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## Boy breeding chronicles 3 
Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2022 21:47:07 +0000
From: boyswillbreed <boyswillbreed@proton.me>
Subject: Boy Breeding Chronicles | Chapter 3

Hey guys. I had to take a brief hiatus for personal reasons, but I'm back!
And as a reward, I have a long new chapter for the Boy Breeding Chronicles!

I'd love to reconnect with some of you and hear what you think of this new
chapter. You can reach me here:

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I look forward to hearing from you. Remember to donate to Nifty. And don't
cum until the end!

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My heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest as I took off
out of the bathroom and into the hall. I was still dripping wet from my
shower, and I could feel myself leaving wet footprints on the wood floor as
I made my way as fast as I could (in just a towel) to Joshy's room.

The door to what was supposed to be my son's "safe space" was wide open,
and when I got into the doorframe, I stopped dead in my tracks, trying to
understand what I was seeing in front of me.

Only a few minutes ago, I'd tucked Joshy into his bed, knowing he needed to
rest after everything I'd just put him through. Usually, Josh fell asleep
moments after I closed the door to his room, but the naughty little boy was
no longer safely under his puppy-covered comforter.

Instead, he was on top of them, on his stomach, half hanging off the edge
of it. His waist and legs were still on top of the bed, but his torso and
head were hanging down, his arms so short that his fingers only barely
touched the colorful carpet underneath him.

But Joshy breaking the bedtime rules wasn't the most shocking thing I
saw. That title belonged to the complete stranger who was in my son's
bedroom, standing over my boy's tiny body. He was a thin black man, and
judging by the sound of his voice and his flexing abs, probably wasn't more
than 25 or so.

The intruder was nearly buck naked, save for the silver chain around his
neck, the black ski mask on head, a pair of dirty Air Jordans, and a chunky
black bracelet around his ankle, with a red light blinking on it. An ankle
monitor.

And this stranger was having sex with my little son.

He had both his sneakers squarely planted on either side of my son's hips,
and while squatting over him, he was using one hand to push his large cock
downward. The young man was squatting up and down at a very rapid pace, but
not so fast that I couldn't see just how thick and angry the large brown
log looked as it plunged my son's depths. I also could see that he wasn't
wearing a condom, not that I should have expected anything else given the
events of the night.

"Joshy!" I cried out to my son as I stepped into the room.

The boy craned his neck up to look at me. The boy's face was pink with
stress, and tears were streaming out of his big green eyes and down his
cheeks. His hair was sweaty and matted to his head, and the look in his
eyes broke my heart.

"Daddy!" he cried out. "Ugh! Help! Ugh! Me!"

I leaped into action, taking two quick steps across the room, my fist
pulled back ready to sock the guy in the face. But then I caught the look
in his eyes, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Though I couldn't see the
man's full face, his eyes were enough to tell me that he was dangerous.

"I wouldn't if I were you," he said, not stopping his thrusts for even a
heartbeat. "You stop this, and your boy is off to the breeding
camps. Tonight."

I swallowed hard. Was he serious? Given everything I'd learned about the
government tonight, it wouldn't surprise me if that was true.

"I---please... you're hurting him!"

The man just kept spearing his long cock down into my son. I stared as it
came in and out---the head of it wasn't visible, but I could make out the
thick, pulsating veins on the wide shaft.

"He just needs me to break him in," the man said, and then as if to prove
his point, began to pile drive my little boy even faster.

"Ooooh nooo!" Joshy wailed as he took the second fucking of his life, in
less than an hour. "Please! I can't!"

"Yes you can, faggot," the man spat through clenched teeth. "You ain't got
no choice."

I dropped my fist to my side, then fell down to my knees at the foot of the
bed. I cupped Joshy's face in my hands.

"D-daddy?" he said in a strained voice. "Can't you... help me?"

I felt tears rushing to my own eyes as I looked at my little boy
directly. And though it felt incredibly cowardly, all I could say was,
"It's ok, Joshy. It... it will be over soon."

I had no idea if that was true, but I knew the boy's tight hole had made me
cum pretty quick, and I could only hope this guy was the same. I stayed
where I was for the next few minutes, cooing to my boy and trying my best
to comfort him as the man continued to pile drive the poor thing.

It was quite the chorus---my soft words of encouragement mixing with the
man's filthy fuck-crazed vocabulary.

"Take this BBC little fag baby!"

"It's ok son, just a little more!"

"Stop crying, bitch. Your daddy can't help you now!"

"You're doing so good, son. Just hold on."

"Gonna churn up your dad's load in your cunt until it cums out dat little
mouth!"

As much as I tried to concentrate on my boy, I couldn't help but
occasionally---ok more than occasionally---marvel at exactly what was going
on in his rear end.

I'm proud of my thick, long cock---after all, if I didn't have it, I
wouldn't have been designated as a breeding option for my kid. But this
cock---Jesus! Such a skinny guy had no right carrying around all that dark
meat. What really disturbed me was how the head of the man's cock never
appeared. I couldn't even see it tugging on my boy's battered little pussy
lips. Though that may have been because the man was making good on his
word, truly churning up the load I'd so carefully planted in my son
earlier. The white froth of it all covered the man's thick cock, and I
started to feel sick, knowing this CRIMINAL cock was removing my own seed.

I had half a mind to knock the man off my boy and give him my cock
again. Surely the government wouldn't object to that? But I had a desire
that was only slightly stronger than that---to see the cock that was
battering my son's womb.

"Can I..." I stuttered. "Can I see... the whole thing?"

The man paused on the downward thrust, so that the only part of his cock
that was visible was the base, covered wiry pubes that I could see sticking
to my son's increasingly slimy sphincter.

The man looked at me, the crazy gaze still there. "You wanna see this cock
that's rearranging your kid?" he asked.

I nodded my head shakily.

"Come up here and get a good look."

He didn't have to ask me twice. I gave Josh one more gentle kiss on his
sweaty forehead, not able to look at his eyes as I abandoned him to crawl
up onto the bed. I let the towel fall away so I could straggle myself over
the boy's lower back, facing the man.

The stranger reached forward and put his hand on the back of my head,
shoving me down so that my nose was inches from where his cock was entering
my child. At this angle, I could see how Josh's stretched little baby hole
was spasming intensely at the intrusion.

"Watch this shit," the man said. Then slowly, he began to rise, raising his
cock out of him. It was like watching a slow-moving train---it just kept
coming and coming, more and more of that thick, rock-hard black meat,
withdrawing from places that I knew I'd never reached with my son. Never
could reach.

But still I couldn't look away---not only because he was holding me in
place. I was waiting with bated breath for the end of it to
appear. Finally, after what I would guess was at least a full foot of cock,
I saw the hole began to tug.

This elicited a high-pitched scream from Josh, which ripped my heart open
again, but I didn't dare look away as the man tugged, trying to free
himself. And then finally---POP. There it was the froth-covered pink head
of the cock that had been so deep in my child. A string of ass juice clung
to it as it bobbed over my son's gaping hole, indifferent to the pathetic
site of a tender boy hole trying to get back into shape.

After staring at it for what felt like hours, the man grunted, "You like
what you see?"

I looked up at him and could only nod again.

"Want me to breed him?"

I nodded again.

"Say it."

I swallowed hard.

"SAY IT."

"BREED HIM!" I shouted. "Please... bareback my son and squirt your cum in
him. Please!"

"That's what I thought," the man said. "Lube me up and put me back in."

"M-me?" I stammered.

"Yeah, who else? The fuck slut ain't. So, lube me the fuck up."

"Where's the lube?" I asked.

The man only grinned, and then I saw it. Joshy's winking hole had kindly
provided the lube for us, in the form of a glob of what I assume was my own
seeming dropping out from the bruised cunt lips.

Shakily, I lifted my hand and caught the glob. Then I looked up at the man.

"Get it nice and wet and Imma bust."

I nodded. Then stealing myself, I reached forward and for the first time in
my life, grabbed another man's erect penis. I moved both my hands up and
down, spreading my own cum across it as best I could. I could only hope
that at least this way, some of my cum would end up as deep in the kid as
this man could get.

"That's in. Now put it back in."

"Daddy... please... no more!" Josh wailed.

"I'm... I'm sorry son," I whimpered. Then I lined the man's cock up against
the hole, and using my hand to pull on the base, helped the man push until
he was back in the kid.

I only had to help him get the head in before he said, "Dat's it, fuck
yeah," and began to push the rest of him into the squealing little boy.

After that, it didn't take long. The man started to move his hips faster
than he had before. I knew he was approaching orgasm, so I moved my head
down again, wanting to be as close as possible for the moment.

"Here I come!" he shouted. "Gonna nut up this white pussy good! You ready,
daddy? I'm seeding your bitch! AHHHH!"

I watched in shock as the man's thick cock grew even thicker, then began to
pulsate wildly.

"Oh God! Oh my god!" Joshy cried out as he felt the man thrust as deep into
him as possible and unleash his seed.

I could see the dick pulsating as it emptied into my child. In my mind, I
could imagine all of that thick, white sperm squirting out of that fat cock
head and deep into unfamiliar spaces in my son's guts. I imagine the sperm
squirting all over his internal organs---perhaps even his ovaries, which in
boys like him are apparently up near their sternum.

"Fucking PUMPING this kid full of cum, yeah. This will get him pregnant
with some black babies, don't you worry," the man said, pulling my chin up
to look at him.

"Did he----did he do it?" Josh asked through tears.

I got up off my own son and dropped to the carpet, taking his small
trembling hand in mine and looking him in the eye. "He did, son. He bred
you."

Joshy sniffled. "Oh. Ok." He seemed oddly at peace with the idea of a
stranger seeding him, despite the trauma that had clearly been done to his
little body.

"Oh!" Joshy squeaked as the man began to withdraw from his cunt. I looked
up again to watch that black mamba snake its way out of my son, finally
pulling out with a pop that was so loud, I could hear it even over Joshy's
whimpers.

Within minutes, the man had grabbed his gran sweatpants and white wife
beater, which I hadn't noticed crumpled on top of the stuffed toys that had
been thrown down onto the ground by the bed.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "Good fuck. Hope it works."

And then the man, his ankle monitor, and the giant cock was gone. I never
saw his face or learned his name---and neither had Joshy. But despite that,
the man had kindly left his sperm behind in my son, and they were probably
now swimming deeper into the kid, in search of an egg to fertilize. An egg
that my gut told me really wasn't there, no matter what the government
said.

"Daddy," Joshy said when he heard the man close the door. "That was
scary. Why---why didn't you help me?"

"I---" What could I say? I hadn't acted---hadn't even tried to stop the
man, just because of the look in his eyes. "It's... necessary, baby," I
said, trying to make my voice as calm as I could, despite the fact that I
felt like crying myself. "You remember what they taught you in school. We
have to do this, even if it's scary and painful, because it will help save
the whole world."

"But why can't they do it to other boys?" Joshy squeaked, slowly crawling
up to lay back at the top of his bed. I began to tuck him in again.

"They do," I said. "Lots of boys who are special like you."

"I'm... special?" Joshy asked.

"Yes," I said. "You know that. You're my special boy. You always have
been. But now, you're special to the whole country and the whole world
too."

This didn't exactly cheer him up, but it did seem to comfort him some. He
was sleepy---it was so late at night, and the boy had been through so much
already.

I leaned forward to kiss him on the head. "You need to get some sleep now,
son," I said. "Don't worry. It will all feel better in the morning. It's
like when you have those bad dreams---it's scary when it's happening, but
you can calm down once it's over." I had no idea if that was true, but I
was tired myself and wanted the boy to go to sleep so I could pass out.

He nodded, but already his eyes were drooping. So I stood and walked out,
shutting off the light and telling him I loved him. I padded back down the
hall to the bathroom to get my phone so I could charge it before I slept.

But as soon as I picked it up, my stomach did a flip. There was another
pink notification on my phone, from Seedy. And the words were horrifying.

"You have 10 minutes to select your son's next breeder." Sent 6 minutes
ago.

"Fuck, fuck! No!" I whispered at the phone, careful not to wake Joshy. Not
that it mattered---according to Seedy, having more raw sex with strangers
was more important to his health than a good night's sleep.

I wasn't going to let this happen again---let Seedy choose for
me. Obviously, the AI behind this app was twisted. There was no way they
should have sent that man---a dangerous criminal with a fucking deadly
weapon---as his first breeder.

If the app wanted me to choose, then I would choose someone safer. Someone
who wouldn't hurt my sweet little boy.

I swiped up to open my phone and pulled up the app. I tapped the small Bull
icon on the bottom of the screen and was met with a grid of smiling faces
and naked torsos. I had only glanced at this screen briefly before, because
it disgusted me so. But now, I was struck by just how many men there were,
apparently all within 50 or 60 miles of our home at most.

And what a diverse crowd, too. I guess these so-called bulls come in all
shapes in sizes. I saw skinny men who looked like they couldn't be much
older than 18 or 19. I saw men with gray beards and kindly, grandfatherly
smiles. I saw big, beefy, hairy bellies that looked like they belonged at
truck stops.

As I looked through, I grew more and more frustrated with the app. These
bull profiles were so fucking pointless. Sure, they showed me a few
pictures of each man's face and body. But no cock pics! I never thought I'd
ever want to look at another man's cock, but now I was praying that there
would be an app update that would give me a glimpse at what these men were
packing.

I wanted to pick someone with a less insane cock. Someone my boy could at
least try to handle. But with no cock picks, I could only go on what they
looked like and what their write up said.

When Seedy told me I only had two minutes left, I decided to speed it up
and choose one of the men I'd been considering.

The profile name was PeaceChief, a 35-year-old who was a few towns away. My
guess would be he lived over near the Native American reservation, based on
his looks and write up. He had brownish-red skin and long, jet-black hair
that he tied in two neat, thin braids that fell to his shoulders.

I couldn't ignore the fact that this man had actively set up a profile on
this horrific app, but at least he had a kind, handsome smile. His body
pics showed a fit frame---not as thin as the last guy, but no beefcake
either. Smooth and toned like a swimmer almost.

But what really made me choose this guy was his write up. It was short, and
read:

"Chill, friendly, fun. I'm all about peace free love, and positive
energy. Gentle guy looking to relax with the right boy. He'll love it, I
promise." He finished it off with a cheeky little winky emoji.

"I guess you'll have to do," I said sadly, pausing for a moment with my
finger above the screen before I tapped the "CHOOSE THIS BREEDER" button at
the bottom. As soon as I did, that horrible little cartoon Seedy filled the
screen.

"Great! Your son's next breeder, PEACECHIEF, has been notified. He'll be
over soon! Until he's finished, the rest of the app will be unlocked. So
you can go relax!"

Yeah, right. Relax, knowing that this stranger was on his way over right
now to have sex with my little boy. What a fucking joke.

If I was right and the man lived on the reservation, it would take him
about 20 minutes to drive over. I spent those 20 minutes trying not to
panic, wondering how the hell I was going to break the news to my little
boy that he had to have sex again, for the third time in a row, on the
night he'd had his cherry popped.

My heart started racing when I heard a gentle knock on the door. By this
time, I'd managed to put on my pajama pants and an old gray t-shirt with my
college logo on it. With no other choice, I went downstairs and opened the
door.

The man from the app was standing there, smiling that big white grin. He
had the same hairstyle from his photos and looked to be just about as fit
as he presented himself online. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a big
rainbow peace symbol on it, and a pair of well-fitting blue jeans. He had a
small green backpack on.

"Is this Joshy's house?" he asked. God, he knew my son's name, but I didn't
know his.

"Uh, yes."

"Great!" the man said, smiling even bigger. Then he stepped right into my
house without asking, looking around. "Where is he?"

"Now hold on," I said. "I... this is his first night."

"I know," he said. "We get notifications about that kind of thing." He
shrugged. "Probably why your kid's been so popular. I was number 57 in the
queue!"

"Fifty--seven?!?! There are 57 men who want to..."

"Yep," the man said. "I mean, he's a cutie. And virgin kids are
popular. Wish the app had chosen me to go first. Nice house you have here,
by the way." The man headed over to the couch and plopped down.

"I--uh... thanks?" And then, bizarrely, I heard myself ask him, "Can I get
you anything?"

"Got any beer?" the guy asked with a smile.

"Uh... yes. I have some in the fridge."

"I'll take a beer," he said. "Where do you want me to do it?"

The way this man chatted so casually with me, while also throwing in
references to what he planned to do to my son, was maddening.

But also, that question had me thinking. I had more choice in this. Seedy
was right. It was better when I had some control. So... where did I want
Joshy to take his next breeding? Certainly not in his room again. That was
a sacred place. As was my bedroom.

"Uh... how about in here?" I asked, gesturing around to the living room
around us. I guessed it was as good a place as any.

The man looked around, thinking this over. "Yeah, that works. I can use
this couch for starters."

"For starters?" I stammered.

"Yeah. We gotta find out what position your kid likes, anyway."

"I---he doesn't like any position! He's just a kid."

"Oh, trust me," the man said. "All kids have preferences when it comes to
sex. Their bodies tell us, man, even if their lips can't." He squinted at
me, as if I should be impressed by his wisdom. And to be honest, I kind of
was.

"Why don't you go get me that beer?" the man said. "And then get me your
son down here."

I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to get out of his house. But I could
almost hear Seedy in my head telling me that it wouldn't matter, that he'd
just send someone horrible to do the job instead.

So hanging my head in shame, I headed into the kitchen, grabbed two beers
(one for myself), and came back in to hand him the bottle. He thanked me
politely, and we stared at each other for a moment before he raised his
eyebrows, reminding me of what else he had ordered.

I hated having no choice, but what else could I do? So I headed back
upstairs and creeped into Joshy's dark room.

I could hear his tiny breaths rising and falling as he slept. Gently I
walked over to him and stroked his cheek until his eyes fluttered over.

"Sorry to wake you, baby boy," I cooed. "There's... there's someone who
wants to see you?"

Joshy looked confused, having just woken up. "Who, daddy?" he asked
innocently.

"A... another one."

Josh stared at me blankly for a moment, and then his eyes went wide as he
realized what I meant.

"What?" he said, panic rising in his voice. "Another... man? Why?"

"I guess... I guess you have to do one more tonight, baby."

Immediately tears welled in his eyes. "No, daddy! I can't! It hurst!"

"I know, baby," I said, petting his hair. "But you have to be brave, for
daddy, ok?"

He sniffled and protested some more, but just like me, he really had no
choice. So once he'd calmed down as much as he was going to, I reached into
bed and scooped him into my arms.

"Daddy, what's that smell?" Joshy asked as we stepped into the hallway.

Fuck. I knew that smell, but of course Joshy wouldn't recognize the flowery
odor of dank weed. This man, this intruder, was smoking up in my house.

"It's nothing, Joshy. Don't worry about it."

When we made it back into the living room, my fears were confirmed. The man
was sitting there now, having stripped down to just a small pair of black
briefs. Between his knees he cradled a large glass bong, covered in
stickers of rainbows and pot leaves and peace signs and animals. He was
taking a huge rip just as we walked in, sucking the white smoke into his
lungs and letting it out proudly, like a dragon. The room was filled with
the bluish smoke, in fact.

"We don't smoke in this house," I said angrily as we came into view. The
man's handsome grin was decidedly goofier than it had been before, and his
eyes were bloodshot.

"Sorry," he said. "But I always smoke before I bang."

"Jesus," I muttered.

I could feel Joshy's little fingers digging into me, his tiny legs wrapped
around me. He was still completely naked, and I hoped none of the cum would
leak out of him as I set his protesting body down on the carpet in front of
the man. I would hate him to see my son like that. Not that he'd care---but
for some reason I did.

"Well," the man said. "You must be Joshy. Even cuter than your photos."

Joshy stared up at the stranger---the second one to visit him tonight---and
though he still was trembling with anxiety, I could see the man's smile
having an effect on him. He relaxed, ever so slightly, and nodded.

"Well, you're even cuter than you look on the app." The man rubbed at his
crotch as he said this, pawing at a bulge large enough to give me serious
concern.

I looked at Joshy, who was blushing at the compliment. I found myself
blushing, too.

"Have you been taking cock tonight like a good boy?" the man asked.

Joshy nodded again. then lit up the stinky green weed in his bong again and
took another hit.

"Hey!" I shouted as he blew the thick smoke into my child's face. "He
doesn't need that!"

"He actually does," the man said through a cough. "Trust me, it helps."

I wondered if that was true. Weed certainly made me relax, and horny. I
don't do it as much anymore. But what effect would it have on my kid?

I didn't need to wait long to find out. Just that one puff, and Joshy's
eyes started to glaze over. He sat a bit lower on the floor, seeming to
relax a bit more.

"How many cocks have you taken up your little cunt, baby boy?" the native
American man asked.

Joshy held up two of his tiny fingers.

"Wooowwww," the man said gently, as if Joshy was bragging about being able
to go down the slide by himself. "That's a lot. And were they big?"

"Oh yes," Joshy said. His voice sounded strange---a little huskier, though
still high pitched.

"And who were these nice men who gave you so much dick?"

"They weren't nice!" Joshy shouted, then seemed to remember I was in the
room. He looked up at me sheepishly. "Well, my daddy is nice. But his cock
still hurt. And the second man was a black guy and he was so big and scary!
He really..."

"He really what?" the man prodded.

"He really... f-fucked me hard."

It hurt to hear my sweet little boy say something so filthy, but there
really was no other way to describe it.

"Well, don't worry," the man said, taking a swig of beer. I'd nearly
finished mine, watching this scene. "I'm not gonna be mean when I fuck
you."

Tears welled up in Joshy's eyes. "B-but you are going to do it?"

"Oh yes," the man said, still smiling that friendly smile as he grabbed his
bulge, which was now snaking down his leg of his tight jeans. It looked as
thick as the bong in his hand, and already far longer. "I'm gonna fuck
you," he said. "But I'm gonna give you some choice in the matter."

"Choice?" Joshy said, perking up. "I choose not to do it!"

The man laughed at this. "Well, that's not really a choice," he said. "But
I'll let you choose position."

"P-position?" my son asked, his innocent green eyes wide.

"Come sit in my lap, and I'll explain," the man said, patting his lap.

Josh hesitated for a moment, then rose to his feet and sat on the man's
lap. Even though they weren't doing anything, it was still so obscene to
see my tiny, skinny, naked little boy sitting on top of that large pipe in
the man's shorts.

"Now," the man said, patting the boy gently on the back. "Tell me, what
position did the two men who fucked you have you in? Were you on your
tummy? Your back?"

Josh screwed up his face, rethinking the ordeal he went through. "Well,
daddy had me on my back with my legs up by my head! And the other man had
me on me on my tummy hanging off the bed as he was on top of me."

"I see," the man said. "You know, there are lots of other positions you
might like more. Here, put your mouth right here like you're sucking a
lollipop." The man pointed to the top of his glass bong.

"Wait a minute!" I said. "NO WAY. You're to fuck up my son's hole, not his
brain!"

"Chill, man," the Indian said. "It's all good." And then, as if that was
all the excuse he needed, he pulled out the lighter and pushed Joshy's head
down to the pipe.

My obedient little boy struggled to wrap his lips around the piece.

"Now, take a deep breath and keep breathing until I'm done, ok?" the man
said.

Joshy couldn't' answer, but the man didn't need a response. He just lit the
weed, and the bong began to fill with smoke.

"So your daddy did you missionary, and the other man was on top of you. But
that means you haven't tried doggie--I love that one. That's when you
you're on all fours like a dog, and I'm behind you. Or maybe you want to
ride it---that could be fun! You sit on my lap just like you are now, and
let it slide into you at your own pace until it's all the way in. Or we
could try it standing up---you're definitely small enough for me to
hold. Or I could lay you sidewise right here on your couch and put my
babies into you that way. So, what'll it be?"

Then the man pulled up the little piece holding the weed, and my boy, with
no warning, had his tiny lungs filled with acrid pot smoke.

To say my boy had a coughing fit would be an understatement. I'd never seen
him hack the way he was, his face and eyes red, drool coming out of his
face as he tried to cope with the smoke. Fuck. He must be so stoned. I
can't believe I just let that happen!

The man kindly patted the boy on the back. "Can't decide, huh?" he
said. "Ok, let's try all three!"

Josh shook his head no, but the man ignored him and set him down on the
carpet. Then he turned to me. "Does he suck?"

"Yes," I said, way too quickly. "I mean, uh, he did with me for a bit."

"Good," the man said, setting my still-coughing boy down on the floor
again. "Let's have a look at what you're working with tonight, boy."

All eyes were on the man's crotch as he fumbled with his jeans zipper. I
couldn't look away, and neither could my son, whose coughing was staring to
subside.

"Oh my goodness," Joshy said as the man revealed what he had.

"Fuck," I echoed.

The man just smiled, gripping his fat brown cock by the base and waving it
around a bit. This guy's meat wasn't quite as long as the one that had just
bred my son, but his penis made up for that with girth.

Joshy and I are both mesmerized as this stranger slowly tugs his stretchy
foreskin up and down, revealing an already sticky cockhead that is a sharp,
contrasting pink when compared to the dark brown huge of his baby maker.

"Come get some cock, baby boy. Hey buddy, can I get another drink and some
poppers? The strong ones."

"Uh hold on, no. I need to supervise."

"It'll be fine."

"Ok," I said for some reason, and even more explicably, I walked out of the
room into the kitchen to get another beer, taking a couple shots of whiskey
to calm my nerves. My cock was throbbing in my PJ bottoms, but I tried to
ignore that.

When I came back into the room, the energy had shifted slightly. My child
was now closer in between the man's spread thighs, getting a closer look at
the third adult cock he'd ever seen.

"Wooow," I heard him marvel as he wrapped his hands around the base of it
and began to stroke. He didn't even notice me as I stood there staring, but
the man ChiefPeacePipe did.

"Thanks," he said, taking the beer from me and guzzling a bit. "Poppers?"

"Oh, uh, right," I said. Why the fuck was I being such an obedient little
bitch? I didn't know, but I knew I needed to get this man what he
wanted. So I headed up stairs into Joshy's room to get the poppers we'd
opened earlier in the night.

As I came back down the stairs, I heard the sound of the bong, and
something else. It was Joshy's voice, sort of. I could hear little
whimpering sounds, along with some slurping, smacking of lips, and more
than a few chokes.

I rushed into the room just as our "friend" was blowing a huge puff of weed
smoke into my little boy's face. If that bothered Joshy, he didn't
react. He was too busy trying to stuff the man's oversized mule cock into
his face hole.

My little guy had to get up on his knees to get enough height so he could
put the stranger's oversized adult donger in his mouth. But the Indian
wasn't satisfied with just a head suck. The hand not holding the bong was
holding my only child's head, shoving it down until the boy was positively
throating the cock.

I was thankful for the shot I'd taken, because the booze helped me cope
with the messy scene in front of me. It was so hard to watch the slime pour
out of my son's mouth and down the large cock he was dealing with like a
waterfall. I felt like a failed parent as I rubbed my cock in my PJ
bottoms, leaking prefuck juice at the sound of my son struggling for air as
the penis invaded his throat.

After a few minutes of skull fucking, the man pulled the boy off his dick
and said, "That's enough. Don't wanna nut in your mouth by accident."

My boy could only cough and gag and hack in response.

"So," the man said, taking another huge bong rip and blowing it into my
son's face again. "What position are we starting with?"

To my surprise, when Joshy finished his coughing spell, he managed to say
in his tiny voice, "Doggie, I guess?"

"Good choice!" PeaceChief said, rising to his feet and making quick work of
getting my little boy into position.

My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest as I watched him
put Josh on all fours right there on the carpet in front of the couch. He
pushed down on the boy's lower back, helping my kid stick out his ass for
his next breeding.

Not knowing what else to do, I took a seat on the couch to watch. I didn't
want to watch, but I also couldn't take my eyes away as yet another
stranger took his place behind my poor little boy's used and abused cunt.

"Damn, he's been a busy boy," the man says as he gets his first good look
at Joshy's used hole. It's still tight and unbelievably pink, but this man
must have seen enough boy hole to know that it's far more puffy and swollen
than it was before this nightmare all began.

Kneeling behind the boy, the man slaps his wet, brown, uncut meat against
my boy's trembling hole for a minute. Even though I know the whole point of
this is to breed my child, it still looks so obscene to see the man
preparing to plunder my boy's insides completely raw.

"Daddy?" Josh squeaks, turning his head to me.

"Yes, baby boy?" I say, fighting back tears.

"Can I have some more of that... sniffy stuff?"

For some reason, I look to the stranger for confirmation that he's ok with
me drugging up my boy even more than he is already, this time with
poppers. PeaceChief gives me a nod and a smile, and I fumble to get the
poppers off the table and unscrew it for my boy. I lean forward to hand it
to him, and his tiny hands take it and hold it up to his nose, taking some
big hits before he hands it back to me.

With Josh completely bonkers on extra-strength poppers, the man apparently
feels it's all good to enter the boys innards. With a wet squish, he pushes
forward, and I watch in horror as the thick head and several inches of the
man's foreskin disappear into my boy.

"Ahhhh oh god!" Joshy squeals as we both come to the realization that this
man isn't fucking around (well, I guess he is, literally, but not
figuratively). Because despite knowing that Joshy is on his first night
ever of breeding, the man doesn't stop there.

"Ahhh yeah, still tight," the man moans as he continues to push his hips
forward. I want to scream at him to stop, but I can only rub myself through
my PJs as I watch this stranger slide all the way forward, until his hips
are flush with my little boy's pale white cheeks.

"Fuck!" I shout over Joshy's yelps, as I watch the man bottom out in my
only son.

I'm sure Joshy is hoping, like I am, that the man will give him at least a
moment to adjust. But that doesn't seem to be the ChiefPeace way. Instead,
the man grips Joshy's narrow hips and stars a steady pumping action---not
super fast, but certainly too fast for a child who has only recently
mastered the ABCs.

"Now THIS is how we fuck doggy style," the man says through his big stoner
grin. Soon my living room is filled with the sound of little boy cheeks
getting clapped as the man pushes his cock in and out of my child's
innards.

This goes on for a while, until Josh manages to stop shouting and asks
politely, "More sniffy stuff, please?"

I'm there in a second with the bottle of poppers, roughly shoving it under
my boy's nose to get him all poppered up for that big Indian cock. This
seems to calm the boy down, until his screams are just grunts and squeals.

After a few minutes of this, I watch with alarm as PeaceChief pulls all the
way out and slaps my boy's trembling ass.

"Ok, what position next?"

"I---I need to lay down," Joshy manages to say in a breathy voice.

"Sounds good!" the stranger says enthusiastically.

I'm impressed at how quickly he can get my boy into the next position. He
shoos me off my own couch, and then lays Josh down the length of it, and
gets behind him, in the same position I've cuddled my son in when we watch
one of his cartoons before bed.

But there's nothing so innocent going on with my boy and this man. I kneel
on the floor, looking into my son's eyes as the man adjusts himself, and
then slides right back in.

"Oooh fuck!" Joshy shouts as he feels that long Indian cock stretching him
in new ways. I swear I can see it bulging in his stomach!

"Language," I reprimand my son for some reason, then push his sweaty hair
out of his eyes and hold the poppers up to his nose.

My guess is that our new "friend" isn't as big of a fan of this position,
because after a few minutes, he's out again and standing up. "Now what?" he
asks my boy.

"S-standing?" Joshy says. I'm impressed that he's able to remember all
these options.

"Nice," the Chief says. He pauses to take another huge bong rip, and gives
Joshy another one too---and the boy coughs a lot less this time as he's led
over to the wall by the stairs.

I look over the back of the couch, and my boy almost completely vanishes
from my view as the man stands behind him. But I don't need to see my son
to know when that cock reenters him---Joshy's wails let me know that he's
taking cock again.

I can't help but notice that his cries are less pained than before. Is he
getting used to it somehow? Instead of screaming, he's almost moaning in
time with the man's thrusts, which are significantly faster now that the
man is getting worked up.

I watch the man's firm brown butt flex over and over as he thrusts his raw
cock into my baby boy. He's moving so fast now, the school portraits of
Joshy on the wall above him begin to rattle, and then his most recent photo
falls to the ground with a crash.

Neither of the sex partners seem to notice until two more fall to the
ground. At that point, the man announces proudly, "I'm getting close. Let's
finish up with the last one."

I'm racking my brain trying to remember what the last one could be. But I'm
reminded when the man leads Joshy back over to the couch, and he takes a
seat next to me. He smiles at me as he holds his cock up straight, wagging
a bit.

"Come climb on this and show your daddy how good you can take it," he says
invitingly to my boy.

Josh and I both stare at his cock for a moment, trying to figure out how to
proceed. But without a word, Joshy seems to get the idea. He steps up onto
the couch, facing the man, looking nervous.

"It's ok, Joshy," I say to the boy comfortingly. "It will be over soon."

"Not too soon," the man says hopefully. "He's gotta get all the way down
and milk it out. You can do it, kiddo. Squat down for that load."

I give my child one more big hit of poppers in both nostrils, and it seems
to make his knees weak. Which is just as well, because he needs to start
lowering himself down.

I have a front frow seat as I watch his little ass cheeks part for the big
pole beneath him. He rests on top of the slimy head for a moment, looking
from me to the man and back again.

"Go on," the man and I say in unison.

Joshy screws up his face, and with a yelp, lets that cock head slip into
him one more time. He's breathing like he's in lamauz classes, but seems to
relax when the kind man rubs his back gently. This coaxes my little guy to
go further, and I wince watching his tiny hole somehow swallow that thick
dark meat (again).

"That's my boy," he said. "All the way down." And to accentuate his point,
the man puts both his hands on my son's shoulders and gives him a
motivational push.

"Ahhh, wait!" Joshy screams, but it's too late. Perhaps I've poppered him
up too much, because his little legs can't seem to support his weight
anymore. Before I know it, he's sitting all the way down on the man's large
fuck stick, so all I can see are the hairy brown balls hanging out of my
son's hole like a Christmas decoration.

For what seems like an hour, but in reality is probably only a minute or
so, a heavy silence falls over the room as all three of us consider what
should happen next. I begin to reach forward, deciding enough is
enough. I'm just about to grab my son's waist and pull him off the monster
cock inside him, but just as I'm about to touch him, something changes. The
muscles in my son's small legs tighten, and his impossibly small feet press
hard against the couch cushions, as slowly he begins to rise.

My jaw nearly hit the floor as I watched that column of Native American
cock make a slow reappearance in the living room. My little guy's red and
swollen pussy looked like it was screaming as it allowed more of the dick
out. It took so long before finally I could see the man's thick cock head
tug at the boy's sphincter.

He hovered there for a moment, and then his legs seemed to give out
again. He let out a whimper as he tumbled back down. Though it had taken
several minutes for the boy to get up to that cock head, his hole managed
to gobble up the stranger's dick again in less than a second.

"Oh fuck yeah," the man moaned. "That's it. Milk it out of me."

My special little guy didn't need any more direction than that. Soon he was
rising up again, only to slam back down on it through his own will. It took
a few rounds of that before my son was able to stop screaming, and to my
surprise, start his dirty talk.

"It's so deep!" the boy exclaimed when the man was entirely inside him.

"Oh yeah," the man said. "Is that where you want my cum? Real deep?"

"Yes please," my boy said politely. "I want you to shoot that... c-cum?
Please fuck it into me!"

"Joshy," I said. "Language!"

But I may as well have been a million miles away. Josh paid me no mind as
he started to pick up the pace, doing all the work himself as the man sat
back with his arms behind his head.

"That's it boy," the man said. "Keep going. Faster."

Josh had no problem with that command. He was moving at such a pace, I
could barely acknowledge the massive dick inside him before he sat back
down on it again.

"Give it to me!" Josh howled in a voice I didn't recognize. "I need it!
Please cum in me! Please shoot that stuff deep into my cunt!"

The man began to buck his hips as he said, "You got it, kiddo. Here it
comes."

Josh anticipated this by slamming himself all the way down again. "Do it!"

"Ohhhh fuck! I'm gonna knock you up NOW!" Those were the man's last
intelligible words, soon replaced by a deep moaning as his low-hanging
balls suddenly became tight in their sack. I watched them pulsate in rhythm
with the man's grunts, knowing full well that the contents of those hairy
Indian nuts were dumping out somewhere around my son's esophagus.

"Ooooh yes," Joshy said, wrapping his arms around the man's neck as he held
on for dear life. "Make me pregnant."

Despite Joshy's plea, the volume of cum plus gravitational force worked
against his impregnation. Or perhaps his little cunt was just so full of
semen that it simply couldn't hold in anymore. Several thick, creamy globs
of Native Sperm oozed out around the cock buried deep inside him.

I watched in shock as the man finished his orgasm, but Joshy kept
riding. "That's enough now, son," I said, but he either didn't hear me or
didn't care. He kept raising up about halfway up the cock, then sliding
back down, turning the man's spunk and his own pussy juices into a thick,
white froth.

I couldn't believe that it was actually my son's top who put a stop to the
fucking. Joshy seemed like he could have kept going for a long time, but
eventually the man couldn't take anymore. In one swift movement, he placed
his hands under my son's hairless armpits, and lifted the writing child up
off his cock, letting it flop wetly in the air.

He set the boy on the couch and got up to get dressed. Like many men, now
that he'd got his nut out, he was in a hurry to leave.

He smiled at me sheepishly as he dressed, then said, "Thanks. That was
fun. I'll look for you guys online."

And then he disappeared out our front door and into the night.

I turned back to my son, who lay stretched out on the couch, taking deep
breaths of air. I watched his tiny stomach rise and fall, his rib cage
throwing, trying to wrap my head around what he must be going through.

I rushed over to him and knelt down, pushing his sweaty hair back from his
forehead. "Joshy, are you ok? That was... intense."

He looked at me like I'd asked a silly question, and flashed his adorable
smile. "I'm ok Daddy... except..."

"Except what, baby?" I asked. "You can ask me anything. I know this has
been tough for you."

Slowly Josh raised his legs in the air, holding them back so his battered
little hole was on display. "Some came out, Daddy." He sniffled, looking
sad as he peered at me through his legs. "I wont' get pregnant if it comes
out."

"Oh..." I said, at a loss for words.

"Can you get it back in?"

"Oh son..."

"Please Daddy," he whined. "My counselor at school said it's not good if
the cum stuff is in the air for too long."

How could I deny him when he was so sweet, so polite? So against my better
judgement, I moved my hand down to his ass. Using my middle finger, I began
to push globs of semen toward his bruised pucker. Fuck, my kid was a
mess. I tried to imagine whose sperm I was swirling around like
fingerpaints, but it was impossible to know. So many men had been in
him. Was any of mine even left?

Josh held eye contact with me once I got the globs of cum up near his
hole. Unlike before, when I'd first taken it, the hole was now winking
open. No surprises there, given what had been happening all night. But it
was still shocking to see such a gape---small as it was---on such a tiny
boy.

"Here it goes," I said, looking squarely in his eyes. Then I pushed my
cum-covered finger into his ass.

Joshy let out a high-pitched moan as he felt my finger enter his love
tunnel. I was immediately shocked at how welcoming the hole was. The
resistance I'd battered through earlier tonight was gone, replaced by a
hunger that was alarming. I hated to admit it, but the warm, wet orifice
felt more like a pussy than anything else.

There was plenty more mess to put inside him, and Josh held his legs
patiently. If my finger was out of him too long, he'd encourage me, saying,
"Get it all in, Daddy. None outside." It was fucked up.

This went on for a while, until just when I was pushing the last few drops
into him, we were both distracted by a horrible sound---the telltale sound
of a notification from the HomeBreederz app.

Josh and I stared at each other for a moment, and then I went over to the
coffee table and picked up my phone.

"Fuck," I said.

"What is it, Daddy?"

"This can't be happening."

"Another one?" Did I hear hopefulness in his voice? No, that couldn't
be. He must be so exhausted. He'd never stayed up this late before.

"It says we have 7 minutes to choose. Fuck. How an I choose?"

I felt a small, warm hand on mine.

"Daddy?" Josh said, putting his legs down and looking at me with big puppy
eyes. "Can... can I choose?"

"W-what?" I said, totally shocked by this question.

"Can I choose the next one? Like the man said... I get to have some
choices..."

Jesus. These men weren't just invading my son's pussy. They were invading
his brain. This last man had clearly influenced my son, encouraged him to
speak up. But as I stared into my boy's big, trusting eyes, I realized he
was right. I'd been selfish. This was just as hard for him as it was for
me---why not let him choose?

I had no idea what criteria he'd use, but I was curious. In fact, my
curiosity was currently forming a wet spot in my PJ pants. I told myself it
would be a good idea to slow down on the whiskey. I was starting to lose
control of this situation.

I pulled up my phone and got up onto the couch. Josh came up to a sitting
position, nestled into the crook of my arm as though we were going to watch
one of his favorite animated movies for the umpteenth time. But instead of
father-son movie night, we were going to scroll through the profiles of
horny adult men within a 100-mile radius, until Joshy found one he wanted
to invite over.

We didn't talk much as Josh looked through his available "suitors." He
seemed to tap on profiles for no particular reason. In one moment, he'd
click on some 20-something fratboy hunk, and the next he'd be clicking on a
black man old enough to be my father.

I was getting anxious, seeing the clock in the upper right corner tick down
and down. I was just about to admonish my boy, tell him to hurry up and
pick someone to breed his little cunt, when he returned to a profile he'd
visited a few times and said, "This one, Daddy."

I took the phone from his hands to get a closer look. It was woefully low
on information. The name of the profile simply read "ARAB TOP XXL." All his
other stats were blank, and he had no bio, but looking at his pictures I
got a good image of who my son seemed to be most attracted to.

My guess was that this man was somewhere in his mid- to late-40s, and there
was no need to advertise himself as an Arab. His olive skin and thick,
black beard made that clear enough, not to mention the curly black hairs
that coated his chest and stomach. He was fit, with nice pectoral muscles,
but unlike the two men who had already visited us tonight, he had more of a
gut that gave him a beefy, bearish look.

In all of his photos where his face was visible, he stared seriously at the
camera, giving a smoldering look that under normal circumstances would be
off-putting to most children. Like the rest of the profiles, he had no cock
pics, but I couldn't help but notice the multiple photos he'd posted of
himself in tight white briefs or gray sweat-shorts, showcasing what was
obviously a very sizeable bulge. Had Josh noticed this too?

"Why this one?" I asked. I was genuinely curious.

The only answer my son gave me was a shrug, and the words, "He's
different."

"Well..." I felt so nervous, because there was just so little known about
this man. But if it's what Joshy wanted...

"Two minutes remaining!" chirped Seedy from somewhere off-screen. Fuck. I
hit the bull icon that said "Match" and waited while a little spinning
version of Seedy appeared under the words "CONTACTING BULL." It only lasted
a few seconds before that icon was replaced with the words, "BULL
ACCEPTED!" and then "Bull on route! 4 minutes."

Fuck, he was close.

Josh seemed to notice that I was nervous. "It's ok, Daddy," he said. "I can
do it."

I couldn't help but smile. I kissed my son gently on the forehead. "You're
so brave."

Josh beamed at me hearing those words. Then we sat in awkward silence until
the doorbell rang.

I stood to get it, but Josh stood up as I did and rushed over to the
door. He seemed almost excited. He pulled open the door. And there he
stood---my son's third bull of the night.

Perhaps it was the way he towered over my little boy in the doorframe, but
this new man seemed much bigger than he had on his profile. Taller, yes,
and a larger body as well---big beefy arms that were covered in thick black
hair, even hairier thighs and thick calves clad in those signature gray
sweatpants. He wore a simple white t-shirt that showed off that barrel
chest and somewhat hefty gut, and nothing else but a gold chain. It was a
warm night, and he looked sweaty as he stared down at my son, unsmiling.

"Arab top XXL?" Joshy asked innocently.

The man nodded, and Josh stepped aside, welcoming yet another stranger into
our home.

"Hi, I'm---" I started to say, my hand extended to greet my son's new
partner.

But the man didn't even look at me. Instead, he bent down and picked up my
naked son in his arms. Instinctually, Josh wrapped his little legs around
the man's waist and his arms around the man's thick neck, just as he would
when I picked up him. The man's hands quickly went down to Joshy's bare
ass, squeezing the parted cheeks as the two of them fell into a deep, wet
kiss.

Fuck, where did Josh learn to kiss like an adult? Was it just
instinctually? Or was it just the man leading---after all, I could see the
Arab stranger's thick, pink tongue darting into my son's mouth every time
they came up for air. But my boy was practically sucking on it, letting the
man's bearded face envelope his as they made out.

I rushed behind them to shut the door, not wanting to the neighbors to
see. As I turned back, I saw the man carrying my boy toward the stairs,
their deep and sloppy kiss not breaking for a moment.

"Uh... where do you think you're going?" I stammered. "This is my house,
and---hey!"

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey I'd been draining all night and followed
after them as they began to head upstairs. I kept trying to get their
attention, but they were both lost in a world of passion apparently. The
only time Joshy broke their kiss was to point down the hall, giving the man
directions to... fuck. To my bedroom.

"Hey, that's my room! You can go..." Where did I want them to go? Josh's
room seemed obscene. Maybe back down to the living room again?

But it was too late. They made it to my door at the end of the hall, and
Josh clung the man as he removed one hand from my boy's ass to twist the
nob. And just like that, they disappeared into my bedroom, slamming the
door in my face as I protested.

Then I heard the turn of the lock---a lock I hadn't used in so long,
knowing that Josh sometimes needed to come into my room when he had a
nightmare. But now I was on the other side of the door, unable to get in.

I banged my fist on the door. "Hey! You can't just... that's my room! I
haven't even met you!"

There was no answer. I banged again, and again, but nothing. So I pressed
my ear to the door, and heard something awful.

"Suck it," the man's voice said. "Yeah, that's it. Take it in that tiny
mouth and get it wet."

This was followed by sounds that had become all to familiar of the course
of the night. Sounds of my tiny boy, struggling to take what I assumed was
a large piece of hairy Arab meat into his mouth. The man's orders turned to
moans as Joshy's gargles, whimpers, and chokes picked up pace.

I started drinking the whiskey straight from the bottle, just to work up
the courage to drop down to my knees and look through the small keyhole in
the door.

Even though I had braced myself, what I saw was still shocking. With my eye
pressed against the hole, I could see my entire room much as I'd left
it. My dresser, my closet, the flat-screen TV on one wall, and my large
king-sized bed in the center of the room.

But at the foot of that bed stood the stranger, naked. He was faced away
from me, so all I could see was his broad back, covered in that dark Arabic
hair, and his long, thick legs standing somewhat apart. Between his knees I
could see my son's tiny body, also fully naked, but so much smaller he was
only the size of one of the man's legs. My boy was naked, and his tiny
little boy nail was sticking straight up in what could only be clear
excitement.

I couldn't see anything of above Joshy's chest, for surely his little face
was busy slurping down the man's meat. But I could see his two tiny hands
gripping either of the mans' large, hairy, fleshy cheeks, clearly pulling
the man forward to get more of that stranger cock into his mouth. Good
lord. Was he really so eager to suck off this stranger?

The two had quite a rhythm going, and I could only moan quietly in distress
as I watched the occasional glob of spit cascade down my son's neck and
chest. It went on for what seemed like forever.

But eventually, the man couldn't take it any longer. I watched as he pulled
his hips back, flexing that large hairy ass to let my boy gasp and cough
for air.

"Now we fuck," the man said.

Josh didn't protest at all. Quite the opposite---I watched him reach his
hands up, so the man could grab him under his smooth armpits and lift
up. It only took two steps for him to move toward my large bed, putting my
son down on his back.

In a moment, Joshy's tiny hands were replaced by his impossibly small
little feet. His little heels rested comfortable on top of the man's large
hairy cheeks, clearly welcoming the man in.

The two of them grunted as they got adjusted. Then Josh let out a
high-pitched squeak, followed by a low grunt as the man said, "In." And
just like that, I could tell the man had slipped himself into my boy's used
hole.

He wasted no time. Josh began a rhythmic squeak as the man's ass flexed,
pushing himself deep into my child. I couldn't help but compare him to a
gorilla, his thick and hairy body pushing forward relentlessly into my only
child. The sheets of my bed began to twist as they got deeper and deeper
into breed mode.

"OH fuck me!" my boy cried out as he used his little feet to encourage the
man to pump deeper and harder.

The man obliged, flexing his meaty, hairy ass to shovel more and more cock
into my kid. And then, to both my surprise and Joshy's, the man announced,
"I'm gonna cum!"

"Al-already?" Josh asked, and I swear to fucking god, I heard
disappointment in my son's voice. Was it rally possible? That after so much
sex, on his first night losing his virginity, he would be upset that a man
wanted to finish up quickly?

"Been holding this in all day," the man grunted. "Here it is! UNGH FUCK!"

The Arab beast let out a roar as he unleashed his load inside my kid, his
ass cheeks flexed in tensely as he dumped the load as deep as it would go.

"Oh yes!" Josh cried out in ecstasy. "Give it to me! Make me pregnant!"

Hearing him say that made me drain the last of the whiskey from the
bottle. I should have saved another shot, though, because when I looked
back in the keyhole, I was just in time to see the massive piece of meat
swing out of my son's hole and slap heavily against the man's hairy left
thigh.

The dark brown, uncut cock was nearly hanging down to the man's knees, and
was easily as thick as one of Josh's arms. Though it was softening, I could
see it was still throbbing and pulsating with thick veins, and there "high
water line" proved to me that every inch of the beast had been inside my
little boy. Fuck.

The cock swing side to side as the man bent over to pick up his clothes. I
watched a big glob of cum--who knows whose it was---land on the twisted
sheets of my bed before he tucked it away.

I quickly backed away from the door and sat down on the couch, nearly
tripping down the stairs in my drunken stupor. The man lumbered down a few
minutes later and walked past me, simply saying, "Thanks for the quickie."
Then he was out the door and into the night.

When he was gone, I quickly went back upstairs to check on my son. And to
my horror, he was laying on my pillows, quickly sobbing.

"Joshy!" I said, hurrying over to him and cuddling up next to him. His
little naked body clung to mine. "Are you ok? " I asked. "Did that man hurt
you?" A stupid question---of course he had.

"N-n-no.." Josh sniffled. "He just... he came so quick! Did I do something
wrong??"

My jaw nearly fell to the floor. That's what was making my son cry? Not
that he'd been fucked so brutally by a total stranger? Not that he'd spent
all night taking anonymous loads? He was crying because a man came too
quickly?

No matter the reason for his tears, my fatherly instincts kicked in. I gave
him a gentle kiss on the top of his sweaty little head. "Hey, it's ok," I
said. "It's just... sometimes men want... a quickie."

"A what?" Joshy sniffled. I couldn't believe I was having this
conversation.

"Well, sometimes men are super horny and they don't want to have a lot of
sex for a long time. They just want to... uh... shoot their cum and leave."

Josh looked at me as if he didn't believe me, but seemed to brighten up a
bit. "So it's ok?" he asked, sniffling.

"Yes, it's... actually might be a good thing. Your little pussy---I mean
butt---must have felt so good to him that he had to cum right away."

This seemed to cheer Josh up. It made me feel like a bad father,
encouraging my son to have quickies with strangers. But I was happy to see
him calm down.

"Are you tired now? Want to get some sleep?"

My boy nodded and yawned. Poor thing was wiped out.

"Come on," I said, lifting him up into my arms. "Lets get you to bed."

A few minutes later, I'd tucked Josh into bed and saw him drift asleep
right away. I was exhausted myself and made it to my own bed shortly
after. I was just closing my eyes when my phone went off.

Fuck.

It was him. Seedy. I looked bleary-eyed at the notification.

"Well done on your son's first night of sex!" he said cheerfully. "Though
time is up for your son's heat hours, we've decided to open him up for one
more round!"

"NO!" shouted at my phone. "No, no, no, no!"

Seedy was impervious to my protests. Instead, his cheerful face was just
replaced with the words, "You have 7 minutes to select your son's final
bull for the night."

God, this couldn't be happening. But it was... and I still remembered what
would happen if I didn't make a decision. How would I break this to Joshy?
How could I wake him up for more sex, after all he'd been through.

I frantically started to scroll through the bulls, praying for some way out
of this. And then it was delivered to me, just like that---a face I
recognized appeared on the screen.

Henry. The man from my office. The older guy from accounting, who had been
there for me when I was in the bathroom at work, freaking out of my son's
heat hours. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

I barely knew Henry, since he worked in a different department. But he'd
been so kind and understanding when I told him what I was going
through. He'd understand... maybe he could help.

So I tapped his profile, not even taking a moment to look at it. I just hit
"Accept Bull" and powered down my phone to wait. I don't know why I felt so
incredibly anxious, more anxious than I'd felt all night, given that I
actually knew the bull this time. But Henry had always been
intimidating---higher up in the company than me, and always serious and
quiet.

It didn't take long. About 15 minutes later, I got a notification that
"your son's next bull is arriving," and then no more than ten seconds later
heard a quiet knock on the door.

I hastily put on the bath robe lying on the floor and opened the
door. There Henry stood, though I barely recognized him. I'd never seen the
man out of his suit at work, but right now he was casual---blue jeans and a
smart collared shirt that showed off his beefy physique.

From the neck up, though, he still looked like his professional self. His
neatly trimmed white beard and steely, emotionless blue eyes looked the
same here, in the middle of the night on my doorstep.

"Dave," he said. "How are you doing?"

I'm embarrassed to admit this, but at his question, I broke down. I found
myself sobbing quietly into his shoulder as he wrapped his strong arms
around me and hugged me. And even more surprising, he patted me on the back
and said, "Shhhh... It will be ok. I know it's been a hard night."

"You have no idea!" I said.

"Well, let's talk about it."

I stepped back, wiping my eyes, blushing from my sudden outburst. I
gestured for him to come in, but he said, "Listen, it's a beautiful morning
out here. The sun's just about to come up. Why don't we sit outside and
talk for a bit?"

Those words were like music to my ears. Just as I suspected, this was the
right choice. Though I was still confused as to why Henry was even on the
app, given our conversation about the new government laws only yesterday,
the fact that he just wanted to talk instead of inseminate my son was a
huge relief.

"Oh, that sounds good. I have some chairs out back. This way..."

I led Henry through the living room and into the kitchen, toward the back
door leading to our large, fenced in backyard. On the way he spotted the
empty bottle and said, "Looks like you're a bit ahead of me. Got anything
else we can drink? It's not bad to have a bit of booze if the sun is still
down."

"Uh, sure..." I said, and went over the fridge. I was already pretty damn
drunk, but a few more beers wouldn't hurt. I grabbed a six pack and led him
out back. As soon as we got out there, I realized Henry was right: being
outside was good. The fresh air helped calm my nerves, and so much had
happened in the house that night, it felt like the backyard was the last
safe haven I had left.

Our backyard had a small concrete patio and a wide expanse of grass. At the
back edge, near the high fence separating my yard from my neighbor's, was
the little playground I'd set up for Josh on his birthday last year. It was
a single structure, with two colorful red and yellow swings, and a matching
plastic slide that had a flat end on it for safety, so Josh would slow down
before he fell on his little bum on the ground.

We were quiet for a moment, sipping our beers and staring across the
yard. It was a warm morning, but overcast, and the gray clouds were just
starting to show tinges of sunlight. It would have been a really nice
moment, if it wasn't for everything that had happened to me and my son
overnight.

"So," Henry said, finally breaking the silence. "I bet you have a lot on
your mind. I'm here to listen if you want to tell me what happened."

Immediately, I recoiled at the idea of talking about it. I just wanted to
forget about the whole thing---not that that was possible, given that Josh
had many more days of being in heat, according to the stupid app. But at
the same time, the idea of sharing the burden was tempting. It was so hard,
doing all this alone.

So I started to talk. And once I started, it was hard to stop. Henry
listened as I told him everything, starting with my shameful breeding of my
own son in his bedroom. I was relieved that he was quiet through the whole
thing---he kept that stoic stare on his face, looking up at the clouds as I
talked, no judgement.

When I paused at the end of that story, Henry asked me a shocking question
"Did it feel good?"

"What? It was my own boy!"

"I know, but try to forget that part. Purely on a physical lesson, how did
it feel in that hole?"

"Kind of hard to forget that fact," I grumbled. There was a long moment of
uncomfortable silence, and then finally I admitted, "Of course it felt
amazing. I mean... it was a virgin hole. And anal is something I've always
wanted to try..."

Henry nodded at this. "I can tell you enjoyed it." Then he looked down at
my crotch. I hadn't realized it, but as I'd been talking I'd grown somewhat
hard, and now my cock head was rising up through the open part of my robe
by my thighs. I blushed and quickly covered it up.

"Go on," Henry said.

I took a deep breath and launched into the story of my horrible discovery
after my shower---of the black man pounding himself into my kid. When I
finished that part, Henry said, "Listen, Dave, there's no shame in having
an erection while you talk about this. It's totally naturally."

I blushed, realizing that now, my cock was rigid and standing straight up
out of my robe. I started to cover it up, but he reached over and said,
"No, it's all right. You're just going to get more aroused as you
talk. Trust me---every time I talk about my nephew and some of the other
boys I've seen get bred, I bone up. Heck, I'm boned right now."

I looked down as Henry squeezed his fat, visible erection bulging along his
left thigh in his jeans. This made me gulp hard.

"Mind if I let it out for some air while we talk?" he said, finishing up
his beer and cracking open another.

"I... I guess not..."

I had barely finished my sentence before Henry reached down, undid the
button to his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and let his cock fly out. He
apparently wasn't wearing any underwear.

For a moment, I was speechless. I'd seen so many big cocks in my house
tonight, but somehow Henry was the biggest of them all. His thick, cut
erection pointed skyward from the base, curving slightly so that the head
was pointing to well above his belly button. It had to be nearly a foot
long, and covered in thick, pulsating veins, including one that curved up
from the bottom of his base around to just under his large, purplish helmet
head. That head was already shiny with precum, a droplet of it leaking down
the crease on the bottom and forming a long, thin stream of clear liquid
down to Henry's exposed hairy thighs.

"Damn," I muttered."

"Yeah..." Henry said matter-of-factly. "You're not so bad yourself."

I blushed. It was true---though Henry had me beat by an inch or two in both
length and girth.

"So what happened after that man nutted in little Joshy?"

I winced hearing him use those words, but took a deep breath and launched
into the rest of story. By the time I finished up with the Native American
tale, Henry was slowly stroking his fat piece of meat. I joined him once I
got to the man who fucked my son in my own bedroom, without me being able
to see.

"And... well then I contacted you, and here you are," I finished, looking
over to make eye contact with Henry as we stroked our cocks together. It
was strange how normal it felt---like two colleagues catching up after
work. I was amazed at how calm it made me to get off my chest.

"That's quite a night for you and Josh," Henry said. "You both must be
exhausted."

"You can say that again."

"Well, I can tell this is tough on you. But I want to commend you,
Dave. You've done really well tonight, all things considered."

"I have?"

Henry nodded. "Yes. You have no choice in this matter, as you well know. So
you did the best with what had to happen. You were there for your boy when
he needed you, and you allowed him to get knocked up over and over for the
sake of the country. You should be proud." Henry took a big sip of his
beer. "Except..."

"Except what?" I stammered.

"Well, I am just wondering what it's like for Josh to get such conflicting
messages."

"What do you mean?" I asked. This was making my anxiety come back.

"Well, think about it like this..." Henry said, adding a second hand to
stroke his meat. "You come home and tell your son he's going to get fucked,
before he even knows what that is. You're visibly distressed as you
deflower him, but also go on and on about how amazing it feels, while
calling him a faggot and every name under the son. Then, as men come into
your house to pleasure themselves inside him, you are having a mental
breakdown, freaking out, protesting, and trying to stop them. But at the
same time, the men are enjoying themselves, and by the sounds of it... Josh
was getting to enjoy it too by the end there."

"That's impossible," I said. "There's no way he could enjoy sex at such as
young age! With well-hung strangers nonetheless!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Henry said.

"How... how would you know?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Well, my nephew for one. We took him to see one of the sex therapists,
because he was struggling with his first few days in heat. It worked
wonders. It turns out it was all about the mixed messaging he was getting
from his father and I."

"But those sex therapists are paid by the government!" I protested.

"Doesn't matter. Now the kid is totally adjusted to his new life. In fact,
he gets excited for his heat days. Last week he even requested some cock
when he wasn't technically in heat, at least according to the app."

"No fucking way," I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yes fucking way," Henry said. "It took some time, and his dad and I really
had to change the way we were behaving around him."

"How... how did you do that?" I asked.

"Well, first we stopped showing our emotions about everything in front of
him. We kept those to ourselves, and our own private therapy
sessions. Which are free by the way. Whenever we're with my nephew now,
we're very sex positive. Even if he's doing really faggy shit with some
fucked up men, we encourage him, tell him he's doing the right thing, and
don't ever tell him to hold back or stop."

"And.... And that worked??"



Henry shrugged again. "Seems to. The kid is now so happy to serve our
country with his little pussy."

I started stroking faster. "So... you just talk nice to him when he's
getting railed?"

"Oh no," Henry said. "We still call him names and shit. The kid gets off on
it. That's one of the other things we learned in therapy. We had to let our
boy tell us what he was into, and let him explore his kinkier side. Turns
out he's a glutton for humiliation---though that's pretty common among
breeding kids."

"How many kids have you bred??" I asked.

"Well, at first it was just my nephew. But a man has needs. You know, I'm
single. I don't get laid as often as I like. Plus... there are some perks
when you start fucking kids on behalf of the Longley administration."

"What kinds of perks?" I asked.

"Oh, depends on you and your situation. For me it's some tax breaks,
discounts at a few of my favorite tailors. And of course, once I learned
about the Baby Prize that was when I really got motivated to get behind my
nephew and his efforts."

"Baby prize?" I asked.

"Surely you know about that?"

I stared at Henry blankly, and not just because I was goon-edging. No one
had brought this up with me.

"If your boy gets pregnant, you get a $100,000 prize. His other male
relatives get $10,000."

"Really?" I said, my eyes going wide.

"Oh yeah. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

It did. My mind was already thinking about what I could do with that kind
of money. A new car. Or finish up those renovations. And of course save
some for Joshy's college fund.

"Seriously." I said. "It's still just so hard for me to get my head around
how I could actually be supportive of my son taking so much raw cock."

"Well..." Henry said, smiling at me. I realized it was the first time I'd
ever seen him smile. "We could try it out. Right now."

"Try what out, exactly?" I said. I felt some precum ooze from my head, and
used it to lube up my cock some more as I stroked.

"You could go get him now. And we could have a little talk. The three of
us. And you could see how my supportive talk therapy works on boys like
Joshy."

"No!" I said. "He's been through enough. I brought you here because I
thought you'd give me a break! Give him a break!"

"Well, that may be the case, but I didn't accept your request to come all
the way over here just to talk to you. I can do that any day of the week at
work."

"You... you actually want to---"

"Yes," Henry interrupted, his smile fading. "I am here to breed your
son. I'm gonna put a load in him, Dave. Today, and maybe again during his
next heat wave. So it's probably best for you if you just go get him, and
we can at least make his next fuck educational for you and him both."

I gulped. Why did that sound like a threat? And why was my cock harder than
it had been all night? And why did I get up, without a word, and head
inside to go get my child?

Joshy was once again fast asleep, lying on his tummy on top of his
sheets. I stared at his little ass, which was leaking cum from god knows
who. It was all propped up a bit, almost like he was begging for it. Little
slut, I thought, walking over to him and using a finger to gently push the
cum back where it belonged. Fuck. Henry had gotten me worked up!

Josh stirred at my gentle touch. "Is it... time for school already, Daddy?"
he said, his eyes still closed. "I'm still tired."

"Not yet," I said gently. "There's someone here to meet you."

His eyes opened at this, and he stared at me. There was a mixture of fear
and undeniable curiosity in those eyes I knew so well. "Who? Another man?"

I nodded.

Joshy yawned. "I don't know, Daddy. I'm really tired."

I gave him a gentle pat on the butt. "I know. But this is really the last
one tonight. I promise. Just one more? For Daddy?"

He rubbed sleep out of his eyes, then without a word reached up to have me
pick him up. What a good boy.

Henry's smile reappeared when I emerged back onto the patio, my naked
little worn out child clinging to me. My colleague had taken my brief
absence as an opportunity to get naked as well. He sat back in his chair,
legs spread, showing off his firm and beefy body. His pecs and stomach
(which was really more of a beer gut) were covered in salt-and-pepper hair
that merged into a thick bush of the same color just above the thick,
throbbing shaft of his meat.

I gently set Josh down on his feet in front of the two chairs, and took my
seat again.

"Hello," Joshy said politely to the older man sitting next to me, stroking
his enormous beef stick. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Joshua," Henry said. "Pretty horny though, as you can see." He
slapped his hard cock into his hand a few times. Josh's eyes went wide,
apparently seeing just how big the cock was. That certainly woke him
up. "What about you, Josh? Are you horny?"

Joshy looked down at his feet shyly before returning his stare to the new
adult penis in his face.

"Don't be shy. It's ok to be horny." Henry looked at me and winked. I knew
this was his form of perverted talk therapy happening. "Lots of little boys
get horny when they see big meat like this. They get really excited to have
cock inside them. I love boys like that."

"You... you do?" Josh asked.

"Oh yes. And your daddy does too, don't you, Dave?"

"Me? Oh... uh, yeah." I forced myself to smile at my son. "I do, kiddo. I
love when you're horny for cock."

"Oh..." Josh said, thinking this over. "How... how do I...get more horny?"

"See?" I said. "He's not---"

"Shhhh," Henry said gently, but the look in his eyes told me I'd better
shut up or else. I remembered what he said---no conflicting messages.

"Well, you can get horny by thinking about cock a lot. And looking at it."
With this, Henry flung his cock right in my son's face, plastering the
little sleepy angle's nose and upper lip with precum. Joshy promptly licked
it up. Damn.

"And sometimes it helps to suck on some penis while you get your hole and
heart ready to get knocked up."

"You... you want me to suck you?" Joshy said.

"Of course I do," Henry said. "And so does your dad. But more than that, we
want YOU to want to suck us."

"Oh..." Joshy said. "Well... I guess I do kinda wanna..."

"That's a very good boy. Well, no one's stopping you! Come and get it."

Joshy looked back and forth from my cock to Henry's. "Where... where do I
start?"

"Josh, what do we say about having guests?" I said, surprising myself.

"Guests always get treated best and first," Josh said, smiling at himself
for knowing the easy answer.

"That's right. And Henry's our guest."

"Ok," Josh said. Then without another word, he stepped forward, not needing
to kneel down since the tallness of Henry's schlong and my boy's shortness
made them perfectly aligned. I watched my pride and joy open his mouth as
wide as he could, which was just wide enough to fit the purple mushroom
head of my colleague into his little mouth. And just like that, my boy had
welcomed another strange cock into his body.

"Ahhh, that's it. That'll get you horny," Henry said, putting a gentle hand
on the back of my boy's head. I was impressed he was able to guide Josh
down quite a bit---obviously the practice he'd had with several of the men
tonight had helped.

I stroked myself in beat with the rhythm they worked up. Josh wasn't able
to get even close to taking the whole thing---the physics just weren't
possible. But he didn't seem to mind gagging and coughing to get as much of
the shaft as he could into his little vacuum mouth.

"Yeah, ok, now daddy," Henry said, lifting his hand of my son's head. Josh
pulled away, slime already dripping down his chin as he turned to look to
me.

I pointed my cock forward, looking forward to feeling his mouth on me
again. What had Henry done to me? I was already feeling so different.

Josh wiped a bit of spit off his chin with his tiny hand, then positioned
himself in front of me. He surprised me by showing off his technique a
bit---instead of just enveloping me like he'd done to Henry, he lapped at
my slimy piss slit like a puppy, then gave my head and shaft a few tender
kisses that slowly turned into a wet, deep suck job that required no hand
on the back of his head.

It was pretty amazing, sitting there with my new friend, watching the sun
turn the sky shades of pink and orange, while my little son took turns
slobbering all over our rock-hard fuck sticks. At the start, we would
signal to Josh when it was time to switch up who he was sucking, but soon,
he was figuring it out on his own.

"See?" Henry said, leaning back in the plastic chair with his arms behind
his head while my son sucked on his hairy balls for a bit. "The kid has
natural intuition for cock. That's why he's so breedable. He gets so horny
just from sucking. Look at him."

My son paused, his mouth full of nutsack, to look at me, and I couldn't
deny that he did indeed look horny.

"Are you getting worked up, boy?" Henry asked, lifting the boy's chin.

Josh nodded, no longer self-conscious about the amount of throat slime
coating his little face.

"Good boy," Henry said. "I bet you're getting horny to get fucked, huh?"

Josh looked at me nervously. "Daddy? Is it... ok?"

I nodded. "Of course, baby. It's ok. You can say it."

"I..." Josh stumbled, looking back and forth at both of us. "I'm... I'm
really horny. I want to get fucked."

"Good boy!" Henry and I both called out in unison, which made all three of
us laugh.

"Keep going," Henry said. "Tell us more about how horny you are." We both
were staring hungrily at my little son as he stood there naked in front of
us. Our cocks were now so slimy and wet, they were quite noisy as we
jerked, but we could still hear Josh as he spoke up.

"I'm so horny for cock!" he announced. "Please! I want you both to put your
big daddy dicks inside my faggot pussy! Please fuck me!" Josh was smiling
as if this was some sort of game.

"You got it, young man," Henry said, ruffling Josh's hair, then standing.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Just follow me," Henry said, then reached down to take Joshy's hand.

Together, we walked across the dew-covered grass over to Josh's playset.

"Here?" I asked.

"Why not?" Henry said. "You've basically got a makeshift sling right here."

"What's a sling?" Josh asked.

"I'll show you," Henry said. Then he reached down and picked up my child
under the boy's armpits, and sat him on the colorful swing. Josh was tiny
enough and flexible enough that he had no problem leaning back, holding on
to the ropes of the swing, while Henry pushed his feet back and tucked them
behind the rope as well. The boy was folded up like a pretzel, and his
used, cummy little hole was on display.

"Damn, looks a bit puffy. Poor thing," Henry said, even as he was rubbing
the precum off his cock and directly onto the boy's hole.

"Hold on," I said. I walked around behind the swing, so I could look down
into Josh's eyes. "Son," I said sternly. "I want you to tell me the truth,
one hundred precent. Are you really... *really* sure you are horny to get
fucked again? To let Henry put a baby in you?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, somehow pulling his knees back even higher. "I am,
Daddy! I got so horny sucking you and now I just want to get fucked!
Please! OOOOH FUCK!"

Josh's eyes went shockingly wide, and I looked up to see that Henry had
taken my boy at his word. Leaning forward, I could see that he'd used the
throat slime and his own precum to lube the way into my boy's battered
little rectum. At this point, he'd only gotten his head in, but as that was
the biggest part of his enormous piece, it must have hurt like hell.

"Damn, still tight," Henry moaned. "Impressive after what this slut's been
up to."

"Oooh god it's SO BIG!" my child yelled out. "Fuck.... I don't know if..."

"Shhhh," I said, suddenly worried the neighbors would hear. Not knowing
what else to do, I pushed my cock down until it was at my son's
lips. Without question, he opened up and took me inside.

"Good thinking," Henry said. "Now I can really dig in without waking up
half the town."

"Just be careful..." I said.

I don't know if Henry heard me, because he wasn't careful at all. "He can
take it," was all he said as he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself
into my child so hard that the swing moved violently. This of course only
had the effect of pushing Josh deeper onto my cock, until his muffled wails
turned into a choked gag.

I kept my eyes firmly placed on the thin barrier between Henry's invading
cock and my son's innards. I watched in shock (even though I'd seen it over
and over last night) as more and more of him disappeared. How was it my
son's little womb could take so much more cock than his throat? That had to
mean something.

But then I looked down and noticed that this position was working better
for my cock, too. With his head upside down, Joshy's throat had really
opened up for his dear old dad. In fact, I could only see the last two or
three inches of my shaft, and the ends of my salt-and-pepper curly pubes
were tickling Josh's stretched pink lips.

Together, Henry and I both started to thrust, like my son was a log and we
were two lumberjacks sawing away at him in time. The swing made it so much
easier for Josh's little helpless body to move back and forth, taking more
and more man cock from both ends, until both of us were inside him at the
root.

"Oh fuck," Henry said. "This is one horny kid! Damn! He's stuffed full of
cock! I think I'll have to make him one of my regulars?"

"Yeah?" I said. "You wanna fuck my son again?"

"Again, and again, and again!" Henry called as he thrust into my kid, his
hips slapping my boy's cheeks to emphasize his enthusiasm. "Let's swap. I
wanna try that mouth out."

"Oh... ok... uh... should I get you a towel?"

"Nah," Henry said, pulling out of my son with a wet slick. "A horny kid
like this will do ass to mouth. I'll show you."

I also pulled my cock out of Josh, who thankfully seemed to be in a state
of cock shock and was no longer screaming. He just lay back there on his
red and yellow swing, gently swaying back and forth, while two grown men
with slimy cocks swapped places.

"You'll do ass to mouth, wont' you, baby?" Henry said, as if Josh had any
idea what that meant.

But Henry was right again. Josh didn't even hesitate. He opened his little
gullet to welcome Henry's cock, which was slick with ass slime and the cum
from all the men who had bred my baby boy overnight. He didn't protest or
whimper, in fact he even said "Mmmm" as Henry filled his mouth.

After my own shock wore off, I looked down at my kid's hole. It was nothing
like the one I'd fucked earlier, so tight and small. This kid was gaping
now after what my colleague (and four other men) had done to him. And
though it wasn't as sweet and precious of a sight, it still looked damn
welcoming.

With Henry already moving the kid back and forth on the swing as he got a
suck job, I had no problem lining my cock up with that puffy little
pucker. I heard Josh whimper the first time he swung onto it, letting the
head pop in to the warm, wet space before Henry pulled the swing back again
and my cock was once again exposed to the morning air.

It was almost wholesome---a father and his friend pushing an excited little
boy on a swing before school. Except that those two men were both fully
naked and extremely erect, and the little boy was buck naked and letting
each cock pop in and out of his holes as he swung back and forth, letting
out little gasps and wet squishes from both ends.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Henry said.

"Me too, goddamn," I said, wiping sweat off my brow.

Henry steadied the swing, letting his cock out to dangle in front of Josh's
face.

"Which one of us do you want to nut in your pussy, baby?" he asked sweetly.

Josh looked distressed for a moment, screwing up his red face. "B-both?
Both!"

"Oh, you want both, do you?" Henry gave me a filthy look that confused
me. Then it dawned on me, what he was suggesting.

"No, Henry, he can't..." I said. But already the curiosity was getting to
me. "Most porn stars can't even do that!"

"Most porn stars aren't as horny as your kid," Henry countered. He had a
point there. Or at least I think he did---I couldn't really think straight
with all the booze and sex running through my head.

"Do what?" Josh asked innocently.

"How would you like it if your daddy and I came inside your little
cunt... together?"

"Is that... is that possible?" Josh asked, a quaver in his voice.

"No!" I shouted, but Henry boomed over me, "Absolutely. Let's try it out,
at least!"

I told myself to stop him, to put hands up and push him away, but I didn't.
Instead I just watched in horror as he lifted Josh off the swing and
carried him over to the bright red plastic slide. Henry sat down on it,
then commanded my son, "Sit on my cock, little boy."

"Ok... just a sec... ungh..." Josh got up like a little trooper and did as
he was told, positioning his puffy hole on top of Henry's old man
cock. "Ah! It still hurts!" he said as he popped the head in.

"Just go slow, get all of me in you and let me rock it up into you," Henry
coached him expertly.

I stood at the bottom of the slide and watched as slowly, inch by inch,
Henry's fat shaft once again disappeared inside my little boy, until the
kid's pale white cheeks were pressed down to the base. Then Henry made good
on his promise and started to thrust up into the kid, eliciting squeaks and
moans and even a giggle at one point.

"There's plenty of room," Henry said. "Just get a close look. You'll see."

Shaking, I knelt down in the wet grass and pushed my face close up to see
if he was right. I couldn't believe it. There was no way. But as I watched,
it was so clear that my son's sphincter was basically elastic at this
point. And with all of the cum inside him, and the gunk Henry had dredged
out of his throat, it was plenty wet as well.

"Come on in," Henry said. "The pussy's fine."

"Oh Josh, oh my sweet boy... I'm going to have to do it."

"D-d-do what, Daddy?" he said, sounding a lot like he was on a
trampoline. He was so innocent, even after being such a whore. But how
could I explain it to him?

I couldn't. I could only show him. So I hopped up onto the slide, hoping it
would hold the weight of two adult men and a scrawny little boy, planting
my feet on the outside of Henry's thighs. Then I lowered myself down, until
I could tease at the stuffed hole of my little pussy boy.

"Just hold on tight," I said, stroking the boy's back. Then I began to
press. Immediately I knew it wasn't going to happen. There was no way. But
then Henry did something shocking---he planted a big, wet kiss on my son's
mouth.

I watched in shock as my little boy learned how to makeout from my own
colleague. I could see Henry's tongue darting into his mouth hungrily. And
sure enough, that seemed to make the boy relax some. Because every so
slowly, his hole began to open for me, welcoming me in.

I heard Josh scream into Henry's mouth, but it was too late. Now that I
could feel the hole opening, I was going in. With one final push, and a
scream that definitely would have woken the neighbors if Josh wasn't in the
middle of a sleazy makeout session, I popped my head in.

"Oh my god," I groaned. "You're doing it, baby! You're getting DP's on your
very first night as a fag baby!" I have no idea where such filthy words
came from---probably from the incredible feeling of my cock sliding in
along side another huge dick in my little boy's tiny hole.

Josh was clearly trying to say something, but Henry wouldn't break the
kiss. This allowed me to ignore whatever protests my son was trying to get
out, and push myself deeper into him. Fuck! I couldn't believe I was doing
this, but I'd also never wanted something more in my life!

"I'm close..." Henry groaned through the kiss.

"Me too, me too..."

And then, to my surprise, Josh's voice piped up. "Me too! I'm gonna cum! OH
MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!"

And right there, while stuffed with nearly two feet of cock, my little boy
began to tremble and shake his way through the second orgasm of his young
life. His hole squeezed on us so tight, it felt like it would snap. And
that was enough for both me and Henry.

Forgetting about the neighbors entirely, we added our deep groans to
Joshy's soprano wailing. Our cocks began to spasm, our testicles pulled up,
and just like that, we began to double-breed my sweet little sexpot of a
son.

"Oh fuck yeah! YES!" Henry shouted. "I'm breeding your faggot son!"

"Oh goddd..." I moaned. "Take it, Josh. Take all this baby seed!"

"AhEHIVOueAdvoiuea!" Josh babbled like a zombie.

The double orgasms seemed to go on forever, gushing out around what little
space it could find to escape the depth's of Josh's fertile cunt. On and on
we spurted, emptying our balls into the boy and (hopefully) cementing his
pregnancy. I could almost smell the cold, hard cash coming to me as a baby
prize.

By the time we finished squirting in the kid, the sun was well up and the
clouds had parted. Our groans and wails quieted, until we could only hear
the sound of the birds chirping. Then there was another noise---a loud,
wet, squelch as Henry's exhausted cock flopped out, followed by mine, and
then a veritable waterfall of semen from my son's hole.

I stood back, letting Henry lay my boy down on his back so he could stand.

"Well, that was fucking amazing," he said, his big donkey dick swinging
between his legs. "I'm proud of you, Dave."

"Thanks," I said shyly. Now that I had nutted, I was feeling exhausted,
scared, confused, and satisfied. Judging by the way Josh was panting with
his eyes closed, he felt the same.

"I'd better get going," Henry said, heading over to his clothes. We left
the boy on the slide as I followed him to get my robe.

"All right," I said. "I guess I'll see you at work in a few hours."

"Oh..." Henry looked at me after he popped his head through his shirt. "No,
actually. You won't."

"Oh?" I said. "Why not?"

"I quit."

"You what??" I said, shocked.

"Yeah, I got a better job. Pays more."

"Oh..." I couldn't explain it, but I actually felt saddened by this
news. "Mind if I ask where?"

"It's a government job," Henry said matter-of-factly.

"You mean...?"

"Yeah. I'm working with the Longley Administration. They needed an auditor
for the breeding camps, and they chose me."

THE END


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