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Subject: Posing for Little Dale, part 3 Posing for Little Dale, part 3 This is a work of fiction about my favorite subject: Perpetrators. This work of gay fiction is for adults who enjoy fantasies and not meant for to be taken as instruction. If this tale offends you, please leave now. If you enjoy the story, please donate fty/) to keep the site going. It provides a needed service to our community. ota Setting the scene: When I was 10 I found a cache of my father's muscle magazines in a box in the rafters in the garage. I had been looking for them for a couple of years. I saw them first when I was 8 years old and sneaking around in his underwear drawer. These weren't regular muscle magazines. Sometimes the guys were completely nude. You could see butt. But their cocks were tucked into the most amazing apparatus I had ever seen: a posing strap. Part 2 recap: It's 1964. Kit gets caught with neighborhood pedo, Little Dale, by his father's lover Len. Dale and Len clean up the little slut while rubbing his hard little nail and fingering his hole. Kit's father Bob is already asleep or passed out. Len makes sure Kit will keep his mouth shut. Len gives the boy his first kiss with his adult tongue filling Kit's mouth. Kit's dad sleeps in the next morning. Len takes Kit in the office and lets him see more muscle magazines dressed only in their jockeys. The ten-year-old learns how to suck impossibly large cock. Kit visits Dale and says he wants to be a good cock sucker like his dad. Dale tells him, *quot;I like it rough, and even though you are a fifth grader I'm gonna teach you how to be a slut.*quot; Part 3 Going back home after one of these visits at Dad's house was a hard adjustment. I was so horny for more adult cock, and I didn't know how to get it. I was also worried I would get caught by my father. I wondered what he would think if he knew his little 10-year-old boy was a cock-sucking slut. The next time Dad took me to his place for the weekend, something had changed. Little Dale was over at Dad's more and giving me the big eye when Dad couldn't see. Dale and Lin were suddenly much more friendly. They went out and did stuff. Lin was wandering over to Dale's house more often. I got a little jealous. But I loved my dad and now we had a bit more time to spend together. Dad showed me how to use his printing press in the garage and showed me more of his artwork. His stuff was all linoleum block prints and many of them were of naked guys. Some things had really changed, and I am not sure why Dad was now being more open. Lin came back home to find me and Dad at the kitchen table drinking milkshakes Dad had made for us. Before he had hit the blender, he winked at me and poured a heavy glug of his home made Kahlúa into the shakes. Then he put his hush finger to his mouth to make sure I kept quiet about it. The shakes were delicious, and one went a long way making me a bit giddy. *quot;So the menfolk are having a lovely Saturday afternoon with milkshakes. Nice.*quot; *quot;Dad showed me how to work his printing press and he showed me his prints of guys!*quot; I was suddenly nervous I had said to much. I wasn't sure who I could tell stuff to and what I had to keep quiet. I was a kid with a lot of secrets. There is stuff we don't share with Mom. Dad just smiled at me and Len, so I guessed maybe it wasn't a big deal. *quot;Well, that's great, Kit,*quot; Len said to both of us. *quot;Your father makes beautiful art, and you are a very grown-up boy who can appreciate it.*quot; Dad just beamed at both of us. I guessed some walls were coming down. *quot;Is Dale going to come to the bar with us today?*quot; Len told him yes, *quot;He's going to meet us there, all three of us.*quot; Dad sputtered a bit in protest. I just sat still. Obviously, plans were being made about me that I should just be cool about. Len countered Dad's reaction, *quot;Like I said, he is a grown-up boy for his age and he can behave like a big boy. We can sit at a table instead of the bar. They serve food there, so it's legal if he just doesn't sit at the bar. You like pizza, Kit?*quot; I'm not sure Dad was that happy about it, but he seemed to really want to drink at the bar. *quot;Kit, I washed your new Levi's your dad got you a few times, so they are softer and are on the escort hamper in the office there for you if you want to wear them to the bar.*quot; I could barely contain myself. I was still a little loopy from Dad's milkshake, but I was so happy and excited. I was going to the bar that Dale said the other guys went to. The new pants were there on the hamper, so I unfolded them and the little posing strap I had tried on at Dale's fell out. Wow! There was also a little navy and white striped T-shirt with the pants. Len had arranged a whole outfit for me. I quickly changed into all of it, including the posing strap that made my penis hard immediately. I could feel the Levi's on my naked ass which felt amazing. The T-shirt was tight, but it felt sexy, and I liked the way it looked in the mirror. I could see my hard nipples poking up from my narrow little chest. We went in Dad's car because they didn't want to put me on their motorcycles yet. I was practically jumping up and down in the back seat. When we got there Dad walked me in out of the bright afternoon light into the dark and somewhat smelly bar. I held his hand and he introduced me to Chet, the bartender. Chet had on a white ribbed tank top over his big muscles and tattoos. Just like the guys in Dad's magazines. Dad hoisted me up so I could shake Chet's big paw. Up there I could see the rest of Chet behind the bar and that he was wearing black leather chaps like cowboys wore but with no underwear! I could see his butt. Len looked over Dad's shoulder and winked at me. *quot;You know he can only sit at your table and Little Dale already picked one out for you back by the pisser,*quot; Chet told us. *quot;But you can send your little kid to the bar to pick up your drinks if you want. Give him something to do*quot; Dale was sitting toward the back by the bathroom, which I am guessing was the pisser. It smelled like men back there. I always liked when Dad would take me on drives, and we had to use gas station bathrooms. I liked the urinals that were taller than my head. There was pubic hair in them sometimes. Dad scooted me into the banquette seat, and I was next to Dale, but I was afraid to do anything. Then Len sat on the other side of me. *quot;I'll get the first round,*quot; Dad said and made his way to the bar leaving me between Dale and Len. Dale's hand immediately went behind me and he felt my butt. *quot;Goddam, kid, you look so fucking cute.*quot; Then I felt his fingers tucking down the back of my pants and he could feel the posing strap tie down my crack. *quot;I see you got my present and I am so glad you are wearing it.*quot; *quot;He's been drinking Kahlúa milkshakes with his dad, so his pump is already primed,*quot; Len smirked at him. Dale laughed big, *quot;This kid never had a chance!*quot;, and blew his smoke straight up in the air. Dale was now gently fingering my little hole and my head was spinning from being so excited. Dad returned with three beers for the guys. *quot;Chet says to go to the bar to get what you want. It all goes on our tab, so don't worry about the money.*quot; I walked up to the bar, and more guys were sitting there now. I was raised to be polite, so I smiled at them. They looked at me like Little Dale does, smiling back at me and winking. *quot;How about I make you my special Roy Rogers, Kit?*quot; I just nodded yes. I was so excited to be at the bar by myself. I hoisted myself up so I could look over the bar at Chet's butt, and hooked my arms over the rail so my feet dangled in air. I watched as Chet put a splash of 7-Up in a tall glass, then a glug of that red cherry juice, then he looked over my shoulder at the table with by guys to see if they were looking. Seeing that Dad was busy Chet glug-glug-glugged from the vodka bottle filling the rest of my glass. *quot;You drink that slow, Kit, it's pretty strong, and don't let your dad know.*quot; He turned his back to the counter, and I got to see his butt again. He had a tattoo on one ass cheek that said *quot;Your Name*quot; on it. It was confusing to me but so naughty! I walked carefully back to the table holding my big drink. Dale scooted out so I could get on the rounded bench we sat on. He sat back down, and Len and Dale closed in on me some. I took a big sip of my Roy Rogers and it was so strong I almost choked, but kept still gebze escort about it. I loved it. Immediately my stomach warmed up and I felt my face flush. Dad was back up to the bar for more beer while Chet walked by us on his way to the *quot;pisser.*quot; I saw his ass tattoo again. I asked Dale what it meant. Both Dale and Lin chuckled. *quot;Chet tells the guys at the bar he's hot for them, `I got Your Name on my ass.'*quot; I kind of got what he meant, but the bigger message was that Chet -- with all those muscles -- liked guys like Dad and Len and Dale did. Dale grabbed my drink for a minute and sniffed, then he took a sip and laughed. *quot;Go slow with that kid, that's a high-octane Roy Rogers.*quot; I smiled and took another big gulp, and it went down easier now. I liked this. Dad, meanwhile, had been waylaid at the bar laughing and chatting with the guys that had flirted with me. I watched Dad point to me, and the other guys smiled and laughed. I wondered what Dad was saying to them. At the same time Dale's hand was busy again digging down the back of my new Levi's and fingering me while I sucked down the Roy Rogers through a big straw. *quot;You better stay alert to his dad, Dale. He could come back any second and catch you finger-banging his little boy's pussy.*quot; But Dad was obviously a few drinks in and yucking it up with the other bar guys. Dale reached his other hand in front of me and stroked my stomach and my chest. His fingers found my puffy nipples and he latched on and tweaked them, which made me crazy. He scooted his nipple hand under my T-shirt and began to roughly work them over. I whimpered some. *quot;Is that too much, baby boy?*quot; *quot;No*quot;, I gasped, *quot;I love it!*quot; Len cracked up, *quot;You got a live one there.*quot; He reached around too and scruffed my flat-top petting my head. I was in heaven. Dad was having a great time and was sitting at the bar now, back to us and his arm was over another guy's back, laughing and smoking. I loved the attention I was getting, but I kind of wanted my dad too. I took a big gulp. Len noticed and asked me if I was okay. He stroked my neck and held the back of my head and pulled me over to his mouth which was suddenly full of tongue that filled my mouth right away. I was drunk and totally stimulated by two men at the same time. I was bouncing a bit on Dale's finger up my ass, grinding around on it. Dale took a finger and turned my chin his way for an adult deep mouth kiss too, and as my head turned, I caught Chet's eye at the bar, leering at us. I was too delirious and boozed up to care. Dale clocked Chet walking to the pisser and grabbed my arm. *quot;Let's go take a leak, Kit.*quot; And off I stumbled with Dale leading the way, and just as the door was shutting behind Chet, Dale pulled it back open and pushed me inside. Dale locked the bathroom bolt behind me as I looked at Chet standing by the pisser and staring at me as he unzipped the crotch of his leather chaps. *quot;So, this is your little cocksucker in training, huh?*quot; Chet was now stroking his big cock at us both. *quot;This little whore wants to be a bigger cocksucker than his dad, so he needs training,*quot; Dale whispered behind me as his hands pushed me to Chet. Chet looked down at me and sneered, *quot;You're too short to suck my cock on your knees, so just bend over and open your mouth.*quot; As I bent over, I felt Dale unbutton my Levi's and pull them down exposing my butt. I opened my mouth and Chet looked me in the eye and hocked a big wad of spit into my open mouth. Some went in, some hit my lower lip and dripped down my chin. Then he pushed his cock right in as far as my little mouth could take it. He held onto my ears and started fucking my head while Dale spit down on my bare butthole with a hocked up wad. He must have loosened me up some as he was jamming two big fingers in me at the table back out there. I felt the stretch, but I was drunk enough it didn't bother me. I loved it and rocked back as Chet face-fucked me. I held onto Chet's hard ass muscles as he continued to choke me and gag me with his big cock. Spit was dripping down off my face on the bathroom floor and tears were running down my cheeks. Dale kept a hand on my head to steady me so Chet could use my mouth like a punching gölcük escort bag with his cock. *quot;Alright, faggot. I'm gonna shoot my load in your mouth and you'd better swallow it if you know what's good for you.*quot; *quot;Don't worry,*quot; Dale said, *quot;he's a baby cum-whore. He can't get enough.*quot; Chet groaned at that and grunted as a thick stream of sperm began shooting in my mouth and I quickly began gulping it down, all the while holding Chet's ass as he pumped into me. At the same time, something was happening in my butthole with Dale filling me up with now three fingers. It felt like my ass was having an earthquake. My whole body was exploding as I drank down Chet's cum and jammed myself back on Dale's hand. What was happening? My hole was spasming and I could feel my penis jumping and throbbing. Chet leaned over and swabbed my face with his tongue before he slid it into my still gasping mouth. Dale just kept his fingers in me but was still and his other arm was wrapped around me hugging me as I was thrashing around a bit from what was happening in my hole. *quot;I think baby boy just had his first orgasm. And he got it from drinking cum and getting banged in the hole by my hand at the same time.*quot; Chet was still kissing me and slathering more spit into my mouth, and I loved it. *quot;The first time is always the best. You're welcome,*quot; he laughed. *quot;Let me outta here so I can run interference with the dad,*quot; he said as he zipped up his chaps. Little Dale quickly took care to clean up the spit and sperm around my mouth. Then he bent back over and washed my hole with his tongue and made me shiver all over. *quot;God, I love that smooth hairless slit you got.*quot; Dale whisked us back to the table just as we saw Dad kissing some guy on the mouth getting ready to head back to us. Maybe he didn't even know I was gone. *quot;Quick, drink the rest of this, so your dad doesn't smell the booze when he gets back. And try not to breath on him.*quot; Len laughed, *quot;Bob is busy with his own buzz. He won't smell anything.*quot; I slugged it down, but a lot of the alcohol must have been at the bottom and my head was spinning. Dad was still meandering back, so I asked Dale, *quot;What happened back there with my butt? That felt amazing.*quot; *quot;You had your first orgasm, I am guessing, and it was hands free -- except for mine, of course, and mostly in your hole. You get a little older and you'll be shooting cum too, like us big guys.*quot; Len laughed, *quot;Way to go, Kit! Best not to talk about that to your dad.*quot; Dale took Dad on his motorcycle as they were going to a downtown Oakland bar for more drinks and whatever. I was pooped and happy to be going back to the house with Len. *quot;Did you have a good time tonight?*quot; *quot;Yeah, it was great! I sucked Chet's big cock and he shot in my mouth,*quot; I said proudly. *quot;If you still want to be a better cocksucker than your dad, you'll need more practice,*quot; Len told me as he tucked me onto the bed/couch. I know you are probably tired by now, but I think you should suck me off before you go to sleep.*quot; I loved that Len automatically expected me to let him shoot into my mouth. I felt like I was becoming the house cocksucker, and that is what I wanted. I didn't know how Dad was going to fit in all this, or if he would find out and never want to talk with me again. Len stripped off his clothes and he was already hard. I was lying on my back with my head propped up on the couch arm. Lin flapped open the blanket and saw that I was just in my new T-shirt and the little boy-sized posing strap. *quot;Oh, that is perfect, you're like a perfect little baby whore ready for fun whenever,*quot; Len said as he straddled over my chest and waved his cock in my face. I stroked his cock close to my mouth and asked him, *quot;Can you do that thing where to shoot it all over my face and in my open mouth?*quot; *quot;Dear fucking god, yes. That's just what I wanted to do!*quot; It happened fast. He was holding my head down with his hand around my throat, kind of choking me. I liked when it was a little scary. He began plunging his cock into my mouth, and I was getting better, not so much gagging and coughing. Len's legs began trembling and he was humping into my throat harder, plus then he was practically strangling me. His voice was catching with sexual explosion, *quot;Open your mouth faggot and give me a target to shoot into!*quot; After it was all over, I went to sleep sucking my thumb and playing with my nipples. An old habit that still made me feel good.