COMMENTS: Warning! The following story contains disturbing and graphic 
sexual content involving the rape of a toddler. If you are offended by 
such material, DO NOT proceed to read this story. 

STORY CODES: Mb,extreme pedo,inc,rape,torture

STORY INTRO: I'm a 28 year-old computer program specialist living and 
working out of my mountain cabin always keeping to myself and living 
mostly like a hermit. I was almost content, but the lack of sex in my 
life left me dry and lonely. All I had was my hand and my imagination. 
The only people living near me were old retired folks with my nearest 
neighbors a mile from me. So a social life was basically out of the 
question for me. What about my family you say? Well, most of them had 
died or had become so distant that  they treated each other as strangers. 
My mother and father died years ago and I was an only child. Life in my 
part of the world was a lonely existence until a few days ago when the 
Los Angeles County Social Services contacted me to inform me that I had 
been the sole beneficiary to my three year-old cousin, Tarran whom I 
have never laid eyes on. Tarran was my late Uncle Greg's son and for 
some reason Greg had bestowed upon me the responsiblity of caring for 
their child along with a hefty insurance policy that would insure that 
I would not have to work full time ever again.


Inherited Baby Boy

by Under Siege  


I accepted the task as being a parent to Tarran thinking that a little
company would fill my life with companionship and happiness -- Was I
right! Tarran's presence in my life was far more than father and son.

One day while working on my computer, (Tarran napping in his room) I had
managed to finish my work and decided to surf the net. I was so horny I
almost believed my balls would explode from the desire which burned
furiously within me. I came across websites and newsgroups on all forms
of porn and accidently landed on a kiddie porn website. The photos I
witnessed were shocking beyond belief, but at the same time they fed my
hunger for sex. The longer I stared at one photo of a young child
engaged in sex acts with men the more photos I wanted... needed to see.
The various acts of sexual perversion depicted on my VDT made my cock
swell. I was excited by what I was seeing and the lust that I now felt
could not be contained. I was horny beyond belief and I was willing to
fuck anyone or anything to relieve this  new obsession. Then I thought
of little Tarran lying asleep on his bed. 

One boy looked like Tarran in those photos and I sat in my chair
thinking how close the resemblance was. Tarran had red hair, hazel eyes
and a spray of freckles across his nose just like this boy. Then I began
to remember Tarran's persistant habit of sucking on his thumb. In my
mind, his thumb morphed into my hard cock and I imagined it between his
little lips. That was enough!

I walked to his room where he lay undisturbed and no doubt dreaming;
resting peacefully under a blanket with a thumb between his moistened
lips. I hungered for those lips to be on my cock. It throbbed and bulged
under my jeans as if sending me a signal that taking this boy and
letting out years of sexual desire was perfectly ok. After all, Tarran
had only been with me for a few days and therefore no bonding had
occured.   

"Fuck it," I said. 

I started stripping until I was completely naked. My cock was hard and 
erect and waiting for Tarran's lips. I climbed onto the bed sitting over 
his tiny body and I pulled his thumb out of his mouth. 

At first, he protested not having his mouth stuffed with his known 
comfort, but settled back into his sleep. I placed the tip of my
uncut cock on his lips and Tarran  wrapped his lips around the excess
flesh of my dick and began to suck. My cock seemed to swell to a greater
length as his soft lips held on with trust. I was paralyzed in place for
a moment until I felt confident to proceed. I leaned into him pushing my
cock further into his mouth. Tarran awoke abrutly to find my cock in his
mouth trying to move away from it, but I kept him in place and pushed in
fractionally. Tarran tried to cry, but my massive penis muffled his
cries and I started to push in and out causing him to gag once -- which
told me how far I could go. "Shhhh... " I whispered. "Its ok, baby. Just
let it go in and out." Tarran cried for a few minutes, but soon began to
quiet and cooperate. The feeling of flexing unused muscles that were
meant for sex seemed to be well pleased with the rocking motion of my
groin. I took hold of Tarran's small hands and made him hold the shaft
of my cock while I thrust into him. I gently shoved in and out of his
small mouth pulling small strings of his saliva every time I retracted
my dick. "Oooh... baby!" I gasped. The tingling on the tip of my cock
was overwelming as I felt his tongue on my flesh. I have always dreamed
of having a place where I could stuff my cock and allow my body fluids
to flow. I closed my eyes and let my mind dwell upon the softness of his
innocent lips. His cooperation was fodder for my lust and my body began
to tense and my cock let loose a wad of warm, sticky-white sperm;
coating his tongue with the seed of my body. Every time I rocked into
him I would squirt a load of cum. Tarran gagged and coughed at first,
but excepted my fluid and swallowed. His cooperation made me cum again.
My muscles spasmed to every explosive orgasim and the juice in my balls
had plenty of it to spare and Tarran seemed to adjust to my cock and the
flavor of my sperm.  I assumed that atleast 3 ounces of my cum had been
ingested into Tarran's belly. "Oh my god!" I gasped for air. I had
stopped rocking, but my cock remained in his mouth as he continued to
suck.

By now, the tip of my cock became so tender and sensitve that I had to
pull out. Tarran lay beneath me quiet and inquisitive as to what I had
done. "Was I a good boy?" he asked in that innocent, angel-like voice.
"Baby, you were such a good boy," I said, "I'm going to give you a
lollipop you can suck on."
                  ~   ~   ~

After having the best orgasim of my life I wanted to explore my new
child's body; kissing his lips, licking and sucking his cock, and very
curious about licking his butt as I saw depicted on that kiddie porn
website. I thought about butt fucking him, but I needed more time to 
consider whether or not I could damage is rectum. But, there were other 
parts of his body I could try. After getting blown by a three year old 
and to my surprise, I felt that having sex with a little boy was 
incredibly gratifying. 

"I'm going to play with you," I said, "and make you feel so good."
"Ok." he replied. 

I undressed him removing all of his clothes until he lay naked on the
bed. I stroked his little penis; rubbing gently and admiring his manhood
which now began to grow in my fingers. Up to this point in my life I had
never sucked on anyones cock, but today I had unimaginable need; a
compelling hunger to have his little dick in my mouth. The more
perverted my thoughts were; the more I wanted to be the men in those 
kiddie porn photos. I was held captive by my lust and I couldn't see past 
it. All sense and morailty was not even a whisper in my mind, but only a 
insignificant shadow.

I handed Tarran the promised treat that would keep him occupied while I
violated his virginity. I spread his smooth legs far apart and rested my
body between them until I found myself staring his little erect cock. I
hesistated for a few moments, then I took his dick into my mouth and
tasted his childhood. The softness of his cock in my mouth was like silk
and the feel of it between my lips was pleasent. 

As concetrated as Tarran's attention was to the cherry flavor lollipop
which flavored his mouth; I too was oblivious to everything around me,
except that little cock that I sucked and rolled around in my mouth like
a piece of hard candy,  enjoying the flavor which it produced. For more
than an hour I feasted on his penis enjoying its contours and held
between Tarran's legs by urgent need. I couldn't get enough of his cock.
It was as if the meaning of my life was hidden there and by sucking and
licking my little boy's cock would bring forth revelation of mysteries
unknown. During this time I could tell that what my lips and tongue were
doing to Tarran was causing him to experience orgasims. I could feel his
legs tense and his dick throb against my tongue. This occured multiple
times as I continued to perform this pleasurable act of oral copulation.
Tarran neither complained nor protested to what I was doing. He seemed
content with the feelings of orgasmic waves that passed through his
body.
                   ~   ~   ~                     

The advantages of having no family or neighbors living next door by mere
feet was such a freedom I, for the first time, was enjoying. I got
Tarran to his feet and we walked down to the kitchen and started
preparing dinner while walking around naked with no one to complain of
indecet exposure. Our 4 bedroom cabin was 65 feet from the road that led
to the highway near Lake Arrowhead. Having my new son gave me a new
freedom and joy that I never had. Tarran was a baby still and could be
taught to accept my cock as his toy and my tongue as his comfort. I was
going to teach my little boy to be a sex slave; to grant me access to
his body whenever I choose. I would train my baby boy to lay between my
legs and suck my cock instead of his thumb. But most importantly, I
needed Tarran to learn silence. I could not allow my child telling Mr.
Griffin, the owner of our general store, or Mrs. Whitmore, the cashier
at the bakery or future teachers that his daddy was molesting him on a
daily basis. The possibilities were endless.
                     ~   ~   ~

After a delicious supper of Sloppy Joes and french fries, I took Tarran
with me to my bathroom and I bathed his tender body; washing his hair,
ears, chest, butt, cock and feet. He was perfectly bathed and I wanted
more of his body and I would make the night
a welcome friend. 

In the master bedroom, I started a cozy fire in the fireplace and I made
a comfortable bed in front of it with all the flames to warm our bodies
as we lay naked. I layed him beside me and planted kisses on his lips
and nose which he seemed to enjoy. All this affection he was getting was
causing him to enjoy my company, but what I did next caused that
affection to fade.
I turned him over on his belly and parted his legs far apart revealing
his pink puckered butt hole. Getting my courage up to lick his rectum
was like trying to get the courage to eat a live worm in one swallow.
Nevertheless, I planted 
myself between his legs while he remained quiet and holding his stuffed
tiger; allowing me to start kissing his soft butt cheeks. Kiss after
kiss and lower, I began to gain the courage I needed to kiss and lick
that pink rectum. Finally,
the moment came and I planted a gentle kiss on Tarran's hole; then a wet
lick of my tongue wiping at the contours of it.  Although I was
meticulous to wash Tarran's ass with great care, I was so certain I
would taste his shit on my tongue. But there was no vile taste. There
was no repulsive odor. Tarran's butt hole was as pleasurable as his cock
had been and I found myself now licking my child's ass hole as if a
sweet treat lie within. "Yummy," I murmmered.
Tarran turned his head to watch me licking his butt. I was glad he did.
There would be a time
when I would make my baby boy lick my rectum and he needed the
encouragement that I was providing.

After having his tasty hole as a snack; I lathered my index finger with
Vaseline gel and I was ready to see what kind of reaction I would get
from finger fucking his little rectum. I pushed my finger into him
causing him to cry out in pain. I pushed all the way in, then retracted.
I ignored 
his cries and thrusted my finger in and out in a quick pace trying to
acclimate his tender and tiny hole to soon having my cock inside him.
Hearing him scream, with no one to hear but me and each time I pulled my
finger out I noticed it was lathered not only in Vaseline, but 
in Tarran's soft shift. I fingered his hole faster  now. His cries, the
shit and Vaseline on my finger was so erotic that I decided to add a
second finger which caused him to scream and cry louder. All of this was
too much and without any effort by my hand I began shooting off loads of
cum -- large streamlets that soiled the blankets, but taking advantage
of the occasion,
I stood up with my fingers still digging into him I continued to squirt
my cum, but this time I showered Tarran's back.


Chapter 2

Tarran's cries had subsided as I continued to work my fingers in and out
of his baby rectum. I pushed in and out of him for more than an hour and 
he began to adapt to the penetration which began to lead me to believe that 
my cock would fit and not tear his little bottom apart. I pulled my warm 
shit and Vaseline contaminated fingers out of his hole and lubricated my 
cock with a generous amount of the petroleum jelly.

I found my lust to be quite an animal and unrestrainable as my cock
began to part Tarran's butt cheeks apart. This would be the hard part
for the boy. Two fingers were one thing, the diameter of an uncut cock
was another. 

I pushed the head of my cock into Tarran's rectum, pushing with force at
first and then as easily as my fingers had slid out -- my cock slid in.
Tarran began crying again, but not to the extreme that he begun with
earlier. I laid atop of him wth my belly to his back, carefully
distributing my weight as not smother or crush him. I left my cock in
him for 5 minutes letting him aquire the tolerance for this new sizeable
invasion of his bottom. His cries were stifled by acclimation and I began 
my quest to water his hole and feed my hungry lust by gently thrusting
into him. No more cries came from Tarran as I began to pick up my pace.

The fire in my groin and the determination of my lust compelled me to
ram with insidious and unmerciful force and speed that the thought of
ripping him open by brute force by my cock was appealing. If his hole
was ripped by my desire and unfettered lust I could always strangle the
child and bury his sex ravaged body. But I was able to bury those horrid
thoughts and concentrate on the gentle thrusts of my flesh allowing the
contours of it to slide in and out. I began panting as Tarran grunted 
with every plunge of my warm meat drilling into him. The spamic wave that 
passed through my body began to intesify the burning coals which burned 
between my legs causing me to jerk wildly as my cum began to flow sending 
waves of sticky-white nutrition to Tarran's body. The intensity of this 
orgasim was far more powerful than any one I have ever had. Having sex 
with girls in my teen years had produced exciting orgasims, but what I 
felt now with my cock rocking in and out of Tarran's hole was much more 
powerful and gratifying than any pussy could provide. I believe that the 
mere fact that I was raping my new three year old child was heating my 
blood, providing fuel to the fire of lust. It seemed the dirtier my 
desires toward Tarran, the more gratifying my climax was as streams of 
sperm coated his shit...his shit! Another lump of coal for the fire. 
The though of my cock inhabiting the same space as his shit made my cock 
convulse and writhe - squirting more and more of my juice into him. 

When I squirted my last, I pulled my cock out of Tarran's rectum with a 
sticky-wet "PLOP" sound which caused Tarran to grunt one last time. I had 
managed to release and vent years of sexual solitude in the space of ten 
minutes; recieving the greatest orgasim in return and managing to adapt 
my little boy to the rigors of sex. Tarran had been marvelous to my groin 
and his cooperation spoke volumes as to his dependbility to be taught and 
to learn that it was his new comfort, his new friend that he could enjoy 
sucking on.

I inspected Tarran's rectum for signs of damage and found none. From this 
point on until he got bigger, this child would be ass-fucked once a day 
until I was confident that his little hole grew and could handle multiple 
sessions. 

After carefully washing my cock and fingers off in the bathroom I
returned to my little boy who sat quietly watching the fire in an
hypnotic trance.
 
I rested on my back planting Tarran between my legs and stuffed his
mouth with my deflated cock and with no cries or protest, Tarran began to 
suck. I covered his nude body with a blanket and kept him warm. He fell 
asleep with the comfort of my flesh between his lips and I lay stroking his 
sliky red hair staring up watching the flickers of fire light dance on the 
ceiling before being seduced to sleep.

In my sleep, I began dreaming of being outside on the redwood deck of my
cabin on a folding lounger resting with Tarran's lips caressing my cock
with his lips while people from town gathered around to take pictures
and video. Their was an odd hunger and a ravenous glare in their eyes as 
if wanting what I had between my legs. Charlie Matthews - who was 11 and 
swept the floors at the general store after school, stood naked and 
watched as if ready and willing to participate.

But I sensed that Charlie's interest was not to be between my legs and
sucking on my hardened cock. Instead, Charlie's interest and gaze were
fixated on Tarran. Another glance up to look beyond the deck railing
revealed that the people who had gathered to watch my child feast on me
had disappeared -- only Charlie remained, still naked, his hairless cock
standing at attention."Tarran," Charlie called, "Come to me."
Tarran stopped sucking and looked toward the calling ethereal and
compelling voice. Tarran got to his feet. 

"Tarran," I cried feeling an impending doom, a dark and malevolent event
about to occur. 

I tried to get off the lounger, but it was if I had been paralyzed or held 
down by an unseen force, evil hands holding me down while my child wandered 
to the persuasive invitation.

"Tarran!" I yelled more desperately. "No! Don't go there! Come back to
me, Baby!" 

But Tarran was being lured away nevertheless and oblivious to
my voice. 

Now at Charlie's side, Tarran was walked up onto the deck and made to
lie on his belly while Charlie mounted Tarran shoving his hardened young cock 
into his hole ramming hard with brutal force. I could hear the flesh of his 
rectum being ripped by the pounding as Charlie Matthews looked at me with an
evil gaze. "I'll do what you wouldn't", Charlie said now speaking in a
satanic tone. Charlie brutally assulted the tender rectum of Tarran's
body pissing sperm in a neverending stream forcing the fluids to snake
up Tarran's intestines through his stomach and up his throat --  a
gushing torent of the milky-white semen shooting out his mouth. Tarran
did not cry, but remained in that trance. 

Charlie hammered and pounded hearing the "slap-slap" of his groin to
Tarran's bottom. I could see bruises forming on his bottom as Charlie
violently hammered. "No! No!" I cried. YOU ROTTEN LITTLE FUCK! HE'S JUST
A BABY! I SWEAR WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR I'LL TEAR YOUR ASS APART
WITH MY FIST!" 

In spite of my threats, Charlie shifted his position, tearing his cock
out of Tarran's hole. Blood gushed forth from his tortured bottom as he
turned him around to lie on his back. Charlie mounted Tarran as in the
sixty-nine position and began to piss large qauntities of his spunk 
which spewed down his mouth flooding his stomach and gushing out of his
ass mingling with blood. Charlie began to wrap his lips around Tarran's
stiffened 2 inch circumsized cock. Rather than sucking on it, Charlie
began to chew on it, biting and tearing tiny chunks of his dick and
swallowing them as if ingesting a treat. 

                  *   *   *

I awoke bathed in a cold sweat to find Tarran still lying between my legs 
with my cock still planted between his lips with his small hand holding it. 

My heart pounded and my thoughts of the dream disturbed me. I had
wondered what the meaning of the dream was. Perhaps it was related to my 
lust fevered desire that I had earlier to savage Tarran. Perhaps it was my 
conscious catching up to me. Whatever the answer was, I was convinced that 
the terror of my dream would fade from my mind. In spite of what Charlie 
Mattews had done in my dream, in spite of how furious I had been over 
Tarran's torture, I would contiue to have sex with my baby boy, but never 
to the degree that Charlie had done - but with tenderness.

I gazed at the dwindling fire light and stroked my babys hair. Tarran
murmed in his sleep then began to suck on my cock again. His hand
tightened on it as if in fear that it would be taken away from him. 
I thought of the dream again and wondered if I saw Charlie Mathews the 
next time I went to the store - would I be reminded of the dream?

With those final thoughts the heavy weight of sleep assualted my eyes
and I drifted back into the land of the Sandman.  

Chapter 3

Its been nearly two months since I inherited Tarran from my aunt
and uncle who were now rotting corpes in the ground. If they knew all
that I was doing to their little boy, no doubt they would be rolling in
their graves. 

I had Tarran well trained by now to accept my body as his playground. He
no longer cried to the surging advance of my cock into his little ass --
he swallowed my cock each time like a treat and he enjoyed having my
warm moist mouth feasting on his penis. Things were going so well for
the two of us. My sexual solitude ceased to exist. It wasn't always sex
time in our mountain cabin. Well, maybe at first it was, but as I vented
years of sexual frustration and loneliness my craving for sex seemed to
dwindle. It was hard to get work done or go shopping at the market for
those first two weeks. Tarran had begun to cooperate with me which gave
me greater pleasure that his little body soothed my desire and I was
able to leave our cabin for the first time in days. 
  
Tarran and I just got back from San Bernandino awhile ago and I have him
planted in his favorite spot for a nap -- between my legs with my cock
between his lips. He loves the softness of my dick that he gave up
sucking on his thumb. He almost got me in trouble at a McDonald's when
he asked me for, "pee-pee in my mouth" while trying to unzip my pants.
Luckily, the restaurant was busy with the lunch time crowd that nobody
but I heard the comment. Tarran whined and fussed over getting a fix of
sperm that lunch was postponed for a short time.

 I drove my truck into the Texaco gas station lot and took him into the
restroom, which was a single use room, laid him on the floor -- unzipped
my pants and stuffed his mouth with my cock rocking back and forth with
rhythmic thrusts until my cum started flowing. Although a little
frustrated by Tarran's persistence, I enjoyed each orgasmic wave that
surged through me. 

During lunch I started thinking about the trip that we were going to
take in my Southwind camper. I had been planning this trip for months
traveling all the way to Alaska, camping along the way at KOA camps and
enjoying the view. Now that I had Tarran my trip would be even better.
We would start off early in the morning before the sun rose; trying to
leave the chaotic traffic of southern California behind us. 

The following morning we started off as planned leaving a
sizeable distance from home behind us. I entertained Tarran with an
audio sing-along cassette of Barney that would drive me up the wall
later on, that it kept the boy occupied while I drove. It was then that
Tarran developed a craving for cum. The timing was bad. Driving along
highway 101 with the nearest rest stop 35 miles north of us was too far
for him to wait. I couldn't pull over on the side of the road as that
would draw the attention of the Highway Patrol. "You got engine
trouble,Sir?" I imagined. 

"No, Officer," I would reply, "Just pulled over because my son had a
hankering for the family jewels." 

Christ, I thought. Scott Winslow, you can be a real dickhead sometimes.
I unbuckled and unzipped my pants and told Tarran to come and get it.
His body was small enough to fit between the captain's chair and the
steering colum. 

Tarran took hold of my limp cock and began to milk it with his lips as I
had taught him. It only took less than a minute to get the blood pumping
through my groin giving rise to my manhood. I had to concentrate on my
driving. What his warm moist lips and tongue were doing to me was
causing me to fade from the world beyond the camper and into a state of
bliss. I was enveloped by my child's sweet tenderness as he imparted
silent appreciation for the gentleness he showed. He bobbed his head up
and down managing to engulf almost a third of my cock. My heart hammered
as I could feel the beginnings of an approaching orgasm. Just then, my
heart raced furiously as I glanced out of my side window to see the
black and white California Highway Patrol car as it started to pass me
on the left. "Fuck me!" I gasped. 

That put my come on hold. Poor Tarran was laboring between my legs with
desperate need for my seed. If the patrolman could see through the walls
of my RV he would have seen a little boy sucking on my cock.
 
It took just a bit to recover with the black and white now only a speck
in the distance. My cock grew hard once more and I focused my full
attention on my baby's small lips as it slid up and down the shaft of my
dick. Tarran's need to be fed with the seed of life caused my cock to
finally throb and pulse letting loose the white sticky milk. Tarran
drank hungrily, swallowing each streamlet of sperm wanting more and more
as it flowed with painful intensity -- until the final drop dripped onto
his tongue. He was satisfied for now. 

We drove all day stopping for lunch and dinner and roadside breaks. When
we got into our first KOA camp I was tired. But not tired enough to
prevent me from getting a little piece of ass before bed. Once the
electricity was hooked up to the camper I took a quick shower while
Tarran watched a cartoon on the tv. The hot water relaxed me massaging
my sore back and flaming muscles. I would sleep comfortable tonight that
was for sure. 

"Come here, Pumpkin!" I said. Tarran got off the sofa-sleeper and stood
before me expectantly. I pulled his pants off along with his underwear
stripping away all clothing until he stood naked. I turned him around
and without saying a word, he bent over. "Are we gonna play buttlove?"
he asked.
 
"Yeah, Sweetpea," I replied. After weeks of continuous anal sex, Tarran
no longer feared having my cock in him. He no longer cried when
penetrated, but only grunted. He liked it when I moaned during each
session of "buttlove" because he knew that I was in the throes of
ecstasy. He wanted to please me and enjoyed the praise I gave him
afterwards. 

With Tarran's ass pointing at me and his pink puckered hole exposed I
applied a coating of Preparation H which seemed to sooth his rectum far
better than Vaseline. I laid him on the bed and parted his legs --
taking up my position over him and punching through his warm hole with
care. 

I rocked and rammed into him grunting and panting shoving deep into him
almost far enough to feel his pelvis. Tarran's rectum greeted the shaft
of my cock with a fierce milking grip as my flesh slid in and out. I
moaned his name with a ragged breath of lust while Tarran grunted
beneath me. The searing fire that powered my groin sent waves of
orgasmic volleys through my body. I gasped through hot and labored lungs
feeling desire pulsing like branching limbs of hot white tendrils of
lightning. My hungry thrusts and the melding of my cock with the shit
that shared that dark warm space felt rapturous and inviting that my
balls could no longer hold the flood back. A steady stream at first,
began flowing, then small strings of my sperm shot forth in powerful
climactic wads. I humped his ass until the orgasm began to fade. 

When I pulled out of him I rested on my back and wiped the lube and shit
off my cock then began to think of the wonderful freedom that I had with
my baby boy's body. I had to teach Tarran control. I had to teach him
when and where he could ask for my cock. So many thoughts... so very
tired.
 
Tarran climbed atop of me and gave me an innocent affectionate hug and I
squeezed him in return planting a kiss on his forehead. "You're such a
good baby boy," I said. "you make daddy so happy." I shut the television
off and covered both of our naked bodies with the warm blankets. 

In the darkness of night I held my little boy, stroking his silky smooth
skin until he succumbed to the throes of sleep. Beyond the camper walls,
the sounds of cars and tractor-trailers plowed into the night on the
neverending road to unknown destinations. 

Chapter 4

   I awoke to find Tarran resting between my legs licking my cock. The
warmness of his tongue and the enthusiasm with which he licked only
proved to me that he had come to enjoy the pleasures of my sex. My cock
greeted his tongue with graditude by standing fully erect. His
fascination with the contours of my flesh and the moans I produced
encouraged him further to lick harder until he was ready to engulf the
head of my dick, "Tarran, your such a good boy!"

Tarran's moist lips milked my cock for the white creamy juice that he
now enjoyed as a snack. He manipulated my cock with his lips and tongue
until my balls let loose and the sperm began to flow. Tarran swallowed
each ounce of my seed wanting more wrapping his young hands around the
shaft of my cock, jerking my flesh, encouraging more stringlets of cum
to shoot. 

Even after his ration of sperm ceased to flow, Tarran continued to lick
my cock until his wet tongue began to travel down to my balls and then
travelling further until he reached my butt
crack.

Tarran had never licked my ass before, but I had licked his. Perhaps
after watching and feeling me lapping at his he had grown curious and
was willing to eat my hole. 

Nevertheless, I turned over onto my belly and allowed the boy to lick.
Tarran never hesitated to work on my ass. With his soft hands, he pulled
my butt cheeks apart and began to lick.

Tarran was so intrigued by the softness of my hole that he licked with
undimished hunger. The feeling of his young face buried in my ass set my
soul free -- breeding unspeakable rapturous pleasures that only one
could hope to have for a life time. I was now more determined to make
this a regular practice for Tarran and I. 

The longer Tarran's face was submerged in me, the more he wanted to
lick. He was so consumed that morning by my hidden hole that he didn't
stop for anything until I had to pry the child's head from my ass. But
before doing that I allowed my son to have his way with me and before I
ended his pleasure, Tarran shoved one of his small fingers into the
warmness of my hole. I knew that once he grew and his cock was long
enough, my son would be able and willing to fuck me. 

The morning was wasting away as I knew that breakfast was yet to be
eaten and miles put behind us.

Before breakfast, I was eager to exercise my stiff body. Taking
advantage of the lube that I used on Tarran the night before I decided
to fuck his bottom until my heart was pumping full force.

"Its time for =91Butt Love=92," I said. Tarran immediately climbed out
of the covers resting his body with his smooth ass exposed to me. Just
the sight of his bottom made my cock come back to life. 

I stuffed his hole ramming my cock into him causing him to grunt in the
process as I began to rock back and forth, in and out allowing myself to
savour the tightness of his young rectum as I labored under heavy pants
of air gasping Tarran's beautiful name over and over as my little sex
toy moaned with each fiery thrust of my cock. My balls quiverd and
pulsed before letting loose another volley of my cum which began coating
his youthful hole. I moaned and groaned when the surge of my orgasim
began to overtake me until the surge of lustful heat enveloped my groin
setting it ablaze with incendiary force -- wave after wave of warm
sticky cum shot inward flooding Tarran's bowels until my body had
nothing left to squirt. 

Tarran was my dream come true. With his body as mine to do with as I
pleased, I would uncage my lust and unchain the fire of my own youth
upon my child with undeniable passion. There was nothing in the world to
live for except the innocence of Tarran's body.

                       *    *    *

We ate breakfast that morning at a small roadside cafe wondering what
would become of me as Tarran grew to be a man. It was then and there
that I decided that the boy needed to be completely dependent upon me
for survival. I would teach him nothing to help him mature, but teach
him that sex was everything and nothing else mattered. Life would be
good. 


                             THE END