J.O. Dickingson

The Gargoyle of Male Fecundity

Chapters 17-18

Chapter 17

One of Billy Bob's new friends this fall was a shy seven-year-old boy by the name of Joshua. With the divorce of his parents, he and his mother, who had custody, moved and he began attending the Kiddyland Daycare after school until his mother could pick him up after work. The shy, quiet boy did not make friends quickly and mostly just sat in the corner and coloured. Billy Bob took an immediate shine to him and often approached him to come play trucks with him, or to help him go to the bathroom. At four years of age, he didn't really need help, but it was an explainable way to spend time out of sight of the adult supervisors, all of whom were women, with the older boys who weren't around for nap time. Like all of the other boys, Joshua took an immediate liking to the curly-haired tyke and treated him like he would a little brother. And, like the other boys Billy Bob singled out, he could not say no to the little tyke's advances, and after the first time, he hoped Billy Bob would need help in the bathroom often.

"Okay, Billy Bob, put away your toys and let's go," called Billy as he stopped by after school to pick the toddler up.

"Gotta go!" he said brightly to Joshua who was sitting with him playing trucks. Jumping up, he gave the boy a hot kiss on the lips before depositing his truck in the toy box and racing over to Billy and leaping into his arms to give him a hot kiss on the lips also.

"Hi Joshua, bye Joshua," called Taylor who had accompanied Billy to the daycare that day.

"You know him?"

"Yeah. He's in my class this year. He moved here just before school started."

"He plays with Billy Bob a lot."

"We play cars and trucks," Billy Bob said. "He likes the fire truck."

"He wants to be a fireman when he grows up," Taylor observed.

"How do you know that?"

"He said so. We went to the fire station on a field trip last week. You should have seen how excited he was! He's real shy and usually he just sits and stares out the window and he never says nothing ever, unless Miss McKay calls on him. I heard her telling Mrs Fulton that his mom and dad split up and his dad lives in another city and he misses his dad way lots and she wished there was someway to cheer him up."

"That's too bad."

"He needs a new daddy," Billy Bob observed.

"That would cheer him up. Maybe we should help him find one," suggested Billy.

"I know the perfect one!"

"Yeah? Who?"

"There was this fireman at the fire station. He was real nice and real friendly, and you know, he was looking at Joshua just like my dad sometimes looks at me or like I see Bobby looking at you."

"You think he might be a boylover?"

"Could be."

"So how can we get him and Joshua together I wonder."

"We could start the school on fire," suggested Taylor with a grin and the boys laughed. "We saw a neat way fires start in the forest in a film today. This guy threw a glass jar away and it landed in some dry grass. It rained and the jar filled with water and then the sun came out and shone through it and it started the grass burning. Miss McKay said that was cuz the water magnified the sun's rays, just like a magnifying glass. It was neat."

"So, we gotta get Joshua and the fireman in the forest by some dry grass with a bottle of water," said Billy. "Easy." The boys laughed again. Billy Bob said nothing.

The next day when Joshua arrived at the daycare Billy Bob ran to him immediately and after giving him a big kiss suggested they play cars and trucks. Twenty minutes later the wastepaper basket next to the crafts table burst into flame. Several things happened at once. The smoke detector began to beep, one of the staff pulled the fire alarm, another phoned the fire department and a third ran into the nursery to begin gathering up the smallest children.

"There's a fire," said Billy Bob, looking at the burning basket, "let's go put it out fireman Joshua." The two youngsters, a four-year-old driving a toy eighteen wheeler and a seven-year-old pushing a red fire truck, raced their toys across the room, horns and sirens blowing. "We gotta put it out and save everyone," Billy Bob observed, standing up and pulling down his fly. Fireman Joshua did likewise, too scared and too confused to do anything other than copy his little friend.

The two boys made several discoveries that afternoon. First, the older boys found it hilariously funny to see two boys peeing in a burning wastepaper basket. Second, the staff didn't find it funny at all. And third, peeing on a fire makes a terrible stink. Billy, Aaron and Taylor spotted the fire trucks on their way to the daycare and raced after them. A police car had already arrived and one policeman was directing traffic and the other was trying to keep anyone from entering the building. Not seeing Billy Bob anywhere the three boys frantically dashed for the door. It was not that difficult for three agile boys to slip past one policeman. By the time they entered the building, everything was over. A couple of the firemen were laughing. One of them was standing beside the smoldering wastepaper basket and another, the fire chief, was squatting down before Billy Bob and Joshua. The two boys were standing there wide-eyed and apprehensive, their flies open, their dicks hanging out.

"That was a very dangerous thing to do," the fire chief said, admonishing the two boys. "When there is a fire you should get out of the building and leave the fire fighting to us, understand?"

The two boys nodded. Joshua looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"That was quick thinking though," observed the fireman standing beside him, the deputy chief whom Taylor whispered was the fireman he'd mentioned. The man was having difficulty repressing his smile. "If the fire had spread, things could have been a lot worse."

"That was good thinking all right," the chief agreed, knowing the boys had been suitably frightened and admonished and wouldn't be doing something so foolish again. "And brave," he added, seeing the older boy, who'd thought he'd done a good thing, was fighting back his tears being reprimanded instead. "But you boys are very lucky it was a small fire. Promise me you won't take a chance like that again." The boys nodded. "All right then," he said, patting both on the head as he stood up. "What have you found out?" he asked, looking at the fireman checking out the wastepaper basket.

"Looks to me like that was the cause," he said, nodding over to the counter by the window. There sat a jar of water with a couple paintbrushes, directly in the sunlight beaming in through the window, and directly in line with the wastepaper basket which had been filled with cuttings from the afternoon crafts including thin onion skin paper for tracing which hadn't taken much to catch on fire.

"Well, now what is the chance of a jar of water being in just the right position like that!" the chief observed. "It's a good reminder not to put any jars over there," he observed, looking at the staff. The staff looked at each other. Normally the painting supplies were put over by the sink and after washing up, back in their bins. None could recall having put one of the jars on the counter by the window. Billy and Taylor looked at each other, and then over at Billy Bob who spotted them and smiled and waved. "Guess that's about it then. Nothing left here for us to do."

"After a fire is put out, firemen put their hoses away," observed the deputy chief, looking at Billy Bob and Joshua with a grin, and several of the fire fighters chuckled. When the boys didn't catch on, he nodded down to their open flies. Billy Bob grinned brightly and Joshua blushed a bright red.

"Did you see how he looked at Joshua?" asked Taylor excitedly as they headed over to Jimmy and Calvin's.

"Un-huh," Billy nodded. "I think you're right."

"What are you talking about?" asked Aaron.

"The way that fireman who was standing by the chief was looking at Joshua."

"Oh, yeah. He was sort of looking at him like John was looking at me when we saw him at the construction site!"

"So how do we get them together again?"

"Well, we can't have another fire. That would be rather obvious, and dangerous," he said, looking at Billy Bob. "Right, Billy Bob? No more fires."

"Okay."

"Did you really start that fire?" asked Taylor, impressed.

"Un-unh. The sun did," Billy Bob replied. "The water magafried it."

Taylor looked at him, and then at Billy. "Right," the two boys observed. They'd had no idea the four-year-old had been listening to them, never mind had understood what Taylor had said. Convinced now that the man was a boylover, and that Joshua needed him, the three boys turned their thoughts to what they might do on the way to Jimmy and Calvin's and for several days thereafter.

"So, we gotta think of a way how we can get Joshua and the fireman together," Aaron observed as the three of them played with their babies in the park that Saturday, Billy's youngest, two-month-old Nathan, just happy to be in his daddy's arms and Taylor discretely nursing his son, five-month-old Jacob. Nursing him always got him aroused, and seeing the seven-year-old's erection, Billy Bob snuggled up to him and reached over and rubbed it from outside his pants, doubling the pleasure he was already feeling. He let Billy Bob stroke him for a little while, knowing Billy didn't mind, but it was hard concentrating on their problem and besides he was afraid he might drop Jacob when he had his orgasm. He reluctantly told him to stop and go play with Aaron's son, JB.

"Fire fighters come to get cats out of trees."

"But we don't have a cat."

"Maybe we can borrow one."

"How do we get it to go up a tree?"

"Cats just do that naturally."

"You know anybody who got a cat?"

"No."

"There's got to be another way." The boys sat and pondered but to no avail. Jacob having had his fill, Taylor buttoned up his shirt and burped the baby. When he responded with a resounding burp, the three boys laughed. It was great having a baby, especially a baby boy.

"Where's Billy Bob?"

The boys looked around. He was nowhere in sight. Normally he was very good about sticking around. The boys panicked as they leaped to their feet.

"Billy Bob!" There was no answer. "Billy Bob, where are you!"

"Here."

The boys looked around. "Where?"

"Up here."

The boys looked up. Billy Bob was half way up the nearest tree, and climbing. "How did you get up there?"

"I climb-ded."

"Well climb-ded back down." Billy Bob kept heading up. "Billy Bob! What are you doing?"

Billy Bob looked down without the slightest bit of fear. "Meow."

The boys looked at each other. "Billy Bob, you stay right there!"

"I'll go get the fire department," said Aaron.

"I'll go get Joshua," offered Taylor.

"I'll watch the babies," said Billy. "Billy Bob! Stop climbing!"

By the time the fire truck had arrived, Taylor had returned with Joshua and Billy Bob had climbed to the uppermost branches of the tree.

"You boys again?" asked the fire chief. They looked up into the tree.

"How old is he?" asked the deputy fire chief.

"Four."

"Four? How did he get way up there?"

"I climb-ded," came the response from up in the tree.

"Well, don't move. You stay right there, and hang on tight."

"Meow."

Although he was keeping a close eye on Billy Bob as the fire department raised their ladder on the ladder truck and swung it over to the tree and one of the firemen headed up it, Billy noticed the deputy chief was paying more attention to Joshua than he was to Billy Bob, and he had the presence of mind to slip over and whisper in Joshua's ear. The shy boy looked at him in surprise and shook his head, but when Billy whispered his suggestion again and told him the deputy chief would like it, he slowly reached down and began to fiddle with himself. He did want the deputy fire chief to like him. Although he did so very discretely and lightly, the man saw, and Billy noticed a bulge immediately developing in the man's trousers despite them being so baggy. They had been right! By the time Billy Bob was safely on the ground, both Joshua and the deputy chief were stiff. Billy ran over and hugged the boy with relief. Billy Bob looked from Joshua to the deputy chief and then from one crotch to the other and grinned impishly at Billy as he looked up at him.

"I don't see how he managed to get up into that tree," observed one of the men, shaking his head.

"I climb-ded. Like this," Billy Bob said, turning and racing over to the tree. Somehow he managed to scramble up the trunk to the first branch, like a cat. One of the firemen managed to grab him before he got out of reach.

"No more climbing trees," scolded Billy, though not too sternly. Billy Bob looked at him innocently. "Promise."

"No more?"

"Not 'til you're older."

"Kay. Promise," he replied obediently. He'd be older tomorrow.

The excitement over, the boys turned their attention to the little ones, Aaron pushing JB on the swings and Joshua pushing Billy Bob while Taylor held Jacob in his lap on the third swing and Billy opened up his shirt to nurse Nathan. Needless to say Joshua was surprised to see the baby sucking on Billy's teat, and even more surprised that Billy could produce milk. Taylor and his friends being the closest friends he'd ever had, he readily swore to keep Billy's secret.

Given the reaction of the deputy chief, the boys were even more determined to get him and Joshua together, and the following Saturday found them scheming once again, this time at Billy's house, his mom and dad having gone out for the afternoon, allowing the boys to talk openly. As they did as often as they could, they had their little sons with them.

"So, how else can we get Joshua and that fireman together?"

"We could go to every fire they get called to."

"We'd probably be at school, or it would be night time."

"Besides, that could be anywhere. How'd we get there?"

"And even if we did, they'd be way too busy fighting the fire for him to notice Joshua."

"Yeah."

"What else do firemen do, besides fight fires and rescue cats, and four-year-old kids, from trees?" asked Aaron with a smile and Billy rolled his eyes.

"They help get kids unstuck," offered Taylor.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw on TV once where a kid got his head stuck between the bars in a fence. You know, metal bars like on your front fence. They tried everything to get him out and finally phoned the fire department who had to get a welder to cut the bars of the fence."

"I don't think my parents would like it if they had to cut the bars on our fence."

"Sides, Joshua's head is way too big."

"Yeah. You'd need a smaller head. Something like…"

They looked around. "Where's Billy Bob?"

"Oh no," groaned Billy. The three of them ran into the front yard. Sure enough, there he was, on his knees, his head between two of the metal bars. The boys ran over and tried to get him loose, grabbing him by the shoulders and trying to pull him out, having him twist his head sideways and up and down, and trying fruitlessly to bend the metal bars. "Billy Bob, how did you get your head in there?"

"I dunno," he said with a shrug.

"Well, get it right back out, this instant."

"Can't."

"I'll watch him while you phone the fire department," offered Aaron.

"I'll get Joshua," said Taylor, leaping to his feet.

When the truck pulled up and the deputy chief stepped out, he shook his head in disbelief. "Not you boys again." The boys smiled at him guiltily. He knelt down and examined the problem. "And how did you manage to get your head stuck in there?"

"I dunno," Billy Bob said with a shrug.

He looked at the situation again. "Well, let's try some grease first. Where's his parents?"

Billy, Aaron and Taylor glanced at each other, their eyes widening. They couldn't tell him that one of his parents was standing right there. "My parents are out shopping," Billy said, thinking quickly. "I'm looking after him."

While two of the firemen greased up Billy Bob's head, Billy again whispered to Joshua, and this time he immediately reached down and began to fiddle with himself. Of course having his attention on the seven-year-old right from the beginning, the situation not being life threatening and none of the boys overly worried, the deputy fire chief could not help but notice with again visible results. When grease didn't work, the deputy chief said they'd have to try bending the bars first, and if that didn't work, they'd have no choice but to cut them. Fortunately they were able to pry them far enough apart for Billy Bob to get his head out, and to bend them back into shape so they didn't look that crooked.

"Why did you ever stick your head in the fence?" the deputy asked, squatting down and checking Billy Bob to make sure he was all right.

"To see you."

"What?" he asked in surprise while Billy, Aaron and Taylor felt their hearts leap to their throats.

"He likes fire trucks," Billy said, thinking quickly and trying to motion to Billy Bob to keep quiet without the firemen seeing.

"Un-unh," Billy Bob said, shaking his head. "Joshua likes fire trucks." He looked over at Joshua, who quickly took his fingers away from his crotch and blushed a bright red. "I like eighteen-wheelers."

"You were with that school group that visited the station a couple weeks ago, weren't you?"

Joshua nodded, blushing brighter with the attention.

"He wants to be a fireman when he grows up," Billy Bob offered, causing Joshua to turn an even brighter red. "I wanna be a truck driver like my big daddy," he added.

"Well, no more getting into trouble, okay?" he said, looking at Billy Bob with a smile. "You want to see the fire trucks, maybe your daddy will bring you to the station to visit and I can show you around. Yours too," he said with a smile, glancing over at Joshua.

"We'd love to come to the station!" observed Billy. "What is your name?"

"Norm. Norm Sagget. If you come, just tell them the deputy fire chief invited you."

"Cool. We'll come visit for sure. You work every day?"

"Two to ten, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday afternoons."

"Cool. We'll see you tomorrow, after lunch."

As the fire truck pulled away, Billy, Aaron and Taylor high-fived. "Fuckin' awesome," observed Billy. "And you did it," he said, grabbing Billy Bob and swinging him in the air. The little tyke giggled. "So," he said, looking at Joshua. "We'll see him tomorrow."

"I don't think my mom will take me," he said dejectedly. "Sunday's the only day she don't work and she don't like to go nowhere on her day off."

"That's okay. I'll take you. I'm sure she won't mind."

"He said our daddies," Joshua said, glancing at Billy Bob.

"I'm sure my dad will take us, or Bobby," Billy said. "Besides, you've got to go after all the trouble we've gone through."

Joshua looked at Billy curiously. "I think we'd better talk," Billy said with a grin as he glanced at Taylor and Aaron.

Joshua listened wide-eyed with wonder as the three boys talked about their secret relationships with their boylovers and their real relationship to the babies and toddlers they were looking after, how it was that Billy and Taylor could nurse their babies like mothers did, and how they'd felt that Deputy Fire Chief Norm Sagget was a boylover, and that they'd been trying to find ways for him and Joshua to get together. Having already had it drilled into him by the age of seven that men and boys didn't do such things, and that it was dirty and wicked for boys to even mess around with each other, he was amazed how eagerly they talked about their relationships, and seeing how happy they were about it and given how good he felt whenever Norm Sagget was around him and how good he felt doing things with Billy Bob, he struggled with what he'd been told by every adult in his life and what his three friends and his heart were telling him now.

The latter won out and the next day found Billy, Billy Bob and Joshua at the fire station. Norm was expecting them and was glad to see them, especially Joshua, but he was concerned they'd come without one of their fathers. When Billy explained that Joshua's parents were divorced and that he lived with his mom who didn't want to come and that he couldn't see his father very often, Norm was sorry he'd mentioned the boy's father and apologized profusely and became even more attentive to the youngster, totally forgetting to ask Billy why his father hadn't accompanied him.

He'd been attracted to Joshua the moment he'd seen him, not just because of his good looks but because he'd been quiet and shy himself as a youngster and could identify with him. That afternoon for some reason he felt even more attracted to him than usual. Figuring it was because there were only the three boys there, or because of his discovery the boy had been separated from his dad, he at first just shrugged it off. However, as he took them on a private tour of the station and one of the fire trucks he found his arousal growing stronger and stronger until he could not stop picturing him and the boy getting intimate right then and there, in the station lunch room, in the showers, in the back of the fire truck, everywhere. Never had he been so obsessed over a boy. Joshua of course was in total awe and clung onto every word Norm said, increasing the man's arousal.

Placing his hand on Norm's thigh as he listened, he was rewarded by a bulge developing in his pants just as Billy had said it would. Running his hand along his own thigh caught Norm's attention just like Billy had told him, and when he reached down and pinched his pee-er, Norm didn't stop him like any other adult would and the bulge in his trousers got bigger. He wondered just how big Norm's was, and if he really was a boylover like Billy had said, and what it would feel like having a man's thing up his bum instead of Billy Bob's. Of course Billy Bob noticed everything that was going on and enhanced the feelings of the two of them until the poor fireman was sporting a very obvious and very uncomfortable erection and was close to creaming his underwear.

"I have to take Billy Bob to go number two," Billy finally said.

"The bathroom is down the hall. The second door on the right."

"I don't gotta…"

"Let's go Billy Bob. Sometimes it takes the little guy a long time, like half an hour," he observed, winking at Joshua. "We'll meet you back at where we came in."

"But I don…"

"Yes you do," interrupted Billy, dragging the toddler down the hall.

"Well, we've pretty much seen everything," Norm observed. "There's just the tower left."

"The tower?"

"Where we hang the hoses to dry."

"I'd like to see it."

Joshua stared up at the hooks where the hoses would be hung when they returned from fighting a fire so they could dry out. He slowly reached down and fiddled with himself as Billy had said to do as often as he could.

"You have to go pee?"

"Oh. No. It's… just itchy," he said, as Billy had made him rehearse. Norm just smiled but didn't say anything. "Would you like to s-ah, could you see-ah I think maybe something's wrong with it," he fumbled.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It's been real itchy. I think maybe something's wrong," he said, getting his lines right. "But I can't ask my mom to see. She's a girl and everything. Maybe you could look at it?"

"Well, I suppose I could, you not having a dad handy," Norm replied, unable to turn down the opportunity being presented him. He took a couple rubber wedges used to block the wheels of the carts they used to haul the hoses in and out of the tower and jammed them under the doors to block them. "We don't want to be interrupted," he said with a smile, thinking of course more of himself being caught in a compromising position than Joshua's being caught with his pants down. "Now, let's see."

Joshua stood there with his legs spread and waited as Billy had said to do. Norm was surprised and knew he should have the boy take his penis out himself, but again, he didn't fight the opportunity. Pulling down the fly of the boy's jeans, he slipped his fingers inside and into the opening of the boy's tight, white briefs and guided his stiff little erection out. It was stiff and barely as long as a man's little finger. He was circumcised and the exposed knob was a bright red. Norm's heart ached.

"Well, other than being a bit reddish, I don't see anything," he observed huskily. "I suspect that's from tugging on it. You've been washing it and making sure it's clean?"

"Un-huh."

Norm squeezed it gently and then released it.

"It feels better when you hold it."

Norm reached out and took it in his hand again and squeezed it gently once more. He could feel it pulsating. His certainly was.

"Yours is hard too."

It was Norm's turn to turn red. "Ah, yeah, it is."

"Can I see it?"

Norm hesitated, and again yielded to the temptation. After all, sons saw their dad's. At least he'd seen his, when they changed into their suits at the swimming pool and showered when they come out of the pool, and the boy didn't have a dad. The look on the boy's face when he pulled out his seven inches [18 cm] eliminated what guilt he'd been feeling.

"Wow. It's big. Does yours hurt when it gets swollen too?"

"Yes," Norm said with a smile, "but it feels better when I squeeze it."

"Can I squeeze yours?"

Norm hesitated, for four seconds. "Sure."

Again the look on the boy's face, and the immense pleasure he himself was feeling with the boy's tiny, hot fist wrapped about his stiff cock, eliminated all thoughts of guilt. As Joshua began to slowly stroke it between his thumb and index finger, just as he was sure the boy did his own, he reached over and began to stroke his stiff little cocklet. Accustomed to stroking his own, it felt so slender and small. He was surprised how hard it was, and how hot. He imagined his must have felt that way when he was seven, but he honestly could not remember. What he did remember was his mother telling him that playing with himself was dirty and sinful and telling him to stop it. Of course the only thing he'd stopped was doing it in front of her. He promised if he ever had sons he'd never make them feel guilty or sinful for doing what came natural to boys. Unfortunately he'd never married and had children. He'd just never found women interesting. Young boys, on the other hand, were a very different matter.

What they were doing that moment didn't feel dirty nor sinful. It was hot, damn hot. The pleasure of having an erection and of stroking it was doubled having it in front of the seven-year-old and having him stroking it. It felt so different, so much more intense. The boy's hand felt so small and so hot and having a seven-year-old's hand stroking his stiff cock instead of his own felt so much better. He could feel the blood pulsating through it and the pressure building up between his legs. He could feel the boy's little dicky throbbing also. His knob was still extra sensitive at his age, and each time he gently brushed his fingers against the swollen bulb the boy squirmed uncontrollably. The boy's little nuts were drawn up tight under his little cocklet, and Norm's nuts were drawn up tight beneath his cock also. It would not be that long before he would be coming.

Joshua was breathing heavily and beginning to fidget and to buck his hips even when his tender knob was not being touched. Norm was breathing heavily also and he knew any second now he'd be shooting his load. Suddenly Joshua inhaled sharply and began jerking his hips uncontrollably, obviously with his dry orgasm. That brought Norm over the peak and he felt a twang deep in his balls and his cum gush up his swollen, aching cock and out the tip. Spurt after spurt of hot, white semen erupted from his thick, throbbing hose and spurted across the room, his swollen flesh pulsating hotly in the seven-year-old boy's grasping fist, the boy's eyes glued on the strange stuff spurting out of the man's cock. From the man's heavy breathing and the way he was squirming, he figured the man had to be feeling much as he did and the stuff that had spurted from his thing was the stuff Billy and the others had talked about.

As the pressure that had built up in his balls subsided, Norm's hot, thick cream stopped spurting and began to ooze out of the tip of his swollen cock and over Joshua's fingers. It felt hot and sticky. He looked up at the man and from the look on his face what he'd just done evidently felt as good as whatever it was that happened to his body when he rubbed his thing until he began to jerk uncontrollably. The man's lips slowly curled, and he smiled up at the man, his swollen, leaking cock in his hand, the man tightly squeezing his still throbbing, stiff cocklet. Norm squatted down and kissed him, on the lips.

He had meant it to be a kiss of love, a thank you kiss for what they'd just done. As their lips touched, the boy's satin-smooth lips and his fresh breath instead inflamed his desire. Although he had just shot his load, his stiff cock ached to be caressed again, but this time he knew the boy's fingers would not be enough to satisfy him. He kissed the boy a second time, this time more forcefully, and the boy responded by returning the kiss. Lust filled his heart and his stiff cock felt as rigid as iron. Never could he remember it aching so badly. He kissed the boy hotly on the neck, and as he unbuttoned the boy's shirt he kissed his smooth chest and tender nipples, causing the boy to squirm with the new unthought of pleasure. His kisses continued down the boy's smooth, slender torso as he unbuckled the boy's belt and unsnapped the top of his jeans. Pushing the boy's jeans down and then working his tight, white, jockey briefs around his stiff cocklet and off his small, compact ass, he helped him step out of them. The boy looked so hot standing there in just his shoes and socks and open shirt, revealing his smooth, boyish chest and small, compact butt, his little cocklet still jutting up in the air.

Squatting down and reaching behind the boy, he ran his index finger up along his smooth crack to his tiny anus. He pushed the tip of his finger against it gently and felt the boy open up to him. Breathing heavily with excitement, he pushed a bit harder, slipping the tip of his finger into the boy's rectum. It was warm and silky and moist. His stiff cock jerked in the air with lust, the ache unbearable.

Having the boy turn around, he grasped the base of his swollen dick with his left hand and placing the tip against the boy's small pucker, he slowly milked it, squeezing out his remaining cum and smearing it over the boy's anus with the tip of his aching cock. Spreading apart the boy's smooth ass cheeks, he again pressed the tip of his finger against the boy's hole and worked his ball slime into it. Coating his index finger with the slime he'd smeared over the boy's smooth buttocks, he ever so slowly and gently eased his finger all the way in to the knuckle and gently twisted it, causing the boy to squirm with the unique pleasure. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, Norm exhaled nervously and slowly eased his finger back out.

Having the boy stand on one of the hose carts and hold on to the metal spool and spread his legs, he quickly unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his trousers and pushed them down. Stretching out the elastic band of his boxers, he worked his underwear off his protruding cock and pushed them and his trousers down to his ankles. Stepping up behind the boy, he placed the tip of his slime-smeared cock against the boy's cum-lubed hole. Again the boy eagerly and willingly opened up to him. Inhaling deeply, he continued to ease forward, his thick knob slowly stretching the boy's anus wider and wider until it popped inside. Grasping the boy's hips, he slowly sank his cock further in, his slimy cum providing all the lube that was needed the two of them were so hot. He could not believe it. He was standing there in the hose tower with his stiff cock up the young boy's ass, all seven inches [18 cm] buried up to his coarse hairs. It felt wonderful and he paused to enjoy the delight of having his cock surrounded by the hot, moist ass flesh of the seven-year-old boy.

He slowly drew his cock back out and was delighted to feel the boy clench his anus about his thick hose. Boys were such natural and eager partners. Drawing back until the knob was about to stretch his anus open again, he sank his cock back in to the hilt. The boy's ass was so hot and moist and so fucking tight. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he drew his cock back out and then sank it back up the boy's rectum. He fucked the boy gently at first, easing his cock in and out of his ass slowly, but as his desire and pleasure grew, he began pumping his hips faster and faster until he was banging the boy with all his force, ramming his rod in and out of his hot, tight asshole in a mad frenzy, fucking the boy furiously and savagely while the boy worked his asshole in time with him, enjoying his ravishing as much as Norm was enjoying ravishing him.

The pressure in his balls built up once again and he reached around and wanked on the boy's tender, slender cocklet, and the boy sighed and quivered with the pleasure, his cockhead feeling like it was being pealed and his ass feeling like it was being split in two, the pain of both strangely pleasant and the more it hurt the more pleasant it felt and the rougher and harder he wanted the man to jerk his cocklet and screw his ass. Stronger and stronger grew the sensations as the pressure built until once again his orgasm raked his mind and his body and he quivered and whimpered with pure delight. At the same time Norm felt the tightly wound coil in his loins snap and suddenly unwind. His cum raced up his cock and spurted out of the burning tip of his cock and up the boy's rectum, flooding it and basting his cock with a fresh load of hot, thick slime. Never in his life had he blasted off such a load, and never in his life had he felt so great. He stood there in ecstasy, his head spinning, gasping for breath like he'd just done a hundred pushups.

Finally easing his cock out, he took out his handkerchief and wiped off the boy's anus and crack and then his dick. The two of them pulled up their underwear and pants and smiled at each other. There was no doubt in Joshua's mind. Firemen were the most awesome people in the world, and he wanted to be one, just like Norm. And, there was something else he wanted.

"Can we do that again sometime, what we just did?" Joshua asked as they headed down the hall.

"You bet we can. Maybe we can do some other things together besides, like go for walks or bike riding or fly kites or something, besides play with each other's penis, if you want."

"That'd be great, especially the last part," Joshua said beaming up at the man and Norm smiled. Ah, the honesty of youth.

As they walked back to the main entry, Joshua raised his right hand and sniffed his fingers. They smelt like Norm's dick and cum. He was never going to wash that hand again. At the same time Norm absent-mindedly raised his fingers and sniffed them and sighed with the delightful, distinctive fragrance of a young boy's little dicklet, Joshua's little dicklet. He wasn't going to wash his hand either. When they joined Billy and Billy Bob, Billy and Billy Bob knew that their mission had been successful.

***

Billy Bob's messing around and having fun with other boys and his preparation of boys to have boylovers wasn't limited to the Kiddyland Daycare. He made friends wherever he went, be it the mall, the supermarket, the neighbourhood parks or school playgrounds, his cherubic smile and innocent eyes attracting male and female, young and old, and inevitably he and his boy playmate or playmates ended up with their pants down. The Saturday following his visit to the fire station was a typical example. While playing on the slides at one of the parks with his two daddies, they were joined by an energetic three-year-old and his mother and the toddler and Billy Bob became instant friends. Eventually the toddler began the not so discrete leg crossing and hopping from foot to foot dance of a boy who heard nature calling but didn't want to disrupt his fun until his mother intervened and began to take him to the women's rest room, much to his protest that he was a big boy now and could go to the men's.

Billy knew how he felt and started to offer to take him but Billy Bob beat him to it, announcing that he was a big boy and he'd 'look after him.' The mother smiled and glanced over at Bobby who assured her that the boys would be all right. While the two tykes disappeared into the men's she and Bobby talked, about the playground and the park and raising boys and the unfortunate need to be on the lookout for molesters and perverts who preyed on little children and women who were alone, assuming of course that Billy and Billy Bob were Bobby's children. She was a single mom and had recently moved into the neighbourhood and had not met many people yet. Having someone she felt comfortable talking to, at first she didn't notice that time was passing along, but when she finally noticed the boys hadn't reappeared she began to worry. Billy offered to go and see what was taking them so long.

There was nobody at the urinals nor the sinks and the doors to all the cubicles were open but one. Glancing under the door, he found one pair of legs kneeling on the floor before the toilet. Pushing on the door he found it had not been latched. Inside he found Billy Bob sitting on the toilet happily swinging his legs and his eyes closed in ecstasy, his new friend on his knees before him eagerly sucking his stiff little dick, his own jutting up in the air. Billy slowly and quietly closed the door and discretely made his exit.

"They're okay," he announced. Bobby immediately suspected something was going on, and the answer didn't exactly calm the woman's worries despite Billy and Bobby's vague comments like "you know how little boys are." Another couple minutes passed by and she was about to request Bobby check on the two missing tykes when they came out of the washroom, hand in hand and beaming, their flies still down.

"What were you doing in there so long?" she inquired of her son.

"Playing."

"Playing? You went in there to pee."

"We did that too."

"Well, a dirty rest room is no place for boys to be playing."

"We had fun."

"Well, it was time we were heading home."

"Aw. Do we hafta? I wanna play some more with Billy Bob."

"Well, ten more minutes, and then we have to go home," she agreed, unable to resist her son's big eyes.

The boys ran off happily together. When you are three and four, ten minutes is a long time. Billy wondered if he should mention to Bobby what he'd seen and decided to wait. It was no big deal, and Bobby would just worry that the boy might tell his mom what he and Billy Bob and done and get all upset.

While they were watching, a man and a boy around six, a father and son it looked like, arrived and began playing catch on the adjacent ball diamond. The boy was small for his age and thin and looked apprehensive. The man was broad-shouldered and muscular and balding and didn't look very happy. As they began tossing the ball back and forth the boy became more and more frightened and the man more and more angry. The boy was clearly no athlete, and the man clearly had no patience. In the meantime Billy Bob's new friend reluctantly left with his mother. Billy took Billy Bob over to the swings.

"What were you and your new friend up to in the men's room?"

"Peeing," Billy Bob replied innocently, looking at his little father with all the charm of a four-year-old.

"And what else?"

"I learned-ed him how to give a blow job."

"You did."

"Uh-huh. I dided him and he dided me, but he didn't did it very good. I told him we could practice next time."

Billy smiled and shook his head. "Did you warn him he better not tell his mom about what you did?"

"Oh yeah. I tolded him it was a secret boy game."

"What's the Goddamn matter with you, can't you even catch a Goddamn ball?" the man who'd come with his son shouted angrily, catching their attention. "You catch like a Goddamn girl."

"You throw it too hard."

"Throw it too hard? That's not Goddamn hard. This is hard." He tossed the ball at the boy who jumped aside. The ball bounced behind where the boy had been standing and went rolling halfway across the field. "Christ Almighty! The Goddamn ball's not going to bite you! Now go get it!" The boy ran off after the ball, his eyes filled with dismay and the lower rim brimming with tears. As he began walking back, his father called to him, telling him to throw the ball from where he was. He threw but of course the ball was nowhere near to reaching his father. "Jesus Christ! That's no Goddamn way to throw a ball!"

"I can't throw that far."

"Of course you can't, not Goddamn underhand like that! You throw like a bloody girl too! You should have been born a Goddamn girl. Maybe on the way home we should stop and buy you a Goddamn dress."

"Your son?" asked a man, walking across the ball diamond to the man from behind. With his attention on the man and the boy, Billy hadn't noticed the man watching from bleachers.

The man turned to look at the man. "Unfortunately yeah."

"That's no way to teach a boy how to play ball. Or how to talk to him."

"Oh yeah? Well it's none of your Goddamn business how I Goddamn teach him how to play ball, or how I Goddamn talk to him."

"It is when I see a boy being bullied," the man said flatly, unfazed by the man's gruffness.

"I'm his Goddamn father and I'll talk to him how the hell I want."

"He'll never learn to play ball that way."

"Oh yeah? If you think you can teach him Mister Goddamn Know-it-all, go Goddamn right ahead. He's all yours."

Tossing his mitt and the ball on the ground, he stomped off toward his car. Stopping half way, he turned and stomped back. Taking out his wallet, he took out forty dollars and shoved the bills at the man. "And on your Goddamn way home, stop and buy her a Goddamn dress." He turned and stomped off again, got in his car, and spinning the tires in the parking lot, raced off down the street, leaving everyone, including his son, standing there staring at the disappearing car in surprise. The man walked over to the boy.

"What's your name, son?"

"Steven. Steven Tudor," the boy replied softly in a quavering voice as he stared at the ground. "Everyone calls me Stevie."

"Well, Stevie, I'm Peter. You want to play catch?"

"Not really," he replied, continuing to stare at the ground.

"Well, perhaps I can help you with your throw."

"That's okay."

Having jumped off the swing and walked over toward the ball diamond unnoticed, Billy Bob now walked over to them. "Hi."

"Ah, hi," Peter said in surprise, turning around to look at the toddler.

"I gotta go pee," he said, taking the just as surprised Stevie by the hand and pulling him toward the men's rest room.

"What is Billy Bob up to?" asked Bobby as he joined Billy by the swings.

"I think he's going to talk to the kid," Billy said, Billy Bob's actions having taken him by surprise and the little tyke having been half way to the man and boy before he realized. "Comfort him." What he'd seen Billy Bob and the three-year-old doing flashed in his mind. He wondered if he should mention it.

"Yeah, he seems to have a real empathy for others," Bobby observed with a hint of pride. Billy looked at him with a puzzled look. "He knows how other boys feel and what they're thinking," Bobby explained. He looked over at the ball diamond. "It's a good thing that other fellow intervened when he did. I was about to go over and beat the shit out of that ignorant bastard myself."

"Billy Bob must get his empathy from you," Billy said with a grin.

"Well, I'm going to go over and thank the fellow," he said, tussling Billy's hair and grinning back at him.

"That man you was talkin' to was being nice," observed Billy Bob, having lead Stevie into the men's rest room.

"Yeah, I know."

"Why don't you wanna play ball with 'im?"

"I don't play ball very good."

"I like to play ball," Billy Bob said. "I specially like to play with these balls," he continued, groping himself between the legs and grinning. Stevie laughed with a snort of surprise. "If you don' wanna play ball with the man, you wanna play balls with me?" he asked, reaching over and groping Stevie's crotch.

"Hey," he said, pulling back, chuckling again in surprise.

"It's way fun. Don't you like to play with your balls?"

"Sometimes," Stevie admitted with an amused chuckle. "But mostly I like to play with my bat," he said as an afterthought. He grinned as he swung his hips.

Billy Bob laughed, the uninhibited honest laugh of a four-year-old, and taking Stevie's hand he led him into one of the cubicles and closed the door. Pushing down his trousers and underwear, he looked at Stevie. "You can play with my bat and balls if I can play with yours," he offered.

"I thought you had to go pee."

"I thunked I did, but I think I gotta orgasm instead."

"Gotta what?"

"You know how to orgasm?" Billy Bob asked as if it was a perfectly normal question a four-year-old asked. Stevie shook his head. "I'll show you," Billy Bob offered happily.

Lowering his trousers and briefs with Billy Bob's help, Stevie let the younger boy reach over and begin to fiddle with his dick and balls. He'd discovered the pleasure of playing with himself on his own and did it almost every time he went to the bathroom, it being the only place he could do it safely, his father having caught him once and having given him a severe spanking for doing it. That hadn't stopped him from doing it. In fact after that he did it to get back at his father, besides because it felt good. He reached over and began to play with Billy Bob's little dick and balls. He'd never touched another boy before, nor had a boy ever played with his, and it felt daring, which felt good, as did having someone else's hand touching what his father called his privates. The two stood there in silence, each enjoying the mysterious and exciting pleasure developing between his legs and the pleasure of bringing another boy the same feelings. It was not that long before they were both hard.

"Yours can stand up too," observed Stevie, pleased to see his wasn't the only one that did that. He had been worried that maybe that wasn't a good thing, but it had felt too pleasant for that to stop him.

"Uh-huh," nodded Billy Bob. "It likes you rubbing it."

"Mine likes you rubbing it too," Stevie confided.

"Now mine wants to go hide."

"Go hide?"

"Up your bum."

Stevie giggled. This was the most unusual boy he'd ever met. "It's sort of dirty and stinky up there," he observed with another giggle.

Taking a sheet of toilet paper, Billy Bob stepped around behind Stevie and poked it into his bumhole. Stevie of course instinctively opened his anus like he did when he wiped himself. Taking the shit-smeared sheet out and tossing it in the toilet, Billy Bob took another, this time to Stevie's surprise inserting his finger along with it. Stevie's stiff dicklet twitched. Tossing it in the toilet also, he stepped up behind Stevie. "Not dirty no more," he announced as he placed the tip of his stiff little dinky against the boy's hole. Being about the size of a man's little finger, he easily inserted it up the boy's bum. Timid and shy and having no close friends, mostly because they were afraid of his father, Stevie had never done anything so daring in all his life, and doing something exciting with another boy was feeling as good as the erotic pleasures of having a finger and a dick up his bum that the other boy had just introduced him to. When Billy Bob reached around him and began to tug on his stiff cocklet as he began to pump his hips to and fro, working his little cocklet in and out of his bum, his pleasure doubled.

Peter began glancing over at the men's rest room anxiously, wondering why the boys were taking so long just to pee and beginning to worry about the two boys. "The boys are probably just talking," Bobby said. "You know how boys are."

"They've been in there a long time."

"Well, we'll give them another minute or two and if they're not back by then I'll send Billy in to check on them."

"You and your boys come here often?"

"Quite often. We like to go to different playgrounds with Billy Bob."

"So your boys are Billy and Billy Bob."

"Yeah." Bobby knew that sounded a bit strange, but he couldn't very well correct the man's misconception that both of the boys were his sons. "Are you from this neighbourhood? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"No, actually. I like to go for a walk in different parts of the city, for variety. Like I said earlier, when I heard that moron getting after his son, I couldn't just stand there and let him treat the boy that way." He and Bobby had already commented on the boy's verbal and mental abuse and their dismay a father could treat his son so. "So, what line of work are you in?" Peter asked, steering the conversation away from why he was there.

Billy Bob was meanwhile eagerly humping Stevie and the six-year-old was squirming and beginning to breathe heavier with the increasing pressure in his loins and the strange, irritating but enticing pleasure causing his stiff little dick to ache. He'd played with himself before but never this long, and he'd never known the pleasure one could get having a dick pumping in and out of his ass.

"My dick is starting to feel funny," he gasped, becoming a little worried. It was beginning to go numb and to tingle, like it was going to sleep.

"Mine too," panted Billy Bob. "We're gonna orgasm."

Stevie had no idea what he meant by that, but thirty seconds later he found out. A sharp thrill suddenly shot up his benumbed cock from his drawn-up balls to the tip and he began to spasm uncontrollably with the strange combination of pain and pleasure between his legs, which had suddenly become very rubbery. Billy Bob was evidently feeling the same thing as he lunged and withdrew his stiff little cocklet erratically and threw back his head and moaned and gasped with his own orgasm, tightly wrapping one arm about Stevie's waist and tightly squeezing his stiff, aching dinky with his other hand. When the two boys emerged a minute later, both Billy and Bobby could tell from the looks on the flushed faces of the two boys that they had not just been talking. Stevie shyly announced that he'd like to play ball after all. Billy Bob just grinned at his two fathers as he reached up and took their two hands.

The next day, Stevie and Peter met at the playground again, this time by mutual agreement. They played ball for almost an hour. Peter began by tossing the ball gently and the two standing only a few yards apart, gradually building up the boy's confidence before moving farther apart and tossing the ball a bit swifter. He similarly showed the boy how to throw overhand instead of underhand, at first standing close and as the boy improved his throw, moving farther apart.

"So, have you had enough for today?" he finally asked. Stevie nodded. "What do you say we go have an ice cream cone?"

Stevie thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I want to go orgasm."

"You want to what?" Peter asked with a surprised snort.

"I want to orgasm." Stevie repeated. "You know how to orgasm?" he asked innocently.

"Ah, yeah, I think so," Peter said, a bit bemused. "But maybe you'd better tell me."

"I can show you," Stevie offered, reaching up and taking the man's hand.

Peter was not sure what to expect nor what the boy was thinking as the six-year-old lead him to the men's rest room and into one of the cubicles though he certainly had some ideas of his own, ideas he'd had about other boys in the past and ideas he'd amused himself with last night and all morning as he'd thought about the slender, shy boy. Even so, the boy's next comment came as a surprise.

"First we gotta play with each other's balls and bat," he explained as he began to push his trousers and underwear down.

"Whoa! Wait a minute. Have you ever done this sort of thing with a man before?" Stevie shook his head. "Never?" Peter confirmed and Stevie shook his head again. "An older boy then?" Stevie once more shook his head in the negative.

"Don't you want to orgasm?" Stevie asked, wondering why Peter was being so hesitant.

"Well, yes, I do," Peter acknowledged. God, how did he ever want to! "I'm just surprised someone your age knows about it. I just want to be sure what you're thinking is what I'm thinking. Just what do you do to orgasm?"

"It's easier to show you."

Peter relented. As long as the boy took the lead, he'd see where this went. Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly, he pushed down his jeans and his boxers. Stevie immediately reached over and began to fiddle with his long, hairy nuts and to shake and play with his dick.

"You gotta do mine too," Stevie instructed.

Peter eagerly obeyed, reaching down and fondling the boy's smooth, tender testicles and his silky-smooth cocklet. He was uncut and he slowly and carefully drew the skin back to expose his knob and then drew it back up. Meanwhile the boy was doing the same to him, pushing his foreskin back to expose his mushroom-shaped knob and then pulling it back over and reaching around and rolling his tender nuts in their sac. He quickly began to swell and so did the boy. He could not believe the boy had so eagerly and willingly begun to fiddle with him and had been so willing to let him do the same.

"Now you gotta clean my bum with toilet paper," Stevie announced once the two of them were stiff.

"You've done this before." It was a statement, not a question. Stevie nodded in agreement this time. "You said you've never done it with a man before." Stevie nodded again. "You've never done with your father or uncle perhaps? Or a neighbour?" Stevie shook his head in the negative. "And you've never done this with an older boy?" Stevie nodded his head again. "But you've done it with someone." Stevie nodded in the affirmative. "Who?"

"Billy Bob."

"The boy that took you into the men's rest room yesterday?" he asked in surprise. Stevie nodded. "How often have you and he done this?"

"Just yesterday."

"He cleaned your bum?" Peter asked. Stevie nodded. "And what did he do then?"

"He rubbed his thing in and out my bum and rubbed my thing until we orgasmed."

Peter stared at the boy in disbelief. While he and the little kid's father were outside talking, his little kid was fucking Stevie. No wonder he wasn't concerned about the two boys. He had to have known exactly what was going on. Probably sent the kid over to take Stevie into the men's room and do it, preparing Stevie to do it with him. Probably would have gone in to the can and done it to him yesterday if he hadn't been there. It was strange he hadn't made any attempt to get rid of him. Probably figured that would be too obvious. He had to be doing his own kid. Hell, the kid had to be only four! Maybe he did the older kid, the one on the swings, or maybe he had the kid on the swing doing it with his kid brother. That was probably it. Probably took pictures of them and sold them. Probably that was what he was planning on doing with Stevie, having the little kid do things with his older brother or with him while he took pictures. There was no other way a kid that young would know about orgasms.

"Billy Bob said yours would be way big but that you'd know how to do it so it won't hurt."

"Billy Bob said this?" Stevie nodded. "What else did Billy Bob say?"

"That you wanted to do what him and me did. That he could tell you were a good man and wanted to make me feel good."

That Peter had not expected. "He say anything about the other man that was with them, the big man, or the boy on the swing?"

"Un-unh," Stevie replied, shaking his head.

"He say anything about them doing this stuff with him, or wanting to do it with you?"

"Un-unh."

Well, that didn't mean that wasn't the big man's intent. As he reconsidered his earlier suspicions, Peter's next thought was that he was being set up, maybe to be blackmailed or something. The problem with that was that there was no way they knew when and if he'd meet up with Stevie again, and there had been no sight of them today. Telling Stevie to wait a moment, he pulled up his jeans and underwear and checked outside. The only others in the park were a woman and her toddler on the playground. Actually, he'd seen her there yesterday too, and now he thought about it, her toddler and the curly-haired blond had gone in the men's room too. Perhaps the kid was simply precocious, the result of being sexually active with his older brother. It could be the father was totally innocent and oblivious to what was going on between his two sons. That would not be unusual. Parents seldom thought of their children as having sexual desires, until they became teenagers, and then parents went totally ballistic. He returned to the cubicle. Stevie was still standing there, his cute little dick still sticking up in the air. What the hell. This was the reason he cruised the playgrounds.

Kneeling down, he took some toilet paper and wiped off the kid's ass, poking the paper into his butthole with the tip of his index finger. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a tube of KY and after pushing his jeans and boxers back down squeezed a dollop on the tip of his index finger and smeared it over the boy's pucker. He squeezed out another dollop and slowly and carefully inserted his greasy finger up the boy's rectum. Well, Billy Bob had been right about that. He did know how to make fucking the kid as painless as possible. He smeared a third dollop on his stiff cock, greasing it up generously. He was average in size, six inches [15 cm], perhaps a bit fatter than most, but it would be huge for the six-year-old, particularly having had only the toddler's dick up him, and that only once. He imagined the two boys yesterday in the cubicle, the younger one bumfucking the older while his brother and dad and himself had stood outside. Fuck, that was hot. His cock jerked with the thought, eager to begin.

Kneeling there in the rest room cubicle, he grasped the boy's hips and placed the tip of his cock against the boy's hole. As he slowly pressed forward, the boy did nothing. Obviously he didn't have to with Billy Bob and obviously he'd told the truth and hadn't done anything with anyone with a larger cock or he would have known to push out to lessen the pain. Telling him to push out, like he was taking a shit, Peter continued to push forward, his greased knob slowly stretching the boy's sphincter. He went slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt the boy. Gradually his greased knob stretched open the boy's asshole until at last his knob popped inside. He paused for a moment to allow himself to recover and for the boy to get used to having his asshole plugged with cock, and then slowly he sank his cock the rest of the way up the boy's hole.

Assuring that the boy was okay, he slowly began to work his cock in and out of the boy's ass. At the same time he reached around and continued to stroke the boy's still stiff cocklet. He knew he was taking a risk doing it in a public toilet and it was not the cleanest place to have sex, but he'd used public toilets plenty of times before. Doing it in a public facility and doing it in the men's room added a certain eroticism to the act. As he worked his hips to and fro he concentrated on the pleasure of having his stiff cock surrounded by young boy flesh and as he stroked the boy's slender, two-inch [5 cm] pecker he delighted in its silkiness and rigidness. Six-years-old and hard as a rock. He never ceased to be amazed how aroused a boy that age could get, nor how ignorant adults were about the needs and sexuality of young boys.

He worked slowly to prolong his pleasure and that of the boy, and he paused several times to allow both of them to cool down. A man could only do that for so long though, and doing it with a young boy for his first time with a man made it particularly difficult to hold back. Fortunately the boy was as hot as he was and before he shot his load the boy began to jerk and gasp with his own orgasm, the second in his young life. Peter delighted in the openness and the shear delight of a young boy when he reached his peak, and young Stevie did not disappoint him. The boy's orgasm made his own all the more powerful. Grasping the boy's throbbing little dick between his thumb and forefinger, he rammed his own stiff, aching cock up the boy's rectum as he felt his juice racing up the core of his swollen flesh. The hot, thick slime spurted out the tip, filling the boy's rectum and flooding back over his throbbing cock. He sighed with delight, his head spinning and his swollen cock throbbing out his seed.

***

It being a beautiful day, Bobby took Billy and their two sons to the zoo the last Sunday of the month, the day before Halloween, and then for a quick spin down the highway in his eighteen wheeler for a treat, much to the delight of the boys and especially Billy Bob. On the way back they bought three extra large pizzas and a cream pie to share with Jimmy, Calvin, Aaron and their boys.

"I just got off the computer," Calvin said as they sat down to eat. "Harold has sent the group an email. Edward gave birth to their second child. Ten pounds and four ounces [4,650 gr]. They've named him James. He said father and son are doing well."

That made the third baby they knew of born without the use of suppositories, Kyle and his boymate Kevin having notified everyone at the end of September of the birth of their second child, Drake.

"Ray sent everyone a group email this afternoon too to say that Michael was doing well and was already as big as an elephant although he was not expected to pop for another two months, around mid December."

Both Harold and Ray had been keeping the group informed about the happy pregnancy ever since they were sure Michael had gotten pregnant. Both Ray and Davey, Ray and Michael's first son who was now three and ten months of age, had butt fucked Michael the day of the big storm at the campground back in July, the day after everyone had revealed their second pregnancies. Ray was a good friend with the local doctor and had arranged for Harold to use his clinic to run some tests to see why Michael hadn't gotten pregnant a second time while Billy, Kevin and Edward had.

Harold hadn't found any of the hormones he'd found in Edward's blood after using the suppository and after he'd been fucked by their son, but to his surprise he did discover that Michael already had a fully functional modified appendix and additional gland, which explained why he hadn't found the hormones. Another surprise was not being able to find the chemical from the prostate that he had suspected caused the release of the gametes containing the W chromosome and that he'd named WGRC anywhere in Michael's blood nor his rectum, although he did find all the other substances that made up semen, including Ray's sperm. A third surprise was the discovery that Michael's blood contained an abnormally high concentration of urea and his stools had a high concentration of a nitrate precipitate which he'd figured was the result of the urea reacting with the alkaline chemical from the prostate gland. When he presented his findings, Harold and Michael confessed to him that they engaged in water sports and practised urotherapy, both of which included the drinking of each other's urine.

Harold had them refrain from both for a week, after which Ray again fucked Michael, and Harold ran another series of tests, the reason he'd decided to delay going to California by a week. This time he found the chemical from Ray's prostate in Michael's blood and no precipitate in his stools. Ray and Michael waited for a month and a half, until mid September, to be sure that Michael was pregnant before they announced their happy news to the group. With their permission, Harold followed up their news with an email to everyone revealing his suspicion that Michael had not been able to get pregnant because of the urea in his blood. He also said he would have to examine Billy and Kevin to be absolutely sure, but he was now certain that the changes to a boy's body to allow him to become pregnant, unlike when they'd used the suppositories, were permanent after being fucked by their little sons since Edward's cyst had not disappeared after his embryo had become implanted in his appendix.

"And there's still more good news," Calvin said as he helped himself to another piece of pizza. "In today's email Harold said he's found a nitrogen-based lube that will precipitate out the WGRC in the semen just like urea does, something called cocoa butter. He's also found out caffeine does the same thing so he thinks there's a very good chance that if someone had a regular diet of coffee or Coca Cola or cocoa, the caffeine in the blood would precipitate out the WGRC from the prostate also. Of course the only way to know that for sure would be for someone to try it," Calvin said with a smile.

Billy for one certainly hoped he was right. When they'd left the campground in July they'd concluded that to avoid getting pregnant besides not letting their sons shoot this seed thing in the first place was to stop having their lovers screw them up the ass, to wear a condom or pull out before they came if they did, or drink urine, and he hadn't been enthused about any of those solutions.

"And there's more. He said according to Ray and Michael's son Davey and his son Charles, they released these seeds voluntarily and only when they figured a boy and his boylover wanted to have a child and would make good parents, so like he suspected earlier, a sure way to avoid getting pregnant a second time is to make sure our sons don't release those seeds in the first place. He said he was sending an email to Bobby and Kyle asking them to check if their sons say the same thing. "

"So, is that what happened, Billy Bob?" asked Bobby. "Did you shoot something up Billy's bum so he could have a baby?"

"Un-huh," he replied as if that was quite normal.

"How did you do it?" asked Billy.

"I thunked it."

"You thunked it?"

"Un-huh."

"You haven't done that with anyone else, have you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You have? Who?"

"Kwame and Benito and Joshua and," he thought, wrinkling up his nose, "and Stevie and ... lemme think."

Billy and Bobby looked at each other. If Harold's conclusions were right, there were going to be some very surprised boys and boylovers in the near future!

Chapter 18

Enrique, the first to emerge from his mother's womb and technically the oldest, raised himself on an elbow and leaning over, kissed his brother Raimundo tenderly on the lips. Their upper lips were slightly darker than the lower, the corners sporting fine, silky hairs, the beginning of adolescent moustaches. The beach they were laying on was cut off from the main beach by an outcropping of barnacle and mussel encrusted rock, the razor sharp edges and coating of sea gull crap making an effective barrier hiding them from the other sun bathers out that Saturday afternoon, not that the two boys cared if they were seen. They were openly and happily gay and had been for over a year, madly in love with each other ever since they'd emerged from the womb, and had handsomely dark good looks and lithe, muscular bodies that turned the heads of girls and boys, women and men, thanks to genes passed on down from their Hispanic and Ciboney ancestors.

It was early December. The wet season was over and the days and nights growing warmer each day. Already tourists had begun flocking to Varadero to golf and party in the Caribbean sunshine, bask on the stretches of Varadero beaches, swim and fish in its deep bays, and explore the coral reefs of the nearby cays; and in the evenings to delight in the rich Cuban food at Varadero's many restaurants and relax with a Cuba Libre or a daiquiri and a fine Cuban cigar while they listened to a strolling maraca band and perhaps end the evening having hot, sweaty sex with one of many pestillo strolling the turista strip or one of the mariquita hanging around the gay bars. By the end of the month even their private little beach would be invaded by the turista blanco from Europe and Canada. The trade embargo by the accursed Yankees and the breakup of the USSR still hurt the Cuban economy, but it had no impact on two of Varadero's most important industries, turismo and prostitucion.

Raimundo and Enrique viewed the influx of tourists with mixed feelings. On the one hand they loved their privacy and the solitude of their own little beach, and they hated the arrogant, usually obese, and even more usually drunken turista with their sickly white skins and capitalistic attitudes. On the other, they brought in much needed money to the country and they tipped generously, which benefited the Huevanos family directly, their mother working as a waitress at the Rock House, one of the five-star restaurants at the Paradisus Princesa Del Mar Resort, and their father working as a tour guide for Varaderotur. As for the twins, with their handsome good looks, Enrique's skill with the tres, the Cuban guitar, and Raimundo's versatility with the bongos, maracas and claves, and the twins' fine mezzo-soprano voices, they made even better money than their parents made in tips strolling the streets and busking the tourists. Having no need for money, most of what they made they gave to their parents but they kept enough for the finer things in life, designer clothes, good cologne and expensive jewellery. They knew they could make even more as male prostitutes, as chapero jerga, and they'd had their share of offers from women and men alike, but they had no desire for that type of sex and were satisfied with their current wealth.

"Hey, look, what is that?" asked Enrique, pointing out to sea.

Raimundo sat up and glanced out to where Enrique was pointing. There was something floating out in the bay, too small and too far away to make out. The two boys glanced at each other and breaking into grins, they leaped to their feet and raced across the white sand and into the water. They dived into the sea simultaneously and knifed through the deep blue water toward the object like two dolphins. They reached the object, a bright yellow, sealed plastic bin about a metre square, simultaneously. Whatever was inside, if anything, was light as the bin bobbed high in the waves. Pushing it in front of them, they swam back to the beach and carried it up onto the sand.

"Whatever it is, it's mine. I got to it first," claimed Enrique.

"Besame mi culo. I laid hands on it first," challenged Raimundo.

"It is you who can kiss my ass. It was in front of you all the way there."

The two boys grinned, knowing that they had both reached the object at the same time, and that even if they hadn't, they would have shared the find whatever it was. They struggled with the lid, finally prying it off. They reached inside and lifted out the object, a statue, a very ugly, ceramic statue of an ochre frog with three pairs of legs and a grotesquely huge, erect penis.

"You're right, you got there first," admitted Raimundo. "It's all yours."

"Ah, but for you, my fine younger hermano, I give it to you as a gift," grinned Enrique.

"Wait a minute. There's an envelope besides. Perhaps I did reach it first after all!"

"Maybe it is full of one hundred peso bills."

They eagerly opened up the envelope. Inside were two slips of paper, and eight three-quarter inch [2 cm] tan suppositories.

"What the pigna are those?"

Raimundo looked at the statue. "Mierda de rana, frog shit," he concluded and the two boys laughed. "What do the papers say? Is it written in Spanish?"

"Yes, it is." Enrique read out loud as his brother looked over his shoulder. "Para hacer a un bebe, inserte una tableta por semana encima del recto de el que usted ama por cuatro semanas antes del acoplamiento a sexo anal."

"To make a baby, insert one tablet per week up the rectum of the one you love for four weeks prior to engaging in anal sex," Raimundo repeated.

"And there is a bill for eight hundred pesos."

The boys looked at the tablets and then at each other.

"It must mean insert up cuno," suggested Raimundo.

"No, it clearly says recto, rectum not cunt," replied Enrique, studying the paper.

"Whoever wrote it obviously made an error."

"Besides, we know what you need to stick up a cunt to make a baby," said Enrique with a smile, "and it's not a pill."

"Perhaps they are those fertility drugs you read about women taking."

"But would they still not stick it up their cunt?"

"Perhaps they think their husbands are supposed to stick their verga up their asses. No wonder they aren't having babies!" observed Raimundo and the two boys laughed.

"If you could make babies that way, I'd have fecunde you long ago, hermano."

"If you could, I'd happily have your baby," Raimundo observed, looking at his brother lovingly.

"And I'd gladly have yours," Enrique replied immediately.

"Maybe they're drugs. Some sort of anal poppers or something."

"Well, I don't need no drugs to enjoy screwing your culo, muchacho."

"Nor I yours," said Raimundo.

The two boys grinned at each other. Dropping the envelope back in the bin, they kissed, tasting the flavour of their own dicks on each other's lips. Enrique slipped his tongue in his brother's mouth and along his gums and the inside of his cheeks, tasting his own cum. Raimundo did likewise, swiping his slime from his brother's gums and off his teeth with his tongue and swallowing it. As they kissed again, their hands began to caress each other's back. Both were avid swimmers and had strong, muscular arms and backs. They pressed their naked bodies together as they ran their hands down, following the curves of their young, trim bodies, down along tapering backs and narrow waists and over tight, compact buns. As they caressed each other's smooth buttocks, they began to swell, their young, growing cocks pinned between their naked bodies. Feeling each other's pinga growing firm and pressing against their smooth bellies, the two boys kissed more feverishly.

Slipping his middle finger along his brother's ass crack, Enrique stopped at his anus and rubbed it with the tip of his finger, sending ripples of pleasure through the puckered flesh and up his rectum. Running his hand over Enrique's hip, Raimundo cupped his brother's low-hanging balls in his hand and rolled the large, tender eggs in their loose ball sack. Enrique's stiff cock jerked with arousal, bumping against his own stiff organ and pressing hotly against his smooth stomach. The two boys lay there balls to balls kissing and caressing, their chests rising and falling faster and faster as their young, hot blood coursed through their veins and pulsated through their swollen flesh. The two boys, one the mirror image of the other, identical not just in looks and personality, but in even their thoughts, openly and eagerly made hot, passionate love to each other.

After years of foreplay, they had perfected their sex play to an art, and neither was in any great hurry, for speed only hastened the end of their pleasure, and they did not want this pleasure to end. They knew by having sex there on the open beach they were risking being caught, and though homosexuality was not that uncommon and though they, like over half the population of Cuba, claimed no religious affiliation and so were free from the feelings of guilt and sinfulness that religion laid on the faithful for doing what was only natural for two people who dearly loved each other, like everywhere else the straight population dominated and along with it, its beliefs and mores. The two brothers had never let the majority belief inhibit them however, and flaunting their difference and openly celebrating their love for each other only enhanced their arousal.

So, it was no surprise that the two made love to each other openly and uninhibitedly out there on the open beach, nor that once fully aroused they simultaneously reached for the envelope in the container. Each taking a suppository, the two boys smiled at each other as they inserted them in each other's anus and pushed them into each other's rectum with their forefingers. Engaging in the universal game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first, Raimundo's flat hand won over Enrique's fist. Enrique willingly laid on his back and spread his legs and raised them as his younger brother by several minutes knelt between them and placed the tip of his now rigid pinga against his hole. The two preteens, still four months from their thirteenth birthdays, were hung better than most boys their age, but they'd had enough experience screwing each other's ass and they were randy enough that the natural pre-cum oozing from Raimundo's blood-engorged sausage was all that they needed for lube.

Grunting and snorting with desire, the two boys strained to unite, and ever so slowly Raimundo's swollen knob stretched open his brother's sphincter until it popped inside his rectum. With his pinga clenched securely now inside his brother's asshole, he resumed his kissing and caressing, raising his brother into the next plane of desire, his cock tantalizingly poised at the entrance to his love channel with only the knob inside, causing his brother to ache in anticipation of what was to come. Their lips met and their tongues duelled and their hot, Hispanic blood pulsated through their swollen, aching cocks, but Raimundo made no move to sink his stiff, preteen Chorizo sausage up his brother's hole, and Enrique made no effort to impale himself on his twin brother's shaft.

Breathing deeply with desire, their chests rising and falling faster and faster like the incoming tide, they closed their eyes with the ecstasy of anticipation, the two holding back and allowing their desires to escalate until they could stand it no longer. It was not an unusual technique for the two boys but this afternoon there with the incoming tide pounding the nearby rocks and encroaching on the beach and the strange six-legged statue sitting on the hot, white sand staring at them, their lust for each other had never in their life felt so strong, nor their need so desperate. At long last Raimundo slowly pushed his hips forward, sinking his stiff, aching cock up his brother's hot, moist, pulsating hole, sinking to the hilt of his young, slender pinga until his brother's eggs were nestled in his fine, curly nest, the dark, silky hairs having only recently sprouted on his pubes.

His cock felt so good buried up his brother's hot, moist hole, completely surrounded by his pulsating flesh, and he paused again, now to relish the full penetration of his brother. Enrique's eyes were closed and the corners of his lips were curled with that delightful pleasure that only a woman or a gay boy would know, his penetration all the more delightful in that unlike a woman he knew also the pleasure of being the penetrator, and in that unlike most gay boys, he was being penetrated by his twin brother, the mirror image of himself. Though this was not the first time he'd had his brother's cock inside his body, for some reason the pleasure that hot, sunny afternoon seemed greater than it ever had before. As he felt his brother slowly ease his stiff, slender pinga back out, the shards of burning pleasure ripping out from his anus, the throbbing pleasure pulsating through his rectum, and the sharp, electrifying stab of pleasure that shot up his rectum and up his stiff, aching cock when his brother's knob brushed against that especially sensitive spot deep inside him, caused him to arch his back and clench his eyes tightly with the exquisite, terrifying pleasure.

Raimundo shuddered at the same time with the sharp, painful pleasure ripping through his blood-engorged knob and the hot throbbing of his swollen shaft as he slowly eased his cock out of his brother's hole. Whether he was the creation of God or the end result of the evolutionary process, he did not care. He was only glad that he had been born a boy and that he was gay, and most of all, that he had a twin brother with whom to share this ultimate of pleasures. His own eyes closed in ecstasy, he did not have to see his brother's face to know the pleasure he was feeling. That was the joy of being gay and of being a twin. He knew without looking the pleasure his brother was feeling because he himself knew the pleasure of having a stiff, hot cock easing out of his asshole, and he knew above all else, his brother.

Plunging his cock back up his brother's hot, moist chute, Raimundo exhaled explosively and inhaled deeply once again, the painful pleasure encircling his knob and the throbbing pleasure of his blood-engorged shaft seeming somehow even more pleasurable this afternoon. He loved his brother so much, and he desired his smooth, beautiful body more than anything in the world. It was so hot, so perfect, lithe and muscular, the colour of golden rum. It was, of course, identical to his own, as was his brother's mind. No two people could be so perfect for each other. As he slowly opened his eyes and peered down at his brother through love-heavy, half-closed lids, he found his brother looking up at him, his lips curled into an identical smile, his brother's thoughts the same as his.

As Raimundo bent forward and his lips met his own, Enrique ached with his love for his twin. His lips were so hot and so smooth, the lips that earlier this afternoon had been wrapped about his aching cock, the lips that had drunk his sweet, creamy nectar, eagerly draining it from his balls. Now he had his pinga up his asshole, bringing him a whole different type of pleasure. He wrapped his arms about his brother tightly and returned the kiss as he felt his brother's stiff cock begin to ease back out of his body, sending once again the exquisite pleasures of love through his groin. In and out, his brother worked his stiff cock in a slow deliberate rhythm, one they'd engaged in hundreds of times but each time they found even more delightful and more pleasurable than the last. He clenched his sphincter as he felt his brother easing his cock out, grasping onto the solid, triangular bone, and as his brother sank his pinga back up his ass he relaxed his muscle and trembled with the physical delight of having his asshole plugged with hot, throbbing cock, and the mental delight of knowing the pleasure he was bringing his brother.

Gasping and snorting with exertion and arousal, the two muchachos delighted in their pleasure and the pleasure they knew the other was feeling, their hot, Hispanic blood pulsating through their veins and their swollen cocks, sweat beading on their swarthy skin and running in trickles down their smooth, muscular backs and down their hairless, golden brown chests and ribs. Their armpits with their recently-sprouted, silky tufts of hair were dank and soaked with sweat, as were their dangling balls, but stronger than the dank, masculine scent of sweating pits and the thick, erotic fragrance of sweaty balls was the musky odour of pure animal sex.

The two worked furiously now, the one thrusting his cock in and out of the other, the other desperately working his sphincter and thrusting his body against the first. The pressure in their loins multiplied with each thrust and withdrawal, driving the two boys into a mad frenzy of thrusting. They banged their hot, naked sweating bodies against each other as if gone mad. Raimundo thrust his cock up his brother's hot, moist chute furiously, driving his brother's slender body against the hot, white sand with each thrust, plowing his ass with a lust like he'd never felt before.

And then he was shooting, spurting his thin, watery preteen cum up his brother's asshole, filling his rectum with his slime. Spurt after spurt erupted out of the burning tip of his throbbing, aching cock, flooding his brother's rectum and basting his own benumbed pinga. He snorted and gasped with the power of his ejaculation and the exertion of his frenzied, mad fuck, his heart pounding in his thin chest, his head spinning. Spurt after spurt erupted out of his body, his young cojones now tightly drawn up under his stiff, throbbing cock. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, the primordial scent of salt air and of the ocean now laden with the scent of preteen lust and hot, fresh cum.

Pulling out and rolling over on his back, taking his brother with him, he spread his legs and raised his rump, aching for his brother to penetrate him, his stiff pinga slick with his brother's ass slime and still oozing with his watery preteen cum. Still locked in his brother's arms, Enrique plunged forward with a desperate thrust, driving his stiff, aching miembro up his brother's rectum with a single thrust. His head spinning dizzily from his ejaculation, Raimundo arched his back and groaned with the savage assault, his anus burning with pain as his rectum was plugged with hot, solid cock. He inhaled deeply with the pleasure pulsating out from his anus, the sharp, new pleasure ebbing out from his straining asshole to meet the still throbbing but fading ripples of pleasure from his ejaculation.

His chest rose and fell like the ever approaching waves, his heart beating so rapidly it felt like it was about to burst. His brother savagely, desperately, pumped his aching cock in and out of his ass, driven by pure, animal lust. Brought to the brink of ejaculation by his brother, it was barely two minutes before he too erupted, filling his brother's rectum with his hot, watery slime just as minutes earlier his brother had filled him. Spurt after spurt erupted from his body, filling his brother's rectum as he thrust his aching, throbbing pinga in and out of the now slime-filled hole. His blood pulsated in his ears like the pounding surf and he trembled with the power of his ejaculation as his brother wrapped his arms about his body and drew him tightly against him.

They lay locked like that in each other's arms, Enrique's pinga buried up Raimundo's asshole, the two brothers gasping for breath, sucking in the moist air heavy with the musky fragrance of spent cum and preteen sex and the ocean. Their lovemaking was always such, wild and powerful and undescribably delightful, but today it was even more so, a new high that they would reach time and time again in the upcoming weeks. Spent, they kissed now, softly and gently, brushing their fine, silky moustache hairs against each other's upper lip. Their cocks were flaccid and slick with their cum and their brother's ass slime, and their rectums were filled with each other's thin, watery preteen cum. The yellow bin and the envelope now with six tan suppositories lay beside them, but the strange statue had mysteriously disappeared.

***

Thousands of miles to the north a cold wind was blowing in from the Arctic and across the Canadian prairies that Saturday. The temperatures plummeting to a frigid thirty-five below Celsius [-31°F] did not stop the populace of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, from going about its business, the city snow plows clearing the streets from the recent blizzard, the afternoon shift heading off to the Mosaic Company potash plant, the Canadian Pacific Railway backing into the petroleum refinery with a unit of empty tank cars to be filled, families heading out tobogganing, and the farmers and their wives from the surrounding wheat farms driving into the city for their Saturday afternoon shopping. It was three weeks before Christmas and the shops were full of shoppers, couples, families and singles, out looking for that special gift for loved ones.

At a population of thirty-five thousand, Moose Jaw, situated at the junction of Thunder Creek and Moose Jaw River, was a mid-sized city by Canadian standards, and like most mid-sized cities on the prairies, staunchly conservative. It was, after all, in the middle of what was often called the Bible Belt of Saskatchewan. The customers at the A and W restaurant at the Town 'N Country shopping mall were a typical cross-section of the populace: several families including a Mennonite farmer and wife with their five children, three girls and two boys, the oldest seventeen and the youngest six, in for a day of shopping; three men in their mid-twenties from 15 Wing Moose Jaw, the Canadian Forces jet-piolet training base; four teenagers, two boys and two girls, from the nearby Catholic High School on their way home from a volleyball game and three teenage girls from the public school system just out for the afternoon, four elderly couples from the seniors lodge taking a break from their Christmas shopping, and four sales clerks on their break, two from the Canada Tire store, one from Victoria's Fashions, and one from Simpson-Sears.

The staff at the A and W was typical of A and W's anywhere, six half-bored teenage girls and pimple-faced teenage boys at the tills, flipping burgers, and frying fries; a serious-faced mentally-challenged young woman deep in concentration as she diligently cleans the tables, and a thirty-something manager overseeing them, puffed up with his own importance and power, all in their brown and orange uniforms and caps emblazoned with the large A and W logo. Rupert was a typical employee, sixteen, working after school and on weekends for extra cash, clean, well mannered, and reasonably good-looking and at the moment in between acne outbreaks, son of the local MLA and cabinet minister responsible for education and otherwise co-owner of the local farm implement dealership. Like most teenage boys, Rupert didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up other than not what his father was. Unlike most teenage boys he was not interested in girls.

What had caught his eye at the moment in the lull in customers was young Aleksandr Petrov, the youngest son of the Mennonite clan, blond-haired and blue eyed, looking so clean in his black Dutch-boy cap, buttoned-up blue shirt, green and blue suspenders, and plain black trousers. Rupert was, as they say in Moose Jaw, gay as a goose, and had a preference for boys under the age of eight. Aleksandr had turned six last week. Rupert would love to give him a very special birthday present, and it was not on the menu, but all he could do was fantasize about it. Unfortunately in Moose Jaw there was no opportunity to pursue his interest, the closest gay bar being in Regina seventy kilometres away, and Rupert was still two years shy of being considered an adult anyway. Until now his special interest was limited to reading boylove stories on the Internet and swapping boy porn pictures with a couple guys he'd met online, the only things that were stopping him from kidnap and rape to satisfy his urges.

"I would like Grandpa Burger with cheese, large poutine, onion rings, and medium sized Root Beer, please."

Rupert jumped. He hadn't even noticed the elderly Chinese gentleman enter the restaurant.

"Ah, yes, sorry. Could you say that again, please?" Rupert asked in a fluster. The fellow smiled, the type of smile that hinted he knew what Rupert had been thinking, and Rupert flushed even though it was impossible for the old man to have known. He repeated his order and Rupert punched it in. "Will that be to stay or to go?" he asked.

"Stay."

"That'll be $12.35," Rupert said. "The poutine will be a few minutes. I'll bring it to your table."

The restaurant was almost full. As coincidence would have it, the table behind the Mennonite family was vacant. As he brought the old man his order of poutine, he was surprised to see the obscene statue on the table. It was impossible not to notice the statue's huge erection.

"It is very ancient," the old man said, noticing Rupert's surprise. "Many thousands of years. It is called The Gargoyle of Male Fecundity. It can help you realize your most ardent wish, fulfill your deepest desires," he said, his eyes crinkling as if he knew exactly what those were. "When you meet the one who can grant you what you seek, it will tell you."

"Ah, it will tell me?"

"Not in words, but in a way you will understand," the old man said with a smile. He reached into the fold of his long, silk robe. Rupert noticed for the first time that was all he was wearing, hardly adequate for a cold Canadian winter day. "And you will need these," he continued, taking out a small, plain brown envelope. "They are four hundred dollars."

"I don't have that sort of money," Rupert said with a half snort and half chuckle.

"Not even for your most ardent wish, your deepest desire?" the man asked with a knowing smile. For that Rupert would pay four thousand dollars, and he'd find someway to get the money, even it he had to rob a bank. "You need not rob a bank," the old man said, giving Rupert a start. There was no way he could know that was what he had just thought! "You need not pay immediately. I have waited many years for this moment. I can wait for a few more."

He had been waiting many years for this moment? The guy was some sort of nut case. "Thanks, but no thanks. On the wages I'm making, it will be many years for me to save up that much."

"No matter how long the journey, they all begin with the first step, and today you begin yours," he replied. Was he looking at the young Mennonite boy, or was that just a coincidence? Rupert could not help thinking how he'd love to begin his journey with him!

"I, ah, need to get back to the till," he said lamely even though there were no customers at the counter. As he returned to the counter, he could not help but think what the old oriental had said. If only it was that easy. Glancing over at the Mennonite family, he was surprised to see the table behind them was empty and the tray and food gone. The old man couldn't have finished his meal already. He glanced around, but he was nowhere in sight. The statue and envelope, however, were still on the table and in plain sight. Telling Cindy, who was working the till beside him, that he'd be right back, he checked out the men's washroom. It was empty. He headed over to the table. The old codger had probably forgotten his things. He'd just hold onto them until the old guy realized and came back for them. Curious, he peeked in the envelope. There were four tan suppositories, and a note, written in very elegant writing. To make a baby? Well, obviously the old geezer hadn't known what he'd been thinking after all. He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

He glanced over at the Mennonite family as he wiped the table. The youngest boy, who was sitting facing him, was fidgeting and pinching himself between the legs. When the boy noticed he'd been seen, he immediately drew his hand away and looked embarrassed, but when Rupert smiled at him, the boy grinned, sending a thrill up Rupert's dick. To his amazement, the dick on the statue began to glow. Now that was impossible. He tried thinking of something else to see if it made a difference, but it wasn't a good test. He couldn't get the boy's grin and the sight of him fiddling with himself out of his mind.

"Aleksandr, can't you sit still?" complained his older sister sitting beside him.

"I have to go bathroom."

"Then for goodness sake, go," said his father.

As the boy headed to the washrooms, Rupert grabbed the statue and envelope and modestly turning the statue so the front was facing his body, he followed the boy into the men's room. He could swear he could feel the dick of the frog pressing against his body and that it was throbbing and hot. Stepping up to the urinal beside the boy, he balanced the frog in one hand as he pulled down his fly and slipped out his dick with the other. The boy had good reason for his fidgeting. His stream was still going strong. Looking at the ochre frog, the boy giggled.

"It's a funny looking statue, isn't it?" Rupert said as he began his stream. It was pale and weak. He didn't have to go really, and besides, he was almost erect. The boy nodded. "One of the customers forgot it. I'm just holding onto it until he comes back."

"It has six legs, and a big wiener," the boy giggled.

"Yes it does."

"Real frogs don't got six legs, and they don't got wieners," the boy observed.

"Are you sure?"

The boy nodded. "I've caught lots of frogs in the pond at our farm."

"Then I guess you should know."

"And they made the wiener pointing the wrong way," the boy giggled.

"A guy's wiener can point up like that," observed Rupert.

"No it don't," Aleksandr giggled, "it points down." He let go of his to prove it. He was still pissing.

"Well, I can make mine point up. You want to see?"

"Sure."

The boy was so innocent and trusting it made Rupert ache. He was already almost erect, and it took less than a dozen strokes to finish the process, especially with Aleksandr standing there watching him with his own little dick hanging out. At three foot four [1 m], the boy's eyes were almost level with his crotch! He let go and the boy giggled at the sight of his erect cock jutting up in the air.

"I can make yours point the other direction too," Rupert observed, his voice cracking with excitement, his heart racing with hope. "You want me to?"

"Okay."

The boy truly was pure and innocent. Even at the age of six most city boys would have been taught that such a proposal was wrong and to go running to someone they could report it to. Rupert's stiff dick nodded in excitement to the boy's amusement. "Ah, maybe we should go in the cubicle, in case, ah, someone wants to use the urinals."

The boy followed him into the cubicle. Having Aleksandr stand in front of him as he sat on the toilet, he reached over and slipped his finger and thumb about the boy's limp noodle. It felt so soft and small. The boy was circumcised, revealing a small, bulb-shaped head. As Rupert slowly stroked the boy's little cocklet, the boy squirmed each time his fingers gently brushed against the knob.

"That hurt when I do that?"

"It itches."

"It'll feel better once it gets hard." On impulse, Rupert dropped to his knees and took the limp little noodle in his mouth. The boy said nothing, either too surprised or too curious to object. As he gently sucked on the slender, limp tube and ran his tongue over the knob, he felt the boy's dick swelling between his lips. His own cock was jerking about madly. How many times had he fantasized doing something like this? Slipping the boy's suspenders off and unbuttoning the top of his trousers, Rupert drew them down. His heart beating like he'd just done a dozen laps around the gym, he eased down the boy's white jockeys. His dick and balls looked so small, so absolutely beautiful. Rupert resumed sucking the boy's dick, slipping his lips right down to the boy's smooth pubes and his tiny, dangling balls. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would be this good. Fortunately the novel stimulation soon had the boy erect or the teenage boy would have shot his load. As it was, as he sat back and looked at the boy's little dick jutting straight up in the air, if he'd so much as brushed his hand against his own knob Rupert would have erupted.

"There. You see?" he said huskily.

The boy nodded as he looked down at his dick. "What's that?" he asked as he looked at Rupert's dick.

Rupert looked down. "That's called pre-cum. That happens when a guy gets… ah… excited."

"Can mine do that?"

"No, you have to be older, like me. But it will, once you start getting hairs."

"Hairs?"

"Above your dick, like this," Rupert said, quickly unbuckling his jeans and unsnapping the top of his trousers and pushing his boxers and jeans down.

"Yours is real big." The boy stood there staring at his stiff cock, too innocent or too curious to be embarrassed, which increased his appeal.

"Yours is pretty big too," Rupert said huskily. "How old are you?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"Six. My birthday was last Saturday."

"Well, yours is big for six years old. How does it feel like that?"

Aleksandr shrugged.

"Mine feels better when it's squeezed," Rupert said, reaching down and squeezing his with his fist.

Aleksandr reached down and did the same. His dick was so small it was entirely enclosed by his fingers. "So's mine."

"Mine feels even better when it's up someone's bum," Rupert said, the idea popping into his head. He'd read plenty of porn, especially kiddy porn, but he could not recall having read that particular line. It had just occurred to him. Aleksandr giggled. "Really. It feels really good that way. And it feels good to have a guy's wiener up your bum too. But I guess you're too little for you and me to do that."

"I'm not too little," Aleksandr objected, as Rupert had hoped he would. His heart was pounding high in his chest. He could not believe this was happening: his most ardent wish, his deepest desire.

"Well, we can try it, if you want," he offered, his cock oozing out another dollop of pre-cum. "But you'll have to promise to keep it a secret. We don't want girls to know guys can do this stuff or they'll be jealous, and your dad and brother will probably think you're too young and will get mad." He could not believe he was actually saying these things, the words flowing off his silver tongue as if he said such things to every six-year-old he met.

"I won't tell."

"I knew you'd be able to keep a secret, or I wouldn't have told you it," Rupert said and Aleksandr smiled with his trust in him as he looked up at the horny teenager with wide-eyed innocence and anticipation.

Sitting down on the toilet, Rupert helped Aleksandr step out of his trousers and underwear and then climb up onto his lap facing him so he was squatting above Rupert's stiff cock. Taking one of the tablets from the envelope he'd stuffed in his shirt pocket, he gently inserted it into the youngster's anus. Even though it was impossible, the idea of knocking the kid up was erotic. Besides, Rupert's entire sex life up until then had been pretend. Holding the boy's smooth, compact buttocks to support him, a hand on each cheek, Rupert slowly lowered him onto the tip of his cock. His knob, slick with pre-cum, slowly began to spread apart the boy's anus. Concentrating on what he was doing with his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth, the recently turned six-year-old slowly lowered himself on the teenager's stiff cock and Rupert's pre-cum slicked knob slowly penetrated him. Rupert let him take his time, allowing him to impale himself on his hot, throbbing cock at his own speed. He could not believe this. After all these years of fantasizing and wondering what it would be like, after all these years of satisfying himself looking a porno pictures and reading kiddie porn, he was actually doing it, there, in the men's room of the A and W, the kid's parents and sisters and brother sitting just outside enjoying their burgers and fries while he was enjoying buggering their son and brother. It was his first bugger.

Inhaling and exhaling with exertion, his face set in determination, the innocent six-year-old boy slowly lowered his body on the stiff pole, ignoring the pain of having his virgin anus stretched apart wider than it had ever been stretched in his young life and being penetrated with only the slimy pre-cum of the horny teenage server for lube. Rupert reached up and taking the boy's still stiff pecker between his thumb and first finger, he gently squeezed it and slowly began to rub it, the irritation of his sensitive knob distracting the boy from the pain of having his cherry cracked. Fraction by fraction Rupert's stiff cock disappeared up into the boy until at last his knob popped inside. The rest followed more easily until the boy was sitting in his lap, his smooth buttocks sitting on his thighs, his little balls nestled in his pubic hairs, Rupert's hot, throbbing cock buried up his ass.

With his hands on Aleksandr's hips to support him and to help him rise, Rupert told him what to do just as he'd read in countless porno stories on the Internet at Nifty and PZA, telling him to flex his leg muscles and to lift up and then to relax his muscles and slide back down his stiff pole. Finding the resulting burning irritation of his stretched rectum and the throbbing of the stiff cock stuffed up his rectum pleasurable, Aleksandr repeated the cycle. As Rupert slowly stroked his stiff little cocklet, the knob began to itch in a painfully pleasant sort of way also, and he found that the faster he rode up and down Rupert's stiff cock and the faster Rupert rubbed his stiff, itching wiener, the better it felt. Soon he was rising and falling as fast as his thin, little legs could propel him and he was beginning to inhale and exhale rapidly and deeply with his exertion and growing arousal.

The rate of Rupert's own breathing was rapidly increasing in time with the pressure increasing in his loins. Having his cock encased in the hot, moist channel of the six-year-old boy was far more pleasant than being grasped by his fist, and far more pleasant than he'd ever imagined. No story he'd ever read had come close to describing how it really felt to have one's stiff, aching cock stuffed up a young kid's hot, moist ass, or how it felt to have a six-year-old boy eagerly riding your erect cock while you jerked off his stiff, little cocklet. It was wilder than he could have ever imagined, and he threw back his head and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt his cock throbbing hotly up the boy's rectum and as he felt the hot blood throbbing through the young boy's little cocklet.

As the boy suddenly began to twist and jerk erratically, Rupert knew the boy was climaxing. The knowledge that the boy was having his first ever orgasm was so hot, Rupert felt a surge of unbelievable arousal and he threw back his head with a whimper of shear delight as he climaxed also.

Aleksandr's body jerked about uncontrollably as if he'd stuck his finger, or more appropriately his dick, in an electric socket as a strange, new sensation shot up his irritated little dicklet. His stiff little wiener seemed so swollen and so numb, like it had been stung by a bee, and his little knob felt like it was being skinned. The unique sensation, never felt before and impossible to have even been imagined, was the most painful and yet the most pleasant sensation he'd ever felt. It was frightening for the six-year-old, and yet so delightful. His heart pounded in his chest and he gasped and panted with the strange thrills jolting through his stiff little cocklet, momentarily forgetting the erotic stimulation of his stretched, abused anus. He could feel the teenage boy's large, hard cock throbbing deep inside him and he wondered if the boy was feeling the same strange pleasure as he was. His mind spinning dizzily and his body still jerking uncontrollably, he suddenly felt something hot squirting up into his rectum and the teenage boy squeezed him even tighter. Squirt after squirt shot up into his insides as the boy beneath him gasped and groaned, his eyes closed tight. The six-year-old boy could not tell if it was in pain or in pleasure.

Rupert wasn't sure himself as he trembled and gasped with his violent ejaculation. Never had he cum so violently nor so copiously. Spurt after spurt of his hot, teenage cum shot out of the burning tip of his throbbing cock and he had visions of his blasts of cum shooting the tablet he'd inserted up the boy's rectum deep up his intestines. It was like he was a volcano, shooting forth his hot, thick lava. Cuming had never felt so awesome, and shooting his stuff up the rectum of a young boy quivering with his own orgasm was so fucking hot he was feeling dizzy.

At that moment, the two of them, one six and one sixteen, gasping and snorting and clinging to each other in their combined orgasms felt so right! Never had he imagined it would be so pleasant and he knew that somehow he was going to have to find a way to see the boy on a regular basis so they could enjoy this awesome pleasure again and again. The two sat there for the longest time, the sixteen-year-old on the toilet with his pants and boxers about his ankles and the six-year-old depantsed and debriefed with a thick, throbbing cock plugging his cum-filled rectum, delighting in the awesome pleasure of climaxing together.

When Aleksandr finally eased up and off his still stiff cock and he helped the boy climb down off his lap, Rupert was relieved and delighted to see the smile of pleasure on the boy's face. Taking some toilet paper, he wiped off the boy's bum, and then wiped off his cock and as the boy put on his underwear and pants Rupert drew his back up. The two had just stepped up to the basin and begun to wash their hands when the door opened and the boy's father stepped inside.

"Aleksandr, what has been taking you so long!"

"Ah, that's my fault, sir," Rupert said, thinking quickly. "I was occupying the stall." Actually, with only one stall and two urinals, he realized they had been lucky nobody had come in while they'd been screwing. It had been so awesome, the risk had been worth it. Suddenly remembering the frog statue, Rupert realized that it was no longer there on the sink where he'd left it. He glanced around quickly. It was nowhere in sight. That was impossible. Though he'd been preoccupied, he knew he would have heard if anyone had come into the washroom while they were there.

"Well, come along. It's getting late. I'd like to get back to the farm before it gets dark. Until we can hire another part-time worker there's extra chores to do."

"You're looking for a part time worker?" asked Rupert eagerly.

"Yes I am."

"I'm available evenings and weekends."

The man looked him over critically. He looked strong enough, but was obviously a city boy. "You know anything about looking after cattle?"

"No, but I'm a quick learner."

"Please pa, let's hire him. He's nice."

"And how do you know he's nice?"

"He works at A and W," Aleksandr replied.

"Until I can find something better," Rupert said. "I'm saving up to go to college in another year and a half." Adults always liked to hear that.

"You'd need transportation out to the farm."

"I have a 1998 Volkswagen."

"You working here tomorrow?"

"Four to six."

"Well, come out to the farm in the morning and we'll see how you do. Cattle need to be fed and barns need mucking out. You'll need boots and old work clothes. We start chores at seven."

"I'll be there!" Rupert replied. He had no idea what mucking barns meant but no matter what the work, he'd give it his best effort and he knew he'd be able to do it. Anything to be with Aleksandr again. Giving him the address, the man left, followed by his son, who looked up at Rupert with a wide grin. Rupert knew the boy was looking forward to tomorrow just as much as he was.

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