Date: Fri, 21 May 2021 23:00:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Urbuddynick Subject: Living the Life Chapter 2 Living the Life Chapter Two By Nick W. Urbuddynick@protonmail.com If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. It costs money to run this site, and your donation can really help. Thank you. I was stunned that Andy had made such a proposition to me. Sure I have had a lot of perv dads share their boys with me, some for even extended periods of time. But I had never been offered a nine year old by his teen brother. Obviously I had some questions. "Where did you get this pic of him naked with a little boner?" I asked the handsome high school football player. "Ha ha. I caught him in the bathroom and pulled out my phone and snapped it. Thing is even though he says he is queer and likes boys and all, he doesn't even really know what cock is for. I asked him if he got the tingles, and he looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about. That's when I thought of you. You sure knew how to make my dick feel excellent, Chuck," Andy said easily. I thought back to three years ago when the young teen had practically jumped me looking for a blow job. It was an interesting six month in my life, and I didn't regret it. But it was an aberration. I am a pedophile, and I bone hardest for the hairless. "Did you tell him anything about me?" I asked half hard in my shorts. His brother Kevin was really cute. "Naw. I thought I would run it past you. I want him to really enjoy being queer and all. And I don't know any other queer pedos," Andy replied. Queer pedos. Hmmm. Did that mean he had met some straight pedos? "I am interested, but I really have to meet Kevin and get to know him. Ideally I want to be buddies with him and spend some regular time with him. And then there's your mom..." "She likes you!" Andy interjected. "And really between the time she spends selling houses and hanging out at the Green Gables Tavern, she's not around a lot. But I know exactly what to say to her." That is how I found myself at their house a few nights later. Cynthia's mom came home to find Andy and me at the kitchen table pouring over some catalogues. "Why Chuck! How nice to see you. What are you two doing?" "We're looking at colleges," Andy answered. "Chuck's been urging me to go to his old university which is why he has been helping me raise my GPA. He says getting an education there will benefit me long after I can't play ball anymore. Cynthia beamed. "Oh that's wonderful, Andy." Then she looked at me. "I have been suggesting that for a year, but does he listen to me? Ha ha. It doesn't matter, though." Thumbing the brochures, she said, "Oooh, fancy. I would be so proud if you got in there." "Thanks, mom. Chuck thinks I have a good chance." Andy's mother was in her forties but still hot. The drinking was taking a toll on here, but had not yet ruined her looks. "Please stay for dinner, Chuck. We are having ....." she said. "Enchiladas," Andy added. "And Rosario made a salad and rice and beans." "Wonderful. Why don't you show Chuck the house while I get the table cleaned off and set." I marveled at how smoothly Andy lied to his mother. He obviously knew how to work her. His handsome face broke into a smile as he showed me the house. I knew the living room and kitchen from the parties, but I was delighted to find Cynthia's bedroom lay at the opposite end of where Andy's and Kevin's were. "The little dude is in the bathroom," Andy said pointing to the closed door. The teen jock opened a door on one side of the bathroom, and I got a look at his room. The bed was unmade, football heroes and big titty bitches were on the wall, and fuck mags were strewn everywhere. I even saw a few soiled jockstraps, one encrusted with cum. "This is my rat hole," Andy laughed. "You can see why I bring my twats to your guest house." The next room was a study in contrast. The bed was made, toys were tidily placed on shelves, and even the waste basket was empty. "Rosaria must clean his room," I said. "Nope. The little dude is just neat. Maybe that's, hey! Do you think it's cause he is queer?" I laughed again. "Maybe, but I have known a few queer slobs in my time," I replied busily studying the room. Remember, you wannabe pedos, reconnaissance is essential when scoping out a boy. You need to know what makes him tick. First I noticed his desktop computer ---about 3 years old I surmised. I noted the make and model. The posters on the wall were of various dinosaurs. Sprinkled among them were ones of shirtless men with big muscles. There was a sexy poster of Christ Pratt from his Jurassic movie. Harry Potter books, an assortment of unusual rocks and geodes, and elementary level geology books crowded the shelves. Stacked neatly in a corner hutch were comic books arranged by genre. The tallest stack were Batman. I could definitely work with this material. And as a dedicated boy lover, it pays to stay current on the superheroes and all of that huffley puffley Harry Potter crap. But what really got me were the posters of muscled men and fucking Chris Pratt! I smiled and chubbed a bit. THAT would be my entrance. Kevin finally joined us at the table. I saw him hug his mother's hip firmly, and she bent down to kiss him. He looked at me a bit shyly until his big bro grabbed him by the waist and started tickling him. He squealed delightfully before settling down. "You remember Mr. Pounder from the muni pool, right?" "Yeah," he said his deep green eyes studying me. I saw him checking out my biceps and muscular chest under my tight polo shirt. Fuck yeah. The little dude likes muscled men. "Hey, call me Chuck, Kevin. Everyone does," I interjected with a smile. The evening was lovely, and I learned a lot about this sweet little boy. I was beginning to get excited thinking perhaps I really had found a little lover I could spend a few years with. One I could deflower and mold into whatever I wanted. I got hard. Kevin opened up when I would ask him about dinosaurs and the rocks he had collected. In his high pitched sing-song voice, he explained the differences between carnivores and herbivores, fossils and rocks. He was so cute in his excitement that I wanted to grab him and kiss him deeply. Patience pedo, I told myself. Having Andy (of all people!!!) acting as my wingman made it all pretty easy. "So Kevin and I had a big talk last week," Andy announced making the lad look uncomfortable, "And we decided that he needs to get into a sport. Kev is not much of a team player, so I am thinking track or swimming. So why don't you come with me to the Muni Rec and hang out and swim and see if you would like that." The boy beamed. "Yeah! I like swimming. But I can't go as fast as you, Andy," he said a bit worriedly. "The nice thing about swimming is you compete against yourself, little dude. The idea is for you to get better and faster at your own pace. I love the pool. I just totally forget everything and get into the sensation." That reassured the kid. Damn he was cute. The sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks, his short brown hair with ginger highlights, and those sparkling green eyes meant that Andy had some competition for who was the handsomest brother. I put a hand on the boy's shoulder. It was electric for me. "We're glad to have you at the Muni Rec, Kevin. There are all sorts of things to do there. Tennis, weight lifting, racquetball, and of course four pools." Kevin bounced in his seat a couple of time from excitement. That innocent boyish excitement just killed me! I wanted so badly to take him naked to my bed. When I left later, Andy walked me to the car. He was oddly excited. "So, what did you think of Little Kev?" "I really like him, Andy. He's smart and sweet and fun to be with," I offered. "But what did you think of him?" he asked grabbing his crotch. This teen was too much. Sure I have had perv dads who liked to see their boys fucked by pedophiles, but this was a first for brothers. And the tone was different. Like he had set us up on a date or something. I looked Andy straight in the face and said evenly, "He is cute as hell. And I want to be clear about something. He is gay, unlike you. So, sure, I will give him one dry cum after the other like I did with you. But gays also need dick, and I am going to fuck my bare dick up his little ass and down his throat. The little fucker needs it." Andy was surprised at first but then grinned broadly like the twisted teen he is. He always appreciated frank talk from me. "I hadn't thought of that, but you're right. Being queer means he is going to want to suck cock and get fucked. I totally can see that. I knew you were the right man for this! What's our next move?" We chatted a bit and began the process of grooming little Kevin. It was odd doing it with a straight guy. Usually this is a very erotic period where I alone or with a fellow pedo plot the seduction of a targeted boy. Many a time I have made out and masturbated with another pervert as we discussed ideas of how to ensnare our prey. And of course Kevin's grooming had already begun with my hand on his shoulder and the surveillance of his bedroom. Two nights later, Cynthia texted her kids she wouldn't be home until late. Andy texted me that he was out with his girlfriend and Kevin was home alone. I showed up at the house with a pizza and root beer. It was fetching watching this cute little boy cracking the door and peeking out. He looked at me quizzically and then looked at the steaming pizza box. He unchained the door and let me in. "Is Andy here?" I asked innocently. "No. He is out with his girlfriend," he said with distaste. Interesting. "Oh. We were supposed to have a working dinner going over his college applications. Hmmm. I don't suppose you might be hungry, young man?" I literally heard his stomach growl. "I was going to make a grilled cheese sandwich. Rosaria made cabbage and corned beef which is really gross." "It's a meatlovers with extra cheese," I said with a big smile. "OK, Mr. Pounder, and thanks!" he said excitedly. "It's Chuck," I said putting the pizza on the counter. "Now that we're buds and all," I said with my most charming smile. He smiled back broadly. I was just wearing sneakers, sweat pants, and a soft loose tee shirt. My little boy was wearing his school clothes, jeans and a plaid shirt. We chatted animatedly through dinner with me peppering him with questions about him. It was obvious he craved the attention. "I've been meaning to ask you, Kevin. If you went to Hogwarts which house would the sorting hat pick for you." His mouth opened in a big O showing his surprise in the cutest way. "Wow, Chuck. You are the first adult to ever ask me that question. That is way cool. What house do you think it would pick for me?" he asked clearly animated by this line of questioning. "Well, let's see. You are brave but probably not Gryffindor material. Kind of the dullest house. I can tell from our time together that you are a very smart boy, wise for your years. Andy says you make straight A's. I would say Ravenclaw." The little nine year old was blown away. Of course he had no idea Andy told me to ask it. Then he asked what house the hat would pick for me. "Definitely Slytherin. For one thing, it is a fly under the radar school like Ravenclaw. Members of both houses know how important it is to keep a secret. Also I like Slytherin because I can be sneaky and bend the rules to my advantage. I'm a good guy, but I have a naughty streak," I said with a wink. Kevin completely opened up and was laughing, truly enjoying the conversation. "I also thought Andy would go to Slytherin. He's so cool," the ginger lad enthused. "Yeah," I agreed. "Andy didn't bat an eye when I told him I was gay. He was so cool with it." I watched his reaction closely. He was surprised and started to form the O with his mouth and then stopped. His trying to cover his astonishment was just precious. His innocence was so engaging, and I knew I had to have this boy! Kevin didn't say anything just nodded. Interesting. He didn't reveal his gayness to me. But that was even better. "Oh, hey. I have the latest Jurassic movie with Chris Pratt. There's no one in the world I would rather watch it with." He looked conflicted, excited but concerned. "My mama doesn't like me to watch it. She says it scares me too much," he said sadly. "Then let's not tell her. It's a Slytherin-Ravenclaw secret pact. As for it being scary, heck yeah it is! People are gonna get eaten!" I said to his thrilled laugh. "You can hold on to me, and I will protect you from the raptor or whatever comes our way." His resistance collapsed, and he squealed with pleasure. "Go get ready for bed, and I will get this movie streamed, little buddy," I said. I've done this exact same thing with at least a dozen boys, and how they get ready for bed is so revealing. I was slightly chubbed freeballing in my sweats, but was definitely swelling when I saw Kevin come back into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of Batman underwear. "Hey. I am honored," I said looking at his flat belly and pink nipples. "The Dark Knight has paid me a visit." The little boy giggled and sat on the couch next to me. The tiny Batman underwear really set off his flawless white and hairless skin. I took off my shoes. "I wanna get comfortable like you. Let's leave the control right next to me so I can shut it off if your mom comes home." He looked up at the clock and said glumly, "If she is not home by now, she won't be coming home tonight." The poor boy was lonely, but he wouldn't be for long. Knowing she would be away, I slipped off my tee shirt. I could see the fascination in his eyes. My muscled chest is covered in thick black hair but then leads to a dark treasure trail down to my bushy pubes. My muscled arms and really the rest of my body was rather smooth. "Come grab onto me, kiddo. I will protect you from those nasty lizards," I said pulling the couch blanket over us. He eagerly complied. Feeling his smooth warm body against my chest made me instantly hard. I leaned down and nuzzled his neck smelling that amazing universal scent of boy. I got hard. The dinosaurs did indeed scare and thrill little Kevin, and that made him grab my naked torso and hug me tightly. I also knew the boy was using the opportunity to feel me up. His hand on my pecs or bulging biceps, his fingers tracing my abs. So it was only fair that my hands roamed his nearly naked body. His belly button was sort of an innie outie combination. I grazed his nipples with the back of my hand. I thrilled to his hairless legs and arms. When Chris Pratt was on the screen in a particularly sexy shot, I let my hand dropped onto his little Batman underwear. This was all under the blanket, but I heard a little gasp. My fingertips moved, and I could feel he was hard. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, "I like Chris Pratt. He is handsome and sexy." With my index finger, I tapped the bottom of his tiny cloth covered boner. Then I dragged my finger up his dicklet. "Handsome and sexy just like you," I said licking inside his ear. He giggled and moaned at the same time. "I like you," he said sweetly. "I like you too, Kevin," I replied kissing his ear. And then Andy walked in the door. Yeah. Great timing. Kevin sat up abruptly. "Hey, you guys!" Andy said obviously tipsy. "Having fun?" "You bet," I said standing up. Andy smiled at my obvious boner and wet spot in my sweats. I put on my tee. "I better get going. Kevin," I said. He turned around and looked at my face and then my tenting boner. "I had a great time, Chuck," he said. "I did too, Sport," I said ruffling his hair. "Hey, I will see you both at the Muni Rec tomorrow. We will have a blast." Sorry to cock block you guys like Andy did me. Next chapter will be nonstop Man/boy action. Thanks for reading. Slytherin: sneaky, bend the rules to your advantage, can keep a secret, resourceful. Ravenclaw: A wise, perceptive, and quietly brilliant student will be assigned to Ravenclaw