Chapter 29
Andy's birthday gift

Andy woke me in his usual fashion the morning after I told John how I'd prepare his little boy bum for being fucked on his 8th birthday. It had been a long night for both John and I.

"Daddy, John won't get up," he said when he saw I was awake. He sounded worried.

"He couldn't go to sleep last night, Tiger. Let him sleep for another hour, okay?" I mumbled. Go away and let me sleep too!

"Okay. I'm ready to get my diaper off now."

I groaned inwardly and had a look at the clock radio. It was only 7:15 AM. The stuff I had done with John the previous night had kept me up for far too long. It was close to 1:30 AM before I had finally managed to find the butt plugs I wanted on an obscure Japanese web site and placed the order.

Instead of going back to sleep, I nearly sleepwalked to the bathroom and helped Andy get up on the changing pad.

"Say, Tiger, have you started peeing more during the night?" I asked when I pulled the diaper out from underneath him.

His new diapers had gotten noticeably heavier in the mornings. I wasn't concerned about them leaking as such, the new junior diapers I had bought for Andy would hold about a litre [1 quart] of fluid and still feel dry to the wearer. They could hold even more than that before leaking, but then they'd feel wet. It's what the manufacturer claimed anyway, I never tested one to see if it was true.

"I pee when I wake up. So I can stay in bed longer," Andy confessed.

I thought he was getting a little too lazy, but figured I likely would do the same, had I worn diapers to bed too. It didn't matter much, the diaper was after all only going in the bin. If Andy didn't want to stand in front of the toilet, probably freezing his little butt off while peeing, I could relate to that. But, it made it downright impossible for me to judge if his bedwetting was getting worse or improving.

"Oh? How much do you pee at night?" I asked, already mentally slapping myself for asking such a stupid question.

"I dunno. I'm sleeping at night."

"I should hope so. But was the diaper wet when you woke this morning before you peed it again?"

"I think there was pee in it, I dunno. It feels dry all the time. See?"

He mashed his finger into the pee-laden diaper lying open on the counter next to him before I had a chance to stop him. Then he held up his finger towards my face. I feigned biting at it and he quickly moved it out of my reach.

"Yuck! Daddy!" He exclaimed, "That's pee on my finger."

"So? It wouldn't be much different from sucking on your little dink then."

It was the first time I had made any comments regarding that particular activity. However, I sure missed doing it a lot.

Andy just smiled and spread his knees as wide as he could.

"You want me to suck it?" I asked him.

He nodded at me. I hadn't slept much at all that night, but I was still able to suck Andy to a nice kiddy orgasm while he lay on the changing pad. I finished my task of wiping him clean and dry and sent him off to play in the living room until John would wake up. He scampered off naked, then returned just as I had started draining my bladder into the toilet.

"Daddy, can you light a fire? It's too cold."

It wasn't cold in the living room, the bathroom was just very warm. Still, it didn't take me long to get a good fire going in the small free-standing fireplace.

"Now, please play quietly while John sleeps. Wake me when he gets up, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

I knew I could trust Andy not to do something stupid like touching the fireplace. He had done it once when he was three and I hadn't been fast enough to stop him. He ended up with a very small burn on his finger tip and it taught him not to mess around near the fireplace again. He wasn't afraid of it any more, though he certainly respected it. I went back to bed and managed to go back to sleep.

I woke an hour later to the beeping of my clock radio. John was still asleep when I checked in on him and I had to wake him. He wouldn't be able to sleep in the next day as well, since that would be Monday, a school day.

When he woke I asked him how he was doing. His mouth opened in a massive yawn before he answered my question.

"I'm sleepy and my bum hurts," he told me in a little whiny voice.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

I had fleeting images of his sphincter being ripped and the diaper flooded by his blood. When I had cleaned him after our late evening fun, I had inspected his bum hole. The rim of his anus had been ever so slightly red, but there had been no blood.

"It itches!"

"Let's go check it out, Buddy."

We went to the bathroom and I gently shut the door behind us. Andy hadn't noticed I was up yet and he didn't see us enter the bathroom. The cause of John's itch was evident when I pulled open the diaper, his butt crack was somewhat messed up from lube having seeped out of his bum during the night. There was some faecal matter too, not a whole lot, just enough to irritate John's sensitive skin. I wiped him clean with a washcloth, then put a bit of Preparation H on his hind quarters and just inside his little hole.

"There you go. Absolutely no harm done, it's just a little poop that made your butt itch."

John's underwear and pajama bottoms were in the washer where I had left them over night. They were clean but wet and I sent him into the living room only wearing his pajama top.

It can help his bum recover letting it hang out in the open like that. It also makes him look adorable!

When I walked into the kitchen I saw Andy was still naked and engrossed at playing with his miniature cars and trucks, many of which he had inherited from me. John quickly invited himself to play with him while I started preparing breakfast.

***

The four butt plugs waited for me in my mailbox when I returned from work Wednesday, 11 days after I had ordered them. They were extremely well made and the smallest of them was about one of the cutest things I've ever seen. It had a relatively wide base and kind of resembled a ship's anchor. The part for the sphincter to close up around was only pencil-thick and the broadest point of the plug was a bit under 2 cm [0.8"] in diameter. All in all it was just short of 10 cm [c. 4"] long.

The plugs were all the exact same shape, though they increased gradually in size with the biggest one being 15 cm [c. 6"] long and 4.5 cm [c. 1.75"] thick.

The colour of them was however not at all what I expected it to be. The images on the web site had shown them in a very dark and cool purple, almost black, colour. The ones I received were pinkish red, which was far from John's favourite colour, he loathed everything pink. He just had to live with it though, as I didn't want to go through a lengthy process of returning them and waiting for new ones to arrive.

Most of the plug will be inside of him, hidden from view anyway.

Later in the evening, while I cooked dinner for myself, I disinfected the plugs in a pot of boiling water. Exactly the same way I had sterilised nipples and baby bottles for Andy when he was smaller. All I needed then was for the weekend and Andy to arrive, and for John to sleep over. I hoped the small tyke hadn't changed his mind about being fucked by me, the itching in his butt crack sure couldn't have been fun for him.

If he's still interested, I need to figure out how to get his butt ready for plugging. He'll need to be flushed out first so no poop will slip out during the night. Hmm, how can we do that without Andy finding out?

***

When I returned from work Friday, Andy and John turned up in my driveway as if by magic like they always did when it was my week to have Andy.

"Hi daddy!"

"Hi yourself, Tiger. Did you have a nice week?"

"Yes. Mary was in a huge fight with Felicia."

I had no idea who the girls were, but I soon learned they were in Andy's class at school. It also turned out it hadn't been such a big fight after all, when I prodded for more details.

While he explained, I went around to the rear of my car and opened the tailgate. Andy noticed the many shopping bags I had in the back of the Volvo and stopped talking about a fight that had rather been a heated argument over whom got to play which instrument.

"Want my help?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

Andy and John helped me carry in the groceries I had bought on the way home from work, which was something quite new. Well, John was quite good at offering his help. Andy? Hah! Unless it had something to do with the car, he wouldn't willingly help with anything at all. But, you see, Michelle and I had started giving Andy a small allowance, though only if he helped us around the house. We had come up with a list of small tasks he had to do and in return he'd get a bit of pocket money for every task he completed.

Michelle thought Andy would just spend all of his money on candy, but he put her worries to shame. He asked me one day for a small green piggy bank and it was quickly made part of the stuff he'd lug between our houses on Fridays. He dutifully fed it with all the coins he earned. I asked him what he was saving for, but either he didn't know or he felt it wasn't something I should know.

"Dunno. I just want to have money if I need it," he said.

Which is a philosophy a lot of people could benefit from I guess.

Anyway, it wasn't like Andy never ate candy, Friday nights were usually dedicated to an hour and a half in front of the TV, while we ate chips, candy, cookies or cake along with lemonade or sodas. We didn't go mental stuffing ourselves with the sugary, fattening stuff, but we never worried too much about it either. Fridays marked the end of a long week of work and school and that was something to be celebrated.

This Friday evening after dinner and our TV watching, the boys went to the bathroom and started their bath on their own. I joined them just in time to help them wash their important bits. I had Andy sit on the edge of the tub with his feet still in the water while I washed his nuts and stiff boy boner. I sat on my knees behind him and worked my fingers over his slick nail, bringing him to a trembling kiddy cum before I finally deemed his dicky all clean.

John had sat quietly watching us while I played with my son. When Andy plunked down on his butt at the other end of the tub, John looked up at me.

"Now me?" he asked hopefully.

I nodded and he got up on his feet, nearly slipping in his excitement.

"Careful, Buddy," I said as I grabbed hold of his upper arm to steady him. It wasn't the first time one of the boys had nearly toppled over in the bathtub, and I gave myself a mental spanking for not having bought an anti-slip mat to put in the tub.

John didn't sit on the edge like Andy, he just sort of leaned back against it with the top of his thighs. This gave me an opportunity to play with both his front and rear end at the same time. Since I knew his bowels had to be packed full of crap I didn't stick my finger into his bum, I only massaged the outside of his hole.

Andy seemed tired after his treatment and before I had a chance to finish John off, he scaled the side of the tub and started towelling his lithe body on his own.

"We'll finish this later," I told John.

"Finish what, daddy?"

"I was talking to John, I didn't get to give him the tickles yet."

"Why wait?"

"I want to help you get ready for bed, Tiger."

"I can do that myself. I'm a big boy now," he said and picked up the blow-dryer and began drying his hair with it.

I shrugged my shoulders and focused back on John. Soon he got his tickles too and I helped him dry his body before he sat on the toilet. Andy was about to put on his diaper by himself but before he managed to do so, I swept him off of his feet and parked him on his naked butt on the changing pad.

"Andy, I know you're in a hurry to grow up, but don't stop being a child just yet, please."

"You're weird, daddy."

"I see. Well, then I'm your weird daddy," I told my son before putting the diaper on him. He jumped down from the counter and put his pajamas on himself. Then brushed his teeth while I watched him in the mirror from behind. He was getting the hang of it, but still lacked the fine motor skills required to properly move the brush in the circular motion the dentists insisted was the best way to brush your teeth.

"Wait a second, Tiger."

I had a battery-powered toothbrush with a rotating brush and it was one where I could swap out the brush. I had spare brushes for it, and I found one, put it on the toothbrush and got a bit of the kiddy toothpaste on it.

"Try this one. Since you're all grown up now, maybe it's time for you to stop using a kiddy toothbrush," I said to Andy and handed him the battery-powered toothbrush.

He put it in his mouth and pushed the power button, then burst into giggles. He tried to tell me it tickled while he still had the toothbrush inside his mouth.

"Calm yourself and focus on what you're doing." I told him, "You need to slowly move the brush over all of your teeth, first the front and then back, then on top of them."

John finished his business on the toilet and came over to use the sink too. I moved out of the way and he nudged Andy's side so he'd make room for him. He picked up his own small toothbrush and started brushing his teeth the good old-fashioned way.

"If you wait until Andy's done, you can use the electric toothbrush too, I've more brushes for it," I told John.

He stopped brushing his teeth and stated it was okay, that he didn't like electric ones, then resumed brushing. Andy seemed to be having a lot of fun with the new way of brushing his teeth and I asked him if he was about done. At the tender age of six, he had all of 24 teeth, yet it seemed to take him forever to brush them.

"Almost," he said after removing the still powered on toothbrush from his mouth. A fine spray of foamy toothpaste ended up on the mirror and the faces of both kids before he put it back in his mouth.

"Eeew!," John shrieked and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. He looked at his face in the mirror, "Andy, we just bathed!"

Andy tried hard not to giggle.

He made a move to pull the toothbrush back out of his mouth but I reached in and powered it off before he could add to the mess.

"Enough horsing around, Andy," I told him, "rinse and let me see."

He gargled a bit of water in his mouth and opened it wide after spitting it back out.

"Perfect, Tiger. Now, off to bed. I'll be right there to tuck you in," I said and sent him on his way with a light smack to his diaper-clad bottom.

John finished brushing his teeth and let me have a look at them. He had missed all four of his rearmost teeth which I quickly brushed for him.

"Buddy, I got the plugs for your bum. If you want to start practising, we can do so tonight."

He looked at me a little shyly then nodded his head enthusiastically.

I didn't make him go through a full high-volume enema since he had moved his bowels just minutes earlier. I simply undid the hand-held sprayer from the hose and held the end of the hose up close to his bum hole and filled him with water like that.

It was much quicker since John only had to sit on the edge of the tub with his rear end over it so the excess water wouldn't get all over the bathroom floor. With his bum full of water, he quickly sat on the toilet and pushed it out. I filled him up three times in total and then I helped him wipe down his legs, thighs and bum.

I showed him all of the plugs that would sooner or later find their way into his little bottom and his eyes went wide when he reached for the largest one and explored it with his fingers.

I don't know why boys always seem to focus on the biggest things, be it a dildo, like back with Anthony, or the biggest and meanest roller coasters in amusement parks. Or like John just then, ignoring all of the butt plugs except for the largest.

"No," I answered John's unspoken question, "not that one. It will be a very long time before you'll get that one up your little bum," I said and gently took it from his hand. I replaced it with the smallest, "this is the one you'll sleep with tonight."

I had him stand on Andy's step stool and lean in over the counter. It brought his little plump ass up to a manageable height as well as leave enough room for me to play with his small dicky again. I put the plug on the step stool between his feet and with a lubed up finger, I sought out his sphincter while I spread open his butt cheeks a bit. As I massaged his little opening, I reached for his dicky that had sprung into a firm erection by then.

Yeah, he is a natural born bottom.

I squeezed a little lube onto his dick then went to work on it. I turned the massage of his butt hole into a bit of probing when I heard John start to emit his happy sounds. First one and then, a couple of minutes later, two fingers slowly made their way inside of him.

Just when he reached his peak, I quickly removed my fingers and grabbed the plug. While I still wanked John's dick keeping him happy, I pushed the plug into place in one quick shove. I wasn't worried of hurting John, the girth of the butt plug was less than half of the two fingers that had just been inside him seconds prior.

I don't think he realised the plug was seated inside of him, not until his kiddy orgasm had died down and his sphincter had tightened up around it. I used a bit of toilet paper to wipe off the excess lube and checked if the plug was secure inside of him by tugging a little at the anchor-like base. His sphincter moved a bit outwards with the pull, but when I let go of it, John's ass sucked it right back in.

"There, you're all plugged up for the night now," I told him as I stood up and looked at John's face in the mirror.

"That's it?" He voiced his disappointment.

"That's it."

He hopped off from the stepstool and stopped in the middle of a step.

"I can feel it inside my bum," he told me.

"What does it feel like?"

"Weird."

"You'll get used to it real soon, just try not to poop it out. Even if you probably can poop this one out, you can't do so with the larger plugs."

"I won't. I kinda like it."

He took some more steps around the bathroom then tried to see what it looked like, but at such a bad vantage point he couldn't see anything. Finally, I had to pick him up and hold him in front of the mirror, so he could see it that way.

"Did it go all the way into my bum?" he asked me when he had a look over his shoulder, "I can't see it."

"No, your bum cheeks are hiding it. Check it out now."

I moved my hands and parted his cheeks just enough for him to see the red end sticking out of his butt hole.

"It looks like I'm pooping a really angry turd out." John giggled.

"It does, kind of."

I placed him on his back on the changing pad, then put him into one of Andy's diapers. I made sure it sat very snug on him, that way it would help the plug stay in place and hopefully it would prevent him from reaching into the diaper and remove the plug in his sleep.

"How's that Buddy? Not too tight?" I asked him.

"'S fine. But can I pee like this now?"

"I do believe the primary purpose of a diaper is for someone to pee in it," I said and tried to sound like a scientist.

"I didn't mean it like that," he looked a bit dismayed at me, "I meant, will peeing hurt the thingy? Maybe it'll make the pee go into my bum?"

"Ah! Well, the plug is just that, a plug. Nothing can go in or out of your bum with a plug in it," I explained, "and it's made from silicone, that's a bit like rubber, so pee and poop won't hurt it at all."

"Good."

With that, I helped him into his pajamas and we went into Andy's bedroom. Andy had fallen asleep while John and I had been busy in the bathroom and John climbed into the top bunk quietly. I gave him an extended good night kiss, one that included the use of both our tongues. If it had the same effect on John as it had on me, he went to sleep with one hell of a boner trapped inside the tight diaper he wore.

I gave my sleeping son a good night kiss as well, albeit a lot more chaste, before I turned off his bed lamp and quietly shut the door behind me as I left the room.

***

The next morning I purposely woke earlier than Andy ever had. I wanted to get the plug back out of John's bottom before Andy would be up and around. It sort of went as planned, John woke when I shook his shoulder; he groggily followed me into the bathroom and allowed me to lift him up on the changing pad. Just when I was busy undoing John's diaper, Andy walked from his room into the small hallway and saw us in the bathroom.

"Daddy, why are you up now?" He asked me, then noticed what I was doing.

He didn't really say anything else until he saw me extract the plug from John's butt.

"You slept with that in your butt?"

John just looked at Andy for a second or two, then sheepishly nodded his head up and down.

"Why?" Andy demanded to know.

John shrugged helplessly at Andy then looked at me, like he was seeking my help.

"John just wanted to feel what it's like to have something other than a finger inside his butt," I said.

Well, it wasn't a complete lie, though John wanted my prick in his ass more than the small plug I had just removed from it. I hoped it would settle my son's curiosity, although it would be a miracle if such a simple explanation would suffice.

"That's weird," Andy said, "what's it feel like?"

"Good," John answered.

He refused to elaborate when Andy wanted more information. Just said he should try it for himself, if he wanted to know so much about it, which Andy rejected flat out.

Andy's bum hole would remain a strict one-way street, exit only. Except for when he was sick, at which time he would reluctantly and under much protesting allow me to slip a digital thermometer just inside his sphincter. But only until the thermometer beeped, indicating it had measured the highest obtainable temperature.

That and perhaps a very low-volume enema to deal with a bad constipation.

***

Well, John's secret was out, though Andy never paid it much attention. We changed our bath routine ever so slightly to accommodate me plugging John and still leave enough time for some storytelling before lights out. That way Andy wouldn't fall asleep while waiting for John and I to finish up in the bathroom. I washed John first, then towelled him quickly and thoroughly, before he sat on the toilet. While he pooped, I washed Andy and left him to splash around a bit in the tub while I flushed out John's rectum.

Then I'd towel Andy and have both boys brush their teeth while I blow-dried Andy's hair. Andy would then be diapered first, though not until I had sucked him to orgasm. As he put on his pajamas and went to his bedroom, I'd suck off John while fingering his bum and during his kiddy cum, I'd plug him up. With both boys diapered and in their jammies, we spent fifteen minutes snuggling in the lower bunk while I told stories, before I'd kiss them goodnight.

Both boys were pleased with this arrangement. Andy didn't seem jealous of the time I spent with John, nor the affection I showed his best friend.

***

Six weeks after I first put the baby plug into John, Andy's birthday rolled up. He had begged and pleaded with both me, Michelle, both sets of his grandparents and even asked John's parents for the gift he wanted the most. He just wanted it so bad.

"Please daddy, if you give me that, I'll never ask for anything else in my entire life!"

No, it wasn't a Power Ranger, or any other toy for that matter. It wasn't a new bike either. He wanted a cellphone. According to him, two kids from his class in school had already gotten one. I couldn't see any reason for a seven year-old boy to own a cellphone. My parents thought the same, even they didn't own one. Michelle was sort of drifting between maybe and no.

In the end, her father bought Andy a cellphone. Without telling the rest of us about it.

While Andy and the invited kids were out playing in the yard, most of us adults were having a heated argument in my living room. Andy had unwrapped his gift and saw the phone inside its box. I had, as had everyone else, seen the light in his eyes when he realised what it was. Even though I only wanted Michelle's parents to leave and take the bloody phone with them, it would've hurt Andy far too much to have the best present of his short life taken away from him.

Not to mention the fact it would have driven an even bigger wedge in between Michelle's parents and me. Our relationship still wasn't the best even after more than seven years had passed since I had refused to marry their daughter and mother of my only child.

After everyone left, leaving my house looking like a hurricane had went through it, I sat down with Andy. The phone was still in the box, sitting in front of him on the coffee table.

"Andy," I began and struggled to find the proper words, "Tiger, that thing in the box in front of you isn't a toy."

He looked up at me then looked back at the box again. Said nothing.

"There are rules you will have to obey at all time, before I'll let you have it."

"I'll do everything you want," he said and reached for the box.

I moved it out of his reach before he could grab onto it.

"I'm serious!"

"Dad! Gran got it for me," he whined, then spat out angrily, "It's MINE!"

"Vern bought it for you without asking me first. Now, do you want to hear what the rules are or do you want me to keep this phone safe for you for a year or two?"

"Fine!" Andy sulked, he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Good. First rule, you can only ever call your mom or me on this phone. If you want to call anyone else, you'll have to ask one of us first."

"Aww."

If looks could kill, I would've died right then. Andy didn't like the first rule, not one bit.

"Now, who can you call? And don't say Ghostbusters," I tried to lighten him up a bit.

"You and mom."

The joke flew over his head. We had seen both of the movies along with John while the boys cowered behind pillows at the few scary parts.

"That's right. Second rule, I'm going to set up the phone to block anyone calling it apart from me and your mom. You're not to tamper with that setting."

"Okay," at least he wasn't too upset about that.

"Third rule, when you go to school, the first thing you'll do is turn off the phone, put it in your schoolbag and you will leave it there until after the last bell. Then you can turn it on again. You're never to boast about having a phone to anyone!"

"Damn! That sucks!"

"Andy!" I was appalled, my sweet boy was way too young to use such language.

He didn't apologise to me, just said that he couldn't take out the phone from his schoolbag. I repeated the part about it being powered off during the time in school. Then asked him to tell me all three rules again.

It was something I did in the Guard when issuing orders. I always made sure an order was understood by having the person repeat it in their own words to make sure they knew what I expected them to do. Anyone can behave like a parrot and just rattle off what you've told them.

Andy may only have been seven, but he understood all of the rules for having a cellphone. I made him explain them to me twice, then gave him the okay to break open the box. I half expected him to tear the box to pieces but he treated it like it was as valuable as the phone itself. He was more than a bit miffed when I told him it required a SIM card to work and it was something his idiotic grandfather hadn't thought of. We left it to charge overnight and played with some of his other gifts instead.

He had gotten two Lego Technics sets for his birthday. He was only seven, but he knew how to play with Legos and the normal bricks just weren't appealing to him any more. The instructions for the two new sets were a bit tricky at times, but I helped him when he couldn't figure something out. I would have loved to play with the Legos on my own and found it nearly impossible to only assist Andy.

The next day, after school and work, Andy and I went to get a SIM card for his new phone. Back at home, I configured the phone, this was before smartphones, so it was quickly done and easy to do. I only had to change the pin code to 4444, Andy's favourite number was 4, and then add a couple of entries to the contacts list. After that was done I configured the phone to only allow known contacts to be able to call it. There wasn't an option to limit outgoing calls to only contacts, which meant I would simply have to trust my son not to.

That done, I handed it over to Andy. He immediately called his mom and talked to her for about ten minutes. Well, they had a real conversation for the first couple of minutes, then it turned into "I'm doing this now, what are you doing?" questions.

"Oh okay. Bye mom, see you on Friday," Andy said and pressed the button to end the call.

I think Michelle had finally gotten frustrated with the lack of conversation and told Andy to get lost. Possibly in a more polite way, but in a way he understood. At least, he didn't call me, we were both in the same house after all.

***

"Daddy, do you love John?"

We were having dinner and Andy asked me the question out of the blue.

"Hmm, let me think."

I did that for a minute or so, then made up my mind.

"No, I don't love John. I like him a whole lot, but I don't love him, not like I love you, Tiger."

"You tell him you love him when you tuck him in."

"I do?" I asked.

Have I really done that?

"Uh-huh, the last three or four times he slept over I heard you whisper that you love him."

Crap! He's right. I have told him so.

"Well, Tiger. I think I love him like a special friend."

"Does that mean you don't love me anymore?"

Andy sounded truly hurt. I put down the fork I had in my hand and looked into my son's eyes.

"Andy, you are my son, I'll always love you. More than anyone or anything in the whole wide world."

"But you love John too?" He asked and looked puzzled.

"I love a lot of people, Andy. I love my parents, I love John, and I love you! I even love Michelle for giving birth to you. Love can mean a lot of different things, you know? I bet you love John, too, am I right?"

Andy said he did.

"And, you love your mom too?"

"Yes!"

"Do you love me?"

"Daddy! You know I love you."

"See? I bet you love lots of people, just like I do."

I had to stop him from naming all the people he loved when he mentioned the driver of his school bus. I was worried he'd list everyone he had ever talked to. I tried to explain the difference between unconditional and conditional love. It wasn't easy to explain at all. Particularly because I hadn't had a lot of romantic relationships in my life.

I thought I had succeeded in explaining him what it all meant, at least until he later the same evening asked me if I'd love him more if he let me stick my finger or the red thing up his butt. Like I did to John.

"Andy, my son. There's nothing you could possibly do to make me love you more. I already love you with all my heart and soul. It doesn't change anything for me whether you let me play with your bum or not. Your body is yours and yours alone. You and only you decide what you want to happen to it. Well, unless I say otherwise. So, yes, you're still going to get vaccinated and such when needed."

I added the last bits, as I knew just how much Andy hated needles. However, I wanted him to understand it's okay to have limits. That he could, and in fact should, just say no if he didn't want to do something. And I meant it. Though I'd be thrilled to do things to Andy's bum hole, I respected and cared so much for him, that I wouldn't lose any sleep over not ever having had my finger or anything else inside that part of my son's body.

It also concluded Andy's fifteen minutes of quiet time with me before lights out that night. I kissed him goodnight and left his room.

Chapter 30
John gets to be a soldier

"Teddy, would you mind watching John from Thursday after school to Monday morning?" Cheryl asked me, "I know it's a lot to ask. And since it's on such short notice I'll understand if you have other plans."

It was late Monday afternoon when she rang the doorbell wanting to know if I'd look after John. Believe it or not, I actually had plans I couldn't back out of, at least for most of the Saturday anyway. I had to take my squad to the shooting range. It was the last chance we had for practising as a squad before we dwindled down for the summer. It was mostly for 'fun' since Denmark didn't have any enemies that would try to launch a land invasion on us. That had in all practicality ended when the iron curtain fell.

Most of what we did was lending the police a hand directing traffic, help guarding crime scenes or buildings that had been razed by fires. We also assisted the army and navy when they needed an opposing force for their exercises. However, the Home Guard was a part of the armed forces, even if we were all volunteers, and as such, we still had to know which end of the issued rifle was the dangerous one.

This particular Saturday my platoon, along with platoons from other companies in our district, would compete for the yearly trophies. A competition which my platoon, without bragging, usually won without having to do much. It was only a matter of proper training and my company had the option to use a firing range twice a month to keep up our skills. I wasn't the best rifleman in my company, as my primary function was to lead men, not to shoot my rifle. If I ever were to fire my rifle in combat, something would've had to go seriously wrong beforehand.

But, I couldn't leave my men hanging like that, I loved every bit of time I spent in the wild with them.

Cheryl waited for my answer to her plea. She seemed a little nervous for what I'd say as she kept fidgeting with her hands.

"Cheryl, I'm not sure I can. I'm going to be with the Guard most of Saturday, from early morning to around 8 or 9 in the evening. Besides, Andy won't be here, he's going to Michelle's house on Friday after school."

"I know about Andy, I, uh, I asked Michelle first. But, she's spending the weekend away with Hank and they're taking Andy with them. They couldn't change their reservation at the hotel for a bigger room, otherwise they would've been happy to bring John with them. I won't mind him spending time with you alone."

Hank!

Now, Hank was the current guy fucking Michelle. Though, it seemed like they were doing far more than just fuck, if they were going to spend a weekend at a hotel and would take Andy along.

They had better leave Andy out of their bed activities! Hah, he'd die from shame if he ever saw his mom getting nailed by a guy.

Andy knew how babies were made, as I had explained the process to him when he asked how he came to be, but he found it disgusting that a man would put his penis in a woman's vagina. I think it was much the same way I thought when I was his age. Strange, how one sexual activity could be so gross, when another, not so different activity done with someone of your own gender was perfectly okay.

"It still leaves Saturday as a problem, even if I were to agree to watch John over the weekend," I told Cheryl.

"You always claim there aren't any problems, only challenges."

Argh! she's using my own words against me.

"John could just sit in your car while you do your thing?" She had the nerve to suggest.

"You must be out of your mind, Cheryl! I'm not leaving a child in my car for hours on end without supervision. No, that is out of the question."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to think of a solution."

"Why is it so important I watch John, anyway? What about Jane?"

"Oh, Jane will go to my parents' house, but John doesn't like being there. My parents aren't too keen on having him either, they say he's always up to trouble when he's there."

Now, that was hard to believe. I never saw John as a troublemaker. Quite the opposite in fact. He was always trying very hard to please me and Andy when he was at my house. Maybe it was because he never really got bored while he was at my house.

"Okay, so what are you and Lyle doing for the weekend?"

"Lyle is going to an automotive exhibition in Hamburg and he asked me if I wanted to go with him. It'll most likely be the only kind of vacation we'll be getting this year."

"John would be bored to tears if he had to tag along with you. I'll have to ask my commander if I can bring him on Saturday. I've really no clue whatsoever of what he'll say though. If he says yes, then I'll watch John for you."

"Oh thank you so much, Teddy. I'm starting to understand why John likes you so much."

If only you knew half of it, I'm sure you wouldn't be so grateful.

"Don't thank me yet. Let me call him first."

My commander was in his car on the way home from work when I reached him on the phone. He didn't need much time to consider my request, just told me straight away to bring the kid. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to me, now that I think about it. A lot of people in the Guard have families, my commander included. He knew exactly how hard it was to fit everything into a busy schedule of family, work and the Guard. I knew I was far better off than most of the others, at least I only had to worry about Andy half of the time.

Okay, it wasn't like I enjoyed having to live without Andy every other week. The house, indeed my life, felt so empty whenever he wasn't around. There were nights when I'd go to sleep in his bed because I missed him. The scent of him on his pillow calmed me enough to fall asleep.

"Okay, first obstacle cleared," I told a very happy Cheryl.

She hugged me and said she'd find a way to repay my huge favour. Andy poked his head out from his room where he had been doing his homework to find out what the commotion was all about.

Not like kids in preschool have a lot of homework, but I made sure he did all of what there was. I didn't want him to end up like me, struggling in school and end up having to learn everything the real hard way. I'd check when he thought he was done and if it wasn't correct, I'd help him understand where he made mistakes.

He lit up when he learned John was going to spend the night from Thursday to Friday. Then quieted right back down when I told him it was a school night and there'd be no changes in any routines just because John would be here. Not for the boys anyway. I'd have to skip my Friday after-work-beer with the guys from work, since I had to make it home early that Friday waiting for John to arrive from school.

Thursday turned up quicker than expected and with it came John on his bike. He had graduated from the school bus to riding his bike to and from school. It wasn't very far at all, but the kids had to cross a somewhat busy intersection to get there. Because of that, preschoolers rode on the school bus, if they weren't followed by a parent or older sibling to school. During preschool, they'd learn how to pass the intersection and eventually ride a bike in traffic.

John arrived at my house twenty minutes earlier than the bus dropped off Andy. We talked about what had happened at school and I asked him if he had any homework for the next day. John only had a bit of maths to do, which he did with Andy while they had an afternoon snack. After I checked their assignments were completed, they were ready to play.

That's when I reminded Andy he had to load the washer with our dirty clothes. I know, chores suck and kids should be allowed to be kids for as long as possible.

Andy's chores were quite simple and quickly done, something that would change over the years as he grew older and was able to do more. Loading the washer was about the simplest thing he had to do when he was seven. The clothes were already sorted, white(ish) clothes in one hamper and coloured clothes in another. I had already put in the right amount of detergent and fabric softener and selected the correct program; all he had to do was move the clothes from the hamper into the machine, close the door and push one button.

I could've done it myself, it would've been quicker too I bet. But, if doing something simple like that would help Andy evolve into being a responsible kid, and later grown-up, then he bloody well had to. He also had to move the clothes from the washer into the tumble dryer. Again I had pre-set the machine, I'd hate for our clothes to shrink to baby sizes. Andy loaded the machine without much fussing and when he had finished, he happily crossed out the task on the whiteboard with the list of his tasks for the week.

After dinner, John and Andy spent some time picking up Andy's bedroom, then hoovered the carpeted floor. I gave them a quick bath while ignoring their small erections, however tempting it was to play with them, as they needed to be in bed with lights out at 8:45 PM. Any later and Andy would be downright impossible in the morning. Having two boys to get ready for school and only one of me, I didn't need any further challenges.

I threatened them with serious and dire consequences if they didn't immediately shut their eyes and went to sleep.

It seemed to work as when I later checked in on them, both of them were sleeping. I spent a little time just enjoying the sight and sound of the sleeping kids, one of my favourite times of being a parent. Parenthood could have been so much worse, based on the horror stories I heard other parents at work and in the Guard tell. Andy could be a handful at times, especially when he went into his stubborn mode, but he never really got into tantrums, not then.

***

I remember one time in a big hybrid market when Andy threw a fit because he wanted a bag of candy. He was about four years old at the time. It was pretty late in the afternoon and both he and I were tired. First I had tried to make him put the candy back where he had found it, but he wouldn't. When I finally managed to dig it free from his claw-like clutches he started wailing like a siren. Briefly I thought of giving in as the bag of candy didn't cost much and it seemed like such a little thing.

I felt like everybody in the store looked accusingly at us, probably thinking I was a bad parent and Andy was a spoiled little brat and it would have been so easy to just give him what he wanted. I'm sure it would have quieted him right down and made the rest of our shopping a bit more cheerful. However, what would happen the next time he found something he desperately wanted? Something that wasn't just a couple of bucks, something maybe much too expensive for me to get him.

Since I didn't know where he had gotten the bag of candy from, I put it on the shelf right next to where we were, and Andy went into the cart, it had a seat for toddlers to sit. This didn't stop him from crying, if anything, it only made it worse. He didn't want to be stuck there in the cart, but he couldn't get out on his own and he started hitting the handlebar in front of him. Grabbing his hands I started talking to him. It took some time before he finally shut up for long enough to hear what I told him.

Five minutes later he was happily however tiredly munching on a banana, still confined to the toddler seat in the cart. Similar episodes occurred every now and then, but slowly he learned that he couldn't have everything he wanted.

I suppose it's one of the reasons he saved whatever money he could scrounge up, that one day he'd go and buy exactly whatever it was he wanted without anyone being able to tell him no. I just hoped he'd listen to reason when that day would come.

***

The boys were sleeping and it didn't take me much more than an hour to follow them into the land of nod. Friday began like planned, both boys got out of bed at 7 AM, half an hour later than myself. John did his morning business in the bathroom on his own and I made short process of liberating Andy from his diaper. They had breakfast while I prepared their lunches, then helped them brush their teeth and comb/brush their hair.

We all left the house at 7:50 AM, John on his bike, Andy on the school bus and finally I got in my car. Which flat out refused to start. The battery was fine, the fuel gauge indicated more than half a tank of gas, but the bloody engine still wouldn't fire up. Lyle was, as you may remember, out of town, and he was the guy I'd normally ask for advice in cases like this. I had a roadside assistance subscription and I had to call them.

I was told they'd come to help as soon as they could, but the person I talked to on the phone had no idea of when that just might be. I called my boss who was none too pleased about me missing the weekly department meeting we always had on Fridays. He knew I couldn't possibly get there in time unless I took a taxi. Which he after all didn't want to pay for and he couldn't order me to spend my own money on one.

I ended up participating in the meeting by phone, but was interrupted when the mechanic finally arrived to have a look at my car. The fuel filter underneath the car had packed up, he didn't have one with him, though he went and bought one for me. I only had to pay for the cost of the filter, everything else was covered by my subscription. The meeting had by then finished and my boss, now back to behaving a little more human-like, told me to just take the rest of the day off.

I had plenty of overtime to cover for the missed day anyway. He was a bit shocked to hear just how much overtime I had, it apparently was against the rules but an exception was made. He didn't want to take money out of his somewhat tight budget to pay for the extra hours, something I wasn't interested in anyway. I would have to work less hours until I was back within the limit again. It truly sucked for me, as there just weren't anyone to take over some of the things I did at work.

I simply had to work faster, which for a guy working for the government is, or at least ought to be, a crime.

I spent some of the free time I suddenly had been given on sorting out my uniform, gear and rifle; I made sure everything was in order for the following day. Then went and mowed the lawn and pulled weeds. Nothing I particularly enjoy doing, but I want my garden to look at least somewhat well-kept. As it was, I was pretty much just trying to pass time until John would return from school. Andy would go straight to his mom's house after he was released from the after-school care centre.

***

When John arrived, we sat and had a snack while we talked. He saw my gear laying ready on the living room floor and his eyes sparkled. Then he saw my rifle. Well, the parts which once put back together would be my rifle. I had greased all of them in break-free gun oil and allowed them to soak for a while.

"Is that your gun?" He asked.

"It sure is, Buddy."

"Is it real?"

"Yes, it isn't a toy gun, it's an AR-15. A fully automatic rifle," I said while trying to make it sound impressing to him.

"Can I touch it?"

"You can help me assemble it."

"COOL!"

Right, before you now go all ape-shit on me, the rifle was safe. It isn't like I let John fire it out in my backyard or anything. I didn't have any ammunition for it at home. We only sat on the floor and wiped the oil off the parts and when they were clean and we were quite messy, I told him how to put them all together. Then told him how to pull back the bolt so he could pull the trigger to a very satisfying loud click. Well, I had to pull back the bolt for him as he lacked the strength to do so. I removed the bolt from the rifle and locked both inside my gun safe.

I helped him scrub his hands and forearms clean of the oil and then he wanted to check out the rest of my gear. He put on my harness and belt which were way too big for him. The belt was hanging like a loop around his knees and the various bags fitted to it nearly touched the floor. I had to take a picture of him standing like that, he was simply put too damned cute to pass up on the opportunity. We watched TV and had cheeseburgers for dinner, followed by a little more TV watching.

***

I asked John if he wanted me to give him a bath and he accepted, kind of.

"Only if I can wash you too," he told me.

We took turns washing the different parts of our bodies. I'd wash his chest, he'd wash mine. His right arm next, my right arm. He mimicked me all through the various body parts, right down to the naughty bits. Which I'm happy to say we spent a long time making sure were washed well. Even my asshole got cleaned by one of his probing fingers, which was much more than I did to his. I didn't stop him, though. When we were done, he hopped onto the throne and had his evening bowel movement.

"Do you want to practice tonight?" I asked him while he sat on the toilet.

He knew exactly what I was thinking and nodded his head, "do it like the first time?"

"Okay. I think you're ready to be upgraded."

"What?"

"You're ready for the next size plug."

"Oh," he didn't look or sound too comfortable with the idea.

"Don't worry, I'll start out with the smallest, then when you're good and ready the next one will slide right in."

He still didn't look convinced. The bigger plug wasn't overly large but still considerably larger than the one he had gotten used to slipping into him by then.

"Do you trust me, Buddy?"

"Uh-huh."

"You know I'd never do anything that would really hurt you?"

He nodded, "Uh-huh."

"Okay, then. It'll probably be slightly uncomfortable when the widest part of the bigger plug goes into your bum. But once it's in, it'll feel pretty much the same as the first one."

"'kay."

With that said, he presented his bum to me to have it filled with water. When he was flushed out, he went up on the stepstool in front of the sink and the mirror and pushed back his bum towards me. I slicked it up with lube and made sure to spread it on his anus and also on a bit of the skin next to it, I didn't want the plug to be able to touch any skin that wasn't lubricated. Grabbing the smallest plug I pushed it gently at his sphincter and gave the muscle time to relax.

While I did that, I began stroking his dicky and slid my fingers over his firm ball sack. It still looked a bit out of proportion to the rest of his body, like his balls had gotten a head start towards puberty. John was still shy of his eight years birthday and he was nowhere near entering puberty. The balls just looked massive on the boy, like you sometimes see on newborn boys. When he started purring from my attention to his private bits, I pushed harder on the plug.

It slid further inside of John and spread his anus wider around the ever thickening stalk of the plug. As I felt it starting to be sucked in by John's muscle, I pulled back on it. I needed his sphincter to adjust to the widest part, not for it to swallow the plug and close up behind it. I kept moving the widest part in and out of his hole for a few minutes until the motion was quite effortless.

"I'm about to take this one out and put in the bigger one. Try to keep your bum hole relaxed, okay?"

He looked at me in the mirror and nodded, before he once again submitted to the feelings he was experiencing.

If you've never seen a boy lost in pleasure, I can only provide a very poor description of it. John had a look of deep relaxation on his face, every now and then interrupted by a frown or a slight smile. His cheeks were a bit red, while most of his ears were flaming red. He looked almost feverish, but the fever running through his body was caused by the powerful feelings glowing from his midsection.

Hoping he was able to stay relaxed I gently eased the plug out of his by then not-so-tight sphincter. I swapped it for the bigger one, I had already prepared it with lube. As it made contact with the skin, I saw John momentarily tighten his sphincter. He bore down and forced it to open back up and I pushed in the plug about 2 cm [0.8"] into his hole. Just enough for it to breach through. These first 2 cm were about as wide as the first plug's widest part.

I could've pushed all of the plug inside John right then but I didn't want him to feel any pain at all. Instead I took my time, eased it in and out of him little by little. When there was only a little bit left to go before the widest part would enter him, I changed my grip on his dicky. I held it firmer, my stroking got more intense and I brought him ever closer to his kiddy orgasm. John started breathing harder, his quiet moans got louder, shorter and with less time in between.

Like I had done the first time, as soon as I felt the orgasm start to sweep through his body, I plunged the plug the rest of the way into his bum. John let out a little shriek as the plug went in, but his orgasm diverted his mind from any of the pain he might have felt. I firmly pushed on the plug inside his hole, the two anchor-like taps of the base sat lowest in the valley between his butt cheeks. I kept my fingers on the plug to make sure his anus would hold it securely inside his butt.

While I held onto the plug, I tenderly stroked John's butt cheeks and placed small kisses all over his lower back. When I was certain the plug was safely anchored inside John, I stood up and hugged him from behind.

"How does it feel?"

"Big! It hurt when you stuck it all the way in."

"Did it hurt much?"

"Kinda."

"I'm sorry. Are you okay now?"

"Uh-huh. Let me down."

He hopped off the stepstool. Then walked around carefully at first, then with more confidence.

"I can feel it touching the thing inside my bum."

"What does it feel like?"

"Strange. Funny. Better than the first one."

"Great. Think you can fall asleep with it inside?"

He actually let out a yawn before saying that he wasn't sure but nevertheless wanted to try. I wrapped him in a diaper again, upon his request, then allowed him to sleep with me in my bed. It probably wasn't the best idea I could have gotten, but I had forgotten all about how the boys slept at night. The sensation of having something in his bum probably didn't help either. Even though John squirmed a lot in his sleep, I managed to pass out as well.

***

If the night had been sort of bad, the following morning was everything but. I woke up to the feeling of John slobbering all over my dick under the covers. I'm not sure how he had gotten me to turn onto my back, but it was the position I found myself in. John was on his knees, his diaper-clad butt protruding out from the thin duvet. Lifting the duvet I had a look inside.

"Morning Buddy."

Disengaging from my dick, he looked at me and smiled, "Hi," he greeted me before sucking the head of my dick back inside his mouth.

If I had any doubts before, right then I knew who had been teaching Andy to suck cock. Even with a bladder that was wanting relief, I had a hard-on and was well on my way towards orgasm. John pulled back my foreskin and used his tongue to lick firmly at my glans.

All of a sudden my clock radio blared out with its annoying klaxon alarm. I got a bit of a scare as did John, but he continued to suck me as soon as I turned off the alarm.

We still had plenty of time, I had set the alarm to wake me an hour earlier than needed just to be able to hit the snooze button a couple of times before getting out of bed for real. If given the choice, I'd much prefer to be awakened by someone giving me a blowjob rather than to the alarm from the clock radio.

Maybe I should add that to the list of Andy's chores.

Alas, it would be hard to explain why there was such an entry on the board of chores. Besides, sex should only ever be for pleasure and fun, not a job.

In the end, I decided to speed up my orgasm by jerking off while John did what he could to lick and nibble at my exposed dick head. When I came, he nursed from my dick and swallowed every last drop I had pumped out. Then moved up so he could kiss me. His mouth tasted like my cum, but I suppose it's beats morning breath. Upon feeling up his diaper I could tell he had wet it.

"I peed in it before I went to sleep," he informed me with a slight blush.

"That's what diapers are for, my friend. Did you go this morning?"

He shook his head. So I told him to go ahead and pee. I left my hand on top of the diaper right where his dicky had to be. He made a slight hissing sound and I could actually feel the diaper expand a little as it absorbed the pee while John emptied his bladder. It took a few minutes for the warmth of the freshly added pee to spread to the surface and that was when I decided to get out of bed.

I seriously needed a pee of my own by that time. We went to the bathroom and I pissed into the toilet, then hefted John up on the counter. I cleaned his diaper area with a damp washcloth, but when I reached for the plug John surprised me.

"Can I keep it in?" he asked.

"John, we're going to be outside for the entire day, there are no private places where we can go to remove the plug. I'm not sure it's such a good idea."

There were a couple of toilets at the shooting range, but they were truly horrific to use. I've only had to use one of them once and I made damn sure never to put myself in a situation where I'd have to do that again. They were of the composting type, basically an upgraded latrine. I won't describe the foul stench that you'd experience inside one of those toilets. Suffice to say, I'd rather dig a hole in the ground and take a dump into that than go into the toilets.

There were also sheds for materials such as targets and monitors for the electronic scoring systems, but the place would literally be swamped by uniformed men and women. I suppose if I really had to, I could think up an excuse to get in the car and drive to a secluded spot where we could remove the plug. But it was only if John would get extremely uncomfortable I'd do that.

"If we leave the house with the plug still in your bum, it's not coming out until we get back here. That won't be until 9 or 10 tonight."

"Okay."

"You can't say anything about having the plug up your ass. Not to me, not to anyone. Understand?"

He nodded. And nodded again when I told him he couldn't ever reach back to adjust it at any time either. He got down on the floor and I had him move around, even had him skip around in the living room. I wanted to see if the plug could work itself out as he went about. It still sat tight in his butt when I tugged on it afterwards. I asked him to put on his clothes and then checked from every angle if there was anything that looked remotely out of order.

Fortunately his mom had gotten him some blue jeans to grow into, they sat somewhat loosely on the boy and he had to wear a belt with them, otherwise they'd just slip down on their own. Tennis socks, trainers and a t-shirt completed his outfit for the day. I had him bring a jumper and his jacket, just in case.

As for myself, I put on knee socks, a pair of boxer tights, an olive-green t-shirt, a rather long olive-green long-sleeved shirt and the camouflaged BDU pants and jacket. I had rain clothes in one of the bags on the webbing as well as a wind-breaker in one of the many pockets in the pants. All geared up, I think I carried an extra weight of about 12 kilos [c. 25 lbs], on top of that came the rifle, ammunition and the helmet. Though I had to wait until I was at the range to get the ammunition.

John strapped himself into the back seat sitting on Andy's booster seat while I put the rifle, helmet and webbing in the back of the car. We had about two hours of driving before we'd arrive at the range which we spent listening to the radio and chatting. Well, the chatting stopped kind of abruptly when John fell asleep about halfway through the drive. I woke him with about ten minutes left to go.

"John, when we get there, you won't be able to tag along with me, you know that right?"

"Yeah."

"There are two very friendly guys who will look after you while I do what I have to. I want you to listen to them and do everything they ask you to. No fussing or talking back to them. Got it?"

"I'll be good."

"That's all I want from you. Now, and this is important, I do not want you to walk around on your own. Wherever you go, always, and I mean always, have one of the two guys with you. People will be firing all sort of weapons and throwing grenades and they can kill. If you don't know where you're going, you might walk into an area where it can get real dangerous."

"Okay, Teddy."

"If I'm told you've not been on your very best behaviour, I will spank your bare bottom for a very long time when we get home and then I'll never take you to something like this again."

John gulped and looked quite scared of what I told him would happen.

***

Trust me, I didn't feel any joy expressing those words, but I wouldn't have hesitated in beating his little ass to a pulp if he wandered off on his own. The range we were headed for, wasn't just one range, it was a 17 by 2 km [c. 10 by 1 miles] stretch of land owned by the military. There were some permanent firing ranges there, but primarily it was an area where instructors could set up their own ranges using a variety of different scenery.

As there was no real way of telling where people would be shooting, unless you had the map of the day and knew how to read it, you could very easily walk into an area that looked perfectly safe, only to suddenly hear bullets come flying over your head. So, if I scared John a little that morning, I didn't do so for the fun of it. If it meant he'd pay more attention to what the guys told him, it was well worth it. Besides I had already talked to one of them and I knew some of the things they had in store for him. He'd have one hell of a fun time during the day.

***

I pulled up in the parking lot and as always there was a bit of confusion with so many people wearing the same clothes. We were at least 250 men and women in uniform, a lot of them I recognized, some I had taught, others had attended the same courses as myself. I stopped to exchange pleasantries with some of them and they said hi to John. He seemed a bit overwhelmed and held on tight to my hand.

If he lost sight of me, it would have taken him forever to find me again in this small sea of people who all looked exactly the same from a distance of 15 meters [c. 50 ft]. I made my way through to where my platoon had been ordered to assemble. There I found the two supply guys from my company. They were there to make everything work smoothly behind the scenes and they were also to be John's babysitters for the day.

I introduced them to John and hunched down in front of the boy.

"Remember what I said, Buddy. And don't forget to have fun too," I said and gave him a hug. I straightened back up and let the guys know that he hadn't had breakfast yet.

Apart from a small dose of proteins sucked right out of my prick.

They told me not to worry and I left them to go join my squad. Most of the guys were there, which was a welcomed surprise. We were supposed to be ten guys in a squad, and we were ten in mine, at least on paper. Most of the time I was lucky if six showed up to our biweekly meetings. This time we only missed the anti-tank helper, but we weren't expecting to be going up against armoured vehicles anyway. We talked for about 10 minutes until we heard a loud whistle blow.

After every one of us had lined up in the standard and formal formation, we were welcomed by the commanding officer of our district. I ignored most of what he had to say, he was a colonel and would normally never leave the comforts of his office to go anywhere that might dirty his polished shoes. He fortunately stopped talking quickly and passed the command back to the platoon leaders.

Our lieutenant, the platoon leader, dismissed the platoon. Then straight away he ordered the three squad leaders to come to him. He just told me and my two colleagues he was summoned to receive orders for the day and left me in command of the platoon while he was absent. He took off and I told the other two sergeants to ready their men (and women) for battle and that they had 40 minutes to do so.

They both knew exactly what to do, so I didn't elaborate my order. It meant everyone should've eaten breakfast, their weapons should be assembled and controlled; their gear had to be in order, all pockets closed and so on. Basically, 40 minutes later everybody were to be able to move out with very short notice. I went and got my corporal busy doing just that and left him in charge of the squad. I went to quickly check up on John, but I could see he was busy as well.

I didn't want to interrupt and I went back to my squad and got my own weapon ready. The corporal was busy getting the squad prepared for battle, using the little pamphlet all of us NCOs had a copy of. We both knew it by heart but still followed it religiously. One of the supply team members came over and asked me to send a couple of guys over to him from each squad. It was time for us to pick up our goodies. When the men returned they had a couple of cases of ammunition, 5.56 for the AR-15s and one case of 7.62 for our machine gun.

They also brought food rations and a few other bits and pieces like our battle makeup. I quickly ate enough to satisfy my hunger and just a bit more, not knowing when I'd be able to eat again. After that, I put on my makeup, covered every last bit of exposed skin in green, black and brown colors. It was always a bitch to remove again and it itched when you worked up a sweat. As the squad leader however, I was a role model to my men and couldn't very well complain or refuse to wear it.

***

When the allotted time had passed, the two other sergeants came and informed me they were ready to go. My own squad was just wrapping up as well and now we only needed the lieutenant. He was however nowhere in sight and I put the platoon on a five minute readiness alert. I lit up a cigarette and sat with my men. They were quite worked up, ready to go and fire their weapons. Nothing out of the ordinary and I was itching to get started too.

The lieutenant finally showed up with a lot of information but nowhere near ready to go into battle himself. He gave me my orders for the first event of the day, pointed out on the map where the range started and how to get there. We had to hustle as they were already waiting for us. I got a brief lay down of the scenario, it was quite simple fortunately. The first event for us was a reaction test.

We had to move from A to B, through terrain and just shoot at any targets we might spot along the way. Once I had my orders, I quickly assembled my squad, gave the map to my scout who located the landmarks he could use along the route to get to the range. While he did that, I informed the rest of the group of our objectives and in what formation I wanted the squad. To get to the start of the range, we'd just move single file with some distance between each buddy team and a smaller distance between each buddy.

That set, we quickly moved out.

***

I'm not going to bore you with all of the details of the shooting nor the tactics we used. We did quite well, though. My machine gunner got the trophy for most hits, unfortunately we didn't get the best marksman trophy, only ending up in second place for that. At around 1 PM we were ordered to return to where we had started out from, then given a two hours break when we arrived. Most of the guys welcomed it as the morning had really been stressful with scarcely any breaks at all.

I left my squad with the corporal, told him to get some rest himself, then went searching for John. I found him behind the truck our supply guys had driven. He was being drilled by one of them and I could see both of them had a lot of fun. Kevin, the supply sergeant and a good friend of mine, showed the proper moves and John would then attempt to do them afterwards.

When I approached, Kevin ordered John to halt and then turn to his left. John saw me and smiled big at me.

Kevin told him to keep his eyes front as he was standing at attention. John quickly did so and was dismissed. He came running over to me and hugged me around my waist when he got close enough.

"Are you having fun, Buddy?" I asked the top of his head.

"Yeah, it's super fun."

I asked Kevin if John had behaved himself and he confirmed that. Then I asked about lunch and Kevin looked sheepishly at me.

"Damn, Teddy. I completely forgot."

"Well, no harm done. Do you have a ration for him?"

Kevin quickly procured an unopened ration and handed it to John.

"I'll bring him back after our break, okay?" I asked Kevin and thanked him for keeping an eye on John.

"It's quite alright, he's a fun chap."

I took John to where my squad was resting. The guys were sitting or lying in the long grass in the welcomed shade from some high trees. Most had shucked off their jackets trying to cool off a little. It was against the standard operating procedures but since we were officially at rest I let it go. In fact I took off my own jacket and the shirt soon followed it. We had only moved about 6 km [c. 4 miles] on foot that morning, but it had been a mix of running, crawling and walking.

I sat down in the centre of my men, they had formed a circle, I'm not sure if they had done so on their own, or if my corporal had gotten them to do it, but I was impressed nonetheless. John asked me why they were positioned like that.

"Well, whenever we're out in the field like this and we aren't sure if there are any bad guys out there, we always protect ourselves. See, all of them have their own little area to watch, so no one would be able to sneak up on us."

"Are there bad guys here?"

"No, not right now. However if we always sit or lie like this, then when and if we really have to do it, everyone knows what to do and won't forget to do it."

"You pay attention to what the sarge says. He knows what he's talking about, little guy," one of my men said.

He talked without moving his eyes from his designated area. It was nice to hear that coming from him, as he had been in the army. He had also been on international missions before joining the Guard. He didn't always seem to approve of me being the one in charge, as I didn't have the same experience as him, so hearing those words from him meant a lot to me.

I told John to get something to eat and he tore open one of the two boxes holding his ration. Then he picked up the cheap plastic toothbrush that was on top of everything else in the cardboard box and studied the cellophane-wrapped thing.

"You can't eat that, Buddy."

"I know. What's it doing in the box?"

"We can't bring a lot of stuff of our own into the field with us. So essentially there's everything you need to be able to survive for twenty-four hours in those two boxes. Well, you'll need water and ammunition too, but other than that, everything is in there."

He shifted through the stuff and found a small sponge. Which was for cleaning the silverware my corporal informed John.

"Let's start cooking our lunch then we can look at what else there's in the boxes," I told John.

The new rations we had been issued contained ready-to-eat meals, complete with chemicals to heat the stuff. We were lucky this time as the meals were chilli con carne with rice. Something I knew John enjoyed very much. I showed him how to place the bags with the chilli and rice into a slightly larger bag. He then poured water into the bag and closed it tight. I did the same with my own and put both of the bags inside my jacket laying on the ground.

"They'll be nice and hot in about fifteen minutes," I said to John.

I then went about explaining what all the other items in our rations were. Some he knew, like the little chocolate bar. Protein bars and fruit bars were unknown but still sampled. The coffee mix and teabag were discarded as uninteresting like the canned mackerel in tomato. He had a brief look at the bag of dehydrated oatmeal and fruit pieces. He made a sour face at it and he hadn't even been forced to eat that stuff. I've tried it twice and I sure don't like it.

As far as I know, oatmeal isn't supposed to be crunchy.

When we had gone through both boxes he asked if that was all.

"Yeah, it sure isn't McDonald's, kid," another of my men laughed.

We ate our chilli con carne which John enjoyed though it was a bit too spicy for his young taste buds. He survived it however by drinking lots of water with it. He nearly emptied my canteen on his own, but that was okay. I smoked a cigarette, then rested my head on my webbing, put my jungle hat over my eyes and had a catnap.

***

When I sat up half an hour later John was smiling at me. But he was no longer the sweet boy who had been in the car with me that morning.

"Oh! GUYS! You did not do that!"

"He wanted to look just like us," my corporal said.

"And now he does. Any volunteers for getting it off his face later?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" I said when there were no volunteers.

John looked like a miniature version of Rambo. His face was absolutely covered in camouflage paint. Not one spot was the usual pink shade. Not even around his eyes.

"Buddy, you will cry tonight," I said shaking my head at him.

"I won't cry!" he objected.

***

But he did. The only way to get that muck off your face is to cover it with shampoo then scrub it vigorously with a wet washcloth. The shampoo will get into your eyes and it stings. Short of letting it sit there and walk around looking like a cheap whore wearing a ton of eyeliner, it's the only way to remove it. I removed it as carefully as I could, but he still cried a river. Apart from that, he told me it had been one of the best days of his life.

Getting the plug back out of John's little bum proved difficult. It was designed to go in relatively smoothly and be hard to get out. Which it sure was, I had to pull on the taps, none too gently either, while John strained the best he could to poop it out. He took a couple of breaks while I kept tugging at the plug and finally it literally popped out of his bum hole. He gasped loudly as it vacated his body.

I gave him three enemas afterwards, the last of which was a fairly high-volume one. I didn't want him to get constipated from having had a plug inside of him for nearly 24 hours.

"It feels kinda empty back there now," he told me after the third enema had finished coming back out of him.

"Hmm, Buddy. If you want to, we could try the real thing now?"

He looked at me, seemingly considering my offer.

Chapter 31
John gets punished

John was thinking hard, I could tell from his expression. I knew he wanted to be fucked. After all, that was the reason for him getting plugged for the night when he slept over at my house. The plan, I had made him agree to, was to wait for his eight birthday. Then, I'd fuck him as my gift to him. I had deviated from that plan, as had he, when he wanted to be plugged for an entire day. It had only been the second smallest plug, but it had almost the same girth as my cock, at least the widest part of the plug.

"No," John finally said.

"No? Really?"

"Uh-huh. I don't wanna tonight."

"Okay, Buddy. Whenever you want to, just ask."

John looked relieved, but also very tired. His face was a bit red from where I had scrubbed it to remove the camouflage paint, the battle makeup. He had been crying too when the shampoo got into his eyes and when I wouldn't let up on the scrubbing. I had to be the tough one, telling him if he was old enough to play, he was old enough to pay. I shed some tears of my own, both when I removed his face paint and when I had to clean my own face.

I tucked John into my bed. He was unplugged and undiapered. Just wore his two piece Peter Pan pajamas. His butthole was okay, if you didn't know, you probably couldn't have seen the boy had been plugged for so long. But, the skin between his butt cheeks, especially part of his perineum bore evidence of something having caused irritation. I suppose sweat and the constant rubbing of silicone against his skin had resulted in the slight rash.

I had put some Preparation H on the rash, hoping it would clear up overnight. Even if John didn't complain about it being sore, I knew it had to be most uncomfortable.

I kissed him goodnight, just a quick kiss, but he opened his mouth and let my tongue inside for a moment. So, at least one part of my body entered his, though it wasn't exactly what I wanted. Instead I jacked off to a movie clip of a young guy sucking off an older one, remembering the feelings from that morning when John had sucked me off. Before I went to bed, I slipped the pajamas bottoms off the sleeping child, put on another coating of Preparation H and redressed him.

He slept through it all.

***

The next morning I woke before John did. It was a quarter to 8, which amazed me, as usually both Andy and John would be running amok by that time, no matter what day of the week it was. He was curled up with his back touching my side, so I turned to face him and hugged him from behind. My hand ended up on his warm chest and I felt it moving slowly as he breathed in and out. I left my hand there for a minute or so, before it almost on its own moved down to his belly.

His pajamas top had bunched up leaving a gap of exposed skin from where the top ended and his shorts started. Gently my hand moved across this no-man's land and in underneath his shorts. I felt the smoothness of his pubis, bumped into his soft penis and his wrinkled ball sack. I could feel the two hard lumps inside as I ever so gently cupped his sack. John moved a little in his sleep, straightened out his legs and spread his knees just a bit.

He was still asleep, I could tell as his breathing pattern hadn't changed at all. I let go of his balls and pulled my hand away from his warm crotch. Ever so slowly I moved away from his body and turned him onto his back. It was time for him to wake up. He had woken me by sucking my dick the previous morning and now I wanted to do the same to him. I got his shorts down and off his legs without waking him, even though he kind of tried to prevent me from stripping him in his sleep.

While his shorts were lowered, he turned onto his side and when I pulled them off his feet, he tried to roll over onto his tummy. I guess I could've just as well licked and rimmed his little butt hole, but with the cream I put on it the night before, I didn't feel up for that, though most of it probably had been absorbed by his skin or vaporized overnight. I put my hand on his hip as he tried to roll over and held him back. He tried a couple of times to roll over.

When he settled down and yet again was fully relaxed, I pushed him onto his back and spread his knees wide. Lapping at his ball sack like a dog might have done, I begun the wakeup procedure. His dicky responded and started filling with blood. When it stood as firm as it could, I switched to licking and sucking it instead of his balls. John's dicky, circumcised as it was, had an exquisite taste. It took a few minutes of my sucking for John's mind to bring him out of his deep sleep.

He moved his hands down towards his crotch only to bump into my forehead. His fingers explored the unexpected obstruction then tried in vain to push my head out of the way. He awoke mumbling a few incoherent words then jolted his upper body up.

"Oh," he said when he saw the cause for the feelings in his dick and lay back down. I heard him yawn big time as he stretched his arms up and over his head. He stretched his legs out afterwards then relaxed them again. He lay there letting me do what I wanted to his dick for a few more moments, then suddenly grabbed my head and pushed his midsection up and away from the bed. His dick jumped in my mouth and he gasped out a breath.

Before his dick could jump again, a short burst of pee shot into my mouth. John moaned when another burst shot out. My mouth was rapidly filling with the acrid fluid, and albeit it came from a very cute and very young kid, I wasn't prepared to drink all of what was inside his bladder. I don't mind a bit of water sports as long as the person peeing drinks a lot of water beforehand to dilute the pee, but this was John's first pee of the day and it was quite strong.

It's like taking a huge drink of beer, only to realize it's really whiskey in the glass.

I turned off the tap, killed his stream, quite effectively too. I squeezed the stalk of his penis just where it jutted out from his body, squeezed it tight too. I'm sure it didn't add to John's pleasure having his pee cut off like that, but he'd survive to live another day. I quickly swallowed what he had spurted in my mouth and moved away from his little stiffy. But I still held on tight to it. I've no idea if he had managed to regain the control of his bladder, but I wasn't prepared to take my chances.

By scooping him up with my other arm I managed to carry him to the bathroom and stood him front of the toilet. It all happened so quickly John didn't get a chance to say anything until he found himself looking into the bowl of the toilet. I only eased my grip on his dick after making sure it pointed in the right direction.

"You can let it all out now, Buddy," I told him, when only a few drops emerged.

"Sorry," he told me quietly, close to crying.

"Hush. It's okay. It was only an accident," I consoled him, still hanging on to his stiff dicky. I could vividly imagine what would happen if I let go of it and he'd start peeing in the same instant. An image of a firehose madly swinging around spraying water all over popped into my mind. I chuckled at the thought.

"Are you laughing at me?" John wanted to know.

"Oh no. It was just something I thought of, don't worry. Besides, what's a little pee between friends, right?"

He didn't respond but managed to relax enough to let the remaining pee out of his bladder. I shook his now flaccid dink for him after he was done. I had to pee myself, but suddenly found myself a little too shy to pee in front of John.

"Hey Buddy, why don't you go put on your clothes?"

"Okay."

He left me in the bathroom and I could finally get some relief of my own. I gargled my mouth with a bit of Andy's kiddy toothpaste and some water to get the really sour taste of pee out of my mouth. Like I had told John, I wasn't upset with what he had done, but I made up my mind to never wake him by sucking him off again. And I didn't, at least not for quite a few months until I had more or less forgotten what would happen if I did.

***

John had gotten dressed when I joined him in the bedroom and just sat on the edge of my bed. He was looking at his feet like he had never noticed he had feet before. I slipped on a pair of underwear and sat down next to him.

"Hey, Buddy."

No response.

I put my arm around him and hugged him. He threw his arms around me and held me really tight.

As I stroked his back, he began to cry. Blubbering as he did. He repeatedly told me how sorry he was. He begged me not to tell his parents he had peed in my mouth. The absurdity of me doing that would have been mightily funny, had John not been so scared. He told me that I could punish him however I wanted, just as long as I'd never tell on him. I suppose I do have a bit of a mean streak in me, since I asked him what he thought would be a suitable punishment for his crime.

"I dunno. A spanking?"

"Okay," I said and put him in the classic over the knees position. I pulled down his jeans and underwear and readied myself to lay down the law.

I struck his backside with the palm of my hand. It was a smack that sounded a hell of a lot worse than it really was. Sure, he could feel it, but all in all, it was just a tap. I put him on his feet between my knees, facing me and pulled his clothes back up, making sure to tuck his t-shirt into his jeans.

He looked at me with his mouth and eyes wide open. As if he didn't know whether to laugh or continue crying. Eventually, he closed his mouth and actually smiled at me.

"That wasn't a real spanking," he informed me.

I put my hands on his cheeks, the ones on his face, not his butt, and said, "You didn't do anything to be punished for. I never punish anyone for having accidents or making mistakes. Not Andy, nor anyone under my command and certainly not you, Buddy.

Now, go wash your face and stop worrying about the bit of pee that got into my mouth. It wasn't exactly lethal acid you spurted in there, you know?"

I could finally see the real John standing in front of me again. He nodded at me then ran to the bathroom. I put on a t-shirt and went to the kitchen to prepare something for breakfast.

***

John helped me set the table and ferry stuff from the fridge to the table. I asked him what he wanted to do that day. It was Sunday, the last full day he'd spend at my house that time around. He would be returning to his house after school the following day.

"Can we go to the zoo?" He asked me after he swallowed the cereal he had in his mouth.

How I wished Andy would do that as well. He'd talk with his mouth full, constantly having to be reminded of not doing that.

"The zoo? You mean the one in Copenhagen?" I asked.

"Yeah. I haven't been there since you took me and Andy last year."

"Tell you what, why don't we go there on Saturday, then Andy can come too?" I made a counter-offer.

John sighed, but said okay. I knew he loved the attention he got from me, but I thought he loved Andy more than me. Sometimes boys are bloody hard to understand. One second I think I know everything about them and the next they do or say something that leaves me puzzled. I knew John didn't get to spend much time with Lyle, his father. After the small incident that had happened in kindergarten, Lyle thought of his son as a pervert.

Even if John had been a pervert, which he most certainly wasn't, it just didn't justify Lyle not doing stuff with his kid. I know Cheryl did what she could to make up for it, but children, and boys in particular, need an adult male to look up to as a role model. I guess I was John's role model. He could've found someone much worse, I suppose, but he could've easily found someone better than me. Maybe someone who wasn't desperate to fuck his petite body.

"Let's clear the table and we can go to the park," I suggested.

Which we did. I brought a soccer ball and a tennis ball we could throw to each other. I made sure John had to run far more than myself. My stamina just couldn't keep up with that of a nearly 8 year-old boy. We played for a little over two hours before we made our way back to my house.

***

After lunch, we sat and small-talked on the swings in my backyard.

"How's your butt?" I said, suddenly remembering the rash I had noticed the night before. I hadn't checked on it that morning and I didn't want John suffering more than he absolutely had to.

"It's fine. You wanna see it?"

No, I want to fuck my dick into it until I flood it with my sperm!

"I think I better have a look," I said and pushed aside the disturbing voice in my head.

He got up from the swing, pulled down his jeans and bent over spreading his butt cheeks, "Is it okay?" He asked.

Hell yes! Now, that's a prime piece of little ass if I've ever seen one.

"I can't tell for sure with you all the way over there," I told him.

He shuffled backwards, closer to me. His rash was looking far better, though it wasn't fully healed.

"It looks better, but I think we should put more of the ointment on it now."

"Okay," he said and pulled his jeans back up and went with me into the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet and had him present his bared butt to me again, while I massaged some Preparation H into his perineum and over his butt hole. The stuff had some mild anaesthetics in it, and I had used it on Andy with great results even if it really wasn't meant to be used on kids. It worked on John as well, he liked the massage he was receiving right up to the point where he tried to make my finger enter his little hole.

I didn't push it in, much to his dissatisfaction.

"Put your finger in. Please."

"Not with this stuff on it," I told him.

"Then with the other stuff. Just put it in me."

Before I could stop it, my inner boy-lover spoke, "Well, for a boy who likes things going up his little ass so much, I wonder why you won't let me fuck you with my dick."

I felt really bad after saying that. John made me feel even worse by what he said next.

"I was real tired last night. You said no when I wanted you to put your dick in. I'm too little. You said that. But if you want to do it now, then okay."

I could tell he didn't want me to fuck him, not right then. Yes, he said I could fuck him. If I wanted to. But I needed John to want me to fuck him. I wanted him to enjoy being fucked and not just letting me do it because I wanted to.

I had to work myself out of the mess and build up his trust in me again. Not just so he'd let me fuck him and never tell anyone that I did. No, it was more so I could still be a role model to him, now that his own wimp of a father wouldn't stand up to the task.

I turned John around. I needed to talk to his face, not his butt, for this.

"John," I said and let out a small sigh, "I know I said you were too small for my dick. I was afraid it would hurt you a whole lot if I did. But, then I saw you running around yesterday laughing and having a real good time with that big butt plug stuck inside your bum, and now I think I was wrong. I believe I can fuck you now without hurting you too badly. You may even start to enjoy it after a while."

I stopped talking and allowed John time to process what I had said. I hoped for him to be able to work it out on his own. But, hell, he was only seven. Well, he was closer to being eight than seven at the time, but still, he was just seven years old. Maybe it was too much for him to comprehend.

I'll teach Andy how to fuck him. Then, maybe, in a couple of years, John will allow me to fuck him too. I can wait for that. I really can.

"Then do it!" He told me.

I had to think for a couple of seconds, did he want me to fuck him or wait a few years? What the heck was it I had told him?

"Teddy, fuck me. I want you to." John said very slowly to me, then turned around and spread his butt cheeks.

"Oh John. Thanks, Buddy. But I can't just stick it in you right here and now. Let's get you good and ready for it first, okay?"

He let go of his butt cheeks and turned back to face me, "'kay, but do it quickly 'fore you change your mind again."

I chuckled at his choice of words and he smiled.

Chapter 32
Finally fucking John

As I had done Friday, I first flushed out John's bum. Only this time I did it with a serious high-volume enema. I mean, almost a full bag of 2 litres [c. 2 quarts] slowly went into him. He didn't like that at all. But he went through with it because I had to know what was best. That's what he told me.

"It hurts my tummy," he let me know when he cramped up yet another time from the salty water solution slowly working its way deep into his bowels via his bum hole.

"I know, Buddy. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel," I said as I did my best to massage his lower stomach and thereby help the water move deeper into his bowels and hopefully lessen the boy's struggles. The water mercilessly flowed into his body, but eventually stopped. I gently slid the nozzle out of his anus, which I could see he had trouble controlling.

"Let's get the water out of you and then take a little breather before the next one. What do you think, John?"

"Yes, please. I got to go!"

I could hear the urgency in his voice and had him on the toilet just in the nick of time. When the first gush of water had stopped, I flushed the toilet with him still sitting on it. He had to stay on it for another 17 minutes that was how long it took for the water to finally stop coming out of him.

***

We went back out in the yard after the first enema. He went out naked and I was in my underwear and t-shirt. I lit up a cigarette and John immediately relocated to a chair much further away from me. He wrinkled his nose at me and made faces. I stuck my tongue out at him and blew smoke out my nostrils.

"That's real disgusting," he told me.

"Yes it is. So don't you ever think about starting to smoke," I warned him.

"It makes your clothes stink. And your hair."

"I know. At least I never smoke inside the house."

I didn't. My mother did back when I was a kid. She smoked in the car too without opening any windows, which made me carsick on more than just one occasion. But, it was a different time back then in the 1980s.

"Why don't you just stop?"

"It isn't that easy, Buddy."

"Sure it is, just don't light the next one."

I chuckled a little at the childish logic. But, then again. He was right.

I can at least give it a try. After all, how many people has died because they stopped smoking?

It would be tough, but surely it couldn't be impossible. However, I finished the cigarette before we went back to the bathroom. I had to open the window when we entered as it sure wasn't a delightful scent that greeted us.

"Yuck!" John stated, "It stinks in here."

"Yeah. I think I prefer the smell of smoke rather than your poop," I teased him.

"That's why we're doing this, isn't it?" He asked, "So my poop won't get on your dick?"

"That, and so it won't end up all over my sheets either."

He looked disgusted by that. I didn't tell him how I had fucked young teens who didn't know how to clean their ass and had that happen more than once. Thank God, I always covered the mattress with a towel before fucking anyone in my bed, but it had been a show-stopper with one poor 17 year-old kid. He had locked himself in my bathroom and refused to come out until I promised to take him back to where I had picked him up.

John got back up on the changing pad with his bum high up in the air and I let another full bag of water flow into him. He took it a bit more easily this time and was able to retain it for five minutes before he expelled it into the toilet. I had a look in the bowl to see if he needed another one. He did. After the third go, it looked clean enough for me to fuck him.

We took a shower together where I washed him thoroughly and used soap on his private bits, hoping to get all the Preparation H off his skin. Then spent a lot of time rinsing his butt and crotch with clean water. I didn't want to risk having to go the emergency room from getting some of the ointment in my mouth, I'd hate having to explain how it had happened.

"Oh, I licked a seven year-old boy's ass and forgot I had covered it in ointment just before."

I planned to not just lick John's ass, I'd give him the full experience of being made love to. We had the entire afternoon, a full four hours. We could even stretch it a bit if needed, I could order pizzas instead of cooking dinner. I wanted to lick every part of John's body, more than once if he would let me.

First, John made me brush my teeth though. I used the strawberry-flavoured stuff bought for Andy, which both boys liked, then I sent John into my bedroom.

My erection bobbed in front of me as I went to the living room to get the small bullet vibrator, then back to the bathroom to fetch a towel. John was waiting for me, when I entered my bedroom, face down in the middle of my bed. I still don't know if he expected me to just climb on top of him and fuck him like that.

I knew the sex games Andy and John played together were very short and likely bang on. The amount of time that passed from the door to Andy's room would be shut and until it was reopened wasn't long at all. Not a whole lot of things can happen in 15 to 20 minutes. Besides, if the boys were anything like me when I screwed around as a kid they didn't have the patience for foreplay.

Though I had wanted to fuck a very young kid's ass for a very long time, almost ever since I was one myself, I didn't just jump up on the bed and fuck John. To enhance the experience, now that I was so close to fulfilling my dream, I didn't mind prolonging the wait by an hour.

There's an expression in Danish that goes something like this: "The sweetest joy is the one of anticipation." Sometimes the actual event is nothing at all what you imagined it would be. Often, it's much more mundane or even a downright anticlimactic experience.

I had also brushed my teeth in the middle of the day, which is something I'd normally never do. My mouth had been prepared for kissing and it only felt right to actually do that before I'd fuck John's little ass. I joined him in my bed by lying down next to him. He turned his head and looked quizzically at me. I stopped him from talking by quickly stealing a small kiss from him.

I kissed him again and locked my lips on his before I placed my hand on his butt and rubbed it slowly.

He broke our kiss and asked, "I thought you wanted to stick your dick in my bum?"

"I do. More than anything else," I said and pecked his lips with a couple of light kisses, "There's no need to rush. I promise you, before we have dinner, I'll fuck you in the ass with my large cock."

I don't know why, but talking dirty to John really turned me on. I guess being able to corrupt this sweet young boy did that to me. Using bad language just intensified the extremely tabooed act of deflowering a seven year-old, be it a boy or girl. I trusted him not to use those words with anyone but myself and possibly Andy.

"I hope you won't die from having to wait just a little while longer for that to happen?" I asked him.

"It's okay. Will it hurt bad?"

I could have lied and said it would be the most wonderful experience in his entire life. But, I couldn't abuse his trust in me. It was bad enough I was about to abuse his little body, I didn't have to mess with his head too. So I explained that I'd do anything I could to make it as painless as possible for him. But that it might still hurt some.

"Like a shot?"

What he meant was getting a vaccination.

"Well, a bit like that, but it's more like when you're having problems pooping. It's pretty much the same feeling."

"Like when you put the plug in my bum." This wasn't a question, it was a statement. John wasn't stupid.

"Exactly like that, only my dick won't get stuck in your bum. Well I sure hope it won't."

It was no time for silly jokes though. John was taking all of this very seriously.

"Okay."

John was worried. He had to be, even though he wanted to be fucked. When I asked him again if he wanted to go through with it, he said yes. He just didn't want it to be painful. He was pretty much like me back when Casey told me he wanted to fuck my ass, though Casey's dick at the time had been way smaller than my dick was now. However, with the right amount of patience and preparation, I hoped it wouldn't feel much worse for John than what I had experienced.

And I was patient. Since I was the adult and in charge of him, John had no option but to be patient too.

To keep him distracted, I kissed him again. His mouth opened and I slowly teased his tongue with mine. When he began actively kissing me back, I played with one of his small nipples. It firmed up, seemingly enjoying the unexpected attention it received. I hadn't yet told the boys of the erogenous zones on their bodies like I had planned to do when I showed them how they could reach an orgasm.

That day, when I was about to fuck John for the first time, I stimulated different parts of his body to further arouse him. I gave him goosebumps as I let the tip of a single finger follow his hairline around his neck. I did it very gently, at first he giggled as it tickled him. He managed to relax when I asked him to, nearly to the point where I thought he had fallen asleep.

"'s nice," he whispered.

"I know. How's this?"

I moved my finger to his ear, began at the lobe, where he one day would wear a small golden earring, but that wasn't for another five years. He erupted in a renewed fit of giggles when he moved his head and my finger dipped into his ear. The giggles stopped when I grabbed hold of his ear lobe between thumb and index finger and rubbed it lightly. John was facing me lying on his side, but shifted to lie on his tummy when I asked him to. He was really getting into being petted by me.

"Turn your face away from me and close your eyes."

If there has ever been a time when I envied octopuses for having so many arms this would have to be it. I had to get by only touching John in one place at a time. I was on my side, propping up my head with one arm while the other explored his warm, nude and seemingly hairless body. He wasn't completely hairless, his body was covered in downy, very short and very thin, almost see-through hairs. He had to be backlit by sunlight while you looked at him from just the right angle to notice the fine hairs.

You would've been able to feel his downy hairs too, if he'd allow you to lazily run a fingertip over his shoulder blade and into his armpit, across first one side of his arm then back up the other side. I considered it a great honour to be allowed this extreme level of intimacy with him as I followed his spine down his back towards his bottom. I circled every single bump of his spine and prolonged the time, it took for my finger to travel the short distance, tenfold, if not more.

When I reached his tail bone, I didn't immediately enter the valley between his buttocks; I already knew what awaited there. Although his little opening was to me what an oasis would be to a camel desperate for water after a long travel through the desert, I willed myself to stay clear of it, at least for the time being. I took the scenic route, followed the curvature of his nearest buttock. As I reached where his buttock met with his thigh, I had to shift position before venturing further down towards his feet.

I sat up Indian-style and found myself able to move on. The outside of his thigh felt like satin to my fingertip, the back of his knee was more like silk and also a lot more ticklish to John. He lost it completely when I, admittedly on purpose, let my fingernail slide along the sole of his foot. I had to hold onto his lower leg as he kicked up a storm while trying to evade the tickling.

"Why did you hafta do that?" He asked me when I stopped tickling his foot.

"You were so quiet. I wanted to see if you had fallen asleep."

"You coulda just asked! I really liked what you did."

"Good. I'm far from done yet."

"Cool!"

"Turn over," I told him.

I hoped, halfway expected, John would be sporting a little erection begging for my attention.

"You tickled me!" He told me when I asked him if he hadn't enjoyed what I did to him, "It was stiff until then."

"Oh well. It'll probably get hard again before I'm done."

I started from the top again, but didn't get any response from touching his forehead. I hadn't expected one, either, but touched it all the same. I ever so gently touched his left eyelid, but when he opened his eyes I had to move my finger quickly. I didn't want to accidently damage his eye. When he closed his eyes again, his nose was my next target. He wrinkled it when I tickled the tip of it. I bypassed his nostrils, I wasn't really digging for gold, you know?

His lips were still as smooth as I remembered from kissing them, but he tried to take a bite out of my finger.

"Hey, lie still, you ungrateful boy child," I playfully scolded him.

"What's ungrateful mean?"

Fuck me silly, it's no time for language lessons now.

"It means you don't appreciate what I'm doing," I explained. Thankfully, he didn't take it literally.

Eventually I ended up at his small indented belly button, by then his dicky had awakened from its slumber, but again I avoided what I had already seen, touched and tasted.

"Aw!" John pouted when my fingertip didn't touch what he expected it would.

He had shown more patience than I thought possible, so it was about time to pick it up a little. He gasped when I sucked his stiffy into my mouth. It still tasted like soap, even with all the time I had spent rinsing it with water, but fortunately for me, the annoying taste went away rather quickly. Still, I would've preferred it to be the genuine taste of a little boy, pee included, to the taste of soap. But, better safe than sorry.

I tickled his dick head with the tip of my tongue, before I quickly transferred some spit to the index finger I had used to trace his skin.

"Spread your legs a bit," I told him.

He spread them further than necessary, but it gave me unhindered access to his butt hole. I moistened it with the spit on my finger, and with another glob of spit I slowly pierced his anus while I sucked his stiffy back into my mouth. I had to wet my finger one more time but after that I got it far enough into John's bum to reach his prostate. With the simultaneous attacks on both dick and prostate it didn't take long for him to orgasm.

The time I had spent caressing his body probably had some influence on how quickly he got off. I sat back up, removed my finger from his little bum and took in the sight of the kid splayed out in front of me. He had his eyes closed, his nostrils flared as air went in and out of his lungs. His little heart pumped as it transported both oxygen and oxytocin through his body while I slowly wanked his still very erect dicky slick from my spit.

I didn't want to risk John wanting to stop after his kiddy orgasm. I had told him earlier that he was going to be fucked and damned if I wasn't going to do just that. I probably could've wanked him to another orgasm, but my own dick was screaming for attention. As I continued to wank John's little dick, I began jacking myself off with my other hand.

About a minute later John reached over, moved my hand from my dick and carried on wanking me. It was nice of him, but I wanted more than just a wank. He engulfed the head of my dick with his mouth when I politely asked him to do so. I came into his mouth after a few minutes of his combined sucking and wanking, leaving me to wonder how quickly I would've cum had I fucked him without easing some of the built-up pressure in my nuts.

He swallowed the sticky stuff without qualms and the thought of my sperm ending up in the stomach of a seven year-old boy almost made me ready to go again. My dick certainly didn't deflate as quickly as it normally would after an orgasm. However, I decided it was time to take a short break to get some fluids into John, more than just my cum. I was thirsty and knew John had to be as well.

We each had a glass of lemonade and afterwards went back to bed. I had John lie on his tummy, legs slightly spread, so I could easily lick his butt. I used my thumbs to spread his butt cheeks open and went to work opening his sphincter. I took my time enjoying lapping at his hole, successfully blocking out any thoughts of the fuck that would follow just a short time later. Right there and then, I lived for the moment and only wanted to make John feel good.

He took my licking of his ass in stride, not uttering a single sound. If I hadn't known how much he enjoyed having things done to his rear end, I could easily have mistaken his silence as a sign of boredom. But, even though I couldn't see it, I just knew his little dick had to be as hard as it could be.

Ten minutes of serious licking later, I lubed up my vibrator and slowly pushed it into the little boy butt in front of me. I had turned it on just before it made contact with the boy's skin, and it speared into his bum hole easily. While I moved the vibrator in and out of John, I gave his buttocks a tongue bath.

If John had seemed indifferent about my licking of his butt hole, he certainly responded to the powerful vibrations from the bullet-shaped vibrator. It was, unfortunately, just too short for me to fuck him with it.

I replaced the vibrator with my index finger. It was about the same width but I could work it further into John's ass. He pushed back at my finger when it grazed his prostate, the first real movement I noticed since I had asked him to lie on my bed. I probed at his prostate, very gently in the beginning only gradually building up both speed and intensity of my massaging finger. Just when I sensed another kiddy orgasm was about to take place, I eased my finger out of his hole.

Only seconds later I breached through his now sufficiently relaxed anus with two of my fingers. They entered in a slightly different angle, no longer probing into his happy spot. As John tried to adjust his position by pushing up his butt, I immediately changed the angle of my fingers to avoid hitting his prostate. If he was to experience an anal orgasm, he would get it from my dick bumping into his happy spot, not my fingers.

I honestly didn't expect him to be able to get off from me fucking his little ass, but I didn't rule it out either. He was so much into ass-play with him on the receiving end that it just might be possible. Today, he's still more a bottom than anything else, but even when he was seven years old, he knew his bum was made for more than just pooping.

When he kept trying to make my fingers bump into his prostate, I put my other hand on the small of his back. He finally got the picture when I pushed down hard on him, putting a bit more weight on him than I had intended. At least he got the picture and settled right down.

I focused on dilating his sphincter even further than I had before. I used every trick I had picked up over the years, slowly rotated my fingers and made scissor movements while I pushed them in and out of his bum. Ever so slowly I could feel his tight opening widen in response to the action of my fingers. I went all-in by introducing a third finger to his ass hole for the first time.

If he can't handle three fingers inside of his little ass now, I won't be fucking him today.

Well, it was what I told myself. I'm not sure I would've been able to stop, if it had come to that. As luck would have it, I never had to find out. John hissed when my ring finger joined my index and middle finger inside his now very tight hole. It felt as unyielding as steel, in particular right then as he firmed up every muscle in and around his bum. I could feel his body try to get rid of my fingers, it tried to expel them like they had been a big turd.

This turd, or rather my fingers, however, wasn't leaving without a fight.

"Buddy, try to relax your butt for me."

"It hurts!"

"I know it hurts some, my friend. But you're only making it much worse by tensing up like that."

I knew it hurt, I also knew relaxing while experiencing pain is extremely difficult. John wasn't crying, neither did he try to move about on the bed. Not that he would've been able to, I was still firmly pushing his midsection down into the mattress. All of his energy was instead spent on trying to force his butt hole shut.

I probably should have waited. Well, it's too late for that now.

Had I pulled my fingers out just then, I might never have gotten another chance to fuck him. He'd just remember the pain he had experienced and say no. We had no option but to wait it out. Still, I wanted to make it somewhat easier for John.

"John, promise me you won't move if I let go of your back?"

"I won't. But, please, stop hurting my bum."

"I can't. Only you can do that."

Well, it was kind of true. At least if he wanted to get fucked by my dick.

"How? It hurts so bad."

"You need to relax, stop squeezing your butt hole tight like you are now. My fingers aren't going anywhere, anyway. Try to focus on what I'm doing now, what my other fingers feel like when they touch your body."

I moved them slowly up and down his back, much like I had done previously during our foreplay. Only this time, I pushed a bit harder at his skin, for him to feel it through the pain signals his butt hole was busily broadcasting.

"I feel them," John said.

"Ignore the pain, focus only on my finger on your back. What is it doing now?"

"Are you like drawing on my back? Oh, it feels like you're writing letters."

Indeed I was. I started over and had John spell out each letter as I wrote it on his skin. I kept it simple, though he was in school, he was still only in the first grade.

"'I'. What's that? I don't know that letter."

"It isn't a letter. It's something else."

I drew it for him again.

"Do it again. I can't, oh wait. Ow, my bum still hurts. Ooh, now I know, it's a heart!"

"That's right, the next is a word," I said and began writing.

"'Y'. 'O'. 'U'. You! I, heart, you. Uh… I love you!"

"Aww, Buddy! I love you too," I told him.

"Duh! It's what you wrote on my back."

"I know, but it's still true, I do love you."

At least he didn't make some halfwit joke about me just wanting a piece of his ass. Which I did, but I was growing ever closer to him, and no, it wasn't because I had three of my fingers inside his body right then. Not solely because of that anyway. He had somehow wormed himself into my heart; he was my son's best friend, maybe his only true friend, but he was also my best friend. I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather spend my time with. Apart from Andy of course, but he was my son and no one would ever be able to replace him.

John is more important to me than any of my adult friends!

I made that realization right then and there. In my bed with my fingers embedded in his quivering butt hole and caressing his body with my other hand.

"I like you too," John admitted.

He didn't use the word love, but I knew that was what he meant. I had to stop myself from thinking all those distracting thoughts as I realised my dick was no longer bouncing for joy. It was as flaccid as it could ever be.

God damn it to hell! The annoying voice yelled in my head.

John's sphincter was about ready to give up all hope of winning the battle against my fingers. He had finally reclaimed the control over it, or maybe he lost control over it. The distractions I had caused by writing on his back, had seemingly sped up the process. I bent over his back and kissed him on his cheek.

"You're almost ready to get fucked in the ass," I whispered while nuzzling his earlobe with my lips.

"For real?"

"Yeah, only a few more minutes, then you'll be good to go."

I hoped I'd be ready too. I sat back up and tried to pump some action into my dick. It took quite some time, unfortunately I wasn't a little boy any more. My dick no longer perked up at a slight breeze, like it used to when I was going through puberty. When I squeezed a big dollop of lubrication onto my dick head, it finally reared its head up.

No need for small blue pills yet, baby! My inner voice whooped for joy while I smeared the lube all over my glans.

John's bum hole was pretty well slicked up already, still I rotated my hand until the palm faced up. My three fingers formed a funnel leading directly into his hole. I didn't need for this fuck to have a lot of friction in order to have a very nice time. On the contrary, I quite hoped for it taking ages for me to cum, as long as my prick would remain stiff. I sent a dollop of lube into the funnel and used my pinky to push it into John, then I shuffled up closer to him, my knees on the outside of his thighs.

When I deemed everything was good to go, I quickly pulled my fingers out of his butt and guided my dick head into his hole using the fingers of my other hand. To my surprise, it wasn't the tightest ass I had ever entered, I had prepared it a bit too well for that. I think Thomas is still the tightest kid I've ever fucked, but back then I hadn't done much to loosen him up either.

However, John was certainly by far the youngest kid to be fucked by me.

Even if he was young, there was still enough room inside of his bum for my dick to fully sink in. I fucked my dick into him and was fully seated very quickly. It happened in less than ten thrusts in and out of the kid.

"You did it, Buddy!" I said when I couldn't get my dick any further into him, "You got all of my cock inside your little ass."

"Good."

Well, at least he hadn't just said cool, but did he mean "Good, that's all I had to take", or "Good, I'm finally getting fucked?"

Who cares? Fuck him!

I stopped my train of thoughts and concentrated on my dick. How it felt as it moved inside, gliding through the somewhat tight opening, entering the blasting heat inside a little boy. No, not just any little boy, it was John! That it was him I was fucking only made it so much better.

There was only one way it possibly could have been better for me, namely if I had been fucking another little boy. You're right, I was thinking of Andy, of course.

Fat chance of that ever happening! Then again, I'm fucking John now and I never thought that would happen either.

John was a very loud boy while I fucked him, he sure wasn't shy about expressing his feelings with moans of varying pitch. I didn't fuck him real hard, though my inner voice repeatedly demanded I'd do just that, he wasn't just a small boy for me to use or abuse. I wanted him to fully enjoy his first proper fucking too, deep down hoping he'd be returning for more.

Even if he was to decide this would be the only time, I wanted him to be able to look back at it as a positive experience. The high-pitched moans coming from his ever so slightly opened mouth really edged me on though.

He'd moan as my dick touched his prostate on the in-stroke. When I pushed in rapidly, his moan turned into gasps. I spent a bit of time alternating my in-strokes, one stroke I'd push in very quickly and the next very slowly. I tried to read John, I wanted to find out if he was only moaning because he thought it was what he was supposed to do. I wondered if he had watched porn and only mimicked what he had seen.

His moans were spontaneous and genuine. They were what really drove me to orgasm.

I could feel it closing in, quickly, though I had ample time to slow down. I could've prolonged the first fuck of John by several minutes, maybe even longer, but I knew I had to finish before his small bum hole would object to the strange things I was doing to it. I had to stop before it would cramp up and turn John's pleasure into torture. I chose not to slow down, but to just let the inevitable happen.

I had to stop pumping when my balls jumped into action. I nearly had a sensory overload as my sperm shot out into John's ass. I don't know how much I shot into him, probably not a whole lot, since I had filled his mouth prior to fucking him. Still, my dick jumped around inside of John's bum like it wasn't ever going to stop. I simply had to wait for a very long moment before I could pull back out and let myself fall to the bed next to him, and hug him close to me.

We lay in silence for a long while, neither one of us moving. The only sound I could hear came from my own breathing. I was looking at the back of John's head until he a few minutes later finally turned his head to face me. At first his seriously blushing, sweaty face was void of expressions. He just lay there, watching me, his eyes blinking every now and then.

Then I saw it, it was like a sunrise over a misty field with the heat from the sun slowly burning away the mist. I first saw it in his eyes, then his mouth followed suit.

John smiled at me, not his usual half-shy signature smile, but almost a grin. His two bigger front teeth showed as his lips curled up.

I didn't have to ask if he had enjoyed being fucked by me. The smile on his face told me everything I ever needed to know.

Chapter 33
John wants more!

Even though we finished our bed activities with more than enough time for me to cook us dinner, I ended up ordering pizzas. I just didn't feel like doing anything. I could have happily spent the rest of my life in bed watching John's smile. We lay on that bed, relaxing, basking in the memories of what had just happened. John quietly told me it had been painful being fucked by me, but it was worth the pain. He had wished for me to go on for much longer, but seemed to understand why, when I explained it to him.

"Next time you gotta do it longer," he told me.

"The more we do it, the less time we need to prepare your butt for it," I explained, "it'll give us more time to fuck."

"That's cool."

He reached back to feel his bum, gingerly sticking a finger in between his cheeks.

"I'm all wet back there," he informed me as he studied the residue on his finger.

"That's easily taken care of," I said and used a part of the towel he was lying on to wipe his butt.

He fortunately wasn't bleeding from his butt, exactly what I had expected and wanted. Hence the long time I had spent getting him ready, to avoid small fissures in his anus. We went to the bathroom where I used some wet wipes to further clean him and myself. After a generous coating of Preparation H both in and around his sphincter, which by then had pretty much returned to its usual tight self, I ordered pizzas for us.

I put on a pair of sweatpants before answering the door and paid the pizza delivery guy. He was in his late 50s or early 60s, from some Middle Eastern country. Some of the stories, I've read on the Internet, usually had some good-looking teen deliver pizzas, one who joined in on a sexy three-some, no such luck for me. Besides, I wouldn't want to share John with anyone, except for Andy.

I was hungry for something else than sex right then, anyway.

We ate while watching TV, John still naked and sitting on a towel, me still only wearing the sweatpants. We ended up nodding off to the TV, I was lying on my back on the couch with John using my body as a giant throw pillow. I was awoken by the TV when the test signal came on, signalling the end of the broadcasting for that day. Sunday had been replaced by Monday, though only by a few minutes.

I had to hold up John while he stood in front of the toilet and peed. I don't think he ever woke up for real, he just started peing when I told him to let go.

I skipped the tooth brushing and the evening bath as it was much too late for that, I just tucked him in on one side of my bed. I got in myself, but lay on the other side of the bed with as much distance to John as I could. I hoped to get a good night's sleep without being disturbed by the little boy's movements. That clearly wasn't part of his plans, as only moments later he snuggled up close to me.

***

I nearly had to crawl out of my bed the next morning. My back was aching and I had a head ache from hell. All I felt like was just to go back to sleep. It being Monday, I had to get John ready for school and get my own sorry ass to work as well. I don't know how I managed, but I got through the day and was awake when Cheryl called me just before dinner and again told me how thankful she was for me watching her son.

"John won't stop talking about how much fun he had," she told me.

I shrugged it off and just told her if she ever needed someone to watch him again then I'd do it. I'd watch him even if it was just for a few hours during the day. Unfortunately that just got her back to talking about how to ever be able to pay me for what I had done.

"Don't ever talk about paying me again, I fully enjoy spending time with John. That's more than enough payment for me."

That, and being able to pork his brilliant ass whenever I feel like it! My inner pervert fortunately couldn't talk on the phone and Cheryl never heard the same words I heard.

Finally she let me have peace. I don't dislike women, but most I know, just don't seem to know when to stop talking. Like my mom who can't stand sitting in silence for even a few minutes at a time. I love my mom a lot, but I truly love my dad for his ability to sit in a room and just be there. Without having to constantly let his presence known to everyone by insisting to talk about nothing.

***

The following Wednesday afternoon, John was in our street on his bike when I returned from work in my car. When I parked my car in the garage, John rode into the driveway.

"Hi Teddy," he bubbled at me when I got out of the car.

"Hi there, Buddy, what're you up to?"

I wondered where Andy was. Normally the two of them would spend all of their free time together.

"Nuffin', just waiting for dinner," came the reply.

It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, I was still forced to only work from 9 AM to 3 PM, unless an emergency of some kind unfolded. It was okay, though. It gave me more time to work on the less appealing stuff that came with the job of being a squad leader in the Guard, such as keeping on top of my units level of education.

"When do you usually have dinner?" I asked him.

"Half six."

His answer was short and to the point. 6:30 PM was kind of late for having dinner, but I suppose his dad's business made it necessary.

"What're you going to do for two whole long hours?"

"Dunno," he said, "maybe-you'll-stick-it-in-my-bum-again," he added quietly and so fast I almost couldn't understand him.

"Only if you wanna," he continued, much slower.

"We'll have to be right quick then."

I ushered him into my house and he went straight into the bathroom. He was trying to detach the sprayer from its hose when I got there after locking the front door.

"Take your shorts off," I told him, quickly taking over the job of preparing the hose.

He kicked off his sneakers without untying the laces then pushed his shorts and undies down and off his legs. I adjusted the water temperature while he sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for me to fill his bum with water. He had hiked up his t-shirt to his armpits. I helped him pull his head out of the neck-opening in the t-shirt and let it rest behind his neck. That way it wouldn't accidentally slip down and maybe get wet.

I filled his little bum with water 5 times in quick succession. It took about a minute to fill him up and about the same for him to expel most of the water into the toilet. Then, I had him sit on it for a while after he emptied himself the final time. All in all, the flushing of John's ass took us less than 15 minutes.

It has to make do, if a little shit gets onto my dick or my bed, then so be it.

I got an extra towel just in case and we moved into the bedroom.

I had John on his hands and knees on my bed while I sat behind him. With plenty of lube on the fingers of both my hands I jacked him off while poking a finger into his little bum hole. I couldn't hurry through this step, but couldn't spend as much time loosening his hole as I had just a couple of days earlier.

"Ready for another finger?" I asked when my finger moved just a little more freely in and out of his tight opening.

"Uh-huh."

I slowed right down when I pushed two fingers into him. The hole was quite a bit tighter than I had expected but he didn't tell me to stop.

"Buddy, you'll tell me to stop if it hurts too much, right?"

"Uh-huh, it feels okay."

He hissed a bit as the second joint of my fingers entered him. I slowed down further as I didn't want to hurt him. I just wasn't sure if he really would tell me to stop.

"Don't slow down. Stick them in," he told me.

I didn't do what he told me, I wasn't answering to him. He was still a kid and I the adult, though I was a very bad adult right then. I waited until I could tell his hole had adjusted somewhat to my fingers before speeding up the in and out movements. I drilled his anus with the two fingers for five minutes, almost exactly to the second, since I kept checking the time on my clock radio. His sphincter got looser with every passing moment.

"I'm going to put my dick in next, I think it'll hurt less than putting three fingers in your ass, John."

"Good. I didn't like it when you did that."

This time Mr. Happy was actually happy. I had no need to excite my dick further to coerce some stiffness into it. I just had to lube it up and it was ready to go.

"Ready for the real thing?"

"All set, and go."

Ready, set, go! Like on the count of three. At least he's having fun.

"Open wide, here comes the rocket," I said when I removed my fingers from his butt hole and pointed my dick at it.

John started giggling at the phrase I had used, it was something I told Andy, when I had spoon-fed him the yucky mashed up food he had as a baby. John quickly stopped giggling when my dick began pushing into him. He moaned loudly as it kept moving further and further into his bum.

"Stop!" He gasped when about half of my dick had gotten into his little tight oven.

I froze instantly, "do you want me to take it out?" I asked.

"NO! Just wait, please. Hurts!"

I reached around his hip and took his dick in my hand. It was amazingly still stiff, so I started stroking it. His bottom relaxed some around my dick, while I gave the boy something else to focus his mind on. I checked the time again, it was only 4:57 PM.

There's still plenty of time left.

When the digits changed to 5:01PM, John told me he was ready for me to continue. If he had waited much longer, I swear my dick would have started to melt inside of him. The heat of his anus and rectum was overwhelming. I pulled out a couple of cm [c. 1"] then fed those along with another cm [c. 0.5"] into his still tight butt. It resulted in a new moan from John. The way his back was arched, my dick head probably rammed straight into his prostate.

"Okay, I'm going to start fucking you for real now."

John didn't use any words to confirm, but he wasn't exactly quiet. His moaning was a repeat of his first fuck. I was able to fuck him as hard as I wanted since I held onto him by his narrow hips. I didn't go ballistic, he was still only a little kid and a rookie in ass-fucking. But I did fuck him harder than I had the first time. Halfway through the fuck, he moaned continually for a fairly long time while his bum hole did what it could to bite off the part of my dick inside his butt.

I didn't slow down, I just fucked him right through his kiddy orgasm. It felt extremely nice to me, almost to the point where it hurt, when his ass hole would squeeze tight for a split second before letting up again. I felt the nine or ten contractions of his sphincter as my dick slid in and out of it. John slipped from his hands down onto his elbows and rested his head on the mattress. I'm sure if I hadn't held him up by his hips, he would've collapsed completely.

This changed the angle of attack, making it much harder for me to fuck him. I had to bend right down over him, resting my hands on the mattress on either side of his head. He was still secured in the prostrate position as my wrists were right next to his head, up against his shoulders. He would've had to splay out his knees to evade my dick, alas, he didn't. He simply lay there and allowed me to pump his ass, while voicing his approval with moans that were slowly getting ever coarser.

I was on the final stretch of our fucking, I knew when I felt my balls draw in close to my body. They no longer slapped into John's buttocks. As the moment got closer, I could feel his bum hole go through yet another series of contractions. Just as they let up, my body had finally had it. I pushed in deep while my dick spat out the sperm my balls had produced over a two days long period.

I slumped down over the boy and forced him to lie prone on the bed. My dick was deeply embedded inside of him, still busily pumping sperm into him. I hoped my little sperm cells wouldn't be too disappointed finding themselves swimming around inside a seven year-old boy instead of a fertile woman. I, for one, was feeling a lot more satisfied after fucking John than I had ever been with Michelle.

When I found enough strength, I pushed off of John and pulled my spent dick out of his ass with a small pop as it vacated him.

"Did you enjoy that, John?"

"Wow!"

Fucking WOW indeed! Let's do it again! Right now!

I knew he had enjoyed it. He got off twice in nearly as many minutes. I'd say wow too if that happened to me.

"That was the best yet, Teddy."

I pecked him on his mouth, stealing a little kiss from him, but he wasn't interested in kissing, not at the time. I took no offence, I knew he more than likely was fully spent. The little itch inside of his butt had been sated by my sperm. Somehow I knew, it wouldn't be long until his butt would be itching yet again.

I let him rest for another five minutes before I filled his little ass with water again. It just wouldn't do if he leaked my sperm into his undies. The smell of it would've been far too easy to tell for his parents. I sent him on his way home a quarter past six, amazed of the fact he could sit on his bike, showing no signs of having been ploughed by my adult-sized dick that afternoon.

Chapter 34
The boy weeps

I got to fuck John occasionally after that, mostly on the weekends when I had Andy, but he'd show up at random times when I was home alone, too. He and Andy continued their sex games as well, even though it fills me with sorrow when I think of just how I found out. It hurts me now having to write it, it's like reliving the whole thing over again, but I simply have to do it. It's the only way I know of how to deal with it.

It all started on a Tuesday while I was out with the Guard, I was in the middle of teaching a group of 16 new recruits how to move between two positions while in a fire fight. My cellphone was muted, but I felt it vibrating in my chest pocket. I continued teaching and let the answering machine deal with the call. The phone vibrated again shortly afterwards. Whomever had been calling the first time, hadn't left a message. They had just hung up and redialled my number immediately.

It was enough for me to stop talking and fish out my phone to see who was calling. The caller ID said 'Andy's School' and I quickly dismissed the class and told them to take a fifteen minute break, as I hit the button to accept the call. I wasn't sure what it was all about, but it was the first call I had ever received from them. I only had the number to Andy's school in my phone so it was handy when I had to call them at the times when Andy was sick.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, am I speaking with Mr. Larsen?" I heard a female voice ask.

"Yes, but, uh listen, this isn't the best of times," I started explaining but was cut off.

"I'm sorry to disturb. I'm calling from Hill Valley. We need for you to come pick up Andy as soon as possible."

"What… Why?" I was instantly worried.

"First of all, Andy is fine, he isn't seriously hurt, but he wants you to pick him up."

"What happened to him?"

"He was in a fight with some of the kids in his class. We aren't sure why. Andy is clearly upset, however, and he won't to talk to any of us."

"Who's with him now?" I asked.

"He's being watched by the school nurse. Like I said, he isn't badly hurt, save for some minor bruises, but he wants for you to come."

"I'm on my way, though it'll take me quite some time to get there."

"Please, don't worry too much, it's no rush. We'll take care of him until you arrive."

I hung up and called the commanding officer for the school I was teaching at. I explained the situation as calmly as I could, which wasn't easy at all. He asked me if I was able to return to the school complex with my students or if I'd rather have him send someone to take over my students.

We quickly agreed it would be better for someone to come to us, as we were 3 km [c. 2 miles] from the complex. Next, I returned to my students. It was the third day of a week long course and they knew me rather well by then.

That tends to happen, when you spend about 14 hours a day with someone. They knew something had happened, they could tell from my body language as well as see it in my face I'm sure. I told them Andy had been in a fight at school. That I didn't know how badly he was hurt, but he had asked for me.

Some of the students were parents themselves and they could relate to what I was going through, and even told some of the younger, more buff guys to shut it when they asked if something like that was worth making a fuss over.

I counted every second that passed until I finally heard the sound of a motor vehicle approaching our location. It sounded like a diesel engine, so I figured it would be one of the Volkswagen minivans we used for troop transports. Instead it was a MAN 5-tonnes [c. 11000 lbs.] truck. It made sense as the MAN was four-wheel drive and rated for driving on pretty much any kind of surface. The minivans were only supposed to be driven on paved and dirt roads.

The problem was I didn't have a license to drive trucks. I had never driven one, only ever been a passenger, either on the bed of the truck or inside the cabin. And there was only one guy in the truck. It was Kevin, the supply sergeant from my company.

"That's no problem, the traffic laws don't apply when driving off-road," he told me after I had explained my problem of not being licensed to drive the truck.

He told me to just drive it as if it was an oversized car with quite a lot more steps in the manual gearbox. He'd lead the group of students back to the complex. I climbed up into the cabin, felt a bit nervous of having to drive such a beast, but the thought of getting to Andy as quickly as possible took over. I stepped on the accelerator, let go of the clutch and started driving back towards the parking lot where I had parked my car. I drove carefully to begin with but as my confidence increased, so did the speed I was travelling at.

Fairly soon I was bumping at speed across fields of newly sown wheat or some other form of agricultural crap. I couldn't care less of what I drove through. The farmers leased the land at a discounted price, with the understanding that vehicles could and most likely would disrupt a lot of the crop. When I got to the parking lot where my car was waiting, I realized I hadn't been told how to shut the damn engine off. There were no keys at the steering wheel, like in a car.

Finally I found the tiny key on the instrument panel. Pretty much hidden amongst the many switches, only God knows what did. But the rumble of the engine died when I turned the key. I left the key in place and got into my car. Then hurried towards the school where my boy was waiting for me. Though I had been told not to rush, I drove quite a lot faster than the limits allowed for.

When I arrived at the school I noticed a police cruiser parked there. I didn't think much of it at the time, I remembered from when I went to school myself, how the police would sometimes give a little speech to the pupils. That was not why the police was at Andy's school that day. They were waiting for me. They didn't arrest me, though the thought crossed my mind.

Andy's teacher had found something disturbing on his cellphone and called the police. The female police officer told me there were two short, but indecent video clips on Andy's phone. She had also found a lot of pictures on it, some of them also indecent.

Shit, Andy!

I knew he had figured out how to use the phone as a camera, he'd constantly snap pictures of everything he deemed interesting. She showed me part of one of the video clips, just to have me identify Andy. He was sucking off someone, which I knew could only be John, but I couldn't see much more of him than just part of his dick and thighs. The rest was all Andy. The clip had been recorded in his room, probably late in the evening or early in the morning, since Andy was wearing his diaper.

"Yes, that's my son," I told the cop.

"Were you aware of your son using his phone to produce child pornography?" She asked me, "Have you seen this clip before?"

"I've seen it only once, right now," I told her, "I haven't checked Andy's phone for media files, I've only kept track of the people he has called on it."

"Do you recognize the other boy in the clip?" She asked me in that suspicious way only cops can.

"No, I don't know the other boy. I haven't seen the private parts of any of my son's friends."

"Well," she said, "I'm going to hold onto this phone for now. I doubt it'll be returned to you any time soon, if at all."

"You can keep that bloody thing for all I care. I never want to see it again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go see my son."

Before she let me go, the police woman told me Andy was going to be interviewed by someone from the police department, but she couldn't say when it would be, only that I, Michelle, or the both of us were to be present.

***

Andy was in the school's little clinic. He was sitting on a child-sized chair and looked extremely miserable. He flung himself at me, crying, the moment he saw me. As I hugged him tight, the nurse explained that apart from some bruises, whereof the most serious ones were his right eye and cheek, most of the damage was likely psychological, not physical. In short, his body would heal fully, but his soul had been badly hurt.

I brought Andy home with me. I was still in my combat fatigues as I had left the Guard's school so quickly. He was still crying, quietly. The tears just kept pouring from his eyes, cascading down his reddened cheeks; they dripped from his chin, fell onto his legs where they were soaked up by the pants he was wearing. We drove the short distance in a silence only broken by the sound of sniffling coming from my boy.

When I parked the car at our house, Andy flew out of it and used his own key to unlock the front door. He ran into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

I wasn't about to leave him alone at a time like this, so I opened the door and caught hold of his leg just before it vanished along with the rest of his body under his bed.

"Leggo!" He wailed, the first words I had heard from him in 4 days.

"No."

I dragged the rest of him out from his favourite hiding place and went into the kitchen while hugging him close to me.

I grabbed a plate from the cupboard, intended to use it as an ashtray. I was dying for a smoke, my mind was busily spinning broken strings of thoughts into a huge web, I just couldn't make any sense out of. I had tried to quit smoking, or least smoke way less than I used to, but if I had ever needed a cigarette, this was the time for it.

In the living room, I sat on the couch with Andy sideways on my lap. His face was hidden from view, firmly pressed into my shoulder. He didn't utter a word when I lit up a smoke and took a heavy drag of it, just kept up his weeping. Some of the web crumbled, many of the unfinished thoughts vanished from my mind. The next hit of nicotine and more of the web went up in smoke. Some of the strings of thoughts started to stand out among the other not so important ones.

I recalled the first aid training I had received and recently had been certified to teach others. The first and most important step was to stop the accident from getting worse. Andy was the victim and had already been removed from the scene of danger. The kids he had been fighting had no way of getting to him now. The only one who could hurt him for the time being was in fact me. And himself.

He wouldn't die from being submitted to passive smoking for a while, though, and I needed the nicotine to reduce the stress still wreaking havoc throughout my body. I was pumped full of adrenaline, had been ever since the call from the secretary at Andy's school. I took a long drag from the cigarette again and Andy shifted his body, moved his head away from my shoulder. He slid downwards, ended up hugging me around my waist, his face resting close to my crotch.

My dick behaved itself, for once. It never reared its head up, just lay there docile, much like Andy. He was still crying, more fiercely now. He had found the air to really wail now. I didn't know what to say and could only put my arm more forcibly around him.

I'm not sure exactly for how long we just sat there on the couch before Andy finally stopped crying, but there were 4 cigarette butts on the plate in front of me and I had a lit cigarette between my index and middle finger. It had been at least twenty minutes. Andy's weeping had turned into sobs and he had started hiccuping.

I had never experienced him crying for so long at a time. Was he waiting for me to say something to make his hurt go away? If so, what could I tell him that would help him in any way? I felt just as helpless as he must have felt.

I'll kill Vern! I'll take my rifle, go and fucking shoot him in the head!

Vern was Michelle's father, he was the one who had bought Andy a fucking cellphone for his seventh birthday. A phone now in the hands of the police. They'd surely start an investigation to figure out who the other boy in the video clip was and where the two had gotten the idea to not only perform oral sex, but to bloody well document it too.

However, shooting Vern wouldn't help Andy any. It would perhaps be a bit of payback, but no, I couldn't do that. Andy would lose one of his granddads and his dad if I did.

Andy was all cried out when I came to the conclusion, his hiccups had stopped and he had fallen asleep. I let him sleep and carefully untangled myself from him and went to clean the plate. I left him sleeping on the couch and went outside to smoke more cigarettes, after opening the windows to air out the living room.

As I sat outside in my garden chair, I felt the wetness of my son's tears. It was a bit chilly. Autumn had replaced summer. The feeling, not unlike one of having wet myself, was uncomfortable but not to the point where I felt like changing my clothes. I still had lots more to work out.

One of the very first things I learned as a NCO is the importance of information. Making decisions without knowing exactly what the hell is going on may worsen the situation. I had to get Andy to tell me what had happened that morning in class. He was the only one who knew for sure, aside from the kids he had been fighting. But I couldn't talk to them, I didn't know who they were, and I'd likely beat them up myself, had I known and confronted them.

I got up from the chair, coughed and tried to clear my throat. Smoking half a packet of cigarettes in only a couple of hours is something I really can't recommend. I went into the living room and saw Andy lying on the couch. He was awake and looked at me, well at least in the direction of me, but not actually seeing anything. It was just a blank stare, something I had learned victims of a traumatic experience might do.

I picked him up from the couch, he wasn't struggling against it but didn't exactly offer any help either. I sat in my lazy armchair, Andy in my lap, and began a slow rocking motion. Back and forth, ever so slowly. The chair creaked a bit as it moved under us, like it spoke words of comfort to Andy.

"Andy?" I asked softly.

I know he heard me as his body reacted to my voice. He didn't say anything though. So I tried again. The third time he whispered back.

"Yes?"

"I know it's tough, but I need to know what happened today. Please tell me, so I can figure out what to do to help you."

"You can't. Nobody can help me."

Damn, that hurt. It was like a bullet went through my heart. Or what I'd imagine something like that felt. I've never been shot, and don't plan to put myself in a situation where that could happen. I'm full of respect for people who accept that risk, but it isn't something for me.

It wasn't so much what he said that hurt, no, the sound of his voice was much worse. He sounded like he had simply accepted the fact he was going to die, knowing fully well, that nothing could be done to prevent it. It was an emotionless flat voice. Not cold, nor warm, it didn't have a whiff of resentment or sorrow in it.

"At least tell me about it, Andy. I only know there are two videos on your phone of you doing stuff to John and you got into a huge fight today at school. Please, I need to know more."

***

Andy ever so slowly and reluctantly filled in the blanks. Not in order, but I was able to put the missing pieces of information into the right places. His phone had been in his schoolbag, in the front pocket, where he always put it. He had boasted of having a cellphone the very next day after he had gotten it. Everyone in his class, maybe even the entire school, knew he was the very proud owner of a cellphone.

His classmates, and I use that word very lightly as they surely weren't any mates of his, not after that day, knew exactly where he kept his phone. Somehow, he had forgotten to turn it off that morning.

"Sorry daddy, I didn't mean to," he wept when he told me that.

By the first recess he had felt the urge to pee and went to the bathroom, leaving his phone in his schoolbag like I had told him, no insisted, he should. One of the boys in his class had taken out the phone, found it powered on and started fiddling with it. Soon, he had found the video clip of Andy sucking John's dick and watched it. Other kids in the class had watched over his shoulder.

When Andy returned to the classroom after his pee, he was immediately ridiculed.

"They called me a baby fag."

I knew that for Andy being called a baby was the worse insult he could ever imagine. He didn't even know what the word 'fag' meant, but he reacted to the name calling anyway. If you remember, I told you about what happened when John, who was his best and only friend, had called him a baby.

Pretty soon, his entire school class was chanting "baby fag" at him. Andy had gotten angry; well, far beyond that. He was ready to kill if only he had been able to. He was the smallest kid in his class. But, he ran to the boy who sat with his phone.

He had sucker punched him right to the nose and spilled the first blood of the fight. Unfortunately the kid with phone was one of the larger boys in the class and he was one of the more popular kids too. He and three of his friends ganged up on Andy, beating and kicking him into submission and likely would've caused a lot more damage to him, had their teacher not entered the classroom at that very moment. The boys immediately withdrew from Andy, now lying crying on the floor.

The bigger boy had dropped the phone next to Andy, who snatched it up and clutched it tight to his chest while the teacher approached him. She demanded to be told what had been going on, but nobody would say anything about it. The video clip was still playing, set to loop infinitely, so she saw and heard at least some of it. Andy was taken to the school nurse, as was the bigger boy with the nosebleed.

And that was when the school secretary had called me.

***

It was easy to tell why Andy thought it to be the end of his life. His social life was ruined, no doubt about that, but he was still alive. Still I had to make sure he wouldn't tell the police, or anyone else for that matter, of what I had done to him and John. That would just make everything a whole lot worse, not just for me, but for him and John, too. It would hurt a lot more people, far too many.

Andy already knew he couldn't tell anyone, even though I hadn't made a big deal out of just how secret he had to keep the stuff at my house, he just knew. I told you Andy was wise beyond his years.

I called the leader of the course I had been teaching at and told him I wouldn't be able to return, at least not until the weekend. Fortunately he had already arranged for someone to cover for me, so I didn't have to worry about that. However, the income I had expected from teaching that week was now something I had to get by without.

This was bad news, since I had already included the money in my budget. It was a fair sum of 4000 kr [c. $600 USD] that slipped from my fingers like a fart in the wind, and now I had to buy even more food, which I made my first priority. I hadn't expected to be home for another four days and now it wasn't just about me, either. Andy was there too. I could've survived by drinking tap water and eating plain pasta or rice.

But I can't serve something like that to Andy!

So, I went shopping for groceries in a supermarket far away from our small city to minimize the risk of running into someone who had heard the rumour of what happened at Andy's school and brought him along with me. He had finally stopped crying but walked around in a zombie-like state, oblivious to everything that went on around him. More than once, I had to double back to find him. Finally I made him hold onto the cart as I wheeled it around the supermarket.

Andy's unwillingness to do anything other than breathe continued when we had arrived back at home. I had him sit at the dining table where I could monitor him while I cooked dinner. He didn't eat the food on the plate sitting in front of him, just used his fork to push a potato around.

"Andy, you need to stop playing with your food and eat it."

He didn't respond to my gentle request. Instead of yelling at him, I decided to feed him. He opened his mouth at the right times, chewed what went into it and swallowed seemingly without tasting what it was. He even ate the vegetables without the encouragement usually required.

When I was about to give him his bath, he pushed me back out of the bathroom. He locked the door and all I could do was stand there, listening to the sounds of my boy washing himself. When he reopened the door, some fifteen minutes later, he appeared dressed in his pajamas. His hair was still slightly damp, but he had used the blow drier.

"Andy, you forgot something," I told him.

"No, I didn't!"

He hadn't diapered himself. I could clearly see his pajama bottoms hugging his buttocks, I had secretly longed for the day when he could dress like that. When he no longer needed his night-time diapers. However, I just knew he wasn't ready for it and I tried to prevent my son from experiencing yet another blow to his self-esteem.

"Dad, I'm not a baby anymore," he told me.

"You aren't a baby, but you do wet your bed and I really think you should put on a diaper."

"I'm not going to wet my bed again! I will never wear a diaper for the rest of my life!"

He walked around me, got into bed and demonstratively started reading one of my old Donald Duck comic books. I got the message; since Andy was now no longer a baby who needed diapering, he was also too old for bedtime stories. I told him goodnight from where I stood in the doorway and closed his door increasingly slower the closer it got to finally shutting. Desperately hoping for my son to change his mind. He was just too stubborn. I sighed as I stood there, resting my forehead against the door to his bedroom.

***

After a cigarette mostly burned up on its own, I went to sit in front of the computer. I had to find a new school for Andy. Even with the police and probably the school investigating the matter, I just couldn't imagine my son going back to Hill Valley Elementary. I didn't want him to face any kids who had either seen or heard of the movie clip of him sucking off John.

Locating another public school for Andy proved to be hard however, society had changed a lot since I went to school myself. In order to save money, the government had shut down pretty much all of the smaller local schools and amassed the pupils in much bigger and centralized schools.

As it turned out, the school Andy went to was the only public school in the small city we lived in. The nearest other public elementary school was some 25 km [c. 15 miles] from my house and either I or Michelle would have to take him there or have him use public transportation.

Our job schedules prevented us from being able to both drive him to school in the mornings and pick him up in the afternoons. I could possibly work it out so I'd be able to get him there on time or pick him up, but not both.

Even though Andy isn't a baby, he just isn't old enough to travel so far on his own.

I dismissed the idea of enrolling him in another public school and turned my attention to private schools. There were a couple of those within reasonable distance. One was a religious-orientated school and after reading their mission statement and ideals, I quickly navigated away from their web site.

Then I happened to enter the web site of a rather small independent school. The web site didn't look very impressing or appealing to me, it looked like it had been designed by someone who only knew very basic, and old-styled, HTML coding. I managed to look beyond that and followed a link to their picture galleries.

While I browsed through the pictures I couldn't help but notice the looks of pure happiness on the faces of both kids and adults. Most of the pictures were action shots with genuine expressions, not the faked smiles seen in portraits. The furniture in the classrooms and the buildings themselves looked worn, but not alarmingly so. I bookmarked the site and turned off the computer, with the intention of calling the school the following morning.

Before I went to bed, I checked in on my little guy. He had fallen asleep and had forgotten to turn off his bed lamp. I debated with myself whether or not I should slip a diaper on him while he slept, but chose not to.

Maybe miracles do happen.

It would be nothing short of a miracle if Andy should wake up in a dry bed in the morning. And even if he'd wake up wet, it would be a miracle if he finally realized his old man did know a thing or two. That sometimes it's just better to listen to advice.

***

Unfortunately, none of the two miracles happened, Andy woke up wet and miserable.

"Daddy, I thought if I just wanted it bad enough it would happen."

At least it had made him start talking again, even if it was in a whiny voice. He sat in the tub while I fed the washer the wet linen from his bed and his pajamas. After breakfast I sent him into the backyard to entertain himself while I made a call to the school I had located the previous night. I arranged a meeting with them, the very same day. It left just enough time for my parents to arrive, before I had to leave for the meeting.

I called them just after I had talked to the school. Fortunately they didn't have any plans, well, none that couldn't be postponed, and they agreed to watch Andy while I went and talked to the principal at the new school. I didn't bring Andy for that meeting, this was one of those times he simply had to accept I knew better than him and held the power to make decisions on his behalf.

At the meeting I told the principal and the teacher for the preschool class why I was looking for a new school for Andy. I didn't go into any specifics regarding the movie clip, just explained how he had filmed himself and a friend in a very private moment. They weren't interested in what had happened, it was more important to them why I came alone, they had expected both parents to come see the place and talk to them.

"I actually haven't had the time to speak to Michelle about all of this yet. It's clearly the best for Andy though, and I'll talk to her later today."

I had talked to her, as it was her week with Andy after all. We just hadn't talked much, certainly not about relocating him to another school. That was a conversation waiting to be had, much like a volcano waiting to erupt. Not so much Andy going to a new school, but the reason for it. All she knew at the time was he had been in a fight at school and wanted to be with me for the time being.

The rest, well, that was waiting to blow up.

The teacher brought me to her classroom and let me sit in so I could experience how they did things there. I liked what I saw, there were only 13 pupils in the class and they settled right down when told to. Of course, some of the kids were curious of me sitting there in the back of their classroom. When the teacher started doing her job, all of them turned their attention to her. All, but one little girl who kept glancing back at me.

I concluded my visit by talking to the principal again. He gave me a bit of paperwork we had to sign and return by the following Monday, if Michelle agreed to Andy's transfer, that is.

When I returned home, I had a talk with my mom while my dad played with Andy in his room.

"Mom, can you watch Andy for a few hours this afternoon, I really must talk to Michelle," I told her.

She told me not to worry, they'd take him to a museum, then treat him dinner before returning him for the night. With that settled, I sent Michelle a text, asking her if she had time to talk for a while after work.

If it can't be any different.

That was her reply. She taking it so lightly really ticked me off and I had to remind myself she didn't know all of it.

My parents left with Andy about half an hour prior to my sit down with Michelle. I tried to come up with an agenda, it seemed easier to just follow a script rather than having to make it up as we talked. When Michelle arrived to my house, I knew exactly what I wanted to say and in what order it had be done. As per usual, things didn't really work out as planned. She refused to believe me when I told her what had been on Andy's phone.

***

"Just who the hell would Andy be giving a blowjob?" she demanded to know as I finally had made it clear that I wasn't lying.

"That really shouldn't be so damned hard to guess," I told her.

"John?"

"I think so, it was a circumcised dick he was sucking on."

"Yeah, I'm sure you would be the one to know all about John's cock," she looked disgustedly at me.

"Right, as if they haven't ever been playing naked at your house," I shot back.

"I'd never allow them to have sex with each other in my house!"

"It isn't as if they fucking asked for my permission to do that."

They hadn't. They had only asked why certain things felt nice and if I could teach them more. Well, John had in fact once asked me if it was okay to do stuff. But, that wasn't so important then.

"You never knew, even suspected they were doing something like that?" Michelle prodded me.

"They're boys, Michelle! Every single boy on the planet has probably done something like that. If you remember, Andy did it with that kid, what's his name, the one he met on the playground."

"Michael?"

"Yeah, Michael. The only difference is he didn't own a fucking cellphone with a bloody camera in it back then!"

"So, now it's my father's fault! That's so fucking typical of you, Teddy! Always blaming everyone but yourself."

"I'm not blaming anyone! I'm only trying to come up with a solution now."

We carried on for a while like that, but eventually she signed the papers that effectively moved Andy from the public school system to the private system.

"The added costs come out of your pocket, Teddy!"

Right, like I had a tree in the backyard I could just go pick money from when I needed it. My job did pay fairly well, but I had accumulated quite some debt in my younger years. It had been easy back then, the bank literally threw money at me and issued me with a credit limit of 8,000 kr [$1,500]. That had only been the beginning, as I got close to the limit it was raised. And then raised again and again. Until my balance reached -80,000 kr [-$12,000] and the onset of the global depression set in.

All of a sudden the bank wouldn't lend me more money, but kept demanding I'd pay back what I owed them. Raising money for the down-payment on the house hadn't been easy either. I finally managed to get them, but now had two different loans plus the rest of the mortgage on the house to pay off. The interest alone was pretty much draining my bank account as soon as my salary went into it.

Still, I figured I'd find a way to cover the added expense. I had somehow always managed to keep my head above water.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

Chapter 35
Starting over

I spent the rest of the week home with Andy and by Friday I gently started preparing him for going back to school.

"Daddy, I don't want to go school ever again," he told me.

"Tiger, all children in Denmark has to go to school for at least nine years."

"But I'm not going to. You can't make me."

"Andy, you're going back to school and that's final! I've found another school for you. One with very nice teachers and very friendly kids."

"They were only friendly 'cuz you're a grown-up!"

"I don't think so. Either way, you'll see for yourself on Monday."

"No, I won't."

"Andy! I know what happened to you at Hill Valley. It won't happen again. No one at your new school knows anything about what happened."

"They know or they'll find out."

That was about as far as we got that Friday evening. Again, he went by the evening rituals on his own, yet again leaving the diaper, I had put on the counter for him, untouched. Saturday morning he found himself just as wet as the previous mornings. Andy was by far more miserable. He woke me early, crying.

I was removing the soaked bedding and duvet from his bed while he watched, when he started talking.

"Daddy, I don't wanna be a baby no more. Only babies pee their bed. Daddy, please make me stop peeing my bed."

I sent him to the bathroom to wash himself, he had been standing there naked, shivering slightly.

After I had made Andy's bed with clean and dry bedding, I went to the bathroom and found him wiping himself off with a towel.

"Tiger, it isn't just babies who have accidents. A lot of kids have accidents like you. Most stop when they get older."

I don't know if my words had the effect on him that I was hoping for. I wanted him to be at ease, to just accept the fact he couldn't sleep through the night without emptying his bladder. But he didn't want to accept it and kept asking me to help him. So, I sat in front of the computer with him on my lap.

We looked at web sites claiming to know what to do to stop someone from wetting their bed. All of them stated that childhood bedwetting isn't an unusual problem, even for kids as old as 12. I found a site made for children, explaining things in easily understandable terms.

Andy struggled to read the words on the screen. He knew the letters of the alphabet and could read very simple sentences, but the site was targeting kids older than him. I helped him with the harder words and slowly we worked our way through the wealth of information. I think he was relieved to know he was far from the only one wetting his bed at his age.

Nevertheless, he still wanted to stop doing it.

We read about fluid restrictions, how to let him drink all he wanted until 6 PM and from then until the next morning nothing at all. He complained about being thirsty by 8 PM and I had to remind him he couldn't have anything to drink according to the plan. It didn't work, Sunday he woke up wet again. Not nearly as wet as the previous days, but still wet.

***

Sunday evening he didn't want to go to bed at the time I told him to. He still didn't want to go back to school and tried to avoid it by staying up late. I did what I could to convince him to go to bed.

I tried reasoning with him at first, then ordered him to bed. He went to his room, but when I checked up on him ten minutes later, he was playing with his cars on the floor. I pulled out a bigger weapon and threatened to spank him if he didn't go to bed right at that moment. He still refused. Nothing is worse than an empty threat and I gave him to the count of three, and still he stoically ignored me and made increasingly louder noises of engine sounds and wheels screeching.

I picked him up from the floor.

Now the screeching coming from him was from panic and objection to what was about to take place. I managed to ignore him, much like he had ignored me. I put him over one of my knees, used my other leg to pin down those of his, forced his arms around his back and held him tight. I yanked his pajamas bottoms down, baring his buttocks. He tensed them as he tried to kick at me and free himself from my grip.

He was no match to my adult strength. He was, after all, only seven years old.

I landed five hard smacks on his upturned buttocks, keeping myself under control. I wanted him to understand I was fed up with his behaviour, but I didn't want to beat him senseless while doing so. Still, the smacks landed with enough force to both redden his buttocks and hurt him. I had him stand between my knees, and even though he tried to avoid it I hugged him tight.

He blubbered that he was sorry, while sniffling.

"Andy, I know you don't like the fact that you have to go to school tomorrow. I know you're afraid of what might happen. But, I promise you, I'll always be here to help you." I explained, then paused to hear what he said, then continued, "Yes, your bum hurts now, I know that too, it wouldn't be hurting if you had just gone to bed like I told you to."

He still cried but less by the time I had finished telling him that.

"Now, I want you to get into your bed and try to get some sleep. Don't worry so much about what will happen tomorrow or in the future. We can get through anything, you and me, together."

I gave him a kiss goodnight after tucking him in. I don't think the spanking was what helped him fall asleep, but I'm sure it did give him something else to think about rather than worry about school and the new kids he was going to meet.

I woke him later that night and had him pee in the toilet, although I think he was pretty much sleeping through it all.

***

Monday morning I hoped to find him completely dry, but no. He had wet himself, yet again. I had truly wanted him to experience a dry morning, especially this morning when he was officially transferred to his new school.

He was, to put it very mildly, grumpy when I woke him. He was still pretty much asleep when he tried to eat his cereal and didn't offer any assistance while I brushed his teeth for him and brushed his hair. It was only when we got into the car he finally started waking up. He looked out the side window deep in thought, then turned his head and caught my eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"What do I say if they ask me why I changed schools?"

"If I was you, I'd say I was bullied and that I'm hoping to make a lot of good friends now."

"You think they'll want to be friends with me?"

"If they won't, they will be the ones missing out. You're a good kid, Andy. Just be the friendly and helpful little guy I know you are. Then everybody will want to be your friend."

We arrived at the school half an hour later than everyone else as that was what I had been told to do. I led him to his class, knocked on the door and opened it when the teacher told me to enter.

"Good morning Andy. Welcome to our class," all thirteen kids chorused. I ushered my boy in through the door after telling him I'd be there to pick him up later.

I left him there, hoping and wishfully thinking that it would be a new beginning for my son.

***

I did hope for Andy to make new friends, but I hadn't forgotten about the one he had already. I was a bit worried since John hadn't been by our house at all that weekend, wondered if news of the incident had reached him and his parents. John had to be at school, it was Monday, but I knew where both of his parents worked. Lyle at his independent garage and Cheryl was a shop assistant in a clothes store. One that catered to large sized women of all things.

I didn't want to talk to Lyle about it. I remembered far too well how John told me his father had called him a pervert. I had always communicated more openly with Cheryl, anyway. I went in search for her, hoping the store wouldn't be too busy. I checked the clock on the dashboard of the car, it was just after 10, when most stores opened the doors for customers.

I parked my car in the street in front of Cheryl's work place and entered a store I never thought I'd ever set foot in.

She was hanging up dresses the size of small circus tents, making me silently wonder what a woman fitting into one of those would look like naked. Even the rapper who made that song "Baby got back" would have been in for way more than he could handle. Shuddering at the thought, I cleared my mind and throat, making my presence aware to Cheryl who hadn't yet noticed me. She turned to face me.

"Oh, hi Teddy. I don't think we have anything your size here," she said, smiling at me.

"Well, I'm not looking for a new dress. I'd like to talk to you, if you have a moment?"

Her smile stiffened and she led me to the storage room at the back of the store. There was a table with room for two in there, apparently where the assistants would eat their lunch and relax when there were no customers to help or circus tents to hang up on display.

"What's on your mind?" she asked when we were both sitting.

"Well, I don't know if you've heard, but there was some trouble with Andy and his cellphone at school last week," I said.

"Yes, I've heard. John told me some of it and Michelle explained the rest. It's awful something like that happened. How's Andy holding up?"

"It's been really bad. I just took him to another school hoping he'll survive the day. It's his first day back today."

"Poor thing. I sure hope it'll be better for him there."

We talked about trivial matters before I finally found the guts to downright ask if Andy was going to see John again.

"Oh Teddy. I know how close the boys are and how much John thinks of you. I've tried to talk some sense into Lyle, but he's being really hardheaded. He won't allow him to visit you again, I'm afraid."

"John told me about something happening to him when he went to kindergarten. That Lyle had a talk with him and called him a pervert?"

"Yes? Oh, yes he did. He was much too harsh on John if you ask me. I don't know why Lyle thinks it's such a big thing really."

"Will you support me, if I have a talk to Lyle? I mean, Andy has already went through so much, he shouldn't lose his best friend too."

"I don't know what I can possibly tell him. John has been very sad, he keeps telling me he wants to go and play with Andy or visit you. He isn't the same boy he used to be. I'll do whatever I can."

"Thanks, Cheryl. Do you think Lyle will be too busy to see me now?"

"If you ask that man, he's always too busy to talk to anyone, no matter what time of day it is. Now is as good a time as any."

I thanked her for the talk and got into my car. I had predicted it boiling down to this, but didn't look forward having to confront the bigoted man about this. I started the car and drove aimlessly around for a bit.

***

This is fucking ridiculous!

I turned the car around and headed towards the garage. I pulled up at Lyle's garage and went searching for him. It wasn't too difficult, his garage only had room for four cars, so it wasn't exactly the biggest place. He was in the middle of putting a tire on a rim. I waited for him to finish, then walked over to him.

"Hey, Lyle!" I called out, trying to make myself heard through the noise of a grinder one of his mechanics was using.

Lyle didn't want to shout, he pointed towards the open doors of the garage and met me outside.

"What do you want? Trouble with your car again?"

"Trouble yes, however not with my car," I said, then threw all caution to the wind and continued, "No, my trouble is with you!"

I could see Lyle try to puff himself up in front of me, "How so?"

"You're refusing John to play with my son."

"I'm not letting the little pervert play with your faggot son!"

I took a step back, readying my fist to fly through the air. And somehow managed to stop myself before I went too far.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" my voice bellowed through the air, "Did a guy try to rape you or something?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, but yes! Someone did try that, a lot of years ago!"

It was an older cousin of his, the details not really important, but it had left Lyle with the impression that any guy wanting to do stuff to another guy was sick and perverted. When I asked him what he thought of me, him knowing I'm gay, he had to admit I wasn't all bad. But, he thought I had somehow influenced his son to let himself be sucked off by Andy.

"You're crazy, Lyle. I didn't even know John when he went to kindergarten. If, and that's a very big if, if he is gay, I had nothing to do with that.

"Listen, I'm bloody sorry of what your cousin tried to do to you. That's no way for anyone to behave, gay or straight. Andy and John are still small boys, though. What they may do to each other now isn't done for the same reasons as you or I have sex. For them it's just a game, nothing but childish curiosity, getting to understand their bodies."

"I still don't like it," Lyle said.

"Do you seriously think you can stop John from doing what he wants?" I asked, adding "Unless you lock him up for life, he'll sooner or later do it again."

"Well…"

I interrupted him, "Wouldn't you prefer him to do it with Andy rather than perhaps Jane? At least, Andy wants to play the same games. John could have forced himself on Jane or someone else to do what he wants. Just like your cousin did to you."

"Uh…"

"Or maybe you want for John to turn into your cousin?"

"No!"

"I know you don't like the idea of John maybe growing up to be gay, but put your own fears aside. Bury your dreams for John, you can't force him to live his life the way you want him to. You'll only end up making him resent you."

We carried on for an hour like this, at the end he finally agreed to let John continue to be friends with Andy if he wanted to. Oh, he also threatened to kill me, if he ever found out I was molesting John.

Well, you'll have to find out first, won't you? Besides, can you really call it molesting if John truly wants me to?

***

I left Lyle's garage, feeling like I could walk on clouds. I celebrated by eating lunch at BK, a rare treat, then picked up Andy at 1 PM. He was playing with two kids when I entered the school courtyard, a boy and the little girl who had studied me when I had been sitting in during class.

"Hi daddy," he greeted me.

"Hi Tiger. Who're your new friends?"

"This is Susan and that's Randall," he told me, then had me bend down so he could whisper loudly into my ear, "Randall wets his bed too."

I gasped and looked really surprised at Andy, "For real?"

"Uh-huh!" Andy nodded. I looked over at Randall, he was shuffling his foot in the dirt blushing a bit and looked shyly at me over the rim of his eyeglasses.

"But, Andy, you can't tell other people's secrets just like that."

"It's okay, he told me it isn't a secret," my son bubbled at me.

"Does everyone in your class know that you do too?" I asked.

"Nuh-uh. Only Randall and Susan."

Susan thought it necessary to inform me she didn't wet her bed, in fact she never had, at least not according to her. I didn't quite believe her, but let it slip. They were kids of some of the teachers at the school and were waiting for them, so they could go home.

As we drove home, Andy filled me in on his day. It had been a good day for him, once he was able to push his fears aside. He told me how Randall had sat next to him on the playground in the first recess and told him he wet his bed.

"Just like that," Andy said.

I'm fairly sure it was due to me having told his teacher about Andy still wetting his bed and how he was feeling mighty depressed about it. I still thank the preschool teacher at that school for doing what she did to put Andy more at ease about it.

***

Later in the evening, Andy allowed me to help him wash his body in the bathtub.

"Daddy, I'm not a baby any more, you know that, right?" he had asked me during dinner.

"I know Andy. You're seven years old. You're almost a grown-up man," I managed to say and still sound like I fully meant it.

"Aw daddeee," he objected.

"Okay, Tiger. No, you're not a baby, you haven't been a baby for around five years now."

"But," he started, then paused. I could see something was bothering him a great deal, "is it okay if I still want you to wash me and help me get ready for bed?"

"Tiger, I'll always want to help you. Even if you twenty years from now come and ask for me to help you, I will. With anything."

He grimaced at me, "I don't want to wear diapers when I'm twenty!"

"I hope you won't have to, but I wouldn't ever stop loving you, even if you did."

Andy's request for help didn't stop at simply bathing him nor fitting his diaper on him. No, he also insisted on me wanking him to a shuddering kiddy orgasm. Well, if you can call him thrusting his hips towards me while sporting a stiffy to be insisting. I didn't mind helping him with that either, not one bit.

Chapter 36
Picking up the pieces

Tuesday, Andy woke up having wet himself again, but this time the spillage was contained within his diaper. He only woke when I gently shook him, and was quite looking forward to going to school. I dropped him off on the way to work and promised I'd pick him up in the afternoon so we could go talk to the police about what they had found on his phone. Michelle would meet us at the police station.

Well, Andy flat out refused to say anything to the two police officers who kept asking him the same questions over and over, until Michelle finally stopped them. He didn't so much as look at them, just sat and fiddled with some of the toys in the room where the interview took place. Eventually the police reluctantly closed the case, though Andy never got his cellphone back.

What was worse, Andy didn't want to talk to Michelle about he had done with John, either. Which really pissed her off to no end. She turned her anger towards me, Wednesday evening.

"You fucking corrupted him," she told me.

Which I suppose I had, I just never expected him to do what he did.

"And it just had to happen now, of all times. You bloody idiot, Teddy!" She nearly screamed at me, "I'm fucking pregnant. I don't need this kind of shit right now."

That she was pregnant really came as a surprise to me. It was Hank who knocked her up this time, unlike me however, he had actually proposed to Michelle. They were expecting a baby girl. Andy would get a little sister, although from a different father. Michelle and Hank had talked about him adopting Andy, in turn making themselves into a happy little family. But, then the proverbial shit had hit the fan.

"You fucking ruined it, Teddy."

They were still going to get married, but Hank had lost interest in adopting Andy. In fact he turned out to be even worse than Lyle, when he told Michelle he never wanted to see him again.

"I'm not happy, Teddy, I'm really not. I love Hank so much. Andy, well he just sort of happened, you know, he was an accident, a downright mistake. I should've gotten an abortion back then."

I called Michelle a lot of things when she said that, much too harsh to repeat here.

"Well, you can have him, you know. Full time," she informed me, like Andy was just a piece of unwanted furniture.

"Okay, fine by me," I finally accepted, "But, you're telling him."

***

To say Michelle's decision to leave Andy for a guy caught me by surprise is a grave understatement. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined her going to do something like that. That she did abandon him gave me little time to fume over the fact she had originally planned to just take him away from me. I had to work hard to keep the anger at bay, there were so many things to deal with, and all of them seemed to happen at the same time.

Andy had only just started enjoying going to school again and didn't know his mom was busy cutting every single tie to him. I had made it very clear to Michelle she was going to be the one who explained why she'd leave him, but she wasn't in any hurry to tell him.

When Friday rolled along, he still thought he was going to her house for the next week. I cursed the woman and her fiancé. I honestly hoped they'd have something terrible happen to them, that their baby girl would be stillborn and Hank would turn out to be a wife beater. No matter what, the task of explaining to Andy how he was now living with only me fell to none other than yours truly.

"But daddy, I want to go to mom's house," he said after I had told him that he was to stay with me for the time being.

I took a deep breath, "Andy, you aren't going to Michelle's house," I got down on one knee, bringing my eyes level with his, "I don't know when or if you'll be able to go there again."

"I HATE YOU!" he shouted at me, ran to his room and slammed the door shut.

Obviously he thought it was me who had made the decision. I sighed and got back on my feet. I looked longingly at the shut door to Andy's bedroom. As I sadly shook my head and turned to walk into the living room, my eyes teared up. I only managed to walk the short distance to one of the chairs at the dining table. I had to sit, it seemed like all strength had left my body. I lowered my head and let it sink to rest on my arms.

Everything had been moving along nicely until that point. Andy had started trusting me again by wearing his diapers at night and he enjoyed going to school. John had visited the day before and they had played together.

Now it was back to square one and it was all Michelle's fault. There were now even larger obstacles blocking the road to recovery. I sat for an hour in silence. Well, near silence, I could hear some noises from Andy's bedroom, nothing severe enough for me to check what he did in there, though.

I went to have a smoke outside. I had only just lit it when I heard the very loud noise of a window breaking. It came from the other side of my house, where Andy's room was. I practically flew to his door and nearly kicked it in during my rush to find out what had taken place.

***

Andy's room was wrecked. I have no other words to describe the mayhem that met my eyes when I opened the door to his room. He had ripped the curtains from his bunk bed, turned them into tiny shreds and spread them all over the floor. The door to his cupboard that usually held most of his clothing hung askew, only attached by the lower hinge.

Most of his clothes had joined the shredded curtains on the floor. I saw a brand new pair of boxer shorts hanging from his ceiling lamp. The underwear had quite a few more holes in them than when they left the factory. His toys, many broken, were scattered all over. His window was broken, it had been the noise of it breaking I had heard. The wind from outside made the window drapes flap. Strangely, the drapes looked as if they had survived the battle unlike the glass of the window.

It looked like a bomb had went off inside his once so pristine looking bedroom. Now, it looked like a scene from a disaster movie. The lead character of that movie was lying face down on the bare mattress of his bed. I gingerly made my way towards him while I tried hard not to step on anything but failed miserably at it. There was simply too much debris on the floor.

After I realized that, I used my socked feet like little bulldozer blades, moving stuff out of the way. I sat on the mattress next to Andy. He moved, not to make space for me, but to get as far away from me as he could. I put my hand on his back and could feel the anger and hatred burning inside of him as his body literally shook from it. I'm not fully sure how I felt about what I took in. It was a mix of many things.

Primarily, I was amazed of how much my little boy, all of seven years old, had managed to destroy in a mere 60 minutes and with very little noise. I also felt relieved that he seemingly hadn't hurt himself in the process. Sadness, disappointment and a whole lot of anger were fleeting feelings too. The anger was directed towards Michelle and Hank, not Andy. I was quite disappointed with my son, but I hoped he didn't pick up on it as I fully understood why he had wrecked his room.

He didn't cry at the time, he was just staring at the wall, trying his best to ignore my presence. I caressed his back, moved my hand in large lazy ovals from his shoulder to his butt. After a few minutes of silence I asked him if he felt like lending me a hand picking up the mess he had made. When he continued to ignore me, I let out a small sigh and went to get a large plastic garbage bag. The type I usually put weeds and clippings in while gardening.

At first, Andy kept ignoring me while I picked up his room. Well, I sorted broken or ripped stuff from the things I thought were intact or could easily be put back together. It was quite a small pile of salvageable stuff compared to what I put into the bag. For every item I kept, two or three items went into the bag to be thrown out. I went about this task while I spoke softly to Andy.

"You know, you could've just told me you don't like Transformers any more," I said when I dug out one of the figures with parts ripped off of it. It looked like it was missing both an arm, a leg and the head, if that's what it was called anyway. "Some other kid might have enjoyed playing with this."

I kept my voice light and refrained from mocking or lecturing Andy, not too much at least. Finally he turned his head to look at what I was doing. I told him I was about to go get the broom and dustpan and throw out everything that lay on the floor, regardless of it being clothes or toys. Reluctantly he joined me in order to save his precious Lego Technics pieces from ending up in the plastic bag. Being a typical boy, he was more worried of losing his toys than his clothes.

Fortunately there wasn't much broken glass inside his room, most of that was outside. He had thrown a fist-sized rock, not just at, but through the double-layered panes of glass. The rock had left quite a big rough shaped hole with several cracks leading towards the edges of the window from the hole. It was too late to get someone out to replace the glass, so I had to tape it up myself. The temporary patch had to suffice until the window could be replaced.

***

It was only after we had finally picked up his room and were eating dinner, he showed a bit of remorse of what he had done.

"I dunno why I went nuts," he told me.

"I think you were extremely frustrated and just didn't know what to do?"

He nodded solemnly to my question.

"Well, if you ever feel like that in the future, please try to talk to me about it, okay?"

He sighed heavily then said, "It just isn't fair! Why me? Why does every one want to hurt me?"

"Tiger… Andy, I don't want to hurt you. John doesn't want to hurt you. Your new friends at school don't want to hurt you. A lot of people only want you to be happy."

"Michelle hurt me," he said in a firm voice, "When will you hurt me?"

"Michelle is still your mom, son! Don't hold your breath waiting for me to hurt you, it won't happen any time soon."

"Michelle's no longer my mom!" he said still trying to act tough.

"Why don't she want me any more?" His voice changed when he asked me that. Signs of the real Andy shone through the tough, but fake facade.

"I don't know, Andy. I really don't. She didn't tell me why."

Okay, I knew why, but I didn't tell him. I was worried he was too young to understand. Hell, even I couldn't fully understand her reasons.

Chapter 37
Life goes on

Even if Michelle had told me she didn't want anything to do with Andy, I made damned sure she wouldn't forget him. I went to the family section of the county and told them I wanted sole custody of Andy. I told them the reason for it, Michelle had chosen to abandon our son and pursue a life for herself with little interest as to what would happen to him. I also filed for child support, which was my right as a single parent since Michelle was out of the picture.

All of this was something Andy didn't know about. He was never involved in this rather important part of negotiating his future. He was too young to have anything to say in the eyes of the law. It took some time, but eventually, I got pretty much what I wanted and what I thought would be best for Andy. Michelle was left with visitation rights that allowed her to spend time with Andy for exactly six hours every other Saturday.

She felt it was extremely unfair that she had to pay child support to me, but was reminded by the clerk from the county that it was money to her son, not me.

The county also ordered her to hand over any and all items belonging to Andy to me. One morning not so long afterwards I woke up to find two large black garbage bags full clothes and toys outside my front door. I don't know if they had been sitting there overnight or just for a few hours, but it was Andy's stuff. When Andy saw what it was, he ever so quietly started crying. He hadn't fully believed Michelle wanted him out of her life. But the two bags, well, they were evidence that he couldn't easily ignore.

He didn't have another mental breakdown, I think he realised just how much of his stuff he had destroyed the last time. The fact that his mother left him, scarred my sweet little boy though. He craved for my attention and always sought confirmation of me never going to leave him.

When I told him I could never hurt him like Michelle had, that I loved him far too much to cause him so much pain he looked at me.

"Daddy, it hurts when you spank me," he told me seriously.

"I know, but I only do that because I love you."

"Your love sure hurts a lot."

I spent a good twenty minutes explaining that sometimes parents need to discipline their children. That I only ever resorted to spanking him when all else had failed.

"Andy, sometimes your skull is just too thick for my words to reach your brain. Then I have to spank you, sometimes it's the only way to get you to listen."

I made sure he understood that even though I'd never deliberately hurt him like his mother had done, I would still spank him if he misbehaved beyond a certain point. We came to an agreement right then, he'd do his best to listen to me. I promised to give him a chance of voicing his concerns, but if I deemed it necessary I would discipline him any way I saw fit. Fortunately, the times I had to spank him drastically decreased in numbers from then onwards.

***

John quickly pushed himself into our lives again. It wasn't that we didn't welcome him with open arms, we had both missed him a lot when he hadn't been around, but for different reasons, I'm sure. He still wanted me to stick-it-in-his-butt, but it was easier said than done. Andy was home with me all the time now, at least when John was able to come around. Neither one of us wanted Andy to find out I fucked his best friend's ass.

John didn't want Andy to think he was weird for wanting to be fucked and I didn't want Andy to get jealous of John receiving a different kind of attention than I gave him.

However, John started spending one entire weekend with us every month with the blessing of his parents. Those weekends, he stayed up far later than Andy and got fucked to both his and my satisfaction. The other three weekends of the month, he was allowed to stay over from Friday afternoon to Saturday afternoon. Those nights, he slept with an increasingly larger butt plug buried in his boy hole.

That kept the itch he had developed in his ass at bay and he sucked my prick after I plugged his hole. He swallowed my sperm when I came, much to Andy's disgust. I think part of the reason for John swallowing my sperm was to observe Andy's reactions to it. I think he also took pride in doing something Andy swore he'd never do. John probably thought it made him the more grown-up of the two boys.

Because, and make no mistake about this, the boys competed for my approval. It didn't matter that I told them I had more than enough love for the both of them. They still felt the need to arise before me as the victor of one thing or another. I'm not sure why they bothered doing it since I never treated them any differently, regardless of who won their boyish games.

At least until one day, when I overheard them establish the rules for a new game. Not the rules for how the game was to be won, I didn't hear that, I didn't really pay attention to their boyish conversation until I heard Andy dictate what the loser would have to do.

"The dirty loser has to suck my daddy's dick until he gets his super tickles inside his mouth. And then the dirty loser has to show the winner he has the yucky stuff in his mouth, and then the dirty loser has to swallow all of it."

That's when I started paying attention. I knew Andy had to have felt mighty confident of his own chances of winning. Either that, or he was looking for an excuse to finally get a taste of my sperm. More precisely, have no option but to do so, in case he chickened out.

When I had them explain the game they were going to play, I just knew it had to be because Andy had gotten curious. They'd each select one card from a deck of cards. The one with the highest card won. If the cards were equal, they'd each draw another card until a winner had been declared.

There was a 50-50 chance of winning, unless one of them knew how to pack cards. I stepped in, deciding to do away with that risk. I shuffled the cards and spread them out on the floor in front of the boys, and moved all 52 cards around on the floor. Now, the boys had no way of telling which card they'd draw. Unless one of them had marked the cards. They weren't professional poker players though, both were small boys, one now eight and the other still seven years old.

The first time they played the game, John drew the losing card.

To this day, I'm still not sure what Andy felt when he realized he had won the game. At first he looked like he had been the one losing, then suddenly, as if he had just remembered he had to look happy to play the part of the winner, his face lit up. I had to degrade myself in front of the boys, first by allowing my trousers to be lowered then my underwear. And finally be sucked to conclusion by John while Andy closely observed what was going on.

Afterwards, still with trousers and underwear down by my ankles, I was subjected to the look of John opening his mouth, showing Andy the sperm I had shot into it. Only to see him making a huge deal of swallowing it and opening his mouth yet again to have it inspected by Andy.

Yeah, sometimes life as a single dad is extremely cumbersome. But, it did have moments of true delightfulness in it as well.

***

Like the next day, when the boys decided to have a rematch. Exactly the same thing happened, John lost again. This time, Andy couldn't fake being happy. John saw what I saw, and after a quick look at me, seeking approval, he spoke.

"You little stinky cheater, Andy! You peeked at the first card 'fore taking another!"

Oh, Andy sure wasn't below cheating, but this wasn't one of the times when he had tried to. I'm fairly sure if he had tried to, he would've made sure to lose the game. So he could finally get to taste cum without John or I being able to accuse him of anything.

I need to make one thing perfectly clear here, even though Andy could be manipulated into doing things he absolutely didn't want to do, neither John nor I had done anything to get Andy more involved in sex with me. I was quite happy with having sex with John.

Yes, I was delighted whenever Andy chose to jerk me off and briefly suck on the head of my dick when he was certain none of the foul stuff would pump into his mouth. But, I'd never try to persuade my son into doing things of a sexual nature. That's where I drew the line, it had to be his own choice.

Andy had come up with the rules of the card game with no help from me or John and I could see only one reason for it. That's why I let John say what he did.

The boys immediately started bickering. I ended it, by having them draw another card. I don't know the odds of it, but they both ended up with a jack, albeit from different suits. So they each drew another one. This time John went first, and turned his chosen card. It was the six of spades.

It sure looked like I had to endure another blow job from John. Andy knew it was a slight chance he had. I could tell from his facial expression. He turned his card. It was the four of hearts.

Andy lost the game, but the way he behaved made it look like he had won. At first, at least; then he gulped, realising what was now expected of him. I nearly called the whole thing off, but then my son looked up at me.

"Take 'em off, daddy," he said.

While I unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, Andy got up on his knees and shuffled closer, spreading the cards while he approached me. He came to a stop right in front of me, my dick hovering before his face. He had no problems opening his mouth and quickly suck my dick into it. His technique was similar to John's, but he lacked the expertise. It was actually unfair to Andy to compare him to John. John had by then gotten quite skilled at sucking my dick.

My dick was, as I'm sure I've told you before, somewhat bigger than that of John's. Which was only natural, John still had some years to go before his dick would grow like it had been hit with an ample dosage of fertilizer. But, the difference in size meant Andy had to go about sucking me off differently than when he sucked off John.

The thought of Andy finally swallowing my little baby makers, a deed he had on numerous occasions said he'd never do, helped me towards my climax. A seven years old kid was kneeling in front of me, doing his best to get my sperm to shoot into his mouth. If that wasn't enough, the thought of him being my son, knowing just how big a taboo people thought it was to have sex with your own offspring, brought it all to another dimension. Well, it wasn't just a taboo, but a highly illegal act, which only added to my thrill.

Andy nearly jerked his head back when the first shot of sperm entered his mouth. He quickly pulled himself together maintaining a gentle sucking action on just the very end of my dick head. His lips sat firmly lodged around halfway down the glans. He looked up at me, as if waiting for me to tell him it was safe to move off my dick. As he didn't hold onto my dick with his hands, I used two of my fingers to milk it a couple of times. Making sure he got every drop of my sperm into his mouth.

"Andy, when you let go of my dick, let me see inside your mouth before you show John, okay?" I asked him.

He nodded, then opened his mouth wide so I could see what I had pumped into it. It was hard to tell which was what, saliva or sperm. He had a decent mouthful however. I wasn't allowed a prolonged look at it, since he was scrunching up his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He showed all the signs of being disgusted of what was in his mouth. I quickly thanked him and he let John have a very short look into his mouth as well.

He swallowed a couple of times, pulled another face, then opened up to let both John and me see for ourselves that he had in fact swallowed all of it.

"Daddy, can I please have some milk," he asked after we were done inspecting his mouth.

You just had some!

I knew it was cow's milk he wanted. It sounded like a good idea to me, it would probably help settle his stomach right down.

"Sure, you want cocoa in it?"

"No, just milk."

John didn't want anything to drink, he politely refused my offer. After Andy had finished his glass of milk, the boys let me watch as John sucked Andy off.

This marked the beginning of a new era, the boys no longer played their secret games in Andy's bedroom behind a shut door, but more openly enjoyed themselves throughout the house as well as in the backyard. However, when they started fiddling with each other's dinks at the dinner table, I quickly stopped them before it could evolve into something more.

***

I've made it sound like everything was now back on track, as if life couldn't have been any sweeter. While that is true in some aspects of our lives, it certainly wasn't in all aspects. One of the reasons for that was just two houses over from mine. It was an almost daily reminder of what life had once been to both Andy and I. Though Michelle didn't live there any more, she still owned the house.

I think it happened four months after the garbage bags with Andy's stuff appeared on my doorstep.

"There's a sign in Michelle's front yard," Andy told me when he returned home from one of his rare visits to John's house.

I kind of knew what that meant, but went to see for myself. When I got closer to her house, I could see the sign. Andy pointed it out to me, just in case I had missed it. It was a for sale sign. I'm not sure who took it worse, but I suspect it was Andy. If the two bags of clothes and toys hadn't been proof enough, that sign was. It proved to Andy that his mother didn't love him enough to want to live anywhere near him.

He tried to act like it wasn't a big deal to him but he didn't do a convincing job of it.

I found him sitting on his swing in the backyard. It was in the middle of November, much too cold for him to sit outside without his winter jacket. I saw him as I went out in the yard, I wanted to sit and chill with a cigarette. I thought of leaving him alone, but couldn't just let him sit like that. When I got back out and walked to him, I noticed he was shivering as he sat there. He didn't want to put on his jacket, let alone his mittens and warm hat I had brought with me.

In the end, I put the outer clothing on him. I didn't mind him wanting to have some time alone, but obviously I didn't want him to get sick from it.

"If you want to talk, I'm here for you," I let him know, before I left him to do what I had wanted to when I first saw him.

While I smoked my cigarette I watched him. He sat very still on his swing. If he did move about, I didn't notice. If not for the colours of his clothing and his bright pink cheeks, he could have been the perfect bronze sculpture of a boy on his swing.

***

He didn't come running when I told him dinner was ready. The light of day had turned into darkness not long after I left him out there. The temperature had dropped considerably too. It wasn't exactly freezing, but the chill factor of the brisk late autumn wind made it feel like it. I went out to the swing set, thinking he might have run off, but found him still sitting on the swing. This time I gave him no choice and hefted him into my arms before walking back to the house.

He certainly was no longer a baby, he weighed far too much for that, still I was able to carry him the short distance into the house with relative ease. It wasn't until I got his jacket off that I noticed just how chilled he was. He was downright cold to the touch. I let the food sit on the table, no longer feeling hungry, and brought him into the bathroom.

As the tub filled with lukewarm water I undressed my son. I don't think he did it deliberately but he really scared me. He just stood there silently as I turned on both taps of the bathtub faucet. I studied him while I waited for the water to rise a bit in the tub. It was like his brain had just shut off. Well, he was still breathing, so there had to be someone home in the penthouse of his body. The lights were at least on, but it wasn't exactly a dance party going on up there.

His shivers had gotten worse, so by the time I got him out of his jeans and jumper, I just plonked him into the tub. He still had on his undershirt, underwear and socks. As he sat there, I shut off the cold water tap.

The water coming out of the faucet was now hot enough to scald, but it went in to the tub at the opposite end to where Andy sat. It mixed with the somewhat cooler water already in the tub, only slowly rising the overall temperature of the water. I kept checking the temperature while I poured water onto the parts of his body that weren't covered by water.

I blamed myself for letting him sit out there for so long. And in that weather. If he got sick, I was the one responsible for it.

I'm meant to take care of him, help him grow up. Not bloody kill him.

As the water level rose, far higher than I had ever let it get to when bathing Andy, so did the temperature of the water. In the end I turned on the cold water as well, I only wanted to warm him, not boil him. The shivers rippling through his body decreased but then his teeth started clattering. When both had come to a complete stop and didn't reappear, I drained the water from the tub. He stood up when asked to and managed to stay on his feet while I first undressed him and then towelled his body.

***

I was blow-drying his hair while brushing it when he finally said something. I couldn't make out the words through the noise from the blow-dryer though.

"What did you say, Andy?" I asked when I got it turned off.

"She's really gone now, isn't she?"

"Yes, I'm sorry but she left a long time ago."

"She left me because I was a very bad boy."

He pronounced every word perfectly, though very softly. I didn't realize it at the time, but as I think of the moment now, I remember.

"Tiger, you never did anything wrong. The kid who took your phone, he's the one who did something wrong."

It took a life-time of trying to convince Andy he wasn't the one to blame for any of it. I told him it probably wasn't the smartest move to film himself while sucking off John, but it wasn't a crime. How some people thought it was disgusting to do something like that, but they really should keep their opinions to themselves. Nobody had forced the kid to watch the video clip, he could have just turned it off.

I told him his mother still loved him, but it was Hank who didn't like what he had done.

"She never loved me."

"She does love you, Andy. But, she loves Hank more than you. I hope she'll regret that decision for the rest of her life, but I can't force her to change her mind. No matter how much I want to."

Even if Andy told me he didn't care for her love any more, I know he lied about it. We all need to feel loved and when it's taken away from us, it's like a little part of us withers away and dies. We can try to find love somewhere else to substitute it, but things will never be the same as they once were.

The food on the table was all but forgotten, it had long since gotten cold. My stomach made me aware that dinnertime had come and gone, but somehow I hadn't fed it. I didn't feel like reheating the food, so I threw it out and found some chicken soup in the freezer. I heated that in the microwave oven. Andy ate only a little of what I placed in front of him, but I didn't force him to eat more, if he got hungry overnight, he would just have to eat more at breakfast.

I tucked him in not long after I had finished eating, I had put him in his diaper after the warm bath I gave him so he was ready to go. After swearing I wasn't going to leave him too, I kissed him goodnight and shut the door. Normally it was enough with a promise of being there for him in the morning, but that night he made me swear an oath. I had a hard time falling asleep myself, more than once I got out of bed to silently check in on him.

***

I woke him gently the next morning and he greeted me in a raspy, hoarse voice that caught both of us by surprise. He coughed and told me he didn't feel well.

I touched his forehead with the back of my hand. It felt a bit hot, but it could have been from him sleeping under the heavy covers, wearing a thick onesie pajamas and of course his diapers. Just to make sure, I went to get the thermometer.

"No! Daddeee," Andy immediately protested when he saw the thermometer and the small tin of petroleum jelly I always used to lube it up with.

I held my ground, ignored his objections and managed to work the zipper in his onesie down. He surrendered then, allowed me to pull his arms out of the sleeves so I could slide the upper part of his onesie down over his bum. I undid one of the taps holding his diaper around his body and bared enough of his bum to be able to gently spread his buttocks and sink in the thermometer to where it had to sit for half a minute. I held it there, comforting the boy it had been stuck into by caressing his back.

I could see the digits changing on the display as the tip of the thermometer warmed to the temperature inside Andy's bum. It didn't take long at all before it beeped (the thermometer, not his bum) indicating that it was done. The display read 38.8C [101.8F] and I handed it over to Andy when he requested to see. He was running a fever, but not one that required medical attention.

"Well, Andy, looks like you're not going to school today."

"Aww, man!"

It sounded funny coming out in his raspy voice. I wasn't surprised by his words though. He fully enjoyed his new school. As he damned well should, it was fairly expensive, but some of the cost was covered by the state. At least the level of education was worth it, along with other perks like the kids being able to select a fruit to eat in every recess and a hot lunch. It made my life a little easier not having to prepare lunch for Andy, though I would've gladly kept doing so, if all of the other crap hadn't taken place.

But, our lives would've still changed one way or another. If he hadn't gotten into the fight at school, Michelle and I would have ended up fighting over who'd get Andy. It probably makes me sound terribly selfish when I say I prefer what actually happened than to having Andy taken away from me. I can't help it however, I really do. All I needed for my life to be complete was a guy I could marry and share the responsibility of being a parent with.

I needed someone who I could trust and share my concerns with. At the same time, I didn't want to stop having sex with my boys. Yeah, I was starting to think of John as my boy too. Of course, he had his own parents but he also had me. Anyway, if I found a guy who'd move in with me, having sex with either of the kids would be extremely hard, if not downright impossible.

Instead, I turned to my parents when I had to be reinforced of what I was doing was the right thing. No, I didn't tell them about the sex I had with John and Andy. Of course not. I'd talk to them about my concerns with parenting, discipline and food. One way or another they had managed to bring both me and my brother, Tom, into the world and mould us into what we had become.

***

Tom, yeah, I haven't really written a whole lot about him, I know that. We've never been close, but as grown-ups we could at least spend time in the same room without trying to kill each other. I just couldn't stand him for longer periods of time.

Our personalities are extremely different. He's super straight for one; he married Karen, yeah the girlfriend he had imagined sucking him off while stuffing his dick into my mouth against my will. We've never talked about it though, he seemed to have forgotten all about it. I hope someday I will too. Tom and Karen have two girls, 3 and 4 years older than Andy. They live in another part of the country, a four hours drive from where I live.

We never mingle, pretty much only see each other every other Christmas at our parent's house. Each time I see him, he's boasting about something new, like how he built his own house. Well, building a house is something to be proud of I suppose, but even the most trivial things could be turned into something that Tom would use to make himself look better than me. I just don't feel the need to flaunt my accomplishments in his face.

***

Anyway, I digress yet again. I stayed at home with Andy that day. I got him out of the wet diaper, cleaned him up a bit and put a new one on him. I knew he'd probably spend a lot of the day asleep and I didn't want to risk him having an accident. I called work, letting them know I was taking a day off, due to my kid being sick. Then called the school telling them Andy was sick. I told them it was likely just a cold and hoped he'd be back by Monday.

That day being Friday, John was supposed to arrive directly after school. I didn't know whether or not to cancel his visit that weekend, but it was the one full weekend when I had access to fuck him. Yes, Andy might have been sick, but if it was only a common cold, he'd just cough and sneeze for a couple of days. John might catch it from Andy, but kids got infected by other kids all of the time. I decided to let John make up his own mind.

Having nothing better to do with my time, I sat and played a strategy game on my computer. It was one of the Red Alert games, I'm afraid I've forgotten which one exactly, but it isn't so important either. Andy was out cold in his bed, well, wrong expression really, as he was quite hot with the fever, but at least he was sleeping. I left his door ajar, but the new curtains on his bunk bed helped block out the by then rising sun.

Just when I had built enough units to safely attack the enemy base, I heard him call out for me.

I paused the game and went to see what he wanted. He was thirsty, so I made him some tea and put a lot of honey in it. If I had a bottle of brandy, I would have spiced it up some, but I've never been much of a drinker. All I had was a couple of beers and Andy sure didn't like the taste of those.

"I hafta pee, daddy," he told me when I brought the mug of tea to him.

"Just do it in the diaper. It's why I put it on you," he made a face at me when I said that, "I know you aren't a baby, Tiger. Purposely peeing in a diaper won't turn you into one. John does it all of the time, you know he does."

I left him to think about that after putting the mug of tea on a chair within easy reach. Leaving the door ajar again, I went back to playing the game, giving Andy some privacy while he took care of business. When I checked in on him again, he had gone back to sleep, the mug now sitting empty on the chair. I let him sleep but took the mug and cleansed it before putting it into the dish washer.

He asked for more tea around lunch, but didn't want anything to eat. I put a fresh diaper on him, quite expecting him to go back to sleep. Shortly after I left his room, he came to the living room bringing his pillow and duvet. I tucked him in on the couch, loaded my new DVD player with his favorite movie and had lunch. He fell asleep on the couch sometimes during the movie. He woke when John rang the doorbell and seemed real happy to see him.

"Why are you in jammies now?" John asked him.

"I'm sick," Andy told him before erupting in a long coughing fit.

John scurried away from him and said, "don't pass your bugs to me!"

I made some chicken soup, it was about the time where the boys would demand a snack for the afternoon and I hoped I could coerce something more nutritious than tea into Andy. Even if I added plenty of honey to the tea, it wasn't something he'd be able to get by on for a longer period of time. John ate the soup, noisily slurping it from the spoon. It was a bit harder to convince Andy to start eating. He managed swallowing a few spoons of soup, then pushed the bowl away from him.

"I feel like throwing up," he objected to my wishes of him eating just a little more.

He didn't look queasy, still I didn't force him. He wanted to go back to bed and I helped him make it. I patted his cheek lovingly before leaving him to fall asleep.

***

John hadn't followed us to the bedroom, he sat at the table, waiting for me to return.

"I don't want to get sick," he told me, "please don't make me sleep in Andy's room tonight."

"Want to sleep in my bed instead?" I asked and smirked at him.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not sure if I can keep my hands off of you."

"That's okay."

"I might even accidently fuck you in the ass in the middle of the night."

"Cool."

"Speaking of fucking," I said and pointed at my groin, "I think my dick is hard."

My shameless flirting with John had indeed made my dick very hard.

He looked at me questionably.

I got up, moved closer to where he was sitting. Much closer.

"Mind helping a guy out here?" I asked.

He reached a hand out and stroked my dick through the sweatpants I was wearing. It was easily done, I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Want me to suck it," I heard him ask.

"That would be cool, but I was really hoping you'd let me stick it in your little bum."

"Now?"

He sounded alarmed. I had never fucked him during the day while Andy was home.

"Andy is sleeping," was all I had to say.

I checked to make sure of that after I had helped John flush out his ass. John could probably do it himself by then, but it was strangely erotic to fill him with water; preparing the little boy to be fucked by my dick was a big part of the experience for me. Andy seemed to be sleeping, I swear. He really was, when I looked in on him. He must have woken up, because suddenly the door to my bedroom opened and he walked in on us.

Now I know what my mom and dad must have felt when I walked in on them back then.

I hadn't been much older than Andy at the time, well I was eleven. I clearly remember it, I had been given permission to ride my bike to the lake I went swimming in with Casey back then. I had rode for about a kilometer when I realized I had forgotten to bring a book. Yeah, I was a bookworm then, still am. I turned around and headed home. Barged into my parents' bedroom and found my dad lying on top of my mom.

Awkward, that's how I felt, but I mumbled out an apology, grabbed whichever book was nearest from the large bookcase they had in the room. And fled the scene as quickly as I possible could. Now, I can still chuckle at the looks on their faces as they looked at me. At least they were both underneath the covers, so I wasn't scarred for life seeing their naked bodies.

My son, well he saw everything! Not that he hadn't seen it all before, he just hadn't seen me with my dick inside John's asshole.

"Are you fucking?" he asked us.

"Uh, yes, Tiger, we are."

"Oh," was all he managed to say before vomiting on my bedroom floor. It wasn't much, fortunately, but he certainly managed to turn my attention to him rather than John. I quickly pulled my dick from John's asshole, I heard him gasp at the rapid withdrawal. Grabbing hold of Andy, I lifted him up with a hand in both of his armpits and got him in front of the toilet. Just in time too. John came out of my bedroom, naked, to have a look at what went on.

His cheeks changed color, switched from looking flushed to ashen gray.

"John, put on your coat and go stand on the terrace for a minute. Now!"

Yeah, it was bloody cold outside, but the fresh air would hopefully prevent me from having to deal with two boys throwing up. John would get cold yes, wearing only his jacket and nothing else, but would hopefully keep the chicken soup inside his stomach.

Andy stopped retching, there hadn't been much of anything left in his belly. I wiped his face for him, then had him brush his teeth, while I found another pajamas for him. I put him back to bed, then went to tell John to come in and sit on the couch. It looked as if he'd pull through without barfing too. After cleaning up the mess on my bedroom floor, I opened the window in there along with one in the living room.

It got rather cold, but the draft soon did away with the horrid smell. I sat down next to John on the couch and pulled him close to me.

"Sorry, Buddy," I said quietly, "I never thought that would happen."

"Andy saw us."

"Yes."

"He'll kill me."

"I don't think so."

"Yes, he will. He told me he would if I ever did stuff with you without him."

That was exactly how he said it. Yeah, it took me some time to work it out as well.

"Buddy, Andy will not kill you. Oh, sure he might be mad at you. Right now though, he's probably too busy worrying about being sick."

"I'm so fucked," John just said.

Not fucked nearly enough, if you ask me.

My inner, annoying voice hadn't yet stopped talking to me, though it had been a while since the last time I had to listen to it.

"We'll find a way to work it out. Don't worry, Buddy."

He let the air from his lungs escape through his mouth in an exaggerated sigh.

"Can I get dressed now?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I think we better get some clothes on, the both of us."

***

Fortunately John didn't leave my house that afternoon. He actually spent the full weekend as per the agreement with his parents. I showed him how to play Red Alert. He only needed a little instruction, then got the hang of it quickly. It was mostly what things to research and what units he should build he needed my help for. I left him to play while I went to go check on Andy. He was awake, barely so, but managed to ask me to tell John that he really wasn't mad at him.

I stayed with him for half an hour, then went back to John. He had in the meantime built up a massive army of the same kind of infantry units. I'm not kidding, he had built so many that the game was lagging. Especially when he ordered every single one of them to move out. I expected a genocide; that the enemy, the computer, would certainly have a field day killing them off, one by one. But amazingly, John won that map.

He lost about 95% of the army he had built, but somehow proved the Lenin doctrine, if you just have more men than your enemy and you aren't afraid of your men being killed, you'll win the battle. It was only a game and John was just a kid, so I didn't lecture him for sacrificing nearly all of his units to win. He messed up my near perfect score of keeping all my units alive, though.

Later, that night, we went back to bed. Only for sleeping, not to fuck.

None of us were in the mood for that, not so shortly after what had taken place earlier that day. All traces of it were gone, the smell too. It had been replaced by the smell of lemon-scented cleaner.

John snuggled up to me, real close. I was on my stomach, he on his side facing me. I woke up some time later to find his arm and leg resting on top of me.

He's treating me like I belong to him, I managed to think before I fell asleep again. With his arm and leg still on top of me. I rather liked how it felt.

***

Andy was a lot better by the next morning, he no longer had an upset stomach. He still coughed as you might have expected, as well as sneezing every so often. When he sneezed it wasn't just a single sneeze, it was any number of sneezes from three to one massive attack of nine times in a row.

"This sucks!" he informed John and me as he blew his nose yet another time that day.

I called my mom, but she didn't know of any magic tricks to help Andy get better, only told me to keep him warm and hydrated. More importantly, she made the offer of watching him while I went to work Monday, if he hadn't gotten better by then.

The rest of Saturday was spent indoors, but when Sunday morning arrived both boys wanted to go outside. They were fed up from being inside for so long, as was I. I made sure Andy got dressed up in the bib suit, Cheryl had given me. It had been John's but the kid had outgrown it. It was still good for at least another year however and I readily accepted it in order to save a little money. Kid's clothing is just so expensive, even the unbranded stuff.

I joined the boys in the backyard, instantly being commanded to push them as they sat on the swings. When it was about time for lunch I left them to swing by themselves while I prepared the food. Andy looked much better from having been outside in the fresh air for a couple of hours, but wanted to take a nap after lunch. I had him pee before he lay down to sleep in just his underwear.

Even though John was a bit scared of having sex with me while Andy slept, I soon had him convinced it would be okay. Andy hadn't killed him, after all, hadn't even yelled at him for doing stuff with me. All he had done was ask if we were fucking. Which I hoped we'd be doing again that early Sunday afternoon. We did fuck, but not exactly the way I had planned it.

Everything started out in much the same fashion, John was flushed out, I had my finger pretty far up his hot bottom, but that was when things changed a bit.

"Teddy, what's it feel like for you when you stick it in me?" he asked me.

I couldn't really explain it to him, couldn't find the words that described it properly. Instead I asked him if he wanted to experience it for himself.

"How?"

"Well, you could fuck me, you know, stick your dink in my ass?"

He looked at his dick, then at my face, "isn't it too small?"

"Only one way to find out. Want to try?"

"Yeah!"

I went to flush myself out, just to make sure I was clean. I didn't spend a lot of time doing it, figuring his dick was too small for triggering a bowel movement. It was a bit tricky to get into a position where he'd be able to actually fuck me. I didn't want him to just poke his dick head into my anus and then slip right out. Lying on my back with my legs straight up in the air and pulling at my butt cheeks seemed to be the way of making it happen.

I asked John if he could see my hole and when he said yes, I had him put a little lube on it. He didn't stop at that however, soon I could feel his finger poking into me. I had done that to him so many times, so he knew what to do. He stuck two fingers inside, which I guess wasn't actually necessary, but I let him do it anyway. He worked my hole for a minute or two with his fingers, then put some lube on his dick. Of course, after he had examined the fingers that had just been inside of me.

I guess they looked okay to him, as he grabbed hold of his little joystick and moved closer to me. I could feel it poking at me, close to my hole, but not nearly close enough. Wanting to help him, I reached down but received a gentle slap to my hand.

"I can do it on my own," he told me.

I looked at his face, he was looking down at his dick and my ass with intense concentration. The tip of his tongue pushed just a wee bit out between his lips on the left side of his mouth. His dick poked at my ass again.

"Point it a little lower," I told him.

"I know!"

The next push sent his dick into my ass, when he felt the head enter, he pushed everything he had straight into me. His dick wasn't small for a boy of his age, but he couldn't hurt me with that thing even if he had wanted to. Sure, I could feel it was inside of me, and it was a very nice feeling to finally have a dick in my ass again. It just wasn't big enough to be able to fill me out the way an adult-sized dick would have. John's dick was only just long enough to tickle my prostate.

I could tell he enjoyed jabbing his dick in and out of me, even more so when I firmed my sphincter up around his dick. He continued to observe the centre of action, watching his dick appear then disappear back into my bum.

"Wow, this is hard work," he told me as he wiped his eyebrow with the back of his hand. "It makes me sweat!"

He had been going for around five minutes at the time, none too gently either. It was like he had turned into a little dog, humping his dick into me.

"It won't take so much energy once you get a little more practice."

He looked up at me, "You mean I get to do this again?"

"Any time you want."

"I want to do it a whole lot."

"Great, long as I can fuck you as well from time to time."

He nodded then focused on making his hips move forwards and backwards. He hadn't stopped while talking to me, just slowed down some. He picked up speed for a few more minutes then pulled his dick out and frantically jerked it while gasping loudly. He stood on wobbly knees for a moment then got onto the bed lying down next to me. He looked at his dick, as if full of wonder of the pleasure it could provide him.

"That was so cool," he said and let his head fall to the mattress.

I whacked my dick while John rested next to me; just before I came, he leaned in and took my dick into his mouth. Most of it, he couldn't deepthroat me, not back then. It wasn't necessary anyway, I just as happily shot my sperm into his mouth. He made me groan when he lapped up the leftover traces of cum from the glans of my dick.

He had to leave to go home, but had just enough time to share a shower with me and allow me to blow-dry his hair. I couldn't let him go out in the cold with damp hair, besides, I didn't want his parents to know he had showered just before going home, maybe prompting them to ask him why.

I woke Andy and played a game of cards with him until we were interrupted by the pizza guy dropping off the food I had ordered. Andy was yet again behaving like any boy his age, eating like a horse that evening. He was still coughing by the next morning, so I called my mom asking her to please take care of him. Just while I was at work. Things were finally starting to come together for me.

Well, that's what it sure seemed like anyway.

Chapter 38
Andy gets convinced

Andy got well enough to go back to school Tuesday. He was delighted when I told him the news that morning and wanted to get into the car straight away. He sure had changed from the sulky boy who never wanted to go back to school, but it was a very welcomed change. He thrived with the kids in his new class as well as the teachers and other adults he interacted with at school.

The education level at his new school was high, much higher than the public school he had attended. The amount of homework had increased considerably even if he was only in preschool. Not that it was terribly complicated to do, it wasn't as if Andy had to write a ten page paper on a given subject. Mostly it was reading a few pages in a children's book and be able to give a small synopsis of what he had read or some very basic maths problems.

All in all, he spent about fifteen minutes longer on his school work after having his little snack. He never complained about having to work longer, on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy the more challenging homework.

I still had to transport him to and from school. It wasn't as bad as I had first imagined as the school was on the way to my work. I just had enough time to push him out of the car while driving to work and still make it there on time. At least on those days when the traffic behaved, when there hadn't been an accident packing up the motorway. Such an accident happened at least once a week, or so it seemed. I'd pick him up from the school on the way home, they had a small after-school centre for kids to hang out while waiting for their folks to pick them up.

The centre's opening hours left me just enough time to leave work and get there, again if traffic didn't act up. Often times, Andy was the only kid left waiting for me to come pick him up. The staff weren't real happy about it, especially the times when I got there a couple of minutes after the official closing time.

***

My boss, as well as some of my colleagues were however starting to dislike my work efforts, I tried to make it up by working from home after I put Andy to bed, but it could only go on for so long. A new government had been elected and one of the things they got elected by, was to freeze government spending. What they did was outsource what they could to private contractors or simply cutting back.

I survived the first round of cutbacks, which was a pleasant surprise to say the least. 10% of my colleagues were laid off, many of them had been working for the railroad for a great number of years. Most had contracts which gave them three years notice, but all of them were asked to finish whatever they were working on and then stay at home. They were free to find another job, but would retain their salary for the full three years.

My contract wasn't one of those, I had three months notice if the railroad wanted to fire me. It didn't take long until the next rumour of cutbacks started circulating throughout the large open office building. This time however, it wasn't just a matter of cutting back on the number of employees. Someone had gotten the idea of outsourcing the part of the IT department that handled support and operations. They were only going to keep the development team in-house.

Siemens won the bid for the outsourcing and invited all of the employees who were affected from it to job interviews. Unfortunately I wasn't offered a job with Siemens and the railroad didn't want me either. I had exactly three months and 8 days to find myself a new job, otherwise I'd risk losing my house, and with it everything I had worked so hard to get.

***

John turned nine while I was trying to find a job. My own birthday arrived, as did Christmas and New Year's Eve. I was still unemployed, at least it gave me the chance of staying home with Andy over the entire Christmas holiday. Now eight years old, his idea of the perfect present for Christmas was a computer. Well, to be perfectly honest, he wanted a PlayStation, but I managed to steer him in the right direction.

A PlayStation would only be good for playing games on, while a computer could be used for so much more than just that. He'd be able to use it for school work, maybe even become interested in writing code like I had been myself. A computer was more expensive than a PlayStation but my parents pitched in and by assembling the parts myself, I managed to build him a very nice one that would be good for at least a couple of years.

Andy wasn't interested in writing code, he was far more interested in science and nature. His dreams of becoming a fire fighter turned into being a scientist for a short while, then he got hooked on the idea of helping people in need. He watched a show about Medecins Sans Frontières [Doctors without Borders]. From then on he wanted to become a doctor, he wanted to travel the world helping those who were in need, but lived too far away from medical aid.

I told him how proud it made me feel of him wanting to help people while getting very little in return. I also told him it would be very hard to become a doctor, even if he did his very best at school.

"I am going to be a doctor," he told me, leaving no room for doubt.

I thought he would, Andy had proved so many times that he could do whatever he put his mind to. If he wasn't distracted by something else along the way.

***

He was very happy with the computer and ignored the fact it was pretty much the only gift he received for Christmas that year. Well, he got some clothes too, but they didn't count as proper gifts. John and Andy would've spent hours at a time sitting in front of that thing if I hadn't limited the time they were allowed to do so. Once when Andy tested my patience I confiscated the power cable to his computer for 24 hours. I returned it the next day but warned him the next time I'd take it away from him for 48 hours.

When he didn't believe me, but had to test me another time, that was exactly what happened. When I caught him trying to steal the power cable from my computer, wanting to use it for his own, I resorted to spanking his bottom. He got his power cable back after the 48 hours had passed, but had to sit on an extra pillow on the chair in front of his computer. I had punished him quite severely for trying to slip around my punishment, but mostly for trying to steal.

He was really hard headed, but thankfully his bottom wasn't so hardened.

Now, I know the stress of being unemployed and having pretty much the same bills to pay but far less money to do so, was taking its toll on me. It didn't take as much to anger me as when I had been working. At the time I didn't realise how bad it was, though I tried hard not to take it out on Andy. He wasn't to blame for anything, he was just an easy target seemingly always in reach. I didn't beat him up, but I raised my voice at him far too many times than I should have. It always made me feel ashamed of myself after shouting at him.

That in turn made it harder for me to fall asleep at night and got me even more jumpy. I only realised how bad it had gotten when I started noticing Andy cowering from me. I had made my son afraid of his dad. Hell, I was getting afraid of myself at times.

***

John was the one to put me straight. He told me how Andy was afraid I'd leave him, like his mother had. The worse part was Andy thought he was the one to blame. He just couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong all of the time. Of course he couldn't, it was me who was wrong. Well, it wasn't really John who put me straight, he just opened my eyes so I could see the problem.

I called my mom and talked to her about the whole situation, without holding anything back. It was one of the hardest conversations I've had with her since I grew into an adult myself. She listened to me, tried her best to help me, not really succeeding at it. Later that night I got a call from Tom, my older brother and the very last person I wanted to talk to right then.

His direct way of talking was what I needed however. He flat out told me to pull my head out of my ass and do something about it, or he'd come and do it for me.

The next morning I booked a meeting with my doctor who wrote me a subscription for antidepressants. He also made me come back to talk to him twice more that same week for some therapy sessions. Slowly I managed to turn the boat around, with the help of my parents, the doctor, John and even Tom. I stopped applying solely for the same type of jobs I had done before and put far more time into researching companies before I sent my resume to them.

I spent more time looking at myself too, and worked out what it was I had to offer an employer. That was probably the hardest thing I had to do while applying for a new job. I had to put aside my depression and objectively look at my skills and even harder still, the values I possessed as a human being.

***

One day, not too long after that, I sat in front of the computer, browsing an online job database. I came across an ad for a job that I had somehow failed to see earlier. The deadline for applying for it was that very same day, but I took a chance and called the contact person listed. He told me if I could drop off my resume and transcripts of my education before noon, they would consider my application.

It didn't leave me a whole lot of time, I had to write an opening letter and buy a nice envelope along with some nice paper to print the letter on. Then deliver it to the front desk of the company, all within two and a half hours. I managed to get it there with just three minutes to spare. The opening letter was half-assed put together and the envelope only had the contact person's name quickly jotted onto it in handwriting.

I was surprised when the contact person called a week later, asking if I was still interested in the job. When I told him I was, he invited me to an interview. I was nervous when I went into the building to wait for him at the front desk. People dashed by, all seemingly in a rush to get from one place to another. Most of them were about about 15 to 25 years old. Some were older than that, but one thing they all had in common was they were either students or teachers at the technical college.

I had applied for a position as a teacher, somehow thinking the experience I had gotten from being an instructor with the National Guard could be used for civilian teaching too. Other than that I only had my experience from working with computers to pass on to the students. I was going to teach young people what I had once learned myself. Well, if I got the job.

One of the first things I was told while being interviewed was what the job would pay. It was less than I had made working for the railroad, but since both positions were for the government, I'd be entitled to the full retirement savings of 18% of my salary from day 1. I wouldn't have to wait the seven months other newly hired teachers had to. It was something to consider as well, even if I wouldn't benefit from that until many years later. I left the college an hour later without any signs of having landed the job or not.

***

The manager called two days later and said I had a job if I still wanted it. I was to meet on the first Monday of June, where I'd sit in on classes, working with a seasoned teacher until the summer vacation started. The college would close for six weeks over the summer, but that didn't mean I could just kick back and relax. There were days when all of the teachers would go to the school and we'd plan what subjects each of us would teach and when.

Since I had a bit of experience with computer networking, most of which was getting the darned equipment back to working after it had failed, not really working with the theory behind it, I was to teach Cisco classes. I went home, armed with PowerPoint slides, self-study books and a couple of routers, switches and lots of various network cables. More importantly I also had the phone number to the teacher who used to teach networking.

When I picked up Andy from his school that day, it being his last in 1st grade, he found himself surrounded by Cisco equipment taking up most of the space in the rear seat of my car.

"What did you buy all this stuff for?" he asked me as he put on the seatbelt.

"I didn't buy it, it's what I'm going to teach at school."

"Oh! Dad, guess what?"

"What?"

"Susan told me she likes me. Isn't that creepy?"

"Yes it is. Why would anyone want to like you?"

"Aw, daddy! I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it then? By the way, I love when you call me daddy."

"'Twas a mistake. Only little kids say daddy. It isn't cool. I meant it's creepy a girl likes me."

Since when was that law put in motion?

I loved when Andy called me daddy. It was as much my name as Teddy is. I wondered when John would start calling me 'Ted', if it was the 'dy' part that was so uncool.

"What did you tell her then?"

"I told her I didn't like her."

"Then what?"

"Then she said she didn't really like me either."

"So, she's not going to be your girlfriend?"

Andy refused to talk to me for the rest of the trip home. I know, I know, it was cruel of me to tease him about getting girlfriends, but it was fun to tease him, if only a little every now and then.

When we came home, he forgot all about my teasing when I started hooking up the networking equipment. Soon, the living room floor was full of cables running from one box to another. He asked me a lot of questions, wanted to know what every little thing did. I told him what I knew but I don't think he understood all of it. To be fair, it's hard to understand the distance between two routers can be thousands of kilometres. Especially when the two I had borrowed from the college sat right on top of each other.

My rather rudimentary knowledge only got me as far as being able to figure out which cable went where, mostly due to the fact that the cables could only go into one socket on the equipment. The routers were entry level, nothing at all like the beasts I had worked with at the railroad. Then again, I didn't have to hook up hundreds if not thousands of computers and other network appliances to be able to learn how it worked.

Frankly I didn't need to hook up any real equipment in order to build rather large networks. Cisco had developed a program called Packet Tracer which I later used intensively in my classes to demonstrate the various technologies. But, sometimes it's just nice to get your hands dirty and fiddle with real equipment instead of only seeing a 2D version of it on a computer screen.

***

Since it was Friday afternoon, John came to visit and I had to put my studies on standby. I tidied up the living room so none of us would trip over a cable. Both boys were now officially in vacation mode, so work just had to make room for fun, at least for a time.

Right after he arrived, John wanted me to plug his little bum hole. This time, Andy observed things more closely, almost like he was taking notes along the way.

"You put in the smallest one to make the hole bigger, right dad?" he asked.

"That's right, Tiger. When John's hole relaxes enough, I switch to the next size up."

"How can you tell if it's big enough?"

"Well, when the plug moves in and out easily, it means he's ready. Here, you try."

Andy took over the control of the plug, nervously I might add, moving it very slowly into his best friend's butt hole. When the broadest point had passed John's anus, he let go of the plug watching it get sucked right in as the sphincter tightened up. He pulled at it and forced it to pop right out again.

"That's kinda neat," he said.

"You should try it, Andy," John told him.

"Hmm, maybe I will. Some day."

It didn't really surprise me that Andy was starting to warm up to the idea of having something up his butt. He had seen John getting various items up his bum, he had to wonder why John let me do the things I did to him. John had even let Andy stick his fingers into his bum hole on several occasions. I gently pushed Andy out of the way, it was time to put in the next plug. It still had to be done with a great level of control, something I didn't trust Andy being able to.

He moved aside willingly, particularly when I handed him the plug that had just been inside John. He looked at it for a bit, went to wash it and came back to see what would happen next. He brought the smaller plug back with him and explored it with his fingers almost absent-mindedly while watching what I did to John.

I was slowly feeding the next sized butt plug into John's hole, watched how the skin pulled tight around the cone-shaped silicone pushing into him. Noticed how his anus adapted to the added circumference the further inside of him it went. John was pushing his butt back towards me, helping me by willing his sphincter to relax. We didn't need to communicate by words for this part, not anymore.

If his butt cheeks firmed up, I knew he wanted me to momentarily pause the inward movement. When he'd relax, it meant he was ready for me to continue. I spent a lot longer time working the bigger plug into him. Never pushing it fully inside as that would only make his sphincter shrink in size, contradicting what I wanted. He was fairly seasoned by then, taking the second plug into him like it was no bigger than the first while it actually was very close to the circumference of my dick.

It wasn't until I switched to the third one he started showing signs of distress. He'd firm up his buttocks more often and taking longer to relax them when he did. Andy was still watching, silently. It was like he knew that right then, it was a time for concentration, not distraction. He had put down the first plug, and replaced it for the bigger second plug. He hadn't cleaned it, but nevertheless let his fingers slide over the surface of the heated silicone slicked by lube and John's anal juices.

I could tell John was having trouble handling the third plug pushing into him. I had been able to insert the fourth and biggest plug in his butt earlier, but only twice. This wasn't going to be the third time that he'd take the biggest into him. I considered going back to the second plug, to go easy on John, but it was like he wanted to show off in front of Andy. Before I really knew what he was planning, he took a sharp intake of air and pushed with all his might back towards me.

I didn't have time to move my hands away from the plug until he had popped the rest inside of him. The outer edge of his anus looked bright red as it quivered while closing up around the wide base of the plug.

"Oooow, that kinda hurt," John said while he reached back to feel if the plug was finally sitting where he wanted it.

"I bet it did. I don't like when you do that, Buddy."

"Why, it's my bum."

"It is, but I don't like seeing you hurting."

"Bleh, it only hurt for a little while."

"Maybe so, but one day you might hurt yourself really badly."

I didn't get a reply to that. Instead he slowly turned around to face Andy. John had been halfway lying and kneeling on my bed when I put the butt plugs into his ass.

"Andy, you gotta try it, I'm telling you, it's such a great feeling."

"I dunno. I don't like pain at all."

John giggled at that, "Why do you want to play the ball-wrecking game all the time then?"

Ball-wrecking game? Please, don't let that be what I think it is.

"I've never heard of that game?" I just had to ask the boys.

John laughed at my question, Andy looked almost painfully embarrassed.

"It's also called nut cracking," John managed to let out in between giggles.

I looked at Andy, he was busy avoiding eye contact. So I had to pump John for more information.

Apparently it was a game my son had come up with. Well, I'm not sure if I should really use the word game to describe the activity. It sounded more like torture to me when John explained it to me. The boys would play it in Andy's bed. Maybe on his bed is the real word for it, as all the bedding had to be removed first.

"So we can't cover up behind anything," John explained.

They played it on the mattress in the lower bunk, if any boy was to leave it, he'd instantly lose the game. The only clothing allowed was a pair of tight fitting briefs. Nothing else. The only objective was to make the opponent give in by squeezing his nuts tightly with your hand. They would do what they could to protect their own precious nuts, while trying to grab for those of the other one.

Why anyone would subject themselves to something like that is beyond my comprehension, fully aware of how delicate my own balls are. It seems like just looking at them the wrong way will make them hurt instantly.

"Mostly it's Andy who wants us to play it," John confided, "I dunno why since I pretty much always win."

Andy looked like he was ready for a hole to open in the ground so he could throw himself into it. I just knew he wouldn't be able to explain why he'd want to play such a game. I could sort of understand why John readily agreed to playing it, since he was the one winning most of the time. To be able to make someone submit themselves to your mercy, or the lack of it, had to make you feel very powerful.

"I don't always stop right away when he tells me to," he told me.

Neither would I!

I told them it was okay to play games like that if they really wanted to. As long as they didn't cause any lasting damage to each other.

I hugged Andy, then tickled him to give him something else to think about. When he curled up on the bed in front of me, leaving his crotch unprotected I grabbed a handful of what he had there and squeezed. Just tight enough for him to know that I could have made him hurt, if I wanted to. He squealed out loud and told me off for grabbing his nuts when he clearly wasn't ready for it.

"Don't ever try to squeeze my nuts, boys, your bums will be feeling mighty sorry if you do," I warned them when I got up on my feet, leaving them on the bed. I heard John start to explain Andy why it felt so good to have something stuck inside his butt, but I was more interested in having a smoke than listening in on what he told him.

Whatever it was John told Andy, wasn't enough to fully convince him of trying it for himself, though I could tell he was still intrigued by the whole thing as he was still fiddling with the two butt plugs that had been inside John's ass. I made the decision for my son.

"C'mere Andy," I led him to the bathroom.

I simply pulled his sweatpants down, the only clothing he had on at the time. He let me do it, passively standing there. It reminded me of the times when I changed his diaper for him when he was a small toddler. Back then, he also sat or lay mostly passive as I worked his limbs free of the clothes he wore.

He pulled a face when he saw me reaching for the dreaded enema kit. As I look back at that moment now, I could just as easily have used the hose from the sprayer on him. I suppose I wanted to use the kit to make sure I didn't force too much water into him. Alas, he still complained about the amount of water that entered his butt. It was much more than I had previously used, up until then it had only been to loosen up his constipated bowels. This time, it was to cleanse his butt, to make sure no crap would mess up the procedure.

John came into the bathroom and held Andy's hands while he was filled with water; he did what he could to comfort Andy, as we all waited for the water to do its job.

Andy wasn't very interested in letting me fill his butt with water a second time.

"Daddy, my bum can't get any cleaner than it is now," he tried, seemingly forgetting how uncool it was for him to call me that.

He was wrong, as I knew he'd be. It took two more fillings of his butt for it to look somewhat acceptable to me. Of course I couldn't actually see what the insides of his butt were like, but I could tell by the water leaving his body. I would probably have gone for a fourth enema, if I had thought I'd get away with it. After the third one, Andy downright rejected letting any more water go into him.

He was much happier when he found himself lying face down on my bed with my tongue tickling his bum hole. John in front of Andy, his dick as far into his mouth as it would go. We had done this before, we had at least been in the same position. My tongue had always stayed on the outside of Andy's anus, lapping or gently licking at it. Andy reacted to my tongue suddenly stabbing into his hole, however John held onto his head making sure his mouth never left his dick.

I could still hear Andy's half-muffled objections to what my tongue did to him. He flexed his buttocks blocking any further attempts on his butt hole. I gave his left buttock a slightly stinging slap, prompting a gasp from Andy.

"Relax your butt for me, son," I told him.

When he did as I asked, I moved away from him a bit, forced him to spread his legs and went back to work getting his hole to open up. It took longer than it had taken with John the first time, but I suppose that's only what I could have expected. John had known he wanted his hole played with, Andy still wasn't fully sure if it was what he wanted. My patience outlasted his, as finally his hole began adjusting to the continued stabbing of my firmed up tongue.

It wasn't a moment too soon as my tongue, in fact most of my mouth, was starting to ache from the unusual stuff I was using it for. It wasn't exactly a daily experience for me to try lick my way inside a small boy's butt. Not that I would have complained in any way if someone had ordered me to do just that.

When I felt his sphincter relax just a little, I switched from tongue to little finger. With a bit of lube to make things easier, I slipped a little of my finger inside. Just to the point where my nail was hidden from view inside of him. I tickled his nuts while allowing him a little time to get used to the feeling of something larger than a thermometer entering his butt.

He didn't firm up his butt again, I don't know if it was due to him being afraid of another slap to his bum or if he enjoyed the feeling of my finger inside of it. Most likely it was a mix of the two. I was able to freely move my little finger in and out of his butt hole when I decided to push the plug into him. It was the smallest one, but it certainly felt large enough to Andy. I didn't really give him enough time to fully adjust to the plug.

Instead, by then knowing that Andy in one way or another enjoyed at least some minor pain, I grabbed his nut sack and gave it a little squeeze while firmly pushing the plug fully inside of his bum. He let out a short shriek around John's dick just when the widest point of the plug passed through his anus but settled right down as the plug seated itself inside of him. His sphincter happily closed up, almost wrapping itself around the anchor of the plug.

"There, Tiger, you're all plugged up now," I told him as I got up and gave him a very gentle slap on his upturned butt.

Andy kept sucking on John's dick for a bit longer making sure he had his tickles before he stopped. His face was a bit flushed, but showed no signs of the experience having been too much for him. He pushed his body back until he was kneeling on his hands and knees. He shook his butt a bit, moving it from side to side.

"That was easier than I thought," he said.

"Wait for the one I have in my bum to go into yours, that's a lot worse," John exclaimed.

"I bet it'll go in easy, just wait and see," Andy told John, like always he wanted to be better and stronger than the older boy.

"Enough of that boys," I ended it before it would escalate into something neither of the boys would like, "it isn't a competition and you can really hurt yourself if you try to put something too big too quickly into your bums."

I insisted on having each boy tell me he'd never try to stick anything into a bum, regardless of it being his own or his friend's, without asking me first. I did it mostly so I could prevent damage, partly so I could satisfy the other side of me, the one desperate to witness or take part in the boys' ever maturing sexual life.

***

Truth be told, I was having an increasingly harder time distinguishing the two sides from each other. The boundaries weren't set in stone, they couldn't be. Take the butt plugs for an example, did I buy them because I loved John and wanted him to experience what he wanted based on that love? Or was it a matter of trying to satisfy my own needs?

Suddenly I felt confused, on one hand I wanted to rip the plugs out of the boys and never let them play with them again; wanted to take away all their knowledge of sex, to turn them back into two innocent little boys again. On the other hand, I wanted them to experience everything they possibly wanted. To make them be able to decide for themselves what they enjoyed and what they didn't.

It just isn't normal for small kids to have sex, but what is normal anyway? Who was it that got to decide whether or not something is normal?

If it was a religious leader of some sorts it wouldn't surprise me. Weren't they the ones who despised anything other than worshipping some unfathomably entity, holy to them? A long time ago in my country, they used to burn people on the stake while they were still alive. Only reason for it was they were suspected of being abnormal, but at least they stopped doing that many years ago.

In more modern times, they lifted the ban on all pornography here, and not just the 'normal' stuff. Child porn was legal too, while that is really hard to grasp now. Everyone seems afraid or maybe ashamed of a nude body or the feelings from seeing someone naked might arise in some people. Experts instil fear in parents and they transfer it to their children, to the point where children and young people think something is wrong with their body unless it's a carbon copy of famished models.

Simply because it's pretty much the only naked people they'll ever get to see.

Well, it wasn't how I was raising Andy, nor John. While I doubt John ever got to see Michelle naked, at least Andy had on several occasions. And both boys had seen me naked a whole lot, excited and not. I guess it was my little personal rebellion towards the normality forced upon me everywhere I went. Those thoughts have accompanied me for a long time and probably will stay with me until the day I take my last breath of air.

***

Again, I chose to just let things happen, however from then on, I took a more active role in the sex games my boys wanted to play. I no longer just observed and guided when needed, but introduced them to new things when I thought they were ready for it. Like I had done that day by stuffing a butt plug into Andy more or less against his will, simply because I knew he wanted it to happen. He was just afraid of taking the first step on his own.

The boys spent the rest of the day and evening with the plugs inside of them. From the time when Andy got plugged until we were having dinner, he often reached for the base of the plug, fiddled with it and gently tugged at it. He talked seemingly non-stop of how it felt to him until John finally got tired of listening to him. I wasn't eavesdropping on them, they were simply playing in the living room while I was cooking and with the open-plan house I own, I heard just about every word they said to each other.

"Shut up already! You're driving me nuts. I know what it feels like, I got one in my bum too, you know?"

"Sorry, John," Andy said, "It's just that it's the first time for me and I actually like it. You know, it touches something inside my…"

"Arrr, Andy! I know, I know, I know! You told me a hundred times already."

"Does yours do that too?"

"Yes. But it's like all the time now. It rubs against that spot. It kinda feels nice but also not nice."

"How can it be nice and not nice at the same time?"

"It's like when your back itches and you just can't scratch it. But if I sit like this and move this way then it feels really nice."

I looked away from the lump of meat I was busy trying to slice into steaks. Well, the meat was veal, so I guess it can't really be called steaks. I'd cut off a decent chunk of meat, then spank the living daylights out of it with a mallet. Both flattening and tenderizing the meat. Right then, the boy's conversation was more exciting to listen to, though.

Especially seeing John sitting on his bum, hugging his knees in front of him, rocking back and forth. It didn't take much of an imagination to picture the base of the plug touching the floor underneath him, his rocking motion making the plug move inside of him. That would make the fairly large plug rub over his prostate, resulting in the nice feelings he experienced.

Andy tried to mimic him.

"I can't get it to work," he finally said sounding frustrated.

"It isn't big enough," John explained, "the bum thing needs to be bigger."

"Oh."

Andy got on his feet and walked to me. I noticed him get up and that's when I got back to hammering at the meat in front of me. You know, the veal, not my dick!

He approached me silently, I didn't hear him until he stood right next to me on tiptoes trying to see what I was pounding at on the kitchen counter.

"Dad, why are you beating the meat?"

I stopped hammering, looked down at my naked son and told him without batting an eye, "'Cuz it feels so darned good. I thought you knew that already?"

"What?" he was perplexed.

"Beating your meat? You don't know what that means?"

"Uhm, no?"

I didn't grab his dick, but pointed at it with the end of the hammer's handle.

"That's your meat. Beating your meat means playing with it, masturbating it."

He giggled at that, "That's not what you're doing."

"No, I'm just hammering the meat flat so it won't take so long to cook it."

"Cool. When are we going to eat? I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry. It'll be ready in twenty minutes or so."

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"When will you put something bigger in my bum?"

Chapter 39
Upgrading

Andy sure wasn't pleased with my decision of not immediately putting a larger plug in his little bum. When John told him just how long it had taken him to get used to the smallest of the four plugs, I could see the impatience in my son's eyes. Over the course of dinner, veal with boiled potatoes, peas and sauce, he tried coming up with reasons of why he should enter the fast lane to butthole enlargement.

"It took John six weeks? To get to the next?"

John nodded affirmatively before I had a chance for saying yes.

"How many nights did you sleep with it in your bum?"

"Five or six," John told him.

"So I can just sleep with it in my bum every night for a week. Then I'll be ready for the next one too."

"It's not that simple, Tiger. Your butthole would get mighty sore if you wore a plug for so long."

Andy glared at me while I explained. He then tried another approach.

"What if I sleep one night with it in and then one without? Then put it in again? Would that work?"

I had to be honest and tell him I had no real clue as to whether it would be enough time for his bum to recover with only one day of rest. He immediately jumped at the opportunity, sensing a weakness in my reasoning.

"If you aren't sure, then we just hafta try and see what happens."

That was the end of that discussion. Well, I could have insisted harder on doing it my way or not at all, but I knew sooner or later he'd just get his way anyway; Andy was like that. Besides, I had had enough of talking about buttplugs and bum holes while eating dinner. It was bad enough both boys were sitting naked at the table and couldn't keep from reaching down between their legs and fiddle with what was there. Though they only touched themselves, not each other, and only every now and then, it was still distracting to me.

After dinner, the boys put on a show for me, albeit one I'm sure they weren't aware of. A half hour long Disney show was on, and both of them decided to lie on the floor in front of the TV. Face down, heads propped up in their hands, lower legs randomly changing from laying on the floor, bent up into the air or tight up against their thighs, pushing their heels into their buttocks.

Whenever their heels pushed into their buttocks, it opened up their crack and I could see the end of the pinkish red foreign objects protruding from the center of their bums. I spent more time watching those two bums than the TV; Goofy and Donald Duck just couldn't compete with the tantalizing sight only two meters [c. 6 feet] away from me.

Neither boy wanted their plug removed when it was time for their evening bath so I made them take a shower instead. I didn't even have to get wet myself that evening as they simply washed each other. I only got to put Andy into his diaper and inspect the result of their tooth brushing.

Later that night, when the door to my bedroom silently opened, I expected it would be John wanting me to stick-it-in-his-bum. I got mildly surprised when instead I saw Andy and that he was all alone.

He quietly shut the door then turned and faced me, "Daddy, John told me you put some buzzing thing in his bum?"

It could only be the vibrator he meant.

"Yes?"

"He said it was smaller than what I got in the bum now?"

"It is."

I knew what the next words out of my son's mouth were going to be even before he asked. He had called me 'Daddy', and I knew he'd only do that now when he wanted something from me.

"Can I try it? Please?"

"It's kind of late now, Tiger. It is way past your bedtime, we can do it in the morning?"

"No, I want to try it. Now!" He demanded and stomped his foot into the floor.

"Okay, then," I relented, fully aware that he was acting like a spoiled rotten child and my giving into his demands wouldn't change his behavior to the better, so I added a condition. "But I want you to do something for me while I use the vibrator on you."

"What?"

"I want you to suck on my dick and drink my sperm."

"Aww, I hafta drink it?"

"Yes, you do. All of it too. You'll swallow every little bit that comes out of my dick."

He looked at me, sleepily but also with a hint of excitement on his face. I'm not sure if he was old enough for feeling horny as such, but he certainly was excited with the idea of getting to play a new game. Not only new, but one that supposedly would feel very good to him as well.

He agreed to my terms by leaving his pajamas on the floor and climbing onto my bed, joining me.

"You're still a bit overdressed, Tiger," I said and helped him remove his diaper; the last item covering his private parts. I kind of needed access to at least one of these for showing him this new game. Fortunately he was still as dry as when I had put him in the diaper earlier in the evening.

I placed the vibrator, lube and towel ready on the bed next to me, then I turned onto my back.

"Okay, Andy, lie on top of me now, face near my dick and knees on either side of my head."

As he got settled in, I saw how his butt splayed open in front of my eyes. But I couldn't really get to it from the way we were positioned.

"Andy, sorry, pull your legs towards you. Yeah, just like that."

He was now pretty much doubled over, his knees splayed wide on either side of my chest, and my arms were now free to roam. I told him to start sucking and when he complied, I took hold of the plug inside his butt. It wouldn't budge; it felt pretty much as if it had been welded into place. I tugged at it harder and it came out a bit only to sink right back in when it slipped from my fingers.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" Andy asked, perplexed.

"I'm trying to get the plug out of your butt."

"It feels kinda nice."

"I know it does, it's almost the same feeling you have when someone fucks you."

"You mean like if John put his dick in my bum?"

"Yes… Well, John's dick is still a bit too small for making you feel good that way. It'll feel mighty nice to him if you let him put his dick in your bum, but I think you'd only feel it moving in and out."

"Oh. Is that why he likes it when you stick yours in his bum, 'cuz it's bigger?"

"I think so. Why don't you ask him in the morning?"

I hadn't stopped trying to wedge the plug out of him while we talked, but every time I got it just a bit out of him it sank right back in and some of Andy's musky anal juices, and the lube I had put inside him, was pushed past the wider part of the plug. It made the silicone much too slippery. Only when I finally wrapped part of the towel around the base of the plug did I manage to get a proper hold of it.

I suppose I could have bought butt plugs with a wider base, or even some of those with a ring, it would have made the removal much easier; but I had purposely bought these for John, so that he could wear them without anyone being able to notice through his clothing.

Finally I saw Andy's sphincter bulge wide open as it spat out the rest of the plug. It still looked clean even after sitting inside him for hours, there was just a sheen of lube and musky anal juices on it. After glancing at the clock radio I reluctantly decided to only give him a condensed introduction to the vibrator. I very badly wanted to rim his cute and tasty little butthole with my tongue again, but it was too late in the evening for that.

Like I had told him, it was past his usual bedtime and even though it was Friday and the summer holidays had just started, it would be better for all of us if he'd stick with the schedule laid out by me. It wasn't, as if by magic, he suddenly needed less time sleeping just because he wasn't going to school in the morning; the sun would still rise when it did and he'd wake up from the light seeping through his window.

With a little lube on the vibrator, I powered it up and gently pushed it into his hole. Andy giggled and squirmed on top of me. He kept giggling and squirming while I tried to find a setting on the vibrator that would feel sensual and not ticklish to him. It just wasn't possible and finally I heeded Andy's repeated pleas for me to stop tickling his bum.

"Stop Daddy! I'm gonna pee on you if you don't!" He giggled.

As much as I would have loved for him to pee on me, I just couldn't risk getting my bed wet; unlike his, mine wasn't protected by a rubber sheet and I wasn't ready to sacrifice the top mattress for satisfying yet another one of my depraved wishes.

But, I couldn't leave him hanging like that either, besides my dick was begging for my kid to stop giggling and continue sucking on it. I shut off the vibrator and replaced it with my index finger. I snaked it deep inside of his bum; it moved in easily, his hole already having adjusted to the width of the plug and vibrator.

I went straight for his happy spot, my finger already knew the route by heart from the number of times it had sought out John's prostate. While there were distinct differences between the two boys, they were so similar inside, it was hard to tell which boy's ass I had my finger inside.

It was the first time for Andy having something actually prod into his happy spot and at first he scooted away from my invading finger, however it was only for a short moment then he pushed his butt back, demanding more.

I thought he was humming on my dick head until I picked up the sound. It was his moaning I heard, very faint, but moaning nonetheless. Reaching for his dick I found it completely flaccid though it stiffened almost instantly while I fondled it. I jacked him off while I ever so gently massaged the little hump inside his butt.

"Don't stop sucking now, Andy, I'm almost ready to shoot."

I had to keep him to it, he had stopped while enjoying the stuff that took place in and around his hind quarters. I could have just let him enjoy what I did to him, but I sure didn't want for him to just fall asleep right after having his kiddy cum. He needs to learn that sex is just as much about giving as receiving pleasure.

I shot my sperm into his mouth and while he was busy swallowing, I got him over the hill too; I felt his bum rhythmically and powerfully contract around my finger. Andy made sure to lick my dick head super clean before he finally let go and rested his head next to it. The short hair on his nape tickled my now very sensitive glans, so I asked him to roll my foreskin back over it.

I left my finger inside him for another minute then pushed the plug back inside his bum. He didn't move a muscle even when the widest part spread his butthole wide open yet again.

"Are you sleeping, Tiger?"

"No," he said. "Just resting. Can we stay like this, just for a little while?"

"It sure would be nice if we could, but you'll only fall asleep. Let's get you back in your own bed, okay?"

"M'kay."

He may not have been sleeping at the time, however he wasn't fully awake either. I gently pushed him off me and he remained in the position he landed in. I knew he was only pretending to be asleep, I had done that so often myself when I was his age. Though I was tired too, I just couldn't go to sleep without getting Andy back into his diaper.

I somehow willed myself into action, got his diaper strapped back around his waist and dressed him in his pajamas. Finally I dropped him onto his bed and covered him up. I briefly checked on John, he was lost to the world, fast asleep and very faintly snoring.

"G'nite, Tiger," I whispered and gently kissed Andy's lips, then went to bed myself.

***

That first week of our summer break from school, Andy alternated between sleeping with and without the plug. He absolutely hated the enemas I administered, but, because I refused sticking the plug into his bum unless he was perfectly clean on the inside, he accepted the discomfort.

"Dad, it doesn't mean I like you doing it," he told me as he was getting ready to have his bum filled with water yet again. "I only let you do it 'cuz I wanna feel like John did."

"Well, you can keep this plug in your bum all day long tomorrow."

John had done that and I couldn't see any reason for why Andy couldn't do the same. It wouldn't be exactly the same for Andy, though; we didn't have any plans that required us leaving the house during the day and we would even have the day all to ourselves.

John had left for Mallorca, a Spanish island popular to charter tourists. Well, he wasn't there on his own, his parents and Jane were there with him for two weeks of vacationing.

Andy and John were quite sad of having to be separated for so long, but John had practically been living in our house during the first week of summer. This kind of made up for the two long weeks they now had to get by without their best friend.

John will be too busy for missing Andy while he's on holiday, I thought. Nor will Andy be moping around at home for two weeks with nothing to do but long for John's returning, I decided.

I talked to the parents of his two new friends from school and organized some play dates for the three kids. If all went well, I planned on taking the kids on a hiking trip to one of the larger state forests. It wasn't anything major, only two days with a single night of us sleeping in a simple bivouac made from a piece of tarp. We'd be walking about ten miles [16 km] all in all, and this would be more than enough for making the kids believe we were the only people alive on Earth.

It was quite easy getting Randall's parents to agree to the hike. They knew I was in the Guard and that I would know what to do if something went wrong; while I didn't qualify for being an emergency medical responder, I had taken some advanced field medic courses. I bring a small first-aid kit, and, if needed, we could always call for help on my cell phone; the coverage in the area was very good.

***

I arranged the play dates, not so much for the children's sake, but for us parents to have a chance for spending a bit of time together and getting to know one another. The kids already knew each other from school and got along nicely.

Little Susan was hopelessly in love with my Andy, though he certainly wasn't interested in having a girlfriend and fully ignored all of her attempts of enchanting him. Still, I didn't want for Andy growing up being uncomfortable with girls like I had, and if I could somehow have the two of them grow closer to each other, maybe this wouldn't happen to him. I never meant for them to become anything other than close friends.

Anyway, the play dates went fine, the three kids spent time playing while we grownups hung out. I'm not a very outgoing person by nature, but I can push myself to cross the boundaries made up by my own insecurity. I tire a lot from doing so, but for short amounts of time I can converse with pretty much anyone. I just prefer living in my own little bubble with my son and very little interference from other people. Except for John of course.

I just didn't want for Andy growing up to become a hermit or with only one person to call friend at a time. John was Andy's only friend now, exactly like Casey had once been my only friend. I feared for their friendship ending the same way my friendship with Casey had; one of them outgrowing the other, leaving one of them hopelessly behind. Step one to prevent this was introducing more kids to the boys and hopefully both of them would end up with a lot of friends they could depend on.

Unlike Randall's parents, Susan's mother was very protective of her daughter. She didn't feel entirely comfortable with letting Susan go on a hike with two boys and a man she hardly knew. She discretely told me this, so I suggested a sleepover at my house; she could call and check up on Susan any time, even come by unannounced if she wanted to. Of course I had no ulterior motives as for Susan spending a night at my house, I wasn't interested in what little she had in her knickers.

As for Randall, well, I already had two boys who were happily having sex with me; I certainly didn't need a third one competing for my attention. Though he was kind of a cute boy.

I'll only do something with him if he asks, I decided. I had never promised the boys I'd stay away from other people, neither had they ever asked me to.

Randall was just an average eight years old kid who wore thick eyeglasses that made his eyes look huge. He was super polite and respectful to me, and certainly cute in his own way, but not someone I absolutely, desperately felt the need for having sex with. Neither did I think Andy or John would want to jump the kid's bones either; after all, they had each other for that kind of fun.

We had three play dates at my house and everything went according to plan. The kids played nicely in the house and in the backyard, while we parents sat on the terrace playing cards and talked.

***

It wasn't long after the two kids had come to my house for the arranged sleepover that I learned I could just kick back and relax. Even without my supervision, all three of them played nicely with each other, though not very quietly. I had only had to refill the large lemonade jug in the fridge every hour or so. Susan and Randall had already had their lunch before their parents dropped them off and the kids helped themselves when they wanted a piece of fruit or something to drink.

Dinner was simple too, I had bought some packages with different pizza toppings, ready-to-go pizza dough, shredded cheese and tomato sauce. The kids unrolled the pizza dough, made their own pizzas and I helped them put them in the oven. Twenty minutes later they sat outside at the table, sampling all of the pizzas and having a blast.

I didn't insist on them bathing or even showering before bed, though they washed their hands and faces, and brushed their teeth, while I watched over them to make sure they did so properly.

When they were done, I discreetly asked Randall to remain in the bathroom with me while Susan and Andy went to his room.

"See this plastic bag on the counter?" I asked him when we were alone.

"Yes."

"When you wake up in the morning you can just put your wet diaper in the bag and leave it on the floor. I'll put it in the bin later so you won't have to worry about it, okay?"

"Okay, thanks."

"Well, I think it's time for all of you getting ready for bed now. If you go and get your jammies and diaper, you can get changed in here. I'll make sure you won't be disturbed until you're good and ready."

"Thanks, Teddy."

I stood guard in front of the bathroom door while Randall got changed. It wasn't needed as Susan and Andy were too busy yapping for noticing Randall wasn't in the room with them. When Randall joined them in his pajamas, I sent Susan into the bathroom to get changed for bed too.

Andy didn't want my help getting ready that night, and told me to get out when I tried following him into the bathroom after Susan vacated it wearing her nightie. Since he didn't want my help, I figured he wouldn't want for me to tell them all a bedtime story either, and I left it up to the kids figuring out how they were going to sleep.

Because Andy had a bunkbed, it meant two of them could sleep in a real bed and the third would have to sleep on an inflatable mattress I had spent ages pumping air into. All for naught, I discovered when I later checked up on the kids. Susan was in the top bunk where John usually slept, and my son and Randall were sharing the lower bunk.

Andy was sleeping with his head on his pillow as normal and Randall had put his pillow in the foot end of the bed and gone to sleep like that.

I hope none of them kicks out in their sleep, the other might take a nasty hit to his nuts, I thought. Oh well. Both of them are quite heavily padded down there so they probably wouldn't notice anyway.

I lifted the boys' covers, out of curiosity and a need for checking whether Andy had managed putting on his diaper properly. Both boys had on a pair of short sleeved pajamas with shorts due to the warm weather of summer. Though I couldn't tell what kind of diaper Randall was wearing I could tell from the bulging of his midsection that he was in fact wearing one under his shorts.

His glasses lay right next to a glass of water on a chair next to the bed. I studied his face as he lay there sleeping. He was completely at ease, fully relaxed without any wrinkles on his face. He looked completely different now that he wasn't wearing his glasses. When I looked closer I could see where they had rested on the bridge of his nose, there was an oval indention on both sides of his nose that hadn't completely smoothened out yet.

When I let my eyes wander to the side of his head I could see a narrow and very straight line across his skin. It looked like someone had used a pink colored marker to draw a line from the top of his ear towards his eyes. I briefly wondered what it was.

You idiot, it's where the arm of the glasses covers his temple, I thought when I finally got it figured out. It's where the sun was blocked from getting to his skin.

I nearly fell for the temptation of reaching out and letting a fingertip follow the line seemingly etched into his skin. I wanted to comfort the kid, suddenly feeling very sorry for him needing glasses just for being able to see clearly; something I took for granted.

I curiously picked up his glasses and was surprised by how heavy they were. Gingerly, I put them back exactly from where I had taken them.

I left Andy's bedroom with a heavy heart. Kids shouldn't have to be burdened by the hard facts of life from such a young age. At least he probably never knew what it was like to be able to see without glasses. Much like he, and Andy, has probably never slept through a single night without wetting himself.

They would likely outgrow the bedwetting, but Randall's eyes would never fix themselves; it seemed like such a waste to an otherwise perfect little boy.

I put on 'We were soldiers' to clear the depressive thoughts from my mind. Yes, it's kind of a sad movie when you give yourself time to think about what happens in it, but it also depicts the fellowship you feel as a soldier when things get tough. You can only do your best and hope that everyone on your side does the same. Then hope it'll be enough to live to see another day. I wasn't a real soldier, 'only' in the Guard, but I could certainly relate to the comradery displayed in the movie.

Finally, I managed to go to sleep and sleep like a little kid throughout the rest of the night.

***

I heard the sounds coming through the wall from Andy's bedroom when I woke. The kids weren't making a lot of noise; they certainly weren't why I woke. I woke simply because I was fully rested, not at all something I was used to, but something I could very easily get used to. I almost felt like I was a young teenager again, refreshed and ready for whatever the day would throw at me. Almost, because unlike when I was a teenager, I now had obligations to others than myself.

My bladder allowed me to lie in bed for another ten minutes before it forced me to get up. I put on a pair of sweatpants; with Randall and Susan in the house I couldn't walk around naked. I wasn't sure if their parents were as casual as me, and I had no idea as to what the kids' reaction of seeing me naked might be and I wasn't keen for finding out either.

I discovered the plastic bag lying on the bathroom floor, however it had two diapers in it, not one. One was Andy's and I gathered the other must be Randall's. His was an all-white pull-up diaper and quite heavy, fully loaded with pee as Andy's was. I judged the two diapers weighed approximately the same when I held them up which put me more at ease with Andy's wetting.

I threw the plastic bag with the soiled diapers in the trash outside, washed my hands and got breakfast ready. All three kids joined me when everything was ready, not a moment earlier of course, and they very nearly managed to slip back into Andy's bedroom before I loudly cleared my throat.

Andy gave me a sheepish look, however he didn't object to clearing the table for me.

With Randall and Susan helping him, it didn't take them long putting everything back where it belonged and Susan even wiped over the table with a damp cloth. Something Andy would never do unless I'd remind him of it.

Just before lunch Randall's father picked him up and Susan's mother arrived at 3 PM to whisk her daughter away from my house.

***

"Did you have a nice time?" I asked Andy now that we were finally all alone again.

"I had a great time!"

"Even after Randall left?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I forget Susan is a girl."

I knew what he meant, even though Susan wore dresses, she was somewhat of a tomboy. I also knew that those words coming from my son was a great compliment, though others might find them offending.

"So you wouldn't mind if she came along hiking with us?"

"No. Wait… What hike?"

It was the first he heard of the hike I was planning. I hadn't taken my son hiking or camping after we last went with Michelle. I'd spent so much time outside with the Guard that any need I had ever felt for wilderness camping was more than adequately satisfied. It's just so much easier with indoor plumbing, a stove that won't fall over while cooking and doesn't require gas or a steady supply of wood to work.

Not to forget the comforts of sleeping in a real bed, and not having to live with annoying mosquitoes or the even smaller insects that always seem to find a way to get to your face no matter how many layers of clothing you're wearing and the amount of repellent you've sprayed on yourself.

Andy had shown an interest in basic survival, always wanting to watch stuff like the Robinson Expedition [Survivor], a show in which ordinary men and women go to live on a deserted island competing to stay on the show every week. It bored me to tears having to watch that show with him, having to listen to the intrigues and witness the annoying tactics everyone used trying to win the prize of roughly $100,000.

Andy fortunately wasn't interested in the intrigues and the backstabbing taking place in the show, he was simply watching it to see what they'd build with almost no tools. Hence my reason for taking him on a hike.

I wanted to find some activities for him, something that would get him out of the house and out amongst kids his own age. The small city we lived in had more than a few sports clubs and more than one pack of boy scouts.

If he got hooked on hiking, I planned to talk to him about joining the scouts and then figure out if he was interested in sports. I knew he was fairly competent with a soccer ball, something he sure hadn't picked up from me, and he would happily watch handball matches with me. Handball is an indoor sports, extremely physical and at times quite dramatic too. It's not a contact sport per say, kind of like basketball, but with proper goals rather than baskets.

The only problem was Andy's size. He was still a small boy, not just short for his age, but overall. It seemed as if his growth had completely stopped at age 6, and I had to take that into consideration as well.

After the fight he had been in at his old school, now a more or less forgotten event, I'd taught him a couple of self-defensive moves.

Karate or some other kind of martial arts is perhaps better for him? Truth be told, there were so many options I had trouble narrowing them down to a conceivable level.

I can't make him choose from a list, he'll only want to try all of them, before making up his mind, and then he will want to do them all again, just to make sure. No, I'll let him pick two activities. Scouts and soccer, or maybe handball and karate, perhaps karate and scouts? That and school will fill up the days of the week nicely, but still leave him enough time to spend with his friends.

"Hey Dad, what hike?" he asked me again.

"Oh, well, I was wondering if you'd want to go hiking in a dumb, old boring forest with me and hopefully Randall and Susan," I told him and I could see the excitement building within him. "But I know you're more interested in staying at home with your computer."

Of course Andy wanted to spend two days hiking and so did Susan and Randall. I had chosen a forest I knew well as most of it was inside the military terrain we regularly used for our drills. All I had to do was pick up the phone and call the barracks in charge of the terrain and find out if the army was using it. Then call the parents and let them know when to drop off their kids, what they should bring and, more importantly, not bring.

We planned the hike to take place a week from then, this left us enough time for buying whatever things the kids needed. With the gear I had from the Guard, I was ready to go right there and then, but the same couldn't be said for Andy.

***

However, all thoughts of the upcoming hike were pushed aside for the time being when Andy told me he'd like me to give him a bath.

This had become one of his ways of letting me know that he wanted to get sexual with me. He was on a mission too, growing ever more desperate trying to get me to "put in the next one." Yep, he wanted badly to experience the feelings John had told him of. Even more so after I had made him climax by massaging his prostate with my finger; which I now did every time I unplugged him in the mornings after he slept with the plug inside of him.

That afternoon I relented and 'upgraded' him.

"Dad, my butt is ready for the next one," he told me after I had pushed the smallest plug inside him. "You hafta know it too."

He was telling the truth, actually I knew from the third day of plugging him that he was ready for the next one, but I didn't want to hurt John's feelings by giving Andy the upper hand in their boyish competition.

The boys were so different, John was much mellower than Andy.

John was simply put much easier to please than Andy. Andy was always trying to get the most out of anything in the quickest way possible. It isn't necessarily a bad thing always striving for improvement, but sometimes I just wished that he'd slow down and enjoy what he had instead of demanding ever more.

Maybe it was because his mother left him or the fight at his old school, I'm not sure, he was just very hard to please, and I was afraid Andy would end up getting hurt or hurting someone else if he ever reached a point from where he just couldn't go to the next level. No matter if it was a computer game or something far more serious than that.

He was however ready for number two plug, both mentally and physically. And he almost cheered when he saw me reaching for the bigger plug.

I had him turn over on the bed so he was on his back with his legs pulled back. I wanted to be able to see his facial expressions while I'd work the bigger plug inside his bum. I just knew I wouldn't be able to trust him to tell me if it hurt him too much. I knew he could very easily lie to me, but his eyes always revealed the truth.

Andy took that second plug into his butt quicker and easier than I had thought possible. He, who had often enough wrinkled his nose in disgust at getting anything stuck into his butthole, seemed more into anal sex than John who absolutely loved it.

Okay, while Andy took it more easily, it wasn't exactly painless to him when the plug finally slid all the way in. His eyes watered up briefly, but he smiled softly in triumph when he realized he had done it.

I felt a bit remorseful at the sight of my son lying there with a relatively big butt plug up his ass. I could hear Michelle's words reverbing in my mind.

"You fucking corrupted him, Teddy," I kept hearing her say over and over as I watched Andy smile at me.

Well, to this day, I'm still not entirely sure whether she was right about that or not. Did I just help Andy realize what it was he had always wanted and eventually would have found out on his own? Or did I in fact push both him and John out of their comfort zones, only getting them ready for me to abuse?

I was afraid of what I had started would end up in disaster. That it would be like a snowball rolling down a hillside ever growing in size until it would grow big enough to smash anything it met on its way down.

Still, Andy smiled at me, with both his mouth and his eyes.

Chapter 40
Corrupted or not?

"You fucking corrupted him, Teddy!"

Those had been Michelle's words, I think she couldn't have left a more permanent mark on me if she had tattooed them on my forehead. She might as well have put a chastity belt on me. Even as Andy lay there on my bed with a rather large butt plug inside of him, my dick was flaccid. It didn't matter how much he seemed to be enjoying the feeling of the silicone stretching his rearmost passage.

Andy didn't stay on the bed for long, as soon as he had adjusted to the plug, he got up and jumped off the bed. He walked to the living room slowly as if he wanted to linger at the feelings his bum generated while the plug doubtlessly shifted around inside of him. It was large enough for putting pressure on his prostate at all time unlike the starter plug.

I sat on my bed, I needed a moment alone before joining my son in the living room. I wanted Michelle's accusations to disappear from my mind. Suddenly the musky smell from Andy's bum got too much for me, it was a constant and very present reminder of what I had just done to him. The starter plug sat there on the bed, almost glowing with its pink color. The lube and anal juice smeared on it was an even more in-your-face evidence of something illegal having taken place only moments before.

I wanted to take that plug and everything else I had ever used sexually with the boys and simply throw them away. I wished for being able to deny the fact that I had enjoyed using them on or in two very young boys and by doing so had made them more sexually aware.

I know all humans have a latent sexuality from birth, that it will make its presence known at times only to go back into hiding again. That's why Andy and John had played with their friends that way, exploring the budding feelings inside of their bodies. I might have done wrong by teaching them better ways of having sex at such a young age, but wasn't it better for them? To help them overcome the awkwardness of wanting to enjoy their boyish bodies but not really knowing how?

I should have just bought a children's book on sex and read it to them. This wouldn't have been enough, I knew, it would only have increased their curiosity. It would have made me horny as hell too, which inevitably would've led to the same situation I found myself in right then.

"Aw, fuck it all," I said aloud and picked up the butt plug. On the way to the bathroom I cracked open the window to get the sweet smell of Andy's boy-ass out of my bedroom. After carefully rinsing the plug, I hurried outside wanting to postpone the moment where I'd have to face my son. I saw him momentarily, just a glance of him, when I nearly fled from the house into the safe haven of my backyard.

Those few seconds I saw him, he was rocking back and forth like John had shown him to. He looked sort of like an autistic kid as he sat there low on his haunches hugging his knees in front of him while he ground the base of the plug on the floor making it shift inside of him.

Instead of sitting while I smoked I went to the far side of the yard, not a terribly long walk at all, certainly not long enough for clearing my mind from the thoughts clouding it. I paced the privacy fence as if I was on guard duty.

***

"Dad?"

The sound of Andy's voice pierced through whatever it was I had been thinking about. I looked to my side and there he was, walking along with me. He had put on a pair of shorts before coming out to me.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

I stopped walking.

"I'm not sure. Just thinking, I guess."

He rolled his eyes at me, probably thinking I was weird or that I didn't want him to know what I was really doing. He went to his swing set and sat on one of the swings. He kept his butt well clear of the seat, only sat with his thighs resting on it.

Realizing I had gotten as far as I could get towards a solution on my own, I went to sit on the swing next to him. I needed my son's help to work it all out even if he probably wouldn't understand the problem.

"How's your bum, Tiger?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral.

"It's like John said, it's nice and also not so nice."

"Want me to take it out again?"

"No. I just gotta get used to it, 's all."

"Well, if it doesn't feel nice then I really think…"

"It is nice, why don't you ever listen to what I say?"

"But you said it wasn't nice too."

"It's mostly nice, just… Argh, I don't know how to 'splain it."

I could tell he was frustrated by not being able to express himself. I used to be that way too, when I was his age and couldn't find the right words.

"Okay, anyway if you want me to take it out, just tell me. You don't have to wear it until tomorrow morning, you know?"

"I know. But I don't want it out. It does feel good, it just makes me wanna poop all the time."

I knew the feeling, sort of anyway; I never could stand having a plug in my ass for very long myself. I just couldn't suppress the need for emptying myself when my rectum was full.

While I enjoyed the delay of getting to the real problem, I knew I had to start at some point or another. We sat in silence for a time, just enjoying sitting there together, a father and his son; behaving like any dad and his offspring would, if not for the fact that the son sat with a large pink butt plug buried inside his little butthole.

We were listening to birds singing and sometimes slapping at an annoying fly. It was a very nice, sunny day, almost too nice for talking about the topic I had on my mind.

"Andy?" I quietly asked.

"Mmm?"

"The sex stuff, you know, did I do something that made you want to do that?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, do you remember what you did with Michael back then?"

"Uh-huh. His mom got really mad at me, didn't she?"

"She did, but don't worry about her now. Do you remember how it all started?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, how did you end up sucking on Michael's dick?"

"Daaaad!"

I looked over at him and could tell my question had clearly embarrassed him.

"Sorry, Andy. I didn't mean to upset you, but it is really important that you tell me. Please."

He looked about ready to take off running.

"Tiger, I know it is hard to talk about, but please tell me. Who started it?"

"Me," he offered in a small voice.

"Do you remember why you wanted to do that?"

"No."

He said that too quickly. Just a reflex answer, if anything. Oh, how I wanted to let him off the hook, to just allow him to forget the embarrassing moment of being caught by Michael's mother and the humiliation he must have suffered while being yelled at by her. But, I couldn't. If I didn't get answers to my questions, my conscience, what little I had, would only keep tormenting me.

"Please, think about it, try to remember. For me, your Daddy."

He squirmed on the swing.

"I saw Michelle do it to you. I only wanted to see what it was like," Andy blurted out before finally taking off from the swing in a full out sprint towards the house.

"Andy?" I shouted and got up from my swing. I sat back down when I realized I'd never be able to catch up to him before he got to his bedroom anyway.

That little tidbit of information he shared with me was however exactly what I needed to see the full picture. He had been a very curious toddler, he still was. Well, no longer a toddler, but still every bit as curious as when he had been one. So, at one time or another, he had watched Michelle giving me a blowjob. We had been ever so cautious, only ever having sex when we were absolutely positive that Andy was sleeping in his bed or pram when he was even younger.

But, even with all we had done to prevent it from happening, Andy had somehow witnessed Michelle and I having sex without us noticing it. That he had done it with Michael was probably only because he hadn't been playing with any girls at the time. Andy might not be gay after all. Even though he, at the very moment, had a fair sized butt plug lodged inside of his little bum and apparently enjoyed it a lot.

"You fucking hypocrite, Michelle," I swore loudly, "You corrupted our son just as much as I did!"

***

When I entered Andy's bedroom I found him lying face down on his bed reading a comic book. I was relieved to see he wasn't in tears from the embarrassing interrogation I had put him through. I sat down on the edge of the bed and started massaging his back and shoulders.

"Dad?"

"Mmm?"

"Can you get the oil and, you know, like you used to?"

"You remember that, eh?"

"Yeah, it was nice. Why don't you do it no more?"

"I don't know really. I figured you outgrew it."

"Why? You never asked, just stopped doing it."

"Well, if you want to, I'll rub you now."

"Duh, I already asked you."

"Right, you did."

After a quick trot to the bathroom I was right back at his side, this time with a half full bottle of baby oil and a large beach towel. It wasn't the time for teasing him of being a baby, so I somehow refrained from doing so. He was right though, I had indeed given him massages right after bathing him. Well, not proper massages, just more or less worked the oil into his soft baby skin preventing it from drying out. He was also right about me having just stopped doing it without asking him when he was around 3½ years old.

In the brief time I had left him on his own he had slipped off his shorts and when I returned he got up so I could arrange the towel on the bed; there was no need for getting baby oil all over the linen. He almost didn't give me enough time to get the towel spread out before he got down on top of it.

He squealed almost girlishly when I squirted the cool oil onto his back, right from his neck to the start of the valley between his bum cheeks.

"You can do it harder," he told me as I was gently massaging the oil into his shoulder.

So he wants a deep tissue massage, I thought and started just that.

"Ow… Uughhhh… Uhm…"

His small noises of appreciation accompanied my massage. When I found some kinks in his neck muscles, he suddenly wasn't all so happy anymore. It had to hurt him while I used my thumbs to work out the kinks, but even though he gasped loudly from the pain, he never told me to stop.

"Tiger, do you like pain?" I asked him casually.

"A little," he said as if it wasn't a big deal.

"You only like pain a little bit or do you like it when it only hurts a little?"

He mulled it over before answering.

"I like it when it hurts a lot for a little while."

"So, something like a slap on your bottom?"

"Uh-huh. I kinda like it if it hurts only a little but for longer too."

"Tell me more. I'm not sure I understand that, tiger."

"Like if I pinch my dink real hard it only hurts a little and I like to pinch it for a long time. I kinda like when John flicks at my balls, but I don't like when he squeezes them for a long time."

"Hmm. Andy, did you enjoy it when I've smacked your bottom?"

"No! I don't like that cuz you're punishing me, but my dink gets hard from it too. I dunno really."

The massage seemed to make him much more honest with me, I doubt he would have told me of getting hard from being spanked if I had asked him any other time. He took away some of my regrets of having retorted to spanking him when I ran out of patience with him. Seeing as he was so sincere with me, I turned our conversation back to sex. I still wanted to know if it was truly what he wanted and not something he felt like he had to simply because I was his father.

"Okay. Remember when you had John suck you in my bed when you got scared of the thunder?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I dunno. I knew you wouldn't get mad at us and it just kinda happened."

"So you just woke up with your diaper sitting around your ankles and John accidently put his mouth on your little dink. Is that how it happened?"

"Nooo, not like that," Andy giggled.

"It's okay, as you said I didn't get mad. I just really would like you to tell me why you decided to play those games with me."

"Don't you wanna play sex with me and John?"

"Sure, I do. I love playing with you guys, more than anything really. I just don't want you thinking that you have to do it to make me love you or anything like that."

"You're silly, Dad."

"I am?"

"Yeah. We play with you cuz we want to. Cuz we know you like to play too and have nobody to play with."

"But, that's just it, Andy. I feel like you're only allowing me to play with you boys because you think I can't find anyone else to play with."

"No, you make our games more fun, Dad. You taught us to kiss. I thought that was really yucky. Then you showed us how nice a bum can be too. I didn't know that. Never would if you didn't do that to John."

"And here you are with a plug far up your little hiney hole."

"Uh-huh."

"You know it isn't exactly normal for a little boy having something in his hiney hole and enjoying it?"

"I know. I won't tell anyone. They won't understand. You told us that, remember?"

"Yes. It's very important that you always remember that, too."

"I won't forget. I like playing sex with you. It feels good and is fun too."

"It is and I can teach you more things to do when you get a little older."

"I'm eight years old! I'm old enough now."

"Well, you may think you are, but this little thing here," I said and pinched his dick. "It needs to grow bigger first."

"What's the size of my dink got to do with it?"

"You know, John likes me to fuck his ass. But that's because my dick is big enough to tickle his happy spot inside him. Your dink isn't up to that yet."

"Does it feel nice for you when you fuck him?"

"It's one of the nicest feelings you can possibly imagine, son," I said, truthfully.

"John told me it's really nice when you do that. Is that true or did he only say that to get me to…?"

"Well, I know John likes it a lot, some boys and men like being fucked. I can't say if you'll like it as much as John and I do, not until you actually try it for yourself."

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?"

"Of course, Andy, if you want me to. Not right now, not later today either. I will fuck you when we're both ready for it."

"Aw, please?"

"No, I'm not going to change my mind, son, this is one thing that will not happen until I decide you're ready."

I could have fucked him right there and then, his bowels were as clean as they could be. I could have fucked him even if he was packed full of crap; it wouldn't have made a difference, not with the towel under him. I knew his bum could handle my dick if only I took my time in the beginning. I was quite worked up too; in fact I was extremely horny for his little virgin boy-ass he had just freely offered to me.

He had to learn more about being patient though. That all good things come to those who can wait, well that's a complete bullshit saying, but I hope you get the point.

I had him turn over, partly so I wouldn't get more tempted by the wagging of his hind quarters, he was like a bitch in heat trying to lure me into pulling the plug out and plug him with the real thing instead. More so, because I had run out of places for rubbing oil into and I wanted to finish the massage I had promised him. Besides, I could probably make him forget all about me fucking him if only I gave him enough kiddy orgasms while stroking and sucking his little stiffy.

Well, it's worth a try anyway.

The massage of his front started far away from his dick, though. Nearly as far away as possible, seeing that I began massaging his scalp. I didn't put oil in his hair, which by the way still was as long and just as much a pain in the ass to dry after baths and still made him look so damned cute. Like a young David Gallagher from the 7^th heaven TV show. If Michelle had ever been right about anything it was letting Andy keep his hair like it was.

His hair was soft to the touch due to the hair balm I put in after washing it, each individual straw was thin and delicate. The color of his hair would vary from almost reddish dirty blonde in winter to all white by the end of summer. Michelle's hair was natural blonde, well it still is I suppose, but Andy had inherited the color of my hair. I remember I often wondered if he'd end up with orange red pubic hair like I had been cursed with.

I wasn't sure if I wanted Andy to get the same reddish pubic hair as mine, though there was very little I could do to dictate the color of it; then again, his pubes wouldn't start growing until years later.

He fully enjoyed the scalp massage like I knew he would, I had often done the same while bathing him. I worked on his small pecs next, making sure to lightly pinch his nipples until they stood firm. Now that I knew he enjoyed a bit of pain I just couldn't deny him the pleasure.

While I worked over his belly, it suddenly gurgled at me.

"Are you feeling hungry?" I asked, kind of stupidly. Of course Andy was hungry, he was always hungry, except for when he was sick. He was like one of the Hobbits from Tolkien's universe. His feet may have been too small and certainly weren't hairy enough to be mistaken for a Hobbit, but his stomach was exactly like theirs: A bottomless pit.

"We'll eat soon," I promised him after he gave me an exaggerated nod. "I just want to finish this first, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

I spent some time working over his thigh and leg muscles, after all, he had requested a massage, not a handjob nor a blowjob; though this was what I started doing next after wiping my hands on the towel. His little dink wasn't yet covered in baby oil and I knew from experience the taste of baby oil was extremely offensive.

I sucked him off while I rhythmically pushed on the base of the plug; making it go just a bit further into his butt which promptly tried to push it back out when I eased up on it. I couldn't do much else with the plug since it was too greasy from the baby oil I had poured into his bum crack. However, my slight pushing on the plug went straight into his prostate so he didn't need much more stimulation than that.

Andy lay almost quiet in his bed while I stimulated different areas of his body all at once; my son was very different from John. It was almost as if he was afraid of voicing his appreciation. Sure, he would gasp and moan a bit, and breathe ever more raggedly the closer I got him to his orgasm; but in comparison to John, Andy was like a little cub while John was a fully grown lion.

I'll certainly never have a need for gagging Andy to keep him quiet. Maybe John, but not Andy.

Oh, but just how wrong I was to think that was something I'd experience later on. Andy was simply a rookie when it came to sex, and, as I learned which of his buttons to push, he grew increasingly louder when we had sex. Right up to the point where I eventually would have to gag him to prevent him from disturbing the neighbors.

As it was, he only let out a muted moan when his dick started pumping in my mouth, though he carried on moaning for a while longer than he usually did; the butt plug seemingly prolonged his orgasm.

"Wo-ow, Daddy. I thought it'd never stop. You made the plug keep bumping into that spot," Andy told me out of breath when he finally was able to speak.

I could tell the experience of an orgasm with the bigger plug in him had taken its toll on him, so I decided to forego a second orgasm. At least all thoughts of me fucking his butt had vacated his mind for the time being.

We had dinner and later in the evening he went to get ready for bed alone.

He took a shower and didn't ask me to help him afterwards, so obviously the massage had been enough pampering for one day. He only allowed me to quickly refasten his diaper, making it sit a lot tighter than he had been able to on his own. He kissed me goodnight before going to bed, closing his door after he went into his bedroom. I could see the light from his bedside lamp seep through the edges of the door as he read to himself.

Well, he may have rocked another orgasm out of his prostate, I'm not entirely sure, all I know is the light was turned off when I later had to use the bathroom. I didn't check in on him, deciding that if he needed me, he knew where to find me.

***

The next morning, when I liberated his butt from the rubbery invader I had pushed inside, I think he had mixed emotions towards having it removed.

It had to be nice not having something constantly making him feel like he was in the middle of a bowel movement. On the other hand, I could easily understand if he missed the sensation of having his prostate manipulated with every slight movement of his body.

He understood my rules though and didn't object to them at the time.

It was still one night with a plug in his butt then one without and so on, though I would change the routine every now and then by letting him keep a plug inside of him for a full day.

Chapter 41
Hiking and more

Our hiking trip went extremely well. Andy and his two friends didn't seem to miss the comforts of electricity, running water and flushing toilets. Indeed they thought it was a lot of fun having to use my small field spade for digging a shallow hole in the dirt before they could do their business squatting over it. The boys even took to squatting like Susan when peeing, just so they too got to use the spade more than twice.

The kids didn't put on a big show when they would relieve themselves, but all of us knew what it meant whenever one of them asked for the little spade and the roll of toilet paper, and I pointed out where they should go for their moment of privacy while answering the call of nature.

Absolutely nothing sexually arousing happened over the two days; I didn't get even as much as one little peek at a nude buttock or anything. In the evening when Randall and Andy put on their diapers, they undressed while deep inside their sleeping bags. The only evidence of their bedwetting, I got to see, were the two wet diapers we had to bring home with us. I simply put the diapers, wrapped up in a plastic bag, into my backpack and that was it.

While we walked back to my car Randall very politely asked me if I'd take them out camping again and I told him to ask his parents first, though I sure wouldn't mind taking all three of them again and hopefully John would come too.

It had been fun teaching them a bit about nature and seeing their reactions to different things. Spending time with the three kids made me see the world as they did, and for brief periods of time it was like I was a little boy again. Stuff that seemed trivial to the adult me thrilled my inner child, much as it thrilled the real kids.

***

Back at home, after Randall and Susan were picked up by their parents, Andy and I had one single day alone before John would return from Mallorca.

I knew he'd want to spend all the time he could get away with in our company. I looked forward to him coming over and once again be able to have proper sex. I still kept sex with Andy limited to heavy petting and oral sex; this was very nice indeed, but was a sore substitute for anal sex. I needed someone to fuck and I didn't deem Andy ready for that yet.

However, he wanted to be plugged up again now that we were alone. He didn't complain too much when I told him we had to shower and bathe first. He understood that after two days with very little focus on hygiene it wouldn't be very pleasant having sex until we were clean. He even went through the dreaded enema routine somewhat more enthusiastically than previously; it was something he now knew must be done, a bit like brushing his teeth was something he had to do whether or not he felt like it.

He insisted on getting everything ready for his enema on his own.

"Daddy, help me," he asked at last and held up the hose attached to the full enema bag which he had filled to the brim with tap water.

"Hmm, you've put too much water in it," I said and let some of it out.

He got into position on the floor and could have slid the nozzle into himself; it would have been easy for him to just reach back and guide it into his little butthole, before opening the valve.

"I can't, Daddy. You do it," he objected when I told him what he had to do.

He simply couldn't take the last step on his own and had to rely on someone else doing it for him. He would always ask for me, and later John, to help him by sticking the nozzle in and starting the flow of water. I guess it was easier for him accepting the uncomfortable feeling of slowly being filled up with water when it was 'forced' upon him by someone other than himself.

You'd think a kid afraid of getting a little – okay, quite a lot of – water inside his bowels wouldn't be interested in anal play, but that certainly wasn't the case with Andy.

After his enema, he went to the chest of drawers where I now kept the butt plugs and brought back the ones he wanted for me to put into his butt. There weren't just the two smallest that I expected, he brought the second largest one as well: The very one John still had problems accepting inside of him.

Andy didn't say anything, neither did he look at me, he simply lined up the plugs on the bed and got into position lying on his knees and elbows next to them.

Even though it was two days since the last time anything went into his bum he took the first and smallest plug without any problems at all. Almost as soon as the tip breached through his little wrinkled sphincter I found all of the plug sitting securely inside of his bum. I tugged at the anchor-like base and observed his bum hole as it expanded and suddenly spat out the plug with a small wet fart.

"Put the next one in," I heard Andy whisper to me.

"Okay," I agreed while keeping my voice down too.

I don't know why we were whispering, we were all alone in the house and no one would've been able to hear us even if we had spoken quite loudly to each other. It added another dimension; we were already excited from what we were doing and pretending that we had to do it in near silence so that we wouldn't be discovered instantly made me bone up.

I should just fuck him now, I considered. Andy lay on my bed on his knees and elbows with his pert little bum pushed back and up into the air; his bum hole glistened with lube and the slightly dilated center of it seemed only to be begging for my cock. No, I just can't fuck him now!

I realized that if I did, I wouldn't be able to give him the experience I wanted for his first time. I wanted to downright pummel a tight asshole; While Andy's was without a doubt very tight, he would never live through such a hard fuck I was desperate for. I have to wait until tomorrow, when John gets home.

Shit! John hasn't been fucked in fourteen days! Not, unless he had been fooling around with one of the natives, which I knew was rather unlikely. I couldn't fuck the one year older friend of my son like I wanted to either, not only hadn't he been fucked, well at least I sure hoped he hadn't, but he hadn't had anything going into his tight end for the same length of time.

I had to find someone I could really lay into before I tried fucking either one of my young boys.

However, my primary concern right now was Andy and he was anxious for me to plug his hole with the second smallest butt plug. While he didn't say anything, the wriggling of his bum told me how impatiently he was waiting for it.

He stopped thrashing around on the bed as soon as he felt the tip of the plug at his back entrance and lay perfectly still as I slowly fed it into him. Like the first, he took the larger one quite easily and only allowed for me to push it in and out for a short while.

"Daddy, put in the last. My bum is ready now."

I could hardly make out the words my son said, his whisper was so low, but I understood what he wanted. Though I wasn't sure whether his bum was truly ready or not, I gently pulled out the plug and almost as gently started pushing the third of the plugs into him.

It wouldn't go in as easily as the two earlier ones, this one was so much larger and Andy had never had anything close to this size in his butt.

"Tiger, prepare yourself for a bit of pain. This will hurt some but it should only be for a short time," I warned him.

"Do it, I want it in my bum. John did it, so I can too." I could hear the determination on his voice and knew he thought himself ready for it.

Even so, I completely removed the plug so I could put more lube on his small anus. Before he had time for objecting to the removal of the plug, I swiftly pushed it fully inside of him in one continuous motion and kept pushing hard at the base while his shocked sphincter deftly closed up behind the thickest part of it.

"Yeoow!" Andy briefly shrieked out when the plug went inside of him; mostly from the sheer surprise rather than any actual pain I think, since he stopped shrieking as soon as it was seated. I let go of the plug and watched his sphincter pull it even further inside of him as he tightened it up firmer around the base.

When nothing more than the two anchor-like prongs could be seen on the outside, I knew the plug was securely seated inside of my son. This plug sure wasn't going to work itself out by accident; removing it would take a whole lot of straining from Andy and quite possibly I'd have to help him when the time came.

I caressed his bum cheek before I rose to my feet.

"Stay there on the bed while you get used to having that plug in your bum, Tiger. It may take a while, but don't get up too soon," I told him and picked up the two other plugs so I could go and wash them.

Andy only nodded at my words of advice, he seemed too captivated by the feelings from his undoubtedly very full rectum to do any more than that.

***

I dropped the butt plugs into the bathroom sink and went outside for a smoke and put our sleeping bags on the clothesline so they could get a bit of air before I'd put them into storage. When I went back inside after that, Andy was still lying on my bed, although he had now turned around to lie on his back and was frantically wanking his small dick.

His eyes were shut and he was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't hear me and I stood for a few minutes in silence taking in the sight of my son pleasuring himself. It was a sweet moment, though he was masturbating with such reckless intensity I worried he was hurting himself in the process.

I finally left him alone and got started on cooking dinner for us.

About fifteen minutes later he joined me in the kitchen, walking very slowly and carefully, not at all like the Andy I knew who'd usually skip or run around like his pants were on fire.

"Still getting used to it?" I asked him while trying to access the state of his dink, knowing the answer to my question even before he replied. Fortunately, though the tip of Andy's foreskin had turned quite red, it wasn't bleeding.

"Uh-huh. It's biiig!" He said with his eyes wide open underlining his statement.

"It's only about the size of my cock," I said. "And when your bum's ready, it'll be the next thing going in there."

"Tonight?"

"No, Andy. Not tonight. It won't be for a long time. Maybe a couple of weeks from now, we'll see."

"Oh."

I couldn't tell if my son was unhappy or felt a sense of relief of what I had told him. I didn't ask him to elaborate and he didn't feel compelled to do so on his own accord. He just left and plonked down on the floor in front of the TV. I found him there, lying on his front with his legs splayed wide open as he watched the animated cartoon on the TV. I had to call for him twice to get his attention so we could eat dinner.

***

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I really don't like peas much."

I had expected for him to make a remark about the large butt plug lodged deep in his innards, but no, he was just acting like any other eight year-old picky boy would.

"Well, peas are good for you and they barely have any flavor at all, so just eat them quickly before they get cold."

"They look like snot. And they taste like it too."

"Then you should have no problems eating them. You quite happily pick your nose and eat whatever you find. You also snort in your snot and swallow it instead of blowing your nose."

"That's not the same, snot is much more…"

"Shush now, just eat your peas, Andy. Or you won't get any dessert."

Maybe it was bad parenting, but it was pretty much the only way to get Andy to eat his vegetables. He knew I meant it when I said there'd be no dessert if he didn't eat up, though he did make a show out of eating the very few peas I had put on his plate.

He was busy eating his ice cream when I asked if he would be able to watch a Disney movie on his own while I took care of some business. Fortunately for me, he said he could.

I loaded the movie into the VCR and started it, then went outside in the garden.

Grindr was a new app I had heard of but hadn't yet installed on my smartphone, a fact that was about to change that night. I was dying to fuck someone, anyone. As long as they had an asshole that was somewhat clean, I'd be interested in fucking it.

It didn't take my phone long to download the app and I quickly filled in my details, making sure to list my preferred position as top. As soon as I saved the profile, the screen started filling with profile pictures of those near me.

So I can't find anyone who want to play with me, eh, Andy? I thought when my phone started alerting me of incoming messages.

I'm not sure if it was just pure luck or whatever it was, but about 95% of those currently online were bottoms looking for tops. Even though I hadn't lied about my stocky build, I received four messages almost at the same time from people interested in hooking up with me. It was an instant boost to my confidence, and I soon found an 18 year-old who looked and sounded interesting to me.

What attracted me the most was he looked like he was fourteen in his profile picture, and the pictures he sent to me during our short conversation revealed he was slim and toned with very little body hair. He was about twenty minutes from my house and though he didn't own a car, he told me he was able to borrow his aunt's for up to an hour or so and would come to me. I gave him the name of the street behind my house and told him to call me when he was close.

***

I went back inside to check up on Andy, he was still watching the movie but looked as if he was about to nod off.

"Tiger, let's get you ready for bed now."

"No!"

"Andy, I can tell you're nodding off. It'll only take a few minutes and then you can continue watching the movie until you fall asleep."

"No Dad, I'm trying to watch this. I'm not sleepy."

"I'm not saying you are," I said, picked up the remote and paused the VCR. Andy as per usual got very annoyed with me, but I simply picked him up from the floor and carried him into the bathroom. I placed him in front of the toilet and told him to pee.

"I can't," he whined after a couple of minutes of just standing there.

The unusual sensation of the plug in his bum obviously prevented the poor boy from relieving himself, but I was kind of pressed for time, and though I loved my son above all else, I had a grade 'A' young man on the way to meet me. A young man who was most interested in a hard fuck outside in my backyard.

"Well, I'm sure your diaper will cope with a little more pee going into it. You're going to sleep with that plug in your bum tonight, Andy."

He didn't seem all too pleased with that, but I put on my 'I'm your father!' expression and for once he didn't try arguing with me; he was after all more interested in returning to his movie. I quickly put the diaper on him, then told him to brush his teeth while I'd find some pajama bottoms for him.

I've no idea if his teeth were clean when he was back in front of the TV, his breath smelled from toothpaste and that was good enough for me on this particular night. About an hour remained of the movie when I once again went into the backyard and checked my phone.

I had three missed calls on it, all from an unknown number. I swore to myself as I called the number, thinking it was the young stud who had tried calling to let me know he wasn't going to make it.

I heard the sound of a moving car in the background when a young man's voice answered my call. It turned out he was on his way but needed a little help in locating my house, or more precisely, how he'd get to the street behind my house so he could enter my yard from there.

He was about five minutes away and I spent the time waiting for him with my left hand in my sweatpants lazily nursing my erection. It would be far too embarrassing if I couldn't get hard enough for fucking the young lad, now that I had promised him a good, hard fuck even if it was only going to be a quickie.

I didn't even know his name, just his chosen username on Grindr, '18'. Then again, it scarcely mattered what his name was, it was after all only a 'no-strings-attached' hookup. He'd be gone within 25-30 minutes after his arrival, hopefully with a healthy dosage of my sperm seeping from his ass.

***

I heard a car entering the street, then the engine was turned off. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I answered it.

"So, which one's your gate? I've just parked the car."

"I'll open it for you now. When you go into the yard, just walk three meters [c. 9 feet] to the right. There you'll find a table you can lean over. Please keep your voice down, my son's home and I don't want him or the neighbors hearing us."

"Alright. I'm a little nervous, but really excited too. You can fuck me however you want, I won't make any noise at all."

"Okay, that's great. Ah, there you are."

I ended the call and showed the young man to where I was going to fuck him silly. My dick was harder than I thought possible and a small amount of pre-cum was lubricating the tip of it, something I couldn't remember when had happened last. The young man did in fact look younger than 18, though I knew he must be for having a license.

He was exactly as hot in real life as the pictures he had sent, a little shorter than me and when he bared his ass to me, I saw it was slim and firm, and completely void of hair. Either he had shaved his buttocks and around his hole, or he was naturally hairless, to me it didn't matter which; it was precisely how I preferred asses to be.

Without wasting any precious time I walked right up to him and squirted a bit of lube into his crack and almost immediately my index finger was deep inside of his tight, hot hole. That's when I realized he came prepared, his asshole was almost overflowing with lube.

"Good boy," I told him as if he was no older than Andy or John and I quickly tugged the front of my sweatpants down.

The 18 year-old, who looked like he was fourteen, had an ass that felt every bit as tight as John's, but I didn't show him any mercy when I pushed inside of it. The lad had asked me if I was able to give him a hard and dominant, merciless fuck, and this was exactly what I was in the mood for. I gasped from the sudden heat enclosing most of my dick and quickly moved my hands to hold onto the top of his shoulders.

I'm not sure if the lad got what he wanted, I simply fucked him as hard and for as long as I could, then eased off just before I'd cum inside of him. I could've sent my sperm flying within five minutes, but somehow this didn't seem right to me.

He had spent about twenty minutes on the road for this and I figured I'd have to make it last at least for that long. I tried to, however his ass was just too tight and too hot, and it had been far too long since I had fucked anyone to keep going for anywhere near as long as I wanted.

"Damn, kid! You have a super nice ass. Sorry I came so darn quickly," I quietly panted afterwards.

He told me it didn't matter and declined my offer of sucking him off and pulled his shorts up.

"I only want to suck off other men or let them fuck me. I don't want my dick to be involved," he quickly explained before he left my yard.

I must admit I was a bit sad to see him leave, I would've loved fucking him again and I could tell from his accent that he likely wasn't from this part of the country. Andy was however all alone in the house and I just couldn't leave him alone for any longer.

I never should've left him alone in the first place. What was I thinking? He's only eight for crying out loud!

Andy was peacefully asleep in front of the TV when I entered the house and I carefully carried him into his bed. It wasn't until I had tucked him in that I noticed the state of my sweatpants. There were traces of lube all over the front of them, but I was too tired to do anything about that other than putting them in the dirty clothes hamper. I only managed a quick pee and a quick wipe down with a wet wipe before crashing for the night myself.

Chapter 42
John returns

I woke up to find Andy lying in my bed with most of the duvet wrapped around him. If it hadn't been in the middle of June I likely would have reclaimed the duvet, but it wasn't particularly cold in my bedroom and the peaceful sight of my son sleeping was by far too nice to disturb.

This is what being a parent is all about, I thought and shut my eyes yet again.

"Daddy!" Andy's shrill and insistent voice woke me mere minutes later.

"Daddy, wake up!"

"What?" I groaned.

I really wanted to just pretend I hadn't heard him, but he was as per usual doing everything he could to dislocate my shoulder by tugging on my arm. Though my small eight year-old, who weighed less than a third of what I did, couldn't possibly drag me from my bed onto the floor, it sure didn't stop him from trying.

"It's morning. I'm hungry and I'm wet!"

"Let me check."

He let go off my wrist and allowed me to examine the diaper through his pajamas bottoms. The diaper was soaked but fortunately it hadn't leaked. It just felt more bloated than usual and quite warm to the touch.

"You're fine, Tiger. Give me a few minutes, then I'll go get breakfast ready. Okay?"

I wasn't in the mood for taking care of him right from the get go, not this morning. He wasn't going to die from wearing his wet diaper for just a bit longer, besides if he really wanted to, he knew how to handle it on his own. I suppose laziness won as he simply agreed to my plan and finally scampered off to his own room. It wasn't long until I heard the sounds from a computer game coming through the open door.

With a low sigh I got up and for a minute I searched for my sweatpants before remembering I had put them into the hamper the previous night. A pair of boxer tights had to suffice at least until after I had showered. Then I had an idea.

"Andy, do you want to share a long bath with your old man after breakfast?" I asked in a loud voice.

"Okay," he replied after I had asked him again, this time standing right behind him in his room.

"Remember, John is returning from Mallorca today, but I don't know when. I'm not sure if he's coming over today either," I shouted as I went to the kitchen.

"They'll land at two and be home at three. He'll be here half three. Can he sleep here?"

"Don't you think you should ask him if he wants to first?"

"Duh, Dad! It's John. 'Course he'll want to."

"Well, ask him anyway. You can't just assume he wants to. Maybe he's tired from the flight, it's about five hours long. However, it is okay with me if he wants to."

A few minutes later, Andy joined me in the kitchen and helped set the table. It was his way of telling me he thought it was taking way too long for me to get breakfast ready.

***

With everything squared away, we went to the bathroom.

"I think it's time to take the plug out, Tiger," I told him as I opened his diaper.

"No. I want to keep it in. I want John to see it. He won't believe me if I just say I did it."

"We can put it back in later, you're not running around all day long with it in your little tushie."

I could tell from the look on his face he didn't like the word I used to describe his little cute rear end or maybe it was because I wouldn't let him keep the buttplug inside of him. Nonetheless, he let me take it out without too many objections, though he grunted quite seriously when the widest part passed through his hole.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked and had a closer look at my son's bum hole.

"Not too much."

"Hmm, your bum looks okay. It's kind of loose right now, though."

It was. Two of my digits went fully inside of him without as much as a hiss from Andy. I dabbed them into the happy spot inside of him and it was only then I got a reaction from him.

"Feels funny when you do that."

"I know. It's supposed to."

I removed my fingers when Andy tried to push his own finger into his bum hole along with mine. I think all three of our fingers would've easily fit inside of him, but the water was rapidly filling the tub and I had to turn it off. Besides, I didn't want to get too worked up and risk fucking my son right then as he lay there on the changing pad. I wanted his first time to be so much more special, as well as comfortable for him.

It sure is tempting though. Just look at him playing with his sloppy hole like that.

I watched him for a moment and saw how he moved his finger from his bum and brought it up close to his face. He smelled his finger then looked at it, examining it carefully and touched it with his thumb. The residue of anal liquid on his finger seemed strangely fascinating to my son.

"Your bath awaits you, Master Larsen," I told him and it broke his trance. He joined me in the tub.

"Dad, when John comes over, can I watch you stick it in him?"

"If he's going to sleep here, then yes. I think both John and I would like that a lot."

Well, I wanted to fuck John again as soon as possible, and if I knew him he couldn't wait for it to happen, either. If we had to do it with a nosy spectator, then so be it.

***

John didn't arrive at the time Andy had told me, his flight was delayed for a couple of hours and he only made it to our house just before dinner. Fortunately I had made enough food to feed a small army since both boys ate like they hadn't been fed in a month. John even admitted to having missed eating normal boiled potatoes.

"I never want to eat another French fry in my life," he stated much to Andy's bewilderment.

This sparked a heated argument of whether or not French fries [chips] was the best food in the world.

"Andy, you try eating nothing but French fries every day for two weeks, for lunch and dinner, then you'll want to eat something else too."

"Nuh-uh. I could have them for breakfast too. For a whole month. And I would still want to eat them more than anything else after that."

"Before you guys get too far into this conversation, there will be no eating French fries for breakfast in my house. Eggs, toast and oatmeal or cereal yes, but absolutely no French fries."

I wasn't a whole-grain health fanatic, far from it, but I wanted to keep at least one meal of the day somewhat healthy.

After dinner, the boys took care of the mess I had created while cooking and I kicked back and relaxed outside. I could hear their voices and the noise they made through the open door.

It's so nice John is back. Funny how much I miss him when he's not around.

While I sure missed fucking his tight little bum, I had also missed simply talking to him and hearing him and Andy talk to each other. Just something as ordinary as listening to the two boys helping each other clean up my kitchen brought joy to my soul. Not that it was ordinary for Andy to clean up after dinner; it was in fact his least favorite task and as such he hardly ever could be pushed to do it, he'd rather miss out on the money he'd earn from doing it.

With John there to help him, it suddenly didn't seem like it was such a dreadful task for him to do as he usually claimed.

"Can we have our bath now, Daddy?" Andy asked after they had finished.

"Okay. Did you ask John if he wants to, you know?"

"No. I forgot. John, I want to see Daddy stick it in you."

"Andy, you were meant to ask John. We talked about that, didn't we?"

"What's the big deal, Dad? He wants to. Right, John?"

John nodded. Still, he seemed a bit stunned from what my son had told him.

"Okay then. Go turn on the taps, both of them, I'll be right with you."

The boys scampered off and soon I heard the water start pouring into the bathtub. I finished my cigarette and joined them in the bathroom, fully expecting them to be at least half-naked by the time. Alas, they were both fully clothed when I entered the bathroom.

"Eh, why aren't you getting ready? I thought you wanted to bathe now?"

"We do. But we want you to get us ready, Daddy."

Instead of telling them they were getting far too old for needing help undressing, I treated them like they were little toddlers again. It was fun, however the extremely childish behavior was quickly pushed aside when I started washing them. The two small erections weren't simply washed, they were manipulated in a much more grownup fashion and the moans escaping from the boys' mouths were anything but childlike.

***

I didn't have to dry the boys after the bath, they did that all on their own, though I helped them fill their little bums with water. Andy went through two enemas using the kit while John's bum was rinsed with water straight from the sprayer hose.

If we're going to do this more often, I'll have to buy another enema kit.

I knew using regular tap water to flush out John's bum could potentially harm him, particularly if done daily, something I hoped I'd be able to do for the last month of the boys' summer holidays.

Well, if need be, I'll fuck him regardless of the cleanliness of his bum.

That evening, however, John's bum was squeaky clean. So was Andy's. I found out when I had both of them lying on their knees on my bed, side by side. My left index finger worked itself slowly into Andy's bum while my right index finger went into John. I had spent some time licking and priming their bum holes with my spittle until I felt they were ready for more.

"Put in the pink thing now," Andy said impatiently.

Seeing as the buttplugs were already within easy reach I abided to his wish. It didn't take too long before Andy had the first of the plugs fully inside of him and he wanted the next.

"Wait for five minutes, Tiger. I need to loosen John if you want to watch me stick my dick into his bum."

John's bum hole was tight as it should be after two weeks of having nothing pushed inside of it. I would've loved experiencing the tightness around my dick head, but I didn't want to hurt the 8 year-old by fucking him too soon. I could tell he was willing to be fucked as he was gyrating his pert bum maximizing the feelings my finger in his butt hole gave him.

"Are you looking forward to me sticking it in you?" I asked.

"Yeah, but your finger's nice too."

"Did you play with your bum while you were on holiday? Did you push your little fingers inside imaging it was my big cock?"

"Mm-hmm."

If I wasn't turned on prior to John telling me he had finger-fucked himself while on holiday, I sure was afterwards. Since Andy's hole was now plugged, I turned all of my attention to his friend. The little guy was in heat, his little cut stiffy sticking straight out from his groin. It felt hot to the touch and very stiff, it was like a little metal pole had replaced his penis.

Andy, realizing I wasn't going to put the second plug in him just then, climbed on my bed to sit in front of John with his legs spread open. He didn't say anything, never had to. John, knowing what he wanted, was only happy to comply, and changed position to lie on his elbows and knees. This brought his head and, more importantly, his mouth close to my son's private parts. John sucked Andy's balls into his mouth much more fiercely than I would have been able to stand if he had done the same thing to me.

That truly must hurt like a bitch.

My son didn't yell out for John to stop however, and though John did what he could to act like a human version of a vacuum cleaner, I knew he wouldn't be able to seriously harm my son. Andy gasped from the pain, but his hands on John's head weren't trying to push him away. If anything, Andy was pulling John's head closer to his groin.

Maybe I should get some more toys when I'll order the new enema kit. I wonder if anyone makes ball stretchers small enough to fit Andy.

I pushed those ideas to the back of my mind when I felt John's bum give way a little more easily. He accepted a second finger sliding slowly into him, though I could tell it was harder for him. I wasn't about to give up, John had previously taken my cock into his bum, quite effortlessly too; all I had to do was getting him used to having something in his bum again. I added a little lube and this did the trick.

"Andy, if you want to watch, maybe you should let John lie on top of you. He'll still be able to suck on your nuts and you should have a pretty nice view from underneath. Maybe you can suck on his dicky and keep his bum cheeks spread out for me?"

"Okay. Put the next plug in first. Please?"

It didn't take long for me replacing the smaller plug with the next size up. I must admit I simply slid the larger one home in one firm push, something Andy didn't seem to mind too much. The boys got into a classic 69 position with John on top. He latched straight back onto Andy's balls, which made my son wince.

"If it's hurting too much, just let us know, Tiger. This stuff is supposed to be fun."

"No, it's okay. I've missed John. If he wants to hurt my nuts, he can," Andy said, though I could tell John eased up a little on his suction.

John's little bum was ready for me to fuck. My two fingers slid in and out of the boy rather noisily due to the lube I had added. The slurps from his bum hole turned me on further, as did the certain knowledge of it only being a matter of minutes until my fingers could be replaced by my curved, but nonetheless fully engorged cock.

I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor.

"Tiger, want to suck on mine for a bit?"

While I couldn't wait to fuck John's sloppy bum hole, I also loved the experience of having my son suck on my dick. In particular when he'd swallow the very same baby makers that had been part of his creation almost nine years earlier. I wasn't going to have him suck me until I'd come from it now, it was getting late and while I would be able to continue for several hours with breaks every now and then, I knew I couldn't keep the boys awake for so long.

Andy stopped sucking on John's little stiffy and rested his head back on the mattress. When my cock approached his mouth he opened it and allowed me to insert the head of my cock into his mouth.

"Make it good and wet now, then help me stick it into John. Okay?"

I didn't get a verbal response to my question, but I felt Andy work his tongue around my bared glans and the added wetness from his saliva.

When I thought it was wet enough, I pulled my dick back out of Andy's mouth with a small pop.

"Ready John?"

"Yes."

"Andy?"

My son nodded up at me and spread John's bum cheeks for me.

With a firm grip around my dick just below the head I moved closer, removed my fingers from John's bum hole and pushed the head of my dick firmly but ever so slowly into my little buddy. He aided the insertion by pushing back and arching his back some.

"Wooow," I heard my son breathe out from under John. "That's cool!"

Oh yes. Woooow! Soon it'll be you, son. Very soon, indeed.

Chapter 43
New toys for the boys

After I put the boys to bed, I had a short shower to get rid of the slime covering my spent dick.

With a mug of tea, I sat in front of my computer and started searching for online sex shops. There were scores of them, as you may imagine, but locating one with toys for preteen boys proved downright impossible. I hadn't expected to be able to find any, though it would have been nice. I did locate and order a new enema kit with an enormous bag able to hold 3 litres [3 quarts] of water.

I want to see Andy's face when I tell him he has to take all of it inside and hold it for fifteen minutes.

My son already had trouble retaining half of that amount of water for half the time, but I was more than willing to push him further. The new enema kit and a double balloon retention nozzle went into the shopping cart, along with two sets of dildos and another set of the pinkish-red buttplugs I already had. Though I loved the idea of the two boys sharing what they had with each other, it would be better if they each had a set of toys for their bums.

My credit card balance took a nasty blow when I paid for my purchase, still I went through with the payment. I then turned my attention to hardware stores.

If I can't buy ready-made ball stretchers and other BDSM toys for Andy, I'll simply have to make them myself. It can't be too difficult. I'll just use the designs from the adult toys and make some that are smaller.

I had two web browsers open, side by side, one had a picture of an adjustable ball stretcher made for grownup men, and the other I used to browse through the hardware stores with plumbing.

I had to find two metal rings I could chop in half and put back together with screws or something, and two long screws that could be used to force the rings away from each other. I needed the rings to be small enough for Andy's balls not to go through the center, still the center hole had to be large enough to allow the skin of his scrotum to fit inside. Also, the rings had to be quite thick, both so they wouldn't cut into the delicate skin and so I'd have something to thread holes for the screws to go into.

It took some time browsing, but then I found something that seemed perfect for just what I wanted. I'm sure the designers of the cylinder ring originally meant for a door lock hadn't in their wildest dreams imagined it would be perfect for stretching a young boy's nut sack. The center hole in the ring was oval and, though I couldn't really be sure until I measured Andy's nuts, it should allow his nuts to be pushed through one at a time.

Well boys, we're going to Bauhaus tomorrow morning.

It was where I had found the cylinder rings and I knew they had plenty of bolts and nuts in all sizes, certainly they'd have some that would work for my little project.

***

"What are you looking for, Daddy?" Andy asked me the next day.

"Just some things for a little project of mine. Why don't you and John go check out the play houses while I find the things I need?"

Without having to watch over the boys it was quite a lot easier for me to find the things. I even found some winged bolts that would allow for adjusting the ball stretcher more quickly than using a screw driver.

That's when I suddenly remembered a picture I had seen in a very old book. The book had an article of how to protect boys from 'self-abuse' as they called masturbation back in the days when people thought it was unnatural and must be prevented at all cost. The picture, actually a drawing, had shown a boy wearing a special belt with a wire-mesh basket enclosing the boy's penis and balls while still allowing the boy going to the bathroom.

Not only could I now see the drawing clearly in my mind, I was also able to adjust the range of view and zoom out to see my Andy wearing the belt.

All I have to do is craft it!

Two large metal wire-mesh sieves joined the other items in my shopping cart before I located the boys, checked out and went to a fabric shop. They not only sold fabrics of all kinds per the metre, they also had leather in stock. I didn't own a sewing machine, nor did I want one, so I bought some special hand needles for leather stitching along with thread and a very long strip of relatively soft leather on sale.

***

"Now, when we get home boys, I have some things to do. You can play in the yard or in your room, Tiger, but don't go anywhere without asking, okay?"

"Okay. Can we play 'Red Alert' against each other?"

"Yes, for two hours and not a second longer. John, you can play on my computer."

"Cool!"

When both boys had 'Red Alert' loaded and were on the same map, I went to the garage. Behind closed doors I made the ball stretcher, which I still didn't know would fit over Andy's little boy balls or not. The belt had to wait for a while, I knew it would take me much longer than two hours to craft since I wanted it nothing short of perfect.

The miniature ball stretcher was more easily fabricated. All I had to do was drill two holes in two of the cylinder rings. With a bit of epoxy glue, I glued a third cylinder ring, which would work as a back plate, to one of the others. Andy's balls would have to be gently inserted through the two glued-together rings first, then the third. I glued two nuts onto the third, thereby enabling the rings to be spread by screwing in two winged bolts through the nuts.

While it didn't exactly look like the grownup version of the ball stretcher I had seen on the Internet, it ought to do everything I wanted it to. All I needed now was finding Andy and have him drop his shorts to test it out.

***

The boys were still busy trying to kill each other, however only on the computers. The noises they made sounded every bit like they were in a very real fight and it took a bit of convincing to have them leave the computers alone. I had to promise them another hour of play time for them to join me in my bedroom.

"Andy, take off your shorts and undies. I've made a toy for you and I need to see if it works. If it does, we can play with it whenever you want."

He readily disrobed and stood bare-assed in front of me.

"Want me to get nakey too?" John asked.

"If you want, you can. But I don't think this is a toy you would like to play with."

John got naked, not just removing his shorts and underwear like Andy, but took off his ankle socks and tee shirt as well. His little dick was for once sitting flaccid on top of his balls.

"Now, Tiger. This may hurt a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad. See, this is the toy. It's a ball stretcher."

"What does it do?" Andy asked curiously.

"If it works like I hope it will, it'll pull your little nuts away from your body. It should feel a bit like when John sucked hard on them last night. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Right. Your nuts go through this opening and when I turn these, it'll do like this. See?"

I'm not sure if Andy got the picture of his nuts being slowly pulled ever further away from his body, but he was up for trying the stretcher all the same. He didn't utter a single sound when I slipped the first of his nuts through the opening, it was a bit trickier getting the other one through and he moaned out.

"If it hurts too much, you need to tell me. I won't mind if you tell me to stop."

"No. It'll fit, here, let me try," my eight year-old son told me.

Well, seeing as it was his balls, I let him in charge. He gasped out loud when he finally managed to work the second of his balls through the hole in the rings. I have to say it looked weird to see my son's scrotum surrounded by brushed steel, already stretching it. His ball sack wasn't stretched to the limit, but I hadn't put the wing bolts in place yet. The bolts were 7 cm [2.75"] long, which proved more than enough when I started threading them in and spreading the two rings apart.

For every turn of the bolts, the outer ring moved back half a millimetre, hardly anything at all and it took me a while to make any noticeable changes to the gap between the two rings. I think Andy held his breath for the entire minute it took me slowly spreading the rings about 2 cm [1"] apart.

"What's it like?" I asked him.

"Weird. It's a bit like when John tugs on my nuts when we play the nut-cracker game."

"Does it hurt?" John asked.

"A bit. Not bad. Do it some more, Dad."

"You want me to spread your sack a little more?"

I had to ask what he meant since I was caressing Andy's small nuts at the time.

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll try another half a centimetre [c. 1/4"]."

"Oooow," Andy finally moaned indicating I had stretched his nut sack just a bit too far. I unwound the bolts a couple of times making the rings sit just a fraction closer to each other.

"Better?"

"Mmm. It felt like I was being kicked in the nuts just now. It still hurts but not too bad. Can I keep it on?"

"Only for five minutes. Next time you may wear it for longer, but let's see how you feel after this first time."

"Okay."

"Want me to suck your dicky? It seems like it wants some attention too."

"No."

"You can do me. Push your fingers in my bum too," John suggested.

"Okay, Buddy. Want to try it standing up? I'm already down here on the floor anyway."

Apparently he did as he just stepped right up and jutted his hips towards my head.

"Hold on, Buddy. Turn around. I have to get your bum wet first."

I had wiped both boys clean after extracting the buttplugs from their bums the same morning, leaving both of them sparkly clean. However, when John turned around and spread his cheeks wide apart I could see his butthole wasn't exactly in the same state it had been just four hours earlier. There was clearly more than just a few specks of poop around the edges of his little hole, likely from when he had farted throughout the morning.

Oh well, the immune system has to have at least some bacteria to kill to stay in shape.

I'm not sure where I read that, or whether it's actually true, but I'm still alive to write this and I've licked a dirty bum hole on more than just one occasion. John's bum hole wasn't too bad, though, and I only wanted it wet enough for my finger to poke into him without hurting him. Still, it was a fair deal cleaner once I moved my mouth and tongue away after licking him for a couple of minutes or so.

"Right, turn back around now, Buddy. We have to do this a bit quickly, I'm afraid. I need to free Andy's balls before he ends up being castrated. We can play some more, later, okay?"

John didn't seem too unhappy with the short amount of time I could suck on his little cut dick, and though I would have wanted it to last longer, I managed to get him purring after only five minutes of sucking and probing. He was still gasping and I hadn't yet removed my finger from his bum, when I noticed something, or rather someone, was missing.

"Andy! Get back here. Now!" I shouted.

The little rascal had fled my bedroom, still wearing the ball stretcher. For all I knew, he could have been adjusting the bolts to the fullest stretch, though that surely would have ripped his little nuts right off. I had zero experience with ball stretching and didn't know for just how long it would be safe for Andy to have his balls stretched to a point where it was painful for him. All I had to compare it to, was a tourniquet which was considered safe to leave in place for two hours before it had to be loosened and retied if necessary.

While the stretcher wasn't doing the exact same thing as a tourniquet, I knew it had to be blocking at least some of the blood vessels in his little nut sack.

"Andy! I'm not kidding. Come here now or I swear to God I'll make your bottom hurt even more than your nuts. And I won't let you play with the stretcher anymore either."

"Sweetie, I'm not cross with you," I told John. "We can still play later, in fact, I hope you'll want to. I'd love to stick it in your bum again."

John had looked about ready to cry, but he perked up at my soothing words.

"Sorry, Daddy. I had to pee," Andy told me sheepishly when he finally entered my bedroom.

"Alright for now then. Come here, let me show you how to get your new toy off your nuts."

Andy walked to me and when he was within reach, I gently held onto the ball stretcher and started unwinding the two bolts while alternating between them. Once I had them completely undone and the two parts of the spreader touched each other, I pushed first one, then the last nut through the opening. He never uttered a sound, though I knew it had to hurt him when I had to firmly push the first of his small nuts through the narrow opening.

"Now, Andy. I'll keep this safe, it's your toy, but it isn't a toy you can ever play with without my supervision. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad."

I carefully examined my son's nut sack, but save from a bit of redness which I figured would go away quickly, it and its contents looked every bit as normal as before the stretching.

"I think it's time for lunch, boys. Want to help me put it on the table?"

"Yes," and "Uh-huh," were the answers to my question.

***

Andy went to his room straight after lunch never offering to help clear the table. I didn't mind it too much, since John put the dishes and the cutlery in the dish washer and wiped the table for me. He even went outside with me while I enjoyed a cigarette.

"How come you still do that?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"Why do you smoke? I told you to quit."

"Oh. Well, like I told you, it isn't so easy. Yes, yes, I know what you said. That I just shouldn't light the next cigarette and I'd quit like that. But, Buddy, it would be like if I told you never to play sex with Andy again. That would be really hard for you, wouldn't it?"

"It's not the same. I won't die from playing with Andy like that."

"John, are you afraid of me dying from smoking?"

He nodded.

"Ah. Well, you see, smoking won't make me die. Not from one moment to another. It would take a very, very long time and not everyone who smokes will die from it," I explained, and proceeded in a more serious voice, "But, I will make you a promise, my friend. I promise I will have quit smoking before you turn ten. Maybe even sooner than that, but no later. And I promise, I will not die, least not from smoking."

I put out the cigarette, suddenly it didn't taste very well. Thankfully, John didn't push his luck. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop from day to day. Not without a stronger motivation and a whole lot more willpower than I possessed at the time.

"Good," was all he said.

John was still naked, I hadn't told the boys to get dressed before lunch and neither of them had thought it necessary. I'm not sure how I would have explained it if anyone had entered my house while the boys were running around naked but fortunately no one ever stopped by unannounced. Lyle had stopped coming over in the evenings, at least when John was at my house and I lived quite far from anyone I knew in the Guard. So they always called ahead to make sure I was home.

I've never seen anything more beautiful than the naked body of a young boy and while John wasn't drop-dead beautiful, he was very special to me. Apart from Andy, there were no one in the world I loved more than John. Not even my parents and certainly not Tom, my brother.

The way John sat there on the chair, squinting his eyes at the piercing rays of the midday sun, with his left foot up on the seat and the other dangling above the stone-covered floor of my terrace, he was a sight to behold. He sat leaning against the back of the chair with his right lower arm on the armrest, his left lay lazily on his left thigh; his fingers almost touching his flaccid dick. He already had the beginnings of a summer tan marking his legs, knees and arms.

I don't know how long I sat there on my chair, studying John through my half-closed eyelids, but one of my legs had fallen asleep when Andy suddenly and most rudely woke me from my trance by emptying a bucketful of what felt like ice cold water on top of me.

"Andy!" I squealed.

Thus began a long water fight that ended up with my clothes dripping wet as the boys ganged up on me. They had a clear advantage too, seeing as they both were naked from the start and didn't have a smartphone, nor half a packet of cigarettes, they had to make sure got to safety first. The water fight didn't end until I brought out the garden hose and turned it on them. The spray from it was more powerful than their super-soakers and I didn't have to stop to refill it either.

When both of the boys loudly objected to the unfairness, I put the hose back on the sprinkler and let them play in it while I went to fetch towels for us all.

"Daddy, can we go to the beach?" Andy asked after he put on the large beach towel like a cape.

"The water will be freezing cold, Tiger. Your small nuts will end up somewhere near your heart and won't pop back out until the end of summer."

"Really?" He gasped.

"No, the part about your nuts isn't true, but the water is cold. We can go to the swimming pool tomorrow, if you want?"

I wasn't about to take the boys any places where they would have to get naked in semi-public that same day. Andy's nut sack was still red from where the ball stretcher had put some strain on his skin.

"Lalandia?"

"No, not tomorrow. Maybe next week we can go for a day or two. I've just spent a lot of money and it'll be cheaper on a weekday rather than on the weekend. No, I meant the local swimming pool."

"Okay."

"Dry yourself off and get dressed. We'll go biking for a bit before dinner. Actually, let's go to the supermarket and pick up some charcoals and we'll throw a barbeque and stay up late."

"Yay!"

***

The supermarket in my town was about 3 km [2 miles] from my home and the boys set off like it was a matter of life and death getting there. Fortunately their bikes were smaller than mine and I had no problems keeping up with them. With the bike lanes it was quite safe too, though I had the boys wait for me at all intersections and crossings we had to pass.

Andy was getting better at focusing on cycling and not looking at everything he happened to pass by, but he was still a young boy. He still had to be reminded of paying attention every so often.

John being a year older was better at cycling in traffic, though I wouldn't let him ride without supervision anywhere other than the distance between my house and his. He was helpful when it came to teaching Andy the rules of traffic, like when and how to signal before braking or turning. My son paid attention to him, at first at least. It wasn't long before Andy got a bit fed up from the constant berating.

"John, you don't have to tell me every time. I know how to do it!"

"But you forgot to signal just now. You gotta do it every time!"

I stayed out of the argument. John was right, however on this particular stretch of the road it wasn't really necessary to signal. There were no one but us to see the signals.

We made it to the supermarket and back again without any noteworthy stuff happening. However, when we returned to the house, the boys were quick to shed their clothes again.

Hmm, maybe I should take them to a nudist beach when the sea warms up. They would probably love something like that.

There aren't many dedicated nudist beaches in Denmark, because you can legally bathe in the buff from all of the many beaches here. Even with 8750 km [c. 5400 miles] of shore line there are maybe all of 25 beaches where people is more or less expected to be naked.

"Boys, stay well clear of the barbeque grill now, the charcoal may throw sparks while they heat up. I don't want any of your precious parts getting burnt."

The risk was low as I was using a grill starter but I still didn't want them getting too close to it. We played a game of Kubb while waiting for the coals to heat up and then spent an hour and a half sitting at the patio table eating wiener sausages, burgers and pork straight from the grill.

Chapter 44
Babying John

Andy was exhausted after the long day and wanted to go to sleep earlier than John. He barely stayed awake long enough for finishing the bath and I put his diaper on him without any fooling around. He went to bed even before John managed to finish his business on the porcelain throne or in other words the toilet.

"So, it's just you and me now, Buddy. What do you want to do?" I asked.

He wanted to watch TV; however, when he sat on my lap in the lazy chair, he found it hard to concentrate on the movie. I'm not exactly sure why, but I have a feeling it might have been due to me putting my fingers underneath the waistband of his small boxer shorts. I fiddled with his small penis while he had his small hands on top of mine on the outside of his underwear. When John's penis finally got stiff, I kept playing with it, not wanking or stroking it, just sliding my fingers up and down and across the little head.

John sat there, passively enduring my caresses for the longest time, then he decided he wanted more. He pushed the front of his underwear down with one hand, took hold of one of my hands and folded the fingers on it around his small stiffy. Silently, he slowly wanked himself with my hand until I took over and wanked him a bit more energetically.

I searched out his bum hole and gently massaged it on the outside with the tip of my index finger.

"You can put it in, if you want," he told me quietly when about 30 seconds had passed and I hadn't made a move to do so.

"I better not, Buddy."

"Why?"

"If I do, I'll get poop on it, you didn't clean out your bum after sitting on the toilet. Though I really don't mind getting a poopy finger, I'd only want to put my cock in there too. It's kind of late for that now."

I hadn't held back at dinner, had eaten two sausages, two burgers and two pork chops along with an unhealthy helping of potato salad. The amount of food had made me drowsy and killed off any need for fucking John's tight rear end that night. I had only started fiddling with John's penis because my fingers had been resting near it anyway.

"Okay." The way he said the single word made me feel bad for not being able to finish what I had started the way he wanted me to.

"First thing tomorrow morning, Buddy, then I'll stick it in you. Tonight, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a slow wank."

"That's nice too."

"But not the same, I know."

"Mmm."

"Want to me to baby you tonight?"

"Nah… Tomorrow."

"Do you want to wear a diaper for the entire day like you did for Andy back then?"

"'K."

"I almost forgot, we're going swimming tomorrow, but I'll put you in a diaper after I've fucked you. You can wear it until we leave for the pool. When we get back home you can wear one again."

"Okay."

"I think we better go to bed before we end up sleeping in this chair. Though I really enjoy sitting with you like this."

John just nodded at this, I could sense he was just as tired as I was. His penis was slumping and I didn't have the energy coaxing it back to full stiffness.

"Go put your jammies on and I'll come kiss you goodnight."

He smiled sleepily when I helped him up and he walked to Andy's bedroom. He was almost fully asleep when I found him in the top bunk, but puckered up his lips when I kissed them.

"'Nite Buddy. Wake me in the morning and we'll continue where we let off tonight."

"G'night, Teddy."

***

I've said it before, but I simply have to say it again. I think the way John would wake me in the mornings was so much better than Andy's method. Where Andy would latch onto my right wrist and tug at it until I woke from the sharp pain in my shoulder, John used a completely different method. Much nicer too. He'd latch onto my cock with his mouth and suck on the head of it until it woke me.

That was what he did early next morning too, when he woke me. It kick-started my brain much quicker than any pot of coffee would have done and it got me in the proper mood too.

"Mmm, I love how your mouth feels on my cock, Buddy. Please, try to suck on more of it. Move your mouth further down, see if you can make the tip of your nose touch my body right here," I said and pointed to my pubic bone.

John tried and failed. He got close though and the way he gagged around my dick head made me cum quicker than I had before.

"Did you flush out your bum?" I asked him and stroked the back of his head while he swallowed what had shot out of my dick.

"No."

"Oh well, we don't have time for cleaning your bum now. Let me go pee real quick and if you still want to, I'll stick it in your little dirty bum hole."

"Okay."

"Did you pee yet?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"Good. While I'm in the bathroom, put a bit of the lube in your bum and push two fingers into it. It's in the drawer next to my bed."

I brought a towel and a damp washcloth with me when I returned to my bedroom and joined John on my bed. He was lying on his back with his feet up in the air while he finger-fucked himself. The sight alone was enough to make my cock rise yet again and the thought of John preparing his little hole to be fucked made sure my cock was as rigid as it could be. I grabbed the tube of lube and pushed out enough of the slippery stuff to cover my cock head and half of the shaft.

"Stay like that, John. Are you ready?"

"Yep. I hope Andy don't come in and puke all over the floor again."

"I doubt he will. He isn't sick now and still asleep. So don't make too much noise, okay?"

"I won't."

He did make a bit of noise when I pushed my cock head into his narrow opening. His two fingers were nowhere near the size of my cock and he had only been fingering himself for two minutes before I got busy pushing into him. I did it as slowly as I could, although I'm sure it didn't feel very nice to John until I had bottomed out inside of his hot little body.

"Let's just rest for a while now. Boy, your little ass feels like it's trying to strangle my cock."

John didn't say anything, just kept his face scrunched up, probably concentrating on trying to get his bum hole to relax. I didn't move a muscle until I could tell he was ready for it. His face was still scrunched up, though not as badly as when I had pushed into him. More importantly, his hole, while still gripping my cock tightly, had let up just a little.

I pulled out about a third of my cock and slowly pushed it back into him. Again, John scrunched up his face.

"Do you want me to take it out?"

"No. Push it all in and keep it there for a minute."

I pushed harder into John and mashed my pubic bone right up against his perineum, and held it there. John couldn't possible have gotten any more of my cock inside his bum.

Sometimes I'm happy for not having a bigger cock. It's the perfect size for fucking little boys!

My cock remained deep inside of him until I could see John relax. It took longer than the minute he had requested, but the heat from his bum made sure my hard-on never lost any of its hardness while I waited.

"Try now," he told me.

"Okay… How's that? Fine?"

"Yeah. Do it faster."

I pulled out half of my cock and fed it a bit faster back into the furnace made by John's asshole.

"Uh! Yess, like that. Keep doing it."

I found a rhythm that suited us both. John kept mumbling "uh" when my cock was pushed all the way into him, but he kept his word and never made any louder sounds than that. Not even when he was ravaged by a kiddy cum, which was only enhanced when I began wanking his little stiffy furiously while still moving my dick in and out of his butthole. He only managed to orgasm once during our morning fuck since I followed him rather quickly and spurted a few drops of sperm inside of him.

"Is it real dirty?" John asked when I pulled my cock from his bum hole.

"Naw, nothing that won't clean right off."

It wasn't bad at all, the lube had turned yellow-brownish, though nothing at all like I had feared it would be. And like I had told John, it was easily washed away with the washcloth.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh. But I kind of like it better when my bum isn't dirty."

"Were you worried you might poop on my bed?"

"Yes."

"Well, nothing got on the bed. From now on, when I fuck you in my bed, we'll make sure to put two towels under you or we'll flush out your bum before, okay?"

"Deal!"

***

"Why are you wearing one of my diapers?" Andy asked the second he saw John after finally getting out of bed.

"I felt like it," the older boy explained.

"Okay. Are you gonna pee in it?"

"Yup."

"Poop in it?"

"Maybe."

"Eww! Don't poop anywhere near me!"

I hadn't even considered John maybe wanting to proper soil the diaper I had put on him just ten minutes prior to Andy spotting him in it. Sure, I knew he'd want to pee in it, as he had done so quite often before, and which I hadn't any qualms cleaning up after, but it was a completely matter of dealing with a shitty diaper. It had fortunately been a long time since I last had to deal with one of those, almost four years to the day.

However, I could tell just how badly John wanted to try it.

"Buddy, you can if you want to. However, tell me before you do."

"Thanks, but I dunno if I wanna do it."

"Well, it's up to you. I won't make fun of you, and neither will Andy. Am I right, Tiger?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Good, now go play. There are rolls on the kitchen table, if you're hungry."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son?"

"Will you help me?"

"Okay."

***

"We have to make a step ladder so you can get up here on your own. You're getting a bit too heavy for me to lift you up, Tiger," I told Andy when I had strained my back and parked him on the changing pad.

"You're not gonna make me clean myself up?"

"Don't worry, Andy. I'll clean you every morning for as long as you want me to. And I'll put you in a diaper for the night too. It's just the lifting I can't keep doing."

"Okay. Can I help make the steps?"

"You sure can. I don't have anything to make them from right now, but when I do, you get to help."

"Cool!"

"Yeah, now lift your bum for me. I can't get the wet thing out from underneath you when you're lying on it… Yes, that's more like it. Spread your legs wide."

"Why does John want to wear a diaper when he doesn't have to?"

"Well, I don't know for sure. Maybe he didn't get a lot of attention from his parents when he was younger and needed it. Maybe he just wants to see what it was like for you when you were smaller."

"Oh. You should get him a pacifier then. And a bottle."

"Ah, that might be overdoing it. I don't think he wants to be a wee little baby. I'll ask him. Please, don't make fun of him for wanting to wear diapers and maybe poop in one, Andy. Just ignore it, like he ignores you wetting yourself at night, okay, little man?"

"Okay."

"All set, Tiger. Go eat a roll or two and then play with John for a couple of hours. I'll be in the garage, if you need me for anything. We'll go to the swimming pool after lunch."

***

Before I went to the garage, I scanned the drawing of the belt I wanted to make for Andy, the one I had seen in the old sexual education book, and printed it in a larger size. Unfortunately it was only a drawing, not an instruction of how to make it. There were no indications of measurements at all. The boy wearing it could have been anywhere from 4 to 12 years old, he was prepubescent for sure, but that was all I could tell. The drawing only depicted the boy's body from mid-thigh up to the start of his chest.

I'll need Andy for this. I have to take his measurements and then I can work out how long the individual straps must be and how small I can make the wire-mesh cup that will cover his dick and nuts.

Armed with a tape measurer I went looking for my son. He was curious as to why I had to take his measurements but I wouldn't tell him anything. First of all I wasn't certain if I could make the belt, and secondly I wanted it to be a surprise. Lastly I knew it probably wouldn't be something he'd willingly wear.

What boy would want his dick locked up?

The chastity belt I wanted to make was clearly something that would only satisfy the needs of one person and that person was me!

Andy wouldn't be harmed by wearing a chastity belt, however, and maybe I could also use it as a new disciplinary tool. It would hurt him far less if I could put him in the chastity belt rather than smacking his bottom. And since Andy enjoyed pain to a certain degree, maybe it would be an even worse punishment for him than having sore buttocks for a while.

The part of the chastity belt I struggled the most with was the cup. It was quite easy taking apart one of the wire-mesh sieves, but getting the mesh bent into exactly the right shape and stay like that was proving much more difficult. It would have been much easier if I had a wooden model I could temporarily nail the mesh to while I shaped it, but I had no such thing and I spent the rest of the morning working on the cup, right up until the boys came asking for me to feed them.

John's diaper looked quite swollen, still he didn't want me to change him until after we had eaten lunch.

"I like the wet feeling," he told me.

I knew Andy's junior/youth diapers felt dry even when wet, which meant the one John was wearing must be close to leaking.

"Okay, when we return from the pool, I'll cut up an old towel and line a diaper with that. It'll make you feel very wet without any risk of the diaper leaking," I told him.

"Dad, can we go swim another day?"

"I suppose we could, Tiger. Why? Don't you feel like swimming today?"

"If John likes wearing diapers so much then we should stay home so he gets to wear one all day long."

John nodded eagerly to Andy's plan.

***

Instead of lifting John up on the counter so he could lie on the changing pad, I brought the pad into my bedroom. That way John could lie on the pad on my bed and still be within somewhat easy reach. I brought a damp washcloth, the box of wet wipes and a tube of cream with me into the bedroom along with two towels.

"Andy, can you get me the scissors from the kitchen drawer, please?" I called out to my son.

He wasn't terribly interested in witnessing me changing John's diaper and hadn't followed us into my bedroom. I don't know whether it was because he was so kind at such a young age that he'd allow John to have a private moment with me. Or, maybe it was because he thought it silly and was afraid he might laugh at John.

It certainly can't be due to him thinking it's gross and he knows I'll get angry if he laughs at John.

Andy arrived and carefully handed me the scissors, and then left shutting the door behind him.

"So, my little boy wet his little di-di? No problem, Buddy. Daddy will get you all cleaned up and in a fresh di-di real soon. You just lie there and enjoy yourself."

John stayed silent, lay most docile on the pad and allowed me to undo the plastic fasteners of his diaper. I'm sure if he had peed just a little bit more in it, it would've sprung a leak. The usually very absorbent material that Andy's diapers were lined with hadn't been able to hold onto all the pale yellow liquid that had come out of John's flaccid penis. Even the back of the diaper had swollen to capacity.

"My my, Little John made a biiig wee-wee," I said.

I spoke the same language I had used with Andy up until he was about two. Toddler language I call it. John was the best behaved toddler I had ever changed a diaper on. Andy had usually kicked his feet around or done everything he could to turn himself over on the pad, making the job of changing his diapers extremely difficult as I had to hold him down with one hand. Well, of course, John was only pretending to be a toddler and I must say I quite liked the fact he lay so still.

I prolonged the time spent on wiping him down with the damp washcloth and got all traces of pee cleaned off of him. Only then did I go over the same areas with a couple of wet wipes. I finished off by gently massaging a bit of anti-rash cream into his skin.

Yeah, this isn't sexually exciting to John at all. It must be because he craves the attention.

Unlike mine, John's little cut penis had remained perfectly flaccid all the way through the cleaning; even this small part of his body was better behaved than Andy's had ever been. And unlike Andy had loved to do when he was a toddler, John hadn't started peeing as soon as the diaper was opened.

I cut the oldest and most worn of the two towels I had brought with me into pieces that I lined the new diaper with before fastening it tightly around John's waist. It made the diaper quite a lot bulkier, something I'm sure John didn't mind. More importantly, the cotton would soak up his pee, and hopefully it would stay wet and give John the feeling he wanted from wearing a diaper again.

"All set, John," I told him in my normal voice, "I won't change you again until after dinner. Unless you decide you want to poop in the diaper, but then you must come tell me first, that way I can change you right after. I'm not letting you run around with a poopy diaper."

"Thanks, Teddy."

"Go now, scoot. Find Andy and see what he's up to."

I couldn't help but stare at the eight year-old when he got off the bed and waddled to the door. The bulky diaper-clad butt of his looked so fascinating to me.

***

Since we weren't going swimming that afternoon, I spent most of it in my garage working on the chastity belt. I found out I could bend a rather thick solid copper wire into a shape that would follow the curvature of Andy's body all the way around his private parts. I bent two shorter pieces of the same copper wire and soldered them onto the first. This way I ended up with a fairly sturdy, yet still somewhat flexible, frame to which I tied the wire-mesh using the heavy-duty thread I had bought for the leather stitching.

A 'U'-shaped rubber seal strip made sure all the sharp edges of the wire-mesh were covered up nicely and safely and I stitched it in place. That was as far as I could get that day, since I had to stop working and get started on cooking dinner.

John didn't poop in his diaper that day, but the two strips of cotton towel I had put in it were dripping wet when I once again cleaned him up. I didn't put him in a new diaper as I didn't want to risk him getting a diaper rash. I was quite sure he didn't want to experience that part of being a diapered toddler.

Chapter 45
Stairway to heaven

John slept over for one more night and then went home to stay with his own family. I shipped Andy off to my parents, well, I drove him up there and left him to stay with them. Andy was a nice boy, but even the nicest of persons can drive you mad if you're around them 24 hours every day. He was a fairly independent boy, meaning he could usually play by himself and he could prepare something to eat on his own, as long as it was something simple like cereal and milk.

However, I wanted to relax for more than a couple of hours at a time for a couple of days. Besides, my parents loved their only grandson to bits and I knew he'd be spoiled rotten while he was with them.

Now, I've never been able to just kick back and relax doing nothing for more than a few minutes at a time, and I soon found myself working on Andy's chastity belt again. I put a movie in the DVD player and while it made some noise in the background, I sat and stitched the leather straps.

It wasn't at all as easy as I had thought it would be, but I soon got the hang of it and was able to make some fairly nice and even stitches. My fingers complained long after I stopped for the night, still I managed to finish all the pieces for the belt late in the afternoon the day after. The chastity belt I held in my hands looked almost exactly like the drawing of the belt some lunatic doctor had designed for curing self-abuse more than hundred years earlier.

The sole exception was the drawing had two small padlocks making sure the wearer of the belt couldn't take it off on his own. I didn't have any padlocks of such a small size, besides I didn't want to risk losing the keys for them. Instead, I had welded bolts onto metal discs, and glued and stitched those into the leather. With a disc and a locking nut, Andy wouldn't be able to undo the belt with his fingers. All I'd need was a small 8 mm wrench or spanner of which I had several in my garage.

Well, now I only needed Andy so I could test the belt, or at least I needed a boy close to his size. As luck would have it, such a boy lived just down the street from my house. Yes, John.

***

To say John was wary of wearing the belt would be a gross understatement. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with it from the second he figured out what it would do.

"Buddy, I promise you, it'll only be for ten minutes, then I'll let your penis back out."

"Nuh-uh. You're not putting that thing on me!" he insisted.

"I'll give you twenty kroner [$3/2.50€] if you let me."

While I knew paying boys for sex was a bad thing and something I'd never do, the chastity belt wasn't really related to sex. Quite the opposite in fact.

"No. I want fifty."

"If I give you fifty, you'll wear the belt for three hours and mow my lawn," I made my counter-offer.

"With that on?"

"Yes. While you're wearing the belt."

I hadn't considered having John do anything while he had the chastity belt on, not until he had asked if that was what I meant. But, I couldn't just give him 50 kroner [$7.50/6.75€] and send him home without a valid reason for why I'd given him money. Mowing my lawn was something he could tell his parents he had done to earn the money. It wouldn't be the whole truth, but it wouldn't be lying either.

"If it hurts I won't do it."

"It's not meant to hurt at all, Buddy. It's only to keep you from playing with your penis. Well, it's really for Andy, but don't tell him that."

"For when he's naughty?"

"Yes. For when he's naughty and whenever I feel like he should wear it. I'll make sure he understands the difference between the two."

"So if he's naughty, he can't ask you to take it off. But, he can if he hasn't been naughty?"

"Exactly. As long as it won't really hurt him."

"Can I put it on him too?"

"Uh… No, I'm afraid not, Buddy. It's like the buttplugs, you only get to play with them when I'm around, at least until you get a little older. I have to make sure you're both safe and won't get hurt. Do you understand that?"

"I think."

"Good. Now, let me put the belt on you. Let's see if it fits. You have to take off your shorts and undies first."

The drawing of the original chastity belt, which was referred to as a 'masturbation bandage' back in the days, clearly showed a number of holes in the straps allowing it to be adjusted to the best fit. I had replicated those holes on my version of the belt. It sat pretty nice and tight on John, and though he was a little bigger than Andy, there were still four more holes left on the straps.

It'll still fit them when they're twelve or maybe even thirteen. It only depends on when their dick and balls grows too big to fit inside the cup.

"Hold on, Buddy. I think I need to adjust the cup a little. There's a gap between the rubber and your skin."

The copper wire inside the rubber was relatively easy to bend into the right shape and when I put it back up against John's body, the gap had disappeared. It took a few minutes figuring out which holes to put the bolts through to make the belt sit tight enough to work and still sit loose enough as to not cause any more than a minor discomfort to John.

"Does it feel like it cuts into your skin anywhere now?"

"No, but it sure feels weird."

"I'm sure you'll get used to it. See if you can touch your dicky. Oh, wait a second, let me just put the locking nuts on first."

It didn't take long putting the locking nuts in place and when they were both compressing the straps just a little, I stopped turning them. When I tried to unscrew them with my fingers I couldn't.

"Now, see if you can get to your dicky."

John first tried pushing the belt down and when it didn't budge at all, he tried pushing his fingers in between the belt and his pubic mound. Though he tried sucking in his belly he couldn't get to his private parts this way. He then attacked the side of the wire-mesh cup, trying to wedge his fingers in underneath it and again failed.

"Stupid thing!" he said frustrated.

I only stopped him when he made to hit the cup with his fist.

"No, John. You'll only hurt your hand or worse, you may hurt your dicky or balls. Right, you know where I keep the mower. If you'll get it out of the garage, I'll fire it up for you. Oh, put on your shorts first. I think I've left the garage door open."

John spent the next hour mowing my lawn. I think it was the first time for him operating a lawn mower; he spent a lot of time walking back to deal with the spots he missed rather than making sure to walk in straight lines. However, I didn't have to interfere, I could simply sit in my chair and watch him work; which is exactly what I did.

When he had finished mowing the lawn, he guzzled down a large glass of lemonade while I carefully examined the chastity belt. It hadn't moved from its original position and, rather more importantly, it hadn't cut into his skin. I took pity on him after another hour had passed by and he told me he needed to pee.

The belt's design allowed for the wearer to pee right through the mesh, though he must be sitting on the toilet while doing so; but I didn't think it necessary testing this feature with John.

***

Though it was tempting, I didn't put Andy into the belt right when he was returned by my parents. I didn't even show it to him, it was safely tucked away in the garage right next to the parts for the second belt I had started crafting. There were plenty of left-over materials and I had a vivid fantasy of both boys being stuck in each their own chastity belt with the largest buttplug sitting in their small asses.

The new toys I had ordered arrived the same day Andy returned from my parents' house, just moments prior to he was dropped off. When he finally went to bed, I had a closer look at them. The set of buttplugs was exactly the same as I had already so I quickly put them aside and looked at the dildos. While I had some dildos in my secret box, most of these were of a size I thought was still a bit too large for the boys.

The new dildos were slimmer and felt much more like real penises. Well, they were colder than the real thing, but when I warmed one in hot water, it actually felt like a dick enclosed in a condom. Another perk was the small vibrator built inside the new dildos. The vibrations could easily be felt throughout the entire length of the dildos and I just had to test the largest of them on myself.

I saved the best part for last, the new enema kit. The retention nozzle was 2 cm [c. 1"] in diameter and 14 cm [5.5"] long. Integrated into the stainless steel staff were two balloons which could be inflated with two rubber push balls. The nozzle was to be inserted into the bum hole and then the first balloon should be inflated. This made sure the nozzle couldn't be pushed out, no matter how much one would strain his bum hole.

The second balloon would work in conjunction with the first and form a very tight seal around the sphincter, making sure that everything going into the bum would stay in there until the first balloon was deflated. Inside the nozzle was a one-way valve which also helped retain the water until the nozzle was removed from the hole. However, I found out the nozzle wouldn't work with either of the enema bags I had. The valve just wouldn't open with the low water pressure.

No problem. I have the squeeze-ball siphon I used for emptying the gas tank on the car.

This had to be rinsed out first, I sure didn't want any gasoline at all entering neither mine nor any of the boys' bums, but it worked like a charm when I tested it on myself that same night.

***

Andy examined the new enema nozzle the next morning. I had left it in the sink after I rinsed it and he had immediately spotted it and asked what it was when I lifted him up on the counter. He pumped up the two balloons while I cleaned him after his nightly wetting. The diaper was every bit as soaked as usual and I wondered whether he'd ever wake up dry in the morning or he'd forever have to wear night time diapers.

I know he still purposely wet himself right after he woke up as I had yet to see him standing in front of the toilet for a pee. Well, at least he didn't do so in the mornings. He'd poop right after breakfast, but I doubt much pee came out of him at that time, based on how heavy his wet diapers were.

"Yes, Tiger, one of the balloons goes into your bum, and no, I'd never inflate it as much as you have now. Stop trying to pump more air into it now or it might explode. Try turning the little shiny wheel below the squeeze ball."

The air went out of the almost over-inflated balloon when he did as I suggested. When he again tried to inflate it I could hear the air whistling out of the open valve.

"I think I broke it," he said and pumped the ball again.

"No, you just need to turn the wheel back in. Anyway, stop playing with it, it isn't a toy. It's a tool that'll make it easier for you to hold the water inside of you. Want to try it now?"

Andy scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Well, I suppose you don't want to have a plug in your bum today. It's been what, four days since the last time?

"Five!"

"Right. Five days, so your bum hole must be about the tightest of all bum holes now. I can understand why you wouldn't want to have a plug in it today."

"I do want one! The largest!"

"Oh? Well, I doubt we can get the largest inside of your little tight tushie now. Maybe not even the next largest," I teased my son.

"We so can. I wanna try."

"Right, then it means you have to be squeaky clean inside. And that means a lot of water, right into your little dirty bum."

I could tell he didn't like the sound of that, not at all, still he surrendered the nozzle to me when I reached for it.

"You know what, Tiger? With this nozzle, I think we can skip the first two plugs and go straight to the third. We're going shopping for materials for the steps we need to make for you to get up here on the counter on your own. You can run around with the plug in your bum all over Bauhaus and when we get back home, we can see if you're ready for the largest. You know, John still thinks that is very uncomfortable."

"It won't be for me. It'll be dead easy," he said full of confidence.

"We'll see. There's no shame in saying it's too much. You're still a little boy who has a lot of growing to do."

"I'm not… Ow! Little!"

"You are, and it's perfectly fine to be little when you are only eight years old."

Andy had cried out briefly when I pushed the nozzle into him, but his anger towards me telling him the truth overpowered the slight discomfort he might have felt.

"Ooh, that feels weird," he informed when I started inflating the inner balloon.

"Yes, I know. I tried it last night while you were snoring so loudly you made your door rattle in its frame."

"You're silly, Dad." Andy giggled.

"I am? Well, I may be silly, but I can't make my door rattle when I snore."

"It really rattled? My door rattled 'cause I was snoring?"

"It sure did. I thought a ghost was trying to open your door, but it was only you pretending to be a sleeping dinosaur."

"A T-Rex?" Andy asked. Tyrannosaurus Rex was one of his favourites, though he couldn't properly pronounce the first part of its name yet.

"No, it was a much bigger dinosaur than a T-Rex. It must've been at least a Brontosaurus."

By this time I had managed to inflate both of the balloons while Andy was focusing on my being silly. I tugged on the nozzle and it sat firmly lodged in place by the balloons.

"Does it hurt or feel bad?" I asked.

"It just feels weird."

"Alrighty then. Well, it means you're good and ready for a trillion litres of water going into your bum now. I have to be real careful, or I might accidently pump you so full you'll swell up and look like the marsh-mellow man. Remember him from the Ghostbusters movie?"

"Uh-huh."

"That would never do, you wouldn't fit into your bed anymore. You'd have to sleep in the backyard."

"Cool!"

"You want to sleep out on the lawn?"

"Yeah. If John sleeps with me."

"I still have the tent from last year. We can pitch it and you can sleep in it for a couple of nights."

"Yeah, Dad!"

It turned out to be a good idea talking with Andy while I used the squeeze-ball siphon to pump water into him. I had filled the bag with two litres of water and the little guy lying on his back with his feet in the air allowed 1.5 litres of it to be pumped into his bum before he showed any signs of distress.

"Well, let's stop now, I think you may have enough water inside of you to clean you right up. Stay here while I fetch the kitchen timer. The water isn't coming back out of you until twenty minutes from now."

"Okay," he said, this time more subdued.

"If you want, you can lie on your side, it'll help the water spread deeper into your body and it won't feel so bad."

***

When we about an hour later walked through the aisles in Bauhaus for materials, Andy was happily skipping along next to me. You wouldn't have been able to tell the little boy was running around with the large number '3' buttplug in his butt. The thought of him being determined of trying the fourth and largest buttplug almost made me forget what we were shopping for.

I promised Andy I'd fuck him the day he'd take the largest plug into his little ass without complaints. I sure hope today will be that day.

He still had the plug inside of him when we got back home and took measurements for the two-step ladder that would allow Andy climbing up on the counter on his own, and thus spare my back from having to lift him up every morning and evening. When I cut the long pine planks into the pieces I needed, Andy weighed them down by sitting on them. I'm sure every back and forth movement of the saw was transferred right into his little prostate through the buttplug that had to be mashed quite firmly into the planks from the way he was sitting.

When I later glued the parts together and put enough long screws into them so the final steps would be able to hold even my weight, Andy still behaved like any other eight year-old would. He helped me position the short ladder next to the cupboard below the counter and held it in place the best he could while I secured it with screws. I was happy to see he had no problems scaling the steps and position himself on the changing pad without needing any help from me.

"Looks about done. It needs to be painted, but I'll do that when you're snoring later tonight. The paint can then dry over-night and be ready for another coat right after I've changed your soggy diaper in the morning."

"Yep," my son agreed, like he was fully up to speed on the time it took for paint to cure.

"So, do you want to try the largest plug now? It'll be quite tricky and may hurt quite a bit while we work it into your little bum hole, Tiger."

"I can do it. Put it in now."

"Well, it may be more comfortable for you on my bed rather than out here."

"Just put it in, already."

My son was impatient as ever. Still, it was easier for me with him lying on his knees on the changing pad. It brought his little bum right up where I didn't have to bend at all to reach it. I know it had to be more than just a bit uncomfortable for him when I began pushing the 14 cm [5.5"] long, and 4.5 cm [1.75"] at its widest, pink buttplug into his bum.

The tapered end was only about 2 cm [0.75"] in diameter, but expanded very quickly into the widest part before it then rapidly narrowed down to a 3 cm [1.2"] thick, but relatively short stalk, which was where Andy's bum hole would close up around the plug once fully inserted.

The plug when seen from the side resembled a large chicken egg with a thick 'T'-shaped stick stuck into the bottom of it. I firmly held onto the 'T' after I made sure Andy's bum hole was greased well with lube. Slowly, extremely slowly, the plug started its first journey into my son's bum. I pushed it in a little, then allowed Andy's sphincter to push it right back out before I again pushed it back in.

"Ooh," Andy breathed out.

"Tiger, you will tell me right away if it hurts too much. I know it feels nice now, but there's a lot more to go and it may get too much for you," I cautioned him.

I'm not sure why I kept insisting on my son telling me if something would hurt him. I doubt he'd ever swallow his pride and tell me to stop. Since he didn't seem to have a lot of difficulties I pushed a bit firmer on the plug, sending it another half a centimetre into him.

"Ack! Ooh! Ehh!" He gasped in time with my pushes.

"You're doing great, Tiger. I'll keep pushing it in like this until you get more used to it. Then we'll go for another half a centimetre."

"Ow… Ack!" was all he had to say to that.

The small "ow"-sound he made didn't stop me. He would've hated me if I had stopped, and quite frankly, I wanted him to take all of the plug just as badly as he wanted to.

"Remember the promise I made, Tiger?"

"What… Pro… Mise?"

"When you can take the largest plug into your little tushie, then I'll fuck you with my cock," I reminded him while still pushing the plug in question into him. "Just like John."

"Uh… Ack… Yes!" He cried out the last word.

"You still want me to do that? So you can be just like John?"

Like Andy could ever be 'just like John'. No, Andy will always mean much more to me than John.

It didn't matter whether Andy would let me fuck him, even if he should have said he never wanted to do anything remotely sexy with me again, I'd still love him a great deal more than John. The sex we had was just a bonus, not something I'd demand or require for me loving my son with all of my heart and soul.

"Yes! I want… to be just like… John!" he squealed.

I had pushed the plug another half a centimetre in and this time held it in place. There was still a couple of centimetres [c. 1"] to go before it would drastically reduce in girth. It wasn't much, but it was more than I could risk forcing into my son's butthole in one very firm push. I didn't want to harm my son, at least not physically. I've no idea what my actions did to his mind, but I had already crossed that line and felt fully at peace with it.

I worked in the last part of the plug far quicker than the first, still slowly enough to not cause any damage to his sphincter but quickly enough to hurt him some.

"Ow! FUCK!" Andy shouted just as the last bit went through his tormented bum hole.

"Andy! It's okay to use that word when we're doing something like this, but if you ever say it again without having something big pushed into your bum, we'll be having a very serious talk. Do you understand?" I said while I watched my son's sphincter bite down on the plug and suck it further inside of him.

"Yes, Dad."

"Good. I don't want for my only son to have a potty mouth."

"Sorry."

"It's okay. As long as you don't use it again."

"I won't."

I tickled his feet, so he would understand I wasn't super angry with him for using the f-word now, which made him gale with laughter.

"Daddeeee! Stooop!"

He had, fortunately, inherited my extreme ticklishness.

Chapter 46
7th Heaven

While we had lunch Andy couldn't seem to sit still on his chair. He kept moving around on the seat and while I knew it had to be from the large buttplug in his bum, I just couldn't let it go.

"Andy, stop fidgeting and eat your food."

"But, Daddy…"

"No, Andy. I know you have something in your bum, but when we're sitting at the table, we'll sit quietly and eat, maybe talking quietly like we're doing now. You know the rules."

"Yes, Dad."

He cleared the table after we had finished eating without having to be told.

If he's always this well-behaved when having a large butt plug in his ass, I'll have to make him wear one every day from now.

I let Andy keep the plug inside of him for some time, so he could experience the full feeling of it filling his rectum to capacity. Unlike John, he didn't seem to have any problems with how it had to be stretching out his insides, not after he had gotten used to the sensation.

After two hours had passed, I was quite horny and thought it would be an excellent idea replacing the buttplug with my somewhat slimmer cock. Fortunately, so did Andy.

"You have to strain harder, Tiger. It won't just pop out on its own," I said.

"I'm pooping all I can. It's stuck!"

"Relax, it isn't stuck."

Though it fucking feels like it's glued in place!

"Poop harder, Andy. Much harder," I said and wedged my fingers further in around the dual silicon prongs that made up the base of the plug.

"Oooooow… It hurts!"

"You enjoy pain, Andy. Remember? You told me you like it so much!"

"I hate pain!" he shot back.

"Well, let's see if we can't make you enjoy this. Let me play with your little joystick."

"What's a joystick?"

"It's like a controller for an Xbox or a PlayStation. I'll show you a picture of one later. Right now, the joystick I'm looking for is sitting between your legs."

"Dad! I don't have a controller between my legs!"

"But you do. This is your joystick. Well, it isn't much of a stick right now, but I'm sure I can make it into one."

"That's my dick, Dad. It's not a joystick."

"Tiger, you're really smart. Try splitting the word into its two syllables. Like you've learned in school."

"Uhm… Joystick. Joy and stick?"

"Yes. So a joystick is a stick for joy. And joy is another word for fun," I explained.

"I know what joy means."

"Good. And now it's time for you to feel it too."

I let go of the buttplug and concentrated on wanking my son instead. I waited for his 6.5 cm [2.5"] dick to literally throb from my manipulation and then I once more grabbed hold of the plug wedged inside of him.

"Now, Andy. Push down like you've never pushed down before and keep pushing no matter how bad it might feel."

It was slow-going and quite a struggle for Andy at first, but once the plug finally began coming out, I soon held the greasy and body-temperature warm piece of heavy silicone in my hand.

"There, we got it!"

"That was so bad," Andy said, "But it felt kinda nice when I pooped it out."

"Well, I can put it back in after I've finished fucking your bum."

"That's okay, I don't feel like pooping it back out later. It really hurt!"

"Well, we can put it in some other time if you want. Do you think I can stick my dick in your bum now? Or is it too sore?"

"It is sore, but I wanna try. Fuck me, Daddy. Please!"

"Oh, you little potty mouth. But alright then, I'll fuck you, then you'll be exactly like John."

I was careful when I finally bit by bit pushed my throbbing cock into my son's nether opening. I could scarcely believe my luck and was quite afraid I'd somehow jinx it if I went too fast. When I had heard a younger Andy state how he never ever wanted to feel even just a finger inside his little boy-hole I had seriously thought he would never change his mind. Even though I had tried persuading him into experiencing the wonders his bum hole and prostate could do for him, I hadn't pushed him too hard.

Well, it really shouldn't have come as a big surprise to me. I know Andy and I know he'll do every little thing John does, even if he'll hate it.

"Tiger, you do want this, right?" I asked.

In hindsight it was a stupid thing to ask, at least at that very moment. Half of my cock, the curved part of it, was already inside of Andy, my little super-star, all of eight years old. I had asked him to lie on his side with his knees pulled up in the foetal position. It was much easier for me to fuck someone, if they lay like that, due to the rather severe bend in my cock. A bonus from this position was my cock head would bump into the prostate with every push into the boy or man I was fucking.

"Yes. Don't stop now."

"Oh, I won't stop, not until I've gotten my super tickles."

"Not until you pumped my butt full of your yucky sperm, you mean."

"Well, if you want to put it that way, then yes. I won't stop until I've completely creamed your little ass all over on the inside."

"Eww!"

"What do you care? It'll be inside of you, not all over your body."

"I guess it's better inside."

"Yep. Just like when you suck on my cock and you swallow all my yucky tasting sperm," I teased my son.

"It is yucky."

"I know it is. And that's why I like it so much when you and John swallow it."

"I'm not gonna drink it all the time, Dad."

"And I won't ask you to. Just once in a while… Ready for more?"

"Think so. It feels better than the plug."

"You can't compare the two. The plug doesn't move in and out and it isn't very flexible. The way you're lying on the bed now will make my cock go right into your prostate every time I push it in. The head should be touching it right about now."

I flexed my hips a little in quick and small back and forth movements.

"Ah, I feel it. Can you keep doing it like that?"

"I'll do it like this until you get the tickles. After that, I think I have to focus on my own tic… Sorry, after that I have to work on my own orgasm. But it'll feel sort of nice to you as well."

"Orgasm is when the sperm comes out?"

"Yes. Though, you don't actually need to sperm to have an orgasm. When you get your 'tickles' you have an orgasm. It's much what I feel like when the sperm comes out. But, Tiger, if you have more questions, please wait until after we're done."

I normally didn't mind explaining how stuff works whenever Andy asked me, but I was trying to fuck him right then, not teaching him stuff.

I kept my in-and-out movements short, certainly they weren't doing much for me in terms of getting me to cum, but I heard the effects they had on Andy. Though he kept asking, demanding, for me to do it faster and faster, I only increased the speed ever so slowly.

"No, Tiger. Don't spank your little monkey now, just concentrate on the feelings in your bum."

His hands kept searching out his stiffy, even when I moved them off of it. That's when I remembered the chastity belt I had made for him. The only problem was the chastity belt was inside a box in the garage and I had my cock halfway into Andy lying on my bed in front of me in my bedroom.

Next time, I'll lock his little dicky and balls away. Then he'll be forced to focus on his prostate!

There would be a next time, I was certain of it from the way Andy softly cried out and squirmed on the bed in front of me.

He was slowly, probably much too slowly for him, brought closer to orgasm by my insistent nudging against his prostate. Though I didn't get much out of it myself, it still filled me with joy being responsible for my son having such a great time. He probably would have said it was fun, if you were to ask him, but it was more than just fun. I'd say he was in the 7^th heaven, or, at the very least, well on his way to getting there.

True to my word, I didn't stop until I felt his anus first grip my cock tightly and then go through the rhythmic spasms of an orgasm. However, I didn't just stop, no, it was now time for me to join the fun. I waited for the last of the contractions of his bum hole to let up and then pushed my cock further inside of him.

Andy gasped a series of "Ack!"s while my cock slowly went further inside.

"I know, Tiger, I know. It doesn't feel very nice for you right now, you have to relax your bum again. It'll feel much better in only a few minutes."

He didn't look too happy with my information, but he never told me to stop. He just soldiered on, bearing the pain with a stoic belief in my comforting words of everything going to be better in little time. He was only young, a small boy really, still fully believing his father knew every little thing there was to know about everything in the world.

And I knew a lot about sex, in this case more specifically I knew how long it takes for a little boy's body to recoup after one kiddy orgasm and be ready for the next. I hadn't been much older than my son when I started having sex myself, though I never had it with my own father.

Would I have wanted to have sex with Dad when I was Andy's age? Quite possibly, but he never asked me and I never thought to ask him.

That thought and a fantasy of being taken, being abused, by my father when I was but eight years old was what triggered my orgasm.

***

While my parents and I had always been somewhat close, we never talked much about sex. As in we never discussed that subject. I certainly didn't want them to find out about the sex I had with my classmates, it would have shamed me to tears if they had ever walked in on me in bed with either of my friends. Later, when I finally got brave enough, or rather, when I got too fed up with Mom's consistent nagging about me not having any girlfriends, I told her matter-of-factly that I wasn't interested in women like that.

It caught her completely by surprise. It was before my fling with Michelle, making for another surprise, though a much more welcomed one, when I announced they were to be grandparents again. While my parents never caused me any grief as to my sexuality, I think Mom was saddened on my behalf, thinking life as a gay man would be more complicated than a straight man.

If only I was just gay and not a gay paedophile my life would be simpler than it is now, or at least not as secretive.

I didn't want to remind Andy of how he could never tell anyone about what I had just done to him. Not right then while he was still impaled on my slowly wilting cock. Besides Andy was intelligent and after the incident with his cell phone, I was certain he'd never talk to anyone other than John about the things that went on in my house when the curtains were drawn.

Chapter 47
The beach

Since it was the summer holidays, and I for once had a full month of them, John spent a lot of the days with me and Andy. We didn't stay at the house all the time, though that probably would have been a lot of fun too; we'd pile into my old Volvo and visit places interesting to the boys and most importantly cheap. While I now had a steady income again, it wasn't nearly as grand as the one I'd gotten used to and I still had bills to pay.

Fortunately the weather was mostly sunny, or at least warm enough for going to the beach, which is where I often took the boys that summer.

While I had thought about taking them to a nudist beach, I didn't do that straight away. I don't think the boys would've minded that at all, but I had to build up my courage for walking around naked in public.

My self-esteem was still kind of low and my body in my late 30s was nothing like those of my boys. While John was a bit on the heavy side, they were both stunning and tasty-looking compared to me; certainly enough for making me want to lick them both all over. The same sure couldn't be said about my body; I was a bit heavy-set, although I was quite strong, and my skin was pale enough for lighting up a dark room.

I couldn't be bothered with dieting or exercising, but I could at least somewhat easily work on my non-existing tan in the privacy of my own backyard. The boys even left me alone for the 2x20 minutes I spent lying on the sunbed, first on my front then my back. It took a week of sun-tanning in the mornings and late afternoons for my skin to ever so slightly darken, mostly from the insane amount of freckles that seemingly appeared from out of nowhere.

Without any prior notice, I took the boys to a beach I had located on a nudist site on the internet. It wasn't the nearest nudist beach, nor was it the largest, but it was quite secluded and more private; at least according to the website. When we got to the parking lot, I told the boys to remain in their seats and then shut off the engine.

"Guys, before we leave the car, uh… Before we leave, we need to take off our clothes."

"Can't we get changed on the beach here? Like we did on the other? You know, while you hold the towel up around us?" John asked.

"Well, you see… This beach is for nudists, so we aren't going to change into anything. We'll just take off all of our clothes here and go straight to the sand."

"Naked?" Andy asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, cool!"

The boys took it much better than I had anticipated and were soon fully naked in the rear seat of the car. They told me to hurry up, but my larger body and the steering wheel made it harder for me than it had been for them getting naked.

There was another problem. My dick seemed to recall the times I had previously gotten naked in my car. Back then, especially with Anthony, it meant it was time for having fun. A different kind of fun than what lay ahead that day at the nudist beach. All the same, I had a fierce boner before I managed to skim my underwear down and off my feet.

"About time!" Andy shouted happily and opened his door the moment he saw me naked.

"No, Tiger. Shut the door. We can't go yet," I said desperately.

"Teddy's got a boner," John giggled to Andy.

"Aw!" Andy said with frustration and impatience in his voice. "Suck him then, it'll make it go away."

"It doesn't always go away after."

"Fine, I'll suck it then. I'll show you how to suck it so it won't…"

"Boys! None of you are going to blow me in the car here. If anyone sees us… No, Andy, hand me a soda from the icebox."

"What do you want? There's Coke and Sprite and Fanta," he informed me after he opened the icebox.

"Just the coldest of the cans, I'm not going to drink it. Give me the one that has been right up against one of the frozen water bottles."

I had to gasp from the coldness against my dick and balls when I mashed the can of almost frozen soda against my private parts. My scrotum quickly shrivelled right up, my boner unfortunately not so. It held out for almost two minutes before it reluctantly gave up.

"You shoulda told me you were going to put it there. I woulda given you a Sprite," Andy told me, "I don't wanna drink that now."

"Then I will," John said.

"But you don't even like Fanta!"

"I'll drink it anyway."

"Stop! I'll drink it myself," I ended the discussion before the boys had a chance to start yelling at each other.

I refused to dwell on how they had competed for drinking from a can of soda having been mashed up against my somewhat sweaty junk. I knew if I gave it too much thought, I'd end up with an even firmer erection, one that would be next to impossible to get rid of. It would most certainly require a small hot mouth or butthole to deal with an erection like that. At the very least a long wank, something I didn't want to, not at the time.

Besides, I may need the can again before I can lie down on my towel on the beach.

***

"Put your towels over your shoulders. Just act like you've been to a nudist beach lots of times. Oh, and don't ever stare at anyone, even if you see something you think is funny or cool," I explained while I hefted the somewhat heavy icebox out of the car from where it had sat between the two boys.

The icebox was full of cans of soda and sandwiches, along with two large bottles of water, I had left overnight in the freezer, keeping everything cold. When the frozen water thawed, it could be drank and would taste almost as good as any soda. While it would have been easier for me placing the icebox on one of my shoulders and carry it like that, I kept it in front of me. It made my dick much harder to see. Though it was soft right then, I figured it wouldn't take too much temptation for it to rise again.

I'm not at all sure what I had expected from the beach. Whatever it was, it didn't turn out to be what I had thought. It wasn't what I would call crowded, nor was it completely deserted either. There were some people there, men mostly. Most of these were what I'd call mature men, well past the age where I'd be interested in having sex with any of them. I didn't pay them much attention, but figured the youngest of them was in his 50s or perhaps late 40s.

There were only two couples with kids on the beach, fairly close to the small path from the parking lot; this was where I brought the two boys. My 'gaydar' told me the men were gay or perhaps bisexual and while I always do my best not to be prejudiced towards anyone, I was somewhat protective of my boys.

"Stay on this side of the path, boys," I warned them quietly.

"Okay, Dad."

I placed the icebox on the sand about ten metres [30 feet] from the closest couple, they seemed around my age and had two girls about the same age as the boys. I deemed them safe, as well as the other couple who was younger and had a small toddler with them on the beach.

"Wait up, Andy. What's the first thing we do when we get to the beach?" I said when he tried sneaking off towards the water.

"Aw, man!" He cried out, then spat out the answer to my question. "Sunblock."

"Yes. And since all of you is now out in the sun, I want you to make sure everything is covered in sunblock."

I would have loved using my hands and fingers to smear the sunblock onto both boys myself, all over them. I would have done so without a care, had we been alone. Alas, now I could only supervise and tell them to help each other getting the cream onto the hard to reach places, while I readied my own body for a morning in the sun. When I saw them work the white cream into their private parts and between their pert buttocks I had to concentrate on the contents of the fridge and freezer at home.

I have to buy milk and eggs. Perhaps some small sausages for breakfast tomorrow. Maybe we should go to Aldi, they have the sausages Andy likes.

"John, don't spend too long in one area, you know what happens if you do."

"Yeah, you don't want a stiffy now," Andy agreed with me, "Not with those girls over there."

One of the girls in question apparently heard what Andy said and told her sister as they both looked and sniggered at John. The poor boy blushed from the unwanted attention but made no move to cover himself up. He just stood there, facing the girls and allowed them to look at him. They soon blushed themselves and finally looked away.

***

"I'm proud of you, Buddy," I told him softly when we entered the water.

"Why?"

"Because you didn't budge, you showed those girls you aren't shy of your body."

"I was too scared to move," he confessed.

"Oh. You didn't look scared, but that just tells me you are brave. I don't think they'll try to tease you or Andy now."

"It's not fair."

"What isn't?"

"They don't have anything to worry about. They don't have dickies to embarrass them."

"You're right. But you shouldn't ever feel embarrassed of your dick, it's a good sized one you have for your age. Even when you don't have a stiffy."

He smiled up at me.

"Yours isn't bad either. For an old man."

"Oh! I'll show you what this old man can do," I said, picked him up and threw him into the water.

It only came up to my knees, so he was quickly back on his feet and used his hands for shovelling water at me. It was rather early in the morning so the water was still quite cold and I quickly ran further out so I could dive into it and escape the cascades of water both boys by then splashed at me.

"You two rug rats always gang up on me," I protested when I resurfaced.

"Let's play," Andy said.

"Okay. We'll play ten-twenty-thirty then. So you can get wet too," John agreed.

We formed a circle, held hands and were about to start when I heard a voice behind me.

"Can we play too?"

"Oh no, it's them!" Andy said quietly, almost under his breath.

"Behave," I said just as quietly, then looked over my shoulder and said in a louder voice, "Of course you can play with us."

The two girls slowly and carefully approached us, the water came up to the belly buttons of the kids, which was as far out as I'd go with the boys.

"You know ten-twenty-thirty?" Andy asked.

His voice was full of disdain, he sounded like he couldn't believe a girl would know this very simple game.

"Sure we do. Do you go at thirty or fifty?"

"We go at one hundred!"

If you don't know the game, it is easy to explain. You stand in a circle, holding hands and start counting. For every count, everyone jumps, until the final count where everyone will go fully beneath the water. It's a fun way of reciting multiplication tables, usually the tenths. At least that's how I learned the game back in my childhood and how I played it with the boys.

"Oh, we can do that too," the older of the girls said and without asking moved to stand between the boys.

"Hey!" Andy cried out when she grabbed hold of his hand and separated it from John's.

"Let's just play. Come here, you can hold hands with me and John," I told the younger girl.

"Okay."

When we were all ready, I started counting and jumping.

"Ten! Twenty!"

Soon the kids' voices joined mine. The older girl and Andy seemed to compete for who could cry out the number the loudest and jump the highest, and I'm sure the entire beach was able to follow our progress right until we reached 100 and with a lot of squealing went under.

I stayed beneath the surface, with my eyes open, though I don't enjoy doing that in saltwater. I just didn't want to miss out on being able to lurk at four children, fully naked, without anyone knowing. While I didn't care much for older girls and women, the two who had joined our game were young enough to spark a little interest. Quite frankly, their bodies looked pretty much like the boys', with the sole exception of not having a dick or balls.

I'd eat out their little pussies and enjoy listening to their small cries of wonder and excitement for sure.

I noticed the way the girls moved in the water, how their legs spread and how their slits would open just a little, exposing the reddish skin between the lips of their private places. That's when I ran out of air and had to resurface.

"Man, we thought you drowned, Dad!"

"Sorry for disappointing you, Andy. You're not the man of the house yet."

We played the game again, two more times, before making our way back to the beach. There, Andy started building a sand castle, using nothing but his hands and the moist sand about a metre [3 feet] from where the small waves lapped up on the beach. John and the girls went about looking for sea shells and stones for decorating the castle.

I was keeping a close eye on all of the kids, they seemed unaware of how attractive their naked bodies were, as they innocently crouched or leaned over to pick up something. I swear, I was able to see more than one bum hole along with a set of pouty lips or a ball sack and a limp dicky while they slowly foraged the beach.

"Hello."

The single word came out of nowhere, I hadn't noticed the woman approaching at all.

"Hi there," I said after quickly turning my head to look up at her.

"Are those your sons?" she asked me.

"Only one of them. Andy, the builder. The one over there, John, is his best friend."

"I see. I don't think I've ever seen you around here before?"

"No, it's our first visit. But, I think it won't be our last. The boys seem to enjoy being able to run around all naked."

"Well, enjoy it while it lasts. In a year or two, they'll be so shy of their bodies they won't allow anyone to see them again."

Heh, lady. If you only knew.

"I'm trying to teach them there is nothing wrong with being nude and that it's fine if your body doesn't look like those in the underwear commercials."

"And you are not afraid of them," she asked and hinted at the mostly single men lying on the beach.

"Oh, no. I'm not naïve, but I won't let the boys out of my sight."

"As long as you don't let them venture into the dunes, they'll be quite safe. I haven't been up there myself, but I've heard rumours of some of the men going there for more than just sunbathing."

I winked at her, letting her know I knew what she meant.

"The boys would likely think it gross, if they ever came across anyone having sex at their age. However, I've already told them not to cross the path and I trust them not to. Please, would you like to sit?"

She sat with me, after picking up her towel and accepted a cold soda from the icebox. We made small talk, not about gay men having sex with each other, nor did we talk about which of the men on the beach might be potential child molesters, but about nudism. She explained how her parents had taken her to all sorts of nudist colonies when she was a child and how she and her husband now did the same with their daughters.

"I have a fourteen year-old too, but she isn't interested any longer. She thinks people will stare at her now."

"So, are there any nudist resorts in Denmark?"

"There are campsites, but if you want the full experience, you should travel to France or Croatia. There are entire villages for naturists."

"That does sound interesting, at least to me. I'll have to run it by the boys first though."

It was interesting, but travelling to the south of Europe was expensive. Especially if Andy and John weren't interested.

***

We didn't leave the beach until half two in the afternoon. The sun hadn't been too harsh and every three hours I'd forced the boys and myself to reapply a healthy layer of the sunblock. We ate our lunch with the girls and their mum and dad, nice people all of them, though Andy and the elder of the girls kept bickering with each other. When the inevitable happened and Andy got an erection, I thought the girl would poke fun at him. She didn't, though she had a real good and very obvious look at it.

"Jeanette, stop that," her father finally said.

"I'm sorry on behalf of my daughter," he told me. "She's always so curious."

"Andy, please lie on your front until it goes away," I said.

He did and that was all that was said about that. We didn't have to talk about how natural it was for males getting erections, the family were seasoned naturists and it probably wasn't the first little hard-on Jeanette had seen.

It probably won't be the last either.

The car reeked from the smell of sunblock when we drove home from the nudist beach, but we were all in a good mood. The day had been a great success and the boys had refused putting on any of their clothes when we left the beach.

"We're stopping at Aldi on the way home and before we go in, you need to put on your shorts, t-shirts and shoes. You can leave your undies off if you want."

"Can we get naked when we get back out?"

"Have I created two monsters now? Yes, John, you can get naked when we're back inside the car."

"For the rest of the day too?"

I sighed before letting Andy know he could dance around naked in the backyard until it was time for bed, if this was what he wanted to.

"But you're both having a shower as soon as we get home."

The sunblock had done its job protecting our skin from getting burnt, but it was the last time I ever bought that particular brand. It took weeks before my car stopped smelling from eucalyptus. Next to Aldi was a pharmacy where I bought two family-sized bottles of unscented sunblock and two equally as large bottles of after-sun lotion. Back in the safety and privacy of my home, and after the boys and I had showered, I spent a long time massaging the after-sun lotion into their skin. Much to our mutual delight.

***

We went back to the nudist beach three more times, but unfortunately we didn't meet the girls and their parents again. We had exchanged email addresses, though I think it was more out of politeness than an honest wish for developing a friendship. Since we didn't live very close to each other, we wouldn't have been able to spend much time together anyway.

We stopped going to that particular beach because of the gay men. They didn't try anything with the boys, thankfully so, but I got more than one offer of going with one of the men into the dunes. Mostly it was done discreetly while the boys were playing in the lapping waves and I was watching them from the beach towels and icebox. I declined all of the offers; though some of the men were quite buffed and looked like they'd be able to give me a very nice fuck, they were, as previously stated, much older than what I cared for.

Besides, I couldn't very well leave the kids unsupervised while I got my brains fucked out. It was only a small beach, one that didn't have any lifeguards; it didn't even have toilets.

On the fourth and final visit to the beach, a man approached me while Andy and John were close. They clearly heard the conversation I had with the man and it made me most uncomfortable having to explain to them why the man had asked me to go into the dunes with him.

"Boys," I started when we were back in the car and heading home. "That man wanted to have sex with me."

"In the dunes?" John asked.

"Yes."

"Outside?" Andy sounded sceptical at best.

"Yes, Tiger. Outside."

"Where everyone could see?"

"Well, I'm sure we could have gone to a place where it wouldn't be likely anyone else would see. But, yes."

"And you said no. Why? If it was me, I would have said yes," John said.

"You would?"

"Yeah, he had a big one."

"You would have just screamed if he stuck it in you," Andy pointed out.

"Would not!"

"Boys," I said and sighed. "I couldn't say yes, even if I had wanted to. I must look after you. You're far more important to me than any man would be."

I hoped I was more important to them as well, but having heard John say he would've gone with a stranger and have sex with him made me realize I only had the boys for a limited time.

It isn't love. John doesn't love me, he just enjoys the sex we have. At some point he will meet someone else, someone who can offer him something I can't. And then, he will be gone.

Andy would probably find someone else too and while he would always be my son and hopefully always love me as such, we wouldn't be having sex for the rest of my life. When puberty would strike his body, and start transforming him from boy into man, that would be when I'd start to lose interest in him sexually.

The same will happen with John. He'll also turn into a man someday.

***

Later that day, late at night actually, when Andy was gently snoring in his bed and John lay in my arms, I stroked his sweaty locks of hair from his forehead.

"So, Buddy, you don't think my cock is big enough for you anymore?" I asked him.

"It is," he said tiredly.

I had fucked him for more than thirty minutes, not as hard as I could, but harder than I had before.

"It is big enough to make you happy, right?"

"Yes."

"Stick with me for a while, John. Please. We've only just gotten started, there's so much more we can do, so much more I need to teach you before you're ready to move on."

"Okay."

Chapter 48
Serious conversations

One thing that happened after our visit to the nude beach was we started being nude as much as possible at home. It meant we had a lot less clothes to wash as the boys started sleeping without wearing pyjamas. Andy still wore his night-time diaper, of course, but other than that, we would spend much of the remaining summer holidays in the buff.

I would have to start working a week prior to Andy's school starting, and that week he'd spend at his grandparents' houses. Five days with my parents and a weekend with Michelle's parents. Though we didn't talk much, I couldn't keep their grandson away from them. It wasn't entirely their fault their daughter was a cold-hearted bitch who had left her son behind. I told them I didn't want Michelle visiting them while Andy was there, it was the only requirement I made them agree to.

Andy didn't want anything to do with his ex-mother, and while I had tried to explain how he'd most likely never get another mother, he just didn't care. I must admit, I didn't try very hard, I still couldn't understand how she was able to just abandon him, her only son. She had visitation rights, all of six hours every other Saturday; if she had wanted to see him, then he'd have no choice but to go see her. But she hadn't.

He told me how happy he was for not having to switch houses every week, and how my rules were better than hers had ever been. I don't know if it was because I was less strict than she had been or if it was the sex games he could openly play in my house and hadn't been able to at hers. I didn't mind if Andy played with his little boner or pushed a finger up his bum while watching TV or playing with his toys or on his computer. If anything, I'd rather join him than tell him off.

***

When Randall and Susan wanted to come over on a play date, I told Andy we had to get dressed while they were at our house.

"Why?"

"Because they probably don't run around nude all of the time and may think that we're strange if they see us do it. It may even make them feel uncomfortable."

"I've seen them naked."

"Oh? When?"

"When they put on their clothes."

"Eh? Oh, on the morning when they slept over, you mean?"

"Yes."

"That's different, Tiger. That was only for a short moment. And I didn't see them while they were naked."

"If they want to, can we get naked while they're here?"

"I really don't think so, Andy. If they tell their parents I could get into a lot of trouble."

I remembered how reluctant Susan's mother had been towards letting her spend the night at my house. If she learned her daughter had been naked with two boys, and a man, for a full day, she'd probably call the police.

"But, Dad! There's nothing weird about being naked."

"No, there isn't. But you can't be naked while Susan and Randall are here. And that's final!"

"Fuck!"

"Andy! Haven't I told you never to use that word?"

"Fuck!"

"Right, that's it. No pocket money for you on Friday."

"Fuck! That's not fair. The rules only ever work in your favour."

"Go to your room, Andy. And put on your clothes," I said as calmly as I could.

"No! You go to your room, I don't wanna look at you."

"If you're not in your room with the door shut in exactly five seconds, I will smack your bottom. You're extremely naughty now and I will not allow you to talk to me like that."

"Fuck you, Dad!"

"That's it. You've had a fair number of warnings," I said and quickly got up from the chair I sat on.

Andy knew he was in a world of trouble by then and tried to flee, I don't know if he planned on running to his room or the bathroom, or perhaps run out of the house into the street, though the latter was highly unlikely. He was fully naked and while he might have thought being naked wasn't a big deal, I doubt he'd want to be seen by a lot of fully clothed strangers.

I can't tell you where he wanted to go, as he never quite made it beyond the doorway to the small entrance hall. I grabbed hold of his shoulder and though he tried to wriggle free I managed to hold him for long enough to put my other arm around his chest and lift him up from behind. He kept shouting at me, telling me to let go of him and go fuck myself.

When he started screaming I put my hand over his mouth, something I had never in my wildest dreams pictured myself doing to my sweet son. The door to the garden was open, however, and I didn't want the neighbours to come running.

At the time, Andy wasn't my sweet son, he was steaming mad and tried whatever he could to get away from me, scratching, kicking and biting me. I dragged him with me to the garden door and managed to shut it fairly quickly without being hurt too much by the 28 kilos [62 pounds] of boy in my arms. I was angry with him, but still kept myself under control. I could have seriously hurt Andy, I could even have killed him with my bare hands, if I had lost it.

I never lost control, Andy did, when I finally sat down on a kitchen chair and pushed him onto my lap and held him down. He peed on me while he still fought me. He kept fighting right up until I finally got him pinned between my legs and held his wrists in a secure grip high up on his back. That's when he started crying, he was really wailing. Since he had stopped fighting me, I let up a little. I still held him tight, tight enough so he wouldn't be able to free himself, but not tight enough to really hurt him.

Even though I waited for quite a while, I couldn't get him to calm down enough for me to explain why I had to spank him. I'm not sure I would have been able to explain it, even if he should have given me the chance. I hated having to discipline my son by spanking him, would much rather have calmly explained what he had done wrong like I normally could, but he had crossed a line. Not only crossed it, he had ventured far beyond what I could allow him to.

So I smacked him. I tried to use only the amount of force I thought was required for driving home the point that he couldn't defy me like he had. When I told him something wasn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen, whether he liked it or not. He was still only eight years old. The world didn't revolve around him, even if he thought it did or should. He didn't know everything, couldn't tell what consequences his actions might have. Not yet and not all of them.

He should have known by then, that if he pushed me far enough, he'd end up with a very sore bottom. Which is exactly what he ended up with. I smacked him for a longer time than I had ever done before. Probably a full minute passed by with rhythmic slapping sounds from my hand connecting to his left buttock, then the right and back again. I don't know how many times I slapped his bum, but it was glowing red when I delivered the final smack to it.

When I let go of his wrists, his hands went straight for his buttocks. I allowed him a bit of time trying to massage the hurt out of them, then rearranged him to sit on my lap.

Quite understandably, Andy wasn't particularly interested in hugging me right after I had just finished smacking his bum but I hugged him close to my chest until I finally felt him move his hands and hug me back. He was hiccupping when he told me he was sorry.

"I'm sorry too, Andy. I truly hate doing this to you. You simply have to learn I won't tolerate you talking to me like that. I've never told you to fuck yourself, have I? Only when we've been playing, maybe. But, we weren't playing just now, not when you told me to go fuck myself."

"I won't ever do that again."

"I sure hope not. Andy, I'm your father. I'm responsible for you. If and when I tell you something isn't going to happen, there's a very good reason for it. If you disagree with one of my decisions, that's fine. You can always ask me to explain why, but when I say something is final, it means I won't change my mind no matter what you say or do.

"I'm sorry for smacking your bottom, but you just wouldn't listen. I love you, Andy, I honestly do. I won't ever leave you and you have nowhere else to go. That means we're stuck with each other for many years to come, so please, let's try to get along, okay?"

"Okay, Dad."

"Okay… I'm going to call Susan's and Randall's parents and tell them they will have to come over tomorrow instead of today. Go run a bath please, I think you'd like for your bottom to cool off a bit and I sure need to wash up too."

"I'm sorry for peeing on you."

"I'm sorry I made you do that, but it'll wash right off. We can talk more in the bath, right now I have to get on the phone, otherwise Randall and Susan will be here in half an hour."

I had to hold my cell phone using my right hand, my left hurt too much. I'd smacked my son's bum so many times my own palm and fingers had turned red too.

***

Andy's butt was still showing signs from the thrashing I had given it, when Randall and Susan came over to play with him at our house. Maybe this was why he didn't mind wearing the loose-fitting shorts I had made by cutting off the legs of an old pair of John's sweatpants given to me by Cheryl. Andy had plenty of sweatpants and not nearly enough shorts, which is why I cut them up. He liked the knee-long shorts, thought they were cool and it was the only article of clothing he wore while his two school friends were with us.

"Randall saw my nuts," Andy told me after his friends left.

"When?"

"When we were on the swings."

"You didn't show him on purpose?"

"Nuh-uh. He just saw when I went up real high and came back down. The wind blew my shorts legs right up for him to see."

"That's okay. I'm sure he's seen your nuts before."

"Uh-huh."

"He didn't see your bum today?"

"No. Just my nuts."

"Don't worry about that."

"I'm not. He said they looked nice."

"What?"

"He said they looked nice."

"I heard you. Why did he think your nuts look nice?"

"He didn't say. He just said 'your balls look nice'."

"Strange."

"What's for dinner?"

"Uh, what would you like?"

"Pizza!"

"Okay, but you're ordering them," I said.

"Can I? Really?"

I had said it as a joke, but I let him use my phone to call the pizzeria and order the two pizzas. He sat on my lap and had it on speaker so I could take over if needed. I never had to and Andy looked like he had won the lottery when he pushed the button to end the call.

"Your first successful order of pizzas! You're moving up in the world, Tiger."

"I can't wait to tell John!"

"Maybe you shouldn't tell him, Andy."

"Why not?"

"It's okay wanting to be the best, but it isn't okay to brag about the things you do. I'll tell him if you want him to know, but you can't be too smug about it, okay?"

"No, it's okay. I don't want him to feel bad about not being able to do something I've done."

"Now you get it. But, the next time he's over we can have him order the pizzas. Right after I've told him how you did it today."

"Oh, cool!"

"After the pizzas have been delivered we can get naked again."

"Dad, the naked thing, is that like the sex games?"

"Uhm… In a way it is. You know the sex games, we only talk to John about those, right?"

"Uh-huh," Andy said and nodded.

"Well, the naked thing, us being naked at home and sometimes when we're at a beach where other people are naked too, we should only talk to people who are also being naked at home and going to nudist beaches about that. Other people may not understand why we want to be naked and they may think I'm forcing you and John to be naked. Like, most people would think I'm forcing you to play sex games with me."

"You're not forcing us to do that."

"No, but it doesn't matter. If anyone ever finds out, I'll end up in prison for many years and I'll lose you."

"Why do you play with us then? I don't want you in prison."

"It isn't easy to explain, Andy. I don't know why I want to play with you and John like that. I just do. And I'd play with other boys too, if only I knew they'd be interested."

"Randall?" Andy suggested.

"If he'd want to, yes. But, don't ask him, Tiger. If he doesn't want to, he might tell his parents, and they'd tell the police who would put me in prison."

"If we don't ask, you won't ever know if he wants to or not."

"No, but maybe it is better not knowing. I don't want to lose you, Andy, nor John. It's too big a risk."

"So, why did you stick your finger up his butt?"

"Well, Uh… I guess I've always wanted to stick my finger up a boy's butt, and then he was there. I thought he was sleeping, but that's no excuse. I really shouldn't have done it, but I just couldn't stop myself. I was extremely lucky when it turned out he liked it."

"I like it too."

"Yes, but not all boys are like you and John. Some like girls… Well, actually most boys like girls, and most girls like boys. There are some boys who like other boys and some girls who like other girls. And then there are very few men like me who likes boys like you and John. But it's against the law for men like me doing the things I do to you."

"Hmm."

I could literally see Andy's mind working, how he tried to comprehend the information I had just told him. His forehead furrowed while he concentrated and tried to work it all out.

"So if some boys like other boys, Randall might be one of them."

"Why do you think so?"

"Duh, he said my balls were nice."

"Well, he may have said that for any number of reasons. Maybe he said so because he wanted to tease you with your balls being in the open for him to see."

"Nuh-uh, I don't think so. He didn't mock me."

"Okay, maybe he just thought they looked big, because his own are smaller or something. But, anyway, here's another thing, some boys play sex games with other boys when they're your age and a little older, because it's fun. Not because they like boys in that way, but because they are afraid of playing with girls like that or don't know any girls to play with. But when they grow older, they'll only want to play with girls."

"Aw, Dad. You're making my mind blow up. It's too much."

"Sorry, it is a lot, I know. There's more, but like you said, it's more than enough for you right now."

"So how do you ever know if a boy likes a boy because he likes boys and not just because he can't play with girls?"

"See, that is one question I can't answer. I've often wondered about that myself, but I can't tell you."

"Do you think John likes boys?"

"Well, I know he likes you, now. Whether he'll keep liking you when he gets older is something I can't tell you. I'm quite sure he wouldn't be able to tell you either, if you asked him."

"I hope he will. Keep liking me, I mean."

"Maybe one day you will find out you like girls better."

Andy scrunched up his nose in disgust and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I said maybe," I had to remind him.

"I hope not."

"You never know. But don't worry about that now, just enjoy playing with John for as long as you both want to."

"I want to keep playing with you too, Dad."

"I'd like that, Andy. I'd sure like that a whole lot."

To Be Continued