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## The Man Lovers Club Chapter 1 
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2020 02:10:21 +0000
From: throwaway11791 <throwaway11791@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man Lovers Club Chapter 1 (Gay Incest)

Hey guys. Get your cocks out, cause I'm back with another episode in the
Man Lovers Club. Hopefully you read the intro and participated in the first
survey. Now, enjoy the results!

This story is about consenting adults having sex, and the author does not
condone abuse or any illegal sex activities. Please be safe and respectful
of your sex partners.

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In this chapter, we'll learn a bit of backstory about one of our special
boys, and a surprise twist at the end. We'll also peek in on the boys'
second meeting and hear about the exciting things they learned in their
research phase. I hope it makes you squirt. But before you do that, make
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Your answers will choose which boy is the star of the next chatper, who he
ends up seducing, and what they do!

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Chapter 1

The first meeting of the Man Lover's Club had been a shy, awkward
affair. The second meeting, however, was quite the opposite.

After a week of plotting, planning, and watching mountains of gay porns,
the boys were all buzzing with excitement by the time they had all settled
back in the cramped treehouse on Cooper's property.

"All right, all right!" Logan said, his small voice somehow rising over the
chatter of the other boys. "Calm down, guys! We need to go one at a time."
The boys settled, turning their eyes to their leader. "I know the research
was fun, but we did it for a reason! We need to take notes and make a
plan." Logan turned to look at Wyatt, who was pushing his glasses up on his
face. "Wyatt, can you take notes for us? Here, I brought this."

Logan set down his backpack, unzipped it, and turned it over. Out fell two
scrolls of white paper and a bunch of markers. "I thought you could take
notes on these and then hold on to them for safe keeping?"

"Sure!" Wyatt said, leaning forward to grab the scrolls and spread them
out. Once he had, the boys noticed that the sheets already had some writing
on them.

The first was mostly blank, save for the words "TARGETS" written at the top
in big, bold lettering. The other sheet had a title too, written in Logan's
same handwriting. "ACTIVITIES" it read. And on that sheet, there were seven
boxes drawn, each one labeled with a boy's name.

"Let's start with this one," Logan said, tapping the second
sheet. "Activities. Now that we've all had some time to uh... educate
ourselves with videos and stuff, let's hear it. What kind of stuff are you
into?"

There was silence in the treehouse, and more than a few of the boys
blushed.

"Well, ok..." Logan said. "Then I guess I'll go first." He was blushing
too, but managed to push on. "So uh... I guess I really want to suck cock
and get fucked, first of all. I want to feel a man's cock in both my
holes," Mason said, borrowing some of the filthy language he'd picked up
from watching porn. "But beyond that, well, I really like the idea of
making out. Kissing and stuff. And maybe some piss play too. Oh, and
definitely want to try more than one guy at a time!"

The boys nodded as he continued to list out the fetishes that he wanted to
try. As he talked, Wyatt scribbled the types of kink's Mason wanted to try
in the box next to his name on the sheet.

Once Mason had finished listing out all of the filthy things he wanted to
try out with men, the other boys seemed to open up. One by one they went
down the line, listing off the things they wanted to try. If an adult had
been in the room, they would have been shocked. It seems that the boys'
exposure to kink porn had only made them hornier.

The first few boys to talk were still shy, but each time one admitted to a
new fetish curiosity, other boys would chime in saying they wanted to try
that too. By the end of the discussion, each boy's box was chalk full of
perverted sex acts they wanted to take on.

Finally they had come up with everything they could think of, so Mason
tapped the other sheet of paper. "Ok, now for our next assignment. We know
what we want to do. But who are we gonna do it with? Hopefully we all had
some time to think about the men we want in our community. So let's hear
it. Who's out there?"

This time, the boys were much more open about their findings. The boys were
talking over each other, excitedly talking about all of the men in their
lives that they thought would be fun in bed (or wherever).

It was no surprise that the first subject to come up were men the boys all
knew --staff from school. It seemed the local school had no
shortage of men the boys wanted to see naked. While there were certain men
the boys all agreed on, an observer would have been fascinated to see the
variety of school employees the boys craved. Some boys lusted after the
young, fun teachers who had come into the school in the last few
years. Others wanted the older men --Wyatt opened up about how sexy
he thought beefy old Mr. Handy, the strict science teacher old enough to be
his grandfather. Bryce had his eye on some of the gym coaches, and little
Isaac surprised everyone when he said that the janitor, Mr. Dixon, "fat,
dark, uncut cock" in his "sexy uniform." "

"Yeah, I'd let him skull fuck me!" shouted Sebastian, which elicited a
giggle from the boys. It was still funny to hear each other use such adult
language, even if it was commonplace in the porn they'd been watching.

From there, the boys branched out into another well of potential
cock --the men in their own family. It's strange that none of the
boys seemed to think incest was out of the question. Perhaps it was all of
the FamilyIncest stuff they'd watched on TV.

Mason talked for a few minutes about his three uncles. "I even saw Uncle
Tommy's pubes once when we were swimming!" he said, smiling. "It was so
hot."

"You guys have to see my grandpa," Wyatt said, pulling out his phone. The
boys all oohed and ahhed over the relatively normal looking older man who
had a sizable bulge in his shorts in a family photo.

More than one of the boys fantasized about their very own fathers. But as
soon as the topic came up, the boys devolved into ribbing each other about
the potential of having sex with other dads in the group.

"Your dad is a FOX!" Theo said to Logan, who blushed. He knew it was true.

"Have you guys seen the ass on Bryce's dad?" Cooper asked. "So meaty and
manly. I bet it's hairy, isn't it, Bryce!"

"Shut up!" he said back, but he had wondered the same thing more than once.

Once the boys had gone through the list of men in their immediate families,
they began to branch out to general men in the community that they had seen
out and about.

Theo chimed in with a very interesting insight about his father's
employees. "My dad runs a construction company, so there are like, all
these hot immigrants or something working for him. They're so big and hairy
and..." He swooned.

Bryce had an interesting bit of intel. "There's a sex shop near my house,"
he said. "My brothers told me what happens in there. There are all sorts of
men going in and out looking for sex!"

This gave the boys some hope, but soon the conversation had gotten
defeated. They'd filled both sides of the big sheet of paper with potential
men to introduce them to the world of cock and cum, and yet, it all seemed
impossible.

"How will we approach them?" the boys wondered. "How can we convince them
to try it?"

"Well," Logan said, his voice cutting above the other boys again. "It turns
out, we have some inside information."

The boys all fell silent and looked at their leader. And then, slowly,
Logan turned his head to look at his right-hand man, the new kid, Cooper.

"Go ahead," Logan said. "Tell `em."

Cooper took a deep breath, then stood up to address the other members of
the club. "It's true," Cooper said. "I have... some experience."

There was silence for a moment as the boys all considered what this
meant. Then they all erupted with questions. "With who?" When did that
happen?" "What did you do?" "Did it hurt?"

"Calm down, guys!" Logan said. "If you wanna hear, let him tell you."

The boys all settled down, and once they were quiet, Cooper began his
story.

******************************

Cooper's dad had run off while his mom was still pregnant. So he never got
to know his father, but that didn't mean he was poor when it came to male
figures in his life. Few of his mom's boyfriends could be considered "role
models," but more than one of them was willing to model some techniques
with Cooper.

The first one had been Dale, a man who had dated his mother for just over a
year a few years ago. When Cooper first met Dale, he was less than excited
about him. He looked like another sleazebag --his mother sure had a
type. He was in his mid-forties, older than his Cooper's mom by quite a
bit. He had a gray, unkempt beard, and he was always drinking beers and
smoking cigarettes or weed around the house, even though Cooper's mom told
him it wasn't appropriate to do that in front of Cooper.

But Cooper's mom worked two jobs to support Cooper and Dale, who of course
was unemployed. And as a result, the two were left home alone together a
lot back in their tiny old apartment in the last city they lived in.

For the first month or so, Isaac hated it. Until everything changed one
day, when a heat wave hit. Of course they couldn't afford air conditioning
back then, so Cooper and Dale were left alone on a hot summer afternoon,
both of them sweating.

Dale spent most of the morning on the couch watching sports, drinking a
10am beer with the only fan in the house blowing on him. He had stripped
down to just a pair of ratty gym shorts he always wore.

Cooper sat next to him, trying to color in a coloring book. But he kept
getting distracted. He didn't understand it back then. He'd seen Dale
shirtless before, plenty of times. But this was different. Maybe it was the
sweat, or the way the light fell across his chest and beer belly, both of
which were covered in a coat of gray fur.

Or maybe it was the fact that Dale's left testicle had popped out of his
shorts, the heavy skin of his ball bag pooling on the ugly couch they sat
on. It was the first piece of adult male genitalia he'd ever seen in his
life, and his little brain didn't know what to think. It looked like it was
about the size of one of the plastic easter eggs his mom sometimes got
him. It was sort of that shape too, but that's where the similarities
ended. Because Dale's special easter egg was covered in wrinkly, saggy skin
and curly pubic hairs.

And Cooper was instantly obsessed.

Then a very quick, silent moment passed. Dale looked down at Cooper, who
was still trying to keep his eyes on that single nut. Eventually he dragged
his eyes up to meet Dale, who had a look of first confusion, then anger,
and then, a return to his silent stare ahead. Then he starched his crotch
through his shorts, and BAM --the other nut appeared beside the
first one.

Cooper was dumbfounded, feeling both scared and more exhilarated than he
had before. His perception of his mom's boyfriend was changing so fast, he
couldn't keep up. Somehow, in just a few minutes, Dale had gone from a
disgusting old man to the sexiest thing Cooper had ever seen in his life.

And then Dale did something that shocked Cooper. Later, he would learn that
simply staring like he had been was enough to send a signal to some
men... men like Dale. But he wasn't prepared for what Dale did next
--first, he stuck his hand down the waist band of his shorts and gave his
crotch a really good, long scratch. Then he used the classic move of
pretending to yawn, stretching his hands over his head, until his arm
casually fell around the little boy's shoulder.

But Dale wasn't some teenaged boy trying to get a kiss out of his high
school girlfriend. He was an old man, blatantly putting the hand that had
just been fishing around in his sweaty crotch, right in the face of the
innocent little boy next to him.

The smell radiating off Dale's hand was overwhelming to Cooper, but in the
best way. He recognized most of the smell --he'd smelled Dale's
sweat plenty of times. But there was something new to it, something raw and
musty and powerful. And it was driving him crazy.

Perhaps that's why he made such a risky move. Without thinking, without
even really feeling like he was in control of his own body, Cooper quietly
moved his little head to the left and took the sleazy man's stinky fingers
into his warm little mouth.

Cooper was in la la land, but he wouldn't have noticed a change in Dale's
demeanor as he started sucking. The man just stared ahead at the game on
TV, continuing to sip his beer and basically ignoring his girlfriend's
suckling little son.

But slowly, the man began to push his fingers deeper into Cooper's
face. And soon, the boy gagged. And it was like the sound of him choking
flipped a switch in Dale. The man withdrew his fingers, stood up, and
pulled his shorts down in one fell swoop.

He stood there in front of the boy for a moment, fully naked. Cooper was
too shocked to speak. Only moments ago, he'd spied his first adult
testicle. Now he was confronted what turned out to be a very large, very
hairy penis.

Dale's cock was only semi-hard, but his horniness was given away by the
copious amounts of precum he was producing already. If Cooper had any
experience whatsoever with this sort of thing, he would have known that was
a good sign.

But at that moment, the dumb little guy could only guess. "Are
you... peeing?"

Dale grunted at this, and smiled an evil grin that Cooper had never seen
before.



"Nah, I'm just a big precummer," Dale said, as if that explained
anything. "Won't hurt ya," he said in an attempt to be gentle. But then he
rubbed his thumb across his oozing cock head, pulling his hefty foreskin
forward to get a good glob. Then he ran that same glob across the little
boy's lips, pressing his thumb between them and smearing the first taste of
a man's cock fluids across his tongue.

It tasted a bit salty, but not bad. So Cooper found himself suckling again.

"Damn," Dale said, watching the boy as he continued to ooze down onto the
floor. "Guess it runs in the family. Your mom loves my fuck juice, too."

This would become an annoying recurring theme for Cooper, and even at this
early age, it was setting off his competitive instincts. Over the next few
years, more than one of mom's boyfriends would make lewd comparisons about
his dear old mom and his own craving for cock.

"Well, there's more where that came from," the old man said. Then with
surprising agility, the beefy redneck stepped up onto the couch, so that
his big, dirty feet were on either side of the little boy. And suddenly,
that swinging piece of dripping uncut meat was right in Cooper's face.

"Open," the man said, and somehow the boy knew exactly what he meant.

"Thought so," Dale said, and then he began to milk his cock. He didn't put
it right in the boy's mouth, but instead rang it out like a rag. As he
pumped his meat, thick strings of clear precum oozed out of his foreskin
and directly onto the waiting boy's tongue.

Cooper didn't gag or anything. He'd never been so excited in his life. He
just let the man's nectar flow into him. The sheer heat from the man's body
was overwhelming him, and he knew he wanted more. He just didn't know what
"more" meant.

Fortunately, Dale had a good idea. He generously showed the curious boy,
giving him the simple instructions of "No teeth" as he thrust his thick
hips forward and slipped the head of his slimy uncut prick into the boy's
willing mouth.

Cooper would have liked a moment to savor the taste of the first cock he'd
ever had in his mouth. He would have liked to run his tongue over the shiny
head, tasing the oozing precum coat his tongue. But Dale had a different
agenda.

"Wonder if you can take a skull fucking as good as your momma," Dale said
as he continued to push forward, until his meat was tickling the boy's
tonsils. "She lets me make her nice and nasty."

If Cooper's mouth hadn't been invaded by penis, he might have asked the man
was skull fucking was. But he learned pretty quickly anyway.

"Open up for me," the man grunted as he gently slapped Cooper's straining
throat. "Let me face fuck it."

Again, Cooper would have asked what "it" referred to in this
case. But... penis mouth. So instead, he learned the hard way that "it" was
him.

He didn't care. He was too distressed by what was happening in his
gullet. His tiny inexperienced throat was not ready for the assault it was
about to take, but there was no stopping it.

It was a good thing Cooper's mom still had four more hours of work. Because
that was just about how long it took for Cooper to really learn the true
meaning of intense face fuckery.

If she had come home early, she would have been met with quite the
scene. Her sweet little boy still in his PJs, his feet dangling off the
edge of the couch, his limbs kicking and flailing. Her beloved boyfriend
(of the moment) buck naked on the couch, resting his beer belly on the
boy's head as he sipped his beer and thrust his cock in rapid fire motions
deep into the boy's face.

It would have been a familiar scene, for sure. But still shocking, because
it was her son taking the cock like a pro. Or sort of. The noises in the
room told a different story. The wet, gurgling, choking, gasping, squealing
sound from the little boy was loud enough, there was also Dale's grunts to
contend with. As he got deeper and deeper into the fuck hole beneath him,
Dale's grunts grew more animalistic and hungrier.

For his part, Cooper was doing some work to try and control the thrusts in
his face. Unfortunately, his tiny hands pushing against Dale's thick hairy
thighs meant almost nothing to the man, and soon enough, Cooper had a crash
course in what the term "balls deep" means.

Of course, a cock that big in a throat sleeve so small and inexperienced
was a messy situation. Literally, the boy was a mess almost as soon as he
had those balls resting on his chin. It was hard to say how much of the
gunk clogging up his vision was from his own throat mess or the man's cock
mess. Either way, he was covered in it, and though he didn't think he was
at the time, he was really loving it. (Trust me. Would I lie to you?)

Cooper did get a few breathers, but only long enough for Dale to put him in
position for a different sort of face fuck. They spent a long time with the
little guy bend backwards over the arm of the couch, and some time with
Dale sitting down and just thrusting the boy's head down on his dick like a
basketball.

But things finally built to a climax when they had moved to the
floor. Cooper was lying flat on his back, while his mom's boyfriend
basically did pushups into his face. It was unfortunate that this was the
position they were in when Dale decided to unleash the enormous load he'd
been storing up in his balls. There was virtually no way for Cooper to do
anything but lay there and take it.

On top of that, Dale didn't feel it was necessary to give the boy any sort
of warning or heads up about what happens when men's cocks are stimulated
in the right way. He had no idea that men could ejaculate.

So it was quite a surprise when Dale pulled out his cock just enough so
that his head was lodged in the boy's mouth, and then started
spurting. Cooper began to panic as he felt the first few spurts of his
mom's boyfriend's cum fill his mouth. Due to the fac that his lips were so
small, and the cock in his mouth so incredibly large, there wasn't really
anywhere for the cum to go, but in.

The room filled with grunts and gulps as Dale emptied the entire contents
of his hefty balls into the boy's stomach. There were so many squirts, it
took almost a minute for Dale to finish off his orgasm. When he was finally
done, he thrust in one more time to the hilt, then pulled his slimy penis
from the boy's face hole.

With a gentle slap on the cheek, Dale stood up and said, "Go clean yourself
up before your mother gets home. And get me a beer."

***

"And from that moment on, I knew I was hooked!" Cooper said, wrapping up
his story.

There was a moment of silence from the peanut gallery as they all stared at
him in awe. Then the group of boys erupted into excited questions.

"How long did he last?"

"What does cum taste like?"

"Did he precum much?"

"How often did you use your mouth?"

Cooper answered some of the questions, but he was still coy --he
didn't want to reveal all his dirty little secrets to the other boys in the
club. Not yet.

Eventually, the boys quieted down, and their leader, Logan drew a meeting
to a close.

"So as Cooper demonstrated, sometimes it's just a matter of staring at the
right part of the right man, at the right time."

"Well said," Cooper agreed. "Let's all just start eye-fucking men
who --"

"Eye fucking?" Isaac asked, blushing at the dirty word.

"Like, staring at the crotches and stuff, then smiling at them. Like I
talked about with Dale. Eventually, one of us will hit on the right
guy. When that happens, whoever it happens to has to text the guys and
we'll have another meeting. Ok?"

The boys all nodded and began packing up their stuff.

***

Phil was reading a book on the sofa, but he couldn't concentrate. He kept
losing his place in the book as he glanced up to the window, watching his
step-son's friends climb down from the treehouse one at a time and make
their way through the backyard to the street out front.

"Little sluts, all of `em," he grumbled to himself.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" Cooper's mom asked, not taking her eyes
from the soap opera on the TV in front of her.

"I said looks like they've all gone home," Phil said. "I'll go check on
Cooper and see if he needs help cleaning up."

"You're such a good man," she said, but Phil was already out the door and
making his way across the backyard.

He carefully stepped up the wooden two-by-fours hammered into the tree
trunk. He only had to scale two of them before he was able to pop his head
up through the little trap door.

"Daddy!" Cooper cried, then rushed over to him. They immediately fell into
a deep kiss, which would have been shocking if anyone else had been there
to witness it.

The tall, slim, conservative-looking man cradled the back of his stepson's
tiny head and deepened the kiss, enveloping the boy in his bearded jaw. It
was a wet, sloppy kiss that you only understand if you've seen a horny
young boy make out with an adult man. It's special.

Finally the kiss ended, and Phil said, "How'd it go?" as he muscled himself
up into the treehouse. He had to stay seated once he was in, because the
roof was too short for adults.

"Great!" Cooper said, nuzzling up to his dad. And he began to ramble on
about everything that had happened in the meeting. But he was cut short
soon as his eyes fell to Phil's crotch.

The man was pawing at himself, unable to ignore his throbbing erection any
longer. There was a definite wet spot on his dad khakis, and the full
length of his thick shaft was visible running over toward his waist.

Cooper placed his small hand on his stepdad's bulge and asked innocently,
"Is it ok?"

Frankly, it didn't matter if it was ok. It was happening, but Phil liked to
let the boy think he had control over the situation. "It should be fine,
just a little bit," he said.

Cooper seemed even more excited to free his stepdad's penis than the man
himself. His deft little fingers pulled down the zipper and the waistband
in one movement, and suddenly, player three was in the room.

"Did your meeting get you all hot and bothered, tiger?" the man said as he
patted the boy's mop of hair and lewdly spread his legs. His khakis were
around his ankles now, but he still had on his loafers and the argyle vest
he wore frequently.

"Oh yeah!" Cooper said, as if it wasn't painfully obvious by the way the
boy was handling his meat with both of his tiny fists.

Naturally Cooper was ready to start sucking on the uncut dong in front of
him (of course), but Phil had some restraint and stopped the boy by tapping
his forehead lightly.

"Not yet, just stroke me while you talk."

Cooper looked a little crestfallen, but he was such a good boy. He
continued giving the man an expert handjob while he prattled on about
everything he'd learned about his new friends and their sexual
proclivities.

Even though he had seen it at least a hundred times before, he still
marveled at the way his penis looked while being handled by his slutty
little stepson. Phil was swinging a full 10.5 inches of beer-can cock. It
was such a lewd scene, seeing the little boy pull his frothing foreskin
back and forth over his angry purple mushroom head.

Eventually, all little sluts give in, and finally Phil said it was ok to
start sucking. Though he didn't have to say anything out loud. Just
spreading his legs in the right way was enough of a signal to the boy at
this point, and soon that hungry little vacuum mouth was working him over.

At this point, Phil took some time to reach over and grab the papers the
boys had written up containing their favorite porn scenes and the list of
men they were targeting. Somehow his cock managed to grow even harder and
thicker as he read the filth.

"Damn, you got some really horny boys here," Phil said proudly. "They
should be ready for cock soon."

Cooper paused for a moment, pulling himself off the dick with a loud
suction noise. Strings of precum and cock slime stretched from Phil's
throbbing glands to the boy's lips as he asked, "But if they're ready for
cock, why don't you just fuck them now?"

Phil laughed. "Well, there are a couple reasons for that," he said, sitting
up. "First of all, I'm quite excited to see how your boys do on their own."
And that was true. The idea of setting a bunch of clueless, horny kids out
on a town of unsuspecting men was about the hottest idea he'd ever come up
with.

"But also, I'm not sure all the boys have a hungry little booty like
yours," he said. And with that, he reached forward and grabbed the boy by
his hips, flipping him over so the boy was on all fours.

There it was, his favorite ass in the whole world. He still couldn't
believe he was fucking this hole on the regular. When he'd first met Cooper
and his mom, he'd never even though of being with a guy --let alone
a boy less than half his age. But Cooper had been persistent, and he was
happy he'd ended up marrying the woman. In fact, Cooper was the main reason
he'd married her (though he'd never admit that out loud).

Cooper was cooing as he felt his stepdad's hands moving over his smooth
cheeks.

"Still so tight," he said as he pulled apart the boy's tiny cheeks,
revealing his little pink and hairless hole. "Don't know how ya do it. But
you do."

Cooper wiggled his ass and giggled in response. Then a worried look crossed
his face. "Is it ok, though? What about mommy?"

Phil looked out the window again. The sun was setting, but he could still
see the light from the TV flickering in the window.

"It's ok," he said. "You got me so worked up, I can be quick."

And as if to prove his point, Phil hoisted himself up on his knees, lifted
the boy's ass a few inches higher, and lined up his thick, oozing, veiny
penis with that hungry little hole.

Cooper grunted a bit as the cock pushed forward without warning. He was
still a little lubed up from that morning, but not much. Still, the boy's
hole opened up just fine, and soon he was watching the head of his cock
disappear into the Cooper's hungry pooper.

"Oh, DADDY!" the boy yelled as he felt the adult penis head enter his
rectum. He would have said more, but soon Phil's big hand was over the
boy's mouth to muffle his groans. He was too horny to give the boy time to
adjusted. He needed to be balls deep, now.

Of course, despite Cooper's squealing, Phil knew the boy absolutely loved
the feeling of a huge adult cock taking up as much space as possible inside
him. And he also knew the boy really didn't need much warm-up time before
he could really start pounding.

Soon, the treehouse was filled with the telltale sound of hairy, adult hips
slapping hard against firm, tiny, pale little ass cheeks. Coops was
blissing out at this point, little puppy squeals his only response. Which
was fine with Phil, because he had more reading to do.

He reached over again and grabbed the big sheet of paper that had each
boy's chart of "sexual interests." He took one last look at his fat cock
sliding in and out of the boy's pussy, then spread the sheet of paper
across the boy's back like a tablecloth.

He continued to question the boy as he fucked him senseless.

"Really? Little Isaac said he wanted double penetration more than anything
else?"

"Sebastian actually said he wanted to be a piss pig? I know a good place
for that."

"Ah, I knew it! Of course Theo put BBC at the top of his list. I totally
guessed that, didn't I, Coops?"

This went on for some time, but for the most part, Cooper didn't answer. He
was a little distracted by the fact that his internal organs were being
rearranged by a cock that was simply too large for his little frame.

The sheet of paper fell off the boy's back, because Phil had somehow
managed to gain speed with his thrusts. All this talk about the slutty boys
in the club was making it hard for him to hold out as long as he'd
like. But the wife would start to get suspicious soon.

Phil rolled over on top of the boy. The little naked child could feel the
fuzz of his dad's sweater-vest on his back as Phil growled into his ears,
"Where should I put it, baby boy?"

"D-d-deep!" was all the boy could answer back.

Phil sighed. This was the boy's typical response. The kid just loved
getting seeded.

"Deep it is," Phil said. He let the various images he'd conjured up in the
last 30 minutes wash through his mind. He saw visions of boys fighting for
cock at a gloryhole, an impossibly tight pussy taking two dicks, and a
certain little rich brat getting deep-fucked by thugs.

Then he thought about what he was doing --what power he and Cooper
had over the neighborhood. Cooper and his stepdaddy had concocted this
crazy plan to start a neighborhood sex club. Because of them, at least a
dozen men in this town were about to have the same discovery as him
--little boys are good for sex.

And because of him and Cooper, a number of boys were going to lose their
virginity far too early for this world.

And that's what made him cum.

Phil was kind enough to remember his boy's request as he felt the orgasm
approach. With three rapid-fire thrusts, he was cumming, his oversized cock
lodged as deep as possible. In his mind, he wasn't only seeding his
son... he was seeding the whole goddamn neighborhood.

There was so much cum spurting out of him, and about halfway through his
ejaculation spectacular, the little boy beneath him started to spasm as
well.

"Oh, you gonna join me?" he grunted as he came down from his orgasm juts as
Cooper was reaching the sweaty height of his.

He enjoyed watching the boy squirm, squeal, and sweat as a powerful boygasm
rocked his whole little body. He smiled as the boy rode through it, then
slowly started to come down in a wet little puddle. His softening bloated
cock slipped out of the boy with a pop, and frowned when a glob of his
thick sperm started to slide out. He dutifully popped the glob back into
the boy using the head of his cock (and maybe about half of it too).

"Now," he said, slapping the boy's ass and pulling out of him
unceremoniously. "Let's get you cleaned up and see what Mom's rustled up
for dinner."


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