***The following story includes some language that not everyone will be comfortable with.  If you find certain words or themes involving ageplay distasteful, then this might not be the story for you.  You have been warned.***
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My late twenties brought a different attitude to my love life.  As I grew older and matured, experienced a little more, I learned to broaden my horizons.  Up until then, I only ever got with guys who were around my age or a little younger.  Useful as it may be to have youthful beauty, it didn't seem to matter much in the grand scheme of things.  At least that's what I told myself.  Maybe it was just a convenient excuse for lowering my standards.  Either way, I met someone who was much older than I'm used to.  
The guy I started seeing was a father, a whole world apart from my relatively carefree bachelor life.  I guess he couldn't keep it in his pants and his wife caught him with his best friend.  They split up right after that.  He started experimenting with his other side of himself and that's where I enter the picture.  There are definite perks of messing around with a dad, I must say.  Being a caretaker made him especially suited to playing off my kinks.  He knew just how to spoil me and make me feel special.  I think he appreciated having someone as young as me to play with, to be honest.  When I was younger, I probably would have been bothered by such a shallow reason.  By then, all that mattered was that we were having fun together.  
It was a typical Friday night, I had just left my grueling nine-to-five.  A week of being dutiful left me eager to break the monotony and feel alive by spending the night with him.  On my commute home, stuck in the usual traffic, I took the opportunity to give him a call.  One of the reminders of our generational difference is how he insisted that texting was too slow, not that it really bothered me that much.  Different was the reason why it was interesting to me, after all.  It took a few rings for him to pick up.  
"Hey, Sig!  They let you out on time this week, huh?  How was it?" he answered with his high pitched, enthusiastic voice.  I'll admit it did cheer me up a little.  
"Gavin!  Nothing catastrophic this week so they left me alone for once.  Feeling pretty good right now, like I'm ready to go all night.  Do you want to get together?" I asked, doing my best to sound alluring.
"I want nothing more than to take care of you tonight.  There's just a slight problem.  My ex had something going on tonight, so I offered to swap weekends with her.  Sorry, I should have told you sooner.  I know we usually go out, but I'll have to stay in this time.  I don't mind having both of my favorite boys over if you don't mind waiting until after Ryan goes to bed.  How does that sound?" Gavin offered.  
Ryan was Gavin's six year old son.  We met several times before then on rare occasion, and not for very long.  He seemed sweet and cute enough, not that I gave it much thought before then.  Understandably so, him and I were two halves of Gavin's life that he sought to keep mostly separate.  His apologetic tone was unfounded to me, since it didn't bother me in the slightest.
"No, I don't mind sticking around at all.  It's really no problem!  I'm prepared to stay up after my bedtime.  I'll try to restrain myself until then.  What does he like to eat?  I can pick up something on the way if you'd like, after I stop by my place to shower and pack a bag," I explained.  
"You're the best!  This should be fun, playing with the two cutest boys I know!  Don't worry about food, I have it all settled.  Just be sure to wear something cute for me to take off of you later, I'll probably get restless staring at you for hours.  I gotta go pick him up now, see you when you get here," Gavin sputtered, his lust palpable.  
"Haha, I will pick something just for you.  I'll call you when I'm on my way."
"Bye, sweetie," he said before hanging up.  
Once I made it to my apartment, I wasted no time stripping practically as soon as I closed the door behind me.  I lingered at the tall mirror in the hall to check myself over.  I'd consider myself to be an average looking skunk, a little smaller than most guys.  My spotted monochrome fur was a bit shaggy in places, especially around my head and tail, the latter of which was a bit unruly.  A life of avoiding exercise left me without much muscle and a bit of excess cushion in my bottom half.  That's something Gavin coerced me out of by taking me on hikes and other outdoor activities, which I've come to enjoy more now.  
Anyway, I think he liked that he had the advantage of size and athleticism on me.  We had taken to these roles rather naturally, with him being bigger and a generation apart.  After I bathed, I dried off and chose clothes that I thought looked juvenile--colorful printed briefs, cartoon graphic tees, gym shorts.  I threw my change of clothes and overnight supplies into my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and off I went for an encounter I wasn't soon to forget.  
I pulled up to Gavin's abode, a tiny two bedroom house in a quiet suburb.  He must have been a responsible guy to be able to afford a new home so soon after moving out; I was kind of jealous.  The door flew open moments after I had knocked.  Greeting me was someone half the size I expected, little Ryan in a cute red tank top and matching short shorts.  He was a cottontail rabbit with cream colored fur broken up by splotches of dark brown that were most concentrated on his face between the ears, on his chest, and his tail.  He was a lithe and active one like his dad, although his youthful figure was still more lean and tight.  "Siggy!" was the only warning from the boy as he threw his arms around my waist and embraced my midsection.  His affection came as a welcome surprise; this was the first time he was so delighted to see me.  
I reciprocated his gesture with a pat between his long, perky ears and was promptly pulled inside by him.  "Good to see you too, Ry," I chuckled.  "Where's your dad?"  Although the kid continued to drag me further inside, I insisted on at least closing the door and leaving my bag behind.  It was hard to protest with the cute little guy tugging on my hand.  
"He's in the kitchen making dinner," Ryan squeaked.  "This way, this way!"  All this fanfare just to take me through the house I've been in countless times was needlessly silly, but not unwelcome.  I allowed him to tow me through the dining room to the kitchen, acting as if his strength gave me no choice.  His mission completed, I was freed from his grasp.  The boy's boundless vigor wasn't satisfied sitting still, so he bounced and circled the island in the center of the room.  
Ryan's father only noticed our presence when his path was suddenly crossed as he went from the counter to the fridge.  Gavin, who had an apron over his usual jeans and button shirt, looked remarkably similar to his son.  He aged gracefully I thought, perhaps from his youthful spirit.  The life of activity that honed a healthy, athletic figure was somewhat offset by an equally healthy appetite and slowing metabolism.  His once prominent muscles were cushioned by a chubby layer, the ideal dad body.  He might have looked unassuming, but he was still lightning quick and agile.  He reacted to Ryan's intrusion in a fittingly playful way and scooped him up as he tried to scurry past.  "Got ya!" he shouted and jostled them around as he was about to throw them.  "Daddy's cooking, so you can't be running in here!  Next time you won't get off easy!"
The kid broke free and retreated behind me as if I would keep him safe.  He leaned out from the cover I provided as his hands ran through the fluffy tip of my tail, which was nearly as big as him.  "No, don't do it!" he cried, playing along.  "Siggy, save me!"
I didn't react so much to having my personal space invaded, just a thing kids did.  The attention felt nice, too, so I let him do his thing so I could properly greet my partner.  "What do you think I'm going to do?  Hey Gav, I'm here!  Something smells good, what is it?"
After dusting off his hands, he practically charged into me to give a hearty full body hug that lifted me off my feet to dangle helplessly, a feat of strength that was nothing for him.  His long ears twitched with anticipation.  Excitable and affectionate as always, he nuzzled my neck and gave my cheek a big smooch before setting me down again.  "Here's my cute fella!  Ah, so good to have you here!  I'm making my famous sauce from scratch.  We're having pasta, I picked up some fresh bread from the bakery, and I'm working on the salad.  Do you want a beer?"
"Not right now, maybe with dinner.  Need any help?" I asked, surveying the parts in progress scattered across the counterspace.  Since the pot wasn't even boiling yet, it would be a while still.  
Ryan, who dipped away while we were hugging, reappeared to shoot a volley of foam darts that flew past our heads and dangerously close to the food being prepared.  "Gaaaaahhh I missed!" he pouted.  He plopped on the floor and weaved between our legs to retrieve his lost ammunition.  
Gavin let out a deep sigh.  "I told you it's not safe to play in here, especially when I'm cooking.  Go play in the living room until dinner is ready, okay?" he explained in a gentle, loving voice.  I've never known him to be anything but understanding as a parent.  It was obvious he really loved his son.  After handing over a dart that he snatched up from the linoleum, he pat his kid's bottom and ushered them out the room.  
"Siggy, play with me!" the little rabbit insisted from the doorway as he jumped in place.  "I have another one that you can use," he said, referring to the nerf gun.  
"Sorry to rope you into this, but can you keep him occupied for a little bit?  It won't be long, I just need to boil the noodles.  He won't sit still, takes after his dad.  I'll make sure there's a special reward for you later, heheh."
I palmed the top of Ryan's head and rubbed between his ears.  "It's no trouble.  Of course I'll play with you, Ry!  Let's go."
He looked up to me with a goofy grin and grabbed my hand as he did before to take me to the living room this time.  "Yay, yay, let's play!  Daddy just bought a bunch of nerf guns and we set up an arena in there, it's really cool!"
Sure enough, the other room was made into a battlefield with the furniture disheveled.  The couch had the cushions removed and formed the walls of a bunker along with a chair and some blankets, while the coffee table had been turned over to form a wall perpendicular to the bare couch also draped with a sheet, making two distinct fortifications.  Darts were scattered everywhere along with a few toy guns of various sizes.  One of them was thrust into my hands.  "Funny how some things don't change.  I was playing these when I was your age.  Wow, that makes me sound old.  You guys went all out, huh?  How much of this did you do yourself?"
"Daddy and I each did our own sides.  This is the one I made."  He pointed to the cushion wall and hopped over the barrier.  "So you know how to use them, then?  You can take cover on that side, and I'm going to use this side."
"You did a good job on it, it'll be hard to hit you from over here," I praised as I crawled behind the couch and loaded my gun.  "I know what I'm doing, don't worry.  Or maybe you should worry that I'm such a good shot."  With that I snuck in a clear shot at his belly without warning.  I had no qualms about getting in touch with my inner child and playing these kinds of games.  Maybe I enjoyed it a little too much.  
"Hey, no fair!  I wasn't ready yet!  Hmph!" the kid yelped.  His adorably diminutive form vanished behind his cover, at least from where I was crouched down.  He popped up a moment later to catch me off guard and return fire.  
We continued to shoot at each other and crawl around the living room to vie for the better position, all the while having a blast and laughing our heads off.  The darts that were shot at us we retrieved to reload just to return to sender once more, ultimately cycling through the same set a few times before it was more or less played out.  It ended in chaos, with Ryan making a bold charge towards my base, two guns blazing.  Both of us were pelted point blank and tried to disarm the other.  We ended up tangled in blankets and wrestling on the floor with him climbing on top of me.  
Pinned beneath a cute bunny wasn't the worst place to be, so I sort of let it happen.  What was once struggle dissolved into a cuddle pile as we caught our breath.  Ryan slumped onto my chest and coiled around me.  I found myself oddly enamored by his unexpected affection, hitting me harder that time.  Perhaps I warmed up to it a little, and knowing that no one was watching, I felt comfortable enough embracing him back and massaging his back.  Still giggling, he locked his gaze with mine.  "I like playing with you.  Why don't you come over more often when I'm here?" he asked innocently.  
Since I obviously couldn't say, 'It's because your dad and I can't fuck with you around,' I thought of a more nuanced way to explain it.  After a pause, I said, "It's so your dad can focus on just you when you're here, and just me when I'm here.  You only see him every other weekend, so he wants to make the most of his time with you.  But I do like having you here, too."
"I see.  Maybe we can talk to him, so we can hang out more.  I think you're really cool, Siggy!" Ryan acclaimed.  I received another tight hug before he sat upright.  "The more the merrier, right?"
"Aw, thanks Ry!  You're such a sweet kid, you really take after daddy.  If you'd really like that, I'd be happy to talk to him about it.  Do you want to go see if the food is ready?"
"Yeah, I'll help you up," he replied, lifting his leg to get himself off of me.  
I caught a glimpse of his white briefs through the leg of his shorts and felt a pang of guilt for doing so.  It was bad enough his cute comments made my stomach flutter, I thought.  He pulled with all his might to help me on my feet, and although it wasn't of much help I appreciated the gesture.  I assured myself, at least for the time being, that I wasn't weird for finding the little guy super adorable.  There was nothing else to say about it, or so I thought.  I was spared from too much introspection by Gavin calling from the other side of the house.  
Dinner had been served and it was quite the spread that Gavin put out for us.  Napkins, silverware, and the dishes were all neatly placed.  He was a proper gentleman and pushed in both of our chairs, poured us each a drink, and grated some cheese on top of our plates.  Part of why being with him was so uplifting was how he was always generous and accommodating.  The food met the standard I've come to expect from Gavin, which is to say really satisfying.  
For the first time in ages, I was brought back to the feel of a wholesome family meal.  Ryan brought up what he mentioned to me earlier about us spending more time together.  Gavin was ecstatic to hear it.  I think he was touched that his two favorite people accepted each other.  He stared lovingly at us both for a bit as he finished his last few bites and got up to clear the table.  
"Here, I'll help wash the dishes," I offered, and collected what I was able to carry.  
"Thanks, love," he acknowledged.  "You all done, kiddo?"
"Yep!  It was delicious, Daddy!"  
"Great.  Now while Siggy and Daddy are cleaning up in the kitchen, I have a job for you to do.  We're going to need the living room put back to normal so we can watch a movie together.  Pick up all the darts and guns and put them in your room, and put the couch cushions where they belong.  Can I trust you to take care of it for me?" he instructed as he cradled a pile of dishes.  
"But our forts!  We took all that time to make 'em!" the son implored.  
"We can always remake them even better tomorrow, right?  Doesn't it sound fun to kick back on the couch with Daddy and Siggy?  Come on, I'll treat you to something if you do a good job.  We're gonna have fun, I promise," Gavin assured, sounding quite convincing.  He knew how to get his kid to behave the right way.  I'm sure it helped that Ryan was such a good little boy.  
"Okay, Daddy.  I'll do my best."
I helped carry all of the dishes to the sink and ran the water until it was nice and hot.  We worked as a team to get everything done.  A couple minutes went by and the cottontail dipped out of the room momentarily to check on his son.  He came back with a glass in hand that he walked over to me, still lathering a saucepan, and pinched my butt.  As Gavin put away the leftovers, he came over to drop a few more utensils in and hugged me from behind.  I could tell he was feeling extra frisky.  "Thank you so much for helping me clean up, and for playing with my boy.  He seems to have taken a liking to you, I'm so happy!"
"It's only fair, and I'm happy to play with him.  We had a lot of fun.  He has been sweet on me for some reason.  You seem to be eager tonight.  Are you going to be able to keep it in your pants for a whole movie?" I teased.  
"What can I say?  I've waited long enough as it is, I can't help that I have this libido!  We'll see how long I can contain myself, heheh.  Like I said, you've grown on him.  Seeing you two get along so well really puts me in a good mood, you know?" he whispered in my ear.  His body pressed against mine as he pet down my breast, belly, and finally my groin.  
At this point I was no longer washing dishes.  The way Gavin's hungry hands probed my crotch until they found my shaft was distracting to say the least.  Being the recipient of a good rub down was enough to make my shorts tighter.  "You looking for something, there?  Can I help you?  It's hard to wash dishes while you're latched onto me like this," I protested, although I clearly loved every second of it.  I reached behind to return his touch and stroked whatever fur my fingers found.
"Cut me some slack, it's not easy to find a dick as small as yours going in blind.  Even Ryan is bigger than you are, you little baby!" he jabbed in jest.  
It struck me as an odd thing to say to the extent that I couldn't simply let it go, even if it was only a hyperbolic joke to add to our usual ageplay.  His digits wiggled their way into the waist of my shorts, but I turned to look him in the eyes.  "Come on, I know I'm not that small.  Just because you're well endowed doesn't mean he's that big already... is he?  I mean even if he was, you like that I'm small.  Makes you seem even bigger by comparison."  It was my turn to grab at his bulge and lean my weight onto him.  
"You'd be surprised, it's already got some girth to it.  They might be close!  Don't worry, I still think yours is cuter so there's no need to be jealous.  You're right, I do like them small," he panted before he gave me a smooch on the brow and rustled the fur on my arms.  
"Haha, what?  You've gotta be kidding me!" I blurted as my face grew warm and I felt an unsettling energy in my chest.  I reminded myself to be quiet and tried to mask my true intent with a joking tone.  "The way you're talking it's like you think his is cute, too.  I might be a little jealous.  Are you for real?"  
A mischievous, lustful expression stared back at me for a moment before responding.  An all new side of my lover was emerging and I wasn't sure how to take it at first.  He wasn't sure how to broach it, either, and had to stop to consider how he was going to navigate this confession.  Apparently his tongue slipped and now he was caught red handed.  Being the awful liar that he was, he had little recourse but to mete out the truth as I pressed him.  "It's hard not to think that it's cute, I can't help it...You'd think so too if you saw it.  You know how cute he is!  I have enough love for two sons, though.  Or are you jealous that you haven't seen it yet?  Does it...bother you?"
I gave the rabbit a soft shove, eyes wide with disbelief.  My palms brushed the back of my head.  "Fuck, I wasn't expecting that.  Sure, I think he's a cute kid, but I never thought about it that way.  I can't believe I'm even talking about this right now.  Sure, our role playing gets a little spicy sometimes... Never thought it would go that deep, I guess.  Have you ever--?"
"Nah, I never did anything about it.  I've just enjoyed the view enough times, that much is unavoidable.  I thought it was normal to find your own kid cute, at least.  Turns out my love isn't entirely pure.  I'm guessing that since you're not running away right now that you don't think it's so bad... right?  Do you think I'm bad for thinking those things?"
"Damn.  You know, now that you're standing here telling me all this... No, I don't.  God help me, I don't think you're bad.  I know you love him more than anything in the world.  You're telling me all this now and it's just getting me more excited for tonight.  Fuck, now you're corrupting me, too," I stammered, trembling from a rush of adrenaline.  I held a palm to my forehead and leaned back against the kitchen countertop flashing a goofy smile.  "Are you telling me this so you can act out something?  I'll play along, of course."
"That sounds fun," he murmured.  My words seemed like they riled him up, as he was quick to close in on me and grope me all over before scooping me up by my rear and placing me on the counter.  He stood between my legs with his belly on my groin and rubbed up on me to the point where I was as nervous about being caught in the position as much as I was turned on.  "I was thinking something a little more naughty for tonight, though.  Only if you're down for it."
I scrambled to think what could be dirtier than role playing as someone's biological son with them, and the notion of where things were heading was frenzying.  My heart was pounding.  "What would that be?" I asked as I put my arms around his neck.  I was getting hard and my shaft was flush against his belly.  
"Well... What if the three of us got naked together and see where things go?  Or at least if you want to take a peek at him, I already get plenty," he squeaked.  It was adorable when his voice got high, it was a giveaway that he was in an especially playful and childlike mood.  He teased me by putting his hand between us and sliding it down my front to poke at my bulge.  Whatever he was doing was working on me.  
Since it was hard to tell if he was taking it another step to get me aroused or not still, or at least I had to be really sure to exclaim how into that idea I was.  It was hard to look him in the eye and I was as flushed as could be.  "Oh god, are you for real?  Does that mean, like, touching too?  You're pulling my tail, right?"
"I'm serious, I didn't want to go there without asking you.  It'd feel too much like cheating on you," Gavin said in a solemn tone.  He cupped my package, gave it a squeeze, and leaned in for a sloppy smooch on my cheek.  "We can go as far as you wanna go with it, but I don't know how he'll react yet.  He's seen me naked, of course, but that's it.  Can start by showing him your cock and see what he thinks of it; we can make one big cuddle pile and rub up on each other... He's a good boy who loves his Daddy, I bet he'll go along with it.  He likes you, too.  So what do ya say?"
I was visibly shaking a little and it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest.  All that blood was rushing to my boner, I suspect.  "I'll admit I didn't think you were actually a pedo... Had a hunch a few times, but I always wrote it off.  Are you sure you want to do this?  You don't think it'll be a problem?" I questioned meekly.  I still could not look him in the eye.  
"I had a hunch about you, too," he giggled.  "I'm really sure.  I'm his father and I'm saying it's okay for him to be exposed to these things.  He means the world to me and I want to express it in the way I know best.  It feels like I've had to hold back these feelings for so long... He's so incredibly attractive to me, Sig!  I want to be close to him physically, and I'd rather start now while he's still a little cuddle bun, y'know?  You do like it, don't you?  I can see it on your face.  You're wondering what he's packing in there?" 
His taunts made me blush harder and and laugh nervously; I was read like a book yet again.  The ample permission I was given allowed me to loosen up a little and accept the reality--that my boyfriend and I were both depraved kidfuckers and that this was really happening.  "Wow... I'm not sure what to say, but count me in.  I, uh... wouldn't mind taking a look at least," I muttered reluctantly.  
"That's it, I knew it.  You're just as much of a helplessly horny pervert as I am.  Hearing you say that is getting me so hard," Gavin growled through his teeth.  Handling me like a piece of meat, he squished my thighs and came in really close.  "I want to hear you say it again, tell me how hot you think my son is.  Tell me that you want to take out his little kiddy cock and play with it.  You want to taste him and give him a taste of yours?  Heheheheh.  Saaay it, come on."
We laughed together, although it was clear he wasn't joking.  Perhaps it was a nervous laugh on my part.   To come out and say what he wanted me to say was a barrier I wasn't prepared to cross.  For whatever reason, it felt like that was the final nail in the coffin, as if the thoughts flooding my mind weren't already damning enough.  I bit my lower lip and stared down at my feet.  "If you're sure it's okay, then... Yeah, I want to."
My answer wasn't nearly good enough for my lover, who poked me in the stomach and ribs relentlessly.  His lips puckered up for a wet, passionate kiss on mine.  "Say it, you gotta say it," he demanded.  He flicked and pinched my nipples with the hand that wasn't wrapped around me.  I swear I could smell the musk emanating from his crotch as it bounced against me.  "Tell me all your secret, perverted thoughts.  I want to hear 'em all.  Tell me what you wanna do!"
"Alright, then."  I was always a sucker for being pushed around.  I crumpled under his peer pressure.  To make absolutely sure I had no chance of being overheard for what I was about to say, I brought his head down so I could whisper directly into his flapping ears.  He looked like he was going to cream his pants any moment and stilled himself to hear me speak.  "I want him naked in my lap so I can feel his little ass on my cock.  I want to make him squirm by playing with his.  I'm just dying to see what he looks like, he's so damn cute," I went on, watching Gavin get more ravenous with each word.  
The rabbit's foot audibly tapped against the tile.  He aggressively stuck his tongue down my throat and held onto my face to pet my hair and cheeks.  If not for Ryan being only a couple rooms away, I would have bent over for him and begged him to fuck me.  Hiding that didn't seem to matter much now, but I imagined the idea was to break him in slowly.  His unbridled horniness was contagious.  Having uttered the words, I was feeling the hype as well.  "Naughty, naughty, naughty, boy!  Fuck, that's so hot.  You're so the guy for me," he panted between smooches and ran his fingers through the fur on the top of my head.  "I'm gonna make that happen for you.  I want to fuck both of you so badly.  I'll have to ease him into it, I don't want to hurt him, so you might have to take a double shift tonight."
"Only if you promise to fuck me as hard as you want to be fucking him," I added.  "So what's the plan, exactly?  Tell me how we're going to do this."  Elated as I was, my chest felt like it was about to cave in.  Anxiety and anticipation were high.  A super forbidden fantasy was about to be realized, and I wanted to revel in it.  I stood on my own two feet to find my knees were wobbly.  It occurred to me that we'd been talking a while and I still had a kitchen to clean.  
"You bet I will, son," Gavin cheered and smiled.  "I didn't really have a plan in mind other than to see where the night takes us.  Get cozy and cuddly together on the couch in our underwear, casually handsy with each other, I can push Ryan along a little with words of encouragement... If nothing else you can take your bottoms off in front of him and see how he reacts.  I promise you'll at least get to see his wiener.  I think he'll be more than happy to show off for Uncle Siggy.  Just in case he won't, I think you can steal a peek when he's getting out of the bath, or maybe later tonight when he falls asleep... The kid sleeps like a rock, I swear."
"Oh shit, that's hot," I stammered.  "I hope you're right.  I think you have the right idea, I don't want to push him into anything, either.  If we introduce him to these ideas, we can see if he bites or not.  He's already such an affectionate kid that I wouldn't be surprised if he warms up to the touching right away, heheh.  We'll just see how it goes."
"That's my boy!" Gavin announced, very proud of how things were progressing.  He gave me one last kiss for good measure and stepped away.  I think he was aware of how we lost track of time, too.  "I need to give Ry his bath, would you mind finishing up in here?  You could always pop in the bathroom with us... If not, we'll be downstairs for the movie in a little bit."
"I'll be waiting eagerly to see you both," I stated in a sickeningly sweet submissive voice.  I was beyond floored by the whole revelation.  Gavin marched out of the room to see to bath time and I went to work on the rest of the kitchen.  I could barely concentrate.  My hands were going through the motions without any input from my brain, which was all wrapped up in what could be.  
I considered how I might go about going upstairs and using some made up reason to interrupt them and catch a peek in the middle of it as he suggested.  The thought alone spiked my heartbeat and made my underwear tight.  I pushed hard down on the thick and noticeable shaft to readjust.  It was all I could do to not masturbate right then and there.  What a waste that would be, I thought to myself, hoping for the jackpot that was dangled in front of me.  With the way my heart felt, like I was about to have a heart attack, I came to the conclusion it was best to hang back for now.  "Fuck," I kept muttering too low for anyone to possibly hear.  
To pass the time while the bath was going on, I finished cleaning in the kitchen and living room, setting everything up for the movie.  I found the DVD that Gavin picked out, popped in the disc, and turned on the surround sound.  He insisted that this movie was going to be okay for little Ryan, saying that he was mature enough to handle a PG-13 comedy.  In light of recent developments, that seemed pale in comparison of what was about to go down.  None of what I was doing did anything to distract me of the taboo ideas brewing in my head.  I threw some popcorn in the microwave and put out drinks for everyone on the coffe table.  The bathroom door opened upstairs and was followed by the patter of little feet on the hardwood floor.  Butterflies swarmed inside my belly as I held my breath.  I ducked inside the downstairs bathroom for one last look over in the mirror.  "Am I really trying to look good for a kid?"
"Sig?  We're all done, you ready for the movie?" Gavin's voice came from out in the hallway.  
"I'm in the bathroom, I'll be out in a sec!" I answered, trying to mask my uneasiness.  After staring in the mirror for a few seconds, I maintained my composure and joined them in the living room.  
They were both sprawled out on the couch and looking adorable in their sleepwear.  Gavin swapped his button down and jeans for a ragged band tee for a 90s grunge group and simple gray sweatpants.  Ryan was wearing matching pajamas with graphics for a popular kid's show.  The bottoms were a solid red with different cute characters emblazoned along the length, while the shirt was red and white with a large graphic front and center featuring an outfitted canine warrior wielding a sword.  They were just the kind of pajamas I remembered wearing as a kid, and he wore them well.  He didn't miss a beat in bouncing off the couch towards me to corral me there with him.  
"Siggy, Siggy!" the little boy cheered on approach and tugged on my hand.  I didn't have a chance to sit down before the kid got sidetracked.  "Do you like my new PJs?  It's my favorite show!"  He stood with his chest puffed out and his hands at his hips to proudly show off his cute attire.  
My heart melted at the sight of it, mirroring his expression of adoration.  I glanced over at his dad, who was smirking with satisfaction knowing what he was putting in motion.  He adjusted himself briefly, likely feeling the same stirring I was down there, with the other arm resting on the back of the sofa.  I only embellished a little when I said, "They're really cool!  I had ones just like those when I was your age.  You look great in red, too.  Is that your favorite?"
"Heheh, thanks!  It is my favorite.  He's my favorite character, too!  He's the strongest and bravest of them all!" Ryan exclaimed as he swayed a bit and pointed to the warrior on his chest, obviously pleased from the compliments.  
"I can see why, he looks strong carrying that big sword around.  You'll have to show me more of it sometime, kiddo.  Do they still show these things on Saturday mornings?" 
"Yuh huh!  We can watch it together tomorrow after breakfast!  I'll tell you all about it and show you my toys!" 
Gavin's inevitably lustful mind had to take the opportunity to elevate things, even in what was a wholesome moment.  If I didn't know he was serious and urgent about it until this moment, I was about to.  "Ryan has something else that matches his PJs.  It's a whole outfit.  Go ahead and show him, bud."
Ryan understood what he meant before I did and started giggling again.  "You mean..." he trailed off.  
Compensating for his son's prudishness, if you can even call a six year old that, Gavin encouraged him again with more gusto.  "Ry's got matching briefs to go with it.  Come on, show him your undies, you're so cute in them!  It's okay to show Siggy, he's like family."
I practically winced as a quiver of anticipation reverberated through my body.  Assured by his father's words, the kid only considered it for a split second before he stuck his thumbs inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulled them down far enough for me to see his tight underoos.  They were white with a red trim, the same color scheme as the rest.  The same character was front and center on his tiny bulge.  It was the cutest, sexiest thing I've seen in my entire life.  Errant thoughts passed through of scooping him up and nuzzling into that crotch.  "They do look cute, wow," I remarked.  
The boy seemed once again elated from my compliment and pulled back up his pants.  He was already comfortable with me in a general sense, but he was also old enough to know these things are typically private.  At the same time I could tell he wasn't deterred by it.  He looked up to me inquisitively now and asked, "Are you gonna change into your PJs?"
"I, uh..." I stammered, not sure of how to respond.  It wasn't too often that I wore anything overnight when Gavin was involved.  Fortunately for me, he was already on top of it and interjected.
"Siggy just wears his shirt and underwear to bed most nights, isn't that right?" he answered with an inflection that Ryan was too young to pick up on.  It wasn't exactly dishonest either, that was my usual when sleeping alone.  
"Yeah!  Especially on hot summer nights like these, sleeping in pants gets too stuffy.  I guess if no one minds I can get a little more comfy," I admitted with new found resolve.  Part of me wanted to prove to Gavin I could play this game every bit as well as him.  Everything was going so smoothly as well, it was hard to resist testing the waters.  
"I don't mind!" Ryan piped up.  
"That's a great idea, sweetie," Gavin agreed.  "Even with the AC it's kinda humid in here.  Ryan, if you're warm you can take off your bottoms, too.  Everyone get comfy for tonight's feature.  Hurry up and join me on the couch, boys!  Let's get this movie rolling!"  The rabbit dad edged forward on the couch to grab the remote and pressed play.  He set it back down and took a long swig of his beer before settling back into the cushions, leaving plenty of room for both of us.  
I took the lead hoping it would want Ryan to do the same.  I loosened my shorts and let them fall.  He watched intently as I did, taking particular interest in my underwear.  They were a bit childish and gaudy, also being red albeit with blue bands.  My dick was getting hard feeling his eyes on my package, inflating the front every so slightly.  He didn't linger on it much longer, as he was soon to follow by ditching his bottoms.  "I like your undies, too," the kid told me, which made me all the more excited.  Gavin rubbed the seat of the couch to invite us up, and I took a spot close to him.  
Ryan opted to climb in the gap between both of us.  I shifted to give him some room, but not too much.  He was firmly sandwiched between us, our bare thighs making flush contact.  I was internally screaming with joy that I was lucky enough to experience this alone.  The fact I was pressed up against a half naked boy kept echoing in my mind.  At least sitting down it was easier to keep my erection subtle.  Gavin put his arm around both of us and we started watching the opening credits.  
My eyes were half on the movie and half on the lap sitting next to me.  The folds on the front of those precious briefs were my primary focus, although the whole view was a treat.  To my surprise, he caught me looking down at him and twisted to face me.  His expression as jovial as ever, he asked, "Did you put extra butter on the popcorn?  I'm getting hungry again already, I think I want some."  He slid off the couch to get the bowl from the coffee table.  For the instant that I saw his little ass, fabric tight to his crack and showing off his features, I was in heaven.  Before I had time to enjoy it, he was back in his seat with the giant popcorn bowl obscuring the goods.  A slight, temporary setback.  
"Of course I did, I'm not a dummy," I replied with playful snarkiness.  I dug into the bowl, too, wanting to get some before it got cold.  "This is giving me a craving for caramel popcorn.  Haven't had it in forever.  Do they still make those tins around Christmas time?"
"Hehe, caramel popcorn sounds good, can we have that next time?" Ryan asked between mouthfuls of the stuff.  
"Sure, I can make that happen.  Or maybe I can bake something.  What's your favorite dessert, Ry?"
"Mmm... Chocolate chip cookies!  No, uh, apple pie!" he answered, tripped by indecision.  
"Well, apples will be in season in a couple months.  Then I'll make you the best apple pie you've ever had.  Until then, I can definitely bake you some cookies.  Next time for sure!"
"Wow!  Thanks, Siggy, you're the best!" Ryan exclaimed and embraced me, face nestled below my shoulder.  
Our dad was quick to attest, "I'll be looking forward to that, Siggy's an excellent baker.  It's been a while since I've had it."
I stroked down the boy's ears and scratched behind his skull.  While we enjoyed each other's affection, Gavin snatched the snacks and scarfed some down.  It was short lived, however, as the rambunctious kid searched for a new position to lounge in.  He ended up laying down as if we weren't there, his head using his father's thigh as a pillow and his legs hanging across mine.  We both idly pet his precious boy and watched the movie for a bit.  Tensions were growing for both of us.  When Ryan sat up to take a drink, Gavin and I exchanged knowing glances.  
"Come here and sit on Daddy's lap, bud," he said, and I reminded myself that he didn't mean me.  He waved his son on and helped him get comfortable.  That's when he started getting really lovey-dovey on him.  It progressed gradually as we watched, blurring the line between paternal love and getting felt up by a horny guy.  At first it wasn't much, massaging of the shoulders and a kiss between the ears.  Playfully probing fingers migrated down his body and caught a feel of his breast, love handles, belly, and thighs.  He exploited Ryan's ticklish spots to send him into a fit of laughter and squirming.  The poor kiddo had no way to escape since his dad held him tightly during this.  Gavin was not without mercy, though.  A gesture of peace came in the form of a few kisses around the neck and a good full body squeeze.  "Aw, I love you so much, Ryan!"
"I love you too, Daddy!  It's so much more fun here than at home.  We get to stay up late, watch tv, eat snacks, play games, and plus Siggy's here.  Will you let me stay up late tonight?"
"I'm glad you like it here!  My favorite time is when I get to see you.  I'll let you stay up as late as you want this time, okay?  Just don't tell your mother.  We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight."  
"Yay!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  You're the best!"
"Anything for my handsome little boy," Gavin said, grabbing his son by the waist and leaning in for a big smooch on the lips.  
Ryan loved every minute of the attention he received.  He crawled up on Daddy's chest and balanced himself to return the gesture.  In doing so he was susceptible to having his impeccable ass groped with both hands, each cupped around a cheek before squishing them.  The kid thought nothing of it like they did this all the time, which was an arousing thought.  
I was unable to resist it any longer.  Since they were both occupied, it was as good a time as any to covertly touch myself.  My thumb polished my leaking tip through the fabric of my underwear as I watched on.  It was beyond adorable seeing the little guy get cozy nestled on top of the undeniable pervert I grew fond of.  I felt a tinge of jealousy also, perhaps equal parts wanting to be in Gavin's lap and wanting a flaming hot six year old in mine.  
Whether it was coincidental or he was in tune with my repressed desires, Gavin ushered his son off of his lap and closer to me so he could get up.  He yawned and did his best old man stretch.  "I gotta go pee, I'll be right back.  Why don't you go sit on Siggy's lap for a while?"
"Okay!" Ryan answered with zeal.  
His enthusiasm had my heart pumping and my rod stiffening.  He scooted his butt across the cushion and plopped himself into my lap.  The hard shaft held flat against my body by my briefs and the weight of his tush.  That sent it into a frenzy, helplessly struggling to rise against an immovable force.  I wrapped my arms around his midsection and we both got settled.  As fit as he was, there was just enough flab on the belly to palm and knead.  Just knowing I was mere inches from his package had me burning up under the surface.  I wanted it so badly, but I knew we were warming him up for the right moment.  Sitting dick-to-ass was enjoyable enough on its own, anyway.  
"Siggy?" my young companion turned to ask.  
"What is it, sweetie?"
"Will you give me a kiss, too?  Like Daddy does?"
"I'm touched that you'd ask me, bud.  I'd be happy to," I answered with sincere warmth and did exactly as he requested.  I went in for a kiss on the lips, which he puckered up and closed his eyes for.  He must have liked it a lot because he was giddy with chuckles again.  I followed Gavin's example and tickled around the midsection, my hands all over him.  He buried his face in my breast and brushed up against my chin with ears.  I held him tight until his father emerged from the hall.  
"Look at my two handsome boys getting cozy together on the couch, that's adorable!  You having fun, kiddo?" Gavin hollered on his way toward us.  He fell backwards into the sofa and sat right next to me.  Both of us received a kiss on the cheek from him.  
"I'm having tons of fun, we should do this more often.  I like cuddles from both of you!" the kid attested with certainty.  He sprawled out on both of us again, in love with all the affection being showered on him.  
We smothered him with kisses and gropes for a few minutes, and I could see that my partner in crime was poking up in his pants a little.  He stared into my eyes and I understood his gaze to say that he was ready and that I should also be.  I nodded with a devious grin.  With permission to proceed, he took action.  He went to tug down Ryan's waistband, but the boy was too keen and pulled it back up.  
The shock sent the kid scrambling off the couch to get his briefs back in order.  "Daddy!  Hey!  You were pulling on my undies!" he shouted, flustered but not upset.  "I was almost naked..."
Us adults found this hysterical, especially his dad.  "Hahaha, you don't have to be shy, Ry.  Take 'em off for us.  Siggy wants to see your cute little peepee.  You'll show him, won't you?"
"H-he does?" he responded incredulously and avoided eye contact out of embarrassment.  His legs were close together as if he suddenly felt the stares we were giving him all night.  It was unusual seeing him so bashful, but it was also undeniably precious.  "You really think it's cute?" 
"Of course it is, that's why he wants to see it.  You've got a beautiful little body.  As it should be, you're my son, eheheh.  Will you do it for your Daddy?  Please?  We'll do it too if you do," Gavin begged his son to acquiesce to his unscrupulous request.  Hearing it was almost as hot as what came next.  
Defenses softened by his father's words, the six year old bounced around with unbridled energy and excitement.  "Wellllll alright, I'll do it.  Here I go," he announced, very slowly placing his grip on the sides of his underwear.  They were pulled down just as gradually, unveiling more of his pelvic area until the base of his penis appeared.  He couldn't stop laughing through it all, nerves mounting to a brief cathartic, "Aaaaah!"  Finally, he brought them down the rest of the way so we could see the goods.  
The little rabbit's boyhood was as exquisite as I expected.  As his father teased before, its size was considerable for someone so small.  Even flaccid, at least a few inches dangled over his barely protruding balls.  While not quite adult size, there was plenty there to flop and jiggle around with every movement.  He had an exposed head to match dad's, thick and prominent.  It looked like he'd have a monster on his hands when he grew up, but I didn't have to worry about him being bigger now as Gavin joked.  As he stood there with his briefs around his ankles, he gauged both of our reactions, especially mine.  
I made a noise halfway between an exhale and a grunt, as I was enraptured by seeing that magnificent underage cock for the first time.  I stopped caring about concealing the now raging boner that pushed hard against the front of my underwear and gave it a much needed rub down.  "Oh god, it's so freaking cute!  Uughh.."
Gavin untied the drawstring of his sweatpants, pulled them down, and kicked them aside.  He pitched a tent in his white briefs even bigger than mine was.  I could smell the intoxicating mixture of sweat, pre, and urine emanating from between his legs.  "See, I told you.  He really likes it.  It's too cute not to like it.  No need to be shy," the deviant insisted.  The look in his eye told me he was turned on from checking out the chub I was sporting.  I suppose he's seen his son naked enough times before then.  
The awestruck kid showed his bashful side.  The shirt that he lifted slightly for a better view was pulled up to cover his face during a high pitched fit of snickering.  "W-wha, really?  You like my peepee that much?"  He idly played with it as he asked, unintentionally taunting us further with each wiggle.  
"It's true.  It's super cute like the rest of you, Ryan.  Thank you for showing us, that was really cool of you," I responded, encouraging the boy's boldness.  
"Yeah?  How about this?" the bunny teased me impishly and turned his back on us as he bent over.  The way his nub tail flickered above his perfectly formed butt pushed me closer to the edge.  I was sure that my self-control was running thin at this point.  He turned back around to see my jaw dropped.  While he seemed like that small encouragement was sufficient to quell his stage-fright, I continued reeling from overstimulation.  
"That's cute, too," I confessed without pause.  I squeezed my cockhead so it would glide under my foreskin.  I was getting antsy now, in need of release.  "You getting back on the couch with us?  I want a better look at you."
"Yeah, get up here between us," Dad concurred.  
"Okay, but you said you'd take yours off, too!"  The kid gleefully did as he was told and hopped up on the sofa like the energetic bunny he was.  We collectively eyed each other's crotches.  
I waited until Ryan's attention was on me and tugged down the front of my waistband.  I wanted him to see the way my boner popped out of its cotton prison, bobbing a few times before settling.  He watched in awe as I stroked from my taint to my tip, having never seen an uncut cock in his short life.  His dad ditched his own underwear and masturbated furiously to this novel experience.  Once again, since they had already seen each other naked what I'm sure was countless times, Ryan was more interested in mine.  Curious to see how he'd react, I sat back and let him take in the sight of an older man's arousal.   
"Wow, Siggy!  Yours looks different than mine and Daddy's, what's that?" the boy inquired, referring to the excess skin dangling off the end.  There was a lot of it to cover my head even when I was erect.  His fascination with it was too fucking hot.  
"That's my foreskin," I answered.  "It's just to cover up and protect the tip, but it works just like yours otherwise.  Underneath it's the same, see?"  As I gave the explanation, I demonstrated by retracting it and displaying a moist, glistening head.  Then, I let it sink back under the folds of flesh.  To exhibit its elasticity, I stretched the end of it taut a good inch or so past the tip.  Since he seemed positively giddy and Gavin was happy to watch this all develop, I put my arms behind my head and voiced my proposition.  "You can play with it if you want, it won't hurt or anything."
Ryan was overcome with giggles and I noticed that he was getting a little hard.  I was eager to witness his full length and shape, but all in due time I told myself.  "Heheh, I like the way it looks.  If you say it's okay, then I'll touch it," he professed as he leaned his weight into me and reached for my pulsing hot length.  Tiny fingers probed up and down my shaft, pushing and prodding the pliable meat that twitched with every provocation.  They worked their way up to my head and poked at the extra soft flesh.  It was swirled around and softly stretched under the pressure of his thumb and pointer finger.  
The forbidden touch of a first grader on my cock was almost too much to bear.  It rendered me near catatonic, just squirming in my seat and moaning under my breath.  When he stuck a digit down inside and tickled my sensitive glans, I nearly lost it.  A prolonged groan escaped my lungs and I shuddered. 
Out of concern, the kid stopped to check on me.  "You okay, Siggy?  You're acting kinda funny."
"Oh, yeah," I assured.  "It feels good when you do it, Ry, keep going."
Encouraged by my words, Ryan was a little more adventurous in his groping.  There was more force and deliberation behind it.  At times he tried to mimic the jerking motion he saw us both do, albeit an awkward and janky facsimile.  Rather than diminish the pleasure, the fact that it was a completely green little kid fumbling with an oversized adult dick without having any idea of what he was doing made it such an incredible thing to be on the receiving end of.  All I could manage was to melt into the couch and ride out the bliss.  espite only arrived because Gavin distracted his son by molesting their rising cock and undeveloped balls, his own girth throbbing at full mast in a way that seldom happened.  
"W-whoa, Daddy!"  Ryan clearly loved being groped inappropriately and shifted his weight onto his Daddy as he grappled the arm that wasn't tending to his boy bits.  "Ooooh," he cooed.  
I gave my desperate child-loving erection some much needed love and enjoyed the show.  Not for long, however, as I wanted in on the fun.  That pristine and sexy six year old cock called out to me.  I wriggled my way closer to mold my body around his, my hardness pressed up against his thigh, and joined in on the molesting.  Forming a child sandwich, my boyfriend and I put our hands all over him.  We took turns playing with his little erection, the holy grail that I yearned for since the start of the night, and it was everything I hoped for.  So small and cute, it only called for two adult digits to stroke and jerk it.  I nuzzled him and kissed all over his face.  We absolutely smothered him in unbridled lust and affection.  
Gavin felt the need to confirm his little one's comfort, which was warranted and wholesome.  There was a brief reprieve offered from the onslaught of pedophilic handling.  "How was that, Ry?  Does it feel nice to be touched on your cute little peepee?"
In a partial daze, the kid nodded and gave us both a hug.  "Yuh huh, it feels really good.  Can you do it some more, Daddy?  And Siggy... Can Siggy be Daddy, too?"
"Of course, kiddo, I'd be honored.  We're really glad you like it," I said with a quick smooch.  I was really feeling the love, as I'm sure we all were.  His sweetness was really getting to me and melting my heart.  It was no wonder why Dad wanted him so badly.  
"You're the cutest and best son a dad could ask for, Ry.  I love you so, so much.  For being such a good boy, I have a special treat for you."
"Mmm, what kind of treat?  Dessert?" the boy guessed with endearing innocence.  He batted at both of our boners to see them wobble.  
"No, something even better than that, you'll see.  Just lean back and enjoy," Gavin instructed as he guided his son into a reclining position, massaging their chest.  Tiny boyhood gripped between his fingers at the base, he leaned down towards it.  My heart skipped a beat seeing his tongue extend and lap lovingly at the opening.  Our toy instantly recoiled his hips and exhaled.  That first grader cock looked better than ever bulging hard and moist with an unscrupulous pervert's saliva.  The writhing tongue coiled around the length and slathered its surface area until it disappeared into Dad's voracious maw. 
"Fuck, that's so hot," I panted while pumping hard into my firm fist.  "I'm so hard right now, I've never been more turned on in my life."  
Always one to cater to my needs, my lover heard my gushing and gave me a turn.  The kiddy boner popped out of his mouth and flopped to the side.  As soon as he made way for me, I jumped on it and began to lick.  It turned out that forbidden fruit tasted better.  I lost myself in sucking him and reveled in how I could slurp his entire package and fit it inside my mouth.  During my relentless sampling of the kid's body, Gavin held their ankles up high and rotated them ninety degrees towards me.  I let out a primal vocalization in my fervor.  My attention drifted lower on the boy's nethers.  His balls, then his taint, then his tight virgin butthole.  I gave it a loving smooch before I slipped the tongue, causing him to laugh hysterically and squirm.  I lapped away at his hole some more, loving every second of it.  I could have gone all night doing that, but it was cut short.  
"Stop, stop!  It tickles!  Hahaha!" Ryan begged, out of breath from the burst of laughter.  I let him free and so did his father.  "Siggy!" he admonished me.  "You... you licked my butt!?  Why'd you do that?"  
"Well, how did it feel?" I asked.  
The rabbit thought about it a moment, then answered, "Hmm...It was funny feeling, like slimy, but I kinda liked it."
"We do these things because we want to make each other feel good.  And because it's fun for us to play with each other's bodies," I tried to explain with utter sincerity.  "You're incredibly cute, so your body is fun to touch and taste, see?"  I demonstrated by wiggling his penis.  
"Oh!"  Ryan giggled, a little embarrassed.  "Daddy and Siggy are cute, too.  I want both of you to feel really good!  You were right, Daddy, this is lots of fun!  What can we do next?"
The man of the house waved his drooling wood from side to side like a pendulum for us to see.  "Go ahead and give it a try, son.  Just lick and suck on it and you'll make Daddy very happy.  Smells nice, doesn't it?  It tastes even better."  His not-so-subtle nudging was simple but effective.  He coaxed the boy over and pet between their ears again.  
"Well, okay.  I can at least try!" Ryan announced as he went to work on his Dad's rod.  His petite hands handling a much larger dick was truly something to behold.  I had to take it easy on myself to avoid blowing my load before the right moment.  He stuck out his tongue far to test the waters, only making brief contact on Gavin's musky flesh to make an analysis.  Once he determined it wasn't bad like he expected private parts to be, so began the smooches, messy lip smacking, and taunting slurps.  I could tell he really had fun going a little wild with it.  He impressed us both by fitting the head inside his muzzle and giving it a good suck.  
Of course, the sight of this gave me the obligatory urge to take part in it.  I pulled my legs up on the couch to kneel, cock bobbing as a I shuffled close to where the action was.  My glistening tip inadvertently smeared against the boy's cheek as I brought it into his field of view.  At first, he alternated licking the two us until Gavin ceded child blowjob rights to me and pulled away.  As much as I yearned to facefuck that little angel, all I did was give him pats of encouragement and whispered what a good job he was doing.  He drove me crazy by flicking my foreskin with his tongue and delving inside as he had with his finger earlier.  I was dazed and panting heavily, ready to burst at any moment.  
Meanwhile, Gavin groped his son's undercarriage and got up on the couch right behind him.  His manhood was as stiff as possible, holding itself high and looming over that virgin behind.  He manhandled the boy's bottom half to reposition for easy grinding.  Slowly and deliberately his length wedged itself in the crevice between the cheeks to slide up and down with increasing fervor.  Partway through, Ryan stopped to see what was going on back there.  He was loving the feeling of his father's warmth pressed up against him and provided some resistance with his little tush also raised.  They met each other's gazes with happy, loving smiles.  
"That's so hot, damn.  I don't know how much longer I can hold it, Gav," I told him through gritted teeth.  I edged myself, careful to pause frequently.  This was too incredible to waste it the normal way.  
"I know, babe.  Can't help it being around such a sexy little boy, can we?  We'll have to take care of that.  I just might need something warm to be inside soon, too."  Gavin pulled away again, probably for the same reason as me.  Veins were popping and his head was dripping.  "What will it be, Siggy?"
"I want what you're having!" 
"Good choice, heh.  It feels amazing."
Ryan was quiet for much of our dirty talk, taking in all the unfamiliar phrases with an open mind and knowing full well we were delighted by his body.  "What's that, Siggy?  You want to touch my butt with your peepee, too?"
"You bet I do, cutie!  Come over here, in my lap again.  You have such a cute butt, gosh!" I exclaimed, giving it a firm squish on his way over to me.  His dad helped lift him up into my lap so that everything would line up nicely.  I held the boy tight and pushed my hips up into him, caressing his kiddy boner as I did.  He was light enough for me to lift and bounce on my dick as I grinded into him.  Acknowledging how small and vulnerable the thing in my lap was had me reeling and lightheaded.  If I thought he could handle it, I would have fucked his underage ass right then and there.  Instead, I thought of a suitable alternative.  Raising the kid slightly higher into my lap allowed me to stick my erection between his thighs, making delectable contact with our bits.  I held his thighs tight around my shaft and pumped into them.  
"That's right, Siggy, go for it!  Give in to your twisted desires and cum hard for me!"
The words of encouragement were more than enough to push me over the edge instantly.  An incoherent shout escaped my throat as I erupted with a hot sticky mess all over Ryan's legs, privates, and belly.  It caught him off guard, of course, having never seen an ejaculation prior.  
"W-wha?  Siggy?  What is this stuff?" he asked, poking at a patch of it and letting the viscous substance drip off his fingertip.  
Gavin stepped in for me while I caught my breath.  "Cum!  That's what happens to adult peepees when they feel really, really good!  And it feels really good to rub them on cute little boy butt!  Here, I'll clean some of this up."  He went in for a quick lick of the stuff off his son's lap before he reached for his sweatpants to use as makeshift towel.  
Ryan reclined in my chest and I gave him a peck on the cheek.  "Are you gonna make the white stuff, too, Daddy?"
"Yes, it's Daddy's turn.  But I'll need you to get off of Siggy for me."
"Okay!" the kid dutifully responded and hopped off the couch in favor of the adjacent armchair, bouncy and hyper.  
"What will you have me do, then?"
"All you need to do is lay down and be my perfect pervert boyfriend so I can fuck you silly," the rabbit urged with conviction.  
I started to put my legs up on the sofa to get comfortable, but my partner wasn't keen on waiting any longer.  He handled me about as easily as he did the six year old, albeit with no reservations with being a little rough about it.  My calves were grappled and hoisted up to grant access to my hole, which was promptly made slick with a hearty slurp.  I helped by holding my legs for him so he could line up his tip and push it in.  I was glad that I was able to see his expression.  You'd think I'd be jealous knowing he was thinking of his son's ass, but I just thought it was hot.  "I can't believe you're going to do this with him watching us," I said.
"My sweet boy, I'm doing this because I want him to watch what real love making looks like."
As soon as he professed his dirty intentions, he pushed his cock all the way inside me.  It amped up faster than usual.  He humped harder and harder, the slapping of his flesh against mine growing louder.  We both moaned with intense pleasure.  The kid approached for a better angle of the action, his jaw dropped in awe.  Gavin's grip dug into my skin as he pounded away.  Within a minute or two, it didn't take long, he growled as he made one final push to the hilt and sprayed his seed deep inside me.  Semen spilled onto the cushions as he pulled out and slumped into the far side.  I was trembling like a leaf in the wind in the aftermath, thoroughly spent and fulfilled.
"Gosh, that was unbelievable," I sighed.
"You'd better believe it, because we'll be doing that a lot from now on," Gavin proudly announced.  
Ryan rejoined us on the couch and snuggled between us.  "That looks like fun, can I try too?"
My boyfriend and I exchanged extremely satisfied glances and merged on the boy to smother him with affection yet again.  It was quite the cozy happy family we formed.  Gavin put his arms around both of us and trapped us in a bear hug.  "You'll get your chance to try it, kiddo.  We'll be doing this as often as we can."