he didn’t stop his latest work: a flying Pegasus on the back of a shapely young lady. Papa was at the height of formality wearing a pair of shorts and a floral shirt. Standard Key West attire. “Sunset is at 5:47 today. We leave here for the beach at 5:30. Afterwards we come back for cocktails and then a late dinner. You’re in the rooms on the second floor with the lime green doors. But first, who is this little fella?” Papa Dan asked eyeing little Kev. Kevin giggled before saying his name. “Nice to meet you, Kevin. You will have to tell me all about yourself during cocktail hour.” The woman being tattooed kept smiling at Andy, and I saw him scope out her excellent body. “I’ll be at the beach for sunset,” she said to him as he left. “Cool,” he said with a smile and a nod. Papa’s place was part private home and part guest rooms. But they were never rented just offered by Papa for his pedo houseboat guests on their first night. That way he never had to open his house to any government inspectors. This pedo valued his privacy. We changed into shorts, tee shirts, and sandals. It was almost eighty degrees. After the snow drifts at home, this was literally paradise. We played tourist as I showed them around old town. “Papa Dan is really neat,” Kevin said. “He looks like one of those Australian Santas who goes to the beach and surfs on Christmas day.” “Yeah he does. He’s rocking that Papa Hemingway look too,” I said as we walked along the palm tree streets. “Who’s Papa Hemingway?” Andy asked. Yeah. He had no idea. So, after breakfast we toured Ernest Hemingway’s house. Kevin loved the six toed cats, the decedents of the author’s original pets, who meandered around the property. I bought Andy a paperback of The Sun Also Rises. “We won’t have great reception for our cell phones,” I said. “This will give you something to do.” Right before sunset we gathered at the white picket fence in front of Papa Dan’s charming house. Papa smiled when he saw Kev and picked him up onto his shoulders for the walk to Malory Square. Another boy around the same age as Kev peered out at me. “Can I ride on your shoulders?” the cute, blond little boy asked. “Sure, what’s your name?” I asked crouching down to pick him up. “That’s Theo,” a voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw my friend Chad smiling. He grabbed Theo from my arms and lifted him effortlessly onto Andy’s shoulders instead. “Is it all right if he rides on you?” Chad asked with a smile. “I want to catch up with my buddy, Chuck.” “Hell yeah. Come on board, little buddy,” Andy enthused. As usual Chad was golden brown with a dark black beard contrasting with his bright white teeth. He had kept up with his workouts and his cut was the best I had ever seen. Muscled but still limber and fluid. And, damn, the man was easy on the eyes. Within just a few hours, we fell into the Key West lifestyle. Easy going and relaxed. Chad and I caught up a bit on the short walk to the west beach. For those who have never seen the sunset from Key West, I encourage you to go. My poor pen will not do justice to the spectacular beauty. We arrived back at the house just as the sun was setting. We sat in the private courtyard as Chad lit tiki torches and candles on the tables. A bar was set up that included a jar full of fat joints. Andy beamed when he saw those. “That’s some great weed,” Chad said with a wink. Then very casually Chad stripped naked revealing a well sculpted body. His pubes were shaved and replaced with a devil’s head right above his dick root. And what a dick! His thick piece hung down with a hunk of a metal ring in his cockhead. At the same time, little Theo, Papa Dan, an unknown boy around fourteen, and a young man around twenty also disrobed. Kev’s eyes went wide. Both Chad and Papa Dan had intricate tattoos which were only on the parts of their body covered by their shorts and shirts. “We’re a nudist household,” Papa Dan said neatly folding his clothes on a chair. “Feel free to join us. Oh, and you know my sons Chad and Theo. My other son is away piloting another houseboat. This teen here is a servant. His name is fuck toy. This young man over there is a servant too. His name is also fuck toy. If you need anything, you know who to call.” Hmmm. The fourteen year old was cute. I wish I had enough time to prove for myself if he was properly named. Kevin giggled and stripped, and we were all buck ass in less than a minute. Papa Dan went to the bar. He passed Little Kev and crouched down putting an arm around his bare waist. “Do you want to come help me mix up some daquiris, Kevin?” Papa asked kindly. “Yes, Papa!” he replied, and the older man picked up Kev easily. Damn, he kept up with his weightlifting too and looked great for a man of his age. He stood Kevin on the bar and admired the boy as he bent down to retrieve limes and hand bottles of rum to the bearded pedo. Chad passed the joint around and chatted amiably. “Damn, Andy, you must get all of the pussy or boy ass you want. You’re fucking gorgeous,” Chad said admiringly. “Except none of our guests have any ink!” Papa Dan exclaimed. “When I was in high school,” I said, “my mom made me promise I wouldn’t get a tattoo. Even though she has been gone for fifteen years, I still remember the promise.” “Yeah,” Andy added. “My mom said I can’t get one until I am eighteen. I have to wait until May for that.” “Not if you get one where your mom never looks,” Chad said with a wink as he handed the teen a frozen daquiri. I noticed his big cut dick was swelling. “How come neither of you men have tatts visible when you are wearing shorts and short sleeved shirts?” I asked after noticing there were no arm sleeve tatts or tattoos on their calves. “It’s a metaphor for our pedophilia. Who we are is hidden from most people,” Papa Dan said while rubbing Kevin’s naked tummy. Papa D’s daquiris are delicious but dangerous. Within an hour, the adults were smashed, and the boys were stoned on weed. What happens when a room full of pedos and boys get fucked up? Yeah. You know. Papa was stroking Kevin’s hair as my boy sucked his fat dick. “That’s it, boy. Suck Papa’s pedo cock. Chuck’s done his job and made you a great little cocksucker.” “Same back to you Papa,” I said enjoying nine year old Theo’s mouth on my cock. “That’s what little boys were made for,” Papa said holding Kev’s head and fucking into his throat. Chad and Andy were sitting on a loveseat having an intense conversation. denizli escort If I didn’t talk, I could catch bits and pieces of it. I laid back and closed my eyes and let my young suck pig take care of me. And listened. “Oh yeah, Andy. I can feel the darkness in you. I find that very sexy. There’s a lot of energy in darkness, energy that can be transformed into sexual pleasure. Fuck yes, you should. Brothers fucking is a powerful combination,” Chad said in a low but deep voice. Theo pulled off and started sucking my shaved balls. I looked around the room and noticed all of Papa’s boys were deeply tanned a golden brown from head to toe. The really were a nudist family. As I encouraged Theo to get his tongue under my foreskin, I reflected the boy had a good technique but lacked something. When I have sex with a little boy, I want to experience the little boy. I want to delight in his enthusiasm, childishness, and sexual joy. Theo seemed more like a sex toy. Oh well, his tongue felt great. I eavesdropped a bit more on Chad talking to Andy. “Oh yeah. I’d love to see your beautiful nine inch piece in that bald twat. The mother is a sexy whore who does everything I say without question. You can fuck her too. Her tits are so hot. But the best part is her second grade daughter. She’s cute as a button and the most amazing fuck. You’d love her. Why don’t we go in a few? We could do some coke and fuck her cunt for a couple of hours.” As the two prepared to leave, Chad pulled me aside. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect Andy. As for you, I know Theo can be a little dull in the sack. But no worries because I have the perfect thing for that,” Chad whispered to me while dressing again. He was talking about his own son!! He took me to his room and pulled a rubber werewolf mask out of a drawer. It was very realistic with hair and all. “If you put this on, it will scare and excite the shit out of Theo. Remember Theo has been having sex all his life. It’s routine for him. But when the wolfman comes to fuck him, he turns into a horny little pig for the slaughter,” Chad confided. That’s the thing about Chad. Sex always seemed a little hotter around him. Like me he lives the life, but he is always doing stuff to keep the edge up. I thanked him and invited Theo to my room. By now Papa was fucking Kevin slowly in his favorite chair in the courtyard while he sipped daquiris and smoked a cigar. Theo came in and sat in an easy chair in the room. I was already wearing the werewolf mask when I came out of the shadows suddenly. “Grrrrr,” I said. The boy screamed a high-pitched girlish wail and ran around the room trying to evade me. I noticed his little pecker was hard for the first time in the evening. Chad knew what the fuck he was talking about! As the wolfman, I shoved my hard dick down the little boy’s throat. I fucked up a slobbering mess of deepthroat spit and precum as I forced my fuck tool into his gullet. He seemed genuinely terrified while equally aroused. What a strange family, I mused. But the face fucking felt so good I kept it up for the better part of an hour. Then I mounted him like a lecherous lupine and power fucked him. I snarled and spit and kept a hand around his neck while I fucked him into his first body shuddering dry cum of the evening. This son and grandson of a pedo was cumming from a fuck from yet another pedo. Hell yeah! On his second cum, I joined him and collapsed on top of him sperming his little hairless hole. I fell asleep under the slowly rotating ceiling fan. A tugging at my arm woke me, and I found Kevin, naked and luscious, nuzzling my neck. “Hi Chuck. Papa Dan sent me up to tell you it’s dinner time,” he said softly. I kissed my boyfriend deeply and looked at the clock. Ten PM. These people are European by nature. Fine by me. “How did you like playing with Papa Dan?” I asked brushing the red hair from his eyes. Damn, I really liked this kid! “He’s got a fat cock, but he puts it in real slow and before you know it, you are riding it. He’s fun. He showed me a book of naked men and asked me which ones I thought were the cutest. I asked why? He said he had a lot of friends who would love to meet me, and he wanted to know what type I liked. I like the ones with muscles,” he said with a kiss. “Oh, Papa says we dress for dinner,” Kevin said as he pulled on some shorts and a tee. “When in Key West….” I said redressing. As Kevin and I entered the courtyard, we saw a long table had been set up with a floral tablecloth. As if on cue, Andy and Chad came in from the street, arm in arm and smiling broadly. Looks like those bad boys had fun getting their dicks wet! Dinner was splendid. Cuban pork, fresh tropical fruits, and Southern fare like black eyed peas and collard greens. Kevin sat between Andy and me, and we all ate ravenously. The conversation was lively and animated. Poppa sure could set a mood. Get a guy high, get him laid, and then feed him delicious food with friends. Perfect. I had forgotten Papa’s routine: Work all day in the studio. End the day with a walk to watch the sunset. Have naked cocktail time and sex. Nap a bit. Enjoy a late dinner. Life in paradise. Kevin was tired, so Andy and I put him to bed. I kissed him good night like we always do. Kev was surprised when Andy went in for a kiss but then stuck his tongue into his little brother’s mouth. Kevin didn’t resist, and Andy took his time tasting his little brother. Afterwards, Kev was breathless but totally hard. “I love you, bro. Sweet dreams,” Andy said softly. “I love you too, Andy,” Kev said sleepily. So sweet. Andy and I returned and joined Papa Dan and Chad for Cuban cigars and port on the patio. We spent awhile showing the sexy young jock how to hold a cigar properly and how he shouldn’t inhale. I didn’t want him puking up hoppin’ john all over the Spanish tiles. Chad leaned back in his chair and said, “Hey, Chuck. Do you remember the first time we smoked cigars?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Back in college in New York when we rented a room in an old run down mansion in Harlem. It was what used to be the dining room. It had this great big fireplace, and we smoked cigars and fucked by the roaring fire.” “We used to wrestle too,” I said. “We recreated that great scene from Women in Love where Oliver Reed and Alan Bates wrestle in the nude before a fire. Then we would smoke cigars before bed.” Andy looked amazed. “You used to fuck around with men?” he asked me. “Hell yeah. Chad and I fucked women, men, teens, and boys,” I replied. “I still do,” Chad said with a smile. “But you Chuck have settled on a pure pedo diet.” “Nothing wrong with that,” Papa Dan said exhaling a great cloud of smoke. “Were you played with as a boy, Papa Dan?” Andy asked. Papa smoked for a bit before replying, “Oh yes. I grew up in the bayous of Louisiana. I used to run around the swamps as a little lad. When I was around seven, I found a shack where a big brute of a shrimper lived. He scared me at first, but he coaxed me over to him. He took me out in his boat and stripped me naked. Then with his huge, rough, and calloused hands, he jerked me off to a dry cum. He did that over and over. For years I’d go back, and the only thing he did was jerk me off. One day I shot my first load into the swampy waters. He looked at me and said, `Don’t come back. Go fuck something.'” Papa’s blue eyes twinkled with the memory. “That’s a great story,” Andy said. Well, gentlemen. We have a busy day tomorrow,” Chad said. “Why don’t we say goodnight?” “Papa Dan, could you make sure Theo gets this?” I asked leaving a gift bag with a Gator tee shirt and a Nerf knockoff football with a smiling alligator on it. Yeah, I regifted, but it is the gesture that counts. If a man shares his boy, give the boy a little gift! The next day we drove to New Town on the other end of the island where Papa Dan kept his small fleet of houseboats. They were all being rented except THE SMILING SATYR. This plush craft had two bedrooms on opposite ends of a big living room/galley combination. Upstairs there was the wheelhouse with a big area in the back for sunbathing or enjoying the views. At the very end was a hot tub. Almost all the comforts of home. Chad showed us the place and explained the emergency procedures. “I am the Captain, so in all matters regarding the boat, I am the boss. I am also here to feed you guys and take care of you. I am going to take us to places where most of the tourists never go. Little islands, called keys, where we can all have the kind of fun we like. Today we will be pretty much private, but tomorrow we will dock for lunch and gas. There are lots of boats out there with binoculars, and they love looking for naked people. I once took a group of pedos out, and someone reported naked men and boys on a boat. They called the fucking Coast Guard. Fortunately, it was a family, so they couldn’t do anything.” Chad took us miles out into the ocean before stopping the boat. He joined us on deck with a box in his hands and had us fetch our swimsuits and put them on. “Part of my job of taking care of you guys is with sunscreen. I make my own mixture personalized to the individual. Chuck, let’s do you first.” He brought out a bowl and squirted some oil into it. “You snowbirds were in the sun a lot yesterday. Do you feel like you got burned or got too much sun anywhere?” he asked. I didn’t. “You’re a bit darker than these lads. This should be the right UV protection. It will last all day even in the ocean. At night some soap and water will remove it. Whoa, Chuck, what’s up with your bathing suit? You wear that in your pool?” “Lately, thanks to Andy, I haven’t been wearing anything in the pool,” I said with a wink. “Andy told me about his project. So interesting. Let’s find you a speedo.” As I have told before, my pubes are a fucking jungle and bush out well above a speedo. Chad returned with a trimmer and a blue speedo with a Superman logo. “You used to shave your pubes pedo-style,” Chad noted. “That was before I discovered little boys love man pubes,” I said. Kevin grabbed my dick right where Superman’s S was. He smiled and told me he loved it. A few swipes later and the hairy overhang was gone while still leaving a thick bush underneath. “Fuck yeah, Chad. That looks much better on him,” Andy said. “He looks fucking sexy with that two day’s growth of beard too. What do you say boys? Should Chuck grow a beard like me?” In unison the Peterson brothers said, “Fuck yeah,” and that is why I have a trimmed black beard now. Chad pulled my suit off and fingered my balls. “Nicely shaved,” he noted raising my legs. “Your taint is moderately hairy, and that asscrack is another jungle. What do you think, Kevin? Do you like your boyfriend’s hairy crack?” “Yeah. The hair smells really good after he works out and it’s all wet,” the double digit pig replied. Chad smiled and said, “They stay then. Alright men, let’s apply this lotion to Chuck. Not on the dick, balls, armpits, taint, or crack.” “Why not there?” Kevin asked. “Because this lotion doesn’t taste good,” Chad said as we laughed. Six hands rubbing lotion all over your body is an amazing physical sensation. I boned hard as they worked it in. Andy was next and since he had a some burn from the previous day, he got a higher UV protection cream. He wore the blue and gold speedo of Blu Kennedy High. When Chuck felt his balls, he laughed. One ball is mostly hairless, the other one is feels like a goat ball. “I love the feeling of smooth balls, but dude, it’s hard for me to shave my balls,” Andy said earnestly. “Allow me,” Chad said and soon Andy’s huge ball sack was hairless. He lifted his legs and noted, “Just a few stray hairs in the taint and crack. Let’s clean those up too. Shall we do your pubes as well? You can hardly see those blond hairs anyway.” “I don’t think so. I don’t want to have to explain it to the guys in the shower,” Andy said. How about the smattering of hair on those fucking hot abs? It would help show them off more.” Andy agreed, and damn if that bit of manscaping didn’t make his taut stomach muscles pop more. “Kevin,” Chad said, “why don’t you rub the lotion into your brother’s belly and chest and biceps.” Andy has a smooth chest, and to his chagrin can’t yet grow a decent beard or mustache. I noticed Kevin became transfixed by his brother’s muscular body. As if seeing it for the first time, his little brother lingered as he felt the abdominal ridges and deep belly button. We know Kevin loves muscles, and I saw Chad lick his lips when Kev got hard. “That’s it, rub that lotion deep into the skin. Your brother is a stud, Kevin. Feel how strong his biceps are. dikimevi escort And his chest. Feel those pectoral muscles. Don’t put any on his tits though,” Chad directed in a low, sexy drawl. “Why” Andy asked. “Because I don’t think I can resist sucking on them later,” Chad said. “Don’t you agree, Kevin?” “Andy has nice tits,” he said looking intently at them “Then why don’t you suck on `em a bit? Go suck on each one of them for just a minute each, and then we’ll turn him on his back,” Chad encouraged in a voice barely above a whisper. And damned if Kevin didn’t. My little boyfriend, naked and hard, leaned down and sucked his brother’s pap. Looking out of the bottom of his eyes, Andy made sexy eye contact with his little bro. The big brother smiled seductively and nodded his head. His nine inches twitched and dripped. Hell, by this point we were all boned and leaking. Kev couldn’t help touching himself as we flipped Andy over. This time Chad had Kevin apply the lotion on Andy’s ass and thighs. Hmmm. Naturally, no manscaping was needed for Little Kev. He pulled out his velociraptor speedo which I found for him in the lost and found at the Muni Rec. He never actually wore it since we adopted nude swimming. The smooth lad squealed with pleasure at our touch. Chad had Andy rub the lotion on Kev’s belly and smooth pubes. “Oooh, you are a beautiful little boy, Kevin,” Chad said admiringly. “You’re so smooth. In a few years your armpits and crotch are going to catch fire with some ginger hair. You need to come back and show me. Damn, Chuck, you know how to pick your boys.” When it came to Chad’s turn, he said innocently, “It’s already applied. But all of you have permission to touch, kiss, lick, and rub any part of my body anytime you want.” Andy laughed nervously, but I saw his chubbed cock in the speedo. “Is that a devil tattoo above your dick?” Kevin asked. Chad beamed. “Indeed it is. It’s the classic Mephistopheles head with the thin mustache, goatee, and horns. Papa Dan did it for me. This particular version came from an upscale gin label in the 1930s,” Chad said. He pulled down his speedo to reveal the devil’s open mouth tatted on his pubes and his forked tongue snaking down the soft five inch cock shaft and ending at the big hunk of metal pierced through his meaty head. “That’s fucking sick,” Andy said mesmerized. “I can’t believe you don’t rip people open with that. But you don’t,” the jock said revealing that he must have seen Chad in action. Maybe fucking that mother or her young daughter the night before? “It doesn’t hurt. It just rips away their innocence and brings out the beast in them,” Chad said casually. “Kev. Want to come to the wheelhouse with me? I’ll show you how to pilot this boat.” “Yeah! Thank you. Um, can you show me your devil dick again too?” the little slut asked. “Most certainly, little man. Most certainly,” he said escorting the nearly naked little boy to the front. Andy came to me and asked, “Wanna smoke a joint? Pappa Dan gave me a few for the trip,” Andy said. We smoked as we basked in the glorious sun just wearing our speedos. “You didn’t tell me Chad was a Satanist,” Andy said as he passed the dutchy. “Oh yeah. Honestly it slipped my mind. I respect other people’s right to their own beliefs, but worshiping Satan carries about as much weight with me as worshiping the Easter Bunny. It’s nonsense. I mean, I can appreciate Satan as a symbol or a metaphor. I like how he stands for complete sexual license. How do you feel about it?” I asked. “I don’t know. I like Chad. He groks me like you do, and he really appreciates my dark side. The way he talks to me gets me all hot too. I felt like I was in a trance telling him my sexual desires and the pervy shit I like,” Andy said visibly erecting thinking of it. “Did you tell him about your wanting to fuck Kev?” I asked. “Yeah, and he was super excited about that. He said Satan loves incest and pedo sex and there is nothing like sex between brothers. Did you see how he had Kev rub that lotion on me and suck my tits. I was so fucking hard.” “I did. I also saw that you were turning your sexy on with him,” I said with a grin. Andy blushed and said, “Just using my best seduction moves. Damn, Chuck, my cock is aching to be buried in his tiny ass. And I want to suck his little cock!” “What did Chad advise?” I asked. “He had a lot of advice. He said bro sex is extremely hot but needs to be pursued carefully. He said I should tongue kiss Kev last night — which you saw I did. Chad also said that we should spend today enjoying each other as brothers. He said he’s taking us all to a really cool snorkeling place this afternoon. He said just don’t be sexual yet. Let our brotherly bond grow all day, and then take him tonight,” Andy recounted. “That’s rather specific,” I said. “Yeah. But I want this to go right tonight. I want us to get high and fuck all night,” Andy said. “I don’t have any siblings, so I don’t know about that big bro little bro connection like you do. It sounds like good advice, though. And you know the Easter Bunny approves of incest and pedophilia as well.” We laughed. In a few hours Chad brought us into a small cay on a key which shall remain anonymous by his orders. He anchored the houseboat sideways effectively blocking anything larger than a dinghy from entering. He then used an electric pump to blow up a large raft with a square hole in the middle. And tied it off the boat. The water was clear aquamarine brilliance and half of the area was shallow enough to stand up. Schools of multicolored fish would suddenly swim by and then dart away. Wearing their swimsuits, masks, snorkels, and flippers the Peterson brother dived into the water. Chad and I stayed on board while the brothers explored the underwater world. “Man, you are tense as fuck, Chuck,” Chad said as his fingers worked my neck muscles. “Relax, man. You are on vacation. Soak up the sun and let me loosen you up,” Chad said soothingly. I usually got a massage once a week at the Muni Rec. The woman who did it was German and clinical. Chad, however, was sensuous and intuitive. I felt my whole body loosen up. My speedo was removed and replaced with a tongue in my asscrack. “MMM your boy is right. Your crack tastes delicious! Remember when I used to fuck you in front of the fire in New York?” he asked in between licks. “That was a long time ago,” I said not putting a stop to the pleasurable rimming. This man knew how to suck and tongue fuck ass! “And I seem to remember you enjoying my fucking you as well,” I said. “Of course I did, bro. And it was so fucking hot when we’d hunt for ass together and share it. So, what happened? Andy said you dropped him at fourteen because he got too old. Really? You’ve been on this steady diet of little boys for years. That’s unbalanced. That’s like a diet of nothing but chocolate cake and sundaes,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve had a good run with little boys,” I said drowsily. The heat and the massage and ass licking had me utterly relaxed. I felt his lubed finger slide inside me, sensuously searching for my prostate. When he found it, he teased it and then began to work it. “Andy said you recently finger fucked him to his first anal orgasm,” Chad said in his low drawl. “That boy is itching for a good man fuck. Last night when he was molesting that little twat with his big pedo cock, I got behind him and licked his balls and ass. When I slipped a finger inside and hit his inner pig spot, that fucker really started pounding that poor girl. He’d thrust hard and then buck back against my index finger. You may turn your nose up to sexy teen ass, but if you don’t fuck him during this trip, then I will.” My buddy’s skilled finger was feeling excellent up my hole. He massaged my glutes, and thighs and calves. When he reached my feet, the relief was so intense I fell asleep in the warm tropical sun. When I awoke the boys were scrambling back on board. On the top deck Chad had set up a table with an umbrella and was grilling hamburgers. Like all boys playing in the water for hours, they were famished. Chad brought out big table books of Floridian aquatic life, and the brothers excitedly pointed out the different species they had seen. They were flushed with sun and excitement, two of the handsomest American boys I have ever seen. “Hey Chad,” Andy asked. “Can we use your little dinghy? We want to go around the whole key. We have a map here. It’s not a very big island.” “Sure, let’s get The Little Satyr launched,” Chad said. “Yay,” Kevin said. “I get to use my cool compass you gave me, Chuck. I have our position recorded now. “These are the rules. Hug the island. Don’t go out more than a hundred yards. When the sun starts dipping into the ocean, get those sweet asses back here,” Chad said as he and I used a winch to release the small boat After a few pulls Andy got the gas motor going, and the Peterson brothers departed on their latest adventure. Chad and I sat under the umbrella where he displayed drugs available for purchase. It’s so great to have a friend at your vacation destination so you don’t have to travel with them. Thinking ahead for New Year’s Eve, I scored a couple of hits of acid. Now it really would be the hap- hap- happiest place on earth. I would have gotten one for Andy, but young men are still developing their brain as teenagers. The rule of thumb is no earlier than twenty btw. Happily, in my book there are no age limits for cocaine and weed, and this degenerate pedophile bought plenty for all of us to enjoy until we went home. Before the sun set, the brothers returned. Kev excitedly told us about their adventure circumnavigating the key. “Sounds like you boys had a lot of fun,” I said. “Chad and I showered. It’s your turn now. You get three minutes. Pro-tip. Lather yourself with soap first and then wash off.” I handed the cocaine pipe to Andy. “Did you fuckers wait for me?” he asked with a smile. “Hell yes,” Chad said. “We waited for the sun to dip completely below the horizon.” Kevin came out well-scrubbed and naked. I handed him a large tee shirt out with a fierce dinosaur on front and the words TYRANNOSAURUS SLUT written beneath it. Kevin squealed when he saw it. “We are dressing for cocktail hour tonight. Morgan got this for you as a gift after we played last time,” I said. “He felt bad he ripped your favorite tee.” It was comically large for Kev looking almost like a dress. The boy loved it, though. A glassy eyed Andy went to shower next. He came out in a pair of shorts and a white button up shirt. He found me with a few fingers up Kevin’s backside where I had just slid a nice size rock of cocaine. Andy picked up the pipe and lustily watched. “The boat is now locked down,” Chad said. “None of us go out until morning. Falling into the water would be a buzz kill.” Andy was hitting the pipe hard as he eyed Kevin who was masturbating under his tee shirt. Kevin giggled when he saw Chad watching him. Suddenly, Andy used his arm and swiped off the books and map from the dining room table. He picked up little Kev and sat his ass on the edge before pulling the tee off his body in one fluid move. The sexy teen bent down and hungrily kissed his brother. Kevin threw his arms around his big bro’s neck and kissed back passionately. Andy pulled off, stared into Kev’s eyes, and then went back for more kisses. When they separated, a strand of spit linked their lips. Andy crouched down and attacked Kevin’s completely bare asscrack with his tongue, lapping the smooth trench like a slobbering dog. He pushed into the tight orifice with his licker and snaked it in as far as he could. Kevin was hard and just laid back and enjoyed it with his eyes closed. Andy sucked a finger and sank it slowly into the boy’s fuckhole. The teen smiled devilishly when he found his bro’s boy-button deep inside. Slowly Andy stood and just looked at his young brother who was staring back dreamily as the drugs flowed through his little body. The teen suddenly grabbed his white linen shirt and ripped it apart with buttons popping off in all directions. As the tattered shirt fell to the floor, I noticed the sexy teen was trembling. Powerful currents fueled by drugs and incestuous lust coursed through the muscular athlete. He pushed his shorts down while still shaking. Andy hocked a wad of spit which fell onto the head of his painfully hard erection. The young pedo grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it up and down his little brother’s asscrack. Kevin’s eyes flew wide open when the drooling cockhead kissed his hairless fuck hole. “I have wanted to fuck you for the longest time, bro,” dikmen escort Andy admitted with naked lust. The jock pushed hard, and his juicy cockhead penetrated the first ring. “Awww, fuck yeah, Andy,” my slutty boyfriend called out passionately. Of course, the cocaine up his ass was doing all sorts of naughty and perverted things to the boy’s body. Andy stepped forward forcing his impressive dick to slip inch after inch into the child until it ended with his blond pubes hitting the ass. “Oh fuck, baby bro! Your ass is the tightest, hottest, and slickest hole I have ever dicked! I love you, bro!” Andy cried as he slowly slid his boyfucker in and out. I was so proud of these two boys. Just three years before I started Andy’s sexual life. I perverted him and made him cum hundreds of times. Now he was languidly thrusting into his own brother’s asshole. I believe his considerable sexual talents are innate. Some men are just born with an instinctual knowledge of how to fuck. I also happily observed Kevin was not enduring the rut but enjoying every moment of it. This little hairless tyke was deflowered by me just a few months before, and now butt fucking was a normal and exciting part of his life. I relished how this little boy embraced the physical pleasures of hardcore sex without guilt or second thought. They felt natural to him because they are natural. On one level I took his innocence, but on another level, he reclaimed it by totally accepting the joys of lust as his birthright. That night, I realized with a rush, their incestuous union was the direct result of my actions and sexual will. I knew what I had to do. I slipped off my tee and shorts and got on my knees behind Andy. The jock smelled of soap and sweat. I pushed my face between his cheeks even as my beard stubble rubbed coarsely in his smooth crack. Andy looked back and smiled. “Right on,” the muscular teen said while maintaining his slow and delicious fuck rhythm. I tongued his hole before sucking on my finger and sliding it in. Andy snorted deeply, like a bull before a charge. Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh. I looked back and pointed to the lube and white rocks. Chad, who was now naked and stroking, nodded his head and brought them to me. “Fuck yeah, dude,” Andy said as he groaned and pushed himself back hard onto my digit. I pulled my finger out and lubed it up before returning to his asshole. Andy moaned lustily. We settled into a pattern where he would slide slowly into Kev’s hole and almost whine with pleasure. Then he would pull back and push hard against my fucking finger with a low groan as it rubbed and teased his prostate. I picked the biggest rock and pushed it firmly up his butt. “What the …. Oh fuck yeah, Chuck,” Andy cried as the rock dissolved and burned a bit. I continued to rub his boy button as he experimented with thrusts. I felt felt his whole body break out into a sweat. My cheek was wet from where I rested it on the small of his back. He was ready. Standing up and lubing my dick, I pressed it against his hole with clear intent. Andy suddenly turned around to look me in the eye. “Chuck. No. What? Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuucccccck,” he bellowed as I popped though his sphincter and slid my pedo dick nonstop until I bottomed out. Now his asshole was a fuckhole. “Oh, hell yeah!” he cried and his prostate, now electrified with drugs, was sending shivers all through his body. As I pulled back and dragged the flared rim of my dickhead over his boy button, he matched me in tempo. I put my arm around his neck and licked inside his ear. “Damn. This feels insanely good,” he marveled. Andy was overwhelmed with both the exquisite dick pleasure that a fine fuck brings and the complementary delectation of being anally penetrated. His constant fuck thrusts did their job because soon I heard the familiar sounds of his younger brother cumming. There’s nothing like the high-pitched squeals of delight when a little boy blows his blanks. “Fuck yeah, Kev. Cum for me,” Andy said just before he started shooting in his little brother’s ass. “Yeeeeeeeaaaahhhhh! Hell yeah,” the teen bellowed clenching down my on my thrusting penis. Like dominoes falling, the hot anus gripping my cock sent me over the edge. As Andy filled Kevin with his incestuous seed, I filled Andy with my pedo sperm. We collapsed on each other panting, sweating, and gratified. I pulled out of Andy and watched as he pulled his spent cock out of his little brother. Falling to my knees beside him, I looked up. He returned my gaze and smiled, fully understanding the gesture. I nodded, and a sly grin crossed his face. He put his three quarters hard dick in my mouth, and I tasted Kevin while I sucked the teen. Very quickly his dick was hard again. He leaned in and kissed little Kev before moving downward dragging his tongue over the kid’s tits. He sucked and chewed on them before trailing his licker over his smooth belly and hairless pubes to his half hard cocklet. He paused for a moment before taking his whole package into his mouth. Kevin mewled while his big brother sucked his immature penis with passion. I pulled off and joined Chad in blowing some white clouds. “That was wild,” my buddy enthused. “You’ve popped both of their cherries, you stud.” I smiled and took another deep hit before an arm went around my neck, and I felt something cool in my crack. It was Andy who had crept up behind me. I felt his finger slide inside, and I thought, oh ha ha Andy’s playing like he is going to fuck me. Then I felt the rock being slid up my ass. “Hey,” I said breaking free from his grip. “You sneaky motherfucker,” I said laughing. “Turn around is fair play,” Andy said while he jerked on his dick. He took a hit off the pipe before saying, “Fuck! The coke up the butt my plus the fuck you gave me is making me so incredibly horny!” “You guys need it,” Chad said standing up with his big tool pointing outwards. The devil had his tongue fully extended down the shaft ending with a hunk of metal gleaming in the light. “Both of you have neglected the dark pleasures of your ass,” he added. “But now,” the tatted muscle man continued, “I want you, Kevin, to come and make out with the devil. Why don’t you wrap your tongue around his?” I was worried that this talk might scare Kevin, but he just giggled the way he does when he hears something silly. He padded over to the tan pedophile with his little boner pointing up proudly. On the way Kevin picked up the pipe and said, “I want to try this.” I had never allowed Kev to do it before and limited it to his ass. They all looked to me for direction which I liked because it showed their deference to my status as his boyfriend. “Well, you are ten now, and that entails some big boy rights. So go for it. Blow some big clouds and then suck Satan off,” I said laughing. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Andy enthused. I crouched behind Chad and pushed my face between his golden brown cheeks. His crack was moist from drug sweat and tasted dank and musky. I heard Andy cheering as Kevin blew out his first cloud while I slipped a finger up Chad’s ass. My buddy moaned and bent over giving me full access. “There, all of us have rocks up our asses,” I said. Kevin scrambled in front of Chad who put his hand on the boy’s head. He slowly inserted the tip of his dick with the big, smooth metal ring boldly pierced through it. Kevin tongued it tentatively. It was so erotic to see his tiny licker swabbing the metal and around the big dickhead. Slowly the experienced pedo inserted the whole head and held it there. Andy moved behind me and put his arm around my neck again. This time I could feel his steel hard boner jabbing my cheeks. “Give it up, Chuck. I am so goddam horny. Get on your hands and knees like a dog because that is exactly how I am going to buttfuck you.” Because of the drugs, the next four hours were a blur of sensations. Andy fucked me, and the drugs up my ass made me crazy hot for his cock. His gifted bedroom skills had me drooling as his fleshy penis pummeled my prostate. I looked over to Kevin and saw Chad with both hands on the back of his head talking softly to my boy. He had fucked about half of his cock into the fourth grader’s mouth, and he set up a nice five inch in and five inch out rut over his little tongue. “Oh yeah, Kevin,” Chad said while he orally violated the boy. “Satan loves the way you are sucking his dick. Good boy. Satan loves sex with little boys and wants them to feel the best feelings ever.” It took Andy longer to cum this time which was perfectly fine with me. I was enjoying it heartily. It made me realize my self-imposed pure pedo lifestyle was cutting me off from other gratifications I used to enjoy. For his part, Andy was thoroughly enjoying sodomizing me. I remembered when he was fourteen he fucked Zion in the ass and even pissed up his ass. Yet after that it was all women for three years until he started doing little boys. Now he was butt fucking a thirty five year old man. “Damn, Chuck. Your ass is amazingly tight. Goddam, between fucking you and getting fucked, what’s not to like? If this is what being queer is, count me in!” Andy exclaimed. Chad laughed. “You know it, Andy. I have friends that are 98 percent straight, but sometimes they get that anal itch you’ve been feeling. A craving for something deep inside their guts. Some men have women use strap-ons to fuck them. But most guys have a real man somewhere who knows how to take care of their hungry ass with his cock.” “There’s no way I’d let a cunt fuck me,” Andy said with a defiant thrust. He nuzzled my neck and kissed me while continuing to slide his dick in and out. “There’s no mistaking you for all man, Chuck. You’re such a stud. It takes a real man to take a dick.” This amused me because after the dozens of women he had fucked, he didn’t have respect for the penetrated until he was himself. I wondered if it would change his ways with women. (Hint: not at all.) Chuckle. Time was warped and sensations overlapped. I am pretty sure Andy did not cum in me or make me cum. I think that happened sometime later when Chad had both Andy and me on our hands and knees. He fucked one ass and then moved to the other. His monstrous Prince Albert was the perfect tool to keep Andy and me moaning in sheer degenerate rapture. And speaking of rapturous delights, as we were fucked, Andy and I devoured his little brother. Chad fucked us on our backs for a time, a position which drove Andy crazy with lust. We channeled that energy by having little Kev sit on our faces. We played a game wherein he had to decide who gave him the best tongue fuck. When it came time to announce a winner, the adorable little scamp declared it a tie! Again, things got fuzzy, but I know Andy and I also fucked Chad. The only obvious fuck that did not take place was Chad doing Kev. Earlier the muscled pedo had shot his load in Kev’s mouth and then painted his face with his slime. He then used his penis to clean it up and feed it to Kev. It was an act so obscenely erotic that his teenage brother could not help cumming all over his brother’s face as well. We knocked off just past midnight after nearly six hours of a chem fueled orgy. I got us hydrated while Chad put pizzas in the oven. Andy loaded the bong and walked Kev and me upstairs to the hot tub. Up on deck, Kevin held each of our hands, and we would pull him into the air making him yelp with joy. He looked up at both of us, still naked and glowing. “I am the luckiest boy in the whole wide world,” he said beaming. The weed and heat from the tub relaxed us, and we only ate a few bites of the dinner Chad prepared for us. Afterwards we invited Chad to join us in the big king size bed in the master cabin, but he declined saying he always slept alone. With little Kev between us, the three of us made out. Kevin fell asleep, and Andy lay back with his arms behind his head. “I’m fucking lucky too, Chuck. You are the hottest pervert! You molest me and my little brother, and now my sexual world has just doubled in its possibilities. Thank you. And Kevin! He’s the sexiest little fucker. I am glad you two are boyfriends.” “We’re only boyfriends because you put us together. You’re such a sexy man,” I told the twisted teen. Later that night I awoke ravenous. As I crawled out of bed, I noticed Andy wasn’t with us. I bet he was hungry like me, but he wasn’t in the galley. I saw the smaller bedroom door was open and empty. I went up the stairs to the top deck expecting to find them in the hot tub. That’s where Andy and I had bonded over the years. As I looked out on the deck, I was shocked. The blue carpeting on the floor was rolled up exposing a bright red pentagram painted on the floor illuminated with a number of black candles. Andy and Chad were kneeling naked inside the pentagram and chanting. Both were erect. “Hail Satan, our Dark Lord,” Chad said before Andy repeated it. “Hail Asmodeus, Demon of Lust,” the dark pervert continued. Andy repeated it. FUCK!

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