J.O. Dickingson

The Gargoyle of Male Fecundity

Chapters 4-5

Chapter 4

"We can't go?" Billy asked, his big turquoise eyes having become moist upon hearing the news.

"I'm sorry," Bobby replied. "The motorhome needs a valve job."

"You can't get it done?"

"No, I'm afraid not. I don't have the money."

"I got some in my piggy bank."

"I'm afraid it will cost a lot more than that."

"Well, that's okay," Billy said, his lower lip quivering as he tried to be brave. "At least we're together. We will be able to see each other every day still won't we? You are going to take a holiday."

"Of course," Bobby said as he drew the eight-year-old boy close to him, his two-hundred-and-sixty-five pound [120 kg], six-foot-four [1.93 m] frame dwarfing the youngster. Weighing in at fifty-nine pound [27 kg] and standing at four-foot-three [1.30 m], the boy was trying his best to be a man, to hold back his tears. The husky truck driver felt a lump forming in his throat as he looked down at the boy.

Billy tried his best to handle his disappointment. He had so been looking forward to this camping trip. He and Kevin had been emailing almost daily, discussing their plans for when they finally met up. It was going to be so neat to play with someone his own age who knew the types of things that he was experiencing, things that most boys his age had to go without, things like having a lover who cared for him in a way that no other man could, and of course having orgasms, lots of orgasms, and stuff like that. There were supposed to be others at the campground too, others like him and Bobby, and he was looking forward to meeting other kids also. Like many boys his age, the tousle-haired blond was a bundle of energy, outgoing and gregarious, eager to explore the world.

More than that though, more than meeting Kevin, more than anything else in the world, he was looking forward to the two-week camping trip because it meant he and Bobby would be together for two solid weeks, twenty-four hours a day. They would have breakfast together, spend the day together, go to bed together, and wake up the next morning together. Over the past twenty-nine months since they had first met his love for the man had grown daily to the point where he hated to be away from him. Oh, he still loved his mom and his dad, and he still wanted to be living with them. He always would, but he wanted to be able to spend more time with Bobby too. He sometimes would lay awake at night and imagine what it would be like if Bobby could move in with them, be his older brother well, that wouldn't be possible be his uncle or something.

Of course living together in the same house could create a problem. There was no way that they could live in the same house and not have sex together. Billy smiled as he thought about that. Sex was not the only reason Billy loved the big, hairy trucker, but it certainly was a big part of their relationship. He loved being able to please his 'furry bear' as he'd begun calling Bobby. He knew that he could, and he was so happy that there was something he could do in return for the many things that his furry bear did for him. Of course Bobby never expected anything in return, he never had, but that was why it felt so good to do stuff for him, just as he imagined Bobby must feel when the big trucker did stuff for him. That was what love was all about, doing stuff for each other even though the other person didn't ask or even expect it.

Love was not just doing stuff for each other, Billy realized. It was much more than that. Love was doing sex stuff too. It was fucking and sucking and jacking off. Of the three, Billy loved getting fucked the best. It was the most awesome experience in the world well, one of the most awesome experiences in the world. Going to Star Wars with Bobby was awesome too, as was going to Disneyland with his parents. It was just a different type of awesome, an awesome that swept through your mind and your body and made it explode. Billy envied Bobby's wife, being able to spend every night in bed with him. He knew that Bobby loved her too though, just as he loved his parents, and that was all right.

Not only was it great doing it together, but they were introducing Billy Bob to sex too, and that was so cool. For one he knew Bobby and his wife weren't doing that. For another, Billy Bob was going to know right from the beginning just how much fun guys can have together, not have to wait for a whole six years like Billy had to.

"We can go to the amusement park every day," offered Bobby, interrupting Billy's thoughts. "Just think, riding the Bumper Cars every day."

He knew that Billy loved to ride the Bumper Cars. What the hell, he did too. He could feel the kid trembling in his arms, and he knew it wasn't out of excitement to go to any amusement park. Fuck, he could not go through with this. He could not continue the lie.

"I'll get it fixed."

Billy looked up at him, his cheeks streaked where he'd been unable to stop the tears. The boy was not sure he had heard right, was not sure he could hope for such a thing.

"We'll be able to go."

"Really?"

"Really."

"But the money."

"Don't worry. I'll work it out."

"I knew you would, I just knew you would," Billy said, tugging on the big man's shirt, drawing him down to his level.

He threw his arms about the big trucker's neck and gave him a kiss, a sweet, happy boy kiss on the lips. It was just that, a kiss of affection, a kiss of appreciation. His breath was fresh and clean. Bobby returned the kiss, normally delighting in the boy's tender lips but feeling too guilty to enjoy it at that moment. He kissed the boy's soft cheeks, tasting the saltiness of his tears. He kissed him again, and then again, trying to kiss away the tears, trying to kiss away the pain he had caused, trying to kiss away his guilt. It had been a stupid idea, and if he could, he would turn the time back to before he'd made the announcement to Billy. He felt like such an heel for what he'd just done to the boy. One thing was certain, he would never do it again.

"I just knew you would," Billy repeated.

Bobby felt a pain rip through his heart. The boy had no idea the pain that comment caused, but it was fitting considering the pain he'd caused his sweet young boy-wife. Now not only did he have to live with the memory of having caused that pain, but also the guilt that Billy now thought he was some sort of hero for coming through for him when all along he'd been the villain, a rotten, lying villain, and a coward.

It hadn't been that he wasn't looking forward to the camping trip too. He wanted nothing more than to be with the boy twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week also. He wanted to eat with him, play with him, teach him, explore new things with him, sleep with him especially sleep with him. Sex between himself and his wife was a duty, a once a week husbandly responsibility. Sex with Billy was a delight, a reward at the end of a long day. He'd long ago lost count of how many times on a long, boring haul he'd thought about the very first time he'd had sex with Billy there in his room amongst the science fiction posters and models, there on his little bed with the coverlet of planets and stars. The best thing about it was that the boy enjoyed getting fucked as much as Bobby enjoyed fucking him.

Billy Bob cried from his crib, interrupting his thoughts. Billy went to get him. Bobby wanted to spend more time with his little son too, getting to understand him, teaching him things that fathers are supposed to teach their sons, playing with him, watching the delight in Billy's eyes as the two of them lay on the floor and stacked blocks, or as Billy Bob sucked his dinner off Billy's little pickle. He wanted to bond with the boy, not the type of bonding as between himself and Billy, but the type of bonding between a father and a son. Well, with a bit of a difference than the bond between most fathers and their sons. Theirs was a very special relationship, but then Billy Bob was a very special baby, a love child. Just looking at him one felt love and tenderness, and, although it seemed crazy, Bobby also had to say horny.

It would have been great the three of them camping together and just having fun amongst the three of them. That part of the camping trip he really was looking forward to, but unlike Billy, he wished they could do it alone. He wished they had not agreed to meet up with Kyle and Kevin and their little baby Korby, and to go on to camp where the others were. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet the three K's, as he and Billy had come to call them. He wanted to see Kyle as much as Billy wanted to see Kevin. He wanted to see how the young man was doing, and to talk about the secret things they had in common, boylove and having a miracle baby, for that was what Billy Bob and Korby were.

However, there were other secrets that he did not want to share, secrets that involved himself and Billy and Billy Bob. Bobby cursed silently. Why did something like what they had, something so wonderful, so full of love and joy, have to be kept secret? Why could they not just do things without fear what others might think? Why in this society in this time and place did people have to think so wrongly about the relationship they had? Why could people not see the beauty that could be between a man and a boy? There was no harm in what the three of them were doing. He had always believed that or he would never have done what he had done, and his experiences with Billy these past twenty-nine months only confirmed his opinion.

He believed in the rightness of what they were doing, yet he had given in. He had given in to the majority opinion. He had given in to his fears and doubts, to the belief that others would condemn him for what he was doing with Billy Bob even though they were boylovers themselves. That had lead to the lie about the valve job. Like all lies, it had just caused needless pain. It had not solved anything, and now that he had retracted it, the problem was all the worse. He should have known that would happen. Lies never were a solution. He should not have been so weak.

As Billy returned with Billy-Bob, the youngster spotted his big daddy and broke into a wobbly run. He literally leaped up into his lap and gave him a hug. Nothing can compare to a big warm hug of baby just fresh out of bed. Billy sat down beside Bobby and hugged them both, and Bobby forgot his worries and his guilt. It was all a part of adjusting to this new life of theirs. Bobby set his jaw. They were a family, and no matter what lay ahead, they would meet it head on, and they would meet it together.

***

Several days later they pulled into the Idaho Falls KOA campground. They had agreed to meet Kyle and Kevin there before travelling together to the unadvertised campground in the Teton mountain range. Even though they had thoroughly discussed everything, what they could tell and what they could not, and why, Bobby was still nervous. Billy would never disobey him, but Billy was only eight. Even the most mature eight-year-old slipped up, and Billy was a typical youngster. Checking in at the office, they found Kyle and Kevin had already arrived and had reserved the campsite beside them for Bobby and Billy.

A mix of happiness and apprehension passed over Bobby as he drove up beside the Bowler. The two boys immediately changed and headed for the pool, and as soon as Bobby had hooked up the motorhome, he and Kyle joined them with their two toddlers, Billy Bob now twenty-three months and Korby sixteen months old. For the next hour the six of them romped and splashed and swam and enjoyed the water and each other's company just like any other pair of families. The two youngsters stayed in the pool while the adults took the babies back to the campsite. Leaving them to get acquainted in the play pen, Bobby and Kevin set up the barbeque and made the boys their favourite, hamburgers and corn on the cob.

It was Billy, returning to the campsite half an hour later arm in arm with Kevin, who pointed out the two babies to them. They were sitting quietly in the corner of the playpen, Billy Bob with his right arm about Korby's neck and Korby with his left arm about Billy Bob's, the two staring into each other's eyes, as if hypnotized by each other, or as if they were communicating by mental telepathy. The others thought that the two babies were simply mesmerized by each other, by the novelty of someone their same size, but Bobby was not so certain. The way the two babies had been looking into each other's eyes was very strange, almost eerie.

After supper they took the babies for a stroll about the campground before putting them to bed, and then they sat about the campfire and talked about what had been happening in each other's lives. Kyle had finished his second year of university in marine biology, and Kevin, like Billy, had finished grade three. Other than school, the main focus in both Kevin and Kyle's lives had been their miracle baby, and being typical parents, they had brought an album of photos of Kevin with his first tooth at five months, saying his first word at six months (which they said with amusement was 'bum'), having his first solid food at eight months, and taking his first steps at 10 months.

"So how did you two meet anyway?" asked Bobby.

"It was rea…," began Kyle.

"It was so…," began Kevin.

"You go," said Kyle.

"No, you. You tell it so much better."

"Well, I'll start," Kyle said, giving in. "I was at the arcade one Saturday, like I was every Saturday, checking out the young boys, dreaming and wishing. I think you know what I mean."

Bobby and Billy both nodded agreement.

"Well, like I'm playing solo on this game called Road Warrior, and this ancient oriental dude suddenly shows up. Like one moment he's not there and the next moment he's beside me, you know?"

Bobby nodded again, remembering his own strange meeting with the oriental.

"Well, he says, 'you're pretty good at that', and I replied, 'shit pretty good, I'm the arcade champ', which is true, because the game records the top ten scores, and I was the highest score."

"Kyle's the best," said Kevin, beaming up at the twenty-year-old proudly and Kyle smiled back in appreciation.

"Well, he says maybe he can beat me, and I laughed and said what would you like to bet? Well, he takes out this small velvet bag that like you imagine must have jewels or rare coins or something in it, and he says he'll put that up. I ask what's in it, and he smiles, and says 'your most ardent dream'. Well, that don't make no sense, and besides, my most ardent dream was to find someone like Kevin."

The two smiled and hugged and Kyle continued. "Well, I says I don't really have anything to bet, and he says, he'll bet the necklace I'm wearing." He reached up and tugged on his necklace, a thick chain-link necklace like many young men were wearing. "Well, I got it from my best buddy, so I told him it was something special to me and he says he knows, and I ask him how, and he gives me some weird answer that don't make sense. I don't remember exactly what it was now, but it was something like 'it is the receiving of a gift from a good friend that gives the gift its true value' or something like that."

Bobby could related to the oriental's vagueness and mystique from his own meeting with the man. "Well, anyway, we play, and like this old dude is good. Like for each point I made he matched, and we play like on and on chalking up the points. I'd never played so hot before but this dude kept matching me point for point until finally I gain a point and he fumbles and the game is over. So I take the bag, and there's this big ugly looking frog in it, but of course you know what it really was."

Again his audience nodded.

"Well, like I figured fuck, I almost lost my necklace for some ugly statue. I'm about to tell him I think he's ripped me off, but then he starts telling me things like the statue will bring me what I have been desiring, and that I'm to concentrate on exactly what it is that I want and I'll get the boy of my dreams. Well, like I'm surprised when he says boy, but like I still don't believe a word he's saying, especially since there was no way he could know what type of boy I was dreaming of having, and even though I desperately wanted to believe him. Then he says I'm to give this special boy these four suppositories which he'll sell to me for four hundred dollars, and then like I figure I see his scam. Let me win the worthless statue but the drugs I got to buy or whatever. Of course I said no way and that I'm not into drugs or drugging kids but he tells me they aren't drugs and like he persists and talks in circles that I can't follow, but at the same time he's hinting about things that nobody knows except me."

He paused and looked at them for some hint that they understood what he was saying, and that they believed him. Receiving it, he continued. "Well, anyway, like finally I buy the stuff on instalment and away I go. Well, I'm thinking about the boy in my favourite fantasy of course, and I only walked a block and like there is Kevin, sitting on the curb, the most beautiful boy in the world."

"Ha, beautiful," said Kevin. "I was dirty, my clothes were torn, and I was sitting in a back alley beside a dumpster full of stinking garbage."

"An angel amongst grime and filth," said Kyle poetically, his eyes shining with love that was so evident to Bobby and Billy, the type of love that can only come from a boylover.

"I had been in a fight with my mom about smoking."

"You were smoking?" asked Bobby.

"No, she was," Kevin replied to Bobby's surprise. "I was telling her it was stinky and harmful and all that and she should quit and she was hollering she was the adult and would do what she wanted and didn't need some snivelling kid telling her what to do with her life, especially a kid she didn't want in the first place."

The anger in the eight-year-old's voice made it more than abundantly clear how he felt about his mother, and how she felt about him. More than once Bobby had felt it a shame that there wasn't some sort of test you had to pass before you could have children. Travelling on the road like he did, he'd seen far too many cases of parents who had no clue when it came to raising children, and sometimes even worse, no desire to be doing it.

"Well, I saw him sitting there, his face black with anger and his cheeks streaked with tears."

"I weren't crying," Kevin said defensively. "I was mad. Sometimes when I get real mad my eyes water."

"Yes, you were mad, as you should have been," agreed Kyle, astute enough to understand the boy didn't want Billy to know he'd been crying. That afternoon he had met Kevin he had denied he'd been crying too, trying to act tough because all his life he'd been taught that tough guys don't cry. "Anyway," Kyle continued, "I sat down on the curb with him and like we talked, and I offered to take him for an ice cream cone."

"Watching me licking it gave him such a boner he couldn't walk," interrupted Kevin, a sparkle in his dark brown eyes and an impish grin curling his lips.

"And he noticed and licked the cone all the more seductively, the little sneak," Kyle said lovingly, putting his arm about the boy's neck and drawing him close.

"Yeah, it was so cool," Kevin said with a wide grin. "I know I got good looks that turn guys on, and it's so cool turning someone on and knowing they are feeling randy because of something I did." He and Billy exchanged knowing grins.

"Anyway, like after teasing me like that for a few minutes, he finally looks at me, and says, 'when I finish licking this cone, can I lick your dick?' as he flashes me this sexy grin. Like I couldn't believe it. That was exactly what I wanted to hear."

"You might have wanted to hear it, but I had to say it twice."

"I couldn't believe my ears the first time. Hell, I couldn't believe them the second time either."

"So we ended up sixty-nining in the bushes in the park on the way back to my house, and that night we met again and made love for hours."

"Hot, passionate love."

"Oh yeah," agreed Kevin, his face brightening with a wide, open-mouthed boyish grin and a merry sparkle in his eyes.

"And you know the rest."

"Yeah," Billy said with a grin too.

"So like how did the two of you meet?" asked Kyle.

Bobby described his meeting with the ancient in the second hand store, and how he had searched for and dreamed about the boy of his dreams for several days before meeting Billy in the hardware store. The two of them described that experience, each from his personal perspective, and then between the two of them they described the meetings the two of them had subsequently.

"So, you on holiday now or what?" asked Bobby.

"No, I have a summer job at the university," said Kyle. "I was like able to get away early today, and I got Friday off, but I got to be back at work Monday. So like we just got the four days, so we got to make the most of it."

"Especially the sex part," Kevin announced with a wide grin.

"Oh yeah," agreed Billy, "whenever me and Bobby are together we do that too."

Bobby's apprehension went up several notches and he glanced over at Billy to give him a warning glance, but he was looking the other way.

"That's the best part of all, getting horny together and then making each other feel good."

"Yeah," said Billy dreamily.

Bobby and Kyle glanced at each other above the heads of the two boys, feeling a bit embarrassed by their candidness, but also proud of their two little boys. They were so eager to have sex, and so animated about it that it was difficult not to be as enthused as they were.

"Well, on that note, maybe Kevin and I should turn in," Kyle said.

"I imagine Billy and I can find something to occupy ourselves," said Bobby with a smile.

"Actually," began Billy, "Kevin and me was talking…"

"Oh?" the two adults said eagerly, both with a hint of concern in their voices.

"We'd like to do it together, the four of us, like we done last summer."

Bobby and Kyle glanced at each other.

"Please? We only got four days, and we want to spend it together."

"Well," said Bobby, "I think Kyle and I will have to talk about this."

"It's cool with me if like it's cool with you," Kyle announced.

"It's cool with me," Bobby replied.

"Cool," the two boys chorused and the four of them laughed.

They retired to the motorhome and Billy and Kevin immediately took the lead. The two boys put on a regular performance for the benefit of the two special adults in their life. Putting on a CD by the Moffats, Billy and Kevin began to slowly and seductively strip each other in time to the music by the young teens while their lovers watched. Kevin raised his arms, allowing Billy to pull his T-shirt off over his head, and then Billy gyrated his hips suggestively as Kevin unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing the boy's thin chest and slim waist. They removed each other's shorts together, slipping them over each other's narrow hips and then pushing them down together and stepping out of them.

Clad now only in their jockey briefs, Billy's blue Fruit of the Loom and Kevin's white Calvin Kleins, the two boys turned to their lovers, but to the surprise of Bobby and Kyle, the other's partner rather than their own. Bobby found it so hot to watch his jockey clad boy removing Kyle's muscle shirt and then massaging the hot youth's smooth chest as he gradually slipped his hands down to his jeans. It was also so erotic having Kevin undoing his belt and pulling down his fly, and then pushing down his trousers in front of his lover and in front of Billy. The two eight-year-olds stripped the adults down to their boxers, seductively and impishly stroking their butts and groping them between the legs, delighting in the familiar feel of warm, damp crotches and the excitement of groping someone totally new.

Still moving in time to the music, Billy and Kevin removed each other's briefs, and then continuing to sway and bob, they watched as Bobby and Kyle slipped their hands inside each other's boxers and drew them down.

Laying down on the bed side by side, the two couples began to make love, kissing each other gently and caressing each other's body as they had done countless times in private. Kyle and Bobby were conscious of each other's presence, but at the same time strangely uninhibited by the other. Neither was an exhibitionist, but they were comfortable with each other, and confident in their individual approaches to foreplay. They did some things differently, and they watched and learned from each other, and they did other things identically, and they smiled at each other with the knowledge that the other knew exactly how they were feeling at that moment in time.

So the two pairs explored each other's bodies in their own way, and it did not take long for the four of them to become aroused. While Billy twirled his fingers in Bobby's chest hairs and licked and kissed his hairy teats, Bobby drew the boy close to him, delighting in the heat of his tiny body, and reached around behind and slipped his finger along the boy's sweaty crack. He swiped his finger up and down the entire length of the crack several times, and then zoned in on Billy's little butthole. He twisted and wiggled his finger, working the tip into the boy's itching, eager opening, causing Billy to squirm and giggle with the sensation.

Meanwhile, Kyle slipped down to the foot of the bed, massaging Kevin's young, slender body from his neck down to his ankles on his way. Then rolling Kevin over on his stomach, the youth spread apart the young boy's butt cheeks with both hands and pressed his lips between them. His breathing drew heavier as he kissed and licked the eight-year-old's asscrack, and then zoned in on his little pucker. He kissed it, and with his lips pressed against it, he darted his hot, moist tongue against it. Pressing his lips tighter in that erotic kiss, he worked his tongue into the boy's eager hole. Kevin squirmed and giggled joyfully with the erotic sensation as his young lover rimmed him.

Their foreplay continued for a long time, each partner striving to bring pleasure to the other, and all four clearly succeeding as four cocks began to swell and one by one began to rise up. It was not long before all four were standing tall and proud, from the foreskin sheathed one-and-a-half inch [4 cm] boy cocks to the seven and eight inch [18-20 cm] cut man cocks, different sizes and ages but all with the same desire.

Billy and Kevin lay on their backs, side by side as they had done last summer, and their lovers knelt between their raised, outspread legs. Billy and Kevin grinned at each other in anticipation as Bobby and Kyle shared the tube of KY, lubing up their cocks and the love canal's of the two eight-year-olds. Then placing the tips of their hard, aching cocks against the two eager buttholes, they began to ease forward. Billy and Kevin grunted and strained to accept their lovers, and Bobby and Kyle inhaled sharply and held their breaths as they slowly eased their greased cocks into the two boys.

Although they had done this hundreds of times by then, they were slow and gentle, taking care not to cause their boys any pain. Their love chutes could stretch far wider than they had been able to the first time they had united, but they were still tight and the men were well-endowed. Bobby eased half of his eight inches [20 cm] into his beloved boy's butt, and Kyle similarly eased half of his seven inches [18 cm] into Kevin's love chute. As Bobby grasped Billy by the shoulders, the boy rested his slender calves on Bobby's hips and the big trucker began to ease his body to and fro rhythmically. Kyle and Kevin similarly began to fuck slowly and gently, enjoying the moment. As the two men eased their thick, hard cocks in and out of the tight, moist holes of their boy-wives, they inhaled and exhaled slowly and deeply with the delightful irritation of their cockheads and the pleasures rippling out from their union and through their bodies.

At the same time the two boys grunted and panted with the exquisite stimulation of their anuses, their little chests rising and falling as they trembled and sighed with the ripples of pleasure pulsating from their love chutes. Their lovers' coarse pubic hairs and hairy stomachs brushed back and forth over their tiny balls and stiff little cocks and the boys closed their eyes and threw their heads back in ecstasy with the awesome ripples of stimulation passing through their little pricklets. The tremors of pleasure passing through those tender little boy cocks came faster and faster and grew in intensity with each thrust of the two adults, until at last the boys bucked their hips wildly as their slender thighs quivered uncontrollably and their little boy cocks throbbed and spasmed. They opened and closed their peeholes in desperation as they climaxed, causing their buttholes to constrict and dilate too.

Their violent orgasm caused their two lovers to climax while the boys were still in the throes of ecstasy. Bobby and Kyle grunted with abandon, the overwhelming pleasure of ejaculating up the tight assholes of their little boys accented by the simultaneous dry orgasms of their two boy-wives. They threw their heads back and bared their teeth as they shot their seed repeatedly and violently into the two trembling boys, filling their narrow tiny love chutes with thick, hot cream. Over and over their cocks throbbed out their cum, squirting it deep inside their beloveds with a force that even randy teenagers would find difficult to match.

The four of them at last ceased their quivering and the two boys lay motionlessly on their backs while their two lovers hovered over them on hands and knees, the two pair still united asshole to groin. The four of them panted deeply as they relished the joy of orgasm, and the blissful flush that follows until finally the two men withdrew and rolled over beside their young boys.

The four lay there for a long time, until the two boys reached over simultaneously and began to fondle and fiddle with the limp, sticky cocks of their lovers. Just the touch of those hot, small hands on their organs caused Bobby and Kyle to begin to harden once again. It was not long before their two boys had gotten them hard, and the two once more lay on their backs, their slender legs spread and held in the air, exposing their eager little buttholes. The second time was just as delightful as the first.

The next morning the boys wanted to travel together, so they agreed to travel with Bobby for the morning, and then switch and travel together with Kyle after lunch. They wanted to tour a bit of Idaho before heading to the private campground they'd been given directions for. For lunch they stopped at a Dairy Queen for take out and found a quiet corner in the town park to eat.

"Every time I have an ice cream cone now I'm gonna think how you two met," Bobby said, taking a long sip from his vanilla milkshake.

"That was neat what you and Kyle did last night," commented Billy, wiping the smear of relish from his hamburger off his lips with the back of his hand.

"What was that?"

"You know, when you rolled over on your tummy and you licked him," Billy explained, looking at Kevin and then up at Kyle.

"Oh, rimming," said Kevin.

"Is that what that is called?"

"Yeah," said Kevin. "It really feels hot. And Kyle is expert at it."

"Looked like," said Bobby with a smile as Kyle blushed. The two adults shifted, their bodies reacting to the erotic conversation. It was so hot listening to the two eight-year-olds talking about sex.

"Oh yeah, rimming's one of our fav things. Korby's t…" Kevin clamped his lips shut and quickly looked up at Kyle, his face blanching. "Ah, that is, ah, Korby, ah, Korby's finished eating," he stammered looking over at Korby sitting on the blanket beside Kyle.

"You rim Korby?" asked Billy without the slightest hesitation as he looked at Kyle.

Kevin and Kyle looked at each other, the boy pleadingly and apologetic, the young man desperate and conceding the revelation. Bobby shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could signal Billy to drop the topic.

"Okay, yes, I do," Kyle finally said. "If you want to stop being with us, that's all right."

"Why would we do that?" Billy asked innocently.

"It's okay," Kyle said, looking up at Bobby, knowing that he knew the implications of what he'd just confessed. "If you like think we're sick or something, I understand."

"You're not the only ones who have been doing something that could be considered deviant," Bobby confided.

"What do you mean?"

"We've found Billy Bob enjoys sucking more than just Billy's nipples."

The two couples looked at each other, uncertain if they should say more, uncertain if they understood the other right. Then all four began talking at once, eager to explain what they had said, and eager to confirm what they had heard now that their secrets were out. There was an immense feeling of relief and joy, especially for the two adults. For Billy and Kevin, they were just glad they didn't have to be so worried about what they said anymore. Bobby confessed that he'd been so afraid Kyle and Kevin would find out their secret he had almost not taken the trip, and Kyle confessed the same thoughts.

"Well, I'm sure glad we did," observed Kevin.

"Heck yeah," agreed Billy.

"It's dumb being a big secret and everything anyway," said Kevin. "It so hot rimming Korby, and it don't do him no harm. He loves us doing it."

"Same with Billy Bob," observed Billy. "He loves to suck my pickle, and drinking Bobby's cum."

"There is an irresistible charm about Billy Bob," observed Bobby. "I just can't stop myself, and he enjoys doing it so much."

"Same with Korby," commented Kyle. "Like every time I do it I say never again, but next time he snuggles up to me I'm sure puts his little bum in my face on purpose and like I just can't resist."

"Well, I think it's dumb not doing it," observed Kevin with all the conviction of an eight-year-old.

"I agree," said Billy. "It's something special."

"Billy Bob and Korby are special," observed Bobby.

"Miracle babies," said Kyle, and they all agreed.

"Even so, I don't think this is something we should share with the others we're going to meet," warned Bobby.

"Well, considering like we don't really know them, I don't think that will be so hard," observed Kyle. "Not as hard as it was keeping the secret from you guys anyway."

"Yeah, we know each other good," agreed Kevin, "not like the others."

"What do you know about the others?" Bobby asked.

"Kevin was just chatting in a chat room like two months ago and found this other boy who made some comments about how cool it was to raise a baby, and how he and his friend were like starting a camp for just guys who had babies," explained Kyle. "Well, this boy said his lover wanted to like talk to me, and after some hinting and hedging, this guy and I found we had like this strange oriental and ugly looking frog in common, and, well, you can guess the rest."

Even though they had warned the boys and both Billy and Kevin had said they understood why it would be best not to reveal their secret, Bobby and Kyle were nervous and worried as they pulled into the private campground late that afternoon. It was a small campground, consisting of a newly-built combination store, office, washroom and laundry room and half a dozen plug in sites in a small meadow surrounded by pines and bordered on one side by a small lake. Besides themselves, there were only two other couples there, one in a truck camper and one in a tent. The owner of the campground lived in a log cabin on a bit of a hill off to one side of the campground.

That evening the owner of the campground hosted a barbeque, and afterwards they sat around the campfire and got acquainted. The conversation amongst the adults was largely about the weather and the joys of camping and the recent Kennedy tragedy, all safe, comfortable topics. The boys were abnormally quiet, talking only about similarly safe things such as places they'd camped at, and concentrating excessively on the four babies present. Although one boy, who looked to be about six, was very evidently pregnant, his condition was conspicuously ignored. Even his baggy cargo pants and over size shirt could not hide his swollen stomach, and everyone there knew why it was extended. As they talked, the conversation eventually got around to the topic of those miracle babies.

The owner of the campground, a white-haired, square chinned individual in his early fifties who looked like the outdoors type, tanned, plaid shirt, and rugged, masculine looks, finally got things started. "I know we're all feeling uneasy, and considering the special interests we have, that's only to be expected. I think it might help us get to know each other if we all told how we ended up becoming families." He looked around at each of them, and hearing no objection, he continued. "I was camping down at Big Sur in California two summers ago. As usual I was laying on the beach admiring the young boys in their wet speedos, my favourite way of spending my leisure time, and one of several reasons why my wife and I got divorced, when this elderly oriental sat down beside me and immediately began commenting on the array of young beauties to choose from, and how that a beach was a particularly excellent place to 'shop' as the boys wore as little as possible, giving a man a chance to check out their 'assets' as he put it.

At first I thought the old guy was figuring on capitalizing on my looks and leading up to the proposal I lure a boy to my campsite where we could have our way with him. I was about to tell him I wasn't into tricking, bribing or forcing boys into doing anything, let a lone having sex, when the old fellow said that Big Sur was the type of place where a man's wildest dreams could come true, no matter how wild or impossible. Well, I had to smile as I thought what the old fellow would think if he knew that the wildest dream of the white-haired, fifty-year-old man he was talking to was to impregnate a young, prepubescent boy. That was when he looked me right in the eye and said, 'even a dream as wild as making a baby.' Well, that blew my mind!"

The adults around the campfire all nodded, knowing from personal experience how surprising, and how unsettling, meeting that particular individual had been. Seeing everyone was comfortable so far, the fellow continued.

"Well, to make a long story short, the old oriental invited me back to his trailer, where he gave me the gargoyle of male fecundity and sold me four suppositories. As I left, I shook my head, figuring I was an old fool, and that the old oriental had really suckered me. I could not believe it when later that very afternoon I saw the boy of my dreams, a dark haired, darkly tanned seven-year-old building a sand castle on the beach. Now that could easily have been a coincidence, but when he began to flirt with me, winking at me and running his hands along his thighs suggestively as he gave me that 'you want my body mister?' look, I really did a double take."

He looked down at his boy-wife, who was snuggled up beside him, and smiled warmly. The boy smiled back with the wide, open-mouth smile of a young boy. Their nineteen-month-old baby began to fuss. As the campground owner picked him up and began to bounce him on his knee, the boy, nine now, continued the story.

"I knew men found me attractive back then. I'd known that as far back as I can remember, and if talking to a man or giving him a smile mean getting a chocolate bar or quarter or whatever for making him happy," he said with a shrug, "I wasn't going to question my special ability." The boy wasn't bragging, nor was he feeling any guilt. He was only stating the obvious. "Anyway, I'd been at the mall that spring with a friend and his older brother. My friend's older brother noticed how the men ogled me, and that was when I found out some men wanted to give me something more than a chocolate bar."

He looked at the other boys with a suggestive grin, and they all giggled. "Well, my friend's brother told me that to warn me, and made a big deal about how bad it was and how it made him sick just thinking about it and everything. Well, I knew from listening to my dad and other adults that girls could turn men on, but I sure hadn't known that boys could, and I didn't see anything sick about it. Actually I thought that it was sort of funny that I could get men aroused, and so instead of just letting it happen to them naturally by just looking at me and dreaming, after that day I began to turn men on on purpose."

He looked around, checking everyone's reaction to that before continuing. "I didn't know that was being a cock tease. I just thought I was making guys feel good so that there wasn't any harm in it." He cautiously looked around again and was pleased to see the looks of understanding, not just from the adults, but from those his age also. "Well, I did just as Ray said, teasing him and trying to get him hard, which I still find fun to do on the beach because guys can't hide their arousal when all they got on is a tight bathing suit," he confessed impishly. The boys around the campfire giggled, and even the adults had to smile.

"With Ray it was different though," he continued. "I felt so hot having him admiring me, and instead of turning him on, I was turning myself on, and before I knew I had a boner!" Everyone laughed at that confession and as they pictured the scene. "Well, I headed back to the campsite to have a good wank, and Ray followed me, and that's when I figured it would be cool to wank with an old dude." He said that affectionately as he grinned up at his lover. "So I stopped and stood there rubbing myself while I waited for him to catch up."

"When I did, I made the obvious comment that boys shouldn't be doing that in public, and Michael just looked up at me with those seductive bedroom eyes and asked if I wanted to join him in his trailer then. Well, I suggested we might be less likely to be interrupted in my motor home, and that's where we ended up, sitting there in the middle of the afternoon on the bed in my motor home wanking ourselves. When Michael showed up at my campsite the next evening for more of the same, I had to confess to him how delighted I was that he'd returned, and that I'd been dreaming about fucking him all the previous night and the entire day. He was agreeable to trying it, and for the rest of the week we banged two or three times a day, and when you're fifty that's a major accomplishment," Ray said with a grin.

"Of course I gave him the suppositories, but I didn't really think anything would come out of it. I just did it because the old oriental had told me to, and even though I figured meeting Michael had just been a coincidence, I figured why take a chance it wasn't the old fellow's doing? Using the suppositories was sort of my way of saying thanks to him. Then our summer break was over and we had to return home, me to work and Michael to school. Turned out Michael lived in Washington State, same as I. We promised to keep in touch by email, which we did, and you can imagine my surprise when Michael told me four months later he was getting a fat stomach and could feel something moving inside him."

They all knew exactly what he meant, and they all looked at the young boy with the extended stomach that was sitting with his lover. Embarrassed by the attention, he flushed a bright pink and shyly stared at the ground as he pressed closer to the man sitting beside him for security.

"Of course I drove right over to meet with him, and we were trying to figure out what was going on, and what we were going to do about what had happened, when Michael's parents died in a traffic accident with an oil tanker. The blaze was so intense they were totally incinerated, and it was assumed he had been in the car with them. His parents had married late in their life so there were no grandparents still alive, and both were only children, so there was nobody to look after the boy. So, we decided to get married. We made up our own little ceremony and I sold my home and we just struck out without any real plan other than to go somewhere and have our baby. He's nineteen months old now." The baby by this time had settled down and fallen asleep in his father's lap. "Anyway, we figured there had to be others like us, and that it would be great to have a special campground just for people like us. We found this place and bought it and, well, we eventually made contacts with all of you, except Bobby and Billy, and here we are."

"That's really cool," observed the young boy who was very obviously pregnant.

"Taylor and I met at a conference this spring," said the man sitting beside him.

"Conference?" asked Ray.

"I was there to pick up some new ideas for teaching, and Taylor was there presenting a session on problems of being gifted."

"You were presenting a session?" asked Michael in surprise.

Taylor blushed and nodded as he glanced at the ground.

"Being gifted is a problem?" asked Billy.

"Sure," said Taylor, looking up shyly. "Everyone is always teasing you, or telling you how lucky you are to be smart, or calling you names, like 'brain', or 'teacher's pet' and stuff. It's not easy being six and smart."

"Taylor put on an excellent session," said the teacher, glancing at Taylor admiringly. "I attended it, and later the two of us attended this session on ceramics, put on by an ancient oriental." He looked over at Ray and Michael. "Well, he noticed how I was paying more attention to Taylor than him, and well, one thing lead to another and before I knew it I had a ceramic frog and four suppositories. That night I was thinking what a fool I was, thirty-years-old and falling for this smooth talk about realizing my dreams, when there was a knock on my hotel room door, and there was Taylor. His chaperone had fallen asleep and he was bored so he'd come looking for me. We talked, and he saw the gargoyle sitting on the night stand, and well, he more or less wheedled the truth out of me and after that things just seemed to happen," he concluded with a shrug. "It just seemed so natural for the two of us to make love that night."

"When is the baby due?" asked Bobby.

"We're about half way there, four and a half months."

Those present glanced at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Fraid you're there, dude," said Kyle.

"What do you mean?" asked Taylor.

"It only takes four-and-a-half months. You're due any time."

The conversation turned to the mystery and wonder of getting pregnant, and how wonderful the birth of their sons had been. They all assured the couple that it was a relatively painless procedure, and that they would be there to help should it happen while they were camping.

"If I hear a cry from your tent I'll be right over," said the fellow who had spoken very little that evening.

"What about the two of you, how did you meet?" asked Ray.

"Well," began the man, "I'm an accountant, and a forty-year-old bachelor. I was doing the records for this old oriental who owned an antique shop, and while I'm doing his books he hints about knowing my secret desires and things, as I gather he's done with the rest of you." They all nodded in agreement. "Well, when I'm done, he says in payment, he'll loan me this ugly statue and give me these four suppositories. Well, I figured the old codger was trying to rip me off. At the time I figured the statue I couldn't give away, though later when I found out its powers I was amazed the old oriental only charged for the suppositories. As for the suppositories, I figured there was no way they could be worth a hundred dollars each. However, you all know how persuasive the oriental can be, and from the things he'd said or hinted at, I was intrigued, and against my better judgement, I took them."

"It's a good thing you did," said the young teenage boy sitting beside him, and the two smiled.

"Well, about a week later I find Derrick here huddled in a doorway. It was cold and sleet was blowing, and there it was mid November and all he had on was a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt."

"Yeah, I'd been living on the street since summer. Got kicked out of the house by my mom's latest boyfriend because she was spending money on me instead of giving it to him, and besides they couldn't get it on with a thirteen-year-old living in a three-room apartment. I was starving and prostituting myself to any guy who wanted me for money for drugs and feeling shitty about myself. Hell, I was ready to off myself. I was going to be fourteen in four months and was hooked on crack, had no family, and was a fag who liked older men. I had nothing to live for."

"Of course I didn't know any of that at the time. I just saw this kid and at first I felt sorry for him and was just going to give him a twenty and tell him to go get a decent meal. But when I looked closer at him, he just seemed to be radiating sex, just the type of boy I dreamed about sharing my bed. So I stopped and asked him if he'd like to go somewhere for a hot meal. He said he'd love a cup of hot coco and a donut so we went to a Robbin's shop and we talked and before the night was over we were in bed."

Their four-month-old baby laying in a basket beside them began to cry. The man picked the boy up, and unbuttoning his shirt, offered a hairy teat to the boy. The others could not help showing their surprise as he began to nurse and his fourteen-year-old lover looked at the two of them with a father's pride.

Billy in particular was awed by the idea that the boy had impregnated the man, not the other way around. As he thought about it, he wondered how Bobby would feel about having his bumhole fucked. He totally loved it himself, and if his furry bear was interested, he'd be delighted to pleasure him the same way. Of course his little one-and-a-half inch [4 cm] dick would probably not be much pleasure he reasoned sadly, and incorrectly.

Bobby, on the other hand, had been thinking that the situation between the accountant and the fourteen-year-old boy was one of those cases of an adult taking advantage of a child. Derrick was far from innocent, but he'd been in a desperate situation and Bobby had figured the accountant had taken advantage of it, picking the boy up and offering him food and shelter in return for sex. Now he was sorry he'd had such suspicions that the man had used the boy. On the contrary, the man had offered him more than basic comforts, he had offered him love and attention, something he had not been getting in his young life, something that all boylovers offer the boys they love.

That night when they turned in, they went to the Bowler because Kevin wanted them to visit in their trailer instead of always going to Billy's. After having heard how the others had met, and knowing that there were at least three other couples in the world who felt the way they did, none of them were ready for sleeping. They talked about how amazing it was that they'd gotten together, and about the love that so clearly existed among the threesomes as they bathed their babies. They put them in Kevin's crib while they visited a bit longer. Kevin and Billy sat arm in arm on one side of the table and as they talked their hands absentmindedly dropped to each other's laps and they fiddled with each other outside their shorts. Their actions did not go unnoticed by Bobby and Kyle and they exchanged knowing smiles.

"You boys want to be alone a while, Kyle and I can go over to the motorhome," offered Bobby.

Billy and Kevin glanced at each other. "Actually," said Billy, "we was wondering if we could do something together again, all four of us."

Bobby glanced at Kyle, and the boy nodded. "Sure. Did you have something in mind?" Bobby asked teasingly.

The two boys glanced at each other. "Yep," they said together with wide grins.

Although it was crowded in the Bowler for the four of them plus the two babies, especially with Bobby's size, Bobby knew that Kevin and Kyle wanted to be hosts so he didn't offer going to the motorhome. Moving the crib over by the table, they pulled out the fold-up bed and made it up, and then the four of them stripped. Laying down head to toe, or more appropriately, head to crotch, Billy took Kevin's limp dick in his right hand and began to lick it and suck on it as Kevin did the same to him while Bobby and Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and watched. It was not long before the two eight-year-olds were sporting erections.

The sight of each of the young boys eagerly licking and drawing his lips up the other's hot little cock like it was a popsicle, and watching those little popsicles swell until they were jutting out stiffly from the boys' naked pubes had the expected result on the two adults. As they sat there stiff-cocked and watching the two eight-year-olds sixty-nining, they slowly stroked themselves. Finally the sight of their boys' pink, little butts just waiting for their attention was too much for the two adults to ignore.

Laying down on the bed in the same direction as their respective boys, Bobby and Kyle began to caress those small, round melons and to run their fingers up and down the smooth cracks. Lubing his stiff cock with KY, Bobby lay behind his boy and placing the tip of his cock against his little pucker, he slowly began to slide his cock into the boy's hot love chute. He could feel Billy eagerly opening his anus and pushing out to accept him as he continued to suck on the boycock of his buddy. Kyle and Kevin were doing the same on the other side. Once united, the two men began to slide back and forth on the small bed, working their cocks in and out the two boys as they sucked eagerly on each other's little cocklets. The bed did not allow for much movement, and as Bobby wrapped his beefy arm about Billy he found himself grasping onto Kevin's hips, and he noticed Kyle was doing the same, reaching past Kevin and grasping Billy.

As Billy and Kevin gradually became more and more aroused they began to make slurping noises in their excitement. The two horny little boys sucked desperately on the fleshy straws in their mouths, delighting in the fact that they were bringing the other pleasure as much as in the throbbing pleasure in their own groins. Being able to take the other's stiff dick totally in one's mouth right down to his naked pubes and little hairless nuts was so different from sucking on the thick ends of one's lover's cock.

Bobby and Kyle were getting hotter too. As their cocks began to ache with their impending ejaculation, they slid their hips the short four inches [10 cm] back and forth rapidly, causing not only the small bed to rock but the Bowler itself. As the tension in their groins built they began to trust harder and harder, the two men pulling back out of their little boys at the same time, and then thrusting forward together. The bed creaked.

Suddenly the two boys began to buck with their dry orgasms, driving their throbbing little cocklets in and out of their partner's mouth and quivering with the shocks of stimulation shooting through their irritated little shafts and dickheads. The boys' orgasms triggered that of their lovers, and Bobby and Kyle grunted and squirmed as they felt their cum rise up their numbed cocks and squirt out their burning slits. Squirt after squirt shot up into their young boys as the two continued to buck with their own orgasms. As Billy drove his hips forward, he thrust his cock into Kevin's mouth, at the same time easing his butt up Bobby's throbbing cock, and as he drew back, drawing his burning cockhead back to Kevin's lips, he sank back down on the hot, hard cock up his ass. Kevin of course was doing the same. The two men grasped their boys' hips and could not help crying out with the immense joy as their boy lovers' butts milked out their thick loads.

They lay there on the bed, the two men with their cocks still up their boys' butts and the two boys motionless but with each other's cock still in their mouths, for a long time. They marvelled at the power of their simultaneous orgasm, and at the fact that no matter how many times they had sex, the next time was even better than the last. Finally uncoupling, the two pairs of lovers curled up boy and man. The two boylovers silently thanked the strange oriental for having united them with their boys, and the two little manlovers offered up the same thanks for having found their boylovers. As they glanced over at each other, they smiled, also happy they had found each other. All four thinking the same thing, they turned as one and looked at the other reason to be thankful, the two miracle babies in the crib.

The sight that met their eyes caused them to get up quietly and surround the little bed. Billy Bob and Korby were laying there on their sides sound asleep, the two little baby boys snuggled up to each other with their arms about each other. Their diapers had somehow gotten loose and had fallen off so that the two were naked and their chubby little legs were intertwined. Both little boys were sporting tiny erections, thin as a fingertip and only slightly longer, the foreskins of their tiny little cocklets still drawn up over the tips of their erect penises. Both boys were smiling contentedly. The four gathered around them glanced at each other with a strange feeling of joy and satisfaction as they wondered just what thoughts were going on in those little minds.

***

The next day the men sat around and talked while the boys headed off to the woods to play a game of Power Rangers, Taylor promising to take things slow and the boys promised not to go too far away from the campground. They laughed and skipped as they headed off, deciding who was going to be what colour Ranger and making up some additional colours as they all wanted to pretend to be on the side of good, and they all wanted to be male. They may have been lovers of men, but they were still boys.

After fighting off the evil forces, they had lunch and joined the adults for an afternoon of swimming. Being a private campground, swim suits were optional, and the fourteen men, boys and babies took advantage of the opportunity to go natural. Swimming in the lake and feeling the water flow between one's legs, and then laying there in the sun and letting it warm one's nuts and backside was how summers should be spent. Although they had only met, the five adults were quite comfortable going naked, and they presented quite an assortment from wooly bear Bobby at six-foot-four [1.93 m] and a solidly packed two-hundred and sixty-five pounds [120 kg] to Ray with his white chest hair and jiggling breasts and butt to the trim, dark-haired, twenty-year-old Kyle. As for the five boys, from fourteen-year-old Derrick to six-year-old Taylor, if they could they'd prefer running around naked twenty-four hours a day all year. As for the four babies, there was a practical reason for keeping them in diapers for most of the time, and their skin was much too sensitive to take much direct sunlight, but their fathers allowed them as much time as they could to go natural also. Bobby had noticed that little Billy Bob, the oldest of the babies, seemed to always be losing his diaper since they had arrived at the campground, and he was not sure that was just coincidence. Of all of the babies, Billy Bob seemed to be having the grandest time dashing around the campsite and the beach on his still wobbly legs, totally fascinated by everything around him whether it be a pebble, a dragonfly or one of Ray's boy magazines.

The next day was another lazy day, much like the previous, the men playing cards, swimming and socializing and the boys being boys. At one point during the afternoon Billy and Kevin slipped away for a while, and although Bobby and Kyle had a good suspicion why, they did not question the boys when they returned hand in hand, happy smiles on their faces, and their little boycocks bouncing in the fresh air. After supper Billy and Bobby said a reluctant goodbye to the three K's, with the promise they would stay in touch.

That night Billy was feeling sad that his visit with Kevin had been so short, but as Bobby snuggled up to him and began to kiss his neck and caress him, he soon came out of his depression. Billy Bob was still awake and they placed him between them and played with him, fiddling with his toes and stroking his little butt and tickling and wrestling with him. While Billy began to fiddle with the little boy's pickle, tweaking it and bouncing it with his index finger much to Billy Bob's delight, Bobby slipped down behind the eight-year-old. He kissed his butt cheeks several times, first one and then the other, and then spreading them apart, he ran his tongue up the boy's smooth crack. Billy squirmed with the new erotic pleasure and Billy Bob giggled as Billy enveloped his tiny erection and marble sized balls in his moist mouth and toyed with them with his tongue.

Bobby pressed his lips against Billy's little pucker and kissed it, and then as he ran his tongue down the cord from his pucker to his little hairless nuts, he inhaled deeply. He was surprised how erotic kissing and licking a young boy's butt could be, and how delightful a young boy's buns smelt. He felt sorry for men who would never know such joy. The hefty trucker soon had a raging boner, but he resisted the temptation to fuck that sweet ass and instead continued kissing it and nibbling and licking Billy's tiny pucker.

Meanwhile Billy Bob had squirmed around and had found Billy's pickle. He immediately slipped his little lips about it and began to suck on it. Billy squirmed with the pleasure he was receiving from both sides, and from two of the people he loved most in the world. His big furry bear was darting his tongue at his asshole, making it tingle and itch like he had to poop, and his beautiful baby boy was sucking on his pricklet, making it tingle and itch like he had to pee. It was wonderful. He reached down and began to finger Billy Bob's little butthole with his index finger while he suckled the baby. Placing the tip in his mouth, he savoured the delightful meaty flavour it had picked up before slicking it up with spittle. He then reached back down and gently eased the tip of his finger into his little boy's opening.

By this time Bobby's cock was dripping pre-cum. The moment that Billy Bob noticed he scrambled on his hands and knees over to the big trucker. Grasping his huge, eight-inch [20 cm] cock in his tiny, hot hands, the twenty-three-month-old baby stuck out his tiny pink tongue and licked up the clear, sweet nectar, causing Bobby's cock to ooze out another droplet. Billy Bob slipped his little mouth over the tip of the thick cone, and sucked, drawing out the sticky, sweet nectar.

Then as he returned to his other father's much smaller pickle, Bobby lubed up his cock and snuggled behind his manlover. He ever so slowly eased his cock in, and as he paused, Billy eased his butt back, slipping it down another inch along the hot, hard bone. As much as the boy wanted to ease all the way down, to accept all eight inches [20 cm] in his body, he knew that he had to be patient. As it was, he was delighted that he had been able to accommodate the additional inch up his butt, that he was able to give his boylover that much more pleasure. He squeezed his sphincter about the thick bone stuck up his butt and as Bobby began to withdraw, Billy's entire body prickled with the sensation. As for Bobby, the additional inch of hot, young boyhole encircling and grasping at his pole had not gone unnoticed, and as he grasped the young boy's narrow hips and began to sink his cock back up his love chute, he made a mental note to be sure to tell Billy that he'd noticed.

So the three of them made love together that night, Billy slowly finger fucking his little boy less than two weeks away from his second birthday while the child sucked on his slender, tiny cocklet and behind him his lover slowly eased his thick, hard cock in and out of his love chute. Billy squirmed and panted with the double assault on his body, with the arousal of having his little pricklet eagerly sucked by the hot, moist mouth of his little boy, and with the arousal of having his butthole slowly fucked by his lover. Billy reached down and finding his little baby's cocklet was already stiff, he began to tug on it. For the next several minutes the motorhome was filled with the heavy breathing and slicking sounds of sex.

As Bobby began to approach his orgasm, he grasped his little manlover's hips and began to fuck faster. He closed his eyes and panted deeply with the pleasure of the approaching orgasm, and when he came he shuddered and sighed loudly with the violent release. Billy shuddered also as he felt his asshole being filled with his lover's cum. No matter how often they did it, he never ceased delighting in the feeling, and the knowledge that his lover was depositing his baby-making seed deep in his body. Seconds later his little body began to jerk uncontrollably with his own orgasm, and even though dry, it was just as delightful. He could not control his response, but despite the erratic thrashing of his hips, his baby son managed to keep his hot little lips fastened to his cocklet.

Suddenly Billy Bob squealed, a sharp baby squeal of delight that caught his two fathers by surprise. He squealed again, loudly and joyously as his little body shook with his first orgasm. His hot little body flushed from giving his first blow job and from receiving his first wanking, he giggled and squealed as he jerked his little hips to and fro, bucking wildly while Billy held tightly onto his throbbing, burning little pricklet. It was not the type of event that your typical parents would record in their baby book, but Billy and Bobby were hardly typical parents. This was a night all three were going to remember.

***

The next afternoon the boys were playing cars and trucks in the shade in the campground when suddenly Derrick leaped up and called for the adults. Taylor was flat on his back and grasping his extended stomach, tears pouring out of his eyes with the searing pain. He and Tim had discussed this, and had decided when the time came, they wanted the rest of the camp to witness the miracle of their baby's birth, but at that moment Taylor just wished it was over. The adults all raced to the grassy spot where the boys had been playing, bringing blankets and pillows and offering advice, all comforting the boy as he grunted and strained and cried with the stomach cramps.

"Do we have to lube his hole, or what?" asked his lover anxiously, a mixture of elation, concern and bewilderment vying for his attention.

"I never thought to bring something. That would certainly help," observed Ray.

"Yeah, it hurt like heck when I had Korby," said Kevin.

"Same here, even though I had Bobby's cum to make my bumhole slippery," said Billy.

"Hey, that's what we used," observed Derrick.

"Us too," said Kevin and Michael together.

"Seems like that's another thing we all have in common," observed Ray, looking at the other three adults.

"Actually, cum is a fitting lube for a newborn baby," commented Kyle.

"Do it, Tim," urged Taylor, "fill my bumhole with your cum."

His lover glanced at those around him.

"Go 'head," said Ray as he got to his feet. "We'll leave and give you some privacy."

"No," said the thirty-year-old teacher. "Stay. Taylor and I said we wanted you to witness this. If that's what the four of you did, then that's what we'll do." He quickly pushed down and stepped out of his shorts and underwear. They were the only things he'd been wearing, and Taylor had been spending the day naked. "How did you do it, jerk off, fuck or what?" he asked.

"Fucked," came the chorused reply.

Dropping to his knees, he reached down and slid Taylor up his thighs. He rubbed his limp cock against the six-year-old boy's hole. His little manlover was about to have a baby, and the birth of their first baby was going to be witnessed by men and boys who in these few short days had become his best friends. Those thoughts, and the idea of lubing his boy's love canal with his cum in front of all these boylovers and their boys, were so highly erotic it overcame his excitement and his fears for Taylor. His cock quickly stiffed.

"I don't have the KY," he said suddenly as he was about to place the tip of his six-inch [15 cm] cock against the boy's rapidly opening and closing anus.

"Forget it!" cried Taylor urgently as he slid his body up along his lover's thighs, and feeling his lover's hot, hard cockhead at his entrance, he practically impaled himself on his lover's pole.

"Fuck!" exclaimed the teacher in surprise as he felt Taylor's hot hole begin to slip over his knob.

"Yes!" screamed Taylor. "Oh fuck yes!"

The others watched as the teacher's knob seemed to be sucked into the boy's rectum, and then as Taylor began to quickly work his body, sliding it up and down his lover's thighs, working just the teacher's knob in and out of his aching hole. Stimulating that most sensitive part of his organ, it was not long before his lover was filling his opening with a generous load of cum, and by that time there was not a limp cock in the campground.

"You supposta have stomach cramps?" Taylor asked, gritting his teeth, his face contorted in pain as he slipped off his lover's still stiff cock.

"Oh yeah," several of the boys acknowledged.

"You gotta push with your stomach muscles," advised Derrick.

"Yeah, push as hard as you can, as if you got to poop," Billy offered.

"Push just like the very first time your lover stuck his cock up your butt," said Kevin.

The advice was hardly what you would normally hear during a normal birthing, or coming from the mouths of young boys, but this birth was far from normal, and the boys were far from typical. Taylor was laying with his butt still elevated and resting on his lover's thighs, the opening dripping with his cum as it opened and closed desperately. The six-year-old boy grunted and strained, panting loudly and crying out as he pushed with his stomach muscles. His body was dripping with sweat. Bobby had brought a towel and was kneeling at the boy's head, dabbing his forehead.

"Ooooh! I think its going to happen!" Taylor cried. "I can feel it moving out, pressing against my oh shit, oh man, oh shit!" he panted.

"Push!" they all urged. "Push!"

"It really hurts," the boy cried plaintively, and every person there wished they could relieve his pain. Taylor grunted and strained like he was taking the biggest dump in his life, and in a way he was. "Oh shit, I think the baby's in my rectum. I can feel it. Oh shit he's big!" He rapidly constricted and dilated his anus. He was panting deeply, his face contorted in a combination of pain and ecstasy. "Fuuuuuck!" he cried out as he constricted his stomach muscles and pushed as hard as he could. He inhaled deeply and then cursed once more as he pushed again with all his strength. "Yes!" he called out in triumph. "Yes!"

They gathered closer as the baby slowly emerged, sliding through Tim's slippery cum and aided by the rectal mucous and soft shit from Taylor's intestines. Tyler clamped his eyes shut and pushed as he forced the strange object in his rectum out through his dilated sphincter. He inhaled sharply and quickly as he felt the baby inside him slowly being forced out and he pushed with his stomach muscles again. The stretching seemed less now, and he could feel his baby sliding out faster. He suddenly realized that he was erect.

"Yes!" someone cried out and they all cheered as a slimy, red, howling ten-pound three-ounce [4,600 g] baby boy covered in boy shit and man cum eased the rest of the way out of the straining six-year-old boy and into his thirty-year-old lover's hands.

Tom, the accountant, had run to his truck camper and returned with a basin of warm water and a face cloth and towel. He helped Tim wipe off the newborn infant, and the teacher handed the little squirming baby to Taylor who was now leaning up against Bobby, half sitting and half laying on the grass and gasping and panting as if he'd just run a mile.

"It's a boy!" the six-year-old beamed as he took the child. "Oh, he's so darn cute! Look how little his fingers and toes are! Look at his little dinky!"

Tim sat beside him and wrapped his arm about the new birth father. The others quietly left to give the couple a chance to be alone and to delight in the new addition to their family. Each couple remembered their own experience, the wonder and the awe of the birth of their miracle baby.

That evening their host put on a barbeque to celebrate the newest member of their elite group. They had already begun to feel close to each other, and the event brought them even closer. Even the most prudish and moral outsider would have sensed the feeling of love and joy among the men, their boys and their babies cuddled in clusters about the campfire roasting marshmallows that night.

***

The next week rapidly went by, the boys doing what all boys do on holiday, getting together to play Nintendo, or heading off into the forest to play Ninja Turtles or Power Rangers or Jedi knights. They swam and splashed about in the lake and built sand castles. In the evenings the group met for a game of baseball or to play cards, and there were many midnight swims and weenie roasts on the beach as families or in varying groups.

Finally it was time to leave. Putting on his clothes, Billy headed out into the forest one last time and sat at the fort of fallen branches where he and Kevin had had their special and secret time together the day the three K's had left. As he thought about the great time they'd had together this holiday he reached down and fiddled with himself outside his black and white Adidas shorts.

"A beautiful place, with beautiful memories," came a whispery voice beside him.

Billy looked up at the stranger, immediately withdrawing his hand out of habit.

"No," said the old oriental with a smile, "there is no need to stop what you were doing."

"You don't mind?"

"No, it is something that all boys and all men do at some time," the old man said, his eyes twinkling. "That is one of many wonderful things that unite men and boys." He looked at the haphazard fort of twigs with a slight, wistful smile for a few moments. "Now, let us talk about your deepest and fondest wish."

"Which wish is that?" Billy asked. He had a boner but refrained from playing with it.

"The special one you've been hoping and wishing could happen almost every night since Easter," the old man said softly as he sat down beside Billy.

"How'd you know about that?" asked Billy, wide-eyed in wonder.

"The purity of a boy's heart can be heard around the world for one who is willing to listen." The ancient's wrinkled but still bright steel grey eyes met the eight-year-old's wide turquoise ones and the corners of their lips slowly began to curl.

Billy, Bobby, and Billy Bob headed home half an hour later. Tucked away amongst Billy's Space Wars toys and wrapped in his underwear so it wouldn't get broken, was a fat, ugly ochre-coloured frog with an extra pair of legs and a grotesquely large penis and a vial of four suppositories.

Chapter 5

The morning sun shining in through the open window of their motorhome warmed his naked body. The air was fresh and clean after the night's rain and Bobby inhaled its delightful fragrance deeply. He was vaguely aware of the slim, naked boy snuggled up beside him, his tousle-haired head resting on Bobby's broad, hairy chest and his thin arm draped across him. At fifty-nine pounds [27 kg] and fifty-one inches [1.30 m] tall, the boy was dwarfed by his 'furry bear' as the boy had come to call his boylover. His eyes still closed and still half-asleep, Bobby wrapped his beefy arm about the naked boy, drawing his body closer to his as he thought of the delight just the presence of that delightful boy brought him. He inhaled deeply again, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun and the joy of having a soft, tender young body snuggled up to him as a hot, wet mouth tugged and sucked on his limp cock.

His mind still floating in and out of awareness those few moments between sleep and wakefulness, Bobby half opened his eyes and glanced down the length of his six-foot-four [1.93 m] frame, down past the curly brown hair of his chest and the sleeping blond head resting on it, down over his hairy and slightly pudgy belly, past the thick bush of curly brown pubic hairs to the blond-haired, blue-eyed child nestled between his hairy, outspread legs, his little eyes closed and his little rosy lips tightly wrapped about Bobby's gradually swelling cock.

A smile slowly curled the trucker's lips as he looked down at his little boy curled there between his legs, a twenty-five-pound [11½ kg] bundle of pure joy. His fine, blond hair had not yet been cut and it curled down over his ears and his forehead. It felt so light and silky against the inside of his thighs as the child lowered his head. His hot mouth slipped all the way down Bobby's limp cock until his little pug nose was pressed into Bobby's coarse, brown hairs.

The child's soft, pink cheeks were puffed out and Bobby felt the force of the little boy's breath as he blew on his thick prick. Bobby slowly reached down and stroked the blond head and Billy Bob opened his eyes and looked up at his big daddy, his lips still firmly wrapped about his daddy's cock. Bobby grinned down at the child.

"I know it's called a blow job," he said softly as he smiled down at his son, "but you're supposed to suck, not blow."

Billy Bob's sparkling, turquoise eyes continued to look up into Bobby's as he blew harder. Bobby could feel his hot baby breath blowing up his peehole followed by a warm trickle. Billy Bob's cheeks slowly began to sink in as he forced his spittle up Bobby's urethra. The fuzziness in Bobby's mind cleared as what Billy Bob was doing registered in his mind. Once again Billy Bob's cheeks filled out, and once again Bobby felt the pressure building up around his limp sausage. Fully awake now, he concentrated on his cock, and as the pressure about his dick built, Billy Bob's cheeks began to sink in once again and Bobby could feel a definite stream of warm fluid passing up the centre of his swelling organ. It was exactly the same feeling as when he urinated, but in reverse.

Billy Bob had sucked his first cock at fourteen months, starting with sucking off mashed peas from his birth father's little inch-and-a-half [4 cm] pricklet, and then sampling his other father's sweet, clear "ee-um", as the baby called it. Of course Bobby could not hold back the thick load building up in his nuts as Billy and Billy Bob licked up the droplets of pre-cum as fast as he could produce it that day, and the two boys were delighted with the result. For the next ten months Bobby had been giving his little son, and Billy, a tablespoon of that special, creamy treat once or twice a month. Although it was often Billy Bob who initiated it, asking with a childish, wide-eyed eagerness for "da-da's pickle", this was the first time the child had helped himself, and it was the first time he'd actually blown rather than sucked.

It was a strange feeling, and at first Bobby figured it was his imagination. As he focussed on his little boy and the physical sensation, however, there could be no doubt that Billy Bob was indeed blowing his spittle up the core of his shaft. Bobby could feel it flowing into him, a steady stream passing through his pee slit and up the centre of his cock and then down into his balls. As Billy Bob paused and his mouth began to fill with baby spittle once again, Bobby slowly sat up, trying not to disturb his still sleeping bed partner nor his little son.

Billy sighed and held onto his furry bear tighter as Bobby sat up, drawing Billy's sleeping body up along with him. His beefy hand cupped the boy's small, tender bottom as he drew the boy up, and he could not stop himself from slipping his index finger along the boy's narrow, warm crack. Billy sighed contentedly as Bobby gently massaged his tight little rosebud, and the boy instinctively relaxed his sphincter to open his little hole to Bobby's digit.

Once again Billy Bob began to blow, and there was no longer any doubt in Bobby's mind that the little child was blowing his baby drool up his cock. He could feel it flowing up the pee tube and into his balls. He watched his testicles slowly roll and begin to swell. There was no way the microscopic tubules were really filling with spittle. It had to be because of the stimulation of his cock. Still, it did not feel the same as when they rolled and tightened with sexual arousal. Bobby shuddered with the strange feeling and stared down at his nuts as they slowly began to balloon.

Billy stirred and gradually opened his eyes. A wide smile immediately curled his lips as he looked up at his furry bear. He loved to snuggle up to Bobby's large, hairy body and to be held in his beefy arms. It felt so secure, so tender and loving. He reached up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Bobby bent his head and kissed him on the forehead, still warm and sleep-damp. Billy pushed himself up to a sitting position, and wrapping his arms about Bobby's broad, hairy chest, he kissed him on the lips. It was a long, soft kiss, the tender kiss of love. It tasted fresh and sweet, as only the kisses from an eight-year-old boy can taste.

"Morning," Bobby said softly.

"Mornin'," replied Billy with a wide, happy grin.

"Had a good sleep?"

"Oh yeah, great. You?"

"Yeah, slept like a baby," Bobby said with a grin and Billy giggled. That high-pitched, spontaneous laugh had to be the most wonderful sound in the world. There was nothing that could compare to the purity and naturalness of a young boy's laughter.

Bobby kissed him on the cheek, its softness and warmth like a touch of velvet, and he drew him tighter, pressing Billy's slim, naked body against his own. Billy ran his fingers through his furry bear's chest hair, something he never tired of doing. As the boy smiled up at his lover, Bobby smiled back and then bobbed his head as he looked down at his crotch. Billy followed his gaze and his turquoise eyes sparkled with amusement at the sight of his little son sucking eagerly on his lover's cock. Billy's rosy lips parted in a wide, open smile that revealed his small, square teeth and he giggled again.

"Looks like Billy Bob's having a morning snack," he said, his cheeks dimpling with his wide grin. Hearing his name, Billy Bob once again opened his eyes. His long, blond lashes fluttered as he looked up at his birth father.

"Mornin' Billy Bob," greeted Billy. "Having some pickle already?"

The two-year-old slipped his mouth off Bobby's now semierect cock, and with a long ribbon of spittle hanging from his lower lip, he excitedly scrambled up Bobby's massive body like he was a large, soft pillow. Twisting around so he was facing his little father, the baby boy leaned his head forward and gave Billy an awkward, baby kiss on the lips. Billy reached around to hold his naked little son and returned the kiss, a gentle, loving kiss on his little mouth. His lips tasted of cock.

"You love to suck pickle, don't you, little guy," Billy said knowingly.

"Illy Ob love pickle," replied the child happily.

"You sure do," laughed Bobby.

"Well, Billy loves Bobby's pickle too," said Billy as he reached down and fondled Bobby's limp, spittle-damped cock.

"Illy Ob love Illy's pickle," the little boy said, reaching out and grabbing Billy's little pricklet.

"And Bobby loves Billy Bob's pickle," said Bobby, sliding down a bit so he was half sitting and half laying on the bed. He completed the circle as he gently held up his little son's tiny pricklet with his thumb and index finger. The soft little noodle was only as long as Bobby's thumb was thick.

As the sun shone down upon them and the fresh morning air wafted in through the open window of the motorhome, the three lay there on the big bed and fondled each other lovingly. At four inches [10 cm], Bobby's limp cock was already more than twice the length of Billy's when it was hard. The eight-year-old held his boylover's cock by the base with his fingertips and then squeezing gently, slid them up the length to the tip of the rubbery hose. Releasing his hold, he reached back down to hold it by the base again and once more drew up. He loved to tug on Bobby's cock and to make it grow hard with his fingers.

Between being stroked by the eight-year-old and fondling his little two-year-old son's tiny pricklet, Bobby began to get aroused. It felt so wonderful to have Billy's slender fingers tugging on his cock, stroking it gently and knowingly just as the very same fingers loved to tug on the boy's own little prick. As Billy repeatedly tugged on Bobby's growing cock, Bobby thought back to the first time he'd seen Billy, almost two-and-a-half years ago. He'd been standing there in the paint section of the hardware store waiting for his father and fiddling with himself through his pocket. When the little tease noticed that Bobby had caught him, instead of stopping, he fiddled with himself all the more to see what Bobby's reaction would be. That was one of several dozen things the burly trucker loved about the boy. He was open and honest and more than a little daring. He loved having sex probably even more than Bobby did himself, and when it came to having sex with the eight-year-old, Bobby's only limitation was his forty-two-year-old body.

As he felt the little pricklet he was fiddling with become hard, he could not help but be amazed at the sexuality of his little two-year-old son. He wondered if the child's enjoyment of 'pickles' was because he'd been conditioned just after his first birthday, or if it was something natural and the only difference was that he and Billy allowed the boy child to express his sexuality instead of suppressing it like heterosexual parents did. Or, was his delight in sex at such a young age a part of his uniqueness?

Bobby paused and held Billy Bob's hot little pee-er loosely. When he didn't resume his fiddling, the two-year-old began to squirm, wiggling his little bottom so that he pumped his little stiffie in and out of the stationary fingers. Whatever the reason for his sexual enjoyment was, there was no doubt that at two years of age the boy child already loved having his little cock jerked.

He not only loved having his own pickle stimulated, but he also loved to suck on his two daddies' cocks. Billy Bob had twisted around, and as Bobby resumed his fiddling, Billy Bob slipped his lips about Billy's now stiff little dick. Bobby watched closely, and unlike previous times where the child immediately began to suck, this time the two-year-old let his mouth fill with spittle and then began to blow it into this little father's cock just as he had been doing to Bobby.

Billy squirmed and inhaled sharply with the sensation. Having nursed his little son up until only recently, he was very much aware of the difference between suction and exhalation. Although he'd been fiddling with himself ever since a baby himself, and had been engaging in man-boy sex ever since he was six, the feelings were still awesome and full of wonder for the eight-year-old. Now as he felt the warm fluid flowing up his cocklet, his first impression was that he was peeing, but he quickly realized the direction of the flow was wrong.

Not really knowing much about how his little cock worked other than it felt awesome when it was played with, it took a while before he realized that the sensations he was feeling had nothing to do with the functioning of his organs, but rather was the result of what Billy Bob was doing. That he was actually forcing his spit up his cock didn't seem unusual to Billy. He just accepted it as another hidden wonder that he'd uncovered, and he enjoyed the new sensation with the appropriate reverence and awe.

By that time Bobby's cock had extended to its full length. Wrapping his fingers tightly about the man's thick, eight inch [20 cm] wand, Billy marvelled at its size. His fingertips just barely touched the tip of his thumb. Bobby's massive organ would be impressive to any man. To the eight-year-old, it seemed gigantic. He slowly began to work his fist up and down from the hairy base to the flanged head. As he felt Bobby's middle finger pressing against his butthole, and as he pushed out with his anal muscle and felt Bobby's fingertip enter him, he thought about how wonderful it felt to have Bobby's thick, hard cock up his asshole.

That had to be the best feeling in the world, and he considered himself so lucky having found the burly trucker. Every kid should have a boylover as far as he was concerned. He was loved by his parents, but Bobby's love was way different. Just being loved the way that Bobby loved him was reason enough to have a boylover, but to have one who also liked to have sex with boys was an added bonus. Even if he couldn't have another baby, he loved getting fucked, and he especially loved the feeling when his lover came and his seed shot up his asshole.

"Your balls are way huge this morning," he observed, noticing for the first time how much larger than usual Bobby's nut sack was.

"Yes, so it seems," Bobby replied, not sure what to make of the condition. The thought that they were full of baby spittle was absurd. He didn't know much about biology, but he knew that could not be possible.

Billy Bob twisted around, and laying on his stomach and stretching out on top of Bobby, he took Bobby's stiff cock in his hot little hand and slipped his tiny, moist mouth over the knob. His little fingers couldn't reach all around the big trucker's sausage, and his lips had to stretch wide to accommodate his engorged knob, which totally filled the little child's mouth.

As Billy Bob began to suck, Billy slipped up along the bed until his head was opposite his little boy's little pricklet. The little one-inch [2½ cm] baby weenie stuck out stiffly at a ninety degree angle above his tiny marble-sized nuts. Billy nuzzled in between his two-year-old son and Bobby. Opening his mouth wide and slipping it over his son's little genitals, he sucked on them gently and Billy Bob wiggled with pleasure.

Bobby carefully twisted his upper torso around so he could delight in a new pleasure he'd discovered on this holiday, eating out Billy's delightfully sweet ass. Lifting the boy up by his legs, he placed one on either side of his head so that Billy's small, pink mellons were directly in front of his face. Pulling apart the soft, tender globes to reveal his pink little pucker, Bobby raised his head off the pillows and inhaled deeply. The aroma of those warm, young buns was like ambrosia and he closed his eyes and with the smell fresh in his mind he leaned closer and licked the boy's little rosebud. It quivered and instantly opened, and Bobby wormed his tongue into the moist chamber. Billy squirmed and giggled with arousal. Bobby didn't know which brought him more pleasure, licking the boy's hole or the reaction of the eight-year-old.

They lay there like that for the longest time, little Billy Bob stretched out on top of Bobby, his smooth little baby chest pressed against the trucker's hairy stomach and his hot little fingers grasping onto Bobby's stiff cock with all his little strength as he sucked hungrily on Bobby's knob. Billy Bob's hips were twisted to give Billy access to his crotch. At the moment the eight-year-old father was gently sucking on his son's inch [2½ cm] long cocklet while the tip of his tongue wormed into the opening of the little two-year-old boy's foreskin. Billy was supporting himself up on his right elbow, his body draped at an angle across Bobby's hairy chest and his knees on either side of his head. He was uncut, like his son, and Bobby had slid down flat on his back and had just commenced sucking on Billy's own little stiffie, barely two inches [5 cm] long itself and pointing down at Bobby's mouth.

The sucking of his two-year-old son's hot, moist mouth and the pressure of his soft, velvety lips around the sensitive edge of Bobby's swollen knob was too much for the hot trucker. Although he wanted to hold back, to make this pleasure last longer, not just for himself but for Billy and for Billy Bob, he could not do it. Despite all his efforts not to cum, the dam burst and he felt his semen begin to race up the core of his cock, rapidly travelling the eight inches [20 cm] and squirting out into his baby boy's mouth. Bobby groaned with ecstasy with that first squirt, and Billy Bob instantly swallowed the creamy offering and resumed his suction. A second squirt quickly followed the first, which was again quickly consumed by the two-year-old who sucked deeply the third time.

As he came, Bobby sucked hard on Billy's little wiener, delighting in the feel of the little stiff tube in his mouth and in the joy of his orgasm. The tiny muscles in Bobby's cockhead and the tendon's in his nut sack constricted, squirting out a fourth, fifth, and sixth squirt, one after the other but with a couple second pause between each, just enough time for Billy Bob to swallow each creamy shot. The actions of the two were beautifully coordinated. Suck, squirt, swallow; suck, squirt swallow. Bobby quivered and his hot breath blew through his nose and blasted Billy's smooth, hairless pubes. Suck, squirt, swallow; suck, squirt; swallow.

Half a minute passed by and he was continuing to ejaculate, squirt after delightful squirt. That was impossible. He had never squirted so many times in his life, not even when jerking off as a horny teenage boy. It was totally amazing, the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him.

As ripples of pleasure caused his little cocklet to throb in time with Bobby's squirts, Billy Bob began to tremble while at the same time he continued to eagerly swallow the creamy squirts of cum erupting from the thick cockhead in his mouth. Billy knew that his little baby boy was climaxing, and he sucked on the hot, throbbing little pricklet happily as his own grew numb and suddenly burst into flame also, the burning, itching feeling around the sensitive knob passing down the little shaft, causing his entire cock to throb like a miniature heart. His body jerked and his groin went numb and he groaned with his own violent dry orgasm.

The three lay where they were for the longest time, Bobby flat on his back, Billy Bob stretched out on his tummy on top of the beefy, hairy trucker, and Billy laying on his side, snuggled up against his furry bear with his tousled, blond head resting on his still heaving stomach. Bobby could not believe the orgasm he'd just had. He'd cum not just for thirty seconds, but for at least a solid minute. One squirt after another had squirted out of his cock like water from a water pistol, and not with a rapid machine-gun volley, but with a couple second pause between squirts so that as the pleasure of the first began to ebb the pleasure of the second commenced, wave after endless wave.

"That was awesome," Billy finally said.

"Yeah," agreed Bobby with a deep sigh.

Billy Bob just smiled contentedly at his two fathers.

"Hungry?" asked Bobby.

"Starvin'," Billy replied.

Bobby got up, and still naked, began to prepare breakfast while Billy and Billy Bob played on the bed. The aroma of coffee, pancakes and bacon soon filled the motorhome. The three sat down at the table, Bobby and Billy facing each other on opposite benches and Billy Bob in his high chair, all three still naked. Since meeting Billy, Bobby had slowly become accustomed to going nude whenever they were together. Breakfast seemed to taste especially good that morning.

When they were done, they brought out the potty and encouraged Billy Bob to sit, but to no avail. The little baby kept getting up and wanting to go play. Putting on his diaper, much to Billy Bob's objection, Bobby did up the dishes while Billy sat at the table and coloured and Billy Bob sat on the bed stacking up blocks and knocking them back down.

It was a lazy morning, as mornings are supposed to be when you are on holiday, Billy working all morning on a secret picture, Billy Bob amusing himself with one toy or another and then finding equal delight in playing with his toes, and Bobby settling back and reading. Billy revealed his masterpiece just before noon, a picture of the three of them as they had been that morning. Bobby had to smile at the exaggerated size of their cocks, especially his, but he said nothing. Posting it up above the bed and praising Billy's skill, he gave the little artist as kiss on the forehead, and for the little artist, that was worth more than all the gold in the world.

They had ketchup and baloney sandwiches for lunch, giving Billy Bob the soft centres of the bread and a scrambled egg. For dessert he insisted on Bobby's pickle, which Bobby finally agreed to only if Billy Bob would sit on the potty. The little boy sat, and after ten minutes, the odour wafting up from the little plastic pot signalled success.

"Illy Ob poop," he announced proudly, and his two fathers acted as if he'd just announced he'd found the cure for the common cold

He got his reward, and taking advantage of the opportunity, Billy joined in, getting his butt thoroughly rimmed and his little cocklet blown for the second time that day. As Bobby felt himself approaching his climax once again, he waited with even greater anticipation than usual and with a touch of dread, not sure what to expect. To his amazement, he came just as copiously, and with the same squirting-delay action as he had that morning. He could not believe it. For just over a minute he lay there in the throes of ecstasy as squirt after squirt of cum shot into his baby boy's mouth. Bobby gasped and thrust his hips upward as squirt after squirt shot out of his burning peehole. He trembled as he lowered his body and squirmed with ripples of stimulation rippingly through his cock head. He couldn't explain the phenomenon, but he certainly was not complaining.

They spent that hot August afternoon in the KOA swimming pool. At three Bobby took Billy Bob back to the motorhome for his nap, and once again he asked for Bobby's pickle. Bobby laughed and replied that the baby's furry bear needed a bit of time to reload, but Billy Bob persisted, and Bobby could not deny the blond-haired, blue-eyed urchin his request. Other than during his fucking frenzy the first four weeks after he had met Billy, the forty-two-year-old trucker hadn't come three times in such a short time since he'd been a randy teenager.

Laying down on the bed, he raised his hips and pushed down his swim suit. Billy Bob instantly scrambled up on the bed and over to his burly daddy. Bobby had to smile at the boy's eagerness as he reached out for Bobby's limp cock before his swim suit was even half way down his thighs. Just like his birth dad, Bobby thought with a smile. He had Billy's looks, his soft, fine hair, his blue eyes, and his small pug nose, and evidently he had Billy's sexual appetite too. Bobby was soon erect, which was not a surprise considering how sexy he found the little toddler, and after three minutes of sucking, he once again began to squirt out his load, and not just a weak pulse and a few token droplets, but once again rope after rope of cum.

They had birthday cake and ice cream for dessert that evening, and Billy Bob excitedly ripped open the wrapping paper on his presents, a large red fire truck and a wooden puzzle which required him to place one of five Disney characters in the right shaped space on a flat board. The three of them lay on the bed and played with Billy Bob and his new toys, and then while Billy Bob amused himself, Bobby and Billy played a few games of "go fish".

By the time Bobby crawled into bed to go to sleep that night, he'd fed his young son two more times, an extra treat after the cake and ice cream, and three hours later before putting Billy Bob to sleep. Billy didn't seem to mind that his little son had monopolized his furry bear's cock all day, and Bobby admired the little lad for that concession on Billy Bob's special day. He resolved to make it up to the boy as soon as he was able to recover from the miraculous number of orgasms he'd managed on that very special date.

To Bobby's surprise, he had no difficulty getting it up and getting it off the next morning for his little two-year-old son, nor for his eight-year-old love boy while Billy Bob had his nap that afternoon. Not only that, both times his ejaculation took over a minute. He had no idea what to attribute his miraculous ability to, but he hoped that it would last. It did, for the rest of the week, which went by far too quickly, as vacations tend to do, and each ejaculation took just a little longer. At the end of that weekend the happy campers finally had to return home.

***

Bobby had a number of short daily runs to make, and whenever he could, he took Billy and Billy Bob with him. They were a delight to have along on the trip. Not only did it break the monotony, but for the two boys everything they saw and did was a novelty, and Bobby could not help but get caught up in their excitement too. The two boys could spend hours just looking out the window, and Billy Bob could spend hours between the legs of his two fathers either blowing his baby drool up their cocks or sucking on their delightful 'pickles' until they climaxed. It was a most delightful and unusual August.

With the arrival of September, Bobby had longer trips and Billy returned to school, making the occasions where the three of them could be together rarer, and all the more special.

***

"Mrs. Jacobson's pretty cool for a teacher," Billy observed on his way home from school the first Friday.

"Yeah," agreed the boy walking with him. "I think grade four's gonna be fun."

"You have a good summer?"

The boy shrugged. "Okay."

The two walked in silence. "Are things… like… you know… okay at home?"

"Yeah, I guess," Aaron said, looking down at the sidewalk.

Billy looked over at him, knowing he'd just been lied to. Aaron had joined his class back in January and lived just a couple blocks away. Billy got along well with everyone and was eager to make new friends, but his attempts to bring Aaron into his circle of friends had failed. The boy had been particularly shy and quiet, and seemed to be a real loner. He also seemed very sad. Then one afternoon during the Easter break Aaron confided in Billy. He told him how his father had died two years ago, when he was only six, and how much fun they used to have and how much he missed him. He told him how his mother had started to drink after that, and then to date again, and the arguments they had over both of those things, and how he'd cried on the day his mother remarried.

He'd told her the man just wanted the money from his dad's will, and she told him to stop worshipping his dad and that he was wrong about his new father. He angrily retorted that he didn't want a new father, that nobody could replace his old one. The day his father had died was the saddest day of his life. The day his mother remarried was the second saddest. After the wedding they had moved here to live with his new dad and sixteen-year-old stepbrother.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about."

"Your mom and dad still drinking?"

"They're always drunk. Jim lost his job cuz of his drinking."

Billy always called Bobby by his first name, but it wasn't the same. He and Bobby loved each other, and it was only natural to call someone you love so much by their name instead of something formal like mister. Aaron called his step-dad by his first name for the opposite reason, because he didn't like him, because there was only one man he could bring himself to call Dad.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, well, he's an alcoholic," said Aaron simply with a shrug. "Mom's got a job at this packing plant and she just doesn't seem to care about anything anymore, except getting drunk. She'll probably lose her job some day too."

"And your step brother?"

"I never see him, and when I do he barely says two words. He hates me."

"You sure?"

"Well, he never smiles or nothing when he's around me, and it's like he's always avoiding me. Like if we're in the same room together, he gets up and goes to another room, like I stink or something even if he was in the room first."

"You're kidding."

"No. He hangs around with this best friend a lot anyway. The two of them are real druggies."

Billy looked down the street. It had to be terrible living like that.

"So you had a good summer?" Aaron asked.

"It was okay," said Billy flatly. He couldn’t tell him it was the most fantastic summer he'd ever had. That would really make Aaron feel bad.

"Well, I'll see ya Monday," Aaron said, having arrived at his home. Before Billy could say anything, he ran up the sidewalk. Billy didn't see but the boy was blinking the tears out of his eyes. Billy had been the only boy to really try to become friends with him, and he really wanted to become friends, but it was hard. It always had been hard for him to make friends, and since his dad had died it had become even harder. You had to be in the right mood to make a new friend, and he was always just too sad.

Aaron had hoped that maybe, in time, things would be different with Billy. Now, the only boy who seemed to care, had just lied. Billy’s summer had been more than just okay. The goddamn shitty cunt had lied. Billy had felt pity for him. He didn't want Billy's pity. And, if that was why he wanted to be a friend, he didn't want his friendship either. He slammed the door behind him and Jim immediately screamed at him for doing so.

Early that Saturday afternoon Bobby arrived at Billy's house. Billy was up in his room playing with his Star Wars models. Jar Jar Binks was about to lead young Anakin Skywalker to the secret treasure deep in the swamps of Ptooie when he'd heard a car pull up outside and his mother call out Bobby's name.

"How are you this afternoon?" he heard his mother ask.

"In a bit of a pickle, I'm afraid," Bobby replied.

"Pickle yum yum."

Billy smiled at the sound of Billy Bob's voice, and at his comment, knowing very well which type of pickle his little son was thinking about. He went over to the open window and looked down into the yard.

"What's the problem?"

"I've been called out of town unexpectedly for a four-day haul. A big job. But I can't get a hold of a baby sitter and Janet is out of town. "I hate to impose."

"You know its no imposition. We're always delighted to look after Billy Bob," Billy's mother said honestly as she knelt down and took him in her arms.

"It's too long a haul to take him with me, and he's been sort of fussy lately. I think maybe he's getting another tooth."

"That's always painful," said Billy's mother sympathetically. "You don't worry about a thing. We'd be happy to look after him. Billy's always delighted to see him. He's really marvellous with him."

Billy wondered what his mother would say if she knew the real relationship between him and Billy Bob. There had been many times he had wanted to tell her, but she'd never believe it, and it would only lead to other things, things that he and Bobby had to keep secret.

"Yeah, they really love each other," Bobby said, feeling just as awkward talking about it. He knew that Billy loved his parents dearly, just as a son loves his parents even though married and a father himself with his own son that he loved and that depended on him. That was the closest relationship that Bobby could think of in trying to define the unique relationship between himself and Billy.

He wished there was someway that their relationship could be more open, that it could exist parallel with the relationship Billy had with his parents. He wished that they did not have to hide the love that they felt for each other. Bobby knew that was wishful thinking. Something like that was not likely to occur in his life time, although he knew that there had been times in history when boylove had been much more acceptable, and that there would be a time in the future when society would once again see that it was a very special and marvellous love. "Billy around?"

"Yes, he's up in his room," his mother said. "Playing with his space toys most likely," she added with a smile. "Go ahead and go up and say hello." She knew the close bond that had formed between the husky trucker and her little boy. Bobby had become like a member of the family, and that he had such a tender heart and loved children so much had touched her. That was ironic in a way in that if she knew their true relationship, which was even closer and more tender than she suspected, she'd be screaming for him to be thrown in jail, probably even castrated. The one relationship was worthy of the highest praise. The other was the most despicable imaginable. Why that one difference between the two was so crucial, Bobby would never understand.

"Hi!" called Billy from his window with a wave.

"Hi yourself," called back Bobby with a smile, glad to have his unpleasant thoughts interrupted. Just the sight of the eight-year-old made his heart skip for joy, and the look of happiness on the boy's face upon seeing him made their relationship right. It reaffirmed in his mind that he was fortunate to be one of the privileged few who knew the true joys of being a boylover.

Bobby waved back at the boy. He'd already picked out his birthday present for the end of the month, and was looking forward to the day he'd give it to him with just as much eagerness as the boy was looking forward to turning nine.

"Go," encouraged Billy's mother. "I'll watch over Billy Bob."

Bobby didn't need to be told again. His step had a light bounce as he strode up the walk and took the stairs two at a time. As he stepped into the room, Billy threw himself at him, leaping up into his arms and wrapping his arms about the burly trucker as he kissed him. Bobby spun him around and returned the kiss before putting him down.

"So, your mother was right about the space toys," he said with a smile as he spotted the plastic figures on the bed.

"Yep," Billy said with a grin.

Bobby glanced around the room. It had not changed much since that afternoon he'd come over to see the new paint job. Some of the older plastic models had been replaced with newer ones, and the pictures the boy had drawn were even better than those he'd had up on the wall that day. One of those he'd drawn during their camping trip of Bobby and another of Billy Bob had been added just above his desk. They were two of the 'proper' ones he'd drawn. The more intimate ones were secured away in a locked drawer in Bobby's desk.

"You heard the conversation out in the yard?"

"Yeah. So you got a big job huh?"

"Yep, going to bring in some nice cash."

"Cool."

"So, how was your first week at school?"

"Way cool. Mrs. Jacobson's gonna be a neat teacher."

"Good. Mark still in the same classroom as you?" Bobby asked, referring to the eight-year-old's longest and best pal.

"Oh yeah, and Aaron too."

"That's good," Bobby smiled. Aaron was a newer friend. He'd only met the boy once and he seemed nice, but very timid, and very sad. Bobby hated to see any boy sad. He'd asked Billy about that, but Billy hadn't said much about his new friend and since his name never came up, Bobby soon had forgotten about him. He, himself, had a special relationship with his young friend, but he also knew there were private areas where adults were forbidden to go.

"You gotta go right away?"

"As soon as I can."

"Gonna miss ya. We had such a way cool summer."

"Going to miss you too kid," Bobby said, picking him up and kissing him again. Those kisses were so sweet. If he could package them he'd make millions, but there was no way he would ever be willing to share those kisses with other men.

"You got time, to, well, you know?" Bobby asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Mmmm, to do what?" asked Bobby teasingly.

"Billy Bob's not the only one who likes your pickle," Billy said with a grin, reaching down and cupping the trucker's basket.

"Or the only one who likes yours," said Bobby.

"So can we?"

"Well, I'd love to, but, well…"

"Aw, it's okay. Mom's out there talking to Mrs. Delday. She and her can talk for hours and hours."

"You know I'd love nothing more, Billy," said Bobby. "But you know you and me can't take chances."

"Com'on," Billy said, taking the trucker's big, beefy hand in his. Leading him over to the window, they looked out at Billy's mother and neighbour talking over the fence and Billy Bob and Billy's sister playing in the playpen. "We can do it right here so if we see Mom coming toward the house we got lots of time to put on our clothes."

Bobby was still hesitant, but those big turquoise eyes did their thing and the next thing he knew he was unbuckling his belt. By the time he had lowered his pants and boxers, Billy had shucked all his clothes.

"Your nuts are way bigger than they used to be," the eight-year-old observed as he knelt down before Bobby.

"Yes, they are," Bobby replied, still marvelling at their growth and his miraculous ability to pump out even more semen than he'd been able to back as a teenager. "Looks like you're growing down there too."

"Yeah," said Billy with a wide, toothy grin. "When it's hard its way bigger than it used to get."

"Well, I'll have to check out that claim, sir," Bobby said, dropping to his knees and taking the limp noodle between his finger and thumb.

Billy's little boyhood responded immediately. Bobby gently pulled back on the foreskin, slowly and gently drawing it down to reveal the boy's reddish head. It was so sensitive and tender looking. As he slowly and gently drew the skin back up, Bobby had to smile as the little organ began to fill with blood. It was so marvellous getting the little eight-year-old erect, feeling his little cocklet swelling and knowing how pleasant the boy was feeling.

Billy was thinking the same thing about the forty-two year old, his right hand wrapping about the limp but much fatter tube and tugging on it as he loved to tug on his own. When he'd said he loved the burly trucker's pickle he had meant it. He loved how it felt in his hand, he loved the way it smelled, he loved the way it tasted, and especially, he loved the way it felt up his bumhole. The two lovers knelt there on the floor amongst the clutter of space paraphernalia and toys, the two-hundred and sixty-five pound [120 kg] trucker with his trousers and boxers about his ankles and the naked eight-year-old boy, and fondled each other until they were both erect.

"Damn," cursed Bobby softly.

"What?"

"I forgot the KY."

"Be right back," Billy said with a twinkle in his eyes.

He was right back, with a tube of lilac scented hand lotion.

"What are you doing with that in your room?"

"Well, mom said I needed it on account my skin got dry being out in the sun all summer," Billy said, and then he added with a twinkle in his eyes, "and it feels super to jerk off with."

"So that is why the bottle is almost empty," Bobby teased, and Billy giggled, causing Bobby's heart to ache.

"Lets do it here by the window," Billy said as he grabbed the pillows with their space wars pillow cases off his bed and stacked them on the floor before the window. He dropped to his knees, and opening up the bottle, he poured some of the creamy-yellow contents onto his fingertips and then smeared the lotion over Bobby's stiff cock. "Feels cool, huh?"

"Yeah," agreed Bobby. "And smells great too."

Billy applied a generous coating of the lotion to Bobby's cock, and then knelt down on one of the pillows, placing his arms on the ledge of the window.

"Fraid you're a bit too low down," said Bobby. They glanced around, then stacked up a dozen books from his bookcase on the floor and covered them with the pillows. "Much better," Bobby pronounced as he got in position again between the boy's outspread legs.

Placing his hand on the boy's slim hips for support, he drew up until the tip of his cock was pressing against Billy's little hole. Billy squirmed around, wiggling his little pink butt as he pressed down on the thick, greased probe seeking entry. Bobby remained motionless, allowing the boy to get into position. Billy wiggled one way and then the other and then slowly pushed backward. Bobby felt the eight-year-old boy's warm, moist chute begin to slip over his knob. The two of them had perfected this act of love over the years, and Bobby had learned it was best to let Billy take the lead when it came to uniting with him.

Having found a comfortable position, Billy stopped and Bobby took over. He slowly eased his cock forward, pushing in inch by inch into the boy's hot, eager rectum. Each time they did it, it seemed like Billy was able to take in more and more of his cock, so that by now he was able to bury well over six inches [15 cm] up his butt. He paused to enjoy the sensation, both physical and mental, and then he slowly began to rock to and fro on his knees, holding the boy firmly by the hips so he didn't thrust forward and send the boy flying out the window. It felt so fantastic having his cock buried up the boy's tight hole, and it felt even more fantastic knowing how much the boy enjoyed it.

There was no question that Billy was enjoying it. His breathing became more laboured, and he reached down and fiddled with his nuts and cock while his boylover fucked him. He glanced down into the yard at his mom still talking to the neighbour, and at his little son playing contentedly in the playpen. He was so lucky he wanted to shout for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

Bobby wanted to do the same. Who would have thought two years ago he'd be in some eight-year-old's bedroom fucking his tight little ass while watching the boy's mother and their son through his bedroom window. He reached around and took over for the boy's fingers. The stiff little cocklet was much larger now. His little boy was growing up, which was not a surprise, although the increase in size was. The burly trucker thought back to when he was a boy and he was certain his cock had not started to grow until he had reached puberty. That had been at the age of thirteen. Billy had four more years to go.

Bobby looked out of the window and at that moment Billy Bob looked up. Even from that distance the two in the window could see the smile curling the two-year-old's lips, and he waved up at them. They somehow sensed that he was happy not just to see them, but that he somehow knew exactly what they were doing at that moment.

The thought of their little two-year-old son watching them fucking and knowing what they were doing was too much for Bobby. His nuts contracted and he shot out the first of his squirts of semen. He withdrew and shoved in again as a second squirt erupted from his body. He grunted and gasped with the pleasure, and then withdrew and thrust in again, sending another squirt up Billy's asshole. Bobby gasped with the sensation and began thrusting his hips in and out of Billy rapidly, each thrust sending another hot squirt up his little boy's asshole. Over and over he shot to the delight of both of them.

It was unbelievable. Bobby groaned openly with the pleasure and wanked on Billy's little cock furiously as shot after shot squirted out of this body. His cock was throbbing violently, the tip burning with irritation as rope after rope shot through it. Suddenly Billy began to squirm uncontrollably and Bobby stopped his thrusting and let the boy thrust his body forward and then drive it back down on the stiff pole up his ass. Billy gasped and grunted with his own orgasm, his little cocklet throbbing and his peehole opening and closing as ripples of pleasure rippled from the pee slit all the way down to deep in his groin. Bobby at the same time continued to shoot his hot cum up the boy's tight little ass, which had been clenching and then relaxing in a rapid cycle as the boy trembled with his orgasm.

Bobby's cum finally stopped, close to two minutes after it had begun. Bobby knelt there, his hard, stiff cock buried up the eight-year-old's tight ass, and his head spinning with the light-headedness that follows a hot climax. His chest was still heaving when he finally withdrew and collapsed with exhaustion on the carpet. Billy turned and looked down at him, his flushed face beaming.

"That was fucking awesome!" he said.

"Yeah," Bobby sighed. "It sure was." He was panting too hard to say anything more. It was some time yet before he had recovered enough to pull up his pants and say good-bye.

That night Billy convinced his mother to let Billy Bob sleep in his bed with him. He just wanted to be with the little guy, to snuggle up with him and to sleep beside him. Billy Bob had far different plans. As his little father sat there propped up against the pillows on his bed with his little tyke snuggled up against him, he read the "Barney's Picnic" storybook to him. Billy Bob reached up inside the boy's pajamas top and his hot little hand ran over Billy's smooth chest. Billy ignored him and continued to read, although not easily, as Billy Bob pushed his star wars pajamas top up further to reveal his chest. The boy's mouth immediately went for one of his nipples.

"Sorry little guy," Billy said as he put the book down and wrapped an arm about the two-year-old child. "Daddy got no more milk for you."

He didn't know, but Billy Bob didn't want anything to drink. He just enjoyed sucking on his little daddy's teat and being held by him. Billy had enjoyed suckling his son just as much and had missed it when he'd stopped producing milk and Billy Bob had begun to eat solid food. He eased his hand down and slipped it under the boy's teddy pajamas bottoms.

"Daddy will take your diaper off for a little while, okay?"

"No mo' diaper," Billy Bob readily agreed. The little tyke was always losing his diaper and seemed to be out of it more often than in it. Billy would be glad when the little duffer was toilet trained. He'd just spent half an hour before bed waiting for him as he sat on the potty to no avail, and then he had just put on his diaper when the kid pooped in them.

His little bum was clean now, and Billy reached down and ran his finger along the crack. Billy Bob squirmed and giggled as he did so and the two-year-old reached down and slipped his hand in Billy's pajamas bottoms. Billy helped push them down, and then taking out his hand lotion, he put a little on his middle finger. As Billy Bob descended on his soft little pickle and slipped his lips over it, Billy eased his lubricated finger tip into the boy's tender little hole. Billy Bob squirmed with delight, and then working up a mouth of drool, he began to blow it up Billy's little cocklet. It felt weird to Billy, and in no time he was hard.

For the next half hour the two boys enjoyed themselves, Billy finger fucking his little boy while he gave suck to him. Billy Bob's little asshole was so tight and it felt so velvety smooth and moist. At the same time, feeling his little son's hot mouth around his cock was fantastic. Billy Bob continued to blow his baby drool up his daddy's cock for a while, and then he began to suck. Billy sighed with the pleasure and worked his finger in and out of his little son's hole a bit faster. Finally Billy's little cock trembled and his lower torso jerked and twitched with his climax, and as Billy gasped with the exquisite pleasure, Billy Bob suddenly quivered with his own little dry orgasm, his tiny little cocklet throbbing in his daddy's fingers while his bumhole clenched tightly about the middle finger of his daddy's other hand.

An hour later Billy's mom and dad slipped in his room to check on him and Billy Bob, and they smiled at the sight of their blond-haired angel sleeping contentedly, his arm draped about the little two-year-old angel snuggled up to him. The little angel had once again lost his diaper. Slipping it on the sleeping child, they drew the covers up over the two boys and kissed both gently and lovingly on the forehead.

Several hundred miles away, Bobby had pulled over to a roadside stop and had crawled into the sleeper of his truck to rest. He was still relishing the experience he'd had in Billy's bedroom, and still marvelling at his ability to come for such a long time and so frequently. Life was mysterious, and marvellous. He closed his eyes and fiddled with himself. Before he even became erect, the burly trucker had drifted off to a contented sleep.

***

"So how was your weekend?" Billy asked Aaron on their way home from school the next Monday.

"Boring. What about yours?"

"Bobby stopped over. And Billy Bob spent the night."

"You're so way lucky," Aaron said enviously.

"You ever think more about what we talked about?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"About having a boy lover like you?"

"Yeah." A couple weeks after Aaron had broken down and had confided in Billy about how miserable his life at home was, Billy had decided to share a secret with Aaron also, the secret about Bobby and Billy Bob. Billy knew he wasn't supposed to talk about that with anyone, but he knew he could trust Aaron, and besides, it wasn't the same as telling an adult or something about his special relationship with Bobby. Besides, the more he'd talked with his new friend the more convinced he'd become that the answer to Aaron's problem was to find a man who loved him, not a man who loved him like his father had, but who would love him like Bobby loved him.

"Yeah, I have," Aaron finally answered.

"And?"

"You and Bobby really love each other." Aaron had said it as a statement, but Billy knew it was a question.

"Heck, yeah. He just took me on holiday with him, didn't he? And he worries about me, and cares about me, not just on special days like birthdays either. He likes being with me, and doing stuff with me. That's what you do when you love someone."

"And you and him really made a baby."

"Yeah."

"You're not bs'ing me are you?"

"No, cross my heart and hope to die."

"Scout's honour?"

"Yeah, scout's honour," Billy replied. Aaron had been in the scouts before his dad died.

"What was it like, him, well, you know, putting his thing up your bum?"

"Totally awesome. You'd like it."

"I don't know. It sounds yucky."

"Well, you don't have to have sex. Not with a true boy lover. A true boy lover just wants to be with you, to do things with you. But I think having sex is something extra special. It means you and him really love each other. It's like when two people kiss. They do it cuz it feels good, and cuz they want the person they love to feel good. Fucking is the same, but more."

"If a man really loved me, I mean really lots, I guess I'd do sex stuff with him."

"Would you have a baby with him?"

Aaron thought for a moment. "Yeah, I would. And I'd treat my baby right. Just like it was with me and my dad. I'd love him so much…" Aaron looked off into space dreamily.

"Then we got to find you a boylover," announced Billy.

Aaron looked over at him and smiled shyly. "Thanks," he said softly.

"One that will make a baby with you so you can have a little boy to love too."

"But you said there was some special stuff that you had to have in order for it to happen."

"Yeah," said Billy with a grin, the type of grin boys get when they have a special secret. "Com'on over to my house after supper. I got something cool to show you."

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