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Brett had no idea what to do with an 8-year-old. But Henry wasn’t a normal 8-year-old.Henry was his brother Kyle’s girlfriend’s son, which was a mouthful. But then again, the kid was about to get a mouthful.Kyle had been with Henry’s mom for over two years, and they were finally having a child together. Brett was taking care of Henry while his mom went into labor with his little brother. He could tell the boy was bummed because it was Thanksgiving, and he was spending it with a strange man.At first, Brett hadn’t believed Kyle when he confessed to fucking Henry for almost two years. Brett hadn’t been shocked—they’d both known from an early age that they liked little boys. Then, Kyle had sent Brett pictures, videos. All over secure browsers and immediately deleted, of course. And god, the little boy was a right whore!“You have a nice house,” Henry said sheepishly.And he was right. Brett’s house was large—too large for a single man without a husband and children. The whole house was all dark wood and earthy tones. The foyer led in three directions: up the stairs to the second floor, where all the bedrooms were; to the right, into the kitchen; and to the left, into the dining room.As Henry put his stuff down and shuffled toward the dining room in awe, Brett could only think about Kyle letting slip that Henry liked it rough. The dining room had french doors to the backyard on both walls, a brightly lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling.Henry stilled; stiffened in more than one place as Brett put a hand on the small of his back. On the table was a Thanksgiving feast of a different kind.On the center of the table was a silver platter, much too big for a turkey, but perfectly sized for when Henry was on his hands and knees. On one side of the platter was a small bottle of lube. On the other side, a leather ball gag. Further down the table on either side were an assortment of toys for Brett to use as he saw fit—and as Henry deserved them.Brett did have ACTUAL Thanksgiving dinner prepared. Turkey and gravy, mash potatoes, the whole nine yards. What he and Henry didn’t eat would be sent home with the new parents. But Brett figured they had to work up an appetite first.Brett grabbed Henry by the hair, spinning the boy around so he was facing the man’s crotch. “I love redheads,” he growled. He had that in common with Kyle.Henry opened his mouth, salivating as he took Brett in, showing his braces.Brett looked a lot like Kyle, just with more hair… and a pudgier face. His body was just as round, and he had the same brown hair and blue eyes, the same pasty skin.Brett grasped as the boy’s tiny hand palmed his bulge through his pants. Henry’s mouth was still agape, and Brett pressed his thumb to the boy’s lips as he continued to rub the man’s bulge like a lamp.Henry was a slender, pale thing. His face was angular, his eyes bright blue and his hair a wild orange. He suckled at Brett’s thumb, getting it nice and wet, as he unzipped the man’s pants and pulled his cock through the slit in his underwear.“Why don’t you get out of those clothes?” Brett asked. Henry dropped the man’s thumb from his mouth, and Brett almost came right there.Henry smiled innocently as he pulled his shirt free in one movement. He toyed with his pants, slipping them slowly around pale thighs before tossing them aside. He was equally coy with his underwear. The boy was soft, but Brett planned to fix that.Kyle had trained Henry well. He glanced up at Brett for permission. “Get me the lube,” Brett said. He tried for authoritative, but his voice was hoarse with lust.Bottle in hand, Brett squirted a glob of lube onto his finger. He nodded to Henry, and the boy leaned forward, suckling at the man’s cockhead. At the same time, Brett teased Henry’s hole open before pressing a finger in.Brett had cum so many times to thoughts of a little boy sucking him off. Somehow, the real thing was even better. The boy’s teeth rubbed gently against his tip as Henry pressed more of Brett’s shaft into his mouth.Brett couldn’t believe how easily the boy was swallowing him, despite Kyle having said that Henry had been sucking his cock for a year. Guess practice really did make perfect.Henry took him deeper still, gulping for air from the small pockets between his thin lips and Brett’s thick cock. Henry’s Adam’s apple shook as Brett felt his cock push against the back of the boy’s throat. Henry’s mouth watered, wetting the man’s underwear and pants, but Brett didn’t care.He was too focused on the wet heat of Henry’s mouth. On his finger, which he thrust evenly into the boy’s tight hole. When it was obvious Henry could take more, he pumped faster, crooking his finger to rub the boy’s developing g-spot.Henry whimpered and writhed, impaling himself wantonly on both ends. It was the hottest thing Brett had ever seen, made hotter by the fact that his brother was the first and only other person to defile this pale little thing.Brett gripped Henry’s hair, wrenching the boy off his cock as he pulled his finger free. Henry blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden emptiness. His mouth was still agape, drool pouring down his chin.“Get on the table,” Brett growled, and Henry did as he was told. Brett was pleased to see that his tiny cocklett was standing at attention.Henry got on his hands and knees on the platter, but Brett flipped him so that he was laying on his back, legs up and hole exposed.There was one toy that Brett had left in the kitchen. Henry heard the man’s footsteps receding but stayed where he was. He didn’t even look up to watch him go.Brett returned with a turkey baster. After all, it was Thanksgiving. He’d bought two turkey basters when he learned he’d be hosting the boy: one for the turkey, and one for Henry.Brett had other toys to widen the boy for his cock. This one was just to lube him. Although, more importantly, it was because Brett liked the idea of shoving a turkey baster up Henry’s ass.The plastic tip felt strange as it pressed against Henry’s pucker. Brett didn’t try to force it in, instead slowly twisting the baster until the tip popped past the boy’s sphincter.Henry mewled and squirmed at the intrusion of the smooth plastic. It was so thin, like a finger, but so hard. Brett worked it in another inch, then squeezed the bulb, squirting lube deep into Henry’s bowels. The boy jerked as he felt the cold fluid filling him up.As the lube coated his insides, Henry rocked onto the baster. His neglected little cocklett bobbed as he impaled himself on the plastic toy. But Brett didn’t push any more than the tip inside him, and it wasn’t in the boy for very long.Henry felt teased as Brett pulled out, and that’s exactly what the man wanted. He stationed himself at one end, picking at his toys.Holding up the anal beads, he showed them to the boy. “Has my brother ever used these on you?” Henry shook his head, and Brett’s hard-on somehow thickened; throbbed. “They go in your hole.”Henry seemed thrilled at the idea. After all, he’d taken Kyle’s cock many times. The beads were black and silicone, and each ball got smaller. At the base was a ring for Brett’s finger.Brett lathered up the beads generously before placing one hand on Henry’s tummy and pressing the beads against the boy’s hole.Henry gasped as the cold silicone teased his pink pucker, pushing open his sphincter before slipping inside. His hole seemed to snap closed around the first bead, hugging the silicone pole that held the balls together.It was different than having Kyle’s cock inside him. That was so warm, and this was so cold. And Kyle’s cock didn’t have ridges, wasn’t so circular.Just as the bead settled inside him, Brett twisted the base. “Uncle Brett!” Henry cried.Goddamn! He understood why Kyle had the boy call him Daddy. He was no more related to this boy than Kyle was, but it made it so much hotter to imagine he was.Brett had fun toying with him for the next minute, twisting the base every time Henry adjusted to the feeling. Then, he pressed the second, larger bead into Henry’s hole. Henry mewled as he felt the weird ridges against his rim, stretching his hole wider. Finally, it joined the first.Unlike Kyle, Brett had no soothing words to give the boy, even as he marveled at how much Henry was taking. The third bead was even fatter. The boy was open-mouthed in bliss as Brett worked it past his tight ring. As it settled inside, Henry’s back arched off the platter, a cry slipping past his pouty lips.Brett had found his g-spot. He kept going, working each bead into Henry’s greedy hole. By the last bead, the biggest, Henry was a writhing, moaning mess. His hole was stretched so wide that lube dripped around the bead, running down his ass to puddle on the platter.Brett smiled sadistically as he looked at the boy, so small on the table. “Baby want more?”Henry nodded emphatically, huffing as the beads moved with him. His face was so flushed.Brett grabbed the next toy from the table—a long, metal sounding rod. He lubed it generously. Henry squirmed as some of the cold lube dripped onto his tummy.Henry bucked his hips as Brett teased his sensitive head, tracing around the sides, pulling the slit open with his fingers.“Uncle Brett, please!” The boy begged.Brett applied more pressure, slowly working open the boy’s tender piss slit. Henry had never felt so much buzzing in his cocklett as the rod pried him open and began to sink inside.The rod was so long and Henry's cocklett so small, only half of it fit. But that was more than enough to drive the boy wild. Brett began to fuck the rod in and out of Henry's slit, which swelled beautifully.“Baby likes to be played with,” Brett murmured, filing the information away. He had SO MUCH to tell Kyle about later.Henry thrashed on the platter as his cocklett shuddered, impaled on the metal rod. He felt like his cocklett would never come back together. It was a taste of how Kyle had felt when Henry dug his tongue into the man’s piss slit, and he LOVED it.Kyle was rough with Henry—the boy flashed back to when Kyle had fucked him with a baseball bat—but nothing like this. Brett never picked up the pace, not wanting to injure the boy (giving him a UTI was the perfect way to get caught), and Henry loved feeling the cold metal slowly fucking him. Brett pulled the rod most of the way out, swirling it around Henry’s tip.Henry continued to thrash. The rod itched, swelled his cocklett. He humped against the platter, his balls churning. He needed to cum, and Brett noticed.Henry’s legs quivered, toes curling as Brett continued to leisurely fuck his slit. It was getting harder and harder to keep his legs up. He puckered around the beads, which in turn further stimulated his g-spot. It was torture—Brett was a much longer fuck than Kyle—and Henry was eating it up like… well, like Thanksgiving dinner.Brett smirked, gripping the ring at the base of the anal beads. Just as Henry’s cocklett started its tell-tale spasm, Brett yanked the beads out in one motion.Henry screamed, back arching high off the platter as his hole gaped, so empty and cold. That spot deep inside him shook and jittered, driving the breath from his lungs and making him see stars. A single bead of watery boy-cum dribbled out around the sounding rod, the most the 8-year-old could produce.Henry collapsed onto the platter, but Brett wasn’t done, and neither was he. The man slowly twisted the sounding rod before pulling it free.Brett caressed the boy’s pale skin hungrily as he watched Henry come down from his orgasm. His cock swung lazily as he walked around the table, picking up the ball gag. His cock thirsted for Henry’s screams, but the last thing he needed was to get the cops called on him while he was balls deep in the boy.Henry let the man slip the leather gag around his head, pushing the red ball into his mouth. Let Brett stand him on his hands and knees on the silver platter. His hole still sagged and glistened from the anal beads.Brett gripped the back of Henry’s hair, pressing his face against the red locks. His hair smelled so young, felt so soft. Henry jittered under Brett as he licked and kissed down the boy’s back. He was careful not to leave any marks on the boy’s soft, pale skin.He stopped where Henry’s hips met his perky ass. Then, still gripping the boy’s hair, he sank balls-deep into Henry’s ass in one smooth thrust. Between the fingering, baster, and anal beads, not to mention Henry’s general experience taking cock, it was like a knife through butter.Brett and Henry moaned together. Henry loved being filled, even if Brett’s cock wasn’t exactly like Kyle’s. Brett couldn’t believe his balls were rubbing against an 8-year-old boy’s ass.The platter rattled as Brett fucked into Henry. He screamed into his ball gag as Brett chased his orgasm, battering the boy’s g-spot with reckless abandon. The sound was muffled and yet still fueled the churning in Brett’s balls.Brett felt his balls tighten, and knew he was close. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”He was distracted by his phone chiming. With one hand still fisted in Henry’s hair, he grabbed the phone from his pocket with the other. It was a message from Kyle—a photo of the newborn baby, pink and wrinkly and perfect.“You’re a big brother,” Brett said.Henry craned his neck to look at the photo, and in that moment, Brett’s orgasm exploded through him. Henry caught his first glance of his baby brother as thick ropes of cum flooded his guts.He loved being filled with man cum. But as he felt Brett’s cock softening in his hole, felt Brett pull out, felt Brett pulling the ball gag off his face and getting ready to clean him up and give him his second meal of the night, all Henry could think was: I’m a big brother!