Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2024 05:33:53 +0000
From: Urbuddynick <Urbuddynick@protonmail.com>
Subject: Beating Off Chapter Seven

BEATING OFF
By Nick Waters

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	The RV hummed as we got onto the freeway.  Finally, we were
starting our long-awaited summer vacation.  The ten hour drive to a
secluded lake in upstate New York was made more pleasant by the spacious
interiors of our buddy Jack's forty two foot recreational vehicle.  There
were eleven of us in the group.  Jack, you will remember, is a muscle bear
pedo and sometime kiddie porn director.  There was me, of course, along
with my fiancé Kurt and our two boys Alex and Trevor, both aged
nine.  Additionally, the Parker boys were coming.  You know Zach, our
fourteen year old lawn mower and newly minted porn star, but his two
brothers John aged eleven and Georgie aged seven were also coming.
Rounding out the gang were two other familiar young men.  Arizona, the
seventeen year old porn star, and Tim, the twenty year old frat jock from
Kurt's pedo worshipping party.  Tim wasn't a boy lover himself, but he
brought along Peter, the eight year old son of his pedo boyfriend who was
currently in prison for tax evasion.  Well, I thought, there will be plenty
of pedophiles at the lake for Tim to worship.

	The driver and passenger seats were separated from the cabin by a
door and two steps.  I was sitting in the passenger seat looking over maps
as Jack steered the massive vehicle.

	"We've got quite the crew with us," Jack noted.  "Everyone is cool
sexually except for Kurt's brothers John and Georgie.  If you haven't
noticed, there is an intense rivalry between Zach and John."

	"So, no sodomy on the couch," I said smiling.

	"Not yet," Jack chuckled.  "Zach is terrified John will find out he
is a cocksucker and will tell.  Fortunately, Kurt is working on John now.
Seducing him that is.  It won't take long before he is slurping dick as
well."

	"You just can't turn someone into a cocksucker," I said.

	"Kurt can.  He is the most accomplished seducer I've ever met.
Think about it.  He groomed and fucked Arizona when he was eight.  He
seduced you into being gay and turned you into his sex slave.  He
transformed his son and yours into little sluts.  You and him corrupted
Zach into pedo sex.  Kurt also found Tim cruising for dick in a park, found
out he was the boyfriend of a pedo, and convinced him to bring the man's
boy to him.  Kurt then fucked both Tim and the boy, Peter.  Not only that,
but Kurt has also gotten Tim to bring him other boys to molest as well.
Face it, your fiancé is a pedo Casanova."

	I smiled and scratched my tingling balls through my shorts.  My
fiancé Kurt was indeed the most amazing person I had ever met.

	"Arizona told me he befriended Zach to get access to his little
brother Georgie," I said.

	Jack laughed.

	"Of course, he did.  Arizona loves the small ones.  That's why he
is the star of Kindy Sluts One, Two, and Three.  Zach is great, but
fourteen is too old for most of my viewers.  They like them hairless.  So,
yeah, his younger brothers are definitely worth converting."

	I remembered those films.  It was wild seeing the young teen
fucking one five year old after another.  I had to admit, he did have a way
with those tots.  His warm smile and goofy jokes had him bouncing those
little whores on his ample pedo prick in no time.

	"Have you fucked around with little Peter yet?" I asked thinking of
the innocent looking third grader.

	Jack smiled.

	"Him and Tim spent the night at my place last night.  Little Petey
sucked a load out of my balls while Tim licked my ass.  The good news is
Tim's boyfriend asked that I put Petey into some child porn flicks.  He
wants a nest egg for the three of them when he gets out of the slammer.  I
am going to make BANK on that little fucker," Jack said excitedly.

	"Have you been to this lake house before?" I asked.

	"No. None of us have.  Apparently, it's a mansion that's been in
the family for generations.  It belongs to the best buddy of Kevin's
brother Andy --- you know, the famous football quarterback.  Kevin called
Tim a couple of days ago and invited him and little Petey.  He was
impressed with the college kid at the party.  Frankly, I think Kevin wants
some help corralling the boys.  I am happy as well to have an extra pair of
hands driving this beast.  Between you, me, Kurt, and Tim, it will be a
breeze."

	"Arizona can drive too," I noted.

	"Right," Jack scoffed.  "I don't ever think I have seen him without
a joint in his mouth.  He's a fucking stud, but there's no way he is
driving my RV."

	As we rode, I picked at my tee shirt.  It was uncomfortably tight
on me.

	"Hey, buddy," Jack said looking at me.  "Are you alright.  You've
seemed a little off today."

	He noticed.  Truth was I was .... disoriented. My fiancé
Kurt had me taking this cocktail of testosterone, steroids, and growth
hormones for the last several weeks.  The day before as I was doing my
daily naked workout, I suddenly saw myself in the mirror.  I was stunned,
shocked really.  The mirror reflected someone back other than the normal
me.  My biceps were huge!  My pecs were massive.  When I flexed, my abs had
increased in number and size.  It reminded me of my garden in spring where
one day everything just pops with flowers and leaves.  Throw in my fancy
haircut Jack had given me along with my recently grown beard, and the naked
man I saw in the mirror was a virtual stranger.  When I showed myself to
Kurt, he clapped his hands in pleasure.

	"God, you are perfect!  Just perfect!" he declared before fucking
me right there on the floor.

	I told Jack what was going on, and he nodded.

	"I thought you looked especially buff.  I really knew it this
morning when you loaded my trunk of camera equipment into the RV.  I was
going to ask for your help, but you just picked it up and threw it over
your shoulder.  You're a fucking Hercules, Billy," Jack said.

	There was a knock on the cabin door before it opened.

	Zach looked up at me and asked, "Can I ride shotgun?"

	"Sure," I said unbuckling my seat belt.

	"Hey, I am the one who called shotgun first," his brother John
shouted angrily in a high-pitched voice that confirmed his prepubescence.
"I go first."

	"There's plenty of time for everyone to ride shotgun," I heard Kurt
say soothingly from the cabin.  "John, why don't you come sit next to me.
I will show you where we are going on our trip."

	I moved into the cabin as the ginger teen took my seat.  Kurt and
John were sitting on a padded bench side by side looking at an atlas on a
little table.  Kurt's arm was already around the little boy's shoulders.

	At the dining room table, Alex, Trevor, and Peter were playing a
card game.  Tim was napping on a side couch. I moved behind the boys and
kissed Alex and Trevor on their heads.  Trevor still looked pale from his
recent illness.

	"Come play with us, daddy," Alex offered.  "We're playing Crazy
Eights."

	I sat down with them, and Trevor shuffled.

	"Where are Arizona and Georgie?" I asked.

	"They're playing Candy Land on the bed in the back.  That's a baby
game," Trevor said.

	I looked down the hallway and saw the towheaded teen laughing with
the giggling seven year old.  Damn, he was small for his age.  Georgie
looked more like one of those kindy sluts that Arizona joyously defiled
with his penis.  Between Kurt and Arizona, maybe they would flip the other
two Parker brothers to embrace man/boy sex.

	I asked Petey a series of questions while we played.  Like most
boys he loved the attention, and his smile lit up his already attractive
face.  I learned he was going into the third grade next month, and he was
excited to be going on his first vacation.  I refrained from asking about
his father who at least was getting out of prison before the end of the
year.  Poor Zach and his brothers would be out of high school when their
dad got out of jail.

	I eventually switched with Tim who took over my place in the card
game while I cat napped.  I listened in on Kurt and John.  Kurt was quietly
using his smooth, sultry voice.

	"Now where is Portugal?" Kurt asked.  "Excellent.  You are really
smart, John.  And don't tell anyone, but I think you are the handsomest
brother."

	The boy blushed but moved in closer to Kurt.  Oh yeah.

	"I think I could be a Tik Tok influencer like Zach," John insisted.

	"You certainly are handsome enough for it, and Jack is going to be
filming Tik Tok posts.  On one level the work is easy, but there are parts
of it that can be pretty darn difficult.  Only a few special boys are cut
out for it.  If you want, I could help you."

	"Really?  That's super nice of you Mr. A," the boy replied.

	"Sure, John.  You have a lot going for you.  You're handsome and
smart. But it really helps if you enjoy the work.  Even then it can be
hard.  You have to be tough and eager."

	"That's me, Mr. A.  I'm a hard worker!" the eleven year old said
eagerly.

	Kurt pulled away and scratched his chin.

	"On the other hand, you might not be old enough yet.  An influencer
has to have sex appeal.  Tell me, do you ..." with that he moved in and
whispered in the boy's ear. Kurt made a fist and did the universal beating
off motion.

	John blushed but eagerly shook his head yes.

	Kurt pursed his lips and nodded looking impressed.  Only I could
see the trace of a smile.  He was enjoying this.

	"You might have what it takes.  Tell me, what would you do with the
money?" Kurt asked.

	"I'd help my mom first," he replied quickly.

	"What a good son you are.  I'm so proud of you for saying that.
But there would be money left over.  What would you like? "

	"Some new clothes and a mountain bike," he said.

	I glanced over and looked at his ratty red shorts and frayed tee
shirt.  I thought of that morning when I was loading luggage into the
storage holds.  John came up to me and anxiously said he couldn't find his
clothes.  I asked him what his suitcase looked like.  His smooth face
burned a deep red when he told me they were in a pillowcase.  I remembered
putting it in the laundry room earlier thinking they were dirty clothes for
the maid to handle.  I retrieved it and threw it into the RV's bedroom
because Jack had already locked the storage compartment.  Damn, those boys
really were poor.  It gave my heart a pang.  Kurt, however, saw it as an
opportunity.

	"You could have those things and more, my boy.  With some luck and
hard work," he said silkily.

	Later Tim took over driving, and little Petey rode shotgun.  I eyed
his tiny buns in his tight shorts and imagined his little hole underneath.
My pedo dick twitched.

	With Jack back in the cabin, Kurt said, "Hey Jack.  John is
interested in being a Tik Tok influencer.  I was thinking he would have a
better shot with one of your specialty haircuts."

	Jack smiled and said, "I am glad to hear it.  Tik Tok influencing
is hard work and only a very few are picked. But John is handsome like his
brother.  I have an idea. Since we have seven hours to go, I will cut
everyone's hair who wants it.  Hop into the chair here, John.  Oh, and take
off your shirt.  We will vacuum up everything when we are done."

	"That's very generous of you, Jack.  You boys should do something
extra nice for Jack during the vacation," Kurt said.

	John stripped off his tee, and I admired the boy's flat chest and
smooth armpits.  I hoped it meant he was still smooth below.  Jack is truly
an artist (in haircutting and child porn direction), and soon John went
from a cute boy to a very handsome one.  The skillful styling brought out
his classically sculptured features.  Even his brother Zach grudgingly
admitted he looked good.  I thought back to when Jack first gave me my
transformational cut just two months before.  Who was that man, I thought?
He seemed like a distant stranger.

	"Looking damn good, John," Kurt said motioning him back to sitting
next to him.  "Naw, leave the shirt off.  You've kept yourself fit and look
excellent."

	The boy beamed and sat next to Kurt who pulled him into a hug.  I
watched his hand feel up the boy's chest and belly before resting on the
bare knee beneath his worn red shorts.  Oh yeah!

	Jack ended up cutting everyone's hair with me going last.  Arizona
was so impressed with his styling that he high fived Jack.  I peeled off my
tight tee shirt and showed off my massive chest and rippled belly.  Kurt's
thick silver chain hung around my neck with a lock on the end. My Hollywood
cut was amazing, and he trimmed my beard too.  As I looked in the mirror, I
wondered why I had never grown one before.

	"Jack.  Billy needs some work down below too," Kurt said with a
small smile.

	Jack grinned devilishly and asked, "Pubes, sack, and crack?"

	"Fuck yes," Kurt said which set the boys twittering at his
profanity.

	As another testament to my personal transformation, I stripped with
alacrity.  The thought of exposing myself to these young boys excited me.
Of course, I had used the technique successfully before in seducing Zach,
but now I wanted his brothers to see me nude too.

	Boys love to see naked men and their big penises.  Even those who
grow up to be straight long to see man dick.  They want a preview of what's
to come for them.  I stripped off my shorts and sat back down exposing my
soft and mostly smooth junk.  I hang three fat inches soft with a big, red
mushroom head resting on my large, smooth balls.  The boys stopped talking
and looked.  I smiled and reached into the pocket of my discarded shorts.

	"Who wants some Bubble Yum?" I asked.

	"Me. Me. Me. Me," they replied.

	This allowed me to stand, soft dick swinging, as I handed each boy
a piece of gum.  I popped one into my mouth and sat down again.  Jack
hummed as he applied the shaving cream and got to work.  I chewed my gum,
popped bubbles, and enjoyed someone else doing the drudge grooming.  I
laughed as I thought there were two types of grooming going on.

	Zach looked at me with his gum laden mouth open.  He was obviously
aroused.

	"Geez, Mr. A.  You look like Reacher on that Amazon show," the teen
said.

	I put my hands behind my head and flexed my biceps and pecs.  My
silver chain and lock bounced about.

	"Thanks, Zach.  That's a really nice compliment."

	John chewed his gum and watched closely.  Kurt was slowly rubbing
the boy's thigh.  Was that a little bulge I saw in his shorts?  Even little
Georgie was entranced and kept looking around at everyone and gauging their
reactions.  I could almost hear him thinking, "Is this OK?"  Trevor and
Alex just smiled cryptically and continued their card game.

	I put my legs on the chair arms while Jack lathered and shaved my
crack.  The boys were still quiet as they watched.  When he wiped the foam
away, I winked my asshole at them.

	Kurt stood and came over, putting a hand on my arm.

	"I'm going to borrow my boyfriend for a while," he said.

	John's thinking was so transparent.  I almost saw the proverbial
light bulb going on in his brain.  Oh, they're gay!

	I stood and saw Kurt's shorts tenting with a wet spot.  I went to
pick up my clothes, but Kurt stopped me.

	"Leave them for now.  You won't be needing them," he said guiding
me back to the bedroom.

	You could feel the sexual tension coursing through the room
affecting man and boy alike.  My mauled tits were hard as diamonds.

	In the bedroom, Kurt kissed me deeply while he reached down and
twisted my nipples.  I moved to shut the door completely, but Kurt stopped
me.

	"Leave an inch or so open," he said quietly.

	Instead of a headboard, there was a long mirror mounted to the
wall.  Kurt stripped off his tee and shorts as he told me to get on the
bed.  He turned me to face the mirror and crouched naked behind me.

	"Keep an eye on the mirror.  When you see an eye peeking through,
say, `Fuck me, daddy,' Got it?"

	I nodded and felt Kurt's freshly trimmed beard push into my
crack. My lover licked up and down my now hairless crack before he stuck it
into my hole.  I looked in the mirror wondering if anyone would really peek
inside.  A minute later, I saw it.  There was an eye, and a flash of red
shorts below.  It was John!

	"Fuck me, daddy!" I said with genuine and urgent lust.

	Without ever looking at the door, Kurt stood up and showed off his
erect eight inch dick in profile.  He jacked it with Albolene thoroughly
coating the member.  He stroked the hard piece of fuck meat some more
before releasing it and twitching his hard pedo cock up and down using his
groin muscles.  Damn, my perverted fiancé knew how to show it off.
He moved it into my crack and pushed inside my hole.  Soon he was fucking
in and out of it as the little eye in the door crack continued to watch.

	"Damn, boy.  Your ass feels so good on my dick.  I've been so horny
sitting next to John all day.  He's such a sexy and handsome boy."

	"Yeah, he is," I said moaning as he rubbed my prostate with his
dickhead.  "I bet his ass is really tight."

	Kurt fucked slowly, "I bet you are right.  I want to suck his dick
and fuck his sweet ass."

	From the hallway we heard voices, "Get out of the way, John. I need
to pee," Zach complained.

	"Shut up, fart face," came the reply.

	The eye disappeared, and the bathroom door opened and closed.  Kurt
reached back and closed the bedroom door locking it.  He pulled out of me
and had me get on my back.  He entered me again and then brought his face
to mine.

	"Perfect," he said kissing me again.

	"I saw his red shorts," I said excitedly.  "It was John."

	Kurt smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.

	"Naturally.  I have been sexing him up for hours.  Then you
stripped naked and showed off, and I ostentatiously took you to the bedroom
for sex.  There wasn't any way the little fucker could resist peeking
inside."

	"Now what?" I asked as he settled into a nice rut.

	"Now I cold-shoulder him a bit.  Not too much, but enough to make
him doubt everything and especially himself.  Damn, I love boys who are on
the cusp but not quite in puberty.  I love his hairless pits and unbroken
falsetto voice.  But the force of puberty is hovering near.  Undoubtedly,
he often thinks of sex and beats off multiple times a day.  His seeing my
hard cock fucking you will be burned into his memory for the rest of his
life. We're perverting him!  I can't tell you how much that turns me on."

	With that Kurt shot his load inside me, ending with a long and
sultry kiss. He rolled over and looked me in the eyes as his fingers traced
my chest.

	"I love you so much, Billy.  Don't think I don't know how weird the
least couple of days have been for you.  There is an ancient Buddhist story
of a baby lion separated from his pride who is adopted and raised by a herd
of sheep.  The cub lived like the sheep, grazing and sleeping with them.
One day the lion peers into a pond and sees his reflection.  Suddenly he
realizes he isn't some docile herbivore but the king of the jungle!  A
deep, authentic roar comes bellowing out of his chest, and he was forever
changed.  Yesterday you awakened and saw what you really are.  You're a
lion not a sheep.  On a deep level you have changed, come into your own."

"What does that mean?" I asked.  "Am I still your boy?"

 "If you want to be. I love being your man, and I want to marry you. Being
a lion doesn't mean you can't enjoy submitting to me or anyone else.  Nor
does it preclude you from fucking a man, woman, child or anything else you
desire.  You've become a superior man, and superior men take what they want
in whatever form they want.  No apologies."

	I was awed that Kurt comprehended me so completely.  I had never
been more in love with him.

	"I love being owned by you, Master," I said with my head on his
hairy chest.

	"And I love owning you.  So, let's enjoy this vacation," he
continued.  "Take your time settling into yourself.  Find out what you are
and what you really want.  Understand how fucking strong and powerful you
are now.  Damn, you're perfect.  Bigger than Chuck but smaller than Jock.
Your proportions are flawless, and you don't have any of those unsightly
bulging veins.  I called Jock, and he said reducing to one half dose every
ten days will maintain where you are now," Kurt said.

	Kurt fingered the pillowcase full of clothes.

	"What's this?"

	"It's John's clothes.  He was mortified that he didn't have proper
luggage.  The poor guy is traveling like a refugee."

	Kurt dumped out the clothes and examined them.  Most were worn.

	"Pajamas. Huh?" he said as he pulled a couple of pairs out.  "I'll
break him of that bad habit.  Speaking of which, we better rejoin the
gang."

	I went to suck his dick clean, but Kurt stopped me.

	"I want to smell of sex.  Reek of it.  It will subconsciously drive
John fucking crazy."

	When we returned, Tim and Petey were back in the cabin.  Kurt went
right to little Petey.  I picked up my shorts and tee and redressed as the
rest of the boys watched.  They knew we had just had sex, and the energy in
the cabin was intoxicatingly perverted.

"Petey," Kurt declared picking the little eight-year-old up.  "I am so glad
you are coming with us.  I've missed you!"  he said kissing the boy's
forehead.

"You have?" the boy asked, wide-eyed.

"For sure. You're my buddy.  I really enjoyed the three or four times we
got to spend together. I am so happy we have a couple of weeks to
play. You're one of my most favorite boys in the whole wide world."

Petey smiled, and Tim spoke up.

"Petey's mommy was reluctant at first to let him go, but she has gotten to
know and trust me these last few months.  She is really happy he is going
to get his first vacation at a beautiful lake house.  I am excited too,
because I get to do a special school project for my recreation major."

Of course, she didn't have any idea Tim had been fucking her ex-husband.
Nor did she know that when he caught the man balls deep in his little son
that Tim was more excited than he had ever been.  And now the 43 year old
pedo dad wanted his little pride and joy to become a kiddie porn star.

"Recreation major?  Hell, I think I majored in that at college as well,"
Kurt said.

"Ha ha," Tim said.  "Everyone says that.  But recreation is a big part of
our lives and a great major.  It's a huge industry. Someday I want to run a
theme park or a cruise ship."

John came and stood by Kurt who politely ignored him with a smile.

"Let's do some coloring, Petey.  I want to hear everything you have been
doing since I last saw you."

John's hurt and confused look was unmistakable.

	A couple of hours later, we stopped for lunch at an outlet mall
McDonald's. The August sun relentlessly glared down on us.  Everyone put on
their sunglasses except John who didn't have a pair.

	Kurt came up to me, "Order us a couple of Big Mac combos.  We'll be
right back."

	Kurt whispered into John's ear and put his arm around the boy
leading him away.  When they returned to the restaurant, John was wearing a
two hundred dollar pair of Ray Bans.  The boy never stopped smiling as he
clung to Kurt's side as we ate.  Nobody seemed to notice except Zach who
glared at his brother.

	The rest of the journey took longer as we got into the Adirondack
mountains.  The roads narrowed and the curves had to be negotiated
carefully.  Kurt and I took over the driving, but we did not arrive until
well after dark.

	When we got to a fifteen foot wrought iron gate, a camera turned
and looked at us.  The gate swung open, and I drove carefully for about a
mile before we saw the house.  It was a massive three story Victorian clad
in grey wood.

	"Fuck," I said, "This is unbelievable."

	Kevin came outside and showed me where to park.

	"You guys are later than expected.  Everyone is in bed now," the
handsome teen jock said.

	The boys were pretty sleepy, but Alex stopped to marvel at the
house in the moonlight.

	"Wow.  This looks like that house in Locke and Key," he exclaimed.

	Kevin took us to our rooms.  The boys were housed together in large
room on the second floor which used to be the conservatory.  A dozen bunk
beds lined the walls with pictures of space rockets and pirate ships on the
walls.  A few boys woke up sleepily, and my dick twitched as a very cute
little lad smiled at me.  I grinned back and hoped for the chance to fuck
his brains out in the next couple of weeks.

	"Arizona, Tim, and Zach have their own room on this floor," Kevin
said.

	I could see John begin to protest until Kevin said, "John has his
own room across from Kurt's and Billy's on the third floor."

	I carried most of the luggage, almost effortlessly, up three
flights of stairs.  Damn, I loved being big and strong.  Kurt's and my room
was a spacious circular affair located in the turret.  John's was a small
windowless chamber across the hall.

	"All the windows are screened and open," Kevin said. "We don't have
AC, but there are ceiling fans.  The other turret room is the owner's.  He
will be joining us in a few days.  You guys share the bathroom at the other
end of the landing, but the really cool part is over here.  This room is a
sleeping porch.  It is screened in, and it happens to be the only place on
the property where you can get a decent cell phone signal.  Yup, we have no
cable or connectivity for calls except here.  Breakfast is at nine, and you
can meet everyone else.  Oh, and here is the map of the area.  There's a
great trail around the lake. "

	I peeked inside the porch room and saw a fold out couch and a few
chairs.  I could see the nearly full moon reflecting in the black water of
the lake below.  Kevin said good night and left the three of us to get
settled.  John unpacked his pillowcase in his little room, and Kurt made a
beeline to the bathroom.  He left the door open as he whipped out his cock.
John came out just in time to see Kurt pissing a forceful stream of dark
yellow urine.

	"Damn, that feels good," he said looking right at the eleven year
old.  "Do you need to piss?"

	John shook his head no.

	"Billy and I sleep in the raw, so don't be surprised if you see us
walking naked back and forth.  What about you?  Are you a sleep naked guy
or do you wear underwear?"

	John hesitated.

	"Because I know you are a young man now and don't wear pajamas like
a little boy."

	"I, um, sleep in my underwear," John lied.

	"Boxers or briefs?"

	"Um, briefs," he replied.

	"Nice!" Kurt replied shaking the piss droplets from his pedo dick
before tucking it in his shorts.

	Inside our room Kurt said to me, "You're on your own tonight, babe.
I am going to take John's virginity tonight.  Probably just his mouth
virginity, but it has to happen tonight.  The boy is ripe for sex.  If you
get horny, check out your computer in a couple of hours."

	I hadn't spent a night apart from Kurt since becoming his boy, but
I nodded.  Kurt stripped and kissed me long and hard.  He pulled a fat
joint out his bag, grabbed his i-phone and walked naked across the hall.
He knocked on the door, and John answered in his frayed tighty whities.

	"Hey.  Let's go out to the porch room.  I have to check my
messages.  I also have a joint," Kurt said with a grin.  "You ever smoked
dope before?"

	The kid looked at Kurt's beautiful naked body and shook his head
no.  His little boy erection was trying to escape from his underwear.

	"You will love it," Kurt said guiding the boy across the landing.
He winked at me as he closed the door.

	I stripped and walked naked to the bathroom.  The bathtub was one
of those glorious claw foot jobs from a century again.  A big man like me
could easily take a real soak in it.  That night I pulled the curtain
around it and showered.  Then I went to bed.

	I woke up at five in the morning.  It was still dark, and I
switched on the bed lamp.  There was a desk and a chair under one of the
windows in the circular room.  I grabbed my laptop and sat naked at the
desk.  There was an encrypted file from Kurt.

	I opened it, and I realized it was a video of Kurt and John on the
sleeping porch.  Kurt was positioning the phone on a ledge.

	"I need to download some files," my naked lover said to the
underwear clad boy.  "This looks like the best reception I am going to
get."

	Of course, what he was really doing was filming the pair at just
the right angle to get the juicy shots.  Kurt returned to the couch and
pulled out the rolled joint and a lighter.  He toked hard and handed it to
John.

	"Just inhale a little bit of it and hold it in your lungs," he
said.

	A little coughing and several passes later, the two were laughing
with tell-tale glassy eyes.

	"I can't believe you are naked," John said openly admiring Kurt's
hard biceps and rippling abs.  The contrast to my smoothness was stark.
Kurt soft chest hair covered him sensuously, and his meaty dick was topped
with a full forest of black, kinky pubes.

	"I think you like looking at me naked," Kurt said moving his hand
down to rest on the boy's cloth covered penis.

	Kurt moved in and kissed the eleven year old.  The virgin boy
kissed back.  Deeply.  Hungrily.  They made out for almost five minutes as
Kurt gently rubbed the boy dick through the fabric.

	"If you want to succeed at Tik Tok influencing, you have to have
sex appeal.  If you want sex appeal, you have to have sex," Kurt said after
pulling off the kid's mouth with a line of spit connecting their lips.

	"I don't know if I'm gay," John said anxiously.

	"You won't know if you don't try.  You should try everything a few
times and see what you like.  I like women, men, girls, and boys.  As you
can tell..." Kurt said pointing to his groin.

	Kurt's thick eight inches curved up passionately in complete
hardness.  He took the kid's hand and put it on his meat.

	"Feel my dick.  You did that, sexy.  You made me so hard," Kurt
said before kissing the boy again.

	"It's so big," John marveled as his hand slowly started stroking.

	"Let me see yours.  Come on. Get naked."

	John slid his underwear off, and Kurt subtly positioned him so that
his little boner was clearly visible in profile.  There wasn't a single
hair above to cock.  Oh yeah!  It was a tad smaller than Zach's but larger
than our boys' which made sense considering his age fell between those two
groups.  Kurt licked John's ears and neck before moving down to his nips.
He sucked on a pap bathing it with his spit wet tongue.

	"Ooooh, that feels so good," the boy moaned.

	Kurt smiled and moved to the other one.  He kept his hand resting
on the boy's thigh without touching the excited member.  Slowly he moved
down the belly, licked and lapped at the belly button, and then reached the
bare pubic mound.  He painted it with spit doing the same with the creases
between the thighs.  John seemed almost to hyperventilate, and his preteen
dick quivered.

	When Kurt licked from the boy's small, hairless balls up the shaft
to the head, John let out a loud moan before collapsing into the cushion.
Without waiting, the pedo opened his mouth and swallowed the cock.  I could
see the pleasure in Kurt's eyes as he sucked the dick.

	John thrashed about; lost in a pleasure he had never experienced
before.  Who can forget their first head?  That first time a tongue wraps
its wetness around your hard cock.  I know what a talented cocksucker Kurt
is, and my seven inches were fully boned and dripping a line of pre to the
chair.

	"I'm going to cum," John declared loudly.

	Kurt looked at him, eyes crinkling with pleasure, and continued to
suck the eleven year old.  John's cum was magnificent, and I nearly shot my
own watching it.

	"You are still dry cumming," Kurt said to the gasping kid.  "That's
great."

	They smoked another round as Kurt's hand roamed over the boy's
chest.  He pinched the nips hard, then harder.  He observed the kid closely
and lovingly.  It was a visual feast.  His hand moved to the boy's face and
caressed his cheek.  Then he slipped his adult thumb between the boy's lips
and onto his tongue.

	"SUCK," Kurt ordered forcefully.

	John complied and sucked hard on the digit.

	"That's it, John.  Suck.  Let me feel your tongue all over it."

	John nodded and sucked.  Kurt pulled his thumb out and shoved three
fingers into his mouth.  Without being told, the kid slobbered over them.
Kurt moved to the end of the bed and put his feet on the ground.

	"Get on your knees on the floor between my legs," he said firmly.

	John scrambled around and complied.  His dick was once again fully
hard as he looked in Kurt's eyes.

	"Lick my balls."

	The boy's tongue moved up and down the huge, shaved ball bag.

	"Taste my man sweat.  Savor it."

	He lapped every inch of the huge, cum-filled nuts.

	"Now put one in your mouth and suck gently," he said petting his
hair.

	"Good boy.  Look at me.  In my eyes."

	John did.  The boy was shaking from lust and adrenaline.

	"Suck my dick, boy," he said quietly but firmly.

	John carefully inserted the fat cockhead into his mouth.  They both
moaned at the same time.  Oh yeah.  The little fucker started sucking his
first man cock.  Beautiful.

	Kurt slowly thrusted his cock in and out but then became more
aggressive.  The hairy man pulled his spit wet fuck tool out of the slut's
mouth and rubbed it all over his smooth face before fucking it back into
the kid's cock holster.  Every now and then he would pull out, dick bobbing
and dripping, only to insert his hand into his mouth.  He kept pushing
until John gagged and coughed up spit.  Then the dick slid back into the
mouth until he gagged.  Before long, his face was covered with long strands
of thick, gooey deepthroat spit.

	"That's right, boy.  Suck my fucking dick.  Yeah, that feels so
good.  No!  Let it into your throat.  Choke on it.  Open your god damn
throat!" Kurt barked gruffly.

	I had been with him when we seduced his older brother Zach into
cock sucking, and I had seen videos of him breaking in our sons.  This
seduction was substantially different.  It was closer to his grooming and
seduction of me.  John kept at it: trying, choking, and swallowing every
inch he could of the pedo's molesting penis.  All the while the soon to be
sixth grader was beating off his own little boy member.

	Kurt grabbed a hank of his hair as he continued to fuck five inches
into the boy's mouth and throat.  I could tell that Kurt was very turned
on.  His nipples were hard, his balls were pulling up, and his leg vibrated
wildly with an uncontrollable lust.  Still holding his hair, the muscled
pedo pulled out of the mouth and then shot rope after rope of cum all over
his smooth, handsome face.

	John looked shell shocked and then twitched and spasmed in his own,
dry ecstasy.  Using his hair, Kurt turned the boy's face to the phone
camera.

	"You look so fucking sexy covered in man sperm."

	Then he scooped up gobs of his fuck wad on his fingers and shoved
them deep into the boy's maw.  Over and over, he repeated this until the
kid's face was clean.

	"Ah," Kurt said casually.  "Looks like my files have downloaded."

	And my naked lover turned off the video.

	I sat in the chair, incredibly hard, and amazed.  Jack was
absolutely right.  Kurt turned a virgin boy into a cocksucker in just one
day.  And not a garden variety cocksucker either.  He turned John into a
slobbering dick pig.

	Suddenly, the dark sky was split by the first rays of daylight.
The once black lake suddenly became ablaze with color.  I put on a pair of
shorts, sneakers, and a fresh tee.  Picking up the map Kevin gave me the
night before, I left the bedroom.

	At the landing, the door to the sleeping porch was closed, and I
quietly made my way down the three flights of stairs to the ground floor.
As I was heading towards the front door, I heard a noise.

	"Good morning, daddy," the voice said.

	I focused my eyes and saw my son Alex sitting in a winged back
chair.

	"Heyyy, champ.  What are you doing up so early?"

	"I just woke up wide awake.  I think it's because I slept so much
in the RV yesterday."

	"Perfect!  I was just going to explore the area.  There's a trail
which goes around the lake.  Would you like to join me?"

	"Yah!  Thanks, daddy," my boy exclaimed.

	He took my hand, and we went out the imposing double front
doors. It was a tad cool, but the rising sun was beginning to warm things
up.

	"Hey, kiddo," I said looking at the map.  "It says the trail is six
miles. Why don't you ride on my shoulders, and I will be your horsey?"

	He laughed merrily as I hoisted up my son.

	"If you feel like you are falling, clamp your legs tightly around
my neck," I said as I followed the map to a wooded area where a gate opened
up to a wide dirt trail.  It was beautiful.  The birds sang their morning
tunes, and the first real day of vacation started for the two of us.

	Alex, normally not a morning guy, chattered cheerfully as we made
our way down the path.

	"Our room is super cool, and there are six other boys I haven't met
yet.  Are they all boys who like to play our special games?" he asked.

	"Yes, from what I understand.  The only two who need, um,
convincing are John and Georgie.  Uncle Kurt spent the night with John, and
I think he is pretty much on our side now.  Arizona is working on Georgie."

	"I like Arizona," Alex said.  "He gave us a pot gummy last night
and said not to tell.  Then when we were all napping on the RV bed, he
jerked me off under the covers.  He whispered that he wants to fuck me.
He's kind of stupid, but he's also super cute.  Is it OK if he fucks me,
daddy?"

	Well, that is not the typical question a son asks his dad.  My
response would have been unthinkable just a couple of months ago.

	"We are here to have fun.  So yes.  Play with anyone you want.  I
am looking forward to spending a lot of time with you, Trevor, and Kurt as
well," I said.

	"That makes me happy," Alex said breaking off a dead limb from an
over hanging tree and swinging it about.

	"You make me happy," I replied.

	The lake curved roughly in the shape of a boomerang.  As we rounded
a corner, we found a bench perched on the edge of a small cliff looking out
on the lake.  I put Alex down, and we sat on the bench.  Suddenly the
rising sun bathed the water in brilliant gold.

	"Wow," we both said in unison.

	"Look, daddy, there's an island," Alex exclaimed excitedly.

	"There sure is," I said putting my arm around him.  "According to
the map, it is called Robber's Island.  That sounds mysterious."

	"Do you think robbers lived there?  Maybe they hid out there!"

	"Maybe.  We'll have to go there and explore," I said.

	"Oh, that will be so much fun!  Is the lake called Robber's Lake?"

	"Hmm.  No.  Looks like it is called Hidden Lake which sounds like
the perfect place for a robber's island."

	"Who owns the lake house?" Alex asked.

	"His name is Chase Worthington, and he is the best friend of
Kevin's brother Andy."

	"I like Kevin.  Does Chase like to play our special games?"

	I thought back to my discussion back home with Chuck about Chase
Worthington.  I could tell he wasn't the guy's biggest fan, but he was
discreet.  He rather ominously said Chase had a dark side.

	"Oh yeah," I said.

	Alex snuggled against my chest, and I stroked his hair.  I was
overcome with emotion just holding my boy.

	"I love you so much, Alex.  I will always love you.  And even if
Kurt and I get married someday, and he becomes Daddy Kurt and Trevor
becomes your real brother, you will always be number one in my heart."

	He looked at me, "Really?"

	"Really.  You are my son.  Mommy and I made you, and I love you
more than anyone or anything in the whole wide world."

	"I love you the most too, daddy!" he exclaimed as I held him close
and kissed his forehead.

	We continued our hike.  The trail hugged the lake shore often
rising to bluffs with great vistas.  The area around the lake was heavily
wooded and appeared undeveloped until we reached the midpoint of the lake
trail.  Here a clearing with a couple of dozen houses stood, half directly
on the water with individual docks and another row on a bluff behind them.
At the end there appeared to be a community dock.

	"This is called Worthington Estates," I said referencing the map.

	Only an older man was awake at that hour, and he waved at the giant
carrying a little boy on his shoulders.  We waved back, and soon we were on
the wooded path curving back towards our vacation house.

	On the return walk, there were many vistas of the shimmering blue
lake.  What I never saw from the path, however, was the house we were
staying in.  This, I thought, had to be done on purpose.  When we reached
the iron fence at the trail's end, a camera turned and peered at us before
opening the gate.

	After a little walk, the back of the house came into view.  A
large, well-manicured lawn spread out to the lake with no less than four
docks jutting out into the water next to a boathouse.  At each dock, boats
of varying sizes were tied off.  Playthings of the rich owner no doubt.

	We went through a large, screened-in wrap around porch at the back
of the house.  Alex ran up the stairs to see if Trevor was awake, and I
wandered around until I found a spacious kitchen.  After a little hunting,
I soon had a pot of java brewing.

	"Is that coffee?" someone said as they came into the kitchen. "I
would fuck a goat for a cup of coffee right now."

	Before me stood a young man in his early twenties, barefoot,
wearing shorts and a wrinkled Nyan Cat tee shirt.  He yawned and ran his
hands through his disheveled blond hair.

	"You bet," I said pulling another mug from the cupboard.  "How do
you like it?"

	His eyes focused on me for a few seconds before a brilliant white
smile spread across his face.  That smile!  The visage which launched a
million boxes of breakfast cereal across the globe.

	"I like it anyway you are having it, big boy," he said eyeing me up
and down.  "Damn, I ought to recruit you as a defensive line man."

	I flushed briefly and my dick tingled.  Damn, this guy was insanely
handsome.  A perfect ten.

	I poured a couple of cups and added a splash of half and half.

	"You'd have to teach me what a defensive line man does," I said
handing him the cup.  "I'm not much of a sports fan."

	His fingers touched mine as he took the cup, and it was electric.

	"Oh, there's all sorts of things I would love to teach you," he
drawled.  "Andy Peterson, nice to meet you," he said extending his other
hand.

	"Bill Nelson," I said.  "Nice to meet you!"

	"Oh, you're Kurt's fiancé!" he said.  "My brother Kevin told
me about you."

	"Yeah.  Kevin and Chuck were just staying with us.  I am excited to
see what Kevin has planned for this vacation."

	Andy smiled, "He keeps calling this place Camp Pedo, so that's a
clue."

"Sounds good to me," I replied.  "Hey, let's go sit out on the porch."

	He followed him out to a ratan sofa.

	"Fuck, dude, your ass is so goddamn sexy," the handsomest
quarterback in America said to me.  "Kurt knows how to pick them."

	"Thanks," I said evenly.  As much as my newly discovered sexiness
unnerved me, I was happy this stud thought I was attractive.  "How did you
and Kurt meet?"

	"It was the summer after my freshman year at Penn State.  I went
down to Key West to visit some friends, Papa Dan and his son Chad.  Kurt
was one of the houseguests, and he totally blew my mind.  He's the only
person I have met who has the same superpower as me."

	"Yeah?  Like what?  I have never seen Kurt throw a football," I
said confused.

	"Not that.  The NFL is full of men who can toss a ball around.  Let
me back up.  I have had two mentors in my life.  One is Chuck who you know.
He started me sexually at fourteen and later became daddy to Kevin and me.
Not a real dad, of course, but a gay daddy.  The other is a psychologist
named Max.  When I was a senior in high school, Max told me that I have a
very rare ability to read people's sexual nature.  He calls it sexual
sensitivity."

	"I have never heard of that.  So, can you read my sexual nature?
Are you psychic?"  I asked.

	"I've been reading your sexual nature since I first saw you.  I am
not psychic.  Honestly, I haven't seen any evidence that psychic abilities
exist.  But I am intuitive and very much in tune with sexual energy.  Ever
since I first started having sex, I can pick up when someone is turned on
by me even if they are trying to hide it."

	"Jesus.  With your movie star looks, I bet you get no rest," I
said.

	Andy laughed.  "I don't have to focus on it, but when I do, I can
sense things.  One of the things both my mentors Chuck and Max encouraged
me to do was to get a true university education while playing college ball.
So, I majored in psychology.  There is a lot of mystery in sex, and I am
adept at reading the nonverbal sexual clues people give off.  I'm also
hyper aware of pheromones which determine sexual chemistry.  I can do this
with men, women, boys, and girls.  You don't even have to be sexually aware
or active for me to pick up signals.  And when I talk about sex with
someone, it's like opening a wiki page into their sexuality."

	"Man, that does sound like a superpower.  And you are saying Kurt
has then sensitivity too?" I asked.

	"Yes!  The only other person I have ever met.  Our sexual make up
is also the same.  We are both pansexual.  We like it all.  Surely you have
noticed this ability in Kurt," Andy asked looking me in the eyes with his
hand on my bare knee.

	This simple act was sending strong jolts of sexual excitement
through my leg bricking up my cock to full mast.

	"Yeah.  I never thought of it that way.  But two months ago, I
thought I was a straight widower with a low sex drive.  Kurt pulled out a
hidden sexual self from deep within me.  Now I am enthusiastically gay, a,
ardent pedo, and Kurt's willing and eager sex slave."

	"Oh fuck!  I remember him mentioning you now!  He had just moved in
next door, and he said you were this muscle stud hiding out in baggy
clothes.  Very conservative.  He said he could sense a strong gay nature
and probably pedo too, but it was buried so deeply inside.  I remember he
said he needed an archeologist to uncover your true buried self," Andy said
amazed.

	"That's me," I said.  "I bet you get this request a lot, but can
you read me?" I asked sipping my coffee.

	"Actually, I don't get asked it a lot because I rarely share my
ability with anyone.  I use it, of course.  That's one of the reasons my
sex is so good.  I know what turns my partners on.  I only shared it with
you because Kurt is like me, and also because you're fucking hot.  So damn
handsome.  These last few months I've been partying on the French and
Italian Rivieras drowning in pussy and tits.  Absolutely drowning.  I must
have fucked a hundred women and girls.  It was fucking great, but now I am
in desperate need of some masculine energy.  Male scents.  Sweat.  Cum.
Testosterone.  And, man, my balls have been aching for little boys.  I love
them so fucking much.  Kevin said there are a dozen little boys staying
here and I intend to fuck them all," he said.

	"You do realize that one of those boys is my son," I said.

	Andy put his hand on my tee shirt covered pec, "I know, man.  Kevin
sent me the unedited version of his fuck flick that Chuck and some other
muscle stud made with him in a public toilet.  I must have shot a half
dozen loads over it.  That was some of the nastiest kiddie porn I have ever
seen, and, trust me, I have seen a LOT."

	I was shocked.  I knew the video of little Alex was out there, but
it shocked me that pedos were beating off to it.

	"Unedited?  I have only seen the edited version," I said.

	"The edited version is cut to hide your son's identity, but this
version shows much more.  My favorite scene is where Chuck and the other
muscle pig have your boy on the dirty bathroom floor, and they are both
pissing in his mouth from above.  Your kid just kept sucking down the urine
while dry cumming over and over.  So good job, daddy.  Your son is a fully
fledged man's boy!" the blond man said with a smile.

	My dick was tenting my shorts, and I just laughed.

	"I want to see that vid," I said.

	"Fuck yeah.  I'd love to show it to you and a lot more," he said
rubbing my erect nips.  "Dude, your shirt is damp."

	"I just carried my son on my shoulders six miles around the lake,"
I said.

	"You should take it off.  You don't you want to get a chill," he
said smiling.

	"I can see how concerned you are," I said nodding towards his own
boner tenting shorts.

I slipped off the tee shirt, and Andy's hands went to my tits.  He squeezed
them, and I moaned.  I was staining my shorts with a stream of precum when
the young man leaned in and kissed me.  Oh my god!  I was totally consumed
with lust and started kissing him passionately.  We made out for awhile
before Andy pulled apart.

	"You sexy fucker," he said running his hands through my hair.  "You
kiss good, bro.  And that connection gave me a good feeling for your sexual
makeup. Remember too, Kevin has told me some things about you. It all goes
into my reading of you. First, you are sexually complex.  I like that in a
sex partner.  I totally feel your submissive vibe.  I love that too.  I
enjoy bossing around muscle fuck toys.  I also strongly sense your
pedophilia and that you are a pig which is something I also look for in sex
partners."

	He took a sip of his coffee and continued.

	"I am also picking up --- and this may be surprising to you --- a
strong, dominant side.  I think you're a true switch.  Top or bottom, both
turn you on.  I see an animal in you, something brutal and sadistic.  There
is some masochism in you as well but not that much.  Tell me, do you get
turned on when you are used?  Treated like a faggot?  Used like a fuck toy?
Does humiliation turn you on?"

	My dick twitched, and I leaked another spurt of pre.

	"I'll take that as a yes" he said laughing.  "You don't have to be
a sexual sensitive to notice that reaction.  I kind of guessed with you
being Kurt's sex slave and all.  That's so cool, because I am naturally a
naturally an alpha," the stud said with a grin.

"It's obvious you liked your tits mauled, but does Kurt spank you or do
cock and ball torture or work you over?"

	I thought about it and replied, "He slaps me, pulls my hair, and
rough fucks me.  That's about it. Oh, and works my tits."

	"I thought so.  Just lower-level pain to bring out the sub slut in
you," he said.  "He's not taking a belt, cane or whip to you.  You are low
on the masochistic side but rather high on the sadistic side.  Do you like
fucking men?"

	"I think so.  Kurt threw a pedo worshipping party, and in the
latter part he let me fuck the mouths and asses of the pedo worshipping
men.  I was really fucked up on drugs so it's fuzzy, but I remember really
liking ass fucking them.  You can really get a grip on a grown man in a way
you can't with a boy."

	"You beast," Andy said with a smile.  "Right you are about that.
Like I said, you are complex.  You said you are a widower which surprised
me.  I don't feel any lust for women in you."

	"Damn, you must be a sexual sensitive.  You're right.  I used to
make love to my wife maybe once a month, but now the idea of fucking a
woman has zero appeal to me.  Kurt opened up my homosexuality, and I
fucking love it.  And I will admit to you that I've beaten off a few times
thinking about fucking your brother."

	"That's something we have in common then," Andy said moving in for
another kiss.

	Inside the house, voices and banging doors told us the other
occupants were waking up.  We separated when Alex and Trevor ran out onto
the porch.

	"Hey daddy," Alex said before stopping when they saw Andy.

	"You're Andy Peterson," Trevor said unconsciously grabbing his
crotch. The little slut!

	"That's right.  Who are you two?" the quarterback said with a warm
smile.

	"This is Kurt's son, Trevor, and this little rascal is my boy,
Alex," I said.

	The boys politely and manfully shook his hand and said nice to meet
you.  I was proud of their manners and confidence.

	"There's my clan," Kurt said stepping out onto the porch with a
steaming cup of coffee.  "It looks like you have met Andy."

	My heart skipped when I saw my handsome fiancé.  Damn, I was
drowning in a sea of male pulchritude.

	"Boys, go in the kitchen.  Kevin is taking notes on what the boys
like to eat," Kurt said.

	The two scampered off, and Kurt sat in a chair opposite us.

	"Andy has been reading my sexuality," I said.

	Kurt smirked and said, "Righhhhht.  Andy does for sex what
sommeliers do for wine."  He continued in a snooty tone, "What we have here
is a fine vintage, complex but with distinct aromas of cocksucking pig with
just a hint of bondage."

	Andy laughed.

	"Dude, I don't know why you of all people downplay our skill," Andy
said.

	Andy looked at me.

	"I went to the third floor porch this morning because that's the
only place around here to get a cell signal.  What do I find but Kurt in
bed with a handsome little boy named John. Mind you, Kurt and I haven't
seen each other for four years.  But for the next ten minutes, Kurt and I
had a nonverbal conversation.  He knew I was sexually reading John, and so
was he.'

	"Kurt said hello, and the little cutie asleep on his hairy chest
woke up.  Kurt introduced us, and John got very excited.  He's a football
fan.  Suddenly Kurt wrapped his arm around the boy's neck and with his
other hand he pulled back the sheet revealing the kid's naked body.  The
boy blushed and squirmed with embarrassment, and then Kurt tells me, and I
quote, `I took John's oral virginity last night.  I gave him his first blow
job, and then I fucked his face.  John's a cocksucker now.'  The boy's body
turned a deep red, but his little pecker suddenly got very hard."

	Andy leaned back so he could watch us both.

	"Kurt knew of course that the boy would get hard from the
humiliation.  I reached over and started stroking that three inch boy boner
and totally smooth ball sack.  I praised John and asked him if he would
like to suck my dick.  The poor boy couldn't speak, so Kurt pulled a hank
of his hair and snarled in his ear, 'He asked you a question, faggot.  Do
you want to suck Andy Peterson until he cums in your mouth and you swallow?
Well?'  He pulled harder on the hair.  I could tell the kid was on a hair
trigger --- so to speak.  One touch and the boy would cum.  John stammered
out that yes indeed he would love to suck my kid fucker.  I gave him a warm
smile, moved in, and kissed him deeply.  Then I spit in his mouth and
slapped him hard across his face.  What transpired between Kurt and me was
a conversation in a language that we both fully understand.  Kurt just
turned a hairless boy on the cusp of puberty into a sexual being.  John is
clearly wired to sexually enjoy pain, degradation, and control --- although
he doesn't know it yet.  But it is an intoxicating prospect.  Kurt was
offering for me to participate in breaking in the boy with him.  Molding
him, perverting him.  As a final gesture, Kurt reached down and wrapped his
fingers around John's small, hairless nuts.  Then he pulled down on them
hard enough to make the slut moan.  When he did that, we realized this kid
is wired not just for masochism but hardcore masochism.  He's hungry for
that primal sexual pleasure and pain."

	Andy turned to Kurt.

	"Did I miss anything, Kurt?" Andy asked with a smile.

	"Not really.  But it is not some superpower.  You're a good lover,
and you pay attention.  You just have a firm grasp of the obvious."

	Andy turned to me.  "What do you think, Bill?"

	I thought for a moment.

	"John was a complete virgin day before yesterday.  Kurt's mission
was to turn him sexually so he could participate fully with the rest of the
boys and men here.  It took him just twelve hours to be balls deep in the
boy's throat.  That's mind blowing!  It is absolutely remarkable, whether
it is a talent or skill or a superpower.  I should know because Kurt
transformed me into the muscle pervert I am today.  He groomed me like you
two are grooming John."

	Kurt looked surprised.

	"Of course, I know you groomed me, and other people groomed me on
his behalf," I said.  "I am not stupid.  I was just unaware.  Now I am
aware, but I also don't care.  Because of Kurt, I have been enjoying the
best sex of my life.  Like that eleven year old cunt upstairs, I am fucking
hard for it.  And if that invitation to use and abuse John is an open one,
then I would love to participate in that scene."

	Kurt looked at me astonished.  Andy grinned from ear to ear.

	"Fuck yeah," Kurt said.  "Hell yeah!"

	Kurt turned to Andy, "What about you, buddy?  You want in on the
fun?"

	Andy grinned and said, "We have ten days.  Let's fuck, pervert, and
corrupt the little fuck.  I want every man here to dump multiple loads into
that slut, and I want John crawling around the yard naked with a boot tied
to his sore nuts.  What do you guys think?"

	"Fuck yes," I replied.  "We need to get Jack in on this too.  He
can film it and let the boy earn some much-needed money."

	"That's a great idea.  We should play him off against his brother,
Zach," Kurt said rubbing his cloth clad eight inches.  "They're so
competitive.  It would be so hot to see who the nastier slut is.  Let's all
meet this afternoon and plan it."

	And so, the grooming and corruption of John Parker began in
earnest.  Our horniness was interrupted by Trevor sticking his head out the
door and announcing that breakfast was ready.

	The meal was served in what used to be the parlor, and it was
filled with a half dozen round tables.  Kevin waved to us and motioned for
us to take a seat.  The teen looked particularly sexy in shorts and a
Gold's Gym tee with a whistle hanging around his neck.  Fuck, this was
turning into Camp Pedo.

	"Hey everyone. I am Kevin and this is Tim," he announced putting
his arm around the twenty year old who also had a whistle.

	"We're in charge of running the activities for the next ten
days. But don't worry about things being too regimented.  We have a lot of
fun planned, but we'll have lots of leisure time too.  As you have no doubt
discovered, the only phone connection here is on the third floor porch.  We
have no Internet, cable, or TV."

	A few of the boys groaned.

	"Hey, this will be an adventure," Kev enthused.  "It's a chance to
reconnect with nature and make new friends.  We are a special group, and we
play special games.  This is a time to be with other boys and men like us.
Every boy here has at least one man who is responsible for him while he is
here.  So why don't we go around and meet everyone."

	An average looking man in his thirties stood up.

	"I am Jeremy, and this handsome seven year old is my son, Harry,"
he said.

	Kevin motioned us to all say, "Hello Jeremy, hello Harry."

	We went around the room.  Tim introduced himself and his little
buddy Petey.  Chuck and Kevin presented their charges Reily and Bobby who
were both seven, but Reilly looked much younger.  Jack introduced Zach as
his new star, and of course he was fourteen.  Arizona picked up little
seven year old Georgie who waved to the crowd with a bewildered smile. A
married couple in their late thirties, Samuel and Eli, presented their sons
Colby and Ian who just turned eight and nine respectively.

	"And just so everyone knows, Samuel is a doctor if anyone needs
medical attention," Kevin said.

	Surprisingly, Andy acquainted us with a cute little boy with chubby
cheeks and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

	"I have known Roy here since I was a freshman at Penn State," the
handsome blond jock said.  "He was five then and is ten now."

	The boys twittered excitedly about the famous footballer, but
little Roy had a different effect on me.  Let's just say my dick loved the
tyke!  I made eye contact with him, smiled, and then licked my lips.  He
returned my gaze with a huge grin.

	When it was our turn, I sensed that Kurt was standing up.  I beat
him to it and started talking.

	"Hi everyone.  My name is Bill, and this is my boyfriend, Kurt.  We
have two sons Alex and Trevor."

	Everyone greeted us, and I noticed Kurt looking at me askance.

	"We also have a good buddy with us," Kurt drawled.

	"This handsome lad is John, he's eleven," he said putting his arms
around the boy.

	"Finally," Kevin continued.  "Our host and benefactor for this get
together, Chase Worthington, will be joining us in a few days.  Doing
security for the event, we have a local sheriff, Dennis Radar."

	A man around fifty wearing a uniform with a gold badge and shiny
boots rather pompously saluted us.

	"And the private security agent over here is named Crush.  Is that
right, it's Crush?"  Kevin asked.

	An intimidating man in his mid-twenties with massive muscles and
unsightly tattoos nodded menacingly.

	"Finally, we have Flacco here.  He is in charge of the party
favors.  Now we have a very big event planned for the last two days of our
get together.  Chase has graciously provided those party favors for us, but
if you need anything else before then, Flacco is your man.  Chase only gets
the safest and best drugs out there, and the prices are fair and preset."

	If Crush was intimidating, then Flacco was positively scary.  He
was around thirty, bald, ugly, and covered in what looked like crude prison
tattoos.  They crawled up his arms onto his neck with a few on his
frightening face.  Flacco smiled, and the light reflected off a few gold
teeth.

	"Tim is now going to take the boys outside.  We are going to do an
assessment of each boy's swimming capability.  Men, please stay here for a
moment," Kevin said.

	When the boys left, Kevin continued, "Hey guys.  I want all of us
to really enjoy our vacation, especially the little boys.  I remember when
I was 10 and Chuck was my man lover.  He made sure I met other boys like
me, and I made a lot of great friends.  So, yeah, we're all boy lovers,
and, yeah, I expect we will have a lot of fun with our cocks.  But let's
agree before we have sex with a boy that we talk to the adult in charge of
him.  If you asked Chuck or me about Reily or Bobby, we would tell you that
the two like to suck dick but have just started anal training.  They are
taking small dildos now.  They are only seven and very fragile, loving, and
sweet.'

	"Over the next week, we have several adventures planned for the
boys.  A treasure hunt, playing as the lost boys in Peter pan, and finally
the kids are going to put on a play for us.  Afternoons will be free to
spend time with the boys on picnics and hikes and swimming.  Also, we have
no less than 9 boats at our disposal. I hope it brings everyone closer
together.  If you don't have a car, there are two SUVs and a minivan you
can check out with security.  The nearest town in ten miles away next to a
much larger lake.  You can mention you are staying here at the Gold's Gym
for a workout rate.'

	"Also, we're all enjoying this great vacation for free.  Chase
Worthington is generously paying for the food and everything.  On the less
fun side, we have divided the chores into 12 groups.  Please sign up for
two stations.  An hour of work per day for a free vacation is a good deal.
Here are maps of the house and lake.  This house and yard are totally
private unless someone sails in from the other side of the lake.  They have
been warned not to go past the island, but be on look out.  Believe me, by
the middle of the week, most everyone here will be running around naked."

	The men spontaneously clapped at that and then started laughing.
Fuck yeah.  These pedos knew our days and nights would be filled with boy
sex.

	Andy came over to where Kurt and I were.  We were joined by Chuck
and Kevin.

	"Damn, Andy," I said.  "Roy is adorable.  I definitely want to get
to know him better."

	Andy grinned, "I have never met a boy more committed to sex than
Roy. He loves everything I do to him.  He loves to throat my nine inches
and lives to ride my kid fucker.  Lately I have been using him as my
urinal, and he drinks every drop.  He'll love you."

	Chuck nodded.  "Such an agreeable and sweet boy, and, fuck, he's a
little freak in bed."

	"My kind of kid," Kurt said.

	"Hey, bro," Kev said to Andy.  "Can you do me a favor?  We like to
keep at least one boat at all times at the dock across the lake by the
rental houses.  I was wondering if you would mind sailing the
fourteen-footer over there and then walking the three miles back here?"

	"Sure, bro.  I know how to sail.  Hey, daddy, remember when you
taught Kev and me how to sail in the Florida Keys?"

	Chuck smiled, "That was a great trip.  You were seventeen and Kev
was ten.  I don't think you will need a compass, though.  You go straight,
past the island, and then turn left."

	Kevin laughed.  "That's about it.  There's also a three horsepower
motor on it if the wind craps out."

"Perfect," Andy replied.  "Hey, Bill, why don't you come with me.  Since
you walked the trail around the lake this morning, you can show me the
way."

	"Sure," I replied.

	Kurt looked at me closely.

	"Well, Bill," he said stressing my new preferred name.  "It looks
like you have been busy today."

	"Alex and I were up early and took a walk.  We didn't have a virgin
to deflower like you," I said good naturedly.

	"You nailed John?" Kevin asked, and Kurt nodded.

	"Fuck yeah.  We need to go tell Jack.  I am anxious to see how far
Arizona got with little Georgie."

	"I have some thoughts on how we deal with John," Kurt said with a
wink before leading Kevin away.

	Outside the sun shone brightly, and we put on our sunglasses.  Andy
ditched his shirt revealing a splendid body.  In many ways, he reminded me
of Kurt minus the hair.  Andy stood a bit over six feet, and his body was
lithely muscled from head to toe.  His arms, including his famous throwing
arm, had a deep cut in the bicep, and it flowed gracefully down his body.
His hairlessness and brilliant blond hair gave him a sleek and sexy look,
like a jungle cat stalking its prey.  He looked at me with his deep blue
eyes and grinned that megawatt smile. Damn, no wonder every sports brand in
the world wants him to rep them.

	I pulled on the rope handle and started the little outboard motor
while Andy untied us.  Soon we were out on the lake.  What a beautiful
place for a holiday.  Chase's mansion looked stately from the water, and we
could see the boys running around on the acres of verdant grass by the
shore.

	"Is everything cool between you and Kurt?" Andy asked.  "He seemed
a little prickly this morning.  Is he cool with us playing?"

	"Yeah," I assured him.  "He doesn't believe in monogamy.  Kurt put
me on this cocktail of testosterone and human growth hormones complete with
a workout manager from hell, and he basically sculpted this," I said
running my hands on my still unfamiliar layers of torso muscles.

	"He said I am at a new point in my life and need to take my time to
find my place.  He encouraged me to try new things," I said looking at him
suggestively.

	"Good," Andy said.

	We approached and then skirted Robber's Island, a rocky outcrop
sprinkled with trees.

	"I was here last summer for a few days.  Chase had the vacation
homes built on the other side to offset the expense of this place.  The
agent who listed the rentals is a perv, and he rented the bigger ones to
party gays.  But, being a perv, he also rented to families with a
preference to single dads or gay male parents.  I went to a hella party
there and had a blast.  Wild.  I have no idea who has rented the houses
now."

	Past the island the lake curved to the left.  Around dead center of
the lake, Andy cut the engine.  Then he climbed on top of me and put his
tongue in my mouth.

	"Let's fuck in the woods on the way back," he said before he
unfurled the sail.

	Soon we started gliding across the water.  There were two other
boats on the lake, one water skiing and the other an anchored cabin
cruiser.  The houses came into view, and before reaching the dock, we could
see a large deck with twenty or so near naked men dancing to Doja Cat
blaring from the speakers.  We tied the boat off at the dock and then
walked down the street.

	One guy lowered his sunglasses and gave us an approving look.  No
doubt the hardons tenting our shorts helped.  At the end of the street
across from the lakeside houses, a man around my age was washing a Hyundai
while a little girl with blond braids rode a pink bicycle.  Andy beelined
for the man who was busy washing the car tires.

	"It looks like you are wearing my jersey," Andy said referring to
the man's red, white and blue New York Giants jersey emblazoned with number
94.

	"Huh?" the guy responded until his eyes focused.  "Holy cow!
You're Andy freaking Peterson!  Wow.  What are the odds?"

	Andy shook the soapy hand and said, "Nice to meet you...."

	"I'm Henry," he said standing up.  "Would you mind if I get a
selfie?"

	"Not at all, Henry.  My buddy and I would love a glass of water if
you have one," Andy said glancing at the little girl curiously checking us
out.

	"Oh, of course.  Please come inside," the man said.

	Inside he introduced us to his daughter, Kelli.  She seemed a
little apprehensive with me, a shirtless, sweating giant.  With Andy,
however, she was thrilled.

	"We went to Philadelphia and watched your game with the Eagles,"
she said.  "It was fun."

	Inside the living room had a view of the lake over the houses on
the shore. Two bedroom doors were open, one had luggage and clothes spilled
out over it.

	Andy crouched down so he could be face to face with the little
girl.  "Nice to meet you, Kelli.  How old are you, sweetie?"

	"I'm eight," she said proudly.

	"You're a big girl, and so pretty!" Andy declared.

	We sat in a couple of armchairs, and Andy pulled the lass onto his
lap.

	"That's a really cute dress," he noted eyeing the colorful
butterflies all over it.

	"Thank you," she said politely.  "You look nice too."

	It was an odd thing to say to a shirtless, sweating man.  But,
fuck, he did look good.

	Henry came back with some ice water, and we chatted a bit about the
Giants.

	"Not a stellar year, but we have some new draft picks this year
which should make us more competitive," Andy said.

	"Hey, you got us into the playoffs," Henry said.  "Before you came
along, the Giants sucked.  How about you?  Do you play for the Giants?"

	"I stood up and introduced myself, "The name's Bill.  I'm not a
player, just a friend of Andy's."

	"Well, I have been a fan of Andy's since he played for Penn State.
When he led the Nittany Lions to victory in the Rose Bowl, I was so excited
I peed my pants.  You richly deserved the Heisman Trophy."

	"Thanks, man.  That means a lot.  How long have you two been
staying here?" Andy asked.

	"Three days so far.  We are here until the end of the week," Henry
said.

	They spent awhile taking some photos on Henry's phone.  The two of
them, three of them.  Afterwards the girl sat on Andy's lap again.

	"Your daughter is such a cutie," Andy said putting on finger on her
nose.  "Sexy really.  Damn, Henry, if I had a little girl this sexy, I
would sleep with her too."

	Henry physically tensed up.  Nervously, he looked from Andy to me.

	"Ugh, what do you mean?" he asked.

	"Well, you have two bedrooms.  One has luggage and clothes on the
bed.  Which means she's been sleeping with her daddy.  I can't say I blame
you," Andy said with a wink.

	"Oh. Yeah, it's vacation and all," he said fidgeting.

	"I sleep with daddy at home too," Kelli said.  "Ever since the
angels took mommy to heaven when I was five."

	"Oh, I am sorry to hear that," Andy said.  "I am glad you have your
daddy to sleep with, and kiss, and hug him tight through the night."

	Andy slipped his hand up her leg and then under her dress.  I
almost spit out my water.  The little girl looked at him curiously, and
Henry nearly fell out of his seat.  The tension in the room was palpable.

	"Honey, why don't you go play in the bedroom for a while?"

	Kelli skipped out of the room, and Henry looked uncomfortable.
Andy looked like the jungle cat I imagined him earlier.  He sat languidly
in his chair and eyed the man carefully.

	"How long have you been fucking her?" Andy asked casually.

	Henry flushed red and stammered, "What the hell?"

	"Because if I had her in my bed, I'd be fucking her every night.
Mmmm, there is nothing like bald pussy.  Best fuck there is," Andy said
spreading his legs and revealing his nine inches boned in his shorts.

	Henry didn't say anything for a moment.  He looked at Andy's crotch
and then to the bedroom door before speaking quietly.

	"It was just oral in the beginning. It made her so happy when I
licked her kitty.  She could forget how sad she was," he stammered.

	"You dog," Andy said appreciatively.  "I bet she loved that.  But
you had needs too."

	At this point, I spread my legs and showed the tent in my shorts.

	"God, I have never, ever talked to anyone about this.  Who could I
talk to?"

	"Then it's lucky we came along," Andy said.  "Being a pedophile can
be very lonely."

	"Oh god, that word," Henry said unconsciously grabbing his crotch.

	"Fucking hot, right?  I'm a pedo, Bill's a pedo, and you are a
pedo.  A very lucky pedo by the looks of it."

	"Oh, that's hot.  My hero is a ... pedo.  Oh wow."

	"When did you pop her cherry?"

	"Fuck.  I can't believe I am having this discussion!  I put my dick
in her mouth, and it barely fit at first.  She is much better at it now.
Then I had this idea that I had to save her cherry for when she grows up.
So, I, um, took her up the butt."

	"Mmmm.  Ass fucking little girls is super hot.  But I bet you
rubbed your cockhead over that little slit of hers too."

	"Her pussy was so small and so exciting.  Then one night when she
was six, I couldn't help myself and just slid it all the way in.  It was
the best fuck of my life," Henry admitted.

	"MMM.  I bet it was.  You every share her?" Andy asked looking pedo
dad in his eyes.

	"No.  I mean, I never met anyone else who is a .... pedo."

	"Because if you did, Bill and I would love to fuck your little
girl.  You can watch if you want."

	"I feel sort of dizzy.  Andy Peterson wants to fuck my little
girl?"  he rubbed the back of his head.  His tented shorts had a wet spot.
Then he said it.  The fateful words which would change his and his
daughter's life.  "Because if I did, it would be like an honor to have Andy
Peterson fuck my little girl."

	"You'd be my buddy then," Andy said nodding.  "I'll get you two
season tickets."

	"Seriously?  Oh fuck. But, but Andy ... you look like you are hung.
Could she take that?"

	"I am hung.  My belief is God wouldn't have given me nine inches if
He didn't want me to fuck little children."

	I suppressed a laugh.

	"And don't worry, Henry. This has gone inside girls much younger
than yours.  Tell you what.  If you show us your pedo dick, we will show
you ours."

	"A circle jerk.  Like in middle school," Henry said to himself.  He
pulled his shorts down and revealed a short, stubby cock about five inches.

	"Nice, buddy.  Now ours," Andy said slipping off his shorts.

	Damn, his nine inches were girthy and so mouthwatering.  They both
looked at me as I peeled down my shorts.  My seven inches were wet with
prefuck.

	"I can't believe I am stroking my pedo cock with Andy Peterson and
his pedo friend," Henry said.

	"Hell yeah.  Do you like drugs, Henry?"

	Henry nodded.  "Yeah.  I give my daughter a marijuana gummi before
we play. It puts her in the mood.  I like harder stuff."

	"Like what?" Andy coaxed as he slowly stroked his magnificent
penis.  This man was the full package.

	"I like meth.  Smoking it.  It's hard to find though," Henry
admitted.

	"I have access to the best meth around.  Unfortunately, the only
drugs I can do are weed and alcohol these days with the NFL drug testing
and all.  Tell you what, if you bring your daughter over to the big house
on the other side of the lake after sunset, I will hook you up with meth to
smoke and a hairless little boy to fuck."

	"The meth sounds great, but I am not gay," he replied.

	"It's not gay if it's a kid.  It's pedo.  You can see if you like
it," Andy said.  "How about kiddie porn?  You like that?"

	"Oh fuck.  I have seen like two thirty second clips but nothing
more," Henry admitted.

	"Dude, I have some of the best kiddie porn around.  Any flavor you
like."

	The dad looked intrigued but still conflicted.  Andy pulled on his
shorts and motioned me to follow suit.

	"I wouldn't want to watch you, you know, fuck her," he said.

	"Us fuck her.  If you bring her over, we will both fuck your
daughter in every hole she has," Andy said as a matter of fact.

	Andy stood up and said, "It was great meeting you, Henry.  I hope
you two come by after sunset.  I think we could be great friends.  We have
to run now," he said putting his hand out to shake.

	I shook Henry's now damp hand as well and thanked him for the
water.  Andy poked his head into the bedroom before leaving and said, "Nice
meeting you, sexy!"

	Outside Andy walked swiftly away, and I kept pace with him.  We
didn't say a word until we reached the forest path.  Andy let out a breath
and laughed.

	"Fuck, dude! That was amazing!  We're going to fuck little girl
cunt tonight!"

	"Do you think he will come?"  I asked.

	"Oh, he'll come," Andy said confidently.  "Have you ever had girl
cunt?"

	"No.  My wife was twenty-five when I married her.  And there was
one other woman in college I fucked when I was drunk.  That's it."

	"Oh, dude!  You are going to love hairless twat.  It is the
smoothest and best fuck hole around.  The cunt hasn't opened up yet, and it
is so tight.  I love that Henry has been fucking her with that little
cock. She's going to get nearly double the size with me."

	"I thought you said you were tired of cunt," I said.

	"You never get tired of little girl snatch.  Little girls, yes, but
not their fuck hole.  I want to share this with you, Bill.  I really like
you and want to show you how good it feels to use those dirty little
bitches.  I want us to taste her cunt on each other's cocks!"

	"I was watching you using your sexual sensitivity.  Part of it is
just being observant like noticing only one bed being slept in," I said.
"How else could you tell?"

	"Part of my ability is to pick up on sexual energy.  It flows
between people.  At parties I can tell who's having a secret affair.  So
many people are cheating or are open to it.  When I put his little girl on
my lap, I picked up intense sexual interest from her.  I knew she was
sexually experienced."

	"When you put your hand up her dress, I almost passed out," I said.

	"By that point I clearly picked up that he was fucking her.  I put
my hand firmly on her panty covered cunt.  The little slut looked at me and
rubbed herself on my hand.  Her little cunny loved seeing the two of us
shirtless.  Two muscle studs.  It's a big change from her flabby dad."

	Well, that little pep talk got me totally rocked up.

	"This is the time for me to try new things and see what I like," I
said.

	Suddenly Andy pushed me against a tree trunk and kissed me deeply,
passionately.  He then spun me around and pulled down my shorts.  He
crouched down and shoved his smooth face into my sweat wet crack.  Damn,
his tongue felt great.  He licked up and down before forcing his wet licker
into my hole.  He feasted for a while before standing up.  I felt him pull
his shorts down, and he ran the length of his nine inch cock inside my
cleft.

	"Let's save our loads for Goldi Twat," he said.  "But know that I
am going to fuck you sometime soon.  Kevin and Chuck were right.  Your ass
is made for dicking!"

	I went to pull up my shorts, but he stepped on them.

	"Kick them off.  Let's walk back naked," he said.

	We walked and talked, our pedo dicks never softening.  I stopped
him at one point and crouched behind him.  It was my turn to taste his
hole.  His sweaty made the blond hairs of his ass glisten, and he shoved
back against my trim beard.  I stood up and rubbed my dick in his crack.

	"I am going to fuck you too, dude," I growled lustily.  "You are so
HOT!"

	Andy moaned and kissed me, both of us tasting our assholes
together.

	When we got back to the house, the lagoon by the house was filled
with splashing boys and men.  On the grassy yard overlooking it, men
watched in chairs and chaise loungers.  Sitting in a chair with his shirt
off, Kurt saw us and motioned us over.

	"They've been doing swimming assessments," Kurt said. "You'll be as
proud as I am to hear that our boys swam like dolphins.  Chuck and Kevin
are lifeguards and swim instructors at the municipal rec center Chuck
owns."

	"I was a lifeguard there too when I was in high school," Andy said
taking a beer from an icy bucket carried with both hands by Zach.  "And
thank you, buddy.  I'm Andy Peterson, what's your name?"

	"I'm Zach Parker, and I know who you are.  My mom is probably your
biggest fan.  When you played for PSU, we went to all of the home games.
I'm also a big fan," the freckled teen said a little shyly as the sun lit
up his copper-colored hair.

	"Thanks!  I'm a big fan of yours too.  From your vids it looks like
you know your way around a cock.  I'm hoping we can find some quality time
over the next week or so for you to get acquainted with my nine inches."

	"Fuck yeah, Andy!  I won't let you down!  I have been beating off
ever since I heard you were going to be here.  I kept hoping that I could
suck you off.  Anytime you want, anyway you want."

	"That's all I ever ask of my play mates," Andy said looking at us
with a smile.

	I took a beer from the bucket.

	"Aww, look, Chuck is giving little Georgie some swim lessons," I
said.

	Andy lifted his sunglasses and watched our muscled buddy holding
the small seven year old by his belly while the boy stroked and kicked in
the water.

	"You two were gone a long time," Kurt drawled.

	"We met a fan," Andy explained.  "He has this cute cunt of a
daughter, eight sweet years old.  He's bringing her over for Billy and me
to fuck tonight."

	"That is fantastic," Kurt said.  "I was going to introduce Billy,
excuse me, Bill to bald cunt in the Middle East later in our trip. I was
afraid he wouldn't like it though because he's not turned on by women."

	"Which you know because you are sexually sensitive," Andy said.
"But you also know that children are different.  We both have acquaintances
who just fuck females but make an exception for little boys."

	Kurt was going to say something when Jack joined us and sat down.

	"Hey, guys.  I just finished shooting an hour's worth of pictures
with John.  He's cute, but he still doesn't get what is going on.  Zach saw
me shooting, and I could tell he got upset.  This isn't great because I
have to Face Time with all three brothers and their mom after lunch."

	"You should let me do the Face Timing," Andy said.  "Their mom is a
huge fan of mine."

	"OK," Jack said.  "But we haven't figured out how to break it to
John that we want him to be a kiddie porn star."

	"It's more than that," Kurt said.  "We want to turn him into a dick
pig faggot as well.  Which means you need to go tell John that while he has
promise, you are going to pass because he doesn't have enough sex appeal."

	Andy smiled and said, "Exactly.  Then I will tell John that I have
some influence with you, Jack, and I will try to get you to give him a
second chance.  Then we'll do the family Face Time which will make me a
hero in John's and his mom's eyes."

	"Afterwards you need to get your cock in his mouth.  That slut was
hungry for you this morning."

	"You can tell him you're helping him with his sex appeal.  The best
way to get is by having sex," I said getting into the grooming.

	"Oh, that's good," said Jack.  "If you can figure out a way to get
him to suck my dick during the new shoot, that would be even better."

	"Hell, I will lay it all out for him.  My guess is he will happily
take to being a kiddie porn star."

	"We need to film that," Jack said.

	"We can use Chase's bedroom," Andy said.  "I have the door code.
There is a huge mirror on the wall which is actually one-way.  In the
little room behind it, there are all sorts of camera equipment.  You just
need to be done before dark, Jack.  I have a dad bringing his little
daughter over for Bill and me to fuck this evening.  I am going to give him
that room to smoke some dope and use my little buddy Roy while we dick his
daughter.  I want to film that.  It's always good to have leverage against
dads.  Kurt, do you mind if we use your room tonight to fuck that baby
cunt?  I want to be on the same floor.  You can use my room to fuck around
in."

	"Sure," Kurt said looking at me with a slight, inquisitive smile.

	"Man, you fuckers are master groomers!" I said leaning back and
putting my hands behind my head.

	"All good pedos have to be," Andy said.  "You know, if you want to
turn John into a dick pig, there is this great grooming scam a buddy of
mine in college and I invented.  We put together this faked scientific
study supposedly conducted in Switzerland but which is now banned.  It
plays on the insecurities of prepubescent and pubescent boys which we know
they all have.  My buddy's cousin was twelve, and we convinced him this
study showed how to add one, two, or even three inches to his penis size."

	"Nice!" Kurt said nodding.  "I can't wait to find out what he had
to do for that."

	Andy grinned.  "This `study' showed that the more adult male sperm
he received, either anally or orally, the more his dick would grow.  This
coupled with prostate massage and ingesting pheromones through a man's
sweat was guaranteed to make his dickie bigger.  He was our little pig for
a couple of years."

	"Perfect," Jack said.

	"How did his dick turn out?" I asked.

	"Well, the beauty of scam is that whatever their cock size ends up
being, we could always maintain that their dick would have been smaller if
they hadn't done it.  In his case, his dad and cousin had big cocks, so
genetically he got one too," Andy said.

	I looked at the three pedos beside me.  They were all hard as I
was.  Grooming really is an underappreciated sexual thrill."

	Afterwards, Andy got in the water and gave swimming instructions to
little Georgie.  He knew what he was doing because soon had the little tyke
was doing the breaststroke with ease.  Then we all went inside for a hot
dog lunch.  Jack sat down next to John and gave the kid the bad news.  You
could see John's face fall and his eyes water.  He bolted out of his chair
and fled the room.

	Andy took me to Chase's room which was on the opposite side of the
third floor from Kurt's and my room.  He punched in a code, and we entered
a large, darkly masculine room with leather benches and bedspreads.  One
wall had a huge mirror which opened to reveal a secret room using a remote
control.  Inside was a club chair and a camera mounted on a tripod.  I took
a seat and checked out the equipment.  Another piece of equipment picked up
the sound in the room.

	About forty-five minutes later, Andy came into the room with his
arm slung around John.  The boy was now wearing a Giant's jersey and had a
big smile on his face.

	"Your mom is really nice," Andy said sitting on the edge of the bed
and patting the bed for John to sit next to him.

	"She was super excited to meet you.  I thought she was going to
faint when you said you would send her a signed jersey."

	"I am always happy to do that for a fan.  And, like I told you, I
want to help you change Jack's mind."

	"But how?" the eleven year old whined.

	Andy pulled a vape pen from his pocket.

	"Let's smoke this, and I will explain," he said before taking a hit
and then passing it to the youth.  John took a long toke of weed oil.  Just
seeing the boy corrupted into drug use made my dick hard.

	When they were both stoned, Andy said, "John, the world is not how
it appears to you now.  Do you remember that movie The Matrix?  You can
take the blue pill and go back to your regular life, or you can take the
red pill and see what's really going on.  Which do you want, John.  The
blue pill or the red pill?"

	The stoned kid was quiet for a moment before saying, "I want the
red pill.  I want to know."

	"OK, then," Andy said.  "Then you deserve to know.  There is a
whole world which is hidden from most people.  Three things drive it.  They
are money, power, and sex.  They are interrelated and determine outcomes
most people at best are only dimly aware of.'

	"You just entered the world of sex last night with Kurt, and you
liked it.  Right?"

	John nodded.

	"Kurt was trying to help you understand the critical role of sex.
He knows that sex appeal comes from having sex.  The more sex you have, the
more sex appeal you have.  Cameras pick up on this, and people react to it
subconsciously.  Jack is experienced and has an eye for it.  That's part
one.'

	"Part two is when Jack says you lack sex appeal, what he is also
saying is that he wants to have sex with you.  Life is transactional.  You
want something, you have to give something.  In show business it is called
the casting couch.  You want the part in the movie, you have to sexually
please the director.  So, if you want to make the big bucks, you'll have to
at least suck off Jack."

John's mouth gaped open.

"He's fat," the boy said.

"He's what the gay community calls a bear, really a muscle bear.  He has a
big, firm belly, and he is strong.  I think he is handsome, but that is not
really important.  You may not be willing to have sex with him.  And that
is fine.  You can always go back to the blue pill normal world.  Kurt was
trying to ease you into red pill world."

"So that's what he meant when he said it helps if I like it," John said
nodding.

"Exactly.  And I think you like sucking dick a lot.  Am I right?"

The boy nodded shyly.

"So, what's the big deal about a blowjob?  It's thirty minutes or an hour
of your time.  If you think the guy is ugly, focus on his dick.  You like
sucking and pleasing cocks, so concentrate on pleasing his penis.  Do you
think you can do that?"

The adorable eleven year old, just out of fifth grade, thought about it.

"Yeah," he said nodding.

Andy got off the bed and knelt in front of the kid.  He untied John's
sneakers and took them off with the socks.

"Take your shirt off, John," Andy said sitting next to the boy on the bed
again.  "Look in the mirror.  Pretend it is a camera, and that is what your
recording would look like in a video."

I smiled behind the one way mirror and zoomed in a bit on John.

"Do you think you have sex appeal?" Andy asked.

"No.  I look like a scrawny kid with no muscles," he said glumly.



"That's where you are wrong.  It is precisely because you are a kid that
you are sexy.  In the blue bill world, you're just a kid.  In the red pill
world, you are sexually appealing.  Take your pants off," Andy said.

"I don't even have pubes," John said looking at himself naked with a scowl.

"Exactly.  Jack thinks you are sexy because you're hairless and haven't
entered puberty yet.  Kurt thinks you are sexy.  I think you are sexy.
What kind of man thinks that children are sexually appealing?"

John looked confused for a second.

"Pedos!," he said suddenly.  "Oh my god.  You mean Jack is a pedo?  And
Kurt?  And, wow, are you a pedo, Andy?"

"In the blue pill world, I am a bisexual stud who has sex with men and
women.  In the red pill world, I am also a pedophile.  I love to have sex
with kids.  Well, sexy kids like you," Andy said with a smile.

"But it's against the law," he said.

Damn, this kid was a little slow on the uptake.

"It is most definitely against the law in the blue pilled world.  That's
where our sexual attraction gives you power.  Marijuana is just a weed and
its real cost is about the same as oregano.  But when it was illegal, it
could go for three hundred dollars an ounce.  Videos of handsome little
boys like you having sex with men are worth hundreds of thousands of
dollars.  Pedos will pay serious money to see your naked, hairless body.
They will pay even more to watch you have sex with men.  That's because it
is illegal."

John shook his head like he couldn't quite believe it.

Andy pulled John onto his lap and put his hand between the boy's legs.  He
played with his little dickie until it was hard.  Then he squeezed on his
nips until he moaned.

"Are you getting it now?  There is no Tik Tok influencer job, John.  Zach
doesn't do that.  It's a blue pill world cover.  Zach is a porn star, and
he has sex with men in illegal, underground films."

John's mouth flew open, but no words came.

"He's made thousands doing stuff he likes.  You could too.  Only you could
make much more than Zach because you are so young.  You have a window of
opportunity here.  In five years, you could pay off your mom's house, buy a
car, and pay for college.  All it would take is a few hours of sex every
week.  You could make even more if you agree to have sex with men outside
of porn.  They will pay you a thousand bucks to suck your dick or have you
go down on them.  They will pay even more to fuck you up the ass," Andy
said.

"What?  I couldn't do that!"

Andy reached down and pulled the boy's leg's up from the knees.  His
hairless crack came into view.  With his other hand Andy spit on some
fingers and then rubbed his wet digits on the boy's hole.  Seeing John's
fuckhole had my dick leaking down the shaft.

"Oh, baby.  That's where you are wrong. It feels so good to get fucked.  I
like it too," Andy said rubbing and tapping on the boy's fuck hole.

"I think you are so special, and I know you can do this.  Even if you
decide not to be gay, all of your sexual experience will make you the
hottest guy in high school.  Pussies will get wet for you, and guys will
beg to blow you.  But only if you take the red pill.  If you do that, I
will happily show you how good ass fucking is.  Would you like that?  I
fuck your ass and make you a happy boy?  We will be buddies for life.  But
like Kurt and Jack say, it is not for everyone.  The choice is yours and
yours alone."

John moaned as Andy applied more spit to his boy hole.  The tip of his
fingers probed inside.  The kid panted, and his hairless little erection
twitched.

"I will ask you for the final time.  Do you want the blue pill?  Everything
goes back to where you were.  No problem.  Or do you want the red pill?
Then you are a secret porn star making more money than your mother has in
her whole life.  You'll be my buddy, and you will ooze more sex appeal than
you can imagine."

Andy slipped a finger inside to the first knuckle.  John whined.

"I want the red pill!" he screamed.  "I want to be a porn star!"

And, with that, the career of one of the most successful kiddie porn stars
was born.  Little did I know that I would be his first co-star.









































































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	"Cool.  Tell me something that turns you on," Andy encouraged.

	"Lately I have been getting off on incest.  It thrills me that I am
fucking my own son.  But I have this deep attraction to brothers having
sex.  I always wanted a brother.  When Kevin told me that you brought Chuck
to him because you wanted him to enjoy sex, that really turned me on.  Then
he said you started having sex with him when he was ten and still do.  One
time when I was in college, these two brothers were in the same hotel as
me.  No mistaking them for not brothers.  We started chatting.  Later in
their room, they started kissing passionately.  They told me I could stay
and watch, beat off if I wanted, but just watch.  It was one of the most
erotic moments in my life.  Two young men, around your age, fucking and
sucking with passion."

	"Fuuuuck dude," Andy said gripping his hard dick in his shorts.
"You get it!  There is something special, unrepeatable, having sex with
your biological brother!  I know Kevin said you had an amazing ass for
fucking.  Kev and I are going to hook up some day soon for one of our epic
fucks.  I think it would insanely sexy to have you join us."

	"I want to fuck Kevin and you," I blurted out.

	"There you go!  There's the top in you.  Fuck yeah.  I am in male
mode.  Fuck my ass and by little bro's too!"