Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2022 01:09:44 +0000
From: buzzedocelot <buzzedocelot@protonmail.com>
Subject: Learning my Naughty Ways

This is one of the first stories I've written. I'm newly discovering my
pedophile nature and am exploring it through fantasy.


Chapter 1


I often wonder whether I ever would have discovered I was a boylover had
I not met Nick. I often wonder whether I ever would have discovered most
things I enjoy sexually had I not met Nick. When we met just before my
sophomore year of college I was practically a virgin. I say practically
because the breadth of my sexual experience was narrow, though I had had
sex with two other guys. The first was my high school boyfriend. We lost
our virginity to each other toward the end of our senior year of high
school. Our sex life was sweet but we were both quite timid and never
went beyond making out, blowing each other, and fucking each other
missionary style during the few months we had before breaking up when we
went to different colleges. The second was a guy I fooled around with
after our first and only date my freshman year. The chemistry was bad.
And then I had a near yearlong dry spell where my only sexual excitement
was sneaking peeks of my straight roommate in his boxers when he happened
to change in our shared room.
After my first year at Columbia University, I couldn't bear the thought
of leaving New York to spend the summer at home in Indiana and searched
desperately for any opportunity that would allow me to stay in the city.
That's how I landed my summer job as an assistant teacher for a summer
school program at a middle school in Harlem. It was a special program
that provided a small stipend and summer housing (well, a shared room in
a two room apartment) for local college students in exchange for working
to support summer school teachers. I was assigned to support four
different teachers with things like inputting grades and preparing
materials for lessons. One of those teachers was Nick, who I developed an
instant crush on. He was the opposite of me in almost every way:
outgoing, funny, confident, muscular, tall, dark haired, bearded.
Meanwhile I was shy, scrawny, blonde, and virtually hairless except for
some pubes and armpit hair. For the first two months of the summer
program our relationship was strictly professional, until one Friday
afternoon when he asked if I'd like to have dinner with him as a way to
thank me at the end of a particularly long and challenging week. Of
course I accepted the invitation gleefully. He told me the name of the
place and its cross streets and asked me to meet him there at 8pm.

It didn't cross my mind that this could be a date until I showed up and
we entered what was a quiet, dark, candlelit space and he led me to a
table he had specifically reserved in the back. I scooted in one side of
the semi-circle booth as he scooted in the other, and then kept scooting
into the middle of the booth next to me. His knee touched mine and didn't
move, my heart started racing, and that's when I knew this was actually a
date! The cool, hot teacher liked me! The conversation and wine flowed
freely until dessert (yes, I was underage, but it turns out Nick and the
owner were old school friends so the restaurant was willing to make
concessions) before he invited me back to his place a few blocks away.
That night he showed me the wonders of sexual chemistry I never knew
possible. For nearly four hours he worshipped my body. The first hour was
making out, slowly undressing, and frotting as our tongues wrestled and
hands explored our bodies. The following two hours he spent exploring my
hole, first with his tongue and then with his fingers. I had never
received (or given, for that matter) a rim job before. He told me that my
hairless ass was the most delicious one he's ever eaten, and I cooed and
moaned with increasing intensity corresponding to the depth and force of
his exploration.

"Sorry, I'll try to be quieter," I said after a particularly loud moan
responding to his finger putting specific pressure on my prostate as he
took my penis in his mouth. He pulled his body up so our heads were at
the same level and whispered in my ear as his finger continued pushing my
button, "I never want you to be quieter, I want to hear your uninhibited
cries of pleasure."

That was all I needed to hear to make it so. I moaned, cooed, whimpered,
yelled, cried, and made all sorts of animalistic noises in response to
Nick's tongue, hands, and dick penetrating my hole. He whispered in my
ear what a good boy I was; how much he loved making me scream; how good
my tight, hairless boy hole felt around his thick, long man cock; how he
never wanted to stop fucking me; and finally, how he was going to cum
deep inside me. We were on our sides on the bed, him behind me with both
arms wrapping me tight, one hand stimulating my boy cock as he forcefully
fucked me so deep when we finally climaxed simultaneously. I felt his
thick cock pulsing cum deep into my hole as my smaller cock squirted
farther than it ever had before because of the pressure inside me. With
our orgasms complete and our bodies completely spent, he held me closely,
still inside me, and I felt at home.

That day was the day I effectively moved in with Nick. I still had my
assigned summer housing, but I only stopped by to pick up clothes,
spending all of my evenings and nights with my new, boyfriend? Most
nights we would cook dinner together, talking, learning about each other,
go for a walk in Central Park, and then continue experiencing each other
sexually. Nick is a hypersexual man and teaching me to be a hypersexual
younger man. Actually, I don't know if teaching is the right word, he is
showing me how to embrace my sexuality. Sex is never not on Nick's mind,
and he can turn any ordinary moment into a sexual one. It's exciting. I
had never felt so sexually desired or satisfied. We could be at H&M when
he pulls me into a fitting room to give me a blowjob, or grading papers
together during Nick's planning period when he locks the door, turns out
the light, and we fuck ever so quietly on the floor behind his desk,
hidden from any window, as people walk by in the halls and have classes
on the other side of the walls. It didn't take long to learn that Nick
was a voyeur and exhibitionist, and that I was a bit of an exhibitionist
and voyeur as well. But our exploits in front of people didn't always
amount to that, the excitement didn't have to come from seeing or being
seen, it could come from having a shared secret.

Nick pushed the boundaries of our sexual experience together constantly,
yet slowly. Each time he went a little bit farther. A stronger hair pull
here, spitting in my mouth there, rope. Around the time he tied me up for
the first time, which I loved instantly, he asked me to move in with him.

"There's no reason for you to spend money on a dorm room this year.
You've spent every day and every night here for over a month now and we
both know that's not going to change anytime soon. Move in with me." It
was a generous and tempting offer. He was right, I'd be spending all my
time at his apartment so I might as well save the money. But if we broke
up, I'd have nowhere to go, which weighed on my mind. I was also
concerned about the size of the apartment. It's a studio apartment that's
basically one big room and a bathroom, and that means nearly always being
in the same room with each other. Until this point, though, we haven't
wanted to not be in the same room with each other, so would that be a
problem.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll move in with you." I told him. He gave me a big
smile to let me know how happy he was. Now that I was moving in
officially and with a new school year starting for both of us, we
developed a routine that worked well for us. Nick taught middle school at
a private boy's school on the Upper West Side. I knew by that point that
his apartment building was owned by the school and offered to him at a
bargain as a teacher, and remember being shocked finding out that his
neighbors who surely overhear our regular, loud sex were his teacher
colleagues. After Nick left for work, I had the mornings to myself to
study and do schoolwork, and scheduled my classes and groupwork on campus
for the afternoons. We finished work and school around the same time, and
on weekdays would meet at the Columbia gym to work out together before
going home. Nick was also a student at Columbia, working part time on his
PhD in Education. After the gym, which often included a quickie in the
steam room or shower, we'd make and have an early dinner, and then each
spend a few hours on our coursework. Then, we'd have sex for at least an
hour every night, the perfect way to decompress before bed. On the
weekend, dinners were with my or his friends, Saturday morning we'd get
up early for something active and fun, a hike in a town up the Hudson, a
bike ride through Central Park, and usually have the rest of the day to
finish up school work.

"Sunday mornings are for sex," was how Nick put it, and now I completely
agree. My favorite hours of the week are the ones after we sleep in,
shower, and have coffee and light breakfast, when we spend hours having
sex. And I mean hours. And these were the times of our greatest
explorations. He told me he wanted us to be completely open and honest
with each other about our sexual desires and fantasies, and that he
wanted to make all of my sexual dreams come true. Nick led the way. He
was dominant. Was I submissive? Turns out I love being dominated by Nick!
He liked to tie people up and be in control. Did I like to get tied up
and be controlled? Turns out I do! It was my experience every step of the
way that I liked each new, boundary pushing thing.

One thing Nick loves the most is being sexual around or near other people
without them knowing, with the thrill of getting caught. It doesn't
matter who it is, his colleagues, his friends, our families, strangers in
public. At the movies he covers my lap with a coat and secretly jerks me
off. On a weekend trip to a lake house with his friends we fuck in the
shared living room after everyone had gone to bed, knowing anyone could
walk in. When I'm on the phone with my brother at home, he pulls my pants
down and starts eating my hole for the duration of the conversation.

Our relationship both sexually and otherwise was developing nicely, and
as the holidays approached we made plans with each others' families. Nick
would be the first boyfriend I introduced to my parents and I was
excited, I knew they'd love him. We flew to Indiana for Thanksgiving.

"I can't wait to meet your parents, and I just have to say I'm really
looking forward to seeing your childhood bedroom, where you learned all
about sex oh so long ago." Nick whispered to me on the flight. I smiled
and called him a pervert. That night, after everyone met each other and
as we both settled into my the full bed in my childhood bedroom, Nick
took the opportunity to ask me all kinds of questions about my sexual
development.
How old was I when I first started masturbating? 9, but from an early age
I remember rubbing my penis against a blanket until dry cumming. At the
time I didn't know what I was doing, I just knew that it felt good.
When did I first watch porn? 12.
How old was I when I came for the first time? 11 or 12.
How old was I the first time I had oral sex? Anal sex? All 17, with my
high school boyfriend.
And then Nick told me his story.

"I started a sexual relationship with my brother when I was 7 and he was
16. He introduced me to masturbation and taught me how to make my body
feel good. After it started, he would set an alarm to go off in the
middle of the night almost every night, which was our time to have sex
with each other while our parents slept. Soon we were even less careful
about it with me spending all night in his bed, having sex once before
falling asleep and once in the morning upon waking up. When he moved away
to college I was devastated. He was my first love. I learned pretty much
everything I know about sex from him. We continued having sex when he
visited for college breaks and holidays, but around the time I entered
high school, it stopped. We fooled around a few times after that, but
nothing at all since Jacob was born."

Wow. That was a lot for me to take in. He had sex with his brother. For
years. His older brother, who stopped being interested once Nick got too
old. His older brother, father to Jacob, Nick's 8 year old nephew.

"Anyway, I just wanted you to know that about me. It was a formative
experience for me, and one I am grateful for." And then he climbed on top
of me for the start of two hours of fucking in my childhood bed. Quietly
this time, it's a small house.

The rest of the Thanksgiving weekend went smoothly and we returned to the
city. I was eager to spend Christmas with Nick's family for the first
time. A few days before Christmas, Jacob came to stay the weekend with
Nick and me. Apparently it was an annual uncle-nephew tradition they had
that gave Jacob's parents time to finish Christmas shopping and celebrate
their anniversary, but this year I got to be a part of it.

Jacob and his parents lived in New Jersey, so Jacob was thrilled to spend
a day in the city doing very city things. He came ready on Friday night
with a whole list of everything he wanted to see the next day. After
dinner we walked around Central Park and then went back to watch a movie
together on the sofa, which doubles as Jacob's bed when he sleeps over.
An entirely open studio, the apartment spans a full floor of a small
converted townhouse. The entry, in the front of the rectangular space, is
the kitchen with bar dining, the middle third of the room has a sofa,
television, and small desk and chair, and the back third with windows
over the backyard has the bed, closet, and bathroom.

The sofa being the only place to sit comfortably to watch a movie besides
the bed, we all sat together with Jacob on one side, Nick in the middle,
and me on the other, all under a large blanket. Part way through the
movie Nick, his usual horny self, hidden by the blanket, maneuvered his
hand into my pants and between my legs, his fingers fondling my hole as
it appears we're simply cuddling innocently. When Jacob takes a bathroom
break, Nick takes the opportunity to slather his fingers, my hole with
lube so he can penetrate me more deeply and intensely during the rest of
the movie. It becomes a game. I have to pretend like Nick doesn't have
three fingers deep inside my hole massaging my prostate, and he tries to
make me feel so good I can't pretend. The movie and our clandestine
fingering both end without satisfying climaxes.

"We should get to bed now so we can get up with more time to do the
things on your list," said Nick, and we fell into our nightly routines.
Jacob and Nick made up the couch with sheets and blankets and Jacob got
tucked in before Nick turned out the lights and climbed in bed with me.

He immediately pulled my pants down, at which point I noticed that he'd
already removed his own. We were both still very horny after getting
worked up during the movie. Nick cuddled me from behind and held me close
as he entered me. I didn't expect that. I thought we'd quietly, manually
get each other off without getting caught. But we had just gone to bed,
there's no way Jacob is asleep yet on the sofa 12 feet away, and I don't
know how we'll be able to hide the motion and sound of fucking. He pulls
me close against him slowly, entering me, his cock penetrating me as
deeply as it can, filling me up. I exhale and hear myself whimper
lightly. Oops. At first he moves as little as possible, pulling his hips
back and thrusting into me slowly but methodically. It's subtle, but it's
a quiet small room and the movements in the sheets are audible, as are my
whimpers, as much as I'm trying to stifle them. Nick slightly increases
his speed and the intensity of his movements. What's he doing? Slightly
harder fucking, slightly louder whimpers. Any adult in the room would
probably know we were fucking based on the sounds coming from the bed,
but I reasoned that Jacob, being only 8, wouldn't make the connection.

And then Nick pushes me into the bed and starts fucking me hard. Really
hard. Nobody else is in the apartment hard. Knows I'll usually be
squealing, whining, moaning hard. What's he doing? Now even Jacob has to
know we're having sex on a bed in the same room, probably able to see
movements from the light coming through the windows. I try to be silent.
I gasp and make a small moan.

"Yes, boy, show me how much you like it" Nick whispers in my ear. He
likes it. I realize he wants Jacob to hear us fucking. He fucks me even
harder and faster, in a way I know is leading to a climax for us both.
When it happens we manage to only make a few sounds, me a moan and him a
grunt as he was pumping his seed deep inside my hole. But we were both
out of breath and the unmistakable sound of two bodies slapping together,
fucking, had rang through the apartment for several minutes. We laid on
the bed for a few minutes catching our breath when we heard Jacob stir on
the sofa. He was awake. So many questions ran through my head as we fell
asleep there. Why did Nick want his nephew to hear us fuck? Did Jacob
know what he heard and what was he thinking? Why did I enjoy it so much?

CHAPTER 2

When I woke up Saturday morning the apartment was buzzing. Nick was
freshly showered and cooking breakfast in only a pair of boxers, and
Jacob just wanted out of the bathroom, also freshly showered but fully
clothed and ready for the day. I got ready quickly and headed to my usual
Saturday morning tutoring job. Nick and Jacob would have breakfast and
check a few items off Jacob's to do list, and then I'd join them at the
Brooklyn Botanical Gardens in the afternoon after work. That day I
happened to be let off early and decided to use my extra time grabbing
lunch at home before going to meet them. Expecting to find an empty
apartment, I instead walked in on my boyfriend's nephew laying naked on
our bed on his back with my boyfriend's head between his legs, sucking
him off. I quickly realized that I had walked in near Jacob's climax
based on the way he was breathing and making light whimpering noises, and
Nick was giving him reassuring vocalizations while working his boy cock
expertly. Seconds later, Jacob gasped and then exhaled several times in a
row, clearly having a dry orgasm with his uncle's lips wrapped around his
hard, small, hairless boy penis.  In the heat of the moment, neither of
them noticed they were no longer alone, and I didn't want them to.

"Good boy," I heard Nick tell him as I backed out and shut the door to
the apartment. I couldn't get the image out of my mind. It was wrong. It
was also fucking hot. And everything made more sense now. Nick was a
pedophile, repeating with his nephew what Jacob's dad did with him when
he was a child. He loved it, and based on what I saw Jacob is loving it,
too. Did Nick's brother also have sex with his son? Does Nick know about
it? And why did I enjoy it so much?

On the subway ride to meet them in Brooklyn I tried to make sense of it
all in my mind. Nick was obviously a pedophile. Did I have a problem with
it? Not really. Why? Because I liked what I saw. To be honest, there's
always been a little something pulling me in certain directions all my
life that I've mostly ignored. Look at that cute little boy with his thin
torso in the pool, lingering glance at the boy's underwear models on the
packages in the store. And yes, I loved when Nick called me his boy, took
advantage of me, our roleplay scenarios that got kinkier and kinkier, all
these things knocking on the door to my own pedophilia. What are the odds
that two pervs end up dating each other? Especially when one has no idea
what he is.

So, Nick is having a sexual relationship with Jacob. Based on what I saw,
it's been going on for some time, several months or maybe years. Jacob
was very comfortable, it looked natural, something that comes with time,
and they don't see each other often. The other thing that struck me was
how much Jacob was enjoying himself, but of course he is. Nick is all
about getting his partner to enjoy himself. I benefit from it nightly.
Until now, Nick has been the one to keep pushing the boundaries with me,
but being unaware of my new revelation I need to push the boundaries
myself for once. It was finally my stop. We had a nice rest of the day
together as though I didn't know my boyfriend was having sex with his
nephew, and it was getting late when we returned to the apartment after
dinner

"Can we watch a movie?" Jacob asked.
"You guys can, I'll watch from bed but I might fall asleep," I told him.
"Hey, that's a good idea, I'm tired, I'll watch from bed, too. Jakey,
pick whatever you want to watch and set the sleep timer."

He selected a classic Christmas movie and we all got comfortable, us on
the bed and Jacob over on his sofa bed and only the light of the
television in the room. As I expected, Nick used our separation and the
cover of blankets to hide his devious behavior. He coaxed me to take my
clothes off and did the same, and his hands began exploring my body
underneath the covers. He was trying to be discreet. But what's the point
in that? There's no reason to hide this from Jacob, it's possible he's
done all this with Jacob. He's only being discreet because he doesn't
know I know. And so I pull myself into him, smashing our bodies together,
rubbing myself against him as I kiss him passionately, letting out a
little moan of pleasure, giving him all the indications in the world that
it was time for him to have an uninhibitively good time with me. He
paused for a second without reaction, I suppose wondering why I'd be so
open about having sex together in front of his nephew, and then he
proceeded accordingly.

It was my signal: I know your secret. We had sex like we would if we were
alone in the apartment. It looked like it and sounded like it. Within a
few minutes, we weren't even hiding ourselves under a blanket, Jacob had
a full view of us from the sofa. At first I didn't look at him, but at
some point while I was laying on my stomach with Nick on top of me,
fucking me passionately and deeply, Jacob and I made eye contact for a
moment.. Instead of being fearful or confused, he looked intrigued. He
was staring with curiosity.