This is part one of a multi part story. There is very little sex in part one, as this is mainly setup. Make sure you watch out for the other parts coming soon.
I have been a pedophile my entire life. Well maybe not my entire life. But at least since I was a child of seven or eight years. It might have even been younger than that, because I remember when I was in third grade I offered to tell the teacher that my best friend had his homework done if he would let me give him a blow job. I knew I could just say I was kidding, and he declined and that's as far as that went. So I was eight years old at that time and I guess I was a little whore already.
I don't really remember completely what happened, but this is pretty close. I was seven or eight or whatever like I said, and my best friend Scott was about three years older than me. They tell me now that since he was older than me that I was actually molested. I'll let you be the judge of that.
So anyway, Scott and I were sleeping out in my back yard. We didn't have a tent, so my mom had hung a bunch of blankets over the clothes lines. It was as good as a tent. I think we were jerking off when Scott says
"If you suck mine, I'll suck yours".
I really wanted to know what blow job felt like. I was a little scared of course, but I agreed. A little worried that he might chicken out after I did it. I crawled over to him, opened my mouth and took his hard dick into my mouth. Now you can imagine, Scott was maybe 12 years old so his dick was starting to grow. Scott's dick was about four inches long and more than an inch across. The head on his cock was really fat. When I put it in my mouth I gagged. Only because I actually had another guys dick in my mouth. But I was able to get my mouth over the head and close my lips on the shaft. I didn't do it long, and when I stopped, Scott leaned over me and sucked my little; lucky if it was three inch, preteen dick.
If felt really good, and I wanted to do it more!
We went back and forth a few times. It was really important that we do each other for the exact amount of time the other did. Didn't want the other boy to get more than you got. So we would count and go up and down as we counted and we would decide beforehand........ ok we'll go up and down five times, or ten times. Eventually, Scott jerked himself off until he came. Oh yea, I guess I forgot to mention that Scott could cum. And he came A LOT. And it was pretty cool because when he came he shot so far he had to put his hand up to keep the semen from hitting him in the face. IU did not cum yet, but I understood the concept of an orgasm and was able to give myself one.
It was not long after that (and maybe before too) that I started to get attracted to a lot of younger boys. In particular was one boy in the neighborhood. He was three years younger than me and his name was Kevin. (I know. The psychologists say that I raped Kevin because Scott raped me. Again, you can form your own opinion). I was so hot for this kid. But I definitely did not want anybody to know I liked other boys. No way. And I did not know what to do. But I had an intense desire to be with him. But how? Kevin was a very tiny boy. I think that was one of the things that attracted me to him. I guess he seemed even younger than he was because of his size. He had medium length brown hair, bangs in the front, just over his ears on the side. He had beautiful brown eyes.
Kevin hung around with me and my friends sometimes and since I had developed quite a deviant mind, I often wondered how I could get in this kid's pants. When I was about ten years old and Kevin was about seven, we were in my bedroom one evening doing what preteen boys do when they are together (I have no idea what that is by the way). My parents were downstairs watching tv.
I decided it was time to get what I wanted. I had nooooooo idea what to do. I had an old manual typewriter on the desk in my bedroom and I typed:
Kevin read it and giggled and typed:
So I typed:
"THEN LET ME BLOW YOU"
Again Kevin typed "NO".
I had to be quiet because my mom and dad were right down stairs.
I grabbed Kevin and maneuvered him until I could push him back onto the bed. Once he was laying back, I started to rub his crotch. I could feel his tiny little pecker getting hard. I wanted to see it but my parents were right downstairs. I rubbed him for awhile and grabbed his hand and put it on my crotch and told him to rub me. But he just let his hand sit there. Kevin was using his other hand to cover his eyes. Somehow, if he could not see it, or I could not see his eyes then I guess in his mind it wasn't happening. But it WAS happening and my cock was now stiff as a nail. Every now and then I would try to manipulate his little fingers, trying to get him to play with my weiner. Kevin called his his "dinkus" or his "dink". I called mine my "johnnie" because that's what my momm taught me to call it. I probably called it a dick to everybody else. I was squeezing my Johnnie with his fingers but it wasn't the same since he was very relaxed and I had to do all the work.
I started to get frustrated with Kevin. "SQUEEZE IT" I said a little more forcefully. He ignored my command. I needed more. This wasn't enough. I slipped my hand under his waistband and inside his tighty whities and put my hand on the tiniest little dick I had ever felt. But that just made it hotter to me. It was actually warm inside his pants and I started to stroke his hard little dink, still rubbing his hand on my crotch. "C'MON..... RUB MINE" I worked my body around and I was going to make him put his hand down my pants when I looked up and froze completely as I saw my dad standing right beside the bed with a smirk on his face.
"Gulp...... uh...uh...." I had no idea what to do or say. Kevin still had his eyes covered and my dad put his finger to his mouth to shush me. So I kept quiet. I watch as my dad went down on his knees between Kevin's legs that hung over the edge of the bed. He reached up and unfastened Kevin's pants and when he had the zipper down, he motioned for me to help him pull them down. I was speechless, but my heart was racing at a 100 miles an hour.
I didn't know what the hell was going on. I was nervous, scared, excited, aroused...... too many feelings to describe all at once. But as I shook my head to remove the confusion, and looked down at Kevin's pants open and I could see his tiny bulge. I knew what I needed. I was on my knees on the bed and I grabbed Kevin's pants and started to push them down. Believe it or not, Kevin raised his hips a little to make it easier, but I only had to get them down a little to allow his beautiful little cocklette to escape. His tiny marble sized balls were visible in a sac that was tight against his groin.
I looked down at my dad, still not knowing what was going on, and he motioned with his head to Kevin's dick. I used a finger and my thumb to grab Kevin's dink and stroke it up and down a few times. Then I licked my lips which were dry from being so nervous and leaned down to take Kevin's dink into my mouth. I could smell the boy sweat. He must have played hard that day because his crotch had the most pleasant smell of young boy sweat. I dove in and took him into my mouth.... Using my tongue on the tiny thing. Sucking it up and down. From where I was leaning, I could see down over the edge of the bed and saw that my dad had his cock out and was jerking himself off, which at that point I cared not. But I had never seen my dad's cock and it looked huge.
I pulled off Kevin's dink and said "does that feel good?" Without removing his hand from his eyes, all he said was "MORE". I looked at my dad and he smiled and shrugged so I went back down on him.
I continued to worship Kevin's prepubescent cock, but after awhile I again needed more. I sat back on my butt and looked at my dad who was apparently enjoying the show. I did not want Kevin to know what was going on so I started pointing at my crotch and then at Kevin's face...... and mouthing "MY DICK.... HIS MOUTH". My dad smiled and nodded his head.
I unfastened my pants and pulled them and my tighty whitey underpants down to mid thigh in a second. I then put my hand down on the bed on the other side of Kevin's face.
In a forceful way, I whispered "OPEN YOUR MOUTH". Kevin did not move. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH" I said again. And this time he did. I leaned forward.... bringing my dick to his lips. He held his mouth open. Not moving, so I continued to move forward and insert my dick into the boy's mouth. "CLOSE" I whispered, and he did..... I started to hump his mouth and within a few seconds I could feel my orgasm coming on. I had only been cumming for a few weeks so I did not produce much cum. But I wanted that cum in Kevin's mouth. I moaned as I came, and I know Kevin had no idea what was happening, but he swallowed whatever boy juice I deposited into his mouth without skipping a beat. My dad just stood up, slowly pulled up his zipper and walked back out of the room.
I pulled my cock out of Kevin's mouth and quickly pulled up my pants..... "Pull up your pants" I said. Now I was feeling a lot of feelings but they were all different than before. I'm not sure if Kevin enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed it, and my dad must have had a good time too because when I got off the bed, there was a mess on my bedroom floor right where my dad knelt.
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