Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 17:48:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: micah cooke <x_emoboi_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: I never meant - chapter one

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I Never Meant

Chapter One


	I never meant for it to happen, but it did. It all started with my
neighbors of many years deciding to sell their condominium and move to The
Villages in Florida. I got along well with Rachel and Aaron and hated to
see them leave.
	I was a retired teacher, who occasionally tutored middle school
children in the condominium complex in my spare time to keep busy and avoid
the boredom of retirement. I retired shortly after my mother had passed,
when I discovered the frugal woman had left behind a substantial
inheritance, which guaranteed I would not need ever to work again. I sold
my small house in Virginia and purchased a condominium in Rehoboth Beach,
Delaware.
	Duncan, a professional artist/photographer I had gotten to know
over the years online, suggested I move to Rehoboth and enjoy my
retirement. I decided to visit him when he told me there was a unit open in
his building right below his condominium. I loved the location and Duncan
and I hit it off in real life just as well as we had online.
	Occasionally Duncan and I would fool around just for the fun of
it. He had a dirty streak that intrigued me. We both liked boys, but I
preferred mine thirteen to sixteen. Duncan though preferred them younger,
nine to twelve generally, but would do older if the boy was cute enough. He
once explained to me he enjoyed making younger boys have climax after
climax, something he said the younger ones could do since they were unable
to shoot any sperm.
	I had had three sexual experiences with teens; each of the teens
had initiated the sex first and I could not resist them. Most the time I
preferred looking at pictures of boys taken at the beach or activities
where they were generally shirtless.
	Duncan on the other hand was very active sexually with younger
boys. They seemed to come out of the woodwork anytime he was around. His
ability to draw, as well as his incredible ability with a camera drew boys
to him like moths to the flame. On occasion, he would show me his private
collection of drawings and photographs of boys he had been with over the
years. It was hard not to be aroused, but Duncan understood I was not ready
to see some of his work, so he limited showing me all of his work. He did
take great pleasure though in showing me photographs of his clients' sons
nude, and sometimes engaged in sexual activities with their friends or
siblings. All I can say is the wealthy have a completely different set of
morals and feelings concerning sex.
	Rachel and Aaron sold their condominium to a businesswoman and her
ten-year-old son Noah who recently moved from Chicago. Her husband had died
in a tragic accident and she decided to start over in a new place. Noah was
a cute, slender 4'6", and maybe 70 lbs. soaking wet boy, who looked closer
to nine than the almost eleven he was. His short brown hair suited him
perfectly, along with his hazel doe eyes. He seemed shy when Diane and I
first met on her moving in day. I invited them over to dinner that night,
so she would not have to deal with making something to eat after a long day
of moving. She readily accepted as long as I allowed her to return the
gesture once they settled in their new home.
	Our first dinner as neighbors went well. We talked about our lives,
our jobs, and other miscellaneous stuff. Noah barely spoke during the meal,
except when I asked him a direct question. Diane explained he had been very
close to his father and still seemed to be adjusting to the loss after
nearly a year. My heart went out to the sweet fatherless boy.
	Diane loved the fact I had been a teacher for over twenty years and
still tutored children in the complex. Noah briefly looked up and asked me
what grades I had taught. I told him I taught middle school History and
English, which seemed to please him. I also told Noah and his mother I also
was well versed in Science and Math. I figured why not do a little
advertising for my business in case Noah ever needed help with school.
	After dinner, we relaxed watching Big Hero Six, which Noah had not
seen yet. It turned out to be just the thing Diane and Noah needed. Diane
and I quickly became good friends and neighbors. In those first weeks, she
and I saw a lot of each other as she and Noah settled into their new
home. She often asked me to help her with something, which required a man's
help. After the first couple of times, whenever I came over to help Diane
with something Noah started coming out of his room to either watch me or
help if I asked.
      Occasionally in an emergency, she would ask me to watch over Noah. At
first, I was surprised to discover he rarely wore anything other than
shorts or even sometimes, he wore just a pair of boxer-briefs when at home,
but Diane explained her late husband dressed like that when he was alive
and Noah at a very young age started imitating Jim. As a result, Noah
developed a beautiful golden tan from being bare-chested and barefoot the
majority of the time.
      Diane did not want to make Noah feel as though he had to stop,
because she was afraid he would think she was trying to make him forget his
father. I accepted it as a matter of course after a while, becoming
surprised whenever he would get a tee shirt when we were going some place,
which required him to cover up. I never had to say anything he just did it
on his own. I soon stopped viewing his choice in clothes or rather lack of
them as unusual. Noah was just being Noah.
      Diane told me whenever she stopped by, which started to become fairly
regular; he often spoke about his time with me. She was glad he finally
seemed to come out of his shell. I liked him a lot; he had a fun sense of
humor, and seemed particularly bright for his age. I discovered he was a
bit of a bookworm one day when he asked to borrow one of my books on Henry
II of England.
      We did not really plan it but before long, Noah spent all his time at
my condominium. His mother when she had to begin her new job shyly asked if
I minded watching Noah until school started. She made sure to tell me she
fully intended to pay me for my time. I could not resist his puppy dog eyes
and expression and found myself readily agreeing. I would take him to the
complex's pool or occasionally to the beach and boardwalk. He enjoyed
Dolles Candyland, as well as his first taste of their Salt Water Taffy. We
went to Funland, rode a few rides, and even got our pictures taken at the
Haunted Manson ride with a copy for Noah and one for me. He also enjoyed
eating Thrasher's Fries, as well as walking on the beach. I wanted him to
see there were many fun things to do here in Rehoboth, so he would not miss
Chicago.
      I felt like a cross between and father and a grandfather as we spent
time together. The more time we spent together, the more Noah opened up to
me and became comfortable with me. I could not help but smile the first
time we were out shopping when he reached out, took my hand, and held it. I
appeared to become a surrogate father figure to the little lonely boy. Not
meaning to, but I soon found myself wrapping my arm around his shoulders
bonding with the cute young boy more fully. He had the softest skin I had
encountered, but honestly, I rarely found myself touching my students as I
now found myself touching Noah.
      One day in early August, Diane stopped over after work to ask me a
question. At the time, I did not realize what a life changing event would
result from her question. I cannot honestly say one way or another if I
would have answered differently if I had known what the result of my answer
would bring.
      "Devon, You can't image how much I appreciate everything you have
done for Noah since we moved here. He finally is acting more and more like
his old self and I can't thank you enough," Diane told me giving me a big
hug as she fought to hold tears back.
      "Honestly Diane, I've enjoyed hanging out with him this summer. Noah
is a wonderful boy," I told her with a smile.
      "Well I have a really big favor to ask you, and I not sure whether
you will, but it would mean the world to me and Noah."
      "Ask away, there isn't much I wouldn't do for Noah," I told her as I
refilled her glass of Chardonnay as we sat at the round picnic table on my
balcony over looking the pool and spa.
      "You told me at one time you were a teacher," she said with a shy
smile, which caused me to take a big gulp of my own glass of wine.
      "Yes," I replied trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
      "Well, I originally planned to put Noah in The Jefferson School at
the beginning of the school year, but I am not sure he's ready for another
big change. Which brings me to my question, would you consider
homeschooling Noah for a year. I will be more than happy to pay the going
teacher's salary if you would do it for me and of course Noah."
      It took me a couple minutes to find my tongue and answer Diane. "If
you are sure that is what you really want I'll do it," I told her, as my
heart raced from excitement and panic. I agree to do the job really only
because I found myself attached to the fatherless boy. I had in recent days
when with the small sweet boy almost wishing I had a son. A strange thought
for a gay man, but Noah seemed like the perfect son or grandson, cute,
small, slender, and adorable.
      Diane leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Thank you so much Devon, you
have no idea how much weight you have just taken off my shoulders." She
placed her hand over mine and squeezed it gently showing me her pleasure at
my acceptance. "I will register Noah with the proper authorities notifying
them he will be homeschooled this year and arrange for the curriculum to be
sent to you," she beamed at me. Still so pleased I had accepted.
      When Noah came over the next morning after his mother had left for
work, he made sure to give me a big hug in thanks for agreeing to teach
him. He was looking forward to having me as a teacher, since I made
everything thing come alive for him. I was looking forward to teaching him
as well.
      There was one thing though Noah did which did make me a little
uncomfortable, Diane assured me it was not a big thing since he had been
doing this since he was two or three. Experts told her and her husband that
he needed to grow out of it on his own and they should not to worry about
it; in the meantime, just remind him to pull his hand out of his underwear
and shorts when it occurred. Yes, Noah had a disturbing habit of reaching
into his shorts and underwear, gripping, and squeezing his hard ten-year
old dick almost constantly.
	The problem was not that he was horny and had just learned how to
fap, but rather he did it unconsciously. He would be intent on doing
something like reading, writing, playing a video game, or working online
doing something non-sexual and his hand would automatically dive down into
his shorts only to grab a hold of his almost constantly hard ten-year old
cock.
      The issue with me was not arousal, but rather embarrassment. Diane
did not know I was gay, I preferred older teens, so I was not interested in
Noah as a sexual partner, but I wanted him not to feel fapping or playing
with himself was a bad activity as my parents had told me for years growing
up. I came to terms with my gay feelings when I was in my late teens and it
took a while before I regained my self-esteem. Recognizing that the naked
body in all it's forms is beautiful, and a good thing now matter, gay,
straight, bi-sexual, transgender or whatever.
      My artistic friend Duncan, taught me to accept and become comfortable
with the beauty of the human body. His nude family portraits of wealthy
clients were famous worldwide. He often spent many months traveling, taking
photographs of families across the world. No, do not think all his
portraits were nudes, but I was surprised at the amount, which were. His
own personal collection though was something else, photographs of hundreds
if not thousands of good-looking boys ranging from nine up to twelve and on
several occasion ranged up to fourteen or sixteen if they were partially
handsome. As dirty as it was, Duncan's ability to engage these boys in
sexual activity with him, their friends, brothers, cousins, or occasionally
even a few of his older close friends, the resulting photographs and rare
videos I was shown made the all the potentially disturbing scenes look
particularly erotic.
       It was obvious to anyone watching the videos or looking at the
photographs could tell the boys were enjoying themselves and not forced
into performing before the cameras. They freely allowed themselves to
experiment with others, while given directions in the best way to bring
pleasure to themselves and their co-stars, before Duncan finally involved
himself in the activity. Ultimately, he finally directed them to powerful
climaxes. Needless to say, I had no interest in ever entering the world
Duncan inhabited no matter how exciting and tempting he seemed to make it.
	I told Diane I would wait until after Labor Day to begin Noah's
lessons just in case she wanted to do something with her son, before we
began a normal teaching schedule. I explained to her I would run his
lessons on The Jefferson School calendar, so the following year that when
he started school he would already be adjusted to their schedule and would
be comfortable with it.
	Noah's lessons began the day after Labor Day without a hitch. I
discovered he was even brighter than I had expected. I knew he would excel
at The Jefferson School when he entered the following year. He loved
History, English, and Science, while he did well in Math it was not his
favorite subject. We started at eight in the morning when he came over and
broke for lunch at noon. After lunch, we either went down to the gym in the
complex, and I let him run on the track or swim laps in the indoor pool in
order to fulfill his PE requirement. Afterwards he returned to his
condominium to shower and change out of his workout clothes. He always
returned to my condominium wearing nothing more than his shorts and
boxer-briefs.
      I could see his body beginning to tone up slowly from his
exercises. I could not help myself one day, while Noah sat drinking a
cranberry juice after his workout at my kitchen table where we generally
did our lessons. I reached out and feeling first his slender arms, which
were still hairless, and then down to his toned chest and perky dime-sized
nipples. Finally, I slid my hands down to his developing abdomen
muscles. He rewarded my caresses with a soft sigh of contentment. As soon
as it dawned on me what I had done, I glanced down into Noah's innocent
face expecting to see suspicion, but instead saw him beaming up at me with
a big smile.
      "Wow Noah you are really developing into a handsome lad," I said
lamely trying to cover up my touches. I had never touched another student
like this ever, but there was something about Noah which made it difficult
to resist touching or caressing his tight little hairless body.
      "Thanks, but I could not have achieved anything without your help,"
Noah smiled at me taking another sip of his drink before his hand slid in
his shorts and grabbed a hold of his boy boner. "Do you have any books on
art?" He asked me.
      "Not really, but I have an art friend who has lots of them. Anything
in particular you were looking to learn," I asked him.
      "I want to learn how to draw, I met a boy at the outside pool over
the weekend, and we started playing and chatting. He told me he had learned
to draw and it was a lot of fun and he had a great teacher, so I thought it
would be something cool to learn to do."
      "I'll talk to my friend Duncan when he comes back home from Europe,
and ask him to recommend some books for you. Just out of curiosity what was
the boy's name, I wonder if I might know your new friend."
      "His name is Cole he is about a year or so older than I am. His
birthday is coming up and he invited me to come to his party," Noah
exclaimed excitedly.
      I was happy he started meeting new friends finally. I wondered if the
Cole he was talking about was a boy I had tutored a couple years back, but
I did not remember him being into art, he was always a big sports jock. I
did not think anymore about it since it was time for one of my regular
tutoring students. Noah settled down to do his homework I assigned for the
day.
      The doorbell rang and I went to get the door. It was Eric an
eleven-year old I had been working with for a couple years. He was bright,
but sometimes got confused with his math work and was afraid to ask for
help from the teacher. Eric's parents decided to start this school year off
with some extra tutoring, rather than wait until the trouble
developed. Eric was a cute shaggy haired blonde. He was a couple inches
taller than Noah was, but it looked to me, they were pretty close to the
same weight and build. Eric was still dressed in his school clothes when he
arrived.
      "Hey Mr. Elliott," Eric said with a smile as he dropped his book-bag
on the sofa, before opening it and rummaging through it to pull out his
homework.
	"Hi Eric how is school going so far," I asked knowing the school
year just started.
	"Actually pretty good I like all my teachers, and Mr. Folks, my art
teacher said my portfolio is good enough to put something in City Art
Contest," Eric said excitedly.
	"Wow Eric congratulations, I hope you do well," I told him, still
somewhat surprised he had become that much of an artist. He always talked
video gaming before, but it was nice to see he was moving away from that
brain-numbing garbage.
	Eric and I buried ourselves in his schoolwork for almost an hour,
before Noah popped out of the kitchen. "Hey Devon, mom just called and said
she was going to be late, she wonders if I can have a "proper" dinner with
you instead of ordering pizza at home," he asked making quotation marks
with his fingers.
	"Sure Noah, I have another steak it's not a problem," I replied
with a smile. I noticed that recently Diane needed to spend more time at
work, so I started planning my dinners to include Noah or even his mother
if necessary so that she would not need to cook after a long day at work.
	"Hi I'm Eric," Eric said standing up and walking over to shake
Noah's hand. For a second it looked like Eric was leering at the half-naked
Noah like a starving dog looking at the first piece of meat it has seen in
months. Yet it must have been my imagination. After all no eleven-year old
lusts after another eleven year old, do they?
	"I am Noah, I live next door. Devon is my teacher this year, he's
home schooling me," he explained to Eric.
	"I live upstairs right over your condo," giggled Eric. "We have to
be friends now," giving Noah a big smile as he shook hands with his new
friend. "Why don't you come up and visit me after you finish dinner?"
	Noah looked at me with an almost pleading puppy dog look, "Can I
go?"
	I ruffled Noah's hair as he leaned into me, "Oh course you can go
but I want you back here by eight," I chuckled. "You need to put on a shirt
though," I told him.
	"And you, no violent video games, I don't want Noah picking up bad
habits," I said wagging my finger at Eric in mock seriousness.
	"I promise no Call of Duty or Assassin's Creed, We can play
Minecraft, SSX, or Angry Birds," Eric said with a smile. "Noah is fine
dressed like that, I dress like that when at home too," he said smiling at
Noah. "Wow look at the time I need to get home and help with dinner, I'll
see you around six, okay Noah," Eric told his new friend as he gathered up
his books and study material before rushing out of the apartment.
	Noah's "Bye see you later," almost seemed to be hanging in the air
as the door shut behind Eric. "Eric's a bit excitable, but he good at
heart," I told a somewhat shocked Noah, who still stood in the middle of
the living room looking at the front door. As Noah stood there looking at
the door I noticed his shorts tented out. It bothered me I could not
remember if he had been that way when he first met Eric, at least though
his hand had not been in his shorts grabbing his little guy when they first
met. "Come on short stuff lets get dinner going, so you can hangout with
Eric."
	"I am not short," Noah, said indignantly giving me a serious look,
"I am vertically challenged," he continued giving me a huge smile before
following me in to the kitchen. "Well that's what Dad always used to say,"
he said sadly.
	I walked over and hugged the small fatherless lad, hoping he
understood he still had people around him that cared for him. My hands
caressed his smooth, soft shoulders, and back, which caused him to hold me
tighter. As I stood there comforting Noah I realized I had popped a boner
myself while giving him a hug. I started to panic as my body responded
naturally to feeling a hard, and I mean a really hard cock pressing against
me. My seven and half-inches were rock hard with need as I felt Noah's
hardon pressed against me. I wanted to pull away because I felt Noah
pressed against it, but I did not want to make the young boy feel I did not
really care about his pain. Fortunately, Noah pulled away before I did
anything I could possibly regret.
	"Thanks Devon," Noah smiled at me wiping his eyes.
	I breathed a sigh of relief Noah either did not notice, or chose to
ignore that fact I had gotten hard hugging him. Yet as much as I feared
what he might think about me being hard, I found myself increasingly
finding excuses to caress his smooth hairless young body. I never imagined
do this with other students, but there was something about Noah that seemed
to draw me to him. Yes, he had an unbelievable bubble butt, which men would
beg to fuck when he was older, I told myself he was too young for sex. I
only wanted to touch and savor his beauty. What was this boy doing to me?
	The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. I sent Noah off to go
play with Eric while I cleaned up. Afterwards I sat down to watch BBC
America, while I waited for Diane to come home from work. I still had a
petite steak ready to fix for her as well as sides if she needed to
eat. The doorbell roused me from my television program, it was Diane
looking worn out. I offered her a glass of wine while she relaxed and
unwound. I told her Noah had made friends with one of my tutoring students,
who happened to live right above their condominium. She was pleased he was
finally starting to meet friends. Diane told me about meeting a boy at the
pool over the weekend, who invited him to his birthday party. She hoped
there at the party he would meet some more friends.
	Noah showed up about a half hour after his mother arrived at my
place. He gave her a big kiss and hug before sitting himself next to
her. The love between the two was obvious to all who saw them together. He
curled up next to her on the sofa, while Diane talked about her job. She
also asked how things were going with Noah and his lessons, which I assured
her were going well. We sat chatting, while watched Nova, finally, about
nine she took him home for a bath and bed. He gave me a hug before he left.
	I moved out to my balcony patio since the colder autumn weather had
yet to envelope the area. I stared out at the ocean drinking wine, lost in
thought about the day and Noah. I felt comfortable no line was crossed, we
just shared a moment was all, and Noah did not seem off put by feeling my
hard on pressed against him. He also seemed to enjoy my touches, and after
all I was not trying to touch his private parts like some pervert. Yes,
everything was still good and I had not really crossed any line with the
handsome boy. Once I had reassured myself, I went to bed.
	The next day everything seemed back to normal. The only real
exception was I found myself touching Noah more and more. Instead of
protesting, my caresses he seemed make his body more available for my
touches. As I sat at the kitchen table with him, I could not resist lightly
running my fingers up and down his thighs, but never going beyond the
bottom of his shorts. I found him placing his legs against mine; once or
twice during the day I thought I felt him briefly touch my leg in the same
way, but when I looked, his hand was not there.
	The pattern of our days were pretty much set now as we settled into
a normal routine as September progressed into October. As the school year
progressed, the number of my tutoring students increased once again as
usual. Noah became friends with most of them. He began spending his
weekends hanging out with all his new friends in the complex. He could not
be happier.
	Duncan sent me an email letting me know he was returning from his
latest trip. He had been gone since before Diane and Noah moved in. He
usually spent his summers working in Europe, this year a Russian
businessman hired him at the end of the summer to come and actually paint
their portraits in oil. He finally finished the job and was returning home
this coming weekend. I was actually excited to get to see him again, as
much as I enjoyed Skyping or messaging it was not quite the same. I hated
to admit, but I was interested in hearing about his conquests in Europe
where he spent many of his summers now.
	I had been caring for his plants while he was gone, once or twice
Noah even accompanied upstairs to help me water Duncan's plants. He was
surprised at all the Native American pieces of art, as well as the
artwork. I explained Duncan was a full-blooded Lakota Sioux who was an
artist who traveled the world, several museums displayed his work I told
him. He was especially interested in some of the drawings of young boys his
age dressed in Native American garb. I had not really paid much attention
before to these particular drawings, but now I started looking closer at
them. The faces of a few of the Indian boys looked somewhat familiar,
almost like a few of the boys, I have tutored, but the hair in the drawings
did not match with the real boys. It had to be my imagination.
	"Wow these are really good," Noah smiled at me. "I think I want to
be a Native American for Halloween," he told me brightly. "I was thinking
about being a star wars character, but after seeing these I changed my
mind."
	I chuckled, "I think Duncan can give you some pointers costume-wise
when he comes back from his trip. He grew up on a reservation, his uncle
was a Shaman, who taught him a lot about their culture."
	"Sweet, when is he supposed to be back?" Noah asked me excitedly.
	"I received an email from Duncan telling he expected to return this
weekend. When he does I'll also ask him about an art book to help teach you
how to draw," I told the small boy as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders
as I ushered him out of the condominium and back down to mine to continue
with his lessons.
	Noah had become so comfortable with my caresses of his legs and
chest when shirtless at my place on occasion if I had not touched him in a
while he would take my hand and place it on his leg, before returning to
his school work. We never did anything outside my condominium, it was our
sanctuary and the caresses our secret. I never told Noah not to speak of
it, but he seemed to decide on his own to keep it private.
	Saturday rolled around and as usual, Diane and I were relaxing
together. Noah was hanging out with Eric and a few of his friends from
school. I think Diane told me they went to see some movie at Midway and
were going to Nicola Pizza afterwards. It was good to see Noah was getting
out and adjusting to his new home.
	The doorbell rang causing my heart to start racing as I got up to
answer it. Duncan smiled as I opened the door, "Devon, I would hug you, but
my hands are full," he chuckled.
	"Here let me help you," I said grabbing the bottles of white wine,
he was carrying. He held on to one of the portfolios under his arm when he
saw Diane sitting on the sofa. He handed me the other one to put in the
kitchen, so Diane would not see it and want to look at it.
	He whispered to me, "That one is for later," giving me a wink that
made me bone up instantly.
	Duncan walked into the living room to introduce himself to Diane. I
am sure her reaction to him was the same as mine the first time I met
him. Duncan is a full-blooded Lakota Sioux. His long hair more often than
not braided, so it hung over a shoulder, tonite he was wearing a pair of
traditional eagle motif earrings, which helped, drive home his Lakota
heritage. His 6' 2" body is perfectly proportioned and toned. His muscular
frame filled out his white dress shirt and his worn jeans, which caused
Diane to blush briefly as she stared at him. Duncan, still not even into
his mid-thirties radiated sexuality. He was bi-sexual, but preferred the
companionship of boys, but on more than one occasion I knew of he had sex
with a boy's mother in order to get access to her son.
	"Hello I am Duncan Longhorse a friend of Devon's," he said in his
sultry masculine voice introducing himself to Diane.
	"I'm Diane Finn, I moved in next door to Devon a few months ago
with my son Noah," Diane replied trying to keep from blushing.
	"If I had known such a lovely woman had moved in next door to Devon
I would have rushed back from Europe, rather than take that Russian
commission. Shame on you Devon for not mentioning you had a beautiful new
neighbor, and with a son too. No doubt, you adopted him because you are far
too young to have a child. How old is he?" Duncan stealthily asked her.
	"Noah is ten, but will be eleven on Halloween. He is with friends
this evening, though I know he would love to meet you. He's decided he
wanted to be a Native American at his party."
	"Oh I would love to meet Noah and give him pointers on
costuming. In fact I am pretty sure I have something he could wear that
would be authentic for Halloween," Duncan smiled at her.
	"I am homeschooling Noah for Diane, she didn't think after move and
various private issues he was quite ready." I did not want to mention her
husband's death unless she was ready.
	"It's alright Devon," she said taking the fresh glass of wine from
me. "My husband was trying to break up a fight at a football game," she
said softly.
	"Oh my god," I said realizing just who she and Noah actually
were. Her husband was a prominent doctor killed on national TV during a
play-off game. It was one of those deaths, which would always be out
there. I felt horrible for both her and Noah.
	"It's alright I've come to begin to deal with it," she replied
somewhat bashfully taking a drink from the wine glass. "This wine is
wonderful were did you find it?" She asked Duncan trying to lighten the
conversation.
	"I spent a fair bit of my summer in Croatia this year taking
photographs of families and working on yet another coffee table book,"
Duncan laughed as he grabbed the portfolio he had laid on my coffee
table. Thankfully, I had hidden the other one in the kitchen. I suspected
it would not inspire a lot of confidence in being around her son if she saw
it. "I found this wine while over there and had to bring some back for
Devon to try," he informed her clicking her glass and giving her one of
those looks I sure stirred her private parts.
	I positioned myself on an ottoman and looked at looked at the
photographs with Diane as Duncan explained them. It was easy to see why he
was world famous, he had an incredible eye for people and landscape. I was
surprised she did not think anything of the few nudist families he included
in the soon to be published work. She understood many Eastern Europeans had
different ideas of what was normal in family life. She shyly admitted that
when she and Asher had married they both ran around the apartment naked all
the time until after Noah was born. I suspected the wine was chiefly
responsible for the confession, and Duncan whispered it was all right, he
still did that now in his condominium. For a brief instant, I saw her leer
lustfully at Duncan, which he replied with a wink.
	At this point I spoke up, "Noah expressed an interest in drawing do
you have a book you would recommend for a beginner?" I asked Duncan hoping
to deflect him from trying to bed Diane.
	"Oh yes I have a few I can recommend to Noah, I generally recommend
them to most of my beginner students," he said giving me a knowing smile.
	Before I could say anymore, Diane cut in, "Oh you have students?
Would you mind teaching Noah some basics?" She asked placing her hand on
his arm giving Duncan a pleading smile.
	"Certainly I can teach him the basics, but he will need to practice
a lot to get better and improve his skills," Duncan replied to her,
slipping me a wink.
	"Maybe you can give him lessons during the day, while I am teaching
him. Art is a good thing to add to his curriculum," I said with a smile,
knowing this way I could prevent Duncan getting Noah alone and having sex
with him. This was one conquest I intended to prevent.
	"Yes I like that idea," Duncan replied giving me a smile as he
sipped his wine.
	The three of us sat there in the living room drinking wine and
talking. Diane asked Duncan about his trip and he gave her what I would
later learn was a very censored version. All I can say is incest is
extremely popular in Eastern Europe and Duncan had both the photographs and
videos to prove it.
      About nine, Noah returned from his night out with his friends. He
stopped and stared at Duncan in awe, before he shyly introduced himself to
the strange Native American sitting in my living room. Diane explained who
Duncan was and that he promised to help teach him how to draw, as well as
help him with his costume for his Halloween birthday party.
      I was almost surprised Duncan did not start drooling as soon as he
saw Noah. I know he almost blew his load when Noah sat down on his mother's
lap as we talked and as he listened to us adults talking he slid his hand
down into his shorts grabbing a hold of little Noah. Once his mother
noticed she spanked his hand and he pulled it hand from his shorts.
      "Come along Noah its bath time and then bed for you," Diane said with
a smile pushing Noah off her lap. "Goodness you are too big to sit in my
lap anymore," she smiled at Noah giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was so
nice to meet you Duncan, I hope we can spend more time with you," She said
giving Duncan a kiss on the cheek.
      "Oh I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other as we become
"close" friends. Good night my little Indian brave," He said to Noah
standing up and ruffling the small boy's hair.
      "Good night Mr. Longhorse," Noah said beaming at the man.
      "Good night Noah," he said smiling.
      "Good night Devon, I'll see you tomorrow," Noah said giving me a hug
before heading home with his mother.
      "Good night Devon," she called to me as she began closing the door,
before entering the already open door left by Noah.
      "Well that was definitely interesting," Duncan chuckled as he drank
more of his wine. "I can already tell the boy cares for you," he continued
getting up and retrieving the hidden portfolio, pausing only to refill his
glass. "I think you will enjoy some of these, oh I also have a video I knew
you will enjoy. It's two Russian brothers, one fourteen and the other
twelve playing with one another, I joined them later and needless to say I
wasn't the first man who enjoyed them. They have been playing together
since an uncle taught them the joys of sex when they were nine and
eleven. I thought you would enjoy it, since they are older. They also shoot
big loads when they spooge," he chuckled reaching over to feel my hard
on. "I missed you," he said leaning into me and kissing me deep.
      Needless to say, after looking at his private collection from his
trip and watching the DVD we were wound up. He took pity as he always did
after his long trips and entered me gently, before finally pounding me
senseless. We woke late and I fixed us breakfast, as he thumbed through the
photographs of the boys having sex.
      "The boys in Europe are so more open about sex, than American
boys. American's can be such prudes sometimes, until you show them the
freedom and joys of the human body," Duncan said giving me a knowing smile.
      I knew though on some of his trips across the US he managed to
interest countless boys into the joys of sex. I wondered how some of his
clients would react knowing their young sons were no longer virgins, and
most had become sluts as result. I had seen enough evidence over the years
to know this was the truth. Once long ago, Duncan explained one of the
things, which made the boys so slutty, was their constant search to orgasm
repeatedly. There was a need to duplicate the experience of their first
time with him. They needed the sensation of pleasure from multiple
climaxes.
      I was plating the freshly made pancakes and bacon, when I heard a
knock on the door. Duncan offered to get it, "Well hello little brave," I
heard him say, before I heard the door close.
	"Hello Mr. Longhorse," I heard Noah say as he entered.
      "Hi Devon," said Noah brightly hopping up on one of the counter seats
to watch me hand Duncan a plate before taking my plate and sitting
down. Noah was wearing a pair of blue cargo shorts and underwear and
nothing else as usual for him.
      "Hi," I smiled at my young neighbor. "What are you up to today?" I
asked curious at what he thought about Duncan answering my door wearing
nothing but a pair of worn jeans. Duncan was commando as always having not
worn underwear since he was six. His jeans were low enough you could see
just the very top of his trimmed pubes sticking above the waistband of
them.
      "I thought I would stop by and see if you would take me to
Mr. Longhorse to get the drawing book and if he would let me look at the
costume he promised to loan me," he said shyly eying the bare-chested
Duncan.
      Duncan laughed gently, "We all can head up to my condo after Devon
and I finish this delicious looking breakfast and see what I have laying
around. How does that sound? But please call me Duncan, you make me feel
like my father when you call me by my last name."
      "Sweet, Duncan" Noah exclaimed excitedly. "Why are you eating
breakfast down here and not in your own place?" Noah asked unexpectedly.
      "Devon and I are really good and close friends, since I travel a lot
I don't always have a lot of food in my condo when I first come back home
he kindly makes me breakfast before I go out to do my shopping," he told
Noah, covering up the fact we spent the night together.
      "Yeah he's cool like that, he did the same thing when my mom and I
moved in back in June," Noah said smiling at accepting Duncan's
explanation. "He's a good friend. He's my best friend," Noah admitted
shyly.
      "Thank you Noah, you are my best friend too," I said fearing that if
I did not say that he would feel hurt. My response caused him to give me an
even bigger smile.
      "Devon is my best friend too," Duncan told Noah. "He keeps an eye on
me and helps take good care of me. I hope you and I can be good friends
too," he said giving the small boy a seductive smile.
      "Really? Wow, I would love being your friend," Noah said reaching out
and hugging Duncan.
      I knew I would need to keep a close watch on Noah. Duncan commented
the night before as we were looking at photographs of the boys he had taken
in Europe Noah was easily as good looking as these boys were if not
cuter. I knew right off, what that meant, and I did not intend Noah to
become another notch on his totem pole so to speak. Noah was too sweet and
innocent, and there was no way I would let my boy enter that world until he
was older and ready.
      Did I just think of Noah as my boy? I did, he had managed in a short
time firmly to insert himself in my heart and mind. I had started thinking
of the small fatherless boy as a son. I wanted to keep him from harm.
      Duncan and I finished our breakfast, while we all sat there
talking. Noah asked Duncan about growing up on the plains. I found myself
just as absorbed in Duncan's story telling as Noah. Duncan had never before
talked about his youth and I found it fascinating.
      Finally, Duncan ended his story telling of his youth on a
reservation. "Well I think its time to get you a book on drawing, and let
you pick something to wear for your Halloween/birthday party," he said
taking both his and my plate before putting them in the dishwasher.
      "Sweet," said Noah excitedly hopping off the counter stool.
      Duncan walked over and grabbed the portfolio of boy sex photographs
not wanting to leave it lying around in case someone should start looking
through it. "You can hold on to the DVD," he said giving me a smile. "I
know how much you enjoyed it. I can make more copies if I need to," he
chuckled heading towards the door.
      I quickly popped in my room to grab a pair of flip-flops, before
joining Noah and Duncan. I paused briefly in the doorway of my bedroom
seeing Duncan with his bare arm wrapped around Noah's bare shoulder. His
hand hung down over Noah's dime-sized nipples and one of his fingers slowly
and lightly teased the little nub so it now sticking out like a tiny pencil
eraser. I swallowed hard as soon as I saw Noah's hand shoved down in his
shorts not just gripping his hardon, but also actually moving his hand up
and own on it. Noah occasionally did that when he gripped his little
guy. Again, Diane informed me this was normal for him and he would grow out
of in time.
	I needed to talk to and explain to Duncan, Noah was not horny it
was only a quirk of his. After giving me a seductive smile, he removed his
arm from Noah and opened the door. He decided to leave his shirt and
moccasins in my bedroom, so there was no need to offer any explanation to
Noah about why his clothes were in my bedroom. As we headed out, I wrapped
my arm around Noah's bare shoulders protectively, he leaned into me as soon
as I did looking up at me with a smile of contentment. "Hand Noah," I
reminded him and at once, he pulled it from his shorts, but it was obvious
his hardon remained prominent in his shorts as we walked out of the
condominium.
	We took the elevator up to Duncan's condominium, Noah was pleased
to discover his new friend Eric's home was next door to Duncan's place. It
suddenly clicked in my brain, I never realized he lived so close to
Duncan. Yet, I could not imagine Duncan would ever risk fucking a boy so
close to home. He hinted before he had fucked boys in the complex, but I
always thought he had come across them in pool area or the beach in front
of the complex. I knew some teens went down there to smoke weed or drink,
and I knew he would fuck older boys and teens if he could not find his
preferred taste.
	His place still had the look of someone, who had just returned from
a long trip. Mail piled on the kitchen counter, photographic cases
scattered around the living room, with only a few apparently making it to
the bedroom I knew he used as an art studio. The third bedroom, he turned
into a darkroom, but now days with the digital age, he used it as a studio
for "special" clients who had very specialized tastes in their artwork.
	"Pardon my mess, I was so excited to get home and see Devon again I
did not get unpacked and put everything away," Duncan told Noah as he
ushered him into the condominium. After spending time with your mother and
Devon I just crashed after you left," he grinned at me covering up the fact
he spent the night at my place.
	"That's all right, mom always says my room looks like a bomb went
off in it," he said turning and smiling at Duncan. "I hope you don't mind
but Devon brought me here a couple times to help water your plants."
	"Mi casa es su casa," Duncan said smiling at the small boy, I knew
he wanted to fuck. I noticed as Duncan guided Noah deeper in his
condominium toward the bedroom he turned into a studio, his thick large
cock now snaked down the leg of his jeans turned on by Noah's unintentional
hardon and view of Noah's perfect bubble butt displayed in the tight cargo
shorts.
	I was determined that would never happen, I would protect my boy
from Duncan. I did not mind his choice in sexual partners, but this was one
I would deny him. Noah had become like a son to me, and I wanted to
preserve his innocence as long as possible.
	Duncan let Noah sit on his futon in his studio as he began to
search the closet for clothes. He pulled out a few breech clothes asking
Noah to stretch his arms out to the sides, before he smiled setting one
down on the futon next to the small boy. He asked Noah to join him by the
closet as he pulled out a couple pairs of buckskin leggings before he found
a pair, which looked at if they would fit Noah. He searched through a
drawer filled with beaded necklaces before finding what he was looking for,
meanwhile he had Noah try on a few pair of moccasins to find a pair that
fit. Finally, he pulled out a black wig with two long braids and a couple
feathers. As I sat there next to Noah I realized some of the drawings on
the walls of his condominium, very well could have been some of the boys I
tutored dressed in Indian garb. If that was the case, did Duncan have sex
with them? I hoped not, but I understood there was now a distinct
possibility he had.
	Duncan startled me out of my thoughts about which of my tutoring
students he had sex with when he said, "Okay Noah take you clothes off." I
shot a shocked look at Duncan as Noah stood up without question, dropping
his shorts, and bending over displaying his incredible ass to me as he
pushed down a pair of purple camouflage underwear and stepped out of them
before moving over towards Duncan.
	I watched Duncan turn Noah to face me as he began to show the small
boy how to put on a breechcloth. I was relieved Noah had lost his hardon as
I watched Duncan slowly run his hands over Noah's silky smooth still
hairless legs and body, and up to Noah's groin before having the boy hold
both ends of the breechcloth up as Duncan tied a rope around Noah's narrow
waist.
	Noah's cock had shrunk down to about an inch and a half. I found
myself slightly turned on discovering he was uncut. Once Duncan had Noah
secured in his breechcloth, he pulled back a bit giving Noah a hard look.
	"Actually, I think you would look better without the buckskin
leggings. If you get cold, we can always add them to the costume, but I
like you like this," he smiled at the ten-year old in front of him, but he
gave me a quick wink, which spoke volumes. "Let's get you fully dressed and
see what Devon thinks about you looking studly in your costume," he said
running his large hands up and down briefly caressing the slender,
hairless, tanned legs.
	Duncan placed the beaded necklace around Noah's neck so it hung
almost all the way down to his naval. Next, he pulled the wig on my small
charge, I could not believe how much the wig transformed Noah. He actually
looked like a Lakota Sioux boy. "Here try on the moccasins," he said
holding Noah's feet up one a foot at time putting the moccasins on the
small feet.
	"Well Devon, does Noah look like a proper Lakota brave?" Duncan
asked he as he turned Noah to face me.
	"Do I Devon? Do I look like one?" Noah asked excitedly.
	Chuckling, "Yes you do look like a fierce warrior brave," I said
looking at Noah standing mere inches in front of me. I hated to admit, but
he actually looked hot in the costume. I could see why Duncan liked boys
modeling in Indian garb. I noticed as I sat there looking at Noah, Duncan
knelt beside him with his hand on Noah thigh. I watched spellbound as a
long finger slid inside the breechcloth and appeared to rub against Noah's
small balls. I watched as the stimulation caused his boy dick to harden to
its full three inches and heard the barest of moans leave his mouth as he
experienced his first sexual stimulation.
	Noah gave a small gasp of sexual pleasure shuddering briefly as his
body tried to process the sensations flooding his young body. He reached
out grasping my arms as I sat in front of him trying to steady himself as
he spread his legs opening up further to Duncan. My friend instead of
continuing his caressing of Noah's tiny balls withdrew his finger. He
turned Noah and guided him to my lap, I tried to shift and adjust my newly
formed hardon before Duncan planted my neighbor directly on top of it, but
he prevented me.
	"Here let me get some photographs of the two of you together,"
Duncan, said standing up. "You guys make a cute couple," he said, as Noah
leaned back against me and smiling in contentment.
	My mind was in total turmoil from everything, which had happened so
far. I tried to fight me desire to run my hands all over the half-naked boy
now seated on my lap, but I lost the battle and slowly caressed his naked
chest as he leaned back against me. If he had been a cat Noah would have
been purring from my touches. I could not help but lower my head and inhale
deeply smelling his hair, the smell of his shampoo and conditioner,
grapefruit mixed with camellia petals and lily filled my nose. My rock hard
cock throbbed with each breath I took, with Noah seated on my lap. I
resisted the temptation though to slide my hands into his breechcloth and
feel his hard boy cock, which tented the breechcloth out almost obscenely.
	While Duncan looked for a memory card to put in the camera he
chose, he grinned at me trying to resist the temptation to molest the boy
on my lap. Duncan's worn jeans seemed barely able to contain his hefty
cock, as he enjoyed the image of two of us together.
	Noah quickly started hamming it up for the camera as he bounced
around on my lap making my hardon even harder if possible as Duncan
photographed the two of us together. Finally, when Duncan said he was
finished taking pictures he pulled Noah off my lap and gave him a hug. As
Noah turned to put his shorts and underwear back on I noticed how tented
out his breechcloth actually was as he stood there loosing the thin cloth
strip which held it in place.
	I hated to admit it to myself, but I wanted to see him naked now
with his hardon on display for me. It was wrong to think that way, but
there was something about this whole situation, which turned me on more
than I wanted to admit.
	"Let's leave your boy to change, while I get a couple drawing books
for him," Duncan grinned at me pulling me off the futon and ushering me
from the room, before Noah could show me his naked body and hardon. "I
wouldn't want to lead you into any temptation with Noah," Duncan chuckled
whispering into my ear as he led me back into the living room.
	I felt deprived at first, denied the opportunity by Duncan to see
Noah in his full glory, but I realized in the end Duncan was right. I did
not want my pure image of Noah tainted by lust. Duncan, I understood was
merely showing me how easy it was being seduced by the beauty of a young
boy.
	Noah shortly popped out of the studio with his costume carefully
folded up. "I left the leggings on one of the tables in your studio, since
you said I did not need them right now," Noah told Duncan. "Thank you so
much for loaning these to me for my Halloween/birthday party.
	"It's not a problem Noah, any friend of Devon's is a friend of
mine," he said pulling the small boy into a tight hug. As they stood there,
he freely ran his hand up and down Noah's bare back almost allowing his
fingers to slide inside the back of Noah's shorts, giving me a grin which
told me both he and Noah still had hardons. He let Noah go finally, and as
he did, I noticed a small wet spot on his jeans where his cock head began
leaking precum during the hug. "There are a couple of drawing books, which
should get you started," Duncan told Noah pointing to a couple of books
lying on the coffee table.
	"Thanks," Noah exclaimed bending over giving Duncan a prefect view
of Noah's tight bubble butt still clothed fortunately, as he picked up the
books.
	If I had not been there protecting Noah, I had no doubt Duncan
would be working on getting Noah in his bed. This was the first time I had
watched Duncan at work luring a boy into his bed, I was surprised at the
ease he handled Noah. I needed to keep a close eye on Noah in order to
protect him.
	"We better get going and give you some time get things back in
order after your long trip," I told Duncan as I carefully eased Noah
towards the door.
	Duncan chuckled realizing what I was doing, "Yeah I need to get the
place ready again for my local clients and models," Duncan said winking at
me. "I'll see you tomorrow for your first drawing lesson, little brave,"
Duncan said walking over to us and kneeling down reaching out to muss
Noah's hair giving him a seductive smile. "I'll stop by before lunch at
Devon's to show you a few things to get you started," he grinned up at me,
silently acknowledging my need to keep Noah close and not be alone with
Duncan.
	"I'll see you later today then after you are settled back in," I
smiled at Duncan. I did not want our friendship damaged as a result of what
happened today with Noah in his condominium.
	"Come up for dinner Dev, I picked up a few interesting Croatian
recipes you may enjoy," Duncan said standing up and giving me a hug. "See
you tomorrow Noah for your first lesson," he smiled, reaching out and
stroking the small ten-year old boy's face lovingly, but with an almost
seductive touch.
	Noah and I left heading towards the elevator, just as we got on
board, we heard a door open down the hallway. Noah stuck his head out
checking to see if we needed to hold the elevator for someone. He smiled
and waved, before pulling back pushing the button for our floor.
	"Someone you know?" I asked mildly curious at who he waved at down
the hall.
	"Yeah, it was just Eric," he said trying to keep one of his drawing
books from slipping from his hand.
	"Should we have held the elevator?" I asked concerned.
	"Nah, he was just visiting Duncan," he said.
	I suddenly looked at Noah shocked at what he said. Eric was
visiting Duncan. How long had this been going on? As much as I wanted to
deny it, I had no doubt Duncan had fucked eleven-year old Eric and the boy
enjoyed it enough to return. I closed my eyes trying to process this news,
but instead of wiping the thought from my mind, I clearly pictured Eric in
his swimsuit locked in a passionate embrace with a naked Duncan. My cock
pushed against my pants as I thought of Eric and Duncan fucking.
	The elevator door chimed as we reached our floor. Noah and I exited
and headed to our respective homes. Noah told me as we walked to our
condominiums he and his mother were going to go shopping that afternoon,
and would try to see me later.
	"Thanks Devon," he said with a smile as he leaned in against me
briefly before opening his door and greeting his mother.
	I opened my door and entered trying to process everything that
happened this morning. I decided as I poured myself a cup of coffee, that I
would have Duncan do all his drawing lessons here, so I could keep my eye
on the two of them. Duncan's decision to come right before lunch, ensured
that as they worked at my kitchen table I could watch them as I made lunch
for all of us. Noah would be safe and protected. I sat down and watched my
Sunday British murder mysteries, trying not to think of Eric's cute face
contorted in pleasure as Duncan pounded his tight little eleven-year old
ass.
	Around six, Duncan called me, letting me know dinner was ready. He
told me not to worry about bringing any wine, he already had something to
go with the meal. I wondered what he had planned, after growing up on a
reservation in South Dakota, Duncan set out to become a gourmet. His
success as a photographer and artist also guaranteed his success as a
gourmet. He loved to cook dishes he discovered on his trips around the
world. I have to admit I enjoyed eating them.
	Duncan greeted me as though the whole Noah thing had never
happened, which was good I hated to think our long friendship could be
ruined by a mere boy. We talked and drank wine as Duncan plated the meal. I
could not help, but look around his condominium wondering where he had
fucked Eric. Did they do it on the leather couch, there in the kitchen on
the counter, or his studio where his video cameras captured the mating of
the tall, powerful man and the slender small boy. I grew hard at the
thought of their sexual escapades. I almost found myself tempted, and
asking if Duncan had any videos or photographs of Eric naked or having sex
with him.
      We had a wonderful Dalmatian rabbit with roasted fingerling potatoes
roasted with olive oil and rosemary. We drank an amazing Croatian Teran
with the meal, and finished up with a Posip to go with the aged cheeses and
fruit we had dessert. Life was good I thought as I settled down on the
couch waiting for Duncan to bring over some coffee and Cognac.
	"Well I hoped you enjoyed the meal, I first had it at a quaint
little restaurant on the way to Koversada Villas, a naturist resort near
Vrsar in Istria, Croatia," he chuckled. "I had a beautiful view of Lim Bay
along with all the additional accompanying enhancements which made it a
breathtaking view from my bedroom window," he laughed. I knew of course
that he was talking about the nude boys and teens on display for him there
at the resort. I knew from the various photographs he showed me previously
he had gotten to know a fair number of them up close and personal, not
counting the ones closer to Noah's age he chose not to show me.
	We sat there and talked about the different things going on in our
lives. Duncan suggested when he had his next opening in New York I attend
with him. He felt it was time I actually enjoyed my retirement and do a
little traveling. New York would be a good start, and I could enjoy meeting
some of his clients at the gallery. The Russian intended to fly in for the
exhibition, he was looking forward to acquiring some addition artwork from
Duncan. I agreed, since it would be during the Christmas holiday and school
would be out for all my tutoring students. Finally, we both called it a
night and I headed home to bed, after all, I had lessons in the morning,
and it would not do to yawn while teaching. Duncan was also still adjusting
to his jet lag.
	"Hey kiddo," I said smiling at a grinning Noah as he entered my
condominium dressed in a shiny pair of basketball shorts and underwear the
next morning. "How are you doing today?" I asked as he settled at my
kitchen table with his books and notebooks.
	"Fantastic Devon, mom took me to a sports store yesterday and
bought me a starter set of bow and arrows to go with my costume. I'm going
to look so awesome," he exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks for introducing me to
Mr. Longhorse, I mean Duncan," he said giving me a quick hug.
	We settled in to our normal routine, starting with math. He slid
closer to me rubbing his leg against mine as we worked on a couple of
problems dealing with fractions. Afterwards we moved to language arts,
where as we looked over his grammar tasks he reached out without saying
anything and placed my hand on his bare leg. He was missing my caresses,
and it was his way to say touch him. How could I resist? As we moved to the
reading portion, he settled against me content I was once again running my
fingers lightly up and down his leg. I let myself go and just enjoyed the
feel of his soft, smooth skin under my fingers as he read from Hatchet by
Gary Paulson. I loved listening to his still unbroken voice almost girlish
voice.
      We took a quick drink break after the second hour. I fixed some
coffee, and handed Noah his favorite, a glass of unsweetened tea flavored
with just lemon. Noah was excited for the next subject, history. We were
studying ancient Greece and Alexander the Great.
      While Noah finished working on some questions, comparing what life
was like in Athens and Sparta the doorbell rang. It was Duncan right on
time. I went to let him in, while Noah hurried to finish his history work.
      "Good morning," Duncan said with a smile as he entered. "Hope I'm not
too early," he said carrying a large Canson sketchpad and the messenger
bag, he usually carried his art supplies. He was dressed in his usual worn
jeans, moccasins and a light blue stone washed denim shirt open partway
down his chest.
      "No actually if anything you are slightly early. Noah is just
finishing some history work. We would normally head down to the complex's
gym to do a little working out after our history lessons," I said ushering
Duncan into the kitchen and pouring him a cup of coffee.
      "Greetings little brave," Duncan waved at Noah as he took a sip of
coffee.
      "HI!" Noah replied with a huge smile. "I'm on my next to last
question," he exclaimed and went back to work.
      "Good job Noah, finish up and then you can start your drawing
lessons," I said with a smile.
      It was then I noticed he had popped another of his frequent boners,
and as always his tiny hand slid down between his boyish tummy and his
underwear grasping his cock as he focused on answering the last two
questions. I had forgotten the night before to mention to Duncan Noah's
habit of grabbing his cock anytime it got hard. It was too late now to do
so now, I would have to tell Duncan latter after Noah left for the day. I
tried to distract Duncan from what Noah was doing with his hand by offering
him some cookies to go with his coffee.
	"All finished," Noah, declared closing his book and notebook
setting them aside clearing the space in front of him. "I'm all yours,
teach me everything," he demanded with an innocent smile.
	I almost thought Duncan would choke to death on his coffee at
Noah's demand. I know I would have if I had been taking a sip of mine. Kids
can say the darndest things sometimes and not realize the hidden meanings.
	Once he had his cough under control, Duncan sat down next to Noah
opening his messenger bag. He pulled out a fresh smaller Canson sketchpad
for Noah, as well as some 2B Tombow pencils and a white plastic eraser as
well as a grey kneaded eraser for Noah to use while drawing. Duncan also
pulled out three Styrofoam shapes, a cone, a sphere, and a cube setting
them in the middle of the table.
	"What are those for?" Noah asked clearly puzzled.
	Duncan chuckled lightly, "Well you asked me to teach you how to
draw," he said reaching out and ruffling the ten-year old's hair. "These
will help teach you the basics of drawing, much like learning the scales
for piano."
	"Oh," replied Noah sounding a little disappointed. "I guess I
thought we would start with people."
	"You have a little ways to go first, that would be like me giving
you the keys to my car and then telling you to go to the market and get me
some ice cream. You might get the car started, but I doubt you would get
very far driving it before you wrecked it. Maybe by Christmas I can have
you sketching people," he said gently. "Remember everyone who is an expert
now started as a beginner," he said smiling.
	"Okay, that makes sense," Noah said.
	"Don't worry my little brave I'll teach you everything you need to
know," Duncan told his latest student giving Noah a warm smile, before
handing him a pencil. "Watch how I do it, then you can try it on your own,"
he said scooting closer to Noah, until they were touching. Noah smiled as
he became engrossed in watching Duncan bring the objects to life on paper.
	Once he was pleased with his work Duncan showed it to Noah. "Okay
now it's your turn Noah," he said handing the boy a pencil.
	I began to focus on making lunch, now satisfied all that was
happening was drawing between the two. I pulled frozen lasagna from the
freezer, before turning on the oven. I watched Noah look first at Duncan's
work, then at the three shapes and back again at the sketchbook.
	"Wow they look so real Duncan," Noah exclaimed. He started to draw,
but Duncan stopped him.
	"No hold the pencil more like this," Duncan said standing up and
moving behind Noah reaching around the small boy and adjusting the pencil
position in his hand. "Yes, there like that, Noah," he said pleased as his
chest made contact with the ten-year old's bare back. "Now try and draw the
shapes. Don't worry if they aren't perfect, because we are just getting a
feel for our tools."
	I took Noah another glass of tea, pausing to watch him attempt
crudely to draw the shapes as Duncan had done. I noticed while standing
there Duncan's fingers lightly caressing Noah's neck as he worked on a
second shape. I did not feel comfortable in telling my friend to stop,
since it was really no more than I had done with Noah. I did not want the
boy to think being touched like this as something wrong, so I remained
silent. Duncan merely smiled at me and asked for a refill of his coffee. I
refilled his cup, just as the preheat buzzer went off on the oven.
	I returned to the kitchen placing our entre in the oven, before
going back to fixing lunch, I left the two artists to continue with their
work. I pulled out some lettuce, carrots, mushrooms, radishes, grape
tomatoes and some blue cheese crumbles to make some salads to go with our
lasagna. As I worked on the salad, I would glance up and check on Noah and
Duncan.
	"Here," I heard Noah say when he presented his drawings to Duncan
for inspection. "They're pretty bad aren't they?" Noah said, sounding
dejected.
	"They aren't really that bad for a first attempt," Duncan smiled at
his small student giving him a brief hug. "Here let me show you how to
sketch construction lines." Duncan proceeded to show Noah how to draw. I
was amazed at how Duncan explained it so easily to the boy. Teaching him
how to check for proportions and how to use shading. Duncan really was a
good teacher and Noah proved a fast learner, soon his sketches were almost
equal to his teacher's sketches.
	I started to carry the coffee pot over to refill Duncan's cup, when
I noticed his hand slowly caressing Noah's bare leg, just as I often did
when the two of us worked on his schoolwork. Duncan glanced up at me and
smiled as he let his fingers slip under the leg of the shorts. Noah opened
his legs a little further as if encouraging Duncan to let his hand slide
further up his shorts. His shorts tented out obscenely showing the world
his rock hard boyhood.
	"You are doing extremely well Noah," Duncan told his student. "I
think you are ready for a new shape," he said reaching down in his bag
pulling out an elongated cylinder placing it on the table. "Let me show you
how to draw an elongated cylinder," Duncan said with a sly smile. "This is
a shape you're probably very familiar with, just sketch what I sketch,"
Duncan sketched out a rough drawing of a cylinder as Noah carefully copied
him. I watched as Duncan started adding little details to it. My horror
grew as I realized what Duncan was showing Noah how to draw. He was drawing
a penis and not just any penis, but his own! I needed to stop this, but I
was frozen mute in place as I watched the increasingly sexual scene unfold
before me. Noah quickly recognized the shape too.
	"That's a wiener," Noah giggled. "It almost looks like mine," he
said pulling his waistband out and down giving both Duncan and I our first
glimpse of his hard three-inch boy cock. It was a remarkable sight.
	"Yes it almost does," Duncan, said giving me a broad smile as he
reached out to grasp the displayed hardon.
	Noah gasped as he felt someone else's hand touch his dick for the
very first time. My mouth went dry as I watched Duncan slowly stroking
Noah's hard cock gently pulling back Noah's foreskin, causing the ten-year
old boy to moan in pleasure from the new feelings he was
experiencing. Evidently he had never actually truly stroked his own cock
like this, only held in his hand and squeezed it, now someone was showing
him what pleasure his cock was now capable of having.
	"Here since you showed me your beautiful boy cock, would you like
to see my warrior cock little brave?" Duncan said smiling as he stared
directly at me.  Noah slowly nodded yes as his eyes focused on Duncan's
hard bulge that was showing prominently in the crotch of his torn
jeans. Duncan let go of Noah's cock as he stood up and first finished
unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, before unbuttoning his worn jeans,
sliding them down his muscular legs, and removing them completely. Duncan
stood completely naked before Noah looking every inch the proud Lakota
Sioux he was. His thick almost eight-inch uncut manhood stood proudly
before the astonished, but curious boy. The very tip of his hardon
glistened with oozing precum through the hood's opening.
	"Wow, you're so big," Noah exclaimed as he leaned first one way and
then the other trying to get a look at all of the manhood presented to
him. "You're leaking stuff from the end. Do you need to go to the
bathroom?"
	Duncan chuckled, "No little brave, that is called precum and is
good to eat or use as lube doing really fun things with boys," he said
smiling again at me as he inched closer to Noah's face with his cock.
	I stood there at the counter paralyzed by the scene unfolding
before me. My best friend in the world was beginning to seduce my next-door
neighbor's ten-year old son. A boy I had begun to realize I had feelings
for, but I could not move to prevent the actions in front of me. I knew I
should move and stop this now before it went any further, but my own hardon
kept me pinned to the counter. Duncan knew without questioning me that
watching his seduction of Noah turned me on incredibly.
	"Here stand up a minute," Duncan motioned Noah to stand as he knelt
down in front of the boy. The next thing Noah and I knew he was pulling
Noah's shorts and underwear off completely. He tossed them so they landed
on the counter in front of me, his way of daring me to inhale the wonderful
boy scent lingering in his boxer-briefs. "There that feels a lot better
doesn't it?" He asked as he began to run his large hands all over the
hairless smooth boy body in front of him. I almost felt jealous of his
hands exploring Noah's body, I wanted to be the one to savor his young
body.
	I watched Duncan tease, play, and suck on Noah's tiny dime-sized
nipples until they were hard as pencil erasers and mini moans of pleasure
almost seemed torn from his young throat from Duncan's expert
ministrations.
	"Feels good doesn't little brave to have your little nips played
with by a real warrior," Duncan asked as he pinched and twisted them making
Noah moan louder in pleasure.
	"God yes!" Noah declared overcome by the sensations Duncan was
creating in his innocent body.
	"Fuck yeah feels good my little brave, I'm going to make you feel
so many good things today before I'm finished teaching you what you are,"
Duncan pledged Noah.
	I needed to stop this and stop it now, because I knew though Noah
didn't yet know Duncan had announced to me that he was going to fuck Noah
and fuck him good. I couldn't let it go on anymore, but the look in
Duncan's eyes wouldn't let me stop it. It demanded I continue to watch him
molest Noah, so I continued to watch.
	Duncan turned Noah so he was now leaning back against the kitchen
table, while Duncan continued to kneel in front of him. "Playing with you
nips is fun, but there are a couple other things that are even more fun and
will really rock your boat good little brave," Duncan told Noah. He reached
out and pulled Noah's hood down away from his gland before he deep throated
the three-inch boy cock.
	"Oh shit!" Noah almost squealed in pleasure as he experienced his
first blowjob.
      I watched amazed as he worked his mouth and tongue over the
inexperienced boy cock showing him what a mouth was capable of doing to a
hard cock. Noah started instinctually face-fucking Duncan as his body took
control of his actions. His boyish mind surrendered to the primitive
animalistic emotions and sensations. His body knew something was happening
but not what, but it would do anything now to reach what it knew was a
promised land of pleasure. I hated to admit it but I wanted to see that
first climax. Duncan kneaded Noah's bubble butt as he worked to bring Noah
to his first climax, meanwhile Noah's fingers wrapped themselves in
Duncan's thick black hair as he continued to buck his hairless groin
against his molester's face. I could tell he was nearly there at the point
of no return and I needed to witness it.
      "OH GOD! OH SHIT!" Noah howled as his immature boy cock tried to fire
non-existent sperm into Duncan's sucking mouth. I was glad everyone on this
floor of the complex worked and was gone, otherwise we would have people
banging on the door wanting to know what was wrong.
      Noah panted hard still leaning over Duncan trying to process what had
just happened to him. "That...was...amazing!" Noah finally said with a
smile as he began to straighten back up and lean against the table for
stability.
      "Yeah little brave, that was pretty fucking fantastic. I'm gonna give
you at least three more before we take a break," he chuckled letting Noah
and myself know he was nowhere finished with the ten-year old boy.
      "Really?" Noah asked with a huge smile. "Three more?"
      "At least three more little brave," Duncan said grinning at me like a
Cheshire Cat. "Now it's your turn to suck on my cock like a good little
brave," Duncan commanded as he sat down in Noah's chair. He reached out
grabbing Noah's shoulder and guiding him down to his knees in front of the
impressive cock standing at attention waiting for Noah's small boyish mouth
to begin it's worship of Duncan's manhood.
      Noah looked nervously at what no doubt looked like a massive cock to
him. Slowly he reached out taking the heavy cock in his hand, pushing back
hood as he had seen Duncan do to him, now exposing the glistening tip
coated in precum. He extended his tiny tongue as he lowered his head toward
the potent mancock in front of him.
      I held my breath as the moment of truth arrived. Would Noah become a
full-blown cocksucker or would he reject the pulsing object before him? I
could not help but squeeze my cock as I watched Noah take his first lick,
then second, and finally opened his mouth as wide as he could as his lips
closed around the large plum sized gland. I watched as he began bobbing up
and down on Duncan's thick cock. Noah never really made it much past the
midway point but from Duncan's moans, he seemed to do a credible job at the
task set before him. Noah's new sex instructor assisted by telling him
things to do to improve Duncan's pleasure.
      "You're such a good little cocksucker boy, just like I knew you would
be when I first met you. Your red plump lips look so good wrapped around my
cock," Duncan lustfully declared shooting me a toothy grin. "You are going
to make a lot of warriors happy with that little mouth of yours, especially
once I have it broken in properly," he chuckled pushing Noah a little
deeper on his cock. "Yes, men will line up for your mouth."
      I watched as Noah lapped at the underside of Duncan's cock, before he
followed Duncan's instructions taking first one, then the other egg-sized
semen filled ball in his tiny mouth bathing it in his saliva with his
tongue. Noah was no longer tentative in his actions with Duncan's cock. He
worshiped the mancock in front of like a true devotee of cock. I knew with
a sinking heart before long he would be deep throating Duncan on a regular
basis, as my friend used his hand on Noah's head to guide him almost three
quarters of the way down on his cock.
      "I think you have had enough practice for a while, it's time to move
on to your next lesson, which I know you'll like as much as I will," Duncan
huskily said pulling Noah off his cock standing him up and bending him over
my kitchen table. "Damn boy, you have one delicious looking boy pussy,"
Duncan declared flashing me a grin before burying his face in Noah's ass.
      "OH MY GOD!" Noah moaned loudly as Duncan began rimming him. I knew
exactly what he was feeling, since Duncan had rimmed me many times before
in preparation to taking his cock up my ass.
      Noah lay bent over and spread out on the table as Duncan prepared him
for the ultimate act. All I could do was look on in amazement as my best
friend prepared my ten-year old next-door neighbor for the first fuck of
his life. My pants were now wet from all the precum flowing from my cock as
I watched Duncan molest Noah freely in front of me with out any qualms. I
never envisioned this ever happening in my life or wanting to, but now
watching it in person I could not resist it. Noah's low almost girlish
moans of pleasure turned me on more than I ever thought possible.
      Finally, after what seemed like ages Duncan pulled his face out of
Noah's ass. "Fuck little brave, you have one great tasting boy pussy. I'm
definitely going to enjoy eating you out regularly, but I think it's time
to move somewhere more comfortable for this next lesson," Duncan smiled as
he pulled a dazed Noah from the table.
      He guided the disorientated boy to where I stood pausing a moment in
front of me, "Look how Devon approves of the progress of your lessons with
me," directing Noah's attention toward my hard leaking cock before
continuing, "I'm sure later he may want to test and see how well you
learned them. He loves you like a daddy and wants to see you learn and
practice all the lessons I'm teaching my special little brave just like a
good son," Duncan whispered loudly to the young boy. "You like the idea of
Daddy Devon going over these special lessons with you?"
      I saw in the dazed look of his eyes something more, a fire that
Duncan had lit in him nothing could ever quench. "Yes," Noah said
unconsciously licking his lips at me as he nodded his head.
      Duncan smiled at me, before turning the still very aroused small
naked ten-year old away from me. He guided Noah out of the kitchen back
towards to my bedroom. My cock throbbed and pulsed causing more precum to
leak out as I realized Duncan intended to take Noah's virginity in my bed.
	"Go ahead and hop up on the bed little brave, its time for your
next lesson," I heard Duncan command Noah as he stood proud and naked in
the doorway of my bedroom. I could almost picture that prefect muscular ass
flexing as Duncan thrust in and out of Noah's tight bubble butt.
      Duncan had decided not to close the bedroom door as he at last moved
from the doorway towards the bed and the waiting Noah, he wanted me to hear
all the sounds of the loss of the last bit of Noah's innocence, his
virginity. I stood in my kitchen envisioning what was starting to happen in
my bedroom. I needed to prevent this from happening, I could not let my
best friend do this, or could I? My hard dripping cock told me I could and
I should enjoy it as I had enjoyed watching Noah wrap his ruby red lips
around Duncan's thick manhood and worship it like the newborn devotee of
cock he now was.
      My heart pounded at the thought of my adorable next-door neighbor
sitting between my legs performing the same loving devotion on my own
cock. Damn Duncan for making both Noah and myself desire such at thing,
because that was what he did when he stopped Noah in the kitchen. He
planted the seed and now it was germinating, and even now, I was trapped in
the web of seduction with the two of them.
      High-pitched giggles were at first the only sounds floating from the
depths of my bedroom, but soon louder boyish moans joined and finally
overtook the giggles. Every now and then, declarations of "Oh My God"
merged with the moans. I tried to ignore what was happening in my bedroom
by returning to my preparations of lunch. I finished mixing the salad and
wrapped it before placing it in the refrigerator. I then took an apple pie
I had bought the other day while out shopping and placed it in the warmer
to warm up. When the buzzer for the lasagna went off, I took it out and
placed it in the warmer along with the pie. I knew we all would be eating a
late lunch and like the few older teens I previously enjoyed sex with Noah
would be ravenous after his fuck.
      What the hell was I thinking, this needed to stop and stop now before
things got any more out of hand. I walked slowly towards my bedroom before
pausing at the doorjamb and listening.
      "Oh Fuck, Yeah," I heard a husky boyish-girlish voice say. "I love
what your fingers are doing to my boy pussy."
	I was surprised at first to hear Noah using such dirty language,
because during all the time I spent with him he never used curse
words. Then I heard Duncan speak.
      "I told you they would feel good in there didn't I my lil' bitch
boy," Duncan chuckled lightly to the newly corrupted Noah. "You want
another finger in that hot lil' boy pussy?"
	I had forgotten in bed Duncan was a nasty fucker who loved being
verbal in bed. I had assumed since he had not done so previously in the
kitchen he would avoid using and teaching Noah the curse words, but
evidently, that was not the case. He wanted completely to corrupt the
innocent young boy. In addition, from the sound of things Noah was fully
embracing his corruption.
      "FUCK YEAH!" Noah moaned in excitement. "SHIT GIVE IT TO ME! OH FUCK
YES, I LOVE BEING YOUR BITCH BOY!"
      "I told you slut, once I showed you how good your magic boy nut would
make you feel when I played with it, you would want to be my lil' bitch
pussy boy," Duncan chuckled lustfully at the young boy he was molesting in
my bed.
      I heard a sharp inhalation from Noah, as no doubt Duncan added
another finger to his lovely fuckable bubble butt. I couldn't help but
imagine the two of them on my bed as Duncan fingered Noah. I leaned forward
slightly peaking around the doorjamb, there was Noah laying there in the
center of my bed with his knees raised and spread wide open, with Duncan
kneeling between them using three fingers to finger the small ten-year old
boy in preparation to fucking him with his almost eight-inch thick uncut
Lakota cock. I could not help but reach down and squeeze my cock at the
sight of my best friend molesting my next-door neighbor's son.
      Noah looked so hot lying on my bed with his head pressed back against
the pillows as he raised his ass raised slightly off the mattress offering
himself to Duncan. I could not help it and soon unzipped my pants pulling
out my hard dripping dick and began to masturbate as I watched the erotic
action of my friend, a perfectly toned muscular full-blooded Lakota Sioux,
concentrating on loosening my next-door neighbor's son's ass up. No doubt,
the coming fuck he planned to give the small ten-year old shortly would be
a memorable one for the two of them. As I focused on Noah fapping his hard
boy cock while Duncan fingered the young boy's hole I realized I was being
watched. Duncan wore the largest smile as he caught me watching the scene
and jerking my dripping cock. He knew I was giving my silent consent to
everything he was doing with Noah.
      I pulled back leaning against the doorjamb trying to understand what
was happening to me as I listened to the ecstasy-laden moans ripped from my
no longer innocent student. I could not resist stroking my precum-coated
cock as Duncan pushed Noah to the second promised climax of the day. His
young voice as he headed towards what I knew would be a powerful orgasm,
took on a higher-pitched almost girlish quality as Duncan stroked the boy's
immature prostrate. I let go of my cock just as Noah's orgasm hit, because
I did not want to climax yet.
      "OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH GOD YES! YES! OH FUCKING YES!" Noah howled in
ecstasy as he surrendered his body to what must be the most intense orgasm
he ever imagined possible.
      "Come for me bitch, yeah that's it come! Such a good lil' pussy boy
you are, see you are still hard and ready for number three like I told you
would be when I introduced you to your tight little boy pussy," he
lustfully chuckled.
      "Ye...yeah...you...we...re...were...right," panted Noah trying reply
to his molester.
      "Now it's time to show you what that hot boy pussy is really for, and
I promise to make you come even harder than you just did. It will also give
me as much pleasure as it will you."
      "Really? Letting you play with my boy pussy will make you come too?"
Noah asked innocently not realizing what was about to happen to him.
      "Yeah slut, when I come the first time you will be getting the first
of many special gifts many men will give you marking you as a true pussy
boy," Duncan huskily told the small, young, tanned, smooth and hairless
ten-year old who he was about to steal his virginity.
	I heard the bed shift, and once again peaked around the doorjamb,
Duncan now was straddling Noah's small slender chest as he forced his boy
fucker deeper and deeper into the small ten-year old's throat as he held
Noah's head in his powerful hands. I marveled at how deep he was able to
force his cock into the boy's mouth and throat. I watched my little
next-door neighbor's throat bulge as it learned to take the powerful Lakota
Sioux's manhood. I had no doubt, he would soon be deep-throating Duncan
completely. I was sure Duncan would have the small boy practicing on him
regularly.
	"Yeah that's right, get it good and wet," Duncan lustfully
commanded the small boy. "You're going to love the next lesson almost as
much as I am bitch," he huskily told the soon to be deflowered boy. I
watched as he withdrew his cock from Noah's well-stretched mouth and
throat. "Here spread a lot of this all over my cock slut, get me really
greased because you're going to need it," he chuckled.
	I watched as Noah loving coated the thick almost eight-inch Lakota
man pole, which he did not realize would soon be lodged up his tight
virginal boy hole. Duncan caught me once again watching as he continued to
corrupt the innocent ten-year old boy, who's mother entrusted me with the
care of her only child.
	"This stuff is going to taste nasty if you want me to suck you some
more," Noah told Duncan giving his molester an unpleasant look as he
thought about how it would taste.
	"Don't worry pussy boy, this is going somewhere else before you
have to clean it off with that hot little cocksucker mouth," Duncan
chuckled as he shifted again climbing off Noah's chest. I watched as he
positioned himself between Noah's legs again, before grabbing Noah's knees
and spreading them wide as he pushed them back towards the small boy's
ears. I was surprised at the ease Duncan achieved this and how it did not
seem to bother Noah. I never realized just how flexible young boys could
be.
	"What are you doing?" Noah asked somewhere nervously as he looked
up at the man about to take his virginity.
	"I told you bitch I was going to play with your boy pussy and come
hard that is come hard inside it with my fuck stick. I also promised to
make you come even harder than before, and trust me when I'm finished
you'll have at least one if not two more dry comes from your boy cock,"
Duncan grinned lustfully at the small trapped boy. He then shot a grin at
me staring deep in my eyes.
	I watched in growing horror as Duncan scooted into position to
begin his assault on Noah's virgin hole. Once in place Duncan gave me a
huge grin, it was his way of letting me know he was about to strip away the
last bit of innocence left in Noah. I turned away not wanting to see it
happen to my Noah.
	"I really don't think something that big is going to fit," Noah
said sounding a little scared that Duncan wanted to shove something that
big in him.
	"Trust me slut it will fit easily, well maybe not at first," he
chuckled. "I've fit it in younger and smaller pussy boys than you and they
took it and loved it," he told Noah. "You just need to push down like
you're taking a shit as I start to push in. It's gonna sting a bit at
first, but once I'm buried balls deep in you it will start feeling better
pretty soon afterwards."
	"Really? Noah asked softly in disbelief.
	"Trust me slut, you said you wished you were a real Indian brave,
well they know how to take a little pain to become warriors. Once your hot
lil' boy pussy is broken in properly you'll be able to take any cock
offered you without any problem and will wonder why you didn't start doing
it earlier," he laughed. "So are you going to be a proper lil' bitch and
take it like a man or are you going to be a lil' fuckin' wussy and let a
bunch of eight and nine-year olds beat you?" Duncan asked Noah challenging
him freely to surrender his virginity to his molester.
	"Okay," Noah softly said, causing my heart to drop.
	"Okay what slut?" Duncan lustfully asked knowing he won, but wanted
his victory complete with Noah admitting that he wanted to be fucked.
	"You can do it," the small boy replied to his molester.
	"Do what? You have to tell me exactly what you want me to do to
your hot lil' body pussy boy," Duncan explained to his victim.
	There was a bit of a pause before I heard Noah say, "I want you to
fuck my boy pussy."
	"And do what?" Duncan asked savoring his triumph.
	"Come," said Noah hesitantly.
	"Come where?"
	"Inside my boy pussy," Noah finally said giving Duncan his complete
victory.
	"Say it all now slut, I want to hear you asked properly," Duncan
commanded.
	"I want you to fuck my boy pussy and come inside me," Noah replied
following the direction given to him by Duncan.
	"I would love to bitch," Duncan said finally satisfied he had his
victory. "Remember as I push in you push out like trying to take a crap, it
won't hurt as much when I push in your boy pussy," my best friend told the
young boy he prepared to deflower and claim another of what he often
jokingly referred to as scalps.
	I stood there in the hallway waiting for the inevitable. Finally,
at last I heard a boyish gasp, followed by a piercing squeal as Duncan
claimed Noah's virginity. I closed my eyes tight, praying the pain wasn't
too bad and would soon ease making the act more pleasurable. I knew I
should stop this, rescue my sweet Noah, and comfort him, but I also knew
deep down I wanted this. I wanted him to feel a powerful mancock buried
inside him driving him to unimagined heights of pleasure. The thought of
Duncan forcing his wonderful cock deeper into Noah made my cock throb in my
hand oozing more precum out as I imagined the tiny hole stretched almost
impossibly wide around it. I almost felt jealous briefly it was Duncan who
claimed my sweet Noah's virginity.
	"OH GOD! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! ITS TOO BIG!" Noah cried out in
pain.
       My heart went out to the small ten-year old boy experiencing his
first dick. A part of me wanted to go in and stop it, but my body and lust
was betraying me as my cock grew rock hard from the noises the boy was
making. I convinced myself that if I stopped it then, he would always fear
cock. He needed to learn he could overcome the pain himself and it would
help him later when he took larger cocks. I knew Duncan would want him
taking more cocks to make him like so many other boys he had fucked and
turned into sluts. I started stroking to his cries of pain, willing him to
accept it as fast as he could.
       "Shhh...my lil' slut boy. You're doing good. You just need to relax
more...push down again like you're shitting just like when I pushed in,"
Duncan said trying to sooth the small boy he just deflowered. I won't push
anymore of my cock in until you are ready," he promised a sniffling Noah.
       "Okay I'll try, but it really hurts," Noah sobbed softly.
       "I know, but I promise in a little bit you'll be wanting me deep
inside you more than anything else you've ever wanted," Duncan promised
Noah, knowing once he was buried balls deep in the small boy pinned beneath
him the boy would do anything for him to get more dick.
       I continued to stroke my cock as I heard Noah gasp as Duncan sunk
deeper inside the ten-year old slut he was creating. Fortunately, he didn't
cry out in pain with the second thrust, so he was beginning to adjust to
the intrusion of the hard thick man flesh inside his tiny boy hole.
       "See that wasn't so bad was it slut," Duncan gleefully asked the boy
beneath him. "Do it again, push out again and I will be almost all the way
inside you and then the real fun can start," he chuckled.
       "Oh Shit!" Noah moaned, as he no doubt had just taken a generous
portion of Duncan's cock.
       "Almost there bitch another couple of inches and you'll have my
balls pushing against that tight lil' boy pussy," Duncan told him. "Push
out one more time and prove to me you're a proper pussy boy."
       "Okay," he moaned doing as he was commanded.
       "FUCK YEAH BITCH!" Duncan moaned as he evidently achieved his goal
of burying his entire cock inside Noah.
       I couldn't help myself and glanced around the doorjamb and saw Noah
fully impaled on Duncan's thick almost eight-inch cock. Duncan's hand
seemed to be fapping the small boy, while he kissed him passionately
distracting Noah from the pain of being impaled. I had to admit it was one
of the hottest things I have ever seen.
       When Duncan pulled back from kissing Noah, he smiled seductively at
the boy he was buried in. "See you are a true lil' pussy boy just like I
told you," he said reaching down and playing with Noah's nipples making the
small boy moan in pleasure at his molester's touch. "Look your boy cock
even knows you're a slut for men's cocks," he chuckled as he pointed out
the boy's rising three-inch stalk. He started using one of his large hands
beginning seriously to jack Noah causing the young boy to moan even
loader. Once he saw Noah begin to move his ass slightly in an attempt to
aid in the pleasurable feelings emanating from his boy cock, he began
rocking his hips back and forth slowly. It was time to fuck.  I couldn't
help myself and shifted until I had a prefect view of the two of them on my
bed as I continued to stroke my cock. As I watched Duncan play Noah like a
musical instrument, one hand working the boy's obviously sensitive nipples,
the other clasped around the rock hard three-inch boy nail rising proudly
from his still hairless ten-year old groin. He began to work his thick
almost eight-inch Lakota manhood at the same time slowly, but steadily in
and out of the 4'6" almost 70 lbs. Noah, who was securely pinned beneath
his 6'2" toned powerful smooth 230 lbs. body.
       Duncan chose at that moment to look up and saw me stroking my
dripping cock as I watched the incredibly hot scene occurring in my own bed
between my charge and my best friend. He gave me an intense lustful smile
as I watched him pull out almost halfway before thrusting back in hard
making Noah moan loudly in ecstasy with his amazing boyish-girlish
voice. He was letting me know, "Yes I'm fucking your boy," and to be
perfectly honest it turned me on unbelievably as I watched Noah start to
become the boy Duncan wanted.
       "Now slut you know what you are meant for," Duncan lustfully panted
informing Noah as he began steadily to fuck in and out of the boy's no
longer virgin hole increasing the length and depth of his strokes. Finally,
at last only the head of his thick Native American meat spear remained
inside the boy he was training as a cumslut each time he pulled out. Duncan
long-dicked Noah driving him into a sexual frenzy.
       Before long Noah was no longer capable of making words, only loud
grunts, and moans of pleasure emanated from his parted ruby red lips. These
in turn were accented by the loud slaps of Duncan's egg-sized balls
slapping hard against Noah's pale hairless bubble butt. I moved without
thinking deeper in to my bedroom as I watching this erotic scene between
man and boy. Never before in my life had I been so turned out watching a
young boy being fucked by Duncan. The few videos he had shown me over the
years were nothing compared to this action going on in my condo bedroom. I
needed to see him breed Noah.
       Duncan noticed me now standing mere steps from my bed watching
Noah's ass ravished by a beautiful Lakota Sioux mancock. Noah had closed
his eyes as he lost himself in the pleasure of taking his first
cock. Duncan smiled intensely at me as I watched him withdraw his cock
fully from Noah's ass, displaying for me the obscenely gaping hole where
his dick had been lodging happily for nearly thirty minutes. Noah grunted
loudly as Duncan slammed back in hard burying himself balls deep back in
the boy beneath him. His eyes sprung open wide as he felt Duncan ram back
into him hard, but there was no look of pain in his face. Instead, there
was a smiling look of lust filling his ten-year old face, something I did
not think possible for a young boy. There was no doubt in my mind Noah was
enjoying the fuck my friend was giving him,
       "Hey pussy boy," Duncan called to Noah trying to get his
attention. "Look who has come to join us."
       I panicked as I watched Noah turn his sweat-drenched head towards
me. His sex-dazed brown doe-like eyes took a moment to recognize me, but
when they did, he gave me a wide lust-filled smile.
       "Daddy Devon has come to watch you turn into a cumslut pussy boy,"
Duncan told Noah. "Look at his nice thick cock and see how hard and
dripping it is, he is so proud of his lil boy and he's showing you," Duncan
loudly whispered to the small boy he continued steadily to fuck like a
practiced rent boy. "Do you want to see daddy's hot body and show him how
happy he is here to watch you become a cumslut pussy boy for men?" He
asked.
       I swallowed hard as I watched the smiling boy nod,
"Yes...I...want...my...daddy," he huskily panted.
       "That's my lil bitch slut boy, he wants his daddy," Duncan said
lewdly as he smiled at both of us. "Strip daddy Devon," my best friend
commanded me.  "Your lil' boy wants to see you naked as I teach him how to
pleasure men with his hot lil' boy pussy."
       I felt like I was in a trance as I pulled off my shirt, before
kicking off my docksiders and unzipping my pants. Noah watched me with
growing intensity as more of my body was exposed to him. I pulled off my
pants and socks, before hesitating briefly with my boxers. I stared at Noah
with growing lust as I debated with myself about actually being nude in
front of Noah, but realized he had already seen my hard cock so what did it
matter. I took a deep breath before I pushed my boxers down my legs and
stepped out of them now fully nude in front of my next-door neighbor's son,
my student, my boy, my Noah.
       Noah's face beamed at me as he took in my nude body. I was
forty-three with a full head of brown hair with just the beginning hints of
grey, but I was still in good shape from working out in the complex's gym
regularly and swimming. I stood just under six foot and weighed about 190
lbs. I was not quite as big as Duncan was, but I had a respectable seven
and half-inches of cut dick. I wasn't as thick as my best friend was, but I
was not far behind him. Unlike Duncan, I had a thick treasure trail rising
from my pubes up to towards my hairy Pecs. I couldn't resist approaching
the head of the bed when Noah stretched out a slender hairless arm
beckoning me closer.
       Slowly I walked closer to the slender arm of the beckoning ten-year
old being fucked on my bed. Noah's small hand reached out and ran his hand
up and down my treasure trail causing me to gasp at the sensation. He
seemed fascinated with my hairy stomach and chest. Suddenly his small hand
grasped my hard dripping cock and pulling me toward his mouth.
       "That's right slut, suck on daddy's cock he's going to feed his lil'
boy something good and creamy," Duncan told Noah as he continued
long-dicking the boy beneath him. His natural stamina kept him steadily
working the ass he had deflowered earlier.
       It was my turn to moan as Noah leaned forward engulfing my dripping
cock with his tiny mouth. I leaned forward slightly reaching out with my
hands grasping his head. His brown hair felt so soft as I began to run my
fingers through it. Noah increased his servicing of my cock as I played
with his hair, it was as if my caresses increased his pleasure. His sweet
wet mouth was producing the most amazing feelings, his tiny tongue worked
the underside of my dick like a natural, forcing my balls to pulse more
precum in his sweet underage mouth. While his mouth worked my shaft, his
hand played with my balls trying to force even more precum into his sucking
mouth. His doe-like brown eyes stared up at me in loving adoration as he
worked more and more of my seven and a half-inch cock deeper into his mouth
and throat.
       Duncan forced himself deep inside Noah and he inched over to me and
whispered in my ear, "He's a natural, he just needed a helping hand to let
go and embrace his native sluttiness. He's ready to become the boy he was
meant to be, a cumslut pussy boy and a proper son for his new daddy,"
Duncan huskily told me as he continued working towards his coming
climax. The way Noah was blowing me I knew I was almost there myself.
       I could not hold back any longer, my load began to rise from my
tightening balls. "OH GOD! CUMMING!" I cried out as I fired my first volley
of jizz inside his hot sucking mouth. I held on tight to Noah's head
preventing him from pulling back off my firing cock.
       "Swallow his load cumslut," commanded Duncan as he began to rabbit
fuck the small boy. "Drink down daddy's boy cream, so you'll be big and
strong like daddy."
       I watched as his throat worked overtime to swallow each shot of
semen I pumped in his small mouth. My last two shots coated his innocent
face as he suddenly pulled back as he experienced another massive dry
cum. He looked so sexy with his face coated in my spooge.
       "FUCK YES!" Duncan howled in triumph as he at last fired his massive
load deep inside Noah's spasming hole. "TAKE MY LOAD CUMSLUT!" He commanded
as he rammed his manhood deep inside the climaxing ten-year he had just
deflowered. I watched his muscular ass flex as he fired volley after volley
in Noah breeding him with his potent Lakota seed.
       I sat down on the bed next to Noah's head stroking his hair gently
as I gathered my wits about me. The magnitude of what had just happen
started to hit me as I looked down at the cum painted face of Noah. What
had I done and let happen to this innocent young boy placed in my care by
his trusting mother? I had not only allowed my best friend to molest his
sexy little body, but also in the end joined in aiding in his
deflowering. What must he think of me now?
       I started as I felt Noah reach out and run his small hand through my
chest hair as I leaned against the headboard. I looked down at him not
knowing what to expect, but instead of incriminations, he gave me the most
loving smile I'd ever seen.
       "So did I do okay...daddy?" He asked me hesitantly, almost afraid of
saying the word daddy.
       "Yes, son you did wonderfully, right Duncan?" I said turning to my
best friend.
       "Damn right you did Noah, you showed us both what a prefect lil'
cumslut you really are, you are a complete natural and will bring a lot of
pleasure to a great number of men," he proudly told the small boy. "You're
my special lil' brave and now you are a member of my extra special tribe,"
he told Noah as he rubbed his tummy like one would rub a tiny kitten. The
result was the same a happy contented boy.
       Slowly Duncan pulled back as his cock deflated and slipped from
Noah's well-used boy hole. He smiled as he looked down at the now gaping
hole, slowly leaking out Duncan's seed. He slipped two fingers inside the
boy's hole he had just claimed as his own and began working them in and
out. Noah moaned in pleasure as his boy nail hardened back to it's full
three-inches. The small boy reached up and pulled me down into a passionate
French kiss as Duncan continued to finger the helpless boy.
       Duncan laughed as he pulled his fingers from Noah's no longer virgin
ass, sucking clean in his mouth. "I guess I'll leave you two alone for a
while I need to take care of a couple things, but I will see you both
later," he chuckled giving me a look like he was up to something, but I
couldn't worry about it now. Duncan climbed off the bed and moved up to
Noah's head, before bending down and giving him a passionate kiss. "You two
look comfortable, so I'll see myself out," he said with a smile, before
heading out to the kitchen and his clothes.
       Noah scooted up and curled up lying against me. "I hope you aren't
mad at me for calling you daddy," he said looking up at me with his sad
puppy eyes. "I really miss my dad, and you make me feel like he did," he
said as he ran his hand through my chest hair."
       "No I'm not mad, actually I'm very honored you think of me like that
Noah," I said as I gently caressed his back as he lay on top of me. "I'm
glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me. You can call me daddy anytime
we are alone together," I told him.
       He snuggled closer against me in contentment. "Thanks daddy, it's
okay to call you that when Duncan is around right?" He asked me innocently.
       I chuckled, "Yes you can call me daddy when Duncan is around, son,"
I said with a gentle smile bending down to kiss him on top of his head.
       "Thanks daddy," he said with a smile. "I like Duncan a lot, and he's
promised to teach me so many fun things."
       I thought to myself as I gently caressed Noah as he drifted off, yes
Duncan has a lot to teach both of us. I never meant for any of this to
happen, but maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world, since it brought
me closer to Noah.

The End of Chapter One


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