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 SUMMERTIME 3
Title: Summertime 3 (Mb, mmmbbb, b6mo, nepi, ped, oral, anal)

   by Strato of Sardis <daddymilk@sigaint.org>
Warning: nepi



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   This story is pure fantasy.  It is intended solely to assist
masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults.

   I love feedback.  Write to me!  <daddymilk@sigaint.org>

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   "Sorry, Daddy--slurp--but I gotta take this, OK?"

   My mobile phone was vibrating quietly.  An alert had flashed up, showing
that I had just missed a call from Alistair.

   "OK, Brad--ungh--but don't be long, alright?"

   Daddy answered me without taking his eyes off the large cinema screen
which occupies a whole wall in our family room.  Since his return from
Venice, where he lost all of his inhibitions, the family room has become
Daddy's favourite place for fucking my twenty-month-old brother and for
watching hardcore child porn.  On this occasion Daddy was engrossed in
"Poppers Training for Babyfuckers", the latest video release from
Jocks'N'Tots, his favourite nepi studio.

   Keeping pace with the instructions on the screen, Daddy was huffing
industrial-strength poppers while gently pumping his beer-can cock into
little Matt's overstretched arsehole.  Although he wanted to, Daddy
refrained from pounding his baby son hard.  He had been edging for nearly
two hours, and any abrupt movement would cause him to ejaculate explosively
inside the infant.  Meanwhile I was kneeling between his legs on
ball-licking duty.  Daddy likes to have a warm wet tongue caress the
sensitive underside of his balls while he is fucking a small child.

   The booming soundtrack of the video filled the room.  The hypnotic
techno beat swelled at regular intervals as a husky masculine voice
intoned, "Sweet...  tight...  tiny...  BABY HOLES!" This would usher the
anthemic chorus, repeating "BABY HOLES!" over and over again.  The music
would then subside underneath the real-life sounds of an intensely aroused
pedo having a noisy orgasm inside a baby.  The whimpering and moaning of
the child and the slapping of flesh on flesh would be drowned by the vocal
celebrations of the man as he let himself go and blew his wad inside the
infant.

   "Ungh...  Mmm...  Newborn slut...  Mmm...  Oh...  Oh...  So fucking
tight...  Mmm...  Oh...  Oh...  Oh...  Oh God!...  CREAMING THIS TINY
BABY!...  Ungh...  Ungh...  Phew...  Hell yeah!"

   On the screen the images succeeded each other at an incredibly fast
pace. An astonishingly depraved scene of infant molestation would barely
have a couple of seconds to sear itself onto Daddy's retina before it was
succeeded by an even more arousing picture of adult men having sexual
intercourse with babies.

   * A crowd of men swarms eagerly around the changing table in the
facilities of a supermarket.  All the men have their trousers around their
ankles.

   * A huge scrotum fills the foreground as a massively endowed pedo
sodomizes a six-month-old girl.  The hand of a second man appears from
above, smearing the baby's deliciously chubby labia with lube.  The second
abuser's swollen glans, as big as an apple, starts to press hard against
the infant's tiny cunthole.

   * A doctor and a male nurse, wearing nothing but surgical masks,
spit-roast a tiny toddler boy in a hospital theatre.  Sitting in a corner,
fully dressed, the tot's father masturbates frantically.

   * A large teddy bear rests against the side of a cot.  A twelve-inch
cock appears between the bars, dripping a gooey string of precum.  A hungry
naked baby boy crawls excitedly towards the erect prick.

   * A group of beefy fratboys, glowing pink from the showers, relax and
joke with each other on the benches of a dressing room.  Each jock has his
enormous erection stuffed to the hilt in a kindergartener's bottom.

   * The close-up of the arse and cunt of the six-month-old girl returns to
fill the screen.  Both meaty pricks are now buried balls-deep in the
infant. The men's huge testicles rub on each other.  The swollen members
start to throb a the same time, and thick waves of creamy semen spurt from
the baby's overflowing holes.

   I was enjoying this video--a lot.  I pumped my meat discreetly, looking
forward to sloppy seconds in my baby brother's bum.  Of course, it helped
that Daddy kept giving me little sniffs of the poppers in order to keep my
ball-licking nice and enthusiastic.  The sweet fumes made my teenage dong
feel like a thoroughbred stallion's prick being sucked by a dozen cute
cherubs.

   However, when I saw the missed call from Alistair, I knew that the night
could get even better--so, giving Daddy's perineum one last long lick, I
grabbed my phone and ran into the corridor, quickly pressing the redial
button.

   "Oh, Brad, you're there!  It's Alistair.  There's been a change of
plans."

   "Yes?" I asked, expectantly.

   "Aaron's called a meeting of Pornstar Academy," Alistair explained. 
"It's in an hour's time."

   "An hour?  Shit, I don't know if I can get a ticket that quick.  My
Dad's fucking the baby right now, and I don't know how long he will be."

   "I see.  Sorry, mate." Alistair's voice sounded sympathetic.  "I know
it's short notice, but you know Aaron."

   "Can't you do anything?" I asked in a pleading voice.

   "Look," answered Alistair, "I'll be outside your door in five with my
ticket.  I'll wait for half an hour.  If you can make it, we'll walk to the
Humphreys Library together."

   "Cheers, Alistair." My voice was full of uncertainty.  "Wish me luck!"

   Pornstar Academy is a secret society composed of the best-looking
babyfuckers in Senior School--although Alistair, who doesn't count himself
as a pedo, also attends in order to be with Aaron.  There was a time when
many of the older boys used to joke that they wanted to be pornstars in
toddler skin flicks.  Aaron has turned this dream into a serious
professional aspiration.  He is evangelical about the importance of infant
pornography as an expanding industry.  "If you really mean to have a career
as a professional babyfucker," he will admonish, "you have to train and
practise." This was the origin of Pornstar Academy.  Candidates are
admitted to Academy meetings on two conditions.  First, Aaron has to think
that the hopeful stud is hot enough to go pro with a top studio like
Jocks'N'Tots.  Second, you have to bring a "ticket", that is, you have to
bring a child no older than three, preferably a boy, to be used in
baby-fucking practice.  There is no justification for the preference for
little boys, other than the fact that Aaron likes them better than little
girls.

   This meant that I now had a problem.  Since the founding of Pornstar
Academy little Matty had been my ticket, but now Daddy was fucking him
several times a day, and it had become really difficult to smuggle the baby
out of the house for Academy meetings.

   I walked backed to the family room, deep in thought.  When I opened the
door, however, my heart leapt for joy.  Daddy was gone.  Little Matt was
asleep on the sofa, sucking his thumb.  His baby face was splattered with
cum and a steady trickle of semen seeped from his tiny anal rosebud.  Daddy
had simply busted his nut in the baby and left me to clean up.  I had a
ticket!  I quickly wrapped Matt in a blanket and, taking him with me, I ran
downstairs.

   Alistair was already waiting outside.

   "Phwoar!" I exclaimed when I saw him.  "Aaron's gonna be happy.  You
look fucking edible!"

   The rugby star blushed and smiled bashfully.  Breaking his habit of
wearing a primly ironed school uniform, he had come straight from rugby
practice without changing, anxious to respond to his owner's summons.  He
was dirty and smelled intensely of sweat and testosterone.  His tight shirt
was bulging in all the right places.  His powerful thighs and superb
buttocks filled his shorts to perfection.  And under the
perspiration-soaked fabric, his epically massive prick--a mouthwatering
seven inches at rest--was silhouetted in fine detail down to the juicy fat
knob with its obscenely raised corona.  His floppy ash-brown hair was
sexily tousled from the scrum, and a streak of mud across his right cheek
gave him an uncharacteristically rakish look.  I felt weak at the knees.

   Matty was glad to see Alistair too and gave him a cute wave of his pudgy
little hand.

   "Oh hello, little Matty!" The hung stud greeted the tot sweetly.  "Hang
on...  What's that on your hair?  Oh it's spunk!?  Bloody hell, Brad, he's
all messy!  Look at him!"

   "Sorry, my dad's spent the evening popperbating to this insanely hot
nepi flick from Jocks'N'Tots, and he just used the baby as his fleshjack.
He nutted only a few minutes ago, when I was ringing you back.  It must
have been pints because he filled Matty's arse but he also managed to flood
his mouth and drench his face and hair.  Those Jocks'N'Tots poppers are
something else!"

   "Popperth?  What'th that?"

   Alistair's ticket had been following our conversation with rapt
attention.  The criminally cute little child--about three, I guessed--was
holding Alistair's hand possessively, and obviously felt that little Matty
was receiving way too much attention from his babysitter.

   "Hello there!" I breathed huskily, losing control of my voice.  I had
intended to give the sexy tot a cheerful greeting, but my croak betrayed my
lust for his pretty mouth, which I immediately pictured nursing on
Alistair's enormous babybottle.  "How old are you, big boy?"

   "I'm Tom!" the tot shouted, while holding up three stubby fingers.  "And
I'm not weally a big boy becauthe I thtill have a baby-thitter.  But I'm
not a lickle baby like HIM!" he protested pointing at Matty.

   The tot's sweet innocence was turning me on.  I was freeballing in my
basket shorts, and as my babyfucking equipment started to swell, the
contours of my fat shaft and even fatter knob became visible under the
flimsy fabric, just inches away from the three-year-old's oh-so-fuckable
face.  Little Tom fixed his curious eyes on my growing bulge, but made sure
to stand very close to Alistair, who placed a protective hand on his little
head.

   "Alithtair ith my bethtetht fwend in the whole wowld!"

   "Are you sure?" I teased the toddler.  "Better than your daddy?"

   The little child thought for a couple of seconds, and then piped up
brightly, "Yeth!  Alithtair ith my betht fwend, but Daddy ith my lover. 
Daddy feedth me milk with hith dickie and he putth it in my booty becauthe
I'm hith thpethial boy.  Hith VEWY thpethial boy.  But Alithtair doethn't,
tho he ith only my fwend."

   I chuckled, amazed at Alistair's self-restraint, but completely
understanding why Tom's daddy felt driven to splooge in his little son's
mouth and arse.  I was sure that ejaculating inside this three-year-old
child was a very "thpethial" experience indeed.

   "I wanna fuck him!" I informed Alistair, mouthing the words soundlessly
above the tot's head.

   Alistair, however, looked conflicted.  He knew that he needed to bring a
toddler in order to attend Pornstar Academy, and he would not dream of
missing a meeting since Aaron would be there.  But Alistair never touched
his ticket.  Of course, he was honoured that Aaron always got round to
penetrating the child, since being fucked by Aaron was a supreme blessing
to be received with humble gratitude.  But sometimes Alistair looked
distinctly uncomfortable about the rest of us porking his tiny protegés.

   As we walked the short distance to the Humphreys Library in silence, I
wondered what was weighing on Alistair's mind.

   The meetings of Pornstar Academy are held in the store room of the
Humphreys Library.  The store room has the advantage that we can arrange
furniture in the most comfortable way for fucking babies, and we can set up
props for re-enacting scenes from nepi flicks.  We have made a particular
study of the greatest hits of Jocks'N'Tots, although of course we cannot
match the resources of a big international childporn company.  Aaron has a
complete set of keys, and comes and goes as he pleases in the Humphreys
Library.  When we asked how he had managed it, he looked puzzled.

   "Oh?  It was just a matter of giving someone a little sniff of my
armpit."

   When we got to the store room, Patrick Palmer, the school's top basket
player, and Maurice "Beer-can" FitzJames, the captain of the rowing team,
were already naked.  Maurice's nickname honours the unrivalled girth of his
splendid prick.  An avid but choosy nepiophile with an exclusive preference
for male tots between one and two years of age, Maurice delights in
reminding all Academy members that every single one of his tiny sex
partners has been unable to encircle his obscenely fat cock even when
trying with both little hands.

   "Aren't babies funny creatures?" he'll chuckle.  "When they try to put
their little hands around my thick dong, they always fail, but when I try
to stuff it into their supertight little arses, I always succeed."

   As Alistair and I walked into the room with our tickets, we overheard
Patrick and Maurice discussing a philosophy assignment due the following
Friday.

   "I don't understand why--ungh--why Mr Roberts makes such a fuss about
the Presocratics," complained Maurice.  "They were--mmm yes--bonkers as far
as I'm concerned."

   "Mmmpffff.  Do Heraclitus," responded Patrick.  "Heraclitus--oh my
fucking God--sounds like a really modern thinker."

   Kneeling on all fours between the two jocks, also stark naked, was
little Linus, a stunningly cute fourteen-month-old blond tot, on duty as
Maurice's ticket.  Little Linus is Maurice's cousin, and lucky Maurice is
welcome to borrow the infant for a night of hot nepi sex whenever his uncle
is out fucking new babies at one of the regular orgies held by Aaron's dad
in the pediatric hospital.  Patrick had his left hand pressed against the
back of little Linus's head and was using his right hand to massage his
swollen knob through the tyke's throat.  Everyone agrees that Patrick has
an excellent face-fucking technique, ensuring that his glans gets plenty of
intense stimulation inside the baby's throat while the tot's tiny tongue
and lips work on his massive shaft.  At the other end Maurice was squatting
on his haunches behind the baby, longdicking the one-year-old arse with
firm athletic strokes.  Poor Linus's plump little buttocks were glowing
bright red as the muscular teenager's crotch slapped loudly on the
toddler's rump.  Maurice loves to squat when he takes a toddler from behind
doggy-style.  He says sodomizing a baby feels more "porkish", more
"ruttish", if you do it squatting, and it gives you excellent muscle
definition in your thighs and calves too.

   When Maurice caught sight of us, he interrupted his conversation with
Patrick and withdrew his extraordinarily fat prick from the toddler's
bottom.  He stood up and walked over to greet us.  He moved with a slow
quiet swagger, aware that the sight of his magnificent body gladdened
everyone's eyes.  As he raised his forearm to wipe off the sweat that had
gathered on his brow while he fucked the baby, the graceful oscillation of
his slender hips was perfectly balanced by the tilt of his superbly
muscular broad shoulders, developed to a peak of masculine perfection
through daily rowing practice.  It was poetry in motion, and even straight
Alistair, the MILF anal destroyer, broke into a smile as we were all bathed
in the radiance of Maurice's beauty.  Only the sheer obscenity of his
engorged prick, sleek and streaked with white, swinging meatily before him
as he walked, added a contrasting animal note to this vision of divine
flawlessness.

   Understandably, all the members of the rowing team are madly in love
with their captain, and the hope of impressing him drives them to ever
greater heights of athletic achievement.  Maurice does not like sex with
anyone older than two, but he is aware of the need to maintain the bond of
brotherhood within the rowing team, so now and then, when a rower performs
a particularly deserving feat, Maurice will graciously allow the lucky boy
to suck his legendary fat prick.  In that way, rowing excellence in our
school is measured by the number of times that Maurice has ejaculated in
your mouth.  I'm proud to say that Maurice has creamed my grateful tongue
twice, but my record is unlikely to improve this year as I am concentrating
on my swimming rather than on rowing.  Needless to say, the rowers love
Maurice, but they do not dare to love Aaron, to whom the only proper and
acceptable attitude is humble religious worship.  Only Alistair, sanctified
in his title of "buddy", is allowed to love Aaron.  The rest of us are not
good enough, and we know it, although that does not stop some of the little
boys in Preparatory from occasionally writing the blasphemy "I love Aaron"
on their pencil cases.

   Maurice's face was lit by a smile of unalloyed joy when he saw that I
was carrying little Matty on my arm.

   "Well hello, little Matty!" beamed Maurice sunnily.  "Where have you
been, little cowboy?"

   Matty gurgled in delight and leaned towards Maurice, stretching his
little arms toward the naked athlete.  My baby brother turned impatiently
towards me, whining at me for not putting him in the strong arms of his big
friend, and then turned round again to blow a kiss to the hung teenager. 
He did so with charmingly clumsy movements, first holding his open hand to
his toddler mouth, and then showing the palm to Maurice with a squeal of
pleasure.

   "May I?" asked Maurice politely.

   Carrying little Matt tenderly in his superbly muscled arms, Maurice
walked to an easy chair nearby and sat down.  The teenage athlete held the
baby under the armpits for a second, allowing his chubby little legs to
dangle and kick playfully in the air, and then, with a single firm
movement, he drove his superbly thick eleven-incher deep into the bowels of
my little brother.  Consumed by nepi passion, Maurice closed his eyes and
moaned as he gave his tiny toddler lover a frenzied French kiss.  As he
snogged the baby and ground his massive erection deep into the little body,
the excited nepi's hands roamed over Matty's blond curls, soft back, and
plump buttocks.  Maurice grunted with excitement as he felt his fingers
become drenched in my father's semen, which was sploshing out of baby
Matt's tight arse through the force of the rower's powerful sodomy.

   "Oh Matty," sighed Maurice passionately as he smeared his own enormous
balls with the creamy sperm splashing out of my baby brother's well-fucked
bottom.  Coming up for air, he turned towards me and in a dreamy voice he
confessed, "I adore your little brother.  He holds my heart in his little
hand."

   It sounds romantic, but I know it won't last: in as little as four
months' time Matty will be too old for Maurice.

   At length, the first transports of Maurice's teenage infatuation with
the tiny child abated a little, and he started to do what Matty loved him
for.  In charming babytalk, Maurice took Matty to a world of fantasy play,
while his astonishingly fat shaft rubbed past the tiny tyke's prostate and
his swollen knob penetrated deeper and deeper into the pint-sized body,
giving the infant the feeling of being full of "big boy".  Maurice held
little Matty's diminutive cocklet between his thumb and his index finger,
nicely lubricated with my daddy's sperm.  Although just one inch long,
Matty's infant pricklet was hard as a nail, and Maurice wanked it expertly,
intent on giving his lover a babygasm and on feeling the tot's anal ring
spasm with pleasure around his throbbing nepi dong.

   "You're my own little cowboy, aren't you?  You like riding my big horsey
prick, don't you, baby buddy?  Yes, you do, you do, you do.  Giddy up! 
Giddy up!  Oh God, you sweet baby fuck!  Mmmmm." Maurice interrupted his
chatter to French-kiss Matty again while he kept thrusting his pulsating
cock into the babbling tot.  "Who's a little astronaut?  You are!  Ungh. 
Oh yessssss.  You are!  You're a little astronaut!  You're going to the
Moon on my big meat rocket!  Ungh.  Ungh."

   Charmed as I was by this scene, I nevertheless had to attend to my own
needs.

   "I need to cum," I told Patrick while I quickly got rid of my clothes.
"Otherwise I'll cream myself as soon as I set eyes on Aaron."

   "Like Mr Rogers?" laughed Patrick, who had taken Maurice's place and was
imitating his ruttish squatting technique as he powerfucked
fourteen-month-old Linus.

   "Mm yeah.  Any new babies?" I asked.  "I'd like to fuck a very little
one if possible."

   "Ungh.  You can have my ticket, you horned perv," replied Patrick,
pointing to a Moses basket lying on a desk.  "He's just nine months old."

   My nepi prick became hard as granite when I heard the fucktoy's age.

   "Nine months?" I whistled.  "Fucking dream!  But will it take me long to
open him up, do you think?  I'm in a bit of a rush."

   "Work's already been done, mate.  Mmm.  His brother has been whoring him
out to Year Eleven.  He's had about a dozen loads in his sweet newborn arse
this afternoon.  I got him--Fucking take it, Linus!--Sorry, I got him on a
discount at the end of the day."

   Trembling with greed, I looked into the Moses basket, where an amazingly
cute infant was lying stark naked on his tummy.  A heady smell of teen
sperm and sweat, mixed with the delicate scent of baby shampoo, rose from
his tiny body.  The sparse white-blond hairs on his little head were matted
with teen spunk.  His tiny arse was spectacular: plump and round and juicy
and rosy, though streaked with Vaseline, baby bum cream, sperm, and
everything that the twelve fifteen-year-olds had used to lubricate his
supertight rosebud.  The mouth-watering fucktoy looked like Kevin Williams
at nine months of age.

   "Top-quality goods!" I enthused.  "Cheers, Patrick!  I'll pork his
newborn arse on the fuck table."

   The fuck table is a contraption devised by Aaron, with a padded surface
to lay the tot on, and a handle to raise or lower him to crotch level. 
Relatively small, it allows as many as four erect fuckers to thrust their
pricks at the baby from all directions.

   I grabbed the nine-month-old child and laid him on his tummy, letting
his little legs dangle in the air over the edge of the table.  Eager to
experience the ruttish sensations that Maurice values so highly, I lowered
the table a bit so that I would have to bend my knees slightly while
sodomizing the infant: at the right height, I would get the porkish feeling
of a squatting powerfuck without tiring my legs unduly.  In order to
increase the exposure of the plump baby arse, I tilted the surface of the
table forward, so that the nursling's supertight hole was raised toward my
throbbing meat.  This perverse sexual position caused the baby's sphincter
to relax slightly, and a big creamy blob of Year Eleven semen appeared
between his well-fucked buttocks.

   I stood behind my newborn sextoy with my knees slightly bent.  I had my
legs spread wide in order to allow my heavy balls to swing freely in the
air during the fuck.  With my swollen glans pressed against the blob of
semen held between the baby's buttocks, I paused for a second to wallow in
the insane depravity of what I was about to do.  The heat of the infant's
incomparably soft skin fired my engorged knob with pleasure.  The baby was
incredibly tiny in comparison with my muscled thighs.  He would be my
youngest ever fuck, and my pedo arousal was so extreme that my mouth tasted
of metal.

   "I'm gonna pork you so good," I whispered to my prey.

   Grabbing his little chubby thighs in my hands, I opened his baby legs
wide like a pair of compasses.  With a vigorous thrust, I stuffed my
ten-inch erection up to my balls into the newborn's rump.  Then I
immediately closed the tot's legs back again to increase the friction on my
sex muscle.  I held my pulsating erection deep inside the baby and I
started to mash my crotch against his plump rosy arse with obscene circular
motions.  The nursling let out a single squeal but, exhausted, resigned
himself to being sodomized again.  A dozen fifteen-year-olds had ejaculated
inside the infant's gut earlier that afternoon, and their
testosterone-laden spunk splashed out, drenching my crotch and my balls. 
The intense smell of sperm filled my nostrils, hitting some deep part of my
brain.  Rivulets of semen started to flow down my powerful thighs, and
would continue to do so all through the fuck.  The baby's anal ring held
the base of my shaft in an unbelievably tight grip while his insides,
sloshing with the ballcream of twelve juvenile nepis, fit snugly around my
pulsating prick like a masturbating glove.

   Again, I paused for a second so that the memory of what I was doing
would be tattooed on my pedo brain forever.  The thumping in my chest was
so violent that I feared a heart attack.  I took a few deep breaths to calm
myself and regain control of the fuck.  With full deliberation, I was going
to take every ounce of pleasure that could be squeezed from the experience
of sodomizing a nine-month-old baby.

   Enjoying my complete mastery over my infant fucktoy, I slowly withdrew
my oversized erection from his body, allowing the tight grip of his
sphincter to skin my sleek veiny shaft deliciously.  When the raised ridge
of my glans overcame the resistance of the baby's anal rosebud and popped
out for a second, the pleasure was overwhelming.

   "Oh you sweet newborn whore," I sighed.

   Then, without a pause, I stuffed my meat back into the nursling and
started to longdick him with wide swinging motions of my hips, porking his
bum at a rate of one thrust per second.  My dong was whipping the creamy
loads of a dozen hung fifteen-year-olds.  I felt as if my prick was
churning nepi butter inside the tiny tot.  The loud sound of my heavy
testicles slapping against the child's chubby little calves filled my ears.
The anthemic strains of the soundtrack to my father's video played again in
my head.  I could again hear the verbal babyfucker noisily celebrating his
deep penetration of a boy whose age in months could be numbered with a
single digit.

   "Ungh...  Mmm...  Newborn slut...  Mmm...  Oh...  Oh...  So fucking
tight...  Mmm..."

   Only this time the lucky bastard was me.

   My head was filled with a fog of baby-fucking triumph.  The energetic
fuck made me break into a sweat, and droplets of perspiration started to
rain from my rippling muscles onto the baby's back.  I raised my right arm
and, burying my face in my armpit, I inhaled the musky hypermale odour of
my sweat.  Lifting my eyes from the baby, I looked in the mirror covering
one side of the room.  I gasped: ardent sexual desire for my own
magnificent body welled up inside me.  My glistening muscles looked
stunning as they rippled with the athletic rhythm of baby-fucking.  I
looked like a god, one of the radiant nepi deities in Aaron's divine
cortege, my own dazzling beauty enhanced by the overpoweringly erotic
addition of a newborn child stuck on my enormous dick.

   "I'm a nepi pornstar!" I shouted in ecstasy, and the room echoed with
the whoops and cheers of all the members of the Academy.  Patrick and
Maurice rushed to high-five me before returning to their babyfucking
stations.

   The noise attracted Alistair's attention, who walked up to the fuck
table, still holding little Tom's hand.

   "What's got into you today?  Way to go, man!"

   "You mutht weally like that lickle baby," commented little Tom gravely.
"You're thcwewing him tho good!"

   Although he thought of himself as straight, Alistair could not remain
unmoved by the flagrant display of teen lust that filled the room, or by
the raunchy obscenity with which we communicated our depraved pleasure. 
The surface of our cockmeat sparked and crackled with pleasure, as if with
electricity, as we pistoned our pricks in the babies' insides, and the
charge jolted from beautiful teen pedo to beautiful teen pedo until each of
us felt that he was simultaneously sodomizing all the toddlers in the room.
My swinging scrotum had become synchronized with Patrick's and Maurice's,
so that all those sweaty testicles simultaneously slapping on infant flesh
made a loud clapping sound that seemed to applaud our babyfucking prowess.

   Not surprisingly, then, Alistair got hard as granite.  His prick seemed
to have swollen beyond its usual twelve inches, and in its alarmingly
engorged state it looked both superb and bestial, like the potent organ of
a prize white bull.  Even as he continued to hold Tom's little hand in his
own, he could no longer endure the constriction of his shorts, so he stood
naked from the waist down, his heavy slab of meat swinging in front of him
as it jutted forward from his crotch like a battering ram.

   I sensed that Alistair's defences were down.  I smirked at him, taking
care to buttfuck the nine-month-old baby in front of me in the most
lecherous way possible.

   "Get naked," I urged him.  "I wanna see your body."

   Unable to say no when someone asks him for something that is in his
power, Alistair complied, peeling off his shirt.  Sweat glistened on his
bulging pecs and streamed in rivulets down the furrows of his beautifully
moulded eight-pack.

   "Put your arms behind your head," I instructed.

   This posture had the effect of making Alistair's biceps bulge, while his
beautiful armpits, exposed to everyone's admiring gaze, filled the room
with the heady scent of perspiration and testosterone.  Patrick moaned
helplessly as the smell of Alistair's sweat invaded his nostrils and,
slamming his throbbing member into the little baby between his squatting
thighs, he creamed himself with excitement.  At the same time my little
brother Matt was seized by his fifth overwhelming babygasm, and the violent
contractions of his baby anus around Maurice's rutting prick pushed the
beautiful rower over the edge, causing a noisy ejaculation.

   "Fuck, Matty.  Riding my horsey prick gives you the good tickles, eh,
little cowboy slut?  Ungh.  Oh God mmmmm.  Ungh.  Fuck!!  I'm a fucking
nepi stud!  I make little babies CUM!!!"

   As Patrick's and Maurice's orgasmic grunts diverted Alistair's
attention, I leaned forward and licked the richly masculine sweat streaming
between Alistair's pecs while I pistoned my slick prick into my
nine-month-old fucktoy at an accelerated rate.  Before the stud could
react, I gave his hugely engorged meat a couple of firm strokes, which
caused him to spurt jets of gooey precum on little Tom's toddler face.

   As if taking his cue from me, the innocent three-year-old grabbed
Alistair's swollen cock and, standing on his tippy toes, prepared to nurse
on his babysitter's enormous babybottle.  The events of the evening had
obviously revealed new possibilities to the toddler, who was now eager to
fellate his big teenage friend with the same adoring devotion with which he
fellated his horny daddy every morning and evening, unless the incestuous
pedophile chose to bust his nut deep in his son's tiny arse instead.  The
aroused little child looked forward to a messy ejaculation that would not
only fill his mouth and tummy, but would also soak his face and hair in a
big boy's salty milk.  The baby was desperate to suck the big boy essence
from the enormous testicles that hung low in front of his face.

   However, the toddler was gently pushed away before his rosy lips could
make contact with Alistair's dripping glans.

   "You don't have to, baby buddy," Alistair said full of affectionate
concern.  "You can save that for your dad."

   "Pleathe, Alithtair.  I want to."

   "No, baby buddy.  It's OK."

   The little child's face crumpled in heartbreak, his huge beautiful eyes
welling up with tears.

   "Oh I thought you'd be my big bwother.  I haven't got one.  I thought
you liked me.  I thought I wath your bethtetht baby buddy."

   The toddler spoke with immense effort as his tiny three-year-old frame
was raked with big sobs.  The scene was so upsetting that I stopped
sodomizing my newborn fucktoy for a second.

   "For God's sake, Alistair!  This is cruel and inhuman.  Take pity on the
poor baby!"

   Alistair looked confused and guilty.  He gave me a look of supplication,
but finally surrendered.  Spreading his legs wide so that his crotch would
be lower and easier to reach, Alistair thrust his pulsating prick forward
towards the toddler's tear-stained face.

   "Oh OK, baby buddy.  I do love you, and you're my bestest buddy."

   Alistair paused, remembering the most important day of his life.  Using
Aaron's hallowed words, he whispered huskily to the small child who was
begging to be allowed to fellate him.

   "Suck me, buddy.  Suck my cock.  Look into my eyes, buddy.  Do me the
way you do your daddy."

   Happiness returned to the small child as he opened his tiny jaws wide,
straining to accommodate Alistair's excessively large glans in his warm,
soft, moist mouth.  Determined to show that he was a brave little boy and
that he deserved the exalted status of "bethtetht buddy", Tom worked hard
to admit more and more of Alistair's massive shaft in his tight throat. 
His little hands rose to play with the stud's heavy testicles, large as
oranges, which hung like cherished toys in their snug bag.  Above all, the
tot's beautiful eyes remained constantly fixed on his big buddy's handsome
face.  Puppy love and hero worship flowed into the athlete through his eyes
and through his prick, which was now quivering with the exquisite pleasure
of giving nurse to a cute tot.  There is no greater joy than rewarding a
baby with the opportunity to express his unconditional love for you by
sucking your sex muscle until it ejaculates nourishing daddymilk in his
little mouth.

   Alistair learned this simple lesson that day.  As his breast was filled
with tender emotion, and as his magnificent dick sparked and crackled with
pedo relish, he felt the need to open his heart.  His eyes never strayed
from the adoring eyes of the tiny tot who was pouring his little life into
sucking the athlete's cockmeat as sexily as he could.  Alistair could see
that the baby was recalling all the lessons in cocksucking that he had
learnt in his short life, since the day when his horny young dad, trembling
with eagerness to commit nepi incest in the maternity ward, first took his
newborn son from his wife's lactating tits and held the suckling mouth to
his erect fatherly member.  But while Alistair's eyes held steady, his
speech wandered incoherently, sometimes addressed to Tom, sometimes to me.

   "Mmmmm.  This is heaven!  This is heaven and you're an angel, baby
buddy. Oh fuck yes, deeper, Tom.  Make love to my big boy meat.  Ungh. 
Keep sucking, buddy.  That's it!  I'm your daddy now.  Mmpfuck.  I don't
know what it is, Brad, but just lately I always seem to end up sexing
babies when I'm with Aaron.  And the thing is--ungh--I'm enjoying
it--unnngh--I'm enjoying it sooooo much.  Make it wet, buddy.  Fuck yes,
like that!  But it's weird because--mmmpff--it's not really meant to be
like that, is it?  Like this amazing child--unnngh--he's got no business
sucking big cocks so well at three years of age.  Mmm, I'm so much bigger
than your daddy, eh baby?  But--fuck--I'm getting this nepi hunger down
there, this need for babies that...--let me hold your little head a bit and
pump it in, yessss, like that.  This need for babies that builds in my
cockshaft between my arsehole and my--oh sweet Jesus--my balls.  Play with
them, Tom!  And--yes, yes I'm gonna cream your toddler mouth--and I think I
know what it is.  Oh I'm so close!  It's the love, you know.  Oh God.  It's
like Aaron.  What I give Aaron, the love, the babies give it to me.  Total.
Love.  Mmm, suck my babybottle!  The love.  Nurse on my daddymilk, baby! 
The love.  Total.  Aaron!  Aaron!"

   Nothing could have prepared little Tom for the tsunami of sperm that
spread through him.  Alistair forgot himself and held the baby's little
head pressed against his crotch all through his long ejaculation.  As the
twelve-inch prick spunked in the child's throat like a hosepipe out of
control, semen welled up in his tummy and in his mouth, and started to
splash out of the corners of his mouth and out of his little nostrils.  The
tot had not yet recovered when he found Alistair's flushed face in front of
his, licking his cheeks and his eyes.  Alistair thrust his big tongue
greedily into the child's mouth, thirsty for sperm.

   "Daddymilk.  It's so good.  Big boys need it too."

   Life does not get better than this.  The sexual drama between this
godlike young man and his toddler lover had been a spectacle to beat all
others.  And I had had the privilege of witnessing it while my juicy dong
pounded the pretty arse of tiny infant.  Now, with my pulsating meat held
tightly inside newborn flesh, I felt that I could at last let myself go,
let the sperm flow, cream myself inside a nine-month-old baby.  I had no
needs left.

   Maurice and Patrick whooped and bellowed in stunned admiration.  They
held my arm and Alistair's up in the air as if we were victorious boxers.
Alistair looked confused and overwhelmed, but this face radiated pure joy.

   "And tonight's Pornstar Academy Award goes tooooo...  Alistair and
Brad!"

   When Maurice made this announcement, the room was again filled with
whoops, cheers, wolf-whistles, and high-fiving.  I had to raise my voice
above the din to get everyone's attention.

   "Alistair, guys, listen!  What we've all experienced here tonight is the
joy of communal pedophilia: the thrill of getting together with a bunch of
hot guys to watch each other fucking small children.  We've all been there,
haven't we?  You've got a tiny tot on your big dick, the babyflesh rubbing
on your meat feels sooooo good, and there's a fullness under your balls
telling you that you're about to nut in the child.  So you look to your
side and you see this fucking hot guy.  He's got sweat streaming down his
sculpted abs and his muscled back because he's going to town on an even
younger baby than yours.  He looks fucking hot pounding the baby like
that--so hot that he clocks you eyefucking his tight buns.  So he gives you
this cheeky grin, like, 'You fancy me, dontcha?' And you just fall for him.
And he knows it.  So for a couple of minutes the two of you just carry on
eyefucking each other while you pork the babies.  And then he leans over
and kisses you full on the lips, and you both lose it and cream the tots'
arses."

   Patrick whooped.  "You've got it, mate!"

   "Because, let's face it," I continued, "we work hard on our bodies: we
go to the gym, we play games, we swim, we row.  That's why we look like
fucking gods.  And that's what we're here on earth for."

   Alistair looked puzzled.  "Brad, I don't understand.  What do you mean?"

   "Look," I explained.  "Think of this poor guy.  He was in the office by
8am and he didn't leave till after 6.  And even then he's had to bring his
work home or his boss will have his arse.  By 11pm his wife has given up on
him and has gone to bed, all grumpy and bitter and shit.  It's now past
midnight and he's just finished the fucking report.  At last he's able to
click 'send', but he's feeling fucking frustrated with his shit life.  So
he does what every guy has to do in his situation.  He makes sure that the
wife is in bed, and then he goes back to his computer and he unzips.  And
there I am, on the screen.  Naked and chilled as shit, with my fucking huge
dong pounding the sweet little arse of a cute little boy--like little Tom
here."

   At that point I tousled the tot's hair.  The beaming three-year-old
swelled with pride.

   "And I look fucking amazing.  Fuc-king a-maaaazing.  And the poor guy
just feels sweet relief flowing into him as he strokes his meat watching
me. So I'm just moaning with the thrill of fucking such a small child.  And
I'm looking into the camera too, so that the viewers can see what it's like
to be a god fucking a baby with your big dick.  And the guy sees that I'm
like the college guys that he eyefucks on the train on his way to
work--only better, like they're black-and-white and I'm Technicolour.  And
little Tom here is so tight on my cock that I lose it and start to nut in
his baby arse.  And as I nut I look into the camera and wink at the poor
guy, and little Tom here flashes him a smile and gives him a wave of his
little hand."

   "Oh yeth!" interrupted the child.  "I alwayth thmile to nithe men like a
good boy!" We all chuckled, but Alistair embraced the tot, sitting him on
his lap and hugging him affectionately.  He carried on hugging little Tom
for the rest of the night.

   "So: the poor guy's eyes are bulging out of his sockets and he almost
creams himself.  But he thinks about it and about his shit life.  'Fuck
it!', he tells himself, 'I've had enough.' And at last he goes upstairs
meaning to do what he's been thinking about for a long time.  He tiptoes
into the nursery room and closes the door carefully behind him.  He goes to
the cot and lowers the barrier on one side.  His hands are shaking, but he
makes no noise.  Lying there is his precious baby boy, the baby who unlike
his wife never growls or complains at him.  So he just whispers to him,
'Shhhh, it's only daddy', and he starts undoing the buttons of the
babygrow. And he takes off the baby's nappy, and his heart is pounding in
his mouth because the tiny child is sooooo sexy.  And the poor guy thinks
of me, and of my beautiful prick, and of how amazing I would look fucking
his six-month-old son, and how I would do it like it's the most natural
thing in the world--which is what it is: the most natural thing in the
world.  So he tells himself to go for it, and he dips his fingers deep in a
jar of bum cream and smears his throbbing daddydick with it, to make it
nice and slippy for his precious baby.  And at last he lines up his dong
with the baby's arse and he pushes and it's amazing and his head explodes
because it's so good.  And the poor guy can only do five or six thrusts
because it's the best feeling he's ever had in his whole sorry life and
soon he's coming buckets in the baby.  And when he's done he's crying and
sobbing not because he's sorry but because he's so happy and he feels so
fucking great.  And the next morning he's like a new man, and his wife
falls in love with him again because he's standing tall and he won't take
any more shit from his boss."

   Everyone was looking at me with wide eyes.  The room was completely
silent.

   "You see, guys?  I've fucking saved this dude's life!!  What he had
before wasn't a life.  Which is why being a pedo pornstar matters.  Our
careers matter, guys.  We can change the world!"

   "Wow!" exclaimed Maurice.  "That's deep, man.  Shit, I think something
important has happened here tonight."

   "Yes," confirmed Alistair, who looked deep in thought while he hugged
little Tom.  "And Aaron hasn't even arrived yet."

   *** *** ***

   A couple of days later I overheard a momentous conversation between
Alistair and Aaron.

   Glowing from a hot shower, the two boys were sitting naked on a bench in
the changing room.  Alistair had his powerful arm wrapped protectively
around Aaron's shoulders and was tenderly nuzzling the young god's ear and
cheek.  Aaron had melted dreamily into his buddy's embrace.  He let his
hand play absent-mindedly with Alistair's big dick and huge balls, and from
time to time he raised his face to give Alistair's strong neck a loving
lick.

   After exchanging silent caresses for many minutes, Alistair held Aaron's
chin in his free hand and kissed his buddy's mouth with exquisite
sweetness.

   "Aaron," he whispered, "I want a little baby boy to fuck."

   Aaron opened his eyes wide but remained serious: "You mean you've become
normal?  You're giving up those yucky adult women?"

   "No.  I mean, yes.  But I want him to be OUR little baby."

   "Alistair, you know I've always loved DP-ing tiny boys with you. 
Whatever you want, buddy!"

   "You don't understand.  I want us to live together making love and
fucking our little baby.  I want you and the baby to be mine in the way I'm
yours.  Forever."

   Sensing an impending revelation, Aaron held his breath.

   "Aaron, will you marry me?  And will you adopt a little baby boy with
me?"

   Through tears of joy, Aaron's eyes sparkled beautifully, illuminating
Alistair's adoring face with their radiance.

   "Oh buddy, yes.  Yes.  Yes."



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