"Shush, he's calling now," I tell the two of them. Cole's tongue going to town on Josh doesn't relent, and the moaning continues. The bastard probably didn't even notice me, he seems in heaven. "Hey Lenny, good to hear from ya. Long time no see." I make a point to start the call a little far away from the action in the living room, but am slowly meandering toward it. "Remember all those PTA meetings? How's your son doing?" I didn't remember his son's name, whoops. "Hey Don, good to talk to you too. I'm actually talking to you because of my son. I heard about your..." he gulps before the next bit. "Business. I'm hoping it can help me with a little problem I'm having." I'm remembering what he looks like, now. Ram, mustatioed, pretty round, huge curved horns, white fur. Can't recall with his son. With my approach, he has to be able to hear Josh now, if only a little bit. "Let me wager a guess, Lenny. You're getting the hots for him, and that scares you." A few beats pass with no response. Bullseye. "I'm no cop, Lenny, and I don't record my calls. You can tell me." "... Yeah." "I think that's right responsible of you. Let's get you squared away so you can go back to being your normal self, yeah?" "Yeah..." "Sounds great. You know about my rates & rules, right?" I ask, setting the bait.. By now, Josh's moaning must have been almost distracting. "I was told the rates, but I don't think anyone told me the rules yet." Hooked. "Not much to tell, Lenny. I get to be there, and don't hurt him too bad. That's it. Chances are, you aint gonna do anything to him I haven't already, so you get to let yourself loose. You want to do something to my son, you get to do it. He's a big boy, he can take it. How does that sound, Lenny?" "... Really good, Don." I could practically see his tented pants from here. "That's great to hear. Your place at 6?" "Yeah..." "See you then, buddy. Say bye to Lenny, Josh." Josh manages to follow my command, despite all the attention he's getting, and I hang up. Cole manages to pull his face out of my son's ass long enough to contribute to the conversation finally. "Sounds like you got him hooked. Want me along for this one?" He repositions himself up on his knees, cock against my boy's hole. "Nah, I have a plan in mind. I'm thinkin you might be a bit hooked yourself, Cole," I note, pointing at his dick as he begins fucking my son. The bear gives me a huge grin. "He's a sweet boy, what can I say. How's that feel, Josh?" "You spoil him, you know." "I like being the fun uncle." he says with a grunt & big thrust. He's a cheeky motherfucker. He's lucky he's handsome. -- A few moments after a knock, Lenny opens the door. "Hey guys, welcome in," he quickly moves out of the doorway, gesturing us to come in. He looks around sheepishly. I can see my memory serves well, but his beard is a little more full these days, a little taller than me, and his arms are pretty damn built. Dressed in a button-up and some slacks, the man oozes suburbia. This is gonna be fun. He doesn't want the neighbors talking, then. I toy with him a bit. "Josh, give the man a hug." Josh does, right in the doorway. Lenny obviously has his reservations, but we'll fix that. I walk on in. A quick glance around shows me that Lenny's not hurting for cash. Gotta be doing well financially to hire my boy, so I'm used to seeing it by now. "Nice place you got here." "Thanks, I take pride in it," he says, breaking away from the hug & closing the door. I start to get a read on the man through his photos. "No wife?" "No, I, uh, started this solo. Always wanted a kid, did surrogacy." "I see, I see. Light of your life & all that, yeah?" "Yeah." He gestures for us to sit in his living room with him. We flank him on his nice, fancy couch. The TV is already showing some stupid kid show for Josh, who is immediately watching it. Once we're all settled, I continue the conversation. "So tell me about your problem, then." "Oh we don't need to get into the details" he says, the blush immediate. "Trust me, Lenny, I ask so I can make this better for you." And I was telling the truth. Mostly, at least. He takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves then begins. "I've just been... noticing Cam more." Cameron! That's it. "It started just a few months ago. I accidentally caught him drying off out of the shower & couldn't take my eyes off him. I have, uh, used that memory a lot of times since then." His tented slacks tells me all I need to know about what his mind is doing right now. "Have you advanced things at all since then?" "No! Not, well, directly at least. I have taken a few other opportunities to..." He seems to have difficulty saying it out loud. "Come on, Lenny, you know there's no judgement here." "I have seen him naked a few other times. Like I watch him when we change together, that kind of thing." "That's all? Why, you're quite the model citizen Lenny." I pat him on the back. "I don't feel like it," he admits, scratching the back of his head. "I think I'm well-equipped to say that most guys walk around with some urges they feel like they shouldn't act on. You're part of the few that get to have their cake & eat it too, so to speak. Josh here is already broken in, you can't do anything to him that hasn't been done already. Nothing like your Cam." He's barreling Josh down with his gaze, who is still watching the TV, oblivious to our chat. "Here." I move his hand to Josh's thigh, feeling a little hesitation on the way. His hand sits there for a bit, unmoving, shy. He's gonna be a tough nut to crack, I think. I'll give some direction. "Where's your bathroom?" "First door on the right," he says, pointing. Before heading there, I whisper to Lenny. "Meet us in there in three minutes." He has that same shy look on his face as I direct my attention to Josh. "Josh, follow me." "But daddy, the show is -" He notices my glare, and relents. We go there together, and it's a full bath with a shower, not too small for what's about to go down. Good. I tell Josh to strip while I look for a towel. I wrap it around Josh, who stands there a little uncomfortably. I sit on the toilet and wait. Lenny walks in on the scene. He probably suspected what I was up to, but if so, his face didn't show it. "I was going to ask you what you were imagining, but I had a better idea. Show me." "I don't know if-" "I'm being serious, Lenny. Show me how you'd molest your son." That word seemed to work on him. Molest. That is what's about to happen, after all. With another deep breath, likely for the same purpose as before, he walks toward my son, determination in his eyes. He grabs the towel & snatches it away, onto the floor. A beat passes, him admiring my son. He is a pretty boy, I'll admit it. That didn't last, though. Showing his strength, Lenny picks Josh up with one arm & pulls him close. He practically shoves his tongue down my fifth-grade son's throat. Josh squirms a bit, but Lenny's grip is strong. He's able to keep that up while feeling up my son with his free hand. It didn't take long for his hands to find their way to my son's ass. I pull my pants down, enjoying the show. His tented pants seemed uncomfortable at this point, but I wasn't about to steal the spotlight. This continued for a bit, with him obviously poking at my boy's asshole. His tall ceilings helped for the next move. He broke the kiss, lifting my son gently but securely. His other hand never left his ass, now both fondling & supporting. He proceded to engulf my son's cock & balls with his mouth. He likes to reciprocate, what a gentleman. Josh moaned, which hopefully sounded familiar to him. I could see his tongue was active, occasionally lapping at his taint as well. The ram was finally living his desires, and his excitement is obvious. He let go of Josh's boyhood & lowered him with a toss. This got a giggle out of him, but it didn't last. Back on his feet, Josh was face-to-face with Lenny's crotch, and it's not exactly subtle. Hell, he's got me wondering what he's packing in there, but I didn't have to wonder long. Pants & jock on the floor, Lenny's meat stood proud. He's gotta be damn near 10 inches, medial ring, and thick as all hell, balls hanging low from the heat of the activity. He shucks his shirt as well, he's got something of a former athlete sort of build, but pretty round still. I can see the appeal, and my son, the little fag, is looking with appreciation, too. Or maybe that's fear. I'm happy either way. With a whistle, I tell him "Damn Lenny, didn't know you were packing such serious heat." For a second, I'm worried that that'll snap him back out of his determination, but I'm in luck. "Thanks, I'm going to fuck your son with it." "Good, make it hurt." "First, though," Lenny says, pushing Josh's head into his crotch. With his nose in Lenny's balls, my son has no choice but to breathe in the musk. Just like earlier, any squirming is quickly dismissed by Lenny's superiour strength. "Fuuuck, yeah. Bet he loves this." "What he wants doesn't matter right now, Lenny. Just what you want. You're the man, and you can take it." "Fuck yeah..." His cock pulses expectantly on the side of my son's head, his medial ring poking my son's ear. He pulls Josh's head back, commanding "Lick, boy." At first, Josh does so with some reluctance, darting his tongue uselessly. Lenny doesn't let that stand, though, thankfully. He pries his mouth open, spitting directly into Josh's open mouth, then adds "Do it like you mean it." His mean streak is a good look on him. Josh begins putting a bit more effort into it. As he's getting a taste of the ram, Lenny closes his eyes & focuses on the sensations. He's getting his first time fucking a child, so I get it. It's amazing. "My pedo cock is molesting your son," he tells me. Oh yeah, we're going to get along fine. "Being a pedophile is the best, isn't it? You get to do whatever you want to these kids. And you're so much bigger than them." "Fuck yeah..." "You're strong enough that you can hold them down, they can't stop you. They barely know what sex even is. They'll grow up knowing your dick." The dirty talk is really getting him going. He whips my son around, putting Josh's hands on the sink, and lines his huge dick with my child's hole. "I should have done this sooner..." he admits, spitting on his dick. My ears perk at that, metaphorically. "Oh yeah? What do you mean?" "I mean that, I, uh..." I'm losing him. "C'mon Lenny, tell me what you mean. Who should you have done this earlier to?" "Cam." He gets the head in, Josh winces. "I should have been raping Cam." Already down to the medial ring, along with a cry of pain from Josh. "I should have been showing Cam what a fucking pedophile his father is. How much his father needs his body." "And what if he doesn't want that?" "I don't care. I'm taking what's mine." He's balls deep, now, tears streaming down Josh's face. I finally stand, dick hard as can be. With me next to the sink, I keep jacking off. "And if he says no?" "I'm still fucking him." "And if he cries?" "Good. I want him to." I find a picture of Cam on a shelf within arms reach. That's right, he's a little ram boy with tiny little horns, white and brown fur. Seems like a recent photo. Not interrupting Lenny's thrusting, I grab the picture & hold it up, other hand still on my dick. "Are we still talking in the past, Lenny? Who says you can't take what's yours now? You can still do it." "I have to. I can't give this up, this is too good. I'm raping my son." Yeah, he's done for, now. Hate to put myself out of business, but I love to do it even more. "And how long have you wanted to rape your son, really?" Pushing my luck now, but I'm feeling lucky. "Since I got him." Bingo. "You're telling me..." "I did the surrogacy to have a fucktoy. I wanted a boy to rape, I wanted to live my pedophile fantasy. Then I started to care for the little slut." He's drooling from the pleasure of it all. "And now?" "I couldn't care less what he wants. He's going to be my live-in cocksleeve. I'm going to fuck him when I want, how I want, and where I want. I'll threaten to kill him if he tells anyone else, and he knows I can." Lenny's hands found their way to Josh's throat, choking him. I kept an eye on him, just in case. Can't break the merchandise. "I'll strangle the life out of him if he tells. That'll keep him quiet, so I can keep raping him forever." I got a little worried, but decided to shoot for the finish line rather than bail. Hotter that way, and I was close too. "You're gonna feel like this, every day, for the rest of your life." Josh started going limp. That wasn't going to stop us. "Fuuuuck..." Lenny exhaled with a slam, filling my son with ram cum. I crossed the finish line myself, coating my son's unconscious face. After that, it only took a few moments for Lenny to realize that he was still choking my son, which prompted him to pull back suddenly. The old Lenny's back, suddenly. "Sorry, sorry!" "If I wanted you to not choke him, I woulda said so. That was fucking hot, Lenny." "Yeah, it was..." he admitted bashfully. Josh woke up, and we all started to clean up & dress. My boy knows better than to complain. As we're headed to the door, money exchanged, Lenny began a request: "Say, this stays between us, right?" "I'd hope so." "I mean, the things I said in there. That was all in the moment, I would never actually..." he trails off, blush apparent through fur. I let him continue, but it seems he'd rather I interrupt. "I just don't want you to think I would do any of that, actually." "Of course, Lenny, I know you could never do that." I open the front door, and I'm sure he feels like I'm exposing our sin to the world. "Thanks." I give it a week until he gives in.