Date: Fri, 01 Oct 2021 19:24:59 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: Vital Research Important note: the following is a fake academic paper. It purports to analyze a pedophilic relationship, but, in reality, it is just intended to get you off. I cannot stress enough: all characters and scenarios are fiction. If you can't read this type of fiction, do not. If you would like to correspond or be added to a notification list for my story postings, please email texcolorado@protonmail.com. I'm also on Wickr: coloradotex. Interacting with like-minded pervs is my favorite hobby, so please reach out, especially if you have something that you'd like to tell me about how the story resonated with you in a physical way! Remember to give: How often do you get to support something that has such a positive effect on your penis? You can do so here: donate.nifty.org Love to all of my great and horny readers, Tex Vital Research (m/t (15) m/b (11) oral anal) By Tex Colorado Interview with Dr. Morrison and Reggie Conducted by Paul Thomas Attn: Professor Sam Henkman The following is a transcript of my interviews with a teen boy and his adult lover. When I am speaking it will be indicated by the title "interviewer" while the other two will be identified by aliases to maintain their privacy. Anything in parentheses are my additional notes, these words were not spoken by the subjects and solely represent my observations, feelings and experiences that are not indicated by the recorded dialogue. Each subject was interviewed alone for thirty minutes, then together. The purpose of this study is to determine the damage to children in the modern day by what is described as "Greek love". As the researcher I am attempting to remain neutral, maintaining an open mind to these disturbing admissions. Also, as you and I spoke about, we agreed that there will be no repercussions to whatever they say. This goes for the child's graphic language, any observations I make as well as any actions that I may take during the interview. It is important to remember that this interview is not edited. This is in the interest of science, as are any observations that I may make. The interview took place in the Doctor's getaway cottage where the couple felt that they had more privacy. The transcript follows: Interviewer: Ok, so I'm here with Reggie (all names are changed for privacy). He has been in a pedophilic relationship with his school physician, Dr. Curt Morrison, for four years, beginning when Reggie was eleven years old. Reggie, would you like to explain... Reggie (interrupting): What it was like to get fucked the first time? (The subject laughs and appears to be joking) Interviewer: No, well, I wasn't going there, yet, but feel free to tell your story any way that you choose. Reggie: Sure, well, that first time, I don't remember most of the things that you would guess would be at the top of my mind. Like, my biggest memory isn't how it felt. My biggest memory was hearing the other boys playing outside the window. I was so focused on that sound because I was so worried about the sounds that I was making. Curt kept whispering, "Quiet," then he was saying, "shh, shh, shh," really soft to try to sooth me. He'd run his hand through my hair when I made some noise. And it wasn't from pain, it was more like a groan `cause I liked what was happening. Interviewer: Anything else that you remember about that time? Reggie: His breath on my neck, that was the other memory. It felt hot, but broken with little kisses, his lips were wet, so it felt cool compared to the warm air that he exhaled. He was breathing heavier each time, each breath getting closer to the one before. They came in strong bursts. I so badly wanted to make a sound, but told myself again and again, "No one can know." Because then it would be all over. That was the first thing that he had said to me, "No one can know." It was secret, what we did. But it was naughty, so I fucking loved it and was happy to play along. It was exciting but it was scary, we'd be playful, then serious, we had been building up to it each day, and every day he'd agree to do more, but he'd always say, "Ok, but no one can know. They wouldn't understand." Interviewer: And this was in his office at school? How did it start? Reggie: Yeah, it was at my boarding school. I was on scholarship, so I never fit in with the rich kids. And I was always sick; allergies, colds, flu, fever, that's why I was always in his office. He was the school doctor. But he was not what you think of when you think of the school doctor, he was kind, gentle, loving and young. All of the boys adored him and I felt lucky to see him every day. I would go for medicine, for shots to help with allergies, that kind of stuff. Of course, none of it did much good, but I came back every day, all excited to see him. I loved having the attention of this handsome, young doctor. Of course, I had no idea why I liked coming there so much, but the truth was a bunch of things: an escape from my shitty life at the school, someone who would listen to me and treat me like an equal because the boys treated me like a fungus and the teachers spoke down to me, and, mostly I realize, it was being near the person who made my eleven year-old wiener spring up (Reggie gave me a sly smile at this point of the interview, apparently trying to shock me). Even though that happened a lot in those days, like, for no reason at all, they happened with Curt when the warm glow would slowly pass through me, the tingle up my spine when he touched me, how close he was, even his smell! I was in boy-crush heaven. Interviewer: So, when did the relationship change from more than doctor-patient? Reggie: Well, I'm sure that he's gonna say that we kept drawing lines in the sand and crossing them. He loves saying that. The first line was kinda strange. He had greeted me like normal, "Good morning, Reggie, hop up on the table and remove your shirt." "Ok, Dr. Morrison," I'd squeak, showing him my skinny body and sitting on the exam table in those stiff, uniform shorts. He would give me an exam every day, first he'd cup his stethoscope between his hands to warm it up, then listen to my heart and lungs at various spots on my chest and back. He had a pattern, the same every day, so after a while I started to anticipate each movement, each slow press of the still-cool metal to my skin. But the best part was his warm hand as it moved around to steady me; holding my shoulder, flat on my chest, along my belly and across my back. It only took a few days before I caught myself closing my eyes and sighing when he made those touches. I had never been more happy than I was when he touched me. Interviewer: You said that you crossed a line, but that seems innocent enough. Reggie: Ok, so that day he was giving me another of the shots that was supposed to help with my breathing and my allergies. I was so used to them that I didn't even worry anymore, so I was really surprised when it hurt like crazy. Dr. Morrison had no idea what went wrong and never did, but I screamed and then started to cry it hurt so bad. So, I told you that he's kind, so it was like instinct to open up his arms to me and wrap me up, "Reggie, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened," he kept saying in his calm, gentle voice, "there, there, baby, it'll feel better soon." I cried into his shoulder and let him pull me closer, then I started pressing myself into him. I remember that his white shirt was stiff and rubbing on my chest and was really rough. In the end it was me that crossed the line. I don't know why, I don't know what made me do it. It had to be how right it felt, like I expected him to lean down and kiss the top of my head any second, like a parent would. It felt so normal that when I stopped crying, I turned my head and my face was buried in his neck, I puckered my lips and pressed them to his skin. Interviewer: Wow, what happened then? Reggie: I remember that his skin tasted salty, I guess that's his sweat? Anyway, it hit my tastebuds and made my eyes pop open and I pulled back when Dr. Morrison gasped. We looked at each other in shock, but he regained his senses fast and told me, "It's ok, Reggie, perfectly normal," which, of course, it wasn't. There was nothing normal about kissing a grown man on the neck, but it had felt so right. Interviewer: And was that the end of it? Reggie: Well I was like, "Uh huh, uh huh," saying it really quick. Then I just said, "I'm sorry," I was worried that he'd be mad. "No, no," he told me, "it was nice," then caught himself, "I mean, that's a nice thing to do," then he said his little warning for the first time, "Remember, no one can know, they wouldn't understand." Interviewer: So you must have crossed a lot of lines. Reggie: Oh, yeah! That was the first line, but there were so many more. And they happened so fast that before I knew it I was laying on his exam table. I remember that I was on my front (Reggie got a far-off look, like he was having a wistful memory), my feet were dangling while he moved into me from behind. It hadn't hurt, instead it was warm. It felt so close and magical. He surrounded me, I remember the pressure on my back and the hot breath as he moved inside of me. "You're so perfect," he whispered right into my ear, "so beautiful, Reggie. I love you, sweet boy," he panted while he slid into me and I started to feel my body rubbing against the exam, my little dick pointed up and pressed between my body and the paper from the roll that they pull out for each patient. I could feel it rub, it almost hurt, but still nothing from the other side. I have no memory of that part, how it felt, if it hurt, I don't remember at all. I just remember him pressing against me, knowing that he couldn't go anymore. He was in me all the way. "Reggie, please, Reggie," he panted really quietly, "I need you, baby boy, I need to be with you," he whispered but got louder before cutting off a groan. Finally he broke down, he couldn't take it anymore, I knew all of the signals, this wasn't the first time that I'd seen what happens when a man cums, it was just the first time I'd had it this way. It's when he couldn't take it anymore, you know? Like when he couldn't turn back, it was happening, like it or not. He got a little rougher, a little louder, like an animal, I could feel that he needed me and I wanted to cry when he choked and said, "I'm there...inside you...fuck," and then he finished. That part I remember, the last presses, faster and harder, then he got bigger, I know it was a tiny bit but it always seemed crazy that it could get bigger. Then he stopped, pressed so hard and I cried out, I couldn't help it! He got so deep and swelled and then started to fill me. That was my memory, having a full feeling inside, full, warm and loved. He was laying on me, I felt the breathing again, "You're amazing, I love you Reggie," he told me for like the millionth time in a hushed voice. He kissed all over my cheek `cause my head was laying on the table and turned to the side. I remember that I was smiling big, feeling him in me still. That was what I loved about fucking; feeling connected to Curt. (My interview with Reggie continued, but I discussed these topics later with Dr. Morrison and thought that it would be informative to compare the two recollections of the same events. So what follows is an excerpt from my later interview with Curt Morrison.) Interviewer: Ok, so, as you know, I've already spoken with Reggie about your relationship. There are a few things that he talked about that I'd be interested in hearing your side, but first I wanted to ask you about your feelings toward boys before Reggie and when you recognized those desires for him. Curt: Well, the truth is that I've always been attracted to boys. I gravitated toward a boys school for that reason, I guess, but it was more to surround myself with them, not to pursue them for my gratification. Interviewer: But that's what you ended up doing, right? Curt: No, not at all (This seemed to upset him slightly) As he probably told you, Reggie was always the aggressor. Yes, I loved every second of it, but if he hadn't made that first move this never would have happened. Interviewer: And by first move, you mean when he gave you a peck on your neck? Curt: (laughing) Is that how he described it? Well, I considered myself lucky to not have a hicky by the time he stopped sucking on me! He was nervous, and I think embarrassed, but it was no peck. Interviewer: I see. So Reggie was eager to tell about the first time that you had intercourse (Curt flinched at the word). I'd like to hear your impressions. Curt: Ok, well, that's quite a word for it, but I guess that it's accurate. Interviewer: Reggie seemed to prefer, "fucking". Curt: Yes he does! He has a way with words sometimes. Firstly, I'd like to say something else about your original question about my feelings toward boys and Reggie. Reggie is a completely unique animal. From the moment that I met him I was in love. He's smart, beautiful, funny, irreverent. I truly adore the ground that he walks on. Now, you asked about the first time that we made love, that's the phrase that I prefer, well, we're skipping a lot of ground, but ok. So by that time, we had been together for quite a bit. We had done other things and built up to that first time. And like almost everything, Reggie was the one who demanded it. When he understood that an act existed that could put us closer together, he loves to say that we're connected when we make love, he insisted that it happen. Interviewer: Reggie mentioned being concerned about being quiet. That seemed to be the biggest memory. Curt: Well, not being found out was a big problem for us. Maybe I overdid the warnings, but if we were going to be together, it was necessary. As far as the actual act, I think that first time it was about the closeness for Reggie. It was the same for me, the love between us had never been stronger, but it was also a revelatory experience. The feeling of him opening up to me (at this point Curt subconsciously held his hands in a way that indicated he was remembering their placement on the boy's backside), of sliding into that tight...oh, I'm sorry, you don't want graphic detail. Interviewer: Actually, it's just fine, the purpose is to present the problems with this type of relationship, so that can only be understood if we're completely candid and don't flinch from the gory details. Curt: Well, there was nothing gory about it! We worked a lot to prepare him, so when that day came, he wasn't bothered at all. To watch him open to me, his tiny hole spreading and letting me start to go inside. I'm telling you, it was like an oven. That sight, watching my dick disappear inside of this little guy, along with how it felt, that is etched in my memory forever. I really thought that I had found heaven. And Reggie took it like a champ, he kept groaning and I had to keep reminding him to be quiet. He's right too, I remember listening to the boys play right outside my window as I fucked him. We tried so hard to be silent, but I was really giving it to him by the end. It was the single best experience of my life. When I came in him...sorry, is it ok to keep going? Interviewer: Absolutely, go on. Curt: Well, it felt like cum was just pouring out of me. I had been so excited that when I shot I imaged my semen flying through his body and out the top of his head, there was so much force behind it. Interviewer: Ok, well, that's not holding anything back. And did you think that Reggie enjoyed the experience? Curt: Um, well, you know, he did have an orgasm the second time. Interviewer: Second time? You mean the next time that you were together? Curt: No, I mean the second time that I came. He didn't tell you? That was the best part! He kept squeezing his little asshole and rotating his hips to press himself into the table. I should have been done for a week after that orgasm, but I barely lost my erection and, before I realized it, I was fucking him again. He was going nuts, squirming all over the exam table. Then I pulled out of him and had him flip over. He pulled his legs back, we'd practiced that a lot when I'd lick his asshole, and I couldn't get over the sight of him; his little cock so hard, his tiny balls loose in their sack hanging above his wide-open hole. He starts saying, "Put it back in, put it back in!" while he was pulling on his penis. So I gave him what he wanted. He didn't even wince, my cock looked even bigger that way, comparing it to his little boy dick. It was so fucking exciting! And we both got off at almost the same time. When his anus began to contract around me, I lost it and filled him up some more. Then I was completely done! And we had gotten a little loud, because the headmaster asked me later what was wrong with the groaning boy in my office! I told him that a student had diarrhea (The Dr laughed at this admission), he didn't want to know anymore after that. (Now that we have the differing perspectives on these initial events: first time having an inappropriate interaction and first anal intercourse, we will move back to my initial interview with Reggie.) (A quick note: at this point it seems like a good idea to remind you that, in the interest of science, I am including the unredacted transcript of the interview, despite it possibly reflecting poorly on the interviewer.) Interviewer: You mentioned that you had done a lot of things prior to the first time that he molested you that way, I mean, anally... Reggie: I was never molested! I fucking loved every minute! Interviewer: I apologize, but it does seem that you may have been manipulated by an authority figure without you realizing it. Reggie: No fucking way! This is what I want. Not just the sex stuff, but I love him. He's so great (at this point, Reggie appeared to almost be crying), I don't know what I'd do without him. Interviewer: Ok, I can see that these are sensitive topics. Let's talk about those times between your first kiss and the first time that you, um, had sex? Is that what you prefer that I call it? Reggie: You can call it "sex", you can call it "making love", that's what Curt says all the time. I like to say fucking! Interviewer: I'll stick with "having sex." So can you tell me about that time, between the two events that you've already described. Reggie: Yeah, so after I accidentally kissed him, we didn't talk about it and tried to act normal. But I always got a boner when he would touch me, hell, I got a boner when I'd walk into his office. It was always tenting my shorts and I usually didn't have a shirt on, so I know he saw. Actually, (whispering with his hand to his mouth like he's telling a secret) I wanted him to see it! So he started to touch me a little longer each time and started to stand closer, even giving me hugs and things. And I knew what gay was and I knew what gay people did, so I started to understand that maybe that's what I was feeling. But I knew that he would never do anything, he's way too nice. I mean, too nice to do anything to me, not too nice in general. I love that he's too nice in general! Then one day, like I hadn't planned to do anything, but I sat there with my little pecker all hard and he paused for a second and looked right at me. We were close enough that I could hear his breath and we stayed like that for a second, then I just grabbed him and started to kiss him like crazy. Just pecks `cause that's what I knew, but all over his lips and face and anything that I could reach. Interviewer: How did Dr. Morrison react? Reggie: (laughing) He freaked! He pushed me away and said (mimicking and authoritative voice), "Reggie! What's gotten into you?" But I wasn't having it. Like, now I realize that I should have been worried, but at the time, I was so sure that it was what he wanted too. I said, "I love you and that's what people in love do." We went back and forth, him acting like it was a big fucking deal and me just saying to relax, it was what I wanted if he wanted it too. Then, finally, he gave up. "No one can know," he said and then moved his head closer and gave me this long sensual kiss that made my head explode. He didn't even have to use tongue. I was pushing on my dick while he kissed me and I was just going crazy inside. Then he slipped his tongue in my mouth and I came. Interviewer: You could ejaculate at 11 years-old? Reggie: No, I mean like a dry cum. Where you get the feeling. I got that feeling. Interviewer: I see. Reggie: Hey, since you mention it, you want to know something interesting? Interviewer: Sure. Reggie: See that stain (he pointed to a small circle on the couch cushion next to me, which I acknowledged)? That's from the first time that I came. And I mean like, real, white cum, not that watery stuff that dribbles out when you're little. It was while he was fucking me on the couch, he was hitting that spot that feels so good, you know what I'm talking about? Interviewer: I'm not homosexual, so I don't know, sorry. Reggie: Oh, I thought `cause your dick got hard when I told you that was a cum stain that you were gay. (At this point I looked down and realized the truth in the child's observation. It was also apparent to any observer.) Interviewer: Um...oh my...well, we are doing a lot of talk about erotic topics, that must be why. Reggie: Umm hmm, that, or you're imagining fucking me on that couch like Curt did an hour ago. His naked butt was right where you're sitting while I rode his big dick. We both got off so hard, fuck it was nice! (There is a gasp from me captured on the audio as I look at my seating location while the boy talks, imagining the couple there engaging in these illicit acts.) Reggie: Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But you're kinda hot in a nerdy way and the harder that your dick gets the more I wanna go down on you! Interviewer: That is completely inappropriate! Reggie: You said that you wouldn't judge us. Anyway, I know that you're horny, I mean, when was the last time that somebody sucked your dick? And did they do a good job? `Cause I'm fuckin' great at it. I'd be sucking down your load in like ten seconds, I bet (at this point Reggie had slouched in his chair and was rubbing the front of his pants where a sizable bulge had formed). You get me hot, man, and I just came an hour ago! Interviewer: Ok, Reggie, let's get serious and back to the subject at hand. Reggie: Isn't the subject at hand? Sucking dicks and butt fucking? (I would like to point out that even though we are talking about a relationship that started when Reggie was eleven, he is currently a fifteen year-old and is growing into a man. Although he is likely behind the curve at 5'2", 110 pounds and a small phallas judging by the size of the lump in his pants that he is stroking.) Interviewer: (ignoring Reggie's last question) Let me ask you this; you are growing up, do you worry that Curt won't be interested by the time that you become a man? And by the same token, wouldn't he mind that you're propositioning me? Reggie: No way. We've got things worked out. See, I'm gay, no getting around it, I like boys my age, I like boys that are younger, but I like men the most. I get so fucking horny handling a guy's cock, I just love it. I dream about stroking `em and sucking `em and letting them have me, you know, in the butt. But Curt is a boylover. That's the same thing as a pedo, but it sounds better. So in the end, he's going to need to find boys and he won't be that into me. But I can have any man, so it doesn't worry me. Plus, he's already got Henry Smith, he's a little fifth grader, rich kid but nice. So Curt's been messin' with him all year. Which is fine as long as he doesn't forget his favorite (Reggie gestures confidently toward himself), then we're good. And that answers your other question, he's totally ok with me being with other guys. He knows all about every dick that I've sucked, who blew me, who fucked me, who I fucked. Interviewer: So you aren't exclusively what they call a bottom? Reggie: I top sometimes, and I'll always take a nice blowjob, but I'm really happiest letting a man have his way with me. I love having a strong guy like you just be able to pick me up and move me wherever it feels best, sticking their big dicks in my ass `til we both cum. Wouldn't you like that? We could do it right here, right where Curt just had me. What d'ya think? Interviewer: I think that you're having fun with me. Reggie: No, I want to have fun with you, but you're not ready. It's too bad, your body wants it, your brain just has to listen. (Reggie took hold of the tab on his zipper and began to lower it, the sound of the teeth slowly separating was audible across the room.) Interviewer: What do you think you're doing? Reggie: I'm trying to get you to play with me. Maybe if I show you mine you'll show me yours. Interviewer: Reginald! Stop that right now! Reggie: Ooh, "Reginald," now it's getting serious! (At this moment, Dr Morrison came into the room. We had arranged to speak for one half-hour alone and that time was up. Reggie zipped up rapidly when the man came in. We switched interviews and the Doctor gave Reggie a suspicious look as they changed places.) (Since I excerpted part of this interview above, I will just include the remaining section of the solo interview with Dr Morrison.) Interviewer: Reggie was never able to tell me about the progression of your sexual relationship, aside from an apparent "make-out" session that he felt started the deliberate part of your interactions. Can you give me some of your memories of those experiences? Curt: Sure, I guess that it would be that time, when he started to kiss me and we ended up making out. He actually had an orgasm, he was pre-pubescent at the time, so he didn't ejaculate, but he had a climax, mostly just from kissing. After that it was hard not to let things get out of hand. Reggie has always been good at recognizing arousal in men. Your cheeks were red when I interrupted you two, so I assumed that had pointed out some excitement on your part, is that correct? (I nodded). He's a pistol, I'll tell you. He loves making people uncomfortable almost as much as he likes making people cum! So after that first time, he would call me out when my penile tumescence increased even the smallest bit. I swear that he must spend his whole day analyzing men's crotches. So we started a pattern, he would tell me that he wanted to do something, then he'd demand it because he could tell that I wanted it by my erection. First it was more kissing. Then we started to get naked. Eventually I began pleasuring him with my mouth, front and back. Then he did the same, all of the way up to that day on the exam table. Interviewer: Can you go into your feelings at these steps? Be as graphic, I mean, be as thorough as you can. What I mean is, it's important for me to understand how you were feeling and how it felt to do these things. Curt: Well, it was all like heaven. He's got such a hot little body, so undressing him, kissing his skin was like worshipping a little god. He loved to have his dick sucked. He could climax ten times in a row that way, no joking! Oh, and his balls, man they're nice, soft, tasty, mmm, I could just sit and suckle on those nuts all day long if he could take it. And he'd just squirm, kick his feet, hold onto my head while he rammed his little cock in my mouth. And it was a cute little thing, maybe like three inches. He gets so hard. I mean, children are like that, they get better erections than us men, even without viagra! But his felt like it could snap off it was so hard. The feel of that tight skin while it ran through my lips, oh god it's so nice. I loved blowing that kid. I still do too. I know that he's almost a man, but I still love him and im still turned on by him. His cock's still kinda small and cute, and he's not l that hairy yet, so I still go down on him. I like that tiny bit of hair hitting my lips, man! So hot! And then his cum, it's not sweet or anything, but nothing like a man. I have no problem taking that. Interviewer: Sounds nice, I mean, you know, sounds like you liked it...anyway, how about you? Did he do the same with you? The oral sex? Curt: Oh yeah. He was a natural born cocksucker. As soon as I did it to him, he demanded that I let him reciprocate. He did such a great job. Most kids, they'll use their teeth, they'll stop and start constantly, complain about anything that's not just so: "there's a hair!" "There's stuff coming out of it, gross!" Not Reggie. He slid his lips right down over my cockhead. I was laying on the exam table, which is pretty high, so Reggie was on his feet leaning over the table. No teeth, I didn't give a single instruction, just over and over, "that's so nice baby, more of that." He knew what was coming and didn't stop when I orgasmed, he swallowed everything, I think that he didn't know what else to do. But he didn't even react, just right down the hatch! Interviewer: Wow, that must have been incredible! Curt: Oh fuck, was it! Still is, too. You should feel how good the kid is, he'd probably be happy to show you. Interviewer: Now that you mention it, as you guessed before, he did seem to be propositioning me, is that something that's ok with you? Curt: Of course! I can't control him, he's exploring his sexuality. I think that it's great that he's getting to experience all of these thrilling things. Plus, the reality is that my tastes are for younger boys, so eventually I won't be interested. He should continue to be with men who appreciate him. I love him so much and I can't imagine turning away from him, but I know that day will come. You were able to resist his charms? Interviewer: Yes, of course, I'm not gay and I'm not a pedophile. I have no interest in boys in that way. Now, your changing tastes, is that where Henry Smith figures in? (Dr Morrison has a shocked look, it quickly becoming obvious that he had not expected me to have this information) Curt: I haven't spoken to him about his story being shared. I can talk in broad terms. Also, I can communicate with him and see what he thinks about coming by. Interviewer: Is he close? We're so far from the school. Curt: His family has a cottage nearby, that's how we started to talk, we would see each other in school and on vacation. Interviewer: And you do the same things that you do with Reggie? Curt: (fiddling with his phone) I'm texting him, I'll have to have him run by so that I can ask. Can't talk about these things on text. Interviewer: it's interesting that you can get away with texting at all. Curt: Well, to be honest, students are expected to contact teachers themselves. It's a self-advocacy thing, more like the real world. That way, benign texting goes unnoticed. We all speak in code anyway. Certain phrases meaning different times and places to meet. That kind of thing. (The doctor's phone buzzed) Oh, he'll be right over. (At this point the thirty minutes allotted to Dr Morrison alone was finished. Reggie walked into the room as soon as the time expired and went straight to the couch, taking a seat right next to me.) Interviewer: Um...ok, together...um. So tell me about your best time together. Reggie: Ooh, when we came here the first time and got to be loud! (He grabbed my leg to emphasize his point). Remember? (He addressed Dr. Morrison) Curt: I sure do, you had the windows rattling. Reggie: I could finally be free. I was up here on the arm of the couch (He sits up and gets onto his knees, placing his hands on the armrest, then wriggles his butt back and forth in front of me), what `d'ya think? Still say "no?". Curt gave it to me so rough, but I loved it "Fuck me, fuck me...oh harder, ugh, ugh!" (This was stated as he pretended that he was being fucked). Curt: Henry is coming by, maybe you can entertain Reggie while Henry hangs out with me? Reggie: you're so horny for that little guy. You like fucking him more than me? Yeah, dude (addressing me), you can do me while Curt does Henry. Interviewer: As I've said, I'm not gay and not a pedophile, I'm not interested in fucking...uh, having, uh...anal relations with you. Reggie: This says different! (The subject has reached into my lap and has grasped my penis, which is indeed erect.) Curt: (addressing Reggie) I think that he likes your cute butt. Reggie: (the teen slides his backside into my lap and finds my cock to wedge between the cheeks of his pert bottom) You want to play hide the sausage? Does daddy want to teach me a lesson? (My penis begins to feel as if it may burst and I must admit that I was unable to stop myself from touching the bottom of the boy with my hand as he bounced in front of me before I came to my senses and helped the boy to sit back on the couch) Interviewer: Back to the point at hand, you have had anal penetration with Henry? Curt: I'd like his permission, maybe edit this out if he asks me not to mention it. Anal penetration? There's been lots of anal penetration, but I'm assuming that you mean with my penis, since we're being scientific. So yes, I've penetrated him anally with my fingers, my tongue and my penis. Is that too graphic. Interviewer: No, not at all, it's important to be completely candid. Do you worry about hurting him when you fuck such a young boy? I mean, have intercourse? Curt: No, remember that Reggie was eleven when we started. If the boy is relaxed, or even better, if he's horny, it can go quite well. He just needs to be loosened up, needs lots of lube, patience and position can make a difference. Interviewer: Position? (At this time there is a faint knock from elsewhere in the cottage. Dr Morrison announces that Henry has arrived and gets up to answer the door. As soon as he has left the room, Reggie moves back to my side and is running his hand slowly up my leg. I've been fighting his advances for several minutes, so I can blame fatigue, but instead of brushing it away I just watched. The hand slid, slowly, inch by inch, up my leg and into my inner thigh. The touch was somehow gentle and feathery while being firm and sensual at the same time.) (It took a moment for me to realize that I was holding my breath as the hand drew closer and closer to the juncture of my legs. Finally, the boy reached his target and his amazing fingers pressed into my scrotum before working out the shape of my erection inside my pants.) Reggie: That's more like it! Little Paul wants to come out and play (at this point he began to unfasten my belt, unbutton my pants, then slowly drop the zipper. Spreading my fly open to expose my underwear, he looked at me lasciviously and pulled the waistband over my erection and down until it was held under my nutsack.) I knew that you had a nice one! Interviewer: Reggie, we can't... Reggie: Fuck yeah we can! (As if frozen, I'm unable to move when the handsome young teen leans over and drops his lips over my penis. I've never in my life experienced such a wonderful sensation; tight, warm, so wet. I groaned as he took a large proportion of my dick right inside his mouth.) Interviewer: Oh, fuck kid! Oh my god! Reggie: (releasing my cock from his lips with a smack) I told you I was good! (Reggie resumes blowing me and I am completely unable to resist him. I've been blown before, but this kid is ten times better than any girl that I've ever been with. As he bobs his head, the smooth, pliable and warm inside of his mouth, and even throat, are making my knees shake and sending shivers up and down my spine.) (Watching him, I can't believe how beautiful he looks. I touch his face with my hand, cupping his cheek and he leans into my palm, smiling the best that he can with his mouth stuffed with cock. He looks so perfect. Suddenly having him sucking my dick seems like the most normal and correct thing in the universe.) Interviewer: That feels so good, my god are you gorgeous. Reggie: (Again releasing my penis) I guess that you're a little gayer than you thought. Interviewer: (placing my hand on the back of Reggie's head and guiding him back to my wet, dripping cock) Whatever, just please don't stop. Reggie: (just before taking my crown through his lips) I won't stop, at least not until you decide that it's time to fuck me. (I can only groan and apply more pressure, pushing him slightly down onto my cock, the now familiar heat of his mouth surrounding me. Unable to take my eyes off of him, my gaze travels down his body and I recognize that he has loosened his pants and they are sagging in back, the dimple of his asscrack just visible above his underwear and I begin to wonder what it would feel like to take him up on his offer to take him from behind. Unfortunately, that thought is interrupted.) Henry: Eh hem! (the sound of a fake throat clearing snaps me out of my haze) Looks like you started without me. (I look up from the couch and see that Dr Morrison has walked back into the room. Under his arm is a much younger boy. He has delicate features, a cute smile and what looks to be a skinny, 4'8" frame hidden under a baggy shirt. My first thought is that I am seeing proof of the existence of god, because nature couldn't create something so beautiful on its own.) (Dr. Morrison is also smiling, seeming to gain amusement out of my succumbing to Reggie's charms.) Curt: I told you that he was great at telling when a man wants him. And isn't he the best? Interviewer: (feeling guilty, but unable to lie, I look back at the child fellating me and run my fingers through his hair) He's incredible. Henry: (Pouting) I'm good too! Curt: You're absolutely amazing, but Reggie has had a lot of experience, so it only makes sense that he'd be better. (The doctor then addresses me) So, you might have guessed, but Henry said that he's happy to divulge any details that you'd like. But I guess that may not be an issue now. (Returning his gaze to Henry) Maybe you could demonstrate how good you are for Paul? (Henry gets a devilish smile, so similar to Reggie's a few minutes before, and kneels down in front of the doctor. He works to open the man's pants, looking up at his lover over and over as he gets them open and pulls them down his legs. Curt's erection is pushing out the thin cotton of his boxers and Henry makes quick work of pulling the waistband over the bulging head and sending the underwear down the man's legs to pool with his pants on the floor.) (Dr Morrison is in great shape, a six pack apparent when he starts to remove his shirt, and just below, a rather large cock, bouncing in front of the eleven year-old's face.) Henry: (Jokingly taking the man's cock in his hand and stroking it) Mmmm, there he is! (Henry leans forward and licks the cockhead, curling his tongue into his mouth to take a taste of the precum dripping from Curt's piss slit. The man groans audibly as Henry returns and licks all around the glans before moving to the sides and treating the cock like the worlds most delectable ice cream cone. Returning to the tip, the small boy eagerly swallowed the first two inches of the doctor's rock-hard dick and used his hand to massage the rest of the shaft. Curt closed his eyes momentarily and ran his hand through the boys hair and looked toward me.) Curt: See? Does he seem unhappy? Is he being forced to do something that he thinks is disgusting? (These were rhetorical questions, since Henry's muffled sounds of pleasure at his task filled the room with, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," around his mouthful of mancock.) And is Reggie being scarred by going down on you? He really seems to be suffering. (The boy with his lips wrapped around my penis was simultaneously rubbing his own boner which he had worked out of the top of his pants. Again, it was obvious the pleasure that he took in his task, even more so than Henry. The sight of his cute little cock, still not a man's, a small bit of straight hair around, but mostly still bald, well, maybe it was in appreciation of the job that he was doing, but for the first time in my life I wanted to taste someone else's cock. My hunger didn't go unnoticed.) Curt: Ahhh, you like his little woody, huh? You're wondering how that would feel slipping past your lips? I can give you the answer; heavenly, alive, delicious, but nothing will do the justice of that boydick moving inside of you. Reggie? I think that Paul wants a taste. (I had been rendered mute by the work that Reggie was performing like a grandmaster on my dick. When he let it slip out and the air began to cool my wet cock, I was greeted by the sight of the trim young teen working his way up my body, kissing my stomach, pushing up my shirt to access my chest and a delightful dart of his tongue followed, flicking at my instantly erect nipple. Then he drew the little nub between his lips. When I groaned from the intensity of his sucking he unlatched like a baby, then dove for my face, shocking me when his lips hit mine and his tongue was thrust into my mouth.) (I sucked on his tongue the way that he had sucked on my cock, then we switched and I instinctively pushed into him, exploring every crevice of his sour-breathed mouth. He was only there for a moment when he broke off the kiss and put his feet on the couch, standing in front of me and presenting me with his penis. At a crossroads, I turned to look at the other pair and was surprised to find that Henry had removed all of his own clothing and they were now on the floor in the traditional 69 position, the boy's butt facing me and his smooth balls laying on the doctors nose as Henry rolled his hips, inserting his unseen spear into the man's lips. From this position, the boy's bobbing head was the only indication that the same was happening on the other end, the doctor's hands roaming up and down the smooth back and buttocks of the younger boy, his tiny opening winking at me when his cheeks parted a bit more on some thrusts.) (My horniness was skyrocketing, to the point that when I turned back to see the wet-tipped, adolescent meat in front of me, I only parted my lips, closed my eyes and let him slide it in. While his blowjobs were heaven, sucking his cock was transcendent. He wasn't circumcised, which was unusual for me and gave his glans a silkier texture than I imagined a cut cock would have. He was impeccably clean and tasted only of skin, but when I dabbed at the tip with my tongue, I found his precum to be sweet and delicious. I found myself unable to get enough of it to the point that the boy had to hold my head in place and slip into me, my preoccupation with the tip not moving fast enough for the virile youngster.) (The sensation of having this living part of him inside of me had my cock dripping as I felt his penis stop just short of my throat, the entire thing buried in me, my nose pressed to the boy's firm pubic area. The sparse hairs here were exciting to me for some reason, the future man peaking through. Having him stand on the couch like this was awkward, so holding my arm across his tight butt, I pivoted my body so that I was laying on the couch, my head on the armrest, pulling Reggie with me, his cock still deep in my mouth. He was on his knees, his hands beside my head on the armrest as he fucked his dick down into me, his loose, bald nutsack slapping against my chin.) Reggie: Yeah, suck that fucking dick! You fucking love it, I told you. Oh, man, that feels so nice, keep doing that. (In response to my heightened libido, I had been pulling on my own cock while I blew the child above me. I suddenly felt a hand on mine, which pulled mine away and replaced it with the delicate, slender fingers that could only be Henry. Immediately following the touch, I felt the unmistakable wetness of a tentative tongue across the sensitive tip of my dick before slowly dragging his tightly sealed lips down the first two inches, causing me to moan, even with the other boy's dick filling my lips. My sounds didn't go unnoticed and Reggie stopped for a moment and turned to look behind us.) Reggie: Oh, you like the little boy sucking your cock, you dirty old man! (I was not able to see the boy's head past Reggie, but I was able to see his back that was at a 90 degree angle to my body, Henry kneeling on the floor while he gave me a shockingly good blowjob from the side.) (The surprising thing was behind the boy. Kneeling there, Dr Morrison had the boy's butt cheeks pulled apart and he was aggressively attacking the child's pink pucker with his tongue. The ever perceptive Reggie sensed my shock.) Reggie: Yeah, he's getting that kid good and ready to be fucked, are you gonna do that for me? Will you lick my little hole? (Feeling guilty for having a negative thought, I couldn't help but remember that Curt had supposedly fucked Reggie before our interview, so that may not be the best place to learn about rimming. Luckily, Reggie seemed to have no expectations and instead moved to grab the bottle of lube that Curt had discarded after spreading it on his fingers, which now appeared to be buried inside the backside of cute little Henry.) Reggie: Here, (grabbing my hand) you have to help me a little. (Pouring a bit onto my fingers, he held my hand by the wrist and guided it between his legs. Moving to widen the spread of his legs, he held one cheek with his free hand and placed my index finger on his hidden, little butthole. He moaned when it popped inside.) Fuck, yeah, that's it. In and out now, move it in and out like you're fucking me. (I feel my penis slip from between Henry's lips, the whole blowjob unseen by me, and I look to the side too see the naked child being positioned on the floor by Dr. Morrison.) Curt: I told you that there are easier ways. If he's halfway on his side like this and his right leg bent at the knee (Henry had his chest mostly on the floor, but his hips are rotated to the side, forced by the bent upper leg). This way, things are lined up inside and it makes entry easier because you're getting rid of some of the kinks in the colon. In addition, the boy can be more relaxed, since he's in a comfortable position to submit to your entry. (Curt was massaging the child, who lay contentedly as the man moved behind him. While my fingers were enjoying their first feel inside the warmth of a boy's rectum, the doctor was placing his cock at the entrance to the other, tiny boy's tunnel. It looked like an impossibility, but the doctor's large cock began to slip in.) Henry: Mmmm...uh, fuck...oh man... (Dr Morrison moved back and forth, working himself inside the slim child. From my perspective, which was blocked a bit by Reggie's pelvis that was still in front of me, my lips not yet relinquishing their hold on his hard, young pole, I could see that the doctor's body was gaining ground, sinking deeper and deeper into Henry's delicate back door.) (I was stunned by the pliability of Reggie's anus, my fingers slipping in and out with ease, the lube making it smooth and easy, the teen groaning as I fucked him with two fingers.) Reggie: That's good enough, I want you in me! (Sliding down my body, Reggie was on his knees and let his butt drop to my groin. Reaching behind him he took hold of my dick and I let out a groan. He had somehow poured a bit of lube on his fingers and was busy spreading it around my shaft, the slick feel of his long fingers spiraling around my erection making me shake. He lined himself up with my dick and began to sit back, my glans touching his pucker, his loosened sphincter yielded, letting me inch into his slick tunnel. Reggie was moaning while he descended. His cock was so stiff, not even four inches of slim, teen meat, another drop of precum forced out by the entry of my penis into his tight asshole.) (As soon as he finished dropping onto me, his cheeks flattening on my midsection while working to get every bit of my cock into him, he started to bounce.) Reggie: Ugh, Ugh, yeah, you got a nice dick, man, oh fuck (I'm stunned by how cute I find him. Obviously, my base instincts are appreciative of the extreme pleasure that's coursing through me courtesy of his rectum. Still, I am surprised by the emotions that I feel. First off, I find him very cute to look at. Reggie isn't as developed as a typical boy his age, making everything somehow more attractive to me; his slim dick, his undersized balls and his tight body, invited my hands to roam, sliding up his body, so smooth and tight, he leans back and sighs, letting me explore him and stretching himself out before me.) Interviewer: Fuck kid, you're so hot. Reggie: Mmmm, that's so nice, you got such a nice cock, oh yeah...yeah...yeah, oh god, fuck me...yeah (Reggie's left hand is on my thigh, supporting him as he impales himself onto my spear, his right hand has come around to stroke his beautiful cock as he moans and groans and begs to be fucked harder.) (I glance to the floor and see that Curt has turned Henry onto his stomach and pulled him into a kneeling, all-fours, doggy-style position. He's laying into the tiny boy with surprising force, Henry's head bowed, grunting with each thrust, their bodies audibly slapping when they collide on each plunge.) Curt: Oh, shit, sweetie, you're gonna make me cum soon, you're so fucking tight, baby, oh shit, kiddo...so good, oh my god...I need to cum inside you... oh shit! (The doctor enters the young boy faster and faster, Henry almost crying, seemingly from joy as he encourages the grown man to continue fucking him.) Henry: Yeah...Ugh...fuck...Ugh...cum in me, oh god! Curt: Fuck! Yes! Argh! I'm cumming! (The man's thrusts grow erratic as he shouts and slaps into the boy repeatedly, grunting with each spurt of his cum as he unloads deep inside the young boy.) Reggie: (The doctor's orgasm seems to set off the boy riding me) Yeah, shit, you're making me cum, oh, suck me! (I'm surprised when the boy pulls himself up off of my penis which flops wetly against my stomach with an audible smack. He moves quickly to my head and almost forces his young cock back in my mouth.) Reggie: Yeah! Fuck, suck me, fuck you're doing good, oh! (His last cry announced his approaching orgasm and I felt his small dick swell in my mouth as he pressed himself hard into my face. Time stopped for a brief moment, anticipation rising before the first splat of his cum hit me right in the throat. It made me cough and forced Reggie to instinctively pull out slightly as his cock spit his watery jizz. His whole body was shaking with each shot, looking like an electrical shock was repeatedly hitting him as his tasty little load spewed into me.) (When Reggie's cock finally stopped jumping around in my mouth, the last dribble of his thin cum slipping right across my tongue, so much sweeter than I expected, and down my my throat, his body collapsed around me as he slumped down. The experience was mindbogglingly glorious, my cock was so hard, pulsing, aching to return to the warm embrace of Reggie's delightful anus. That's when I felt a new touch. At that same moment, Reggie withdrew from my lips with a smack and moved away revealing Henry behind him, holding my cock as he planted his feet on the couch.) Henry: These guys are so selfish, didn't even make us jizz, we'll have to take care of each other. (The younger boy was so hard, his boycock a complete thing of wonder, smooth and firm, I longed to touch him there as I watched the child crouch down and use his hand to aim me at his minuscule opening. When his asslips touched me and began to part, I let out an moan that is clear in the recording. Flabbergasted by the ability of the little guy to take my respectably-sized erection into his body set another new bar for the most pleasant experience of my life.) Henry: Yeah...oh that's nice...right in my pussy, shit, oh fuck... (My dick was rapidly disappearing inside the child, his expression a mix of pleasure, pain and concentration as he bobbed up and down to help work me into his velvety tunnel, settling onto my lap after only a bit of effort. My whole dick was inside of him as he sat and rocked for a moment, his pliable, warm and slick rectum moving around me as he acquainted himself with it.) (I knew that Curt had orgasmed inside of Henry, so I was getting the proverbial "sloppy seconds", but I didn't care. I was surprised to actually be turned on by the knowledge that another man had been with this boy, fucking him and emptying his balls inside of him, my own cock swimming in the leftover lube and cum from the previous copulation. I absolutely loved it.) Interviewer: Holy shit, kid...holy shit, you're a miracle. Fuck that's nice, oh, ride my cock! (Looking to the side, I saw that Curt had taken a seat in the chair across from us and had pulled Reggie into his lap. The naked teen was turned toward his lover and the two were slowly and sensually kissing. The passion between them was so strong that it radiated across the room. I realized the logic of their relationship; they loved each other the most, but needed to be fucked or fuck others. Suddenly it all seemed so simple and natural.) (Looking back toward the boy slowly riding my cock, I had an unavoidable need to kiss his small lips. Pulling him forward so that he was laying on me as much as straddling, my cock still buried to the hilt in his furnace of an ass, we pressed our lips together. I couldn't get enough of his little mouth, the feeling that I was devouring him, even forcing my tongue deep into his mouth. But he didn't mind, sucking on it like a cock and laying still so that I could lift my hips and start to really fuck him.) (The residue left from the previous occupant of Henry's asshole was audible, a wet, squishing noise as my cock started to slam into him, my balls hitting his pert butt. Suddenly I knew that I needed more leverage, I needed to be above him, so I held him and rolled us over so that he was laying flat on his back, my cock still buried, his legs bent back to let me into his sweet nether opening.) Henry: Oh! Man! You can go harder, I can take it...I'm all loose...fuck! Interviewer: Shit, kid, take it, fuck! (I started to really slam into the child, the two of us bouncing on the couch as I forced him against the cushion with each thrust. My balls were slapping him loudly, his cries growing stronger, louder, mixing with the constant sound of my wet cock pistoning into him. We had been kissing but Henry was getting too overwhelmed and dropped away from me with a sigh.) (Our faces were still so close and Henry was staring deep into my eyes. No pain, no concern, he looked peaceful, content, satisfied. I realized that it actually felt romantic, our rutting bodies working so hard to get ourselves and each other off, the cute boy so horny, wanting my cock in him so much that he was stroking himself, his own passion rising.) Henry: (Calmly) I'm going to cum. You're making me feel so good, you're gonna get me to my jizz. Make me cum. (That was the last thing that he said before his eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly. With one strangled cry he came, his tight hole squeezing me as it flexed, his body trying to expel his non-existent semen. The sensation was the end for me, the surge of orgasm came straight from my balls and made it's joyous journey in a flash.) Interviewer: Oh, fuck...I'm cumming! (That was all that I could say as my body froze, seeming to recoil in preparation for the explosion and then it came. Boiling up seemingly from my toes, I grunted loudly as the first surge hit. Glorious spurt after spurt emptied into Henry's bowels. Each one causing a strong flex of my cumming cock inside the cute boy as my creamy load filled up the gorgeous boy.) Interviewer: (Still inside him, I leaned down and kissed his soft lips then whispered) You were amazing, thank you. (Regaining my faculties, I slowly withdrew from the tight sphincter, the boy making a dissatisfied sound at my removal from his body.) Henry: (giggling) You came so much, it just kept goin'. I bet that there's a gallon in me! Interview: I got pretty excited, I guess. Curt: That was beautiful, change your mind about us disgusting pedophiles? Interviewer: Um, well...I need some time to think and sort my thoughts. (I was still naked, seated on the couch, when I panicked a little, realizing what I had done as I surveyed the three naked males in the room with me. All seemed so pleased, so content, so happy. Could this possibly be wrong?) Interviewer: Maybe I need to do some further research. Find more couples to speak to. Reggie: Why don't you talk to all the boys that Curt's fucked? Curt: Reggie! You've got a big mouth, kiddo. Reggie: What? He's already seen the worst, it doesn't matter. (Gesturing toward the doctor but addressing me) See? It's always him that gets uptight. Interviewer: Others? How many? Reggie: Three. Interviewer: Wow, ok, hey listen, thanks and all. I'll be in touch. (Starting to feel self-conscious, I quickly dress, the others staying just as they were.) Thank you for speaking with me and...well...thanks for letting me um...join. I'll let myself out. (I slipped out of the room and out the door. There followed a series of sleepless nights and soul searching until I concluded that I would submit this transcript and rely on your discretion.) End of paper Response from Professor Henkman Paul, Great job on the research. I know that you mentioned that you videotaped your interview. If you could get that tape to me it would greatly help with my evaluation. I may also be interested in conducting an interview with Henry, since he didn't get much chance to tell his story. And there was a mention of three other boys, I'll need to interview them as well. Prof Henkman To: Sam Henkman From: Paul Subject: Interview video Hi, I will bring a thumb drive by with the video, I will trust you not to share beyond your own eyes, it's very sensitive. Dr. Morrison has arranged for all five boys to be at his cottage on Saturday morning. You are welcome to join for the interview. Be sure to get plenty of sleep and eat a good breakfast, it'll be a tiring day ;)