Pedophiles At Sea

©2008 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

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Part 3
When Frankie was six and Mark was three, the Wilsons had a third child, yet another boy. They named him Mickey. At night, the five Wilsons moved about between the master bedroom and the boys' bedroom. Sometimes, Frank would be fucking Frankie while Ginny lay with the younger boys. Other times, the parents would play with Mark while Frankie took care of the baby. By now Mark was an expert cocksucker and cunt licker himself. Sometimes, Ginny would sleep with the baby and Mark would watch his father fuck his older brother.

Mark was a happy-go-lucky kid, not as given to serious brooding as Frankie. He was always looking for fun, for adventure. Whenever he watched his father fuck his older brother, he'd pester him, "Now me, Pops. Now me," and stick his four-year old butt up in the air and pull his cheeks apart. Frank talked it over with Ginny. They had opened Frank, Jr., at age five, but they had no real reason to wait until then to pick Mark's cherry. They began making preparations for another deflowering, using their fingers and tongues to start loosening his tight little sphincter.

Frankie, however, was no help at all. He had come to cherish his special fuck times with his father, and was not about to start sharing them with a usurper, especially when it was his brother. At seven, like most boys, he delighted in picking on his younger sibling. They fought, they argued, they teased. "When Daddy fucks you, it's gonna hurt you bad. You're gonna scream. He'll tear your ass apart. You'll never be able to sit down. You'll always have shit coming out."

All these threats, far from deterring Mark as intended, only strengthened his resolve. And when Frankie realized it, he changed tactics. "You know, Daddy loves me more than you. He loves me as much as Mommy. That's why he only fucks us. He don't wanna fuck you. You should stop pestering him. If he gives in to your whining, and he gets all set to put his cock up your ass, I'm gonna throw a tantrum and then Daddy will feel sorry for me, and he won't fuck you, and he'll hug me instead. You'll see."

Little did Mr. and Mrs. Wilson know that their well-formulated plans for Mark's deflowering were about to be thoroughly scuttled. One Saturday, Ginny was at the store with Frankie buying clothes for school. Frank and Mark were baby-sitting Mickey and having some good father-son bonding. As the one-year old toddled about in his diaper, Mark and his father batted a nerf ball about in the back yard. Then they played hide and seek indoors, and had a pizza delivered for lunch. Mickey settled down in his crib for an afternoon nap, and Frank asked Mark what he wanted to do.

"Let's take a bath." Mark started pulling his clothes off.

"Sounds like a good idea to me, Son." In a few minutes, the two were lolling in hot water, Frank holding his boy on his lap, leisurely running a bar of soap over his young chest.

Mark turned to look at his father. "Your dick is getting hard, Pops! I can feel it." Frank nodded and smiled. "I guess you like me sitting here." Another paternal smile. "I like it too, Pops!" Mark laid his head back on his father's warm hairy chest, then reached down and pulled his cheeks apart, so he could feel that wonderful daddy cock fill his boy crack. "Uh, Pops?"

"Yes, Mark, what is it?"

"Why do you love Frankie more than me?" The question every parent dreads.

"Fuck, Mark! I love you both the same. You are both my wonderful sons. Why would you ask such a question?"

"Well, you always fuck Frankie and you never fuck me. You keep saying you will some time, but you don't. When you fuck him, you say, "I love you. I love you. I love you." I want you to fuck me and say that to me.

"Mark, Son!" Frank squeezed his boy tight. "I do love you. I really do. And Mommy and I are planning your first fuck. We really are. When she comes home, I'll tell her you want it real soon. OK? Maybe we can do it tonight." Frank began to get excited at the idea. He closed his eyes and began reenacting the scene of Frankie's deflowering. He imagined Mark laying on his mother's bosom, his sweet ass anxiously poised. But once again, his son threw him a curve ball.

"Why do we need Mommy? It's your cock, Pops! It's my ass. Come on. We don't gotta wait 'til tonight!" Mark jumped up out of the tub and grabbed a towel. "Come on, Pops! I want you to do it now! I wanna surprise them when they come home. I wanna show them my big open hole. Come on!"

"But?"

"Don't you love me, Pops?"

"Yes, but."

"Don't you want to fuck me, Pops?"

"Well, sure, b..."

"Great!" Mark, half dried, went running out of the bathroom toward his parents' bedroom. Frank shook his head. What had just happened? He stood up, dried off a little, and paddled down the hall, his rock hard cock leading the way. On his bed, there lay his middle son giggling, wearing nothing but the biggest grin on his face. He had his feet up by his ears. In one hand was an open tube of KY. The other hand was already spreading a big glob of it around his happy hole.

"OK, Son. Let me do that now." Frank took the tube, and began tenderly lubing his boy's love chute with his pinky finger. "I love you, Mark."

"I love you, Pops!" Frank switched to a larger finger which his son's hungry ass seemed to swallow. After watching his brother get fucked so often, Mark really wanted this.

"Now, when I start to push my cock in,..."

"I know, Pops! I push like I gotta make shit. Don't worry. I know what to do. Come on. I'm ready."

Frank straddled his son, looked down at those sweet innocent trusting eyes, placed those tiny adorable feet, still dripping bath water, on his own shoulders, and aimed his cock at that tender red rosebud, now glistening in clear jelly. "No, this won't work."

"Huh?" Mark's eyes started getting wet. After all this, was his father going to disappoint him?

Frank swung around and sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on his elbows, his cock pointing up toward the ceiling fan. "Come on, Son. On my lap."

"Yeah? Swell!" Mark jumped up and sprung on to his father's lap, his bony sternum pressed against that marvelous hairy chest, his skinny legs wrapped around his Daddy's waist, and his loving little arms hugging Frank's neck.

Frank sat up again, took those two perfect little butt globes and pulled them gently apart, setting the boy's love tunnel entrance over his cockhead. He kissed his son on the mouth, and said, "OK."

"OK, Pops!" Mark scrunched up his face and pushed down. He was surprised when the big cock didn't just slide right in. He gritted his teeth, held his breath and pushed down again. Frank took the boy's hips in his hands and gently pushed. Suddenly, the precious sphincter gave way and allowed the head to enter that inner sanctum. "Yowee!," Mark hollered, then laughed heartily. This was what he wanted. His father's lovebone inside him.

"Slowly, Son, I'm going to bounce you up and down." Each time Mark came down, and felt the cock penetrate higher up his canal, he let out another enthusiastic yelp. It was so tight, and it hurt so good. The pace got faster. He was riding his father like a pony. His arms held his father's neck in a chokehold, his legs locked around his father's waist.

Frank held on to his son's hips as he pounded away. He too had tears in his eyes. It all felt so wonderful, so right. Just him and Mark, alone in this moment of pure passion. After a few minutes which seemed hours to Mark, Frank stopped. Every muscle of his body tensed. He wrapped his arms around his boy and clung to him tightly.

Mark knew the moment of ejaculation was at hand. He held his breath and waited. Suddenly, he felt that cock pulsing inside him. Once again, he shouted, "Yowee!" as his insides filled with hot jizz. The shots seemed to go on forever.

When he was finally spent, Frank fell back on the bed, pulling his priceless treasure over with him. Mark started laughing uncontrollably. He was deliriously happy. Together, they began saying the only words appropriate for this moment, "I love you. I love you. I love you." Over and over and over again.

Eventually, Frank smiled at his middle boy, four years old and all grown up. He gave him a big kiss. "We should take another bath."

"Fuck, no way! I want Frankie and Mommy to see my big open hole with all you juice dripping out!"

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