Chapter 1

Roy had dozed off in front of the television. He'd had a couple of tough days at work and had not been getting enough sleep as he had been waiting until his son was sound asleep – and Jeb, during school vacations, was very intent on staying up – before turning once again to his boy porn collection.

This particular evening was more frustrating than usual as the three other members of his son's swim relay team were sleeping over and the boys had been impossible to put down to sleep at anything like his son's usual bedtime. And, truth be told, he was torn in his mind over their presence – he was so turned on by them being around that even his porn collection took second place.

So he both wanted and did not want to get them to sleep. Finally, they did crash, and he waited fifteen minutes for safety's sake before turning to his collection. 

But obviously, the demanding work schedule and lack of sleep had caught up with him. Even though he had a batch of new videos downloaded from the dark web – which would usually have made him go on watching – he had fallen asleep with the videos still running.

In his sleep, he heard a boy's voice calling, "Hey! Wake up, fag," and he woke to find the four boys standing in front of the television, blocking his view, facing him, though from the TV he could hear the grunts of an adult as he thrust into a tight boy ass.

He was taken aback by the look on their faces, by the strength of their regard. They seemed to be stern and frowning, compounded by each of them standing there in a very determined manner, with their arms folded. These boys meant business! 

There was a moment of stunned silence before he desperately looked around him for the remote control to switch the fuck scene off, but he was stopped short by the oldest boy talking.

"It's too late for that, mister. We know what you were watching. The question is, are we going to the cops about this?" he said coldly.

How did Roy ever get to a situation like this? He knew he was different all his life, but he was born and brought up and now lived in a small town where difference just wasn't allowed. You lived an ordinary life, the same as all others, or you suffered for it. He had never given rebellion of any kind any serious thought, so he shrugged his shoulders and followed along with the crowd.

He never liked girls, but he dated a few as every guy did and he went through the motions of kissing now and again. But girls and women were devoid of interest to him, let alone a passion. He didn't dare state this.

Any single man was regarded as weird at best and depraved at worst. To give the reader an example – there was one apparent gay guy in town, the conventional notion of a fag, limp-wristed and effeminate, and he went through hell daily, enduring constant verbal abuse from teenagers and scorn and contempt from their parents. 

Roy never thought of himself as gay, as the object of his regard and suppressed passion was not men. Boys. That was it. Boys, before they became men. He had no notion why he was wired like that. Perhaps God's sick joke. It scared him, so he ran away from it by following the pack and dating and marrying.

Beth was such a nice girl that there were times he was tempted to come clean and tell her his feelings, his true feelings, his real nature. But although sweet, there was no more conventional girl than she. She would have been an ideal bride a hundred years ago. Feminism, women's liberation, these passed her by; for her, they didn't exist. Gender roles were fixed in stone –she cooked, cleaned, sewed, and kept the house.

He had to be the man, go to work, bring home the money, and, in return, he was waited on hand and foot. 

Despite his distaste for it, even sex wasn't a problem because she thought it was pretty low down and dirty. She felt that sex had one purpose only –procreation.

Children–she wanted two, she decided; a boy and a girl. So it would have been to the disbelief of the community had they known that this married couple had sex twice only in five years of marriage and a son duly appeared.

But no daughter as Beth was killed in a road accident by a drunk driver before she ever knew that she was pregnant for a second time. Jeb was four at the time; Roy was left on his own to bring him up.

Owing to the circumstances of her death, everyone respected his announcement that he would never remarry. He was a sorrowing widower who had tragically lost the love of his life. It provided him with a mask for his hidden desires. If the local community had known his real tastes, it would have thought Jeb was a child at risk of abuse, but incest wasn't part of his sexual make-up. He was safe from his Dad. Little did Roy know that Dad was not safe from his son!

Before Beth died, his love of boys existed only in his mind. He had no recourse to porn or any aid to getting his rocks off except his imagination, which was wild. Boys between eight and twelve were his favorites.

He loved slim, hairless bodies. As soon as pubic hair began to sprout or the slightest wisp of hair on a chin or upper lip appeared, he lost interest. The two times he fucked Beth, in his mind he was fucking the next-door neighbor's son. His eyes were closed, he was thrusting into the tightest little boy ass you could imagine, and he shot a potent load into his wife. 

Everything changed when she was gone. Of course, she was missed. But her departure was a liberation for him. He jerked off multiple times a day, every day, always imagining his dick forcing its way into the tight virgin ass of a beautiful boy or taking his cock and balls into his mouth and licking and sucking, or tonguing his favorites to lubricate him for the fucking he would always end by giving him. 

The thought of fucking a boy never failed to excite him and bring him to his climax. Now, however, without a wife whose obsession with the order of things had stopped him having anything that might have hinted at his desires and lusts, he was free to develop his boy obsession into more tangible outlets than merely his imagination.

He built a porn collection. It started with the most innocent stuff imaginable –advertisements for family stuff, boys' clothes, whatever. With the coming of smartphones, he had a camera always on hand, and he became adept at taking stolen, secret photos of boys at play. Jeb was the perfect cover – Roy was the perfect dad, devoting many hours to his games in parks, amusement arcades, swimming pool. He photographed him but always managed to get pictures of other boys, including nude ones in changing rooms.

After a time, this wasn't enough for him. It began to pall. He needed a man on boy action porn. He became obsessed and through diligent research found out the dark pathways of the internet and linked up with guys like him throughout the world, and now, at last, he was getting hold of pictures and videos of boys discovering sex. His collection was enormous, all stored in an external, password-protected hard disk drive. When Jeb was in bed, he was in front of his widescreen television, linked up to his computer and external drive. 

He loved his collection and never tired of viewing it, but he longed for actual physical contact with a boy. He dreamed of a smooth, slim, hairless little body curled up with him in bed, his hand caressing the boy's tiny buttocks, playing with his small soft cock and balls. In all his dreams and fantasies, he used the faces and figures of Jeb's friends as the objects of his desire. At night he was haunted by the thought of their faces and bodies as, in his imagination, he fucked them.

Jeb was now nine years old and extremely attractive. He loved sports, all sports, but was especially keen on soccer and swimming. He played defender on a kids' soccer team and was training with three other boys on the junior swimming relay team.

These three were his special friends, despite their different ages. Jeb was the youngest at nine. Next were Seth and Jimmy, both ten, and the eldest was Micky, twelve years old. One thing they all had in common was tight little, slim, athletic, hairless bodies.

He had no greater pleasure than getting Jeb to the swimming pool to meet up with and train with his friends. He ached to touch them, to hold them, to stroke them, to make love to them. He was helplessly in love with them, and there was not one he preferred over another. 

And now here they were in front of him, in underpants and nothing else, waiting for him to speak. What could he say? How could he explain himself and pretend he was innocent when they had seen what was still playing on a 65-inch [165cm] widescreen television? 

"I…I… don't know what to say, boys, but for the love of God, don't go to the cops about this. Please, boys, please Jeb. You wouldn't want your dad to be arrested or go to prison."

For a moment, Jeb lost his stern expression. "Is that what would happen if the police came?"

"You betcha. Your dad's a pedo, didn't you know? And pedos make their things go hard and then stick them up little boys' asses and shoot stuff up there. Isn't that right, mister? And they do other stuff too. Like they make kids like us take their hard dicks in their mouths and shoot that stuff down our throats. Right?" Micky replied.

"Yuk," said Seth, screwing up his face in disgust.

"Gross," said Jimmy with a scowl.

Roy found his voice again at this time and said hastily, "I swear to you, boys, that I've never done anything like that to a boy. Never."

"Yeah, but you'd like to, wouldn't you?" said Micky, with a sneer. "That's why you have so many pictures and videos of old guys like you screwing boys like us. Admit it, man. It's what you really wanna do," as Roy gaped at him, unable to reply. 

"Come on, mister, say it. It's what you want to do. I'll bet you want to do it to Jeb, too. Maybe you did do it to him when he was asleep. Hell, maybe you do it to us when we have a sleepover. Is that it? You wait until we're asleep and then do us. Or maybe you slip something into that hot milk you make us drink before we go to bed. Is that it, huh? You dope us, then fuck us!"

"That's not true, and you know it," Roy said, angrily. "I've never laid a finger on any of you and not my boy either. No way."

"Well, maybe you can tell all that to the cops. Maybe they'll get the truth out of you."

Micky moved towards him and stood directly in front of him. Then with a smile, he pushed his underpants to the ground, revealing his hairless dick and balls. To Roy's amazement, he was sporting a boner.

"Or maybe we can do a deal with you. You up for a deal? Huh? Something nice for us and maybe it'll be nice for you, too. So, how about it, fag dad? Deal or no deal?"

Roy couldn't believe what was happening. This kid was offering himself to him! He had spent years dreaming about sex with a boy but had never thought that it would ever happen. Not in this goddamn awful backwater of a town. And not in this way! A kid was blackmailing him, but does this means he would have sex with him? 

Roy opened his mouth to speak, but all he could do was stammer, "B-b-b-but wh-wh-what do I have to d-d-do?"

Ignoring him, Micky turned to Jeb and said, "Your dad is a total fag, what do you think about that? Does he touch you? Do you like it? I bet you like it. You're a fag too."

Jeb blushed but replied furiously, "I'm not a fag. And he never touched me like that. Not ever. But he must be a fag cos he watches things like that."

Roy regained his voice, "I'm not a fag! I never touched a man in my life."

"Yeah, yeah. No interest in men, right? Just little boys. You're more than a fag; you're a pedo fag."

Well, that's the truth, but you don't expect a twelve-year-old boy to be saying it. It silenced him. He just sat there then nodded, dumbly. Micky smiled when he saw that.

"Okay, gang, follow me. We need an emergency meeting right now," said Micky as the boy trouped out of the room with the other three boys.

Jeb was bringing up the rear and looking back at his father with the weirdest expression on his face. There was apprehension there but something else, too – a kind of intensity of interest.

Roy could hear whispering in the hall. His eyes went to the TV screen, where the man was reaching his climax with the boy. He snatched up the remote control and hit the off button. More whispering, then Jeb, raising his voice, said,"No way!" Followed by more whispering from Micky and the others. Then they came back into the room. 

"So this is the deal, pedo dad. You are going to fuck your son, and we are going to film it. That's just for starters. In return, we won't go to the cops about this."

"You've got to be kidding me! Fuck my son? Never. I won't do it!"

"Listen up, you pedo. I'm gonna count to ten, and if you don't agree, I'm gonna phone the cops, tell them you tried to fuck me, to fuck all of us. I'll show them your collection here. Think they'll believe you over me? What kind of a story can you spin them?"

"But what's in this for you? What do you get out of it? Why would you do such a thing?"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…"

"Okay, I'll do it but only if Jeb says it's all right," he said, in desperation. 

"Dad, you've got to do it. I have to do it. We've no choice," said Jeb quietly. 

The long and short of it was this – Roy was being blackmailed into doing for what he longed for the most. 

To Be Continued