Date: Sat, 29 May 2021 19:37:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Urbuddynick Subject: Living the Life Chapter Three Living the Life Chapter 3 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. The Municipal Recreation Center is located on eighteen acres next to Matt Estes Park. I bought the building with the original two swimming pools as well as the land after a local Christian college closed after a hundred years. I had the crap buildings razed, but the swimming pools were an architectural marvel. Built in 1923, the building was constructed from marble and stone with vaulted ceilings rising thirty feet giving it a cathedral feel. The pools were completely segregated into a women's and men's pool. To accentuate the difference, the pool complexes were tiled aggressively with blue tiles for the boys and pink tiles for the girls. Fucking subtle. My advisors said I should tear it down. The only way to enter either of the pools was through the men's and women's changing rooms. The pools were spacious, about three quarters the size of a modern Olympic pool but not Olympic size certified. The high ceilings and lack of windows gave it an underground feel as opposed to the modern airy ones. And finally there were no private shower stalls or changing rooms having instead the old fashioned and infinitely pervier communal showers and lockers. Why am I telling you this? Because I discovered a staircase behind an obscure door at the back of the manager's office. The stairs wind up and lead to a long marble balcony near the top of the ceiling. From there one could easily peer down into the each of the communal showers and the adjacent rows of lockers and changing benches. The best part was the clever vault design which made it invisible to an observer from the ground. What's more is the acoustics let you hear rather clearly what was being said below. With a pair of opera glasses, it was like being right in there the shower or at a locker. Whoever designed this building for the Christian college was a fucking pervert! Naturally, I fell in love with the place. So instead of tearing the building down, I restored it and had the building declared an historical landmark. I then added two modern Olympic pools with viewing stands along with a full gym, tennis courts, rock climbing and more. I also built four more modern locker rooms that the city mandated had to have private shower stalls and private changing booths. Fucking prudes! But they couldn't touch the historical gender-segregated pools. I put in a steam room and sauna in the men's section. I haven't gotten around to doing it for the women's side yet because frankly I don't give a fuck. So, yeah, I made this place a pedo lair. And that afternoon Andy was taking his little brother to swim laps. Alas the men only pool was being used for a little league softball team swim party. The brothers would have to use the modern indoor pool this time. I sat at my desk in my office between the two pools and pulled up Cynthia's family on my database. Damn, the Petersons were an attractive clan. I require every member get a photo taken each year, and they get a laminated pass with their picture on it. The main pic showed the Peterson family smiling and looking good. Cynthia still rocked her bikini, Andy looked like the jock god he is, and little Kevin looked ripe for fucking. Knowing a thing or two about little boys after nearly twenty years of fucking them, I knew that little Kev had to be all revved up about what went down with us during the Jurassic movie. Even though it felt like a cock block to me, Andy came home at just the right time. The boy needed time to process those feelings and try to understand them in his childish, immature mind. In the end, like all little boys, they will follow the sexy feelings even if they don't quite know what they mean. I waited until they had changed into their bathing suits to greet them personally. Andy was crammed into a tightly packed speedo. Little Kev wore a disappointing bathing suit that looked like extra-long board shorts. My suit was somewhere in between the two. If I wear a speedo, my pubic hair bushes out obscenely. I used to shave myself pedo smooth until I discovered little boys are fascinated by thick pubes probably because it is so foreign to them. Anything for the cause. The high school star athlete hit the lanes and started doing laps. Although fit and trim, poor Kevin was having trouble completing one lane. So I brought the kid over to another section of the pool where people were swimming shorter laps. Andy would come over from time to time to check on his little bro, but it was obvious they were at two vastly different levels. Afterwards I walked them both to the modern men's changing room. Andy, the consummate nudist, never pulled the curtain closed on his shower stall and did not use the changing rooms preferring the bench in front of the lockers. Little Kevin showered in his bathing suit and merely put on a damp tee shirt and some flip flops! Andy started changing into street clothes. "Hey Chuck. You told me you've done some swim coaching and have guys here at the muni here who specialize in coaching boys. Is that still true?" "For sure. We'll find the right place for Little Kev," I said. I noticed Kevin eyeing his brother while he stuffed his monster cock into his jeans. "Earth to Kev. You there?" I asked the boy. Andy laughed and Kevin turned to me and blushed. Caught the little faggot! "What do you think, Kev? What do you think about me giving you some personalized swim coaching? Just you and me?" "Thank you, Chuck. That is really nice." Andy took a phone call and chatted a bit. "That's mom. She has to show a property out of county and won't be home tonight. Hey, Chuck. Could I ask a favor? Since you live three blocks from us, could you drop off Kevin tonight? I have this shot at this smoking hot pussy, and I don't want to miss it." I laughed and said sure. Andy hugged us both and left. I looked at the boy in his damp tee shirt, wet suit, and flip flops. He looked up at me looking so innocent and appealing. "Well, young man, you are not sitting your wet but on my German import car seats. Come with me," I said authoritatively. I took him to my office and locked the door. . "I have this small dryer here which is very useful in a facility with four pools. Take those clothes off and throw them in here," I said motioning to the open door of the machine. "You want me to get naked?" he asked hesitatingly. "Yes, unless you want to crawl inside the dryer. It's no big deal. In fifteen minutes we will be on our way." He seemed unsure, so without a word I took my wet suit off and threw it in the dryer. I now stood naked in front of the nine year old. He pulled off his shirt and threw it in the machine and then modestly turned away to take off his wet bathing suit. Gods, but his fourth grade ass was so plump and so small and of so very fuckable! Kevin shyly turned and looked at me. I could see his line of sight go from my hairy chest to my belly button and straight down the dark treasure to my jungle of pubes. You know how some guys say they are growers, not showers? Well, I am a shower and a grower. I am seven thick inches hard, but in repose I hang a meaty four inches capped with a thick foreskin which comes to a point like the nipple of a baby bottle. That, nestled under a forest of pubes, got the attention of most prepubescent boys. I kept on chatting pretending like I didn't notice where he was looking. But I felt his eyes on my dick which I love. Showing my pedo meat to a child especially for the first time is such a thrill. I couldn't help myself, and I began to get hard. "You know," I said pretending everything was normal, "that suit is not going to work. Most guys wear speedos because they dry quickly and let you move through the water easily. I bet I have one in lost and found." My dick was erecting and started to curve upwards. When I felt the head slide out of the foreskin and show that purple glistening head to the innocent lad, I turned and started rummaging around in a box. I was giving the boy a view of my muscled ass and legs, if he was interested. And since little Kev was a total faggot at nine, I knew he was. I pulled a little piece of cloth from the box and turned around. I was achingly hard but kept acting as if nothing were amiss I returned to the little naked boy. I looked down and saw the he too was hard. "Here. Sit up on this table, boy," I said. He hopped his naked ass onto it. Damn, his little aroused cocklet was now level with my obscenely hard adult cock. I grabbed a bare foot and put the yellow speedo on his leg and then the other. As I pulled the suit up, I got closer and closer to him. My fully engorged adult penis shot a glob of pre on his tiny cockhead. Slowly I began to slide my pedo dick all over his little boy bits. His adorable immature balls were soon covered in my slime. Kevin was breathing heavily, and I could feel his hard two and half inch dick throb and jerk beneath my comparatively huge phallus. Involuntarily I snarled and then leaned down and shoved my tongue into the boy's open mouth. My arms enveloped him, and hungrily I started kissing the young boy. He was startled for sure, but like every other boy, nature soon takes over. The instinct to kiss with tongues is innate, waiting only to be unleashed by passion. Hunger and lust were in my eyes and throbbing dick as I kissed him. Reaching down I found his tiny but incredibly hard member. Using my copious seminal fluids, I masturbated the little slut with three slick fingers. I say slut because his eyes fluttered, and he moaned and thrust his little taster into my adult mouth. Fuck yeah. I pulled off and stopped stroking the kid. We were both panting. I smiled and proceeded to pull up the rest of the speedo. I pulled him off the table and stood him in front of a full length mirror. My boy looked so sexy in a small yellow speedo covered with green velociraptors. His throbbing hard boy nail and my seminal fluids made it look so nasty ... and sexy! "Let's get you home," I said with a grin and reached for my pants. Everything reverted back to ordinary on the drive home. We talked about swimming and his school classes. His mom called, and he chatted with her for a bit. It is important to give kids space to be normal when you start sexing them up. Sexual excitement can be overwhelming to a child. He hung up. "Momma says there is meatloaf and potatoes for us. She won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Andy lied to her and said he was doing homework upstairs. More like doing that girl," he said with a bit of disgust. "Is the meatloaf good, or should I get take out?" I asked. When he heard that I would be staying for dinner, his face lit up. "Rosario's Meatloaf is yummy. And we have some chocolate cake left over that I hid from Andy. He's a real pig for cake if you leave it lying around." We both enjoyed the dinner and the conversation. Even as I was half boned under the table, I also happy just being with him. It is not all about sex. As a pedophile, you can't really have a partnership with a little boy that you can with an adult. But you can have a relationship with him which is beneficial to both After dinner he looked at me with priceless innocence and asked, "What do you want to do now, Chuck?" Adorable. "Why don't you show me your room," I suggested silkily. Kevin spent a half an hour showing me everything of interest in the room. My M.O. is to let the boy reveal himself to me. It is crucial for bonding that you understand his interests and passions. I found a squishy rubber ball on a shelf and had an idea. "Let's play a game, Kev," I suggested. "OK! What game is it?" "It's called dog and puppy. First, we take our clothes off because, duh, dogs don't wear clothes," I said with a smile. He giggled. "Then one of us holds the ball with our body not our hands and the other one has to come and grab the ball with their teeth and pull it away. For instance, you could put it between your chin and your chest." I showed him. "We can't walk on two legs either. We are dogs. We can only crawl on all fours or roll over on our backs. Oh, and if you drop the ball, you lose the round. Got it?" He nodded eagerly and dropped trou pretty fast this time. The kid had me so aroused, I was completely hard and wet by the time I was naked. He looked unashamedly at my erect adult penis, and the taboo thrill made my balls tingle with pleasure. Often it's the little things that makes Man/boy sex the best. "You go first, pup," I said with a smile, twitching my boner for his viewing pleasure. He jumped on his double bed covered with a cheery Sponge Bob spread. Like a good puppy he got on all fours facing away from me and tucked the ball between his chin and chest. On all fours I crawled towards that small and perfect ass. Unblemished, hairless, and oh so fuckable. I let out a low growl and then started sniffing his ass. I stuck my dog my nose into his crack. Kevin giggled and moved his butt from the tickling nose. Crouching down and peering between his legs, I could see his completely hard cock. I kissed each perfect cheek and then got on top of the boy, my hands on the bed keeping our bodies from touching. I moved forward and bent down and kissed his ear. "Woof, woof," I said in a low growl in his ear. I licked inside his ear which made him writhe and giggle and almost drop the ball. I licked his cheek and then took his little earlobe in my teeth and gently nibbled at it. More giggles. Eventually he dropped the ball. Before I got off of him for my turn, I scooted forward and pushed my cock into his hairless crack. It wasn't on his hole, but I fucked my dripping pedo meat into his soft and moist boy cleft. For my turn I rolled on my back and put the ball in my armpit making sure I left big tufts of sweaty hair fall on the ball. Playfully he crawled naked onto my body and straddled my belly. Bending over, he rubbed his hard little boy cock on my stomach as he pressed his face into my pit. He tasted my scent and tried to take the ball. He then started licking on my biceps and chest in the unlikely but highly pleasurable event he dislodged the ball that way. I just loved how the horny little sensualist was pleasuring himself by humping on my smooth belly. I eased up, and he seized the ball like a triumphant puppy. For his turn he rolled on his back. Daringly he stuck the rubber ball between his thighs right under his tiny boy nuts and throbbing 2.5 inch dicklet. That was an exciting pedo moment. We all know what he was asking for, the little slut. His innocent lust and sexual desire was enormously erotic. Don't ever tell me boys don't want this. They do. I got on all fours, a big dog with an aching hard on. I growled and barked and then let my tongue hang out and as I panted. Kev laughed at that. Pant Pant. I crawl between his legs towards the ball. I allow my drooling tongue to drag along the inside of his naked and utterly smooth thigh. He giggles again but this time with a subtext. I lick again on the thigh this time moving my tongue on the ball. I left a trail of spit on the boy flesh and rubber. Right above his tight, rosy pink balls a boy cock the size of an adult thumb loudly proclaimed his sexual excitement. My dog tongue came out and swiped over those immature testicles and then right on up the shaft and up and around the red mushroom head. The child moaned in pleasure. I pulled off and lapped his pubic mound, deliciously and scandalously bare. The rubber ball had long fallen on the floor. The look on Kevin's face was of an extreme pleasure that he couldn't believe was happening. I moved to his face and began kissing him once more. This time he kissed back with a passion not seen the night before. I was awakening his lust and was just about to initiate him into the world of sex. I stopped kissing him and asked him to lay down next to me and face me. "Hey, kiddo. How are you doing" I asked tenderly. "Great, Chuck," he responded kind of breathlessly. "This feels so wonderful. I like you a lot, Chuck," he said taking my hand with his tiny one. The fourth grader looked so sweet and pure in his affection. "I like you a lot too, Kevin. I want to finish this game by giving you the best feeling you ever had. You think you feel good now, but it will blow your socks off," I said. "But I don't have any socks now, silly," he said putting his bare foot on my face. I pretended to bite it and then slipped a hand between his legs. I love masturbating boys. Watching sexual pleasure take over a little hairless boy is sublime. "Would you like to feel that, Kevin?" I asked massaging his dickie with my thumb and two fingers. "Would you like to feel that excellent?" He nodded even as his breath got ragged from my touch. Suddenly I pulled off and scooped him into my muscular arms. He squealed as I cradled his neck is one arm and his bare ass in the other. I stood up and carried him around the room with my pedo cock curving up in front of me. The great thing about Man/boy sex is the size and weight difference. Kevin weighed in at 60 pounds and stood about four and a half feet high. I am six foot two and weigh in at 220. Kevin surrendered to me in my arms. I have done this with many boys. It gives them a sense of reassurance that all is well, and it establishes who is in charge. The surrender and submission to a superior naked male makes the submissive ones so hard. I wasn't sure if that's why Kev was boned like a diamond. Only time would tell. I bent down and kissed him on the nose and forehead. "I saw you looking at my penis. Do you like it?" I asked with a naughty grin. "Yeah," he said sort of shyly but with a smile. "Yours had a blanket on it. I don't have one," he said. "It's called a foreskin. Most boys in America have it taken off after they are born. It means that my dick is more sensitive because it has been protected by the blanket as you call it." I sat the boy down in a children's chair near his comic books. The height was perfect. I stepped in front of him with my wet purple cock twitching inches from his face. "It's soooo big," the nine year old said with wonder. "You can play with it. Touch it. Smell it. Lick it. I know you want to, gay boy," I said with a knowing tease in my voice. He looked at me shocked. How could I possibly know about his secret? It was amusing and sweet. Kevin reached for my cock and pulled the foreskin over my head. I moaned. He looked at me and saw my lustful pleasure. He pulled it back and exposed it again. "Is this gay?" he asked innocently. "Oh yeah. This is as gay as it gets. Gay guys like penises and play with each other's to make them feel good. Straight guys play with girl's vaginas. Did you like kissing me?" "Yeah," he said with certainty. "Would you want to kiss a girl like we kissed?" "Ewww no. That's gross," he said scrunching up his face. "That's because you and I are gay. It makes a part of a super cool club. You are such a special boy, Kevin. Every now and then I run across an exceptional boy like you. I want to be your good friend, and I want to play with you. A lot. You know if you want to play with someone when your wiener gets hard like both of ours are. Kevin giggled, "Wiener. That's funny. Andy always calls it his cock." "There are lots of words for it. Andy has a big cock, doesn't he?" I asked conspiratorially. "Oh yeah. He always walks around with no clothes on when mom isn't around. But he isn't gay." "Which is why he doesn't get hard for you. Not like I do. My favorite word for penis is dick. Why don't you say hello to my dick." Kevin smiled. "Hello Mr. Dick," he said right to my dripping piss slit like it was a microphone. "Kiss him," I urged. I saw his little dicklet quiver as he moved forward a couple of inches and kissed my drooling dick head. I grinned as I saw a little drop of pre on his lip. "Kiss it like you and I kiss. Use your tongue," I instructed. And so it began. What would become Kevin's lifelong love of cock started that very moment he swiped his tongue over my cockhead tasting my prefuck and going back for more. Like a kid with an icecream cone, he went back each time until he was half slurping and half kissing. A small step forward and I had the whole head in his little mouth. Another tiny step, and he began his first cock suck. You might say that he was orally inclined. He took it upon himself to lick every inch of my throbbing pedo dick. And he thoroughly licked and sucked my balls. When I counseled him to watch his teeth, I watched him efficiently adjust his technique. After about ten minutes I was fucking the head and another two inches into his mouth. You might say that he was orally inclined. I would say that he was a slut and probably a dick pig. "Fuck yeah, Kev, suck my dick. You are so good and making me feel terrific. MMMM. Handsome queer boy sucking his man. So hot!" I said to the licking lad. I thrilled to the obscene site of my uncut pedo meat going in and out a few inches stopping just before it hit his throat. That would come later I thought with a grim smile. I pulled my wet cock from his mouth and then rubbed it all over his face. The horny fucker was hungry and kept sticking his tongue out for a taste. Damn, I love gay little boys! They are so much fun to pervert. I like to take my time and see their carnal nature come out, well, naturally. When you understand what makes them tick sexually, then you can more successfully mold them into what you want sexually. However it was becoming pretty clear right from the start what this horny fourth grader was and how he should be used. Eventually I pulled my dripping cock from the hungry boy's mouth. The spit on his face and lips looked so nasty and sexy. His little bare cocklet was still iron hard. "My turn," I said with a smile. I picked up this sixty pound boy like he was a doll and sat him on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and got in front of him. Playfully I pulled his legs wipe apart. In the center was that pedo perfect prepubescent cock. I watched his face as I licked and lapped and then sucked his boy tool. It was a joy to witness his innocent pleasure. It was like introducing a kid to Disneyworld who had no conception Disneyworld even existed. Kevin is smart, and it was gratifying to see him make connections with how I was sucking his dick and what he had done to mine. He was learning. There is no sexual education like that from a skillful pedophile. I reached up and grabbed his nipples squeezing them. Not too hard but enough to hurt just enough to make a sexual connection if he were wired that way. And, fuck yeah, turns out he is. If he had gone through puberty already, at that point he would have shot out pre. Since he was an immature child, I could tell by a slight quivering vibration of his erect dickie. I squeezed the paps harder and sucked harder. His breath became labored. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He was almost getting alarmed, and then it burst forth like a force of fucking nature. His body convulsed and spasmed. Suddenly he was wet from head to toe and smelled delectably of little boy sweat. Like thunder the moan followed the lighting of orgasm. It erupted deeply, primal and satisfied. I held Kevin in my arms while he came down. Soon he cocked his head and looked at me. "Is that the tingles?" he asked. "Yes. But that is a little boy word for it. It's called cumming or cum for short. The formal word is orgasm. How did you like your first cum, Kev?" "Wow. Wow. Wow. Definitely the bestest!" he exclaimed like some kid who just rode Space Mountain. I love making little boys happy like that. But now it was time for me to have the bestest feeling. "Now you know you that your dick can be your best friend. I see you are still hard. Would you like another cum, Kevin?" He nodded eagerly. I got off his double bed and stood naked in front of the boy. "Thing is, I am so damn hard and horny that I have to cum before I do anything else. Do you wanna suck my dick again so I can cum in your mouth?" He nodded smiling. I got back on the bed and straddled his neck support my weight on my knees. My shaved smooth nuts dangled over Kevin's chin. "Lick my balls, Kevin," I said. The little faggot started tasting my scrotum again. "I want to cum in your mouth, Kev. Remember when you were sucking me earlier and you tasted that stickly clear stuff?" Rather than stop licking my balls, he looks me in the eye and nods. What kind of guy doesn't stop sucking ball sweat to answer you? A dick pig. They just keep sucking. I mean I didn't want to prejudge the situation, but I'm just saying. This single digit gay boy just might be a pig for dick. "After you go through puberty around 12, guys start shooting a warm creamy liquid called cum. It is super good for you. It makes you strong, and it makes your dry cums feel even better. So when I cum in your mouth, hold it in there and taste it. Then swallow. Got it?" He nodded. So nice. This little elementary school kid is taking instruction well. I grabbed him by his ginger hair and firmly but not painfully pulled his hair. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," I said. I looked into his sparkling green eyes as I reached behind me and felt his rock hard boy boner. Of course he was liking this. I gathered saliva in my mouth and then spit it slowly in a long strand onto his tiny tongue. The obscenity of the act made my pedo dick twitch and shoot out a long strand of precum. The sticky strand was right in the line of site of the sexually aroused little boy. It hung from my purple dickhead, the piss slit gaping with the clear prick snot. I reached down and moved my cockhead over the kid's tongue so the heavy strand of pre touched my gob of spit on the child's tongue. Then I fucked forward with my shaft and pushed my drooling dickhead onto the gooey wad and rubbed it around his tongue and in his mouth. My adult penis fish hooked him, thrusting into his cheeks and making them bulge like a chipmunk. I fucked the head and another inch in. Kevin reached out with his tongue and swirled it around my head and the start of my shaft. And then I heard him moan. The sexy little slut was loving it! I was fucking with his mouth like a trashy whore, and he loved it! The excitement of my first time with this nine year old cutie made me suddenly lose it and shoot my load into his mouth. The volume was too much for the immature orifice, and it started spilling out of his mouth and some out of his nose! I saw his mouth open, and his little licker was moving around in a sea of man sperm. Fuck yeah! "That's it, boy. Get a good taste. Now swallow," he did as he was told --- the trait I most admire in little boys. I used my softening pecker to wipe up the gobs of cum that spilled onto his chin and cheeks and chest. I would wipe my dick in the cum and offer him my softening member to clean. Eventually my foreskin covered my head again and tapered to a nipple sized flesh. A gob of cum clung to the end. "Now you can see my uncut cock," I said as he sat up and examined it. "Use your tongue and explore inside of the skin," I encouraged. It was sexy watching this innocent little boy shoving his tongue into my thick foreskin. Cleaning up my spooge and the dribbles from my piss slit. I kissed him deeply afterwards tasting my cum on his tongue. Taking advantage of the bathroom fixtures of their old house, we took a bath together. It was a great old tub where a man like me could comfortably stretch out and soak. Perfect for a man and boy. I made a bubble bath and cleaned the boy with a wash cloth telling him how handsome and special he was. I meant every word. He told me it was the best day of his life, and it touched me that I could touch him so deeply. We played battleships for a while before I pulled him back between my legs. I put my feet on the floor of the tub and then had Andy put his feet on my thighs. Then I could reach around and play with his crack. I put some shampoo on it and massaged the crack up and down. I tapped on his hairless hole and rubbed it lightly. With my left hand I started stroking his cute and oh so hard dicklet. "Hey Kev, do you like what I am doing to you?" I asked softly in his ear as my fingers massaged his throbbing boy boner. "Oh yeah, Chuck. That feels amazing," he said adjusting his feet and body so he could relax his naked body against mine. "I am masturbating you. Jerking you off. This is what most people do to have an orgasm, cum. When you are alone, I want you to try stroking yourself. You will find the way you like it best. Everyone does it," I said sliding the tip of my pinkie barely into his ass. "Why are you touching me there?" he asked, a tinge of alarm in his tone. "Oh baby boy, that is your boy hole. That is not just your poop chute, it is also a place of great pleasure. You have ten thousand nerve ending around your hole. Just let me show you how much fun you can have there." "It's dirty," he protested feebly as I slid my pinkie in to the first knuckle. I started rubbing his dickhead with my thumb. "No, it is not. We are in a bath, and I cleaned it. Your hole is only dirty when you poop, and it is easy to clean. Do you trust me?" The cute lad did not hesitate. "Yes, Chuck." "I promise you will like it. Just like your dickie being stroked," I said licking his ear while he giggled. "By the way, you know, all of our naked play like this has to be kept a secret," I said doing my obligatory pedo speech. "It has to be a Ravenclaw-Slytherin Pact of Secrecy. You can't be telling your mom or your friends or anyone about what we do." "I know," he said seriously. I stopped stroking his hairless organ. "I have seen the vids and heard the talks at school about bad touching and all. Andy says it is bullshit. They don't want kids to have fun. He says no one is harmed, and he is right. It is fun and you aren't hurting me." I was impressed. First with his reasoning and second with Andy's spectacular take on those anti-molestation programs. Way to go big bro! Steer your little bro right! "That is very impressive, young man. Worthy of a Ravenclaw scholar!" I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "You really trust Andy, don't you?" I asked. "Yes. He tells me the truth, and I can depend on him. My mom is great and all, but she is kind of not so great about doing what she says she will. But it's because she has to work so much and has such a hard load with us kids and all," he said. "She's a great lady and loves you so very much. But then what is not to love?" Kevin looked at me tenderly. I smiled. "And Andy is absolutely right. I want you to promise me you will let me know if you don't like something we do or something bothers you. I want to show you a lot of things and introduce you to gay life, but you have to be cool with a part of your life being a secret from most people. Do you think you can do it?" He thought about it for a moment. "I promise, Chuck. Bruce Wayne doesn't go around telling everyone he is Batman. But he does trust Alfred and Commissioner Gordon." "Exactly right. Looks how smart you are," I said happy he grasped the importance of secrecy. As a reward, I resumed my anal-pinky probe and child masturbation. It didn't take too long for his second glorious cum to arrive. Knowing more what to expect, he enjoyed the sensations more this time. Of course he loved it, who the fuck doesn't like to cum? Seriously! This idea that we pedos are molesting someone is offensive. I am not bothering or disturbing little boys, I am making them have the best day of their life. And they come back for more because who doesn't want more orgasms? What kind of person would deny their child that wonderful pleasure? And they say we are twisted! I had just put Kevin to bed, this time naked instead of wearing underwear. I was getting dressed when the bedroom door opened. Andy looked a little buzzed but not drunk. He saw me and raised his eyebrows. "Hey, is the little dude sleeping?" he asked in a low voice. "Yes. He has had quite a work out today," I said pulling up my pants. My soft four inch penis was hanging out of the fly. No need to say anything. "I've got some fun stuff planned at the pool tomorrow for you and Kevin," I said. "Cool, Chuck! I am so glad I hooked you two up," Andy said with his winning smile. I looked at his half hard cock in his pants and said, "Me too, Andy. I am so glad I met the Peterson brothers!"