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I shuffled my feet nervously. It was my wedding day and I was shivering with anticipation. Our engagement was a long one, five years, but today was the day and I was nervous. The priest chuckled and said, "Relax, everything is going to be fine. Also, you'd probably be more comfortable if your jock strap weren't twisted." He reached down and straightened out the straps under my balls and I realized he was right and I felt better. He touched the pouch and felt how wet it was and chuckled again. "I can tell this is going to be a very happy marriage between you and your son. Leaking this much precum is a good sign." He straightened my bow tie, the only other piece of clothing I was wearing, and after receiving a signal from the usher, the pedo priest nodded to the pianist who began playing.
The guests stood, the door opened, and there he was: my son, my soon to be boywife, and he was beautiful. At 3'4, he was a little small for his age and had a slight build, and to me, he was perfection. He had my blue eyes and his dirty blonde hair came from his mother, a pedo priestess who had dedicated her life to giving birth to children for pedos to marry. She herself had been one such child, and after puberty, her father had impregnated her to create his next bride, and then she had taken up her role. He was wearing a white g-string that was tight enough to show off his tiny hairless package, a white circlet made of thin wicker, and carrying a bouquet. Tears welled in my eyes at his beauty and how lucky I was to be marrying him and honestly, my cock swelled thinking about his tight, virgin boypussy. I wasn't alone. The pedo priest had filled his jock and many of the guests were placing their boywives hands on their swollen pedo cocks, and in the case of a few men with very young boywives, placing their infant mouths on their cocks to cock nurse.
Jamie, my beautiful son walked up the aisle and stood before me. The pedo priest told the guests that they could be seated, and the men sat down and their boywives climbed onto their laps, nestling their fathers' cocks between their soft butt cheeks and rocking slowly. I heard a grunt from one father as he came in his infant boywife's mouth, giving him his daddy milk. The pedo church welcomed all pedos, but this pedo priest and congregation were all boylovers, so daddy milk was the only kind these boys would receive.
"Friends, fellow pedophiles, dear boylovers, we are gathered here to join Vince and Jamie, in the sacred bond of father/son marriage. Boylove is always beautiful, and we celebrate the unions of men and boys always, but incest increases the closeness of that union, and as this boy," he got to his knees to grip Jamie's round boy butt, "came from this cock," he said, gripping my raging erection, "so we complete one circle by placing this penis in this boy."
"Jamie, strip your father," he said, and Jamie removed my bow tie and jock strap, my hard cock popping up and brushing across his face, leaving a trail of precum. "Jamie, do you promise to be your father's boywife, to take his cock in your boypussy, to accept his cum, to be his lover, his loyal son, and his support, as long as you both desire?" Jamie's piping voice said, "I do."
"Vince, strip your son," the pedo priest said, and I pulled his g-string off, inhaling his sweet boy scent as his tiny hairless cock was revealed, a thin hard nail above his little balls. "Vince, do you promise to be your son's husband, to fill his boypussy with your cock, to grant him your cum, to be his lover, loyal father, and his support, as long as you both desire?" I replied, "I do."
As long as we both desire. To others, it's an odd phrase, but many of us have very specific desires. Some men are exclusively attracted to particular ages, and once the boy is past that age, will no longer be able to make love. Some boys will mature into young men and find that they too are pedos and want a boywife of their own. Some boys discover they are not boys at all, but girls, and pedos who are solely boylovers will not be attracted as their hair grows out. When these things happen, the pedo church plays matchmaker, helping toddlers find a new husband as their fathers marry their newborn sons, helping girls find a pedo who goes wild for girl cock, or arranging the fertilization of a pedo priestess.
For me? Any age is great. I will happily peel a diaper off to give a baby his cummies, enjoy those first wild years as pubes grow and hormones go wild, and I even enjoy sex with men, but I waited until five because I wanted to penetrate my son on our wedding day. I certainly celebrate those men who take their newborn sons from cum baptism to wedding the same day, but for me, this was right.
The pedo priest said, "Then as father and son have declared their love publicly and made their vows, I pronounce you husband and boywife. You may consummate the marriage." The guests cheered and gathered around to witness the consummation.
I lay on my back and Jamie squatted, placing the head of my cock against his hole. He rubbed it, moaning. His boypussy was very sensitive. I placed my hands on his hips to support him, and he very slowly lowered himself. He was lubed before walking down the aisle, but I was also leaking an insane amount of precum. The head popped in and he winced, but then breathed slowly, relaxed, and lowered himself further. When his round boy butt rested on my pubes, I reached up to the circlet on his head, and snapped it in two, breaking the symbol of his virginity and giving the signal that the orgy could begin. Cheers went up, jockstraps and g-strings came off, and hard pedo cocks went in holes. Jamie began bouncing on my cock, kissed me, then whispered in my ear, "I love you, Daddy, and your cock is so much better than the practice dildos."
I kissed him back and said, "I love you too, son, and it's better because this cock made you." I was so happy being joined with my boywife in marriage. I grunted as I came, filling him with the cum that created him. Several men came on us then, cheering as we were spattered and their boywives climbed on top to lick up the cum and begin sharing it with each other before bending over to get fucked. We had promised to be loyal, but that didn't mean exclusive. I tasted many hairless cocks, ate and fucked many boypussies, and Jamie took at least a dozen loads in each hole. As the night went on, pedos would scoop cum from boypussies and use it to coat their cocks before fucking other boys or fingering it into baby holes. After a few hours, every pedo and boywife was exhausted and sticky and the mixture of cum that had been churned and mixed in the boypussies meant that the cum of every pedo there had been mixed and shared with every boy and every other pedo. It was our deepest form of communion.
The reception began. More play occurred and we ate cake, danced, and celebrated. I smiled at my son, who I was now married to, and dreamed of our life together.