"Two of a kind," I said, and showed him my cards.

"Dammit," Dave said. "You called my bluff with a pair of twos?"

"Can't bullshit a bullshitter," I said and took a swig of my beer. "Besides, you always bluff when you get desperate. So that's three hundred you owe me now."

"Three?"

"Double or nothing, pal. You said it yourself."

Dave was quiet for a second. He leaned back in his chair and it creaked. Dave's a big guy. Strong, burly. Good guy, though. We've been having these games for the last six months. His wife works the late shift so we get to drink beer, take shots, and play poker into the wee hours. All he has to do is watch his kid and he ain't too bad. Cute little ten-year-old boy named Brendan. Had a mop of curly dark hair, button nose, and ruby red lips and was dressed that night in t-shirt, shorts, and socks. I mean, not that I noticed, really. I was a forty-two year old straight guy. But still, kid was cute. He was sweet, quiet, mostly watched TV on the couch while we played, but he fetched us beer when we ask. Wasn't too bad of a way to spend a Friday night.

Dave sat forward, grabbed the bottle of Old Crow, the real cheap rotgut stuff, and poured two shots.

"Oh, jeez," I said. "No more of the brown stuff."

"What? You got somewhere to be? Sides, I got an offer. An exchange, really. Cheers."

He held up his shot and I cheered him, downed mine and felt my stomach warm up again. My head was already swimming a bit.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Brendan, sweets," Dave called to his son on the couch. He bolted up. He was always eager to please his father. "Fetch us a couple of beers, will you?"

"Yes, dad," he said.

As soon as he left the room David leaned in further, conspiratorially.

"How long since you have been laid?" he said.

"What?"

"How long? Come on, I know you ain't been laid in a while. It's been a stretch. What? Six months? A year?"

"I'm doing, fine. Thank you very much."

"Jesus, longer than a year?" Dave said.

He wasn't that far off. I'm a decent looking fellow. Six foot, two hundred pounds. I can still bench two-twenty and make sure I keep my stomach toned. But in my line of work I just don't meet people all that often. Hadn't been with a woman in some time.

Brendan came in with two beers and Dave sat up straight. The boy set them on the card table and turned to walk back to the couch when Dave grabbed his arm.

"Hold on a sec, boy," he said. Then he turned back to me and said: "What if instead of me owing you three-hundred dollars, I let you have Brendan for tonight?"

"Dad!" he said.

"What?" I said.

"I let you fuck my little boy and we call it even," Dave said matter-of-factly, like it was a normal business transaction.

"Daddy," Brendan said with a whimper.

"You're drunk," I said.

"Maybe, but the offer stands," Dave said.

"He's good, man. The best." David said to his son.

And then I saw his hand linger just a bit too long on his arm, moving up and down, caressing, touching, in a way a father shouldn't touch his own son. The boy looked down and let his shaggy hair cover his face.

"You can't be serious," I said.

"Absolutely. He's great. Small mouth, smooth skin, and let me tell you, tight ass butt-pussy."

"What?"

"His little anal cunt," he said and dropped a hand to his boy's ass and started to knead that little plump bubble butt.

"Taught him to suck cock real good. Didn't I, baby?" He started to nuzzle his boy's neck and give him a little kiss.

"Didn't I?"

He just nodded his head.

"Does Mary know?"

"Nope. This is something special between father and son. Isn't that right baby?"

"Daddy, please don't," he whimpered.

"Dave, there's no way I can fuck your son."

"Sure there is. He loves it. You love it don't you, hun? He comes every time, dude. Seriously, he always gets into it. Tell him, sweetie. Tell him the truth. Tell him how much you crave it."

He was quiet for a second and then nodded his head.

"Say it," Dave said.

"…i love it…" he said.

"Come on, tell him."

"I love it when my daddy fucks me."

"Jesus Christ, Dave," I said. "What if your wife finds out? You could go to jail."

"No one's going to jail. My sweetie loves me, loves my cock, loves our special time together. He loves getting fucked. Fucked hard. He would never want to see his daddy in jail, would you sweetie?"

"No, daddy."

"So, whaddya say, man? Wanna fuck my son?"

"No, man, no way. It's wrong, dude. No way."

"Okay, man. Okay. Just thought I'd check. But, you don't know what you are missing."

He let go of his son and he pulled away and ran back to the couch. Dave reached out and poured another two shots. I didn't protest this one. Barely waited for the cheers. I needed it to wash away all the crazy talk. And to calm my dick. It was hard. So hard, and leaking precum. No way I could let Dave see that. Took a swig of my fresh beer.

"Stay for one more game?" Dave said. "Gotta finish your beer at least."

I should have left then. I think part of me knew what would happen if I stayed for another hand. But stay I did.

"Sure, one more," I said. Mind still spinning.

"Double or nothing?" Dave said with a big smile.

"Sure, yeah, okay," I said.

Dave poured another shot of Old Crow. He dealt out the hand.

"He swallows my come, every time," Dave said.

"What? Come on, man," I said. I had three of a kind, low cards.

"He does. I don't even have to tell him. He just does it."

Brendan turned and looked at us from the couch. I think he was sniffling.

"Not like his mom. That bitch won't even go down on me. Bren? He loves it. Loves his daddy's cock. Takes the whole thing in his tight little ass. You should see it man, it's gorgeous. You think it'll never fit in and then it does and once it does you think I'll never take it out, cause it's so fucking nice in my little baby's cunt."

I stared at my cards. They didn't make sense to me. They didn't mean anything. I didn't care about any of it. My head was swimming and everything Dave said echoed around in my brain. He was right, I hadn't been laid in ages. And his descriptions of his little boy's tight little pussy and tender little mouth… And then looking over at him. He was so small and so precious on the couch, his skinny little body, his dark hair and smooth skin. His mouth so small. Imagining my fat cock half-way in his mouth, him gulping down my come, asking for more. His smooth legs and perfect skin. Imagining a little boy coming–

"How many?" Dave said. "Earth to Brad, how many cards you want?" He saw the look in my eye. "You're hard, aren't you."

I nodded my head.

"So then I'll ask you one more time. Would you like to fuck a tight, innocent, precious little boy? Tonight. Right here. On that couch."

I didn't say anything for a moment. How could I? How could I not! Plus, the drink, it felt like saying yes was the only choice, the only natural choice.

"Yes," I whispered.

"What's that?" Dave said.

"Yes," I said louder. "Yes, I want to fuck your son."

"Good man," Dave said with a smile. "But three things," he held up his fingers as he counted, "One, we're even. Two, I get to watch. And three, you have to cum deep in his pussy."

"Fuck," I said and felt my cock throb. It seemed this was happening miles away.

We put down our cards and Dave stood up. "Come on."

I stood, but awkward, what with my raging cock.

"Bren, baby, come here. Help Uncle Brad with his cock. His pants are too tight."

Dave plopped into his recliner and fished out his cock. It was huge. Thick.

"Daddy, please!" Brendan whined.

"Go on, baby. Brad is going to take real good care of you." Dave turned to Brad. "Gotta be gentle with my baby. Though he does like it rough, once you get going."

The boy came off the couch and reluctantly walked over to me, gaze cast down. He gave a little sob. For some reason, this made me even harder. Like an expert he unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper and pulled out my cock. His little tiny fingers were electric on my skin.

"Daddy, please," he whimpered.

"Go on, sugar. Take care of him. Maybe you can make him come early, save your boy pussy from a hard pounding."

That seemed to get to him cause he turned and held up my cock and then plunged it into his mouth.

"Oh!" I groaned.

Dave was right. He was amazing. He took half of my cock in the first go, which looked like a baseball bat getting shoved down his throat, he was so small. Back and forth he went on my cock and my knees went weak. He licked my slit and I felt my balls churn. He stroked and swirled and worked my cock just like the expert his father said he was.

And it was so wrong! This little thing on my cock, giving me the best cock-suck of my life. I reveled in it. He knew all the tricks and knew to keep his teeth off my cock despite the confines of his little mouth. This went on for a while, Dave stroking his dick and giving his son encouraging words. But the whiskey was doing its trick and despite the fact that I hadn't been laid in ages, despite having the monster suck of my life, I knew I was going to last. I was going to fuck this tiny little boy. I took off my shirt as he worked me and dropped my pants to my ankles. He looked up at me, with worried eyes, and whimpered. He redoubled his efforts to try and get me to come. And they were great, those efforts. He was really trying to swallow my cock and work it with the back of his throat. I finally did have to pull him off I was so close. But I'd gone too far. I wanted a crack at his crack.

He kinda sobbed when I pulled him off, a trail of spit from his mouth to my cock. I stepped out of my jeans and pushed him over to the couch. I sat him down and gently lifted his shirt. He cried quietly. My dick bounced in time with my beating heart. He just stared at it. I pulled off his shorts and socks and underwear and there he was, naked on the couch, covering his little cock and balls with his hand. He was every bit as perfect as his father had said. Perfect little legs, perfect little chest and stomach, perfect little nipples the size of dimes, perfect toes, perfect tears, perfect mouth, perfect cocksucker. I was so hard.

"Here you go, hoss," Dave said and tossed me a little bottle of lube from his pocket.

Dave just had a bottle of lube in his pocket? Doubtful. If I hadn't been so drunk… and lusting for that child, might have picked up on the fact that this whole thing might've been preplanned.

"Gotta really work it in. Couple of fingers up in his pussy, stretch him out. Make sure you're coated up, too."

It was like a dream, like I wasn't me, as I squirted out some lube, coated my fingers and lifted the boy's legs. I saw his pussy. Talk about perfect. It was light colored and all scrunched up and just so cute. Really, right then, I wanted to kiss it. I got in close.

"Don't worry," Dave said. "My boy's clean. I made sure he took a bath and well, I made sure he was all clean down there, you know what I mean."

Hearing that, I couldn't resist. I leaned in and planted my wet tongue right on a ten-year old boy's anal pussy. He gasped and groaned and squirmed as I loved his pussy with my tongue.

Then I dipped a lubed up finger in his ass. He squirmed some more and whined but Dave told me he loves it. Don't worry, get in there. I buried my finger up to the knuckle on the first poke. Was almost like the kid's pussy ate up my finger. I added another finger and the boy whimpered and scrunched up his eyes. I worked him. In and out, lots of lube, he started to breathe funny and gasp a lot. I tried to scissor his anal opening, but he was so tight.

"Yeah, yeah," Dave said. "That bitch is ready."

I lathered up my cock in lube, put the child's ankles on my shoulders, and lined my cock up with his tiny opening. I was dripping so much precum it almost felt like I was peeing. How the hell was it going to fit in there? So small and smooth and innocent. It was a perfect little boy cunt. And I wanted to pump cock deep into it.

"Go on," Dave said. "He can take it."

My head touched his wet lubed lips and I felt the fire. In me, in him, in the ass fucking that was about to happen. I leaned in and felt his little lips pucker up and try and keep me out. My cockhead flared against his little boy-hole. I pressed harder and the little boy winced. I stopped and waited for him to relax and pushed again and the head slipped in as the boy yelped at my entry. I knew right then, Dave had fucked his own son many, many, many times. I encountered resistance after that.

"Go on, push it in."

I gave him a second and then pushed my hips forward. He cried out and tried to squirm away but I grabbed his hips instinctively. I was an animal, he was mine, we were going to mate. I pulled him onto my cock and he cried.

"Never mind the tears," Dave said. "It's all just an act to get you to fuck him harder. He loves it."

I don't know that he was right, but the excuse was enough for me. I worked the rest of my dick in to his boy pussy as he yelped and sobbed, but he didn't appear to be in excruciating pain. Besides, he took his father and he was way bigger than me. It was obscene, really. I mean, yeah, a forty-year-old man force fucking a ten-year-old boy. A boy. And I wasn't fucking him, I was raping him. I was. It was terrible. And so hot. But what was really obscene was looking down at my adult man-cock jutting out of his tiny little ass pussy, his little anal ring stretched tight and thin around the girth of my cock. So I pressed it all the way home. Felt my wiry pubs scratch up against his bare, smooth skin. And I fucked him. Really fucked him. I grunted and growled and told him how hot he was. Told him what a good fuck he was. Cause he was. His little legs by my shoulders, his hands on my forearms, fingers dug in, trying to hold me back as I powered into his pussy. He took all of me. I started to pound him. Tears were streaming down his face, but this made me hotter and he seemed to buck back, into my thrusts. I was raping him and he was loving it. His pussy spasmed around my cock.

"You're so hot, baby," I said. "You're a little piece of heaven! Oh, oh, oh!"

Then I came. I pressed all the way deep into him, too hard, smashing his poor little body deep into the couch. Poor boy took all my cock and all my weight, two hundred pounds of man pressing down on him. I came and pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped. I splashed volley after ropey volley of fully adult male semen onto the walls of his underage boy-pussy. Then I collapsed on top of him. I rolled a little to the side, so he could breathe as I felt my cock throb and soak in my own cum and lube. My cock was fully marinating in that little boy.

In my haze I turned and looked at Dave. He was coming down from just having shot all his daddy seed on his stomach after watching his friend fuck his son. He was fucked up. So was I. Especially since I knew this was going to happen next Friday.

Little Bran was too amazing, too small, too hot, too slutty, too good to pass up. I just had to pump my load into his stomach. And besides, Dave was a terrible poker player.

The End