I hate drug dealers. I now live in a state where pot is legal, thank Christ, but before that it was such a pain in the ass every time I needed to buy weed. Their time is their own, so they're always sleeping during the day, or else out disc golfing halfway across the state, or some other such nonsense that makes them impossible to pin down. Then, when you go over to their place to actually buy, it's always dark and kinda grimy, with pot crumbs sprinkled over every flat surface, five dogs with no boundaries wandering around, or else a pet bird squawking away in the back.

Then, of course, there's always the ritual of hanging out for the next 20 minutes or whatever to smoke out and pretend we're friends, when really I'm just counting down the minutes till I can get the fuck out of there, without seeming like an asshole. It's exhausting, and not a month goes by that I'm not thrilled to be able to just walk in to any number of pot shops and stock up without the added hassle of drug dealer bullshittery.

Of all the drug dealers I've known in my life, Griffin was by far my favorite, though it had little to do with him personally. Griffin was actually his last name, but I guess he didn't much care for the name Tom, so he always went by just Griffin. He was white, about 5'9", with a thin build, fairly toned. He had short, brown hair, but had recently bleached it blond. He was allergic to sleeves, most often wearing just a white wife-beater, usually paired with gray sweatpants. He was only 23, and he was a drug dealer, so I guess he could be forgiven for trying to rock the early-2000s Eminem look, albeit about a decade too late. If I'm honest, he kinda pulled it off; he was not bad to look at.

I, on the other hand, fancied myself a very handsome, sophisticated 27-year-old, light-skinned black man, 5'11", 195 lbs [1.80m, 88kg]. I had a medium build, solid without being overly muscly. I worked in an office with stodgy, professional types, so I kept my hair closely shaved. My name is Darius. I identify as bisexual, but most of my relations have been with men, or boys when I was much younger.

Griffin was not cool by any stretch. In fact, he was just as much a shitbag as any of the other dealers I'd had over the years. His living room set up was kind of ridiculous. An enormously oversized three-cushion sofa, with recliners on both ends, took up most of the space. He had two good-sized TVs in his living room, side by side, so that he could watch one and play video games on the other. His speaker setup allowed him to switch back and forth between the two audio sources, or play both at once. As a result, nearly the entire surface of his too-small coffee table was covered in pot crumbs, some scattered marijuana paraphernalia, and about a dozen assorted electronics controllers.

As ridiculous as his living room setup was, the weirdest part was that while one TV was usually on whatever video game he was playing, or sometimes a football or basketball game, the other TV was 100% of all the time showing pornography. Nothing wildly exotic; just regular straight porn, usually like college-aged or "barely legal" type shit. But, he had his computer connected to the TV, and it was just always streaming porn, night or day, every time I went over there.

At first, it felt pretty uncomfortable, but he was never like jerking off or anything. He never even popped a boner, which would be noticeable since he usually wore sweatpants. He just seemed to really like having porn on all the time. So, I'd go over there and make my purchase. Then, we would sit on the couch passing a fat J back and forth while he played video games, and I just sat there splitting my attention between the game on one screen, and two or three people fucking on the other. After a while, it didn't even faze me anymore.

Fast-forward several months, and I was getting ready to head to the beach with some buds for a few days, and I realized too late that I didn't have enough weed to last the long weekend. So, it was already after 9pm, but I hit up Griffin anyway, and magically, he was actually home and gave me the OK to come by to stock up. I'd worked out earlier, and was in for the evening just packing for the trip, so I was wearing just a pair of blue track pants and nothing else. I didn't want to bother putting on proper clothes – hell, Griffin was most likely in his standard uniform of a wife-beater and sweats, anyway – so, I just put on some flip-flops and a dark green hooded jacket, and headed over.

Griffin lives a ways away, and I had to hit up the ATM along the way, so it was almost 10pm by the time I got there. But, true to form, when I showed up Griffin was sitting there on the couch in his gray sweats and white wife-beater, chilling out, and playing video games while some Asian girl (who must have been over 18, but sure didn't look it) got spit-roasted by a couple of hot white dudes on the other TV. My stuff was already bagged and sitting there on the coffee table, so I plunked down the cash I'd withdrawn and stuffed the weed into my pocket.

"Hey, why don't you roll up a doobie and hang out for a bit?" he said, pointing to the rolling papers and grinder filled with flower sitting on the coffee table among the myriad remotes. Sighing internally, I resigned myself to being here for a while, and set about rolling a joint for us.

We sat there smoking and bullshitting for a couple minutes as he played some shooter game on Xbox, while a new video of the same Asian girl (god, she looked young!) getting plowed from behind by a much older man played on the screen next to it. Even though I still had more packing to do for my trip, I was now starting to feel the buzz, so I didn't care all that much at the moment.

Suddenly, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over. I was completely shocked to see a little boy emerging from the hallway leading to the bedrooms! He looked like he was about 6 years old, with medium-length, light-brown hair, and was wearing as a nightshirt that I guessed to be one of Griffin's sleeveless t-shirts that went down to his knees.

"Daddy, I can't sleep," the boy said, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the relative brightness of the dual TV screens.

"Aw, I'm sorry, buddy. Do you wanna sit with Daddy for a while?" Griffin asked.

"Yeah," the boy said as he climbed up onto Griffin's lap and leaned back, letting his dad's arms encircle him and rejoin to hold the game controller again.

"Little man, this is my friend, Darius. Darius, this is my son, Caden," said Griffin, nonchalantly. "Can you say hi to Darius, little buddy?"

"Hi Darris," he said, politely.

"Hi Caden," I said, somewhat stunned, and not bothering to correct his mispronunciation.

This was wild! I had no idea this dude even had a kid, let alone a 6 year-old?! I would later find out that Griffin had had a sexual relationship with one of his teachers in high school, and ended up knocking her up when he was 16. They kept it real quiet, and she pretended the father just wasn't in the picture, so there was no scandal or anything. When he moved out at 18, they began sharing informal custody, even though they weren't together at that point.

I suddenly became really paranoid about the porn on the screen with a little boy in the room, but Griffin didn't seem much fussed about it.

"You wanna watch some SpongeBob, little man?" Griffin asked his son.

"Yeah," he replied, meekly.

"Ok, buddy," Griffin said.

I fully expected Griffin to finally turn off the porn, but instead he closed his game and loaded up an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants from his Xbox's hard drive, and just left the porn playing with his son in the room!

Griffin indicated for me to pass the joint that I'd forgotten was still lit and burning away uselessly between my fingers. I took another deep drag to help calm my nerves, and then passed it to him to finish off. Not content with the roach, he reached over and took a big hit off the pipe that was sitting next to him on the side table. He then put the pipe back and again wrapped his arms around his son, embracing him affectionately as he leaned his head back to relax.

Now calmer and fully blazed, I too leaned my head back. Previously distracted by the video game, I now let my attention drift more steadily to the screen nearer me, where another girl of dubious adulthood sucked on the cock of a boy of equally suspicious youth, while a man who looked like he could be the boy's father ate out the girl's pussy. Unthinking, I let my hand drift to my dick, but stopped myself before I got a boner, remembering where I was.

I looked over, panicked, to see if Griffin noticed me groping myself. I only had a fraction of a second's relief that he hadn't seen me before I realized what I was seeing. While Caden leaned back against Griffin's chest, one of Griffin's hands was rubbing the boy's chest, and the other appeared to be playing with the boy's penis through his nightshirt!

I watched, transfixed, for several minutes as he continued groping him absentmindedly. Suddenly, Griffin seemed to have a similar realization of his surroundings, and yanked his hand back toward his stomach. He turned to take a side-glance at me to see if I noticed, and then confirmed it by turning his head more to look directly at me watching him. He gave a nervous smile, which seemed to be morphing into a look of dread, as he took in the shocked look on my face.

Griffin looked like he was just about to say something by way of explanation or excuse, when his eyes darted to something else. He looked again at me, and a relieved smile formed as he returned his gaze to what had caught his attention. Looking down in the direction of his gaze, I realized that I had been unconsciously rubbing my own dick, which was now forming an obscene tent in my track pants. I've always harbored an attraction to young boys, going back to my first sexual experiences with a younger neighbor boy when I was 9. I'd suppressed those feelings starting in high school, when I knew I could no longer get away with hanging around boys without drawing attention, but I still think back on those early experiences occasionally when I'm jerking off.

Griffin and I shared one more look between us, this one a look of relieved understanding, before he returned his attention to his young son, continuing to caress the boy's chest with one hand, while his other hand returned to rubbing his little cocklet more aggressively through the cotton of his nightshirt. I casually fondled my hard penis as I watched Caden begin to squirm lustfully at his father's manipulations, which Griffin took as his cue to reach down with both hands and pull the boy's nightshirt up and over his head. The boy was now wearing only a pair of light blue SpongeBob SquarePants briefs, slightly tented by the hard little boy cock within. His sweet, soft chest was creamy white and featureless, save for the two little pink nipples begging for attention.

His father's lustful hands had barely begun to return to his little body, when Caden spoke up.

"Daddy, your shirt's scratchy," he complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little buddy. Do you want Daddy to take it off?" Griffin asked sweetly.

"Yeah," he replied meekly.

"Ok," Griffin said as he sat up just enough to be able to pull the white wife-beater over his head, tossing it aside before embracing the little boy once again, his bare back now pressed against his father's smooth, taut chest. The boy began to squirm again, his breathing increasing as Griffin's hand slid under the waistband of his underwear.

I watched as the cartoon image of SpongeBob emblazoned on the front of the Caden's briefs undulated and contorted as the concealed fingers beneath toyed with the boy's hard little nail. With one hand, I unzipped my hoodie so I could rub my chest and nipples, while my other was now inside my pants jerking my uncommonly hard cock. I watched the scene unfolding before me, transfixed, the potentially underage models fucking onscreen all but forgotten. They were practically geriatric compared to the adorable 6 year-old cherub being fondled mere feet away from me.

"Does that feel nice, little man?" Griffin asked after a couple minutes as his son began to moan in response to his affections.

"Yeah, it's nice," he said softly, lost in the pleasure Griffin was inducing.

"Can Daddy put his peter inside your little tushy while he plays with you?" Griffin asked quietly, now beginning to gently thrust his pelvis against the boy's body.

"OK," the boy replied.

"I love you, little buddy," Griffin whispered.

"I love you, too, Daddy," the boy whispered back.

"Darius," Griffin turned to me as I continued jerking off. "You wanna come over here and help me take my little man's undies off?"

"Oh, shit yeah!" I said eagerly as I stood up, my hard cock tenting out my pants.

I went over and knelt down in front of where they sat, the boy's legs dangling down between Griffin's own, as the latter continued fondling his boy cock within the light blue SpongeBob briefs. I ran my hands up along the perfectly smooth skin of his thighs, then grasped the waistband of his briefs, and slowly pulled them down, dislodging them first from between his butt and Griffin's groin, then from over the hump of Griffin's hand. Finally, I pulled them down and over his tiny feet, tossing them on the couch next to them.

Griffin's hand alternated rubbing up and down over the boy's hard little prick and tight ball sack, and grabbing the stiff 2.5-inch [6 cm] penis between two fingers and gently jerking it up and down. The boy moaned again whenever he did this.

"Can you spread his legs for me? Just drape them over mine," Griffin requested of me.

I was happy to comply, and spread the boy's legs apart, letting them dangle to either side of his own, revealing the boy's soft, creamy butt. With his legs spread, I could also now see the hard cock sticking up from beneath the gray sweatpants Griffin wore, a dark spot indicating where his precum had soaked through.

"Could you help me with mine, too, Darius?" Griffin asked.

"Yeah," I said, surprised but not at all dismayed at the opportunity to denude the attractive 23 year-old. I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, and pulled them down a bit. Griffin managed to lift his butt up just enough to allow me to tug the waistband out from under him. I lifted the waistband over his hard cock, and pulled them the rest of the way down his legs where they sat in a crumple around his ankles.

Griffin's cock was impressive, probably close to 7 inches [18 cm], and with a slight curve upward toward his body so that it slapped up against the boy's crotch. It didn't look like Griffin trimmed his bush at all, but it wasn't overgrown either, the dark brown hair forming a soft mane around his dick. His full balls were mostly hairless, and hung down in a nice round sack beneath his groin. Overall, his cock and balls looked enormous, laying next to the tiny hairless cocklet and tight scrotum of his 6-year-old son.

"I think there's some lube in there," Griffin said, indicating with his head the side table next to the couch. I opened it, but didn't see any in the drawer.

"Shit, that's right, I'm out," he said, annoyed. "It's ok, I can just use spit."

As he reached up to spit in his hand, I reached out and stroked his hard cock a few times before diving down to take as much of Griffin's shaft into my mouth as possible.

"Oh… ok!" Griffin responded, pleasantly surprised at the unsolicited blowjob.

I've never been good at deep-throating, but I did my best to take as much as I could, managing to take about 5 inches [13 cm] into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his hard cock for another minute, lapping at his shaft to moisten it thoroughly. Finally I pulled off his cock, letting the glistening shaft slap back against the boy's still-hard cocklet.

"Dang, bro, I'll take you over lube any day!" Griffin said in appreciation before turning his attention back to his son. "Ok, little man, you ready for daddy's peter?"

"Mmmm," the 6-year-old moaned in response.

Griffin lifted the boy's legs up to better position his little butt, then shot a glance at me. I immediately understood, reaching out to grab his cock and guide the engorged head to the entrance to his son's pussy. I gently pushed down on the head of his cock while Griffin applied the same gentle forward pressure, until his moistened head was fully accepted inside the boy's anus.

I kept my fingers in place, and felt as each additional inch of Griffin's penis slowly slid into the boy's rectum. Both Griffin and Caden let out simultaneous moans, as the last couple of inches of his hard cock slipped into place deep within the boy, father and son both enjoying the clearly well-practiced expression of their shared love. As slowly as he entered, Griffin withdrew about half of his 8-inch [18 cm] length before pushing back inside with greater ease. After another minute of slow buildup, Griffin was now rhythmically thrusting into his son's tight ass.

I watched, mesmerized, as his shaft moved in and out of the tiny boy's stretched pussy over and over, now faster, now slower, Griffin's balls slapping against his own body with the start of each upward thrust. With one hand I cupped Griffin's ample balls, gently massaging them while father and son's lovemaking continued. With my other hand I rubbed along the boy's crotch, feeling the turgid little wiener flop back and forth under my hand.

I leaned forward to have a taste of the Caden's beautiful little prong, trying to gently lap at its silky tumescence, but it proved a difficult position to maintain with Griffin continuing to fuck the boy with ever-increasing frenzy, so I retreated. Instead, I grabbed the boy's slicked penis between two fingers and stroked it, as Griffin continued slamming into him from below.

After several minutes of energetic fucking, Griffin's panting turned to labored moans as he approached orgasm.

"Oh, oh, I'm cumming, buddy!" Griffin cried out as his climax overtook him. He thrust one more time as deeply as possible, and in my hand I felt his balls contract as his cum began flooding the boy's bowels. I lost count after ten contractions, as semen continued to paint the boy's insides. If the boy didn't feel full just from his dad's cock in his ass, he must certainly now with an ass full of cum.

"Oh my goodness! Ohhhh my goodness! Oh, thank you, little man. That felt soooo nice," Griffin said, panting and leaning forward to kiss his son's head. "Did it feel real good for you, too, little buddy?"

"Yes, Daddy," the boy replied.

"Did you get the tingles, too?" Griffin asked.

"Not yet, Daddy," he replied.

"Oh, shoot. That's ok, we'll help you get the tingles," Griffin said, still panting.

"Fuuuck," I said under my breath as I stood up and took in from above the sight of the naked boy atop the sweaty body of his father, Griffin's cock still buried inside Caden's boy pussy. My neglected cock still jutted out obscenely from within my track pants. Griffin noticed, and then looked up to catch my gaze.

"Hey, little man," Griffin began, his eyes locked with my own. "Would it be ok if Daddy's friend put his peter in your tushy, too? Can you make him feel real good, too? Then I'll make you get the tingles, too."

After a pause, the boy said, "Ok, Daddy."

"What a good boy," he said, full of praise, planting another affectionate kiss on the boy's head as his cock finally slipped free from his son's butt, a stream of cum now beginning to dribble out of the boy's gaping hole. "What do you say, Darius, you wanna take my little man for a ride?"

"Oh, heck yeah!" I said, excitedly shoving my track pants down to my ankles, finally letting my cock free from its confines. My cock is only 6 inches [15 cm] in length, but I shave all my pubes, so it looks bigger. By now, it was as achingly hard and thick as it had ever been, eager to get inside this boy's tight ass.

"You'll have to spit on your own peter. Sorry, buddy, I'm not gonna suck it for you."

"Pretty sure that's not gonna be necessary," I said, eyeing the dribble of cum that was oozing out of the boy's ass. "I think you left plenty of ink for me to dip my pen into."

I scooped up some of the cum that had leaked out, and rubbed it all along my rock-hard black cock head against his stretched little anus, coating it in a thick sheen of slime all over its surface, the mixture of spit and cum forming a serviceable lube.

"Yeah, dude," Griffin said with devious glee, as he hooked his arms under his son's legs again, lifting them up into a better position for me to fuck him.

The boy's puckered asshole winked in anticipation as my shiny black cock lined up to enter his. I knew his ass had just been assaulted by his father's even bigger cock, but I still pushed forward gently, not wanting to cause any unnecessary discomfort. My penis slowly slid inside, inch by inch, and I reveled in the warm embrace of the well-prepared, but nonetheless uncommon tightness of the 6-year-old's rectum.

Caden and I let out simultaneous groans of pleasure as I bottomed out inside of him. I stayed in place for several seconds, reveling in the warm embrace of his anal sheath around my cock. Then, I slowly pulled out until just the head was left inside his butt, and just as slowly pushed back in. The boy's anal sleeve hugged my cock as I moved in and out, and I began thrusting with greater speed and force until I was fucking the boy with a regular rhythm, the indescribably wonderful feelings overtaking me.

While I fucked his tiny son, Griffin had reached down to scoop up some of the slime from around the boy's taint, and was using it as lube while he stroked the boy's hard little nail. The stiff, 2.5-inch [6 cm] prong glowed red with overstimulation as Griffin continued stroking it up and down, the boy moaning from the combined feelings emanating from his cock and ass.

Caden repeatedly clenched his asshole around my invading cock, which had the dual effect of making me feel even more amazing, and pushing his dad's excess semen out of his boy pussy as I pushed in and out. The excess of cum along my cock began to churn into a frothy foam, coating my black shaft as it slammed in and out of the boy's asshole with greater and greater force. I could feel something bumping up against my balls and taint as I slammed in and out of the boy, and I knew Griffin's 8-inch [18 cm] cock had revitalized, and was rubbing up against me with each thrust.

Suddenly, Caden started moaning loudly as his little boygasm overwhelmed him, his asshole clenching furiously as his balls tried to expel the cum that was years away from developing. The anal contractions likewise sent me toward the brink, as I felt the familiar buildup of my impending orgasm, and increased my fucking to a feverish pace, slamming into the boy's tiny body with complete abandon. Finally, with one last thrust, I let out a growl of satisfaction as my balls emptied themselves inside the boy's bowels.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" I sighed, unable to restrain myself from swearing after such an intense orgasm.

I stayed inside of him for another 10 seconds or so, as I reveled in the afterglow of an all-time great fuck, my breathing still labored. At last, I withdrew my softening cock from the boy's bottom, feeling Griffin's still-hard cock rub along my balls as I pulled all the way out, kneeling on the ground as I recovered. I leaned forward and gave Caden's shiny, deflating penis a cursory suck, cleaning it of the cum-lube that coated it, before finally leaning back to catch my breath.

Griffin let his son's legs rest again to either side of his own. His erect cock curled up and rested against his still-leaking boy pussy. For good measure, I reached up, grabbed his penis, and began jerking it. It only took a few strokes before he once again let loose another load of cum, several volleys of thinner semen shooting out and splashing against my bare chest, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had formed along my skin.

"Heh, thanks, buddy," he said to me, panting as he came down from his second orgasm.

"No, thank you!" I replied in genuine appreciation for the incredible opportunity he'd afforded me.

"No, thank you, little man," he said, turning his attention to his exhausted son, planting several affectionate kisses on his tired face as cum continued to drip out of his southern orifice and down onto Griffin's softening cock.

"Yeah, thanks, Caden. That was wonderful. You're a really special little boy," I said, as I looked up and down the tiny body I'd just cooperated in ravaging.

"You're welcome, Darris," the boy almost whispered as his worn-out body drifted off to sleep.

Griffin and I shared a knowing smile, as we considered the amazing experience we'd just shared. He continued to lie back with his son's naked body fast asleep on his own, while I quietly put my dick away and zipped up my hoodie, letting Griffin's cum soak into the fabric. I thanked Griffin again, and prepared to leave. I couldn't wait to get home, get high, and jerk off again as I relived this wild night!

A few weeks later, I found myself running low on weed again, and called Griffin to see if he was around for a restock.

"Yeah, you can come over now if you're quick about it. I'm heading out to go disc golfing in like an hour," he said.

"Cool. I'm only like 20 minutes out," I replied.

"It's just me, though. Little man ain't here today," Griffin said, reading my mind.

"Aw, damn, that's a shame."

"Yeah, sorry bud, he won't be here till I pick him up from school on Friday."

"Friday, huh?" I considered. "…I think I can wait till Friday."

The End