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Author: Entropico
Title: [ENT] Dad Son Exchange Club
Summary: How I sent my son to a pedophile.
Keywords: Mb10, inc, ped

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I lay on the hotel bed admiring my son's naked body. He was a real
pedophile dream. Petite and slim, a little short for his ten years.
His blonde hair was delicately falling to his boyish neck. Not 
knowing I was watching him, Boris was watching a softcore porn
movie on his tablet, clearly immersed in the scene. I glanced over
his arm. An older guy was molesting a kid, jerking him slowly and
caressing his butt. The boy was far younger than my son, clearly
not sure if he liked those advances. I wondered if Boris was more
attached to the act or to the erotic sensations of this boy. Did he
put himself in his position? Did it bring some memories?

I moved my hand to his back and touched it. Boris's body was silky
and fresh. I leaned to him and kissed this very special place where
his back fall down forming two sexiest globes in the world, deeply
inhaling the scent of my boy. The most erotic aroma in the world.
There is nothing more arousing for me than a fragrance of
a young, willing body. My hand lowered and sunk between my
son's firm buttocks. Feeling warm grasp of his asscheeks sent
a thrill down my spine. My finger delicately found the way and
gently moved between Boris' round buttocks.  I hit the target
and slowly massaged his tiny rosebud. I pressed a little, just
to feel the subtle resistance of his anus. Borisą muscles
tightened. I moved my finger around in small circles, to ease
him. Then I pressed a little more, this time pushing my
way a little inside.

Boris' lost focus on the movie and lowered his head. His breathing
became heavier. His ass moved upwards a little in a innocent
yet provocative invitation. He was acting instinctively, like
a female cat in heat. I smiled to myself. We both knew what
we wanted. My dick was already hard, aching and begging
for the attention. But I also knew this evening it would not be me
who will use this lovely boy.

"Son, we must get ready. Its almost 8 PM", I whispered, trying
to control myself.

"Dad, please... cant you stick it inside just for a moment?",
he moaned.

"My boy... I want it more than you. But tonight you are
on a visit, remember? Maybe you will get more fun from
this guy who is waiting for your sweet ass."

"Dad, I prefer to be loved by you...", he whispered words every
dad would like to hear. His ass raised again, tempting me
and provoking. I almost surrender to this, but somehow
I regained my senses.

"Honeybun, I know. But I will be waiting here for you. Tomorrow
morning we both will stay in bed together till lunch. We will
be watching films, eating and fucking. I promise. But now
lets prepare."

I got up from the bed. Boris sighed and sat straight. His lovely
face suddenly appeared just before my swollen cock.
A cheerful light sparkled in my son's eyes. Before I could
react he grasped me and moved towards his greedy lips.
The purple head of my rod touched his face. I moaned
when he engulfed my dick in warm wetness of his mouth.

It took all of my strength of will to withdraw.

"You little rascal", I smiled, "You know how to tease your old
dad, eh? But not this time. I bet you will get your hot ass
busy quite soon"

Boris stood up and tried to look resentful. However, we both
knew we both like those events. After all, caring is sharing.
This time I would be sharing my son. Or actually, giving him.
In one of the nearby rooms in this hotel one horny pedophile
was preparing for his visit. I did not know him, but he was
a safe contact. I was pretty sure this was no police trap,
but a fellow member of Dad-Son Exchange Club. This ring
was established by some really smart guys from The Programme
- a heavy funded, secret and exclusive organisation of people of...
special needs and tastes (a note to readers: if you are interested
in this thread, check other stories at:
---------->www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Entropico).

"How old this uncle is", Boris asked.

"Forty five, I guess"

"Gosh, he is older than you, dad"

"Dont you like that?", I laughed, "I thought you liked the last
one. And he was almost sixty."

"I do", Boris said seriously, "The younger uncles are sometimes
too rough. Older men are nice and smooth. And they do like to
blow me. And kiss a lot. And they prefer to cum in my bum, not
on my face."

"Ok, so lets prepare your butt. If your new uncle would want
a quickie, he wont hurt you"

I took a KY lube and asked Boris to lean against the table. 
He obeyed happily, presenting his bare buttocks to me.
In a most sexy way. Damn, he wriggled his ass in so provocative
gesture, I almost lost my control. All my body cried: take him,
use him, fuck him. Stick your dick in his hot ass where
it belongs and fill him with your daddy cream. However,
I regained my will. I spilled some lube on my fingers and
delicately put it to the hot rosebud of my son's ass. He moaned
deeply. I saw his hand grasping his little pecker.

"Boris, dont jerk!", I remained harshly, "You will do it, on your
uncle's demand."

"Dad, I have to cum...", he begged.

"Not now, son. You will cum soon. Just let me lube your
sweet cunny. I bet it will draw attention of some fat, meaty
dick very soon"

I gently grabbed his hand and put it on the table, leaving
the tiny cock alone and throbbing. Then, I put some more jelly
on Boris' ass. As a caring and loving father, I put it just
on a pulsing opening and smoothly pressed it in. I felt my
son's body thrilling when my finger went in. Then, I added
some more KY. I wanted my son to be properly fucked.
And I wanted his tight ass to welcome the unknown cock
with hot, slippery grasp.

Finally, he was properly prepared. I knelt before him
 and looked in his eyes.

"Son, you are perfect. Damn, I envy this guy who will fuck
you now. Now, be a good boy and make me proud. Service 
this uncle, make him moan, make him happy. And in the
morning, go back here and tell me everything. I promise,
I will do much more with you. Love you, cub."

He said nothing, but kissed me and hugged tightly. His tiny
dicklet stood hard and pressed against me. I was the luckiest
dad on Earth.

Finally, we wore our clothes. I choose casual jacket and jeans
trousers, while Boris got sexy white cotton panties (there is no
better underwear for a sexy ten years old!), trousers and a white
shirt. He did look as a kid. A perfect pedophile prey, just a boy
taken from a school. And his ass was more than ready
to serve an adult male. A proper task for a boy of his age. 

I gave my boy a spare room keycard and we went outside.
The uncle's room was located just around the nearest corner.
Boris was clearly excited and looking forward to his date.
I smiled to myself, feeling proud of my parental skills. I have
raised a really good son. Finally, we reached our destination
and I knocked at the door.

"Dad, do you know this new uncle?", Boris asked suddenly.

"No. I only exchanged emails with him"

"So, he might be...", Boris started but did not complete. The
door opened.

The guy was rather short, around 40 years old. He also grew
a potbelly. He was not fat, he just had a belly. He was wearing 
a white dressing gown. My first thought was that he was naked
underneath. Under this tiny cloth there was a fat, thick cock.
Probably hard right now. Glistening with precum. Ready to test
my boy's holes. All of them. Looking at the man I was pretty sure
that he was horny as a goat. His balls must be heavy from cum,
that would surely be deposited in Boris' ass. Soon.

The man had a glass of whisky in his hand. Well, he would really
looked like a pedophile cliche, but his face was somehow handsome.
He could be a middleage manager or a CEO. A man of position
and manners. He greeted us with a smile.

"Name's John. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Alex. And this is my son, Boris."

He looked at my boy. His eyes beamed a clear shine of desire.
I knew this look so well. 

"Hi Boris. What a handsome boy we have here."

"Hi uncle John. Its is nice to meet you"

The man looked at me and our eyes met. We both new why
I led my son here. We both share the same dark desires. This
time it was my turn to offer my boy. Dad-Son Exchange Club rule.
Caring is sharing. I wondered if the man's tool was already
dripping precum. Mine was.

"Will you join us?", he asked.

"No, thanks. I bet you will enjoy your time together", I grinned.

"Well, I think we would. I will take good care of him", he returned
a smile.

"So, I think this is the time I leave you, Boris", I patted my 
son, "I am sure you will have fun, both of you"

John's wide grin revealed that he also had the same feeling. 
My son went inside. Like a lamb entering a wolf's cave.

"Man, your boy is cute as a hell", John murmured.

I smiled, proud of this words. I knew my son is a pure
pedophile's dream. Mine, too, actually.

"So go and get him, stud", I whispered, "The whole night is yours".

He smiled.

I turned and headed towards my room. I heard door closing.
Did John rushed to my boy at once? Was he kissing him right now?
Was he impatiently taking my son's shirt off? Was his hand
seeking for my boy's dick? I felt a rush of desire flowing my body.
Or maybe John was a patient predator. He could ask Boris
to sit on the bed. Maybe he would show him a video game?
Or give him a drink to loosen him up? He would then massage
my son's arms... gently kiss his neck. And then, he would sneak
his hand into boy's pants. 

Feeling horny as a hell I reached my room. I poured a big glass
of whisky and drunk it. Then I sighed. This would be a lone
night for me and a fucking great one for John. Feeling the first 
waves of alcohol warming me, I went to bathroom. I got rid
of my clothes and set free my aching dick. Damn, it is I who
should be fucking Boris now! I touched my cock and gave him
a nice squeeze. I wanted to cum so badly. But I also wanted
to flood Boris' ass in the morning. The sight of my cum leaking
from his rosebud is so sexy...

I looked to the mirror and smiled to myself. Then I looked
again and thought: "What a monster I am? Not only I am having
sex with my own son, but I just sent him to a pedophile like me. 
A man who I even do not know! And I am fucking horny
about that. The idea that in a nearby room this guy is now
probably putting his fat dick in Boris's mouth makes my dick
hard as a steel rod. 

Taking a bath I tried not to touch myself, because I was a on
a verge of cumming. Visions of what was happening in a nearby
room flown through my mind. Was John now entering my boy's hole?
Or maybe he opened his dressing gown and pulled Boris's head
to his sticking cock? Or maybe he preferred a handjob? No, it must
have been anal. Boris' ass was intoxicating. No adult pedophile
could resist it. Fuck! I almost came without touching myself!

I jumped out of the shower, and took a bottle. There is only 
one way I could postpone my desire to jerk. To get drunk and
go to sleep. I looked at me hard tool.

"Sorry, pal. Today is no handjob. Rest now. I promise you will 
get your reward early morning."

I took another glass of alcohol and headed to bed.




I woke up by hearing the opening of the doors. It must have been
Boris. I tried to pretend that I was still sleeping, but he did not
give me a chance. He jumped out of his pants and shirt and
jumped on our bed wearing only those sexy white panties.

"Hi dad! Wake up! Its morning!", he shouted, "Dont waste the day"

"Okaaaay", I murmured, "But where is my boy's morning kiss?"

He climbed to me and kissed my lips passionately. I felt salty
taste on his mouth. Damn! He have just made a blowjob to
his lover. The taste was intoxicating. Believe me, there is nothing 
better than to find a sperm of a potent adult male on your son's
lips in the morning... My little rascal knew how to wake me.

"How is he", I asked.

"Nice. Sexy. I like him", Boris answered with clear joy in his eyes.
"He did me five times in the night. And he enjoyed my licking.
His dick smells nice."

"Did you blow him before leaving?"

"Yes, dad. Can't you feel that? I thought you will taste his cum..."

"Damn yes. I can taste it, boy", I laughed, "Did you enjoy this?"

"Mmmm... a lot, dad", my boy smiled, "I like him. And he also
 blown me a few times. But he preferred to fuck me."

"How", I asked, almost not controlling myself, "How did he fuck you"

"First time he took me in bed. He was nice and delicate. He removed
my pants, kissed me and told me that I have the cutest ass he
ever seen. Then he moved around and started to kiss my back..."

"My boy..." I moved my hand to Boris' hair.

"The four other times were more rough. And we were watching movies.
Good ones. You would like them. There were men and dogs. Would
you buy me a dog? They have red cocks, you now. And shiny.
I would like to blow one.", Boris answered, "In the morning,
when I was sleeping, he woke up and took me again. He was even
more rough. He just pulled me to his body, moved his dick to my
bottom and rammed me. This was rough... Rough but fine. He was
so manly... Like he not making live but breeding me. Like those
dogs in a movie."

That was enough for me. I violently pushed Boris on the bed
and raised myself over his petite body. My son looked directly
in my eyes and knew what is coming next. He also wanted
that. We both needed it. He moved to his knees and presented 
his boyish rump to me. 

With a deep groan I positioned behind him, catching a bottle
of KY. I could not resist my urge. I smeared some jelly on my
tool and leaned to my boy. 

"Prepare son. Prepare for breeding. Dad is gonna fuck you now
and fill your cunt with his seed.", I growled.

He just lowered his head and pushed back his hips. That was
enough for me. I placed my cock directly on his tiny rosebud
and pressed into the warm tunnel. Slowly I passed the tight 
gate and went in. I felt Boris rigorously jerking his small
dick beneath me.

"Can you feel it, son? Can you feel me inside?", I growled
again, ramming his young ass. He only gasped. I saw his little
hand grasping a sheet. 

I could not make it long. I waited too long. The warmth and
tightness of my sons' cunt was making me crazy. I only managed
to make a few pushes when my orgasm fell unto me. With a loud
moan I filled his ass with my hot seed. I grabbed my kid tightly
and basked in the moment, sending spurt after spurt into his
body. Wave after wave my swimmers flooded my boy's love channel.

Finally, I collapsed and fell on the bed. My dick slipped out with
a loud "plop". The view was magnificent. Thick ropes of cum
leaked slowly from Boris' ass. He turned to my with lust glowing
in his eyes. He knelt in from of me and reached for my dick. With
a happy smile he stared directly at me and lowered his head, 
slowly opening his lips and engulfing me inside. Waves of pleasure
rushed through my body. I loved this postorgasmic moment, 
when Boris was taking care of my penis. Like a playing puppy
he gently liked my cock, slowly slurping last drops of cum. 
Then he pulled me totally in hot cave of his mouth. 

His hand stopped jerking furiously his small dick. He did not reach
his own orgasm, but after a long night of constant fucking with
John he was not able to came so quickly. Even youths have
their limits.

I reached, for him and we spooned. I hugged my sexy boy tightly.
I felt so proud of him. He was my precious and now I have marked
him again with my own cum. That was a good morning.

"Love you dad", I managed to hear his soft voice just before
falling asleep.

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