Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2019 09:41:45 -0400
From: Tagen <tagenhard@gmail.com>
Subject: Random Tails/ Class

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Class by tagenhard


"Why do men want to fuck boys?"
A mummer of voices passed thru the class.
I looked out over the men attending this seminar. "That's what it is.
Fucking."
I stated bluntly. "I'm not going to waste time trying to be polite. We are
here
to talk bluntly about the epidemic of boy/man pornography that is out there
polluting our society." I raised my voice. "If you can't handle the vulgar
reality
of these sick fucking perverts then you don't belong here."

I gazed out across the group of 12 men who were about to enter into the
sick
world of pedo sex and trying to help clean it up. "There is nothing pretty
or
PC about what you are about to do." I stated bluntly. "You are about to
dive
into the world of the sickest perverts that walk the earth. If you can't
handle
straight vulgar talk from me, then you don't belong here."

Sometimes the class included a woman but usually it was all men, as this
class was. The group of men ranged from 20 to 45 from the data I was
provided. Some of them were married with kids of their own, some divorced
and among the younger ones still single.

"Make no mistake about it, these men want to fuck your children, or your
younger brothers and sisters." I spewed out. "They want to shove their hard
fucking throbbing cocks up into them and fuck them."
I let my vulgar words sink into their minds, I let the image of it sink
into their
brains. "You are going to have to dance that fine line between chatting
with
them on the internet using their language and then going home to your
families and not letting it affect you."

"There is a high rate of divorce and alcoholism in the police business and
it
can get worse when you work in this particular field." I warned the men
gathered.
"You need to have a firm set of values of what is right and wrong, you need
to find something to be your bedrock when the going gets tough. Some men
find that in a loving and understand wife or husband." I heard a snort.

"Does that surprise you? You think that gay men can't be against child sex.
Do
you think that just because they are gay they want to be one of the child
rapists? Well nothing could be further from the truth. You can't label
these
men as gay or straight, they are boy lovers. Sure some of these men will
enjoy sex with other men but many of them only want boys to play with."

"So as I was saying you need a bedrock, it can be a partner or your church,
but you have to have stable footing so you can keep your wits about you and
handle what has to be done."
"I will be honest with you." I stated as I walked around the small 12
tables
that each man sat at alone. "Today will be all about me trying to shock
you.
The language I use, the pictures I show you, the movies you will watch. I
don't want to waste my energy the rest of the week on someone who can't
cut it."

I went over to the doorway and turned off the lights, then with a remote I
started the video presentation. This first part was just pictures and then
we
would take a break and follow up with movies. The pictures started to flash
across the screen in the front of the room, a steady stream of picture
after
picture. They were pictures of naked boys from every possible age below 14
and men placing their hard cocks into them anyway they could. Some were
loving and some were not. Some of the boys smiling and some not.

The men in the room were seeing things they probably would have
never even thought possible, would never have thought of doing with an
adult
much less a child.

Image after image filled the screen and their eyes, white boys, black boys,
brown boys and oriental boys. Fat ones, skinny ones, cute ones, ugly ones.
Red
heads, blondes, black haired. Bondage, water sports, bareback, dildos, whip
cream, chocolate syrup, dogs, costumes, and diapers were presented in the
vast array of photo's.

The presentation ended and I turn the lights on quickly. "Ok, go get
yourself
some coffee if you want while we take a 30 minute break so you can let all
of
that sink in. 10 of the men got up and filed out of the room, the two who
stayed seated were the 20 year old and a man of about 40. I knew why they
didn't get up, but I would confirm it later by looking at the footage from
the
wireless hidden cameras I had under each desk.

I hoped my suspicions were right, especially about the 20 year old, because
he reminded me of me when I first started this.

Maybe if I gave you some background it would help.
Hi my name is Ralph and I am a boy lover. Now I know you are saying that
doesn't make sense. How can I be a boy lover and a hunter of boy
pornographers?

I'm going to take you back to my beginning of my career.   I was 20 and
fresh
from police academy, I got hired by the State Patrol of my home state. They
didn't have anyone who was trained specifically for child porn and wanted
to
create a position that would deal with that when the need arose. Only two
people applied and I was one of them. They didn't get many applicants
because it was work in addition to your normal duties and did not include
any extra pay at that time.

I only got hired over the older guy because I could
run circles around him on a computer and that was where the action was.
Chat rooms, Social Sites where code words were used and the sharing and
sending of child porn between like minded men.

I applied for the position because I knew I was attracted to boys sexually
even though I never had sex with one. I applied because I wanted to see boy
porn and didn't know how else to obtain it. I was sent off to a training
class
just like this one and thought I would cream in my pants when we started to
see actual porn pictures.

Now all sex between a child and an adult is classified as assault and
molestation. The system only sees in black and white. If a child claims he
liked it or wanted to do it, it was claimed they were brain washed or
manipulated because no child could possible want that.

As we looked through pictures I noticed that in some it was obvious that
the
boy was not happy or enjoying what was going on, but in others they were
smiling and appeared to be having fun. I decided the experts were full of
crap
claiming no child could possibly enjoy this.

As the week of class progressed I became more convinced that what we
should be doing is protecting the child instead of just going after all of
the
creators of this porn. But isn't going after the creators of porn,
protecting the
child? You are probably asking.

Yes and no, if the producer of the porn is forcing or making the child do
things
he doesn't want to, then yes the child is being protected by nabbing the
pornographer.

But let me give you an example where the child was not being protected by
the pornographer being arrested. In all the case files we went through that
week, there was one where a father had a picture of his little boy naked on
his phone. The phone broke, he took it in for repair and the phone tech
stumbled across the pic. There was no sex, no erection, just simple nudity.

The tech called the police and the police raided the home. They found
hidden
away some pics of the dad and his son having sex. The man didn't have any
other pics of any other children, just his. The boy told the police he
liked
being with his dad, he showed no classical signs of abuse, wasn't forced to
do
anything he didn't want.

But the law is black and white, the father was dragged from the home
handcuffed in front of his child crying to not take daddy away, the mother
was screaming a stream of cuss words at the father and the neighbors were
out watching the show.

This family was torn apart, the boy was sent to therapy where he was told
over and over that what had happened was bad, he wasn't at fault but it was
bad. His true love for his dad was bulldozed by the therapists till he
finally
questioned it himself. The gossip of the neighbors forced the family to
move
time and time again.

This boy's world was crushed. He was happy, he was doing well in school, he
was active in sports, and he had a positive outlook at life. And the
experts
destroyed all of that, ripped it right down to the ground and stomped all
over
it. How was this boy protected? How was this boy helped? He was more
molested by society than his father.

It was then that I decided that I would use my position to be a boy
protector.
If I could ascertain a boy was a willing participant and not being abused
by
my standard of judgement, then I would try to thwart an arrest of the adult
and help them cover up any trace of what was going on, and then help them
realize what put them on our radar to begin with so they didn't make the
same mistake again.

Yes I know that I am putting my judgment ahead of the experts and the law,
but as I said they work in a black and white world, but I know shades of
grey
exist.

Anyway I finished the class, had my credentials and was now part of the
national database of joint agency task forces that confront this issue.
Part of
my responsibility is to send in all data relating to child abuse incidents
so it
can be studied to see if it's a singular situation or fits into a pattern
that
might represent an organized group of abusers. All pic and videos get
transferred to the national task force so they can be studied to see if
they are
old ones that have been around for a while or new ones being created. And
then studied to look for clues to see if the people or places can be
identified.

I was back at work for three months when a request went out to help
identify
a new video that had shown up. We were presented with just screen shots of
the faces and a screen shot of a really unique wall paper. We were told
that
the video appeared to have been filmed in an old motel room. Did anyone
recognize them or the wallpaper?

I didn't recognize the man or child but that wallpaper, wow, could it be
that
place. When I was a child my family would go to a motel halfway up the
state, and stay there. Then drive on the next day to the mountain resort
that
was our goal. I knew that wallpaper from there. It was the weirdest swirl
of
lavender and grey and yellow. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before
or since.

I googled the motel but there was no website for it. From old court
records I was able to see that the place had sold just 6 months ago. The
original owners who had it when I was a kid staying there sold it off. I
googled
and dug thru national records and found the new owner had lived out east
and his wife was killed in a home invasion. He sold his family home there
apparently to move here and own the motel. The records showed there was
one child a boy of 8 at that time.

 I wanted to investigate this before reporting my knowledge because if I
was
wrong I didn't want to look stupid in front of the higher ups. It was a
four
hour drive, which is why we ended up there. We would take off right after
dad got home from work and four hours was enough before me and my
siblings got on our parents nerves being cooped up in a car. Then the next
day
another four hours to the resort.

I reported to my superior I was leaving to check out a lead and headed off.
I
was in a state police car and in uniform. I pulled into the motel lot just
past
2 pm. There were no other cars there at the moment.

Walking into the office I saw the man from the screenshot that was sent
out.
He was surprised just as any person would be to see an officer when one
wasn't expected. He asked how he could help me. He didn't seem nervous or
jittery at the sight of me.

I asked if I could please see a room. He wanted to know why but I repeated
my request and said I would explain after.
Of course now he was nervous as any sane person would be. He asked me to
pick a number as all rooms were available. I picked 8 for the age of his
son.

I walked into the room and it was a blast from the past. Still the same
furniture and still the same wallpaper. I walked out of the room and
stopped
and looked at the forested boundary line that lay beyond the parking lot.

"You have a son I believe." I stated as I turned and looked at him.
"Yes." He replied with caution. "What is this about?"
"Is he here?"
"What is this about?" He repeated.
"I won't ask again, is he here." I stated more firmly.
"Yes why?"
"I would like to talk to him, with you present of course."
"Tell me what this about?" He stated with firmness in his voice.

Even though he was years older than me, I gave him my best stare. "Sir it
is in
your best interest to cooperate with me. If you don't I will make a call
and
within the half hour this place will be swarming with officers, you will be
in
the backseat of a squad car and I will be talking to your son. Now do you
want to put your son thru that when you can avoid it by just letting me
talk
to him?"

The man was taken aback just like I wanted him to be. He hesitated a
moment but finally caved. "He's in our apartment behind the office."
I spotted a picnic table on the lawns edge. "I will be over there, bring
him to
me please."

The man looked to where I indicated and then turned and walked away
towards the office. Only when he was a safe distance away did I turn my
attention from him and head for the picnic table.

I took a seat facing outwards toward the office. It was within minutes that
I
saw the man emerge from the office with the boy from the screen shot. What
an angel I thought, I wished I had gotten to see the video.
As they approached me I smiled at the cute boy. "Hi, I'm Ralph, what's your
name?"
"Nathan." The boy returned timidly.

I reached out my hands to Nathan and he took them, an electric shock went
thru my body. "Can I please talk with you? I have just a few questions and
it
would be really helpful if you talked to me."
Nathan nodded his head as we faced each other and I held his hands in mine.
"I never meet a movie star before." I gushed. Nathan blushed but his dad
went ashen. I thought you did such a wonderful job. You're so cute and
smart
and fun to watch, like wow. I just had to meet you."
Nathan giggled again. A sweet wonderful cock hardening giggle.
"Did you have fun making that?" I asked with a big disarming smile on my
face.

Nathan got a big smile on his face. "It was soooo fun. The man taking it
was
really nice and we had fun also afterwards, but we didn't film that."
Nathan
informed me of an important piece of information.
All I knew of was the screen shots. Since there were only two faces sent
out, I
had to guess that they were the ones in the video. I had no way of knowing
there was third person. So I now knew it wasn't a home video but recorded
by someone else.

"But you got to have fun with your dad and now you can watch it over and
over again if you want, right."
"Yea, we watched just this morning." Nathan informed so I now knew there
was a copy on premise.
"Do you love your daddy?" I asked.
"Do you love your daddy?" I asked warmly.
"Gosh more than anyone." Nathan returned with what I thought was real
emotion.
`I was wondering, did daddy make you make this movie or did you want to
do it."

"Oh daddy doesn't make me do anything that I don't want, well." Nathan
paused. "He makes me eat my vegetables." Nathan added.
I laughed out loud. "But you're happy you made the movie and you're happy
that daddy and you do that together?"

Nathan blushed and whispered back to me. "I know it's naughty and I know
it's a secret, but I really like it and I'm glad daddy and I do it."
I really believed Nathan was telling the truth and he wasn't showing any of
the classical abused child signs. "Thank you for talking with me Nathan,
like I
said I never meet a movie star and wow you are just so special."

Nathan again giggled and leaned in and kissed me real quick on the lips. "I
won't mind making a movie with you."
This time I blushed. "Well maybe we can, let me talk with your dad first.
Can
you get back to your room alone while your dad and I talk?"
"Of course silly, I'm not a little kid." Nathan replied and ran off back
towards
the office/ apartment.

I watched the cute little butt as it receded from sight.
"Now what?" Dad asked with fear in his voice.
I extended my hand. "I'm Ralph by the way." I said warmly.
"Jack." He replied taking my hand and shaking it.
"Did you send that movie out into the internet for others to see?" I asked
solemnly.
"That fucking bastard."  Jack spouted. "He promised it would be kept
private."

"Well he didn't keep it private and it has come to the attention of the
National Task Force. That's why I'm here."
Jack crumbled to his knees, ranting fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
"Jack." I said calmly. "That's an interesting offer, but I'm not into older
men."

It took a moment but then registered in Jacks mind. He looked up to me and
anger seemed to cross his face. "So you're here to black mail me?"
"No, you misunderstand. I'm here to help you. Tell me about the man who
took the movie." I requested.

Jack explained that he bought the motel and fled the big eastern city where
his wife had gotten murdered for the simpler safer life of country living
for his
and his son's sake. He had been having sex with his son prior to this and
had
been in a chat room where he talked with several other guys about the
issue.

Once moved, Jack felt a need to expand on his activity and wanted to go to
the next level and share his son with someone. He slowly learned that one
of
his regular talk buddies traveled the western states. He ended up telling
the
guy about the motel and they arranged a meet date.

The man called himself Luke but beyond that Jack knew nothing about him.
Jack did however write down the man's license plate number. Jack shared his
son once and Luke returned the next month and asked if he could record Jack
and his son promising it was just for his personal entertainment while he
was
out traveling those lonely nights. Jack agreed and that's how the movie got
made.

I then explained to Jack how I came to find him. Since I was the only
officer
currently in this state that would have received this request for help of
identifying, he was probably safe. The danger could be from his previous
home if a participating officer recognized him but that was a chance that
could not be controlled. Jack didn't have any social media pages like
Facebook etc. where facial recognition programs might find him. So he
needed to not start any of those and keep any pics of himself and his son
off
the internet.

He also needed to paint over or paper over all the rooms
because that was such a distinctive wallpaper. I told him he needed to stop
using the chat room for a little while and I gave him my personal cell
phone
number. If he needed to talk about his son and sex then he should call me
and
I would be his sounding board.

It was getting late and Jack out of gratitude offered to feed me dinner and
a
free night at the motel so I won't have to drive back at night, I accepted
and
he set me up in a room. Dusk was his busy time, this is when travelers
decided they didn't want to drive anymore and pulled in and asked for a
room. Dinner would be later after the rooms filled, till then Jack handed
me a
disc to watch. It was "THE" video.

Nathan came and collected me at about 8 for dinner. As I walked to the
office
I noticed the place had filled up and every room was sold out. With the no
vacancy sign lite, Jack and I and Nathan sat down and enjoyed a nice meal.

After that jack showed further gratitude by helping me cross the line from
looker to participant in this secret world.

Driving home the next day with a well-worn out cock, I set about my plan to
find this Luke person and investigate him. My command officer asked how my
trip went and I told him that it didn't led me to the person I was looking
for
but did provide me with more information to pursue.

Using the license plate number I discovered who Luke was, but he was
outside my jurisdiction. I asked for a personal day off and visited him. We
had
a chat and came to an understanding. And I left with a large haul of kiddie
porn for my personal use.

Several weeks later a social worker called with a concern about one of her
clients, I investigated and had a nice chat with the boy and his stepdad.
He
assured me everything was okay and the boy agreed but I had a bad feeling
in
my gut about this. After the interview the step dad walked me out to the
front of the house where he lite up a cigarette. I asked him if he could
spare
one and even though I don't smoke, I lite up with him. I asked him if it
was
okay if I smoked it there because my girl would throw a fit if she even
thought, she smelled smoke in the car.

We took a couple of puffs in silence. "I apologize man for this intrusion
into
your life, but it's my job to have to look into this stuff."
"I understand." He offered back. "Just doing your job."
"Yea these social worker cunts see the bogie man around every corner. I
swear there all lesbo's out to destroy us men." I took a drag and blew it
out slowly.
"I hear you," The man replied noncommittally.

Before coming I of course looked up to see why this family was on the
social
services network to begin with. The mother had gotten caught up in a drug
raid and arrested and there was suggestions that the step dad was
physically
abusive to the boy in the area of spanking with a paddle as a punishment.

The social worker thought the boy might be getting sexually abused as a
part
of that but had no proof to go on.
I reached down and gave my junk a casual squeeze as guys sometimes do. "I
swear they want boys to be soft these days, probably so when they grow up
they can have cunt wives who will control them."

He didn't reply to that. We took a few more puffs in silence. I chuckled
and he
asked what. "My dad, man he would have been locked up for life if one of
those bitches ever looked into my family."
"Why?" he asked.

I took a puff and blew it out thru my nose. I didn't want him to think I
didn't
really smoke and only a real smoker can do that. It took me months of
practice to be able to learn how to do it with ease.

"Well," I said and then hesitated as if trying to decide if I should tell
him. "I
apologize if this offends your sensibilities."
"You can tell me." He offered.
I snorted. "If my old man thought I needed a spanking he would have me
strip naked and then hog tie me. Then whip the shit out of my ass." I
looked
out at the street and then down to my feet before looking back at him. "And
I
don't think it hurt me any. Look at me, I have grown up to be a respected
member of the community and I think a stronger man because of it." I took
another drag and held it in for a few moments before exhaling. "I didn't
appreciate it then but I understand it now." I pulled my card out of my
pocket
and handed it to him. "If that bitch gives you anymore trouble call me, and
I'll
see what I can do. Thanks for the cig and again sorry for disturbing your
day."

I dropped the butt to the floor of the porch and snuffed it out under my
foot,
then walked away.
I had planted a seed, would it grow.
So far I had not done anything illegal, nothing that would be labeled as
entrapment. I reported into my boss and documented exactly what had
happened and what I had said, word for word. To gain a suspects trust was a
police tool, even if that meant lying.

I was talking to one of the officers at national the next day and asked if
any
leads came up with the weird wallpaper video. He told me that they found
the source of who put it out on the internet but were no closer to knowing
who the kid and man in the vid was.

The perp won't tell you? I asked but was informed they found the guy
dead in his house. Apparently had been for weeks.

It was two weeks later that the step dad called me. He asked if I could
come
over and advise him on something. I told him I could be there in two hours.
I
reported into my boss where I was going.

Oscar opened the door after I rang the bell and invited me in. I followed
him
to the living room and asked what was up. He picked up a pile of magazines
and shoved then into my hands. They were gay smut mags.
"I caught him with these." Oscar spouted.
"Remind me how old he is?" I asked
"12" He shot back.
"And your upset he's looking at smut or because it's gay smut?"
"I'm upset because I have a little faggot queer living under my roof." He
spit
back at me.

"Where is he now?" I asked keeping a calm voice.
"Follow me." Oscar instructed and he led me to the basement. There I saw
the step son, naked, bent over a makeshift pummel horse with his hands and
feet tied down. I also noticed a camera set up on a tripod facing where the
boy was. There was a paddle and a strap on the floor next to the boy's
feet.
In his mouth was a ball gag and attached to his balls were weights pulling
them down.

"You going to punish him because of the mags?" I asked with an almost bored
expression.
"Dam right I am," Oscar spat out.
"Which do you prefer, the paddle or the strap when you beat him?"
"I like to mix it up." Oscar sneered, "Sometimes I use both."
"Smart," I commented. "So you record the punishment sessions, huh, do you
make him watch them after or are they just for your personal enjoyment?"
"Mine and some others." He replied. "Do you think your dad would approve."
"I think you have thought of stuff that wouldn't have occurred to him." I
looked the boy over and bent down to look him in the eyes. I saw begging
and fear. "And what did you need my advice on?" I asked.

"Well since I'm punishing him for being a queer I was thinking of fucking
him
after spanking him, but maybe that's too much." Oscar stated.
I gave the kid a wink and stood up and grabbed my crotch and pawed it. "Oh,
I would have thought you have done that already." I stepped up behind the
kid and peered at his asshole. "He doesn't look virgin."

Oscar laughed. "You got a good eye. I thought you would, I can tell a kid
fucker a mile off. Of course I've fucked the little bastard. I thought I
would
offer you a go at him as thank you."
I stepped back from the kid and pawed my crotch and hummed an "Mmmm"
As if in thought.

"It looks like you got a good sized piece of meat for busting him." Oscar
chuckled.
I looked to Oscar and in a louder voice said. "I have enough."

That was followed by the sound of a crashing from upstairs and then rushing
feet across the floor above to be followed by the basement door swinging
open and six armed uniformed police officers rush down the stairs yell "Get
on the ground, get on the ground."

Oscar nearly shit himself and dropped like told and did a spread eagle. The
officers holstered their weapons as two of them handcuffed Oscar. The last
officer that came down the stairs stopped and looked at the kid and kinda
froze.

Really I thought to myself, I would have never guessed. "Sir." I stated as
I
stepped over to him. "Sir" I repeated a little more firmly. My boss then
looked to me and snapped back to the realization of the situation.

"Good work officer." He stated. I don't think any of the other officers
caught
on to his delayed reaction.
"Sir, we can arrest the perp but we don't have a search warrant to take the
place apart. At best we could only look for the spanking videos but
anything
else we find might not be admissible in court. Sir I suggest that at this
time
the perp be taken in and booked for child abuse and endangerment, but we
leave the house till we get an authorized search warrant so anything we
find
we can use against him."

"Yes of course, we mustn't let our emotions screw this up."
My boss barked off orders to two of the men to take the perp to the station
and book him. He told another officer of sergeant rank to go start the
paperwork for a search warrant. Then he instructed the other two, to make
sure the house was securely locked up. He announced that he and I would
take care of the boy.

The others did as instructed and Oscar was hauled off emitting a string of
obscenities mainly directed at me.

My boss and I were left alone, in the basement, with the tied up boy. My
boss
now unobserved by anyone but me, stood transfixed staring at the sight
before him. I ignored him and whatever emotional path of self-discovery he
was going thru.

I went to the boy and squatted down by his face. I released the ball gag
and
took it away, then cupped the right side of his face and peered into his
eyes.
"Your names Ben if I remember right." I said in a smooth soothing tone.
"Yes sir." He replied with such a sweet angelic voice that only a 12 year
old
could have.

I smiled at him and ran my fingers thru his hair as I developed a fucking
hard
on in my uniform. "Everything is going to be alright now. You're stepdad
won't hurt you anymore."

A small shy smile creased his lips. "Do you trust me?" I asked with my
practiced silky voice.
He nodded yes and his eyes twinkled.
"I'm going to remove all of this stuff, okay?"
Again just a nod.
"I'm going to start by taking the weights and straps off of your balls." I
explained. "That means I'm going to have to touch your sweet pretty little
balls and prick. Do I have your permission to touch you there?"

A nod from him was all I needed. Still ignoring my boss but fully aware
that
he was watching everything I did, I gave Ben a wink and moved behind him. I
placed my left hand under the weights and lifted slightly, taking the
pressure
off of them. I heard Ben make a small sigh at the discomfort being removed.

My right hand cupped his prick and balls and gentle rubbed them. My fingers
worked at unsnapping the straps and untying the cords of the contraption.
But as I did I maximized my flesh to flesh contact with his privates. Once
I got
the device off, I gently massaged his little boy balls and the circumcised
pricklet.

"I want to make sure nothing is damaged." I stated to Ben as I basically
fondled his sweet boy parts.
"Okay." I heard him squeak with some pleasure in his voice.
As my bossed watched, I gently manipulated Ben with caressing fingers till
he
started to get a stiffy. "Does any of this hurt?" I asked softly.
"No." Ben replied with a sigh.
I caressed his balls and started to stroke his little prick with two
fingers. I was
silent, Ben was meowing for the lack of a better term, and my boss was
breathing heavy.

I was taking a risk but I was confident in my belief. "Tell me if this
hurts." I
said and then dipped my head under Ben and took his package into my
mouth. A heavy shudder went thru Ben's body and a jagged "oh fuck"
escaped my boss's lips. I suckled on Ben gently as he sighed and moaned. My
left hand moved to Ben's asshole and with my index finger I traced small
circles around it as I sucked away.

I felt Ben's body start to shake and he pulled against the ropes binding
him as
he filled my mouth with his watery boy cum.
Ben went limp across the pummel horse and I untied him from his restraints.
Even though he was 12, he was light enough that I could pick him up into my
arms. "Was that alright?" I asked looking into his eyes as I held him.
"Gosh yes." He replied and smiled.
"Boss, I'm going to take Ben up to his room and help him pack some
clothes."
I stated. "Why don't you make sure the others have finished their duties
and
then send them on their way. Then come up and join us."

My boss looked at me and I could see a fight taking place behind those
eyes.
"Sure, of course." He finally responded.
I carried the naked boy in my arms up to his room and set him down. Leaving
him naked, we set about filling a duffel bag with an assortment of clothes.
We had just finished when my boss Travis came into the room. "Everyone
else is gone and the house is locked up." He informed me.

"Good, Sir I believe that before we call child protective services, that we
should inspect Ben to see that he's alright or if he should go to hospital
first.
What do you think?"
My boss coughed and cleared his throat before agreeing that, that was a
good idea. Now of course we have already blown all proper protocol out of
the water. We should have called for an ambulance, first thing as we cut
him
loose from his bonds and then sent him on his way into the system.

But fuck that.

I sat Ben down on the bed and sat right next to him. "Ben, my boss Travis
and
I want to make sure you're not hurt. That means we need to look at all the
parts of your body." Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Ben replied looking up to me with trusting eyes.
I smiled at him, "Well we already know that you're not hurt here." I said
chuckling as I tickled his privates.
Ben squealed in laughter.
"So your step dad use to but his thing in your butt didn't he?" I asked
Ben nodded yes.
"How did that feel? Be honest."

Ben looked down to his feet, "I hated it because he was rough and made it
hurt."
Something about the way he said it made me think there was more to this. I
ran my fingers thru his hair. "But there was someone else who did it nice
and
didn't make it hurt, wasn't there?"
He nodded slowly and I took his face and turned it up so he had to look at
me. "You liked it then, didn't you, you liked it when this person was nice
to
you and did it without hurting you. It's okay if you did."

Ben nodded his agreement to my guess. "Do you like to kiss?" I asked softly.
His puppy dog eyes closed as I leaned my mouth down to his and our lips
made contact. So sweet and tender I thought as I kissed heaven. I lifted my
face away and he moaned disappointment.

"I need you to get down on your hands and knees so we can look at that cute
butt of yours."
Ben did as he was told with his butt facing my boss. I knelt down beside
him
and spread his butt checks apart. I took my index finger and traced it
around
the little puckered rose. "Tell me if anything I do hurts."
"Ok." Ben sighed back
I spotted a tube of lube on the floor by the beds edge along with a towel.
"Boss, would you get that tube and towel there." I asked nodding my head in
its direction.

Travis had been standing there watching everything that I had done so far
as
if in a trance. The front of his uniform pants was tented and there was no
mistake he was hard. Travis was in his early forties and divorced for five
years
now. He was attractive in a manly way as compared to a model. Five o'clock
shadow and bright hazel eyes, under a short spiky haircut. He picked up the
items and went to hand them to me.

"It would be easier if I held the cheeks apart and you applied the lube." I
suggested.
Travis hesitated a moment but the knelt down and opened the tube, he
squeezed some out onto his pointer finger and shakily moved it to the
asshole.
"Just rub it around the hole gently, we want to see it any part hurts and
if you
can feel or see any rips or cuts." I spoke softly.

The shudder in my boss's body was obvious as he made contact. His touch
was tender and could be described as loving. Ben sighed as the finger moved
around and just a little of the tip went in.
"Everything okay Ben?"
"Yes very." Ben sighed back. "More please."
I chuckled in my head, as long as it was nice, he desired it. Travis
needing no
further encouragement slipped his finger in to the knuckle and wiggled it
around. Ben moaned and Travis groaned.

It was Ben who spoke up in a sighing, moaning voice. "Maybe you should
check me out with something bigger and go deeper, just to make sure I'm
okay in there."

I almost burst out laughing at his less than subtle request to get fucked.
I
looked at Travis who was still fingering the hole and could see he wasn't
sure he
was ready to cross that line. While fingering with his right, I noticed he
had
slipped his left up Ben and was fondling the boy meat.

I decided to edge Travis past his uncertainty and boldly reached over and
unbuckled his belt, popped his button and lowered the zipper. He didn't
stop
me. I hooked my fingers into the waist band of his underwear and pulled
everything down to his knees.

His hard throbbing cock bounced in the air. He was maybe a tad over average
but not much. He wasn't manscaped and had hairy balls, but his bush was
trimmed so it wasn't a raging mess. His head was plumb and the type that's
perfect for filling a boy up. I wasn't going to touch him in case that
contact
startled him, so I just squirted some lube onto his cock and let it spread
on
his own.

"He asked." I whispered softly into my boss's ear. "He wants you as long as
you're loving. Make him feel good, make yourself feel good, make love to
him."
Travis pulled his fingers out and took his cock in hand and placed the head
to
the boy hole. Gently and slowly he spread that tight anal ring open as he
pushed his man cock into the boy cunt. I stepped back and watched as he
took his time to go deeper making sure Ben was ok as he did.

I took my cock out of my pants and slowly stroked it as I watched. Ben
looked
up at me and licked his lips. I'm no fool, so I knelt down by his face and
he
sucked me in. Travis picked up his speed and Ben bobbed his head up and
down my shaft.
What a sight, a young boy and two uniformed officers.
I didn't realize it immediately but my boss was leaning further and further
over
Ben as he fucked his cock up into the 12 year old ass. He has his head down
by Ben's now and was watching my cock slip in and out of that mouth.  Ben
seemed to be enjoying all the cock he was getting and emitting a constant
moan that almost sounded like a purr.

I wondered,
I pulled a little too far out of Ben's mouth on one of my pullbacks and my
cock
jumped up above his face as I thrust back. My boss caught it in his mouth
and
I slid all in. Ben watched from the corner of his eye as my cock now fucked
into my boss's mouth. Now I'm not into guys, I only like young boys but hey
he's my boss and appeared to want this.

I let him have my cock for a few moments and then pulled out. I turned
Ben's
face up and Travis and Ben went into a deep kiss. I stepped away and sat
down on my ass against the wall and watched as Travis bent over Ben fuck
his
ass with his cock and his mouth with his tongue. I thought it was beautiful.

I wanted some action beyond my hand, so I laid on my back and slipped
under Ben and sucked his hard little prick into my mouth as I jerked off.
Travis
pushed my hand away and wrapped his fingers around my cock and jerked
me off.  I let him have that.

It didn't take long till Ben was again filling my mouth with his young
sweet
nectar, which triggered me and I erupted up into the open air with my cum
splattering back down on me and Travis's hand. Travis then pushed himself
tight into Ben and grunted repeatedly as his cock was ejaculating.

We cleaned up and got dressed. I called Social Services and explained what
had happened. I was informed it would be at least four hours before they
could get to us. Our state and city doesn't spend much on this and so the
staff was spread thin and over worked. The worker said it would probably
take longer to find a place to put Ben for the night.

I asked if it would be helpful and ok if my boss, Lieutenant Travis
provided
shelter and food for the night and then the situation could be looked at
tomorrow. She was ecstatic with the idea, if nothing else so she wouldn't
have to deal with it at least for now.

I hung up and explained to Ben and my boss what the arrangement was going
to be. Ben was very happy and hugged into my boss, Travis hugged him back
tight but looked at me with a "What have you gotten me into" look.

It turns out what I got him into was a long loving relationship. Social
services
being so overwhelmed just sorta forgot about Ben and his stay with Travis
extended till one day Ben was 18. They carried on a sexually loving
relationship that whole time. At 18, Travis paid for Ben to go to college
where
he became a para legal. Upon graduation Ben secured a job with a local
office. Travis was worried that it might look funny if they continued to
live
together, since Travis wasn't known to be a boy lover or a gay man.  Travis
bought a duplex and Ben moved into one side and Travis the other, they
continued to be lovers even though Ben was no longer a boy.

I myself lost interest in Ben when he was about 15, but maybe as
punishment for my part in all of this I had to allow my boss to satisfy his
need for a man's cock by letting him blow me now and then.
Once Ben got to 17 or 18 and his cock
was as big as mine, Travis didn't need me anymore.

After Ben had been working for two years, he hired a surrogate to birth a
son
for him. Ben and Travis are raising the kid as dad and unofficial granddad.
I am
invited to party with them sometimes and the boy is a delight in bed.

These are two examples of boys I feel have been saved and there were more
over my 20 year career so far. Now sure some boys were so badly damaged
that the best thing for them was set them on the path of straightness and
much needed therapy. There are always good and bad situations.

You may think me bad or you may think me good for the philosophy I follow,
but either way there it is. I will admit that I didn't just feed off of the
availability of boys that I would run into. Sometimes I helped to create a
boy
lover situation.

I have an older brother Ned and as brothers do we talk about life we ever
we
might get together. He would ask time to time about the pervert side of my
work as he called it, I would tell him anything that was of public record
but
never the confidential stuff. Over the period of, I would say three years,
he
went from asking questions to just simply starting our conversations with
"seen any good movies lately?" He thought it was funny since I had to
sometimes see perv movies as part of my job.

One day I came home from work early and as I stepped into the front door I
just felt something was different. I tip toed thru my house looking into
various rooms till I came to a guest room that I had converted to an
office.
Peering in I saw my brother standing behind the desk with his pants down,
jerking off to a spread of boy porn pics that I had. He must have broken
the
lock on my desk to get to them.
"What are you doing?" I asked calmly and softly.
He looked at me like a frightened rabbit, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry but I just
had to
find out for myself. When I found the pics I got a hard on, I'm so sorry,
please
don't hate me, but I can't help it, I need to cum, oh I'm sorry, why can't
I
cum?"

I walked up to him. "You have sensory overload, there is too much to take
in
all at once. Here let's just pick one picture for you to concentrate on." I
choose one from those spread out and pushed all the others aside. Ned
stared down at the pic I centered in front of him as he continued to jerk
his
cock.

He was like a junkie searching for a high and wasn't thinking clearly. I of
all
people had no right to judge him. "Just look at this one pic." I advised. I
had
chosen a picture that would have been taken from the man's perspective of
looking down to a boy on his knees. The boy's mouth was full of the man's
cock, as he looked up to the man with trusting eyes.

"Look at that picture, see yourself as the man taking it. See the boy on
his
knees before you sucking your cock, you are the man taking the picture." I
whispered into his ear.
Close your eyes but still see the boy before you, the boy sucking your
cock.
Can you picture him?" I asked. As I reached around and tickled his balls
with
my fingertips.

"Yes, yes I see him." Ned replied breathing heavy as he stroked that hard
cock
of his.
"Good, see the boy, see the sweet tender boy sucking your cock. See Timmy
sucking your cock."
"You fucking bastard." Ned grunted as a jet of cum exploded from his cock.
"Fuck you, fuck you, "He shouted as he continued to erupt cum all over my
desk top. I thought his knees would collapse, he was cumming so violently.

"You bastard, you fucking bastard." He ranted as I counted 5 more jets of
heavy cream splatter out and gel on my desk.
He let go of his cock and gripped the desk top as he caught his breath,
still
chanting `you bastard, you bastard."
After a few moments he pulled up his pants, he was crying, and he turned
and ran from the room, then from the house. I heard his car tires squeal as
he
tore out of the driveway.

I cleaned up his mess and moved the pics to a more secure place since he
had
broken my desk lock.
With a simple dinner of chicken breast, broccoli and wine, I sat down and
wondered how my nephew, Ned's 9 year old son, Timmy was doing with his
baseball.

Two weeks later, Travis came out of his office and over to my desk. He
informed me that I needed to get home right now, city called and someone
has broken into my place. I tore out of there as fast as I could and tossed
the
siren and lights on. I ran a mental check list to remind myself if I had
locked
up and secured my boy porn before going to work that morning.

I got to my house to find ten city squad cars parked there. I quickly
survived
the scene to see a man on the ground at my front door, handcuffed and being
looked over by four officers. As I walked up the first cluster of officers,
another city squad car pulled up and I saw my friend Sargent Thaddeus Jones
get out. I stopped where I was and waited for him. It was obvious that
Thaddeus was the ranking officer now on scene as the other officers
acknowledged his presence.  "Hi Thad. I greeted as he came up to me.

"Ralph, we got a call from a neighbor reporting someone trying to break
into
the house. When the address came up as a law enforcement officer, it of
course got routed up to higher command and given a top priority. My boss's
called your boss before I could call you direct. The man appears to be
drunk
and disorientated."

"Thanks, I appreciate everything, should we go see what we have?" I asked
as I turned and headed for the front door, Thad followed behind.
As we approached one of the officers started to speak. "Sir we were first
to
arrive, this man was trying to smash the front door in. When we approached
he continued to smash against the door despite our orders to stop. We were
easily able to subdue and cuff him without the use of force. He is either
intoxicated or on drugs, but my guess is booze from the smell of him."

"Thank you Matt. Thad responded, roll him over and let's see what we have.
"Oh for fucks sake." I moaned as my brothers face came into view.
"You know him?" Thad asked.
"Yea," I sighed. He's my dumb ass brother."
Thad checked with the first responding officers to see if there was any
possible charges of resisting arrest or abuse against an officer and there
weren't. The only possible charge was attempted breaking and entry and it
was my discretion if I wanted to press charges. I didn't, so they released
Ned
and I went to each and every officer and apologized and thanked them. They
all understood, being a family issue and all. Thad helped me drag him in to
the house. Once on his feet, Ned took a swing at me but Thad caught and
twisted his arm behind him.

"You gonna be alright alone with him?" Thad asked.
"Yea I think so." I replied. "Just drop him to the floor."
Now I wish Thad was one of my boy lover friends, but he isn't. Thad is an
attractive black man with a muscular build and I would love to see his big
black snake sliding into a boy' ass. I have made a few hints and gauged his
reactions but I decided there was nothing there.

Thad left and I closed and locked the front door. I took a seat and watched
my sniffling brother on the floor. "What's this all about?" I asked with a
calm voice.
"You fucking bastard, I can't get the image out of my head." He spat back
at me.
"What image?"
"You know dam well what image, Timmy sucking my cock."
"Why are you mad at me?" I asked coldly. "You could have stopped jerking
off, you could have belted me then and there. But you didn't, the image of
your sweet son with his lips wrapped around your cock gave you one of the
biggest orgasms you have had in years. You're the one who had to break into
my desk to see child porn, you're the one who got a hard on, you're the one
jerking off to it." I paused and let the guilt sink into his brain.

"Listen, if I know a guy who has a son that will suck you off, do you want
me
to arrange it?"
Ned looked up at me. `You would do that for me?" He asked with slurred
speech.
"I would. I wonder though, why is it okay for another man's son to suck
cock
but not Timmy?"
"Because that's different." Ned replied.
"That's hypocritical of you." I returned. "The thought of Timmy sucking you
made you blast all over my desk. Just admit to yourself that's what you
want." I walked away leaving my brother on the floor, dazed and confused.

My phone rang and I saw it was Travis. I explained what happened and he
asked if there was anything he could do. "Yea come fuck the stupid bastard
in
the ass." I laughed but Travis said he would if that was what I wanted. The
idea was tempting but I passed on it.

Ned has passed out where he laid and I left him there. At about 4 pm his
cell rang
and I dug it out of his pocket, it was his wife. I answered it and
explained he
was here passed out drunk. She swore and called him names. She explained
she had to be somewhere tonight and he was supposed to look after Timmy. I
suggested she bring him to my house and I could babysit him along with his
dad.

She accepted.

I hefted up my brother and carried him to my guest room and dropped him
on the bed. I stripped him of his clothes and rolled him so he was on his
back
with everything on display. About ten minutes before I expected my sister
in
law to arrive with Timmy, I went into the guest room and put a cock ring on
Ned's flaccid cock and balls, then I started to jerk him off, either he
would get
hard or he wouldn't.

He did.

With a raging hard on now I snugged the cock ring tight and left the room
with the bedside light on low.
I guessed wrong and they drove up eight minutes later. She walked Timmy in
and I explained he was passed out drunk in the guest room. She decided
there was no reason to try to talk to him now. It was a Friday and I
offered to
let Timmy spend the night so she could just have some time alone to blow
off
steam. She thought that was a good idea and left.

I closed the door and turned to Timmy. "Why don't you go see if your dad is
okay?" I suggested. I waited five minutes and walked to the guest room,
Timmy was standing bedside and staring at his dads bloated hard on.
"Is he okay?" I asked as if his dad being naked and hard was natural.
"I think he's asleep but." Tommy tapered off.
I stepped up alongside him and put my arm around him. "But what?" I asked.
"His thing is all hard." Timmy whispered as if it was a secret.
"Yes it is." I whispered back. "It's pretty big isn't it?"
"Huh huh," Timmy agreed.
"It looks like it would break if we touched it, do you think it would?" I
asked,
still whispering.

"I dunno, it might." Timmy commented.
"I dare you to touch it." I challenged. Timmy looked at me with no
particular
expression. "I double dare you." I upped the ante.
Well no little boy worth his salt is going to pass on a double dare. Timmy
stepped closer and slowly raised and extended his hand over to his dad's
hard
on. He pushed on it with his pointer finger and pulled away giggling, as it
bounced back into the position he pushed it from.

"We, I guess I was wrong it won't break after all, Push it harder." I
suggested.
"Your turn." Timmy returned. "I dare you."
I guess we're playing a dare game, that works for me I thought. "Okay, if I
have
to." I kinda groaned. I took all my fingertips and took a hold of it gently
and
shook it back and forth. Timmy giggled again at that.
"I dare you to hold it in your hand like a banana."
"Easy." Timmy replied, like he was saying I'm a big boy I can to that. He
wrapped his little fingers around his dad's bloated cock and held it up
away
from his belly. I thought he would let go right away but he didn't. He held
on
to it for several minutes, looking at it before he put it back down.

"I dare you to hold it like that and shake it." Timmy challenged me.
"Piece a cake." I replied and wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it.
"That's not shaking it." Timmy challenged.
"Is to," I cut back. "I'm shaking it up and down."
Ned made a moaning sound. "Are you hurting him?" Timmy asked concerned.
"No that sounds like he likes it." I suggested. Ned moaned again and his
pleasure was more obvious this time. "I dare you to try it."
"Ok" Timmy replied with some enthusiasm in his voice.
"It'll bet it will be easier for you if you get up the bed." I suggested.

Timmy didn't question me and just got up on the bed and sat alongside his
dad's midsection. He wrapped his fingers back around it and began to stroke
it up and down like I had. It was hot seeing those little fingers wrapped
around the big hard shaft.
"Can I take a picture?" I asked holding my cell phone up.
"You're not going to show it to anyone are you?" Timmy asked with some
trepidation in his voice.
"Oh no, it's just for us to look at." I falsely promised.
"Well ok then, I guess." He replied and returned his attention to the task
in hand.
I took a few pics from different angles so you could see he wasn't just
jerking
a man's cock but his dad's. I also did a short video of it. "You know what
would make the pictures better?" I said but didn't wait for him to reply.
"If
you were naked to."

Timmy giggled. "Really, pictures of me naked?"
"Well yes, you are so handsome and sexy, I bet you look wonderful naked." I
gushed.
Timmy twisted his mouth to the left causing his nose to scrunch up. "If you
promise." He stated with the rest of the sentence implied.
"Cross my heart." I swore. He didn't notice my fingers were crossed when I
made the heart crossing motion.

He looked around as if he thought suddenly someone else might be there, but
then he pulled his clothes off and settled back down by his dad. I thought
he
must be enjoying this because his little spike was hard. Timmy took his
dad's
cock back in hand and began to stroke it. Again I took several pics from
different angles and a video.

"I dare you to kiss it." I stated hoping he would forget it was actually
his turn
to dare me.
Timmy just stared at his hand working itself up and down that hard shaft
and
without a comment he leaned down and gave the head a kiss. Of course I got
a pic of it. He raised his head away from it and I saw a thin strand of
clear
fluid make a rope from the cock head to his lips. Ned must have created
some
precum. Timmy licked his lips breaking the string and drawing into his
mouth
the part that clung to those sweet pink lips of his.

Fuck I was so hard.
Another bubble of precum formed on Ned's piss slit. "Will that hurt me?"
Timmy voiced staring intently at the glistening drop.
"No it won't, lots of people like to eat it." I returned softly.
Timmy leaned down again and licked the precum from his dad's cock head
and licked his lips again and then rose back up.

"You think you tricked me, don't you?" Timmy put out there.
"What?" I asked
"It was my turn to dare you."
I chuckled, "Sorry I forgot." I replied
"I dare you to get naked also." Timmy challenged, turning his attention to
me.
"That's fair." I stated and began to undress. I was down to my underwear
and
made a slow show of stripping out of them. Standing back up straight with
my hard on proudly on display, I looked to my nephew for a reaction.
"Yours is bigger." He commented.
"Yes it is, not much but bigger yes." I agreed, through all of this Timmy
had
continued to stroke his dad which surprised me because usually little boys
get
tired of doing it.

"I dare you to put it" I started but Timmy cut me off.
"No it's my turn still." He said firmly.
"Yes of course your right." I agreed.
"I dare you to put it in your mouth." He said, having figured that was what
I
was going to say.

I had no problem with it, I wasn't going to blow him but if it helped with
him
getting into this, then fine. I leaned over the edge of the bed and letting
him
hold it up, I slipped my mouth down onto my brother's cock. I moved it up
and down three times and lifted my head away.
Timmy smiled at me for some reason then said it was my turn.
"Is your hand getting tired?" I asked. He said it was so I told him I would
take
over. Timmy took his hand away and I replaced it. Of course I knew about
pressure and how to stroke a cock for orgasm. "I dare you to do the same
thing with your mouth but you have to keep doing it till I count to 20."

"I should have thought of that." Timmy commented and then moved into a
better position to suckle has dad's meat. As he did his best to move his
mouth up and down, I stroked Ned's cock with better pressure. Now and then
I would hold my hand down and still and then take a pic with my other hand.

I made sure my hand wasn't in the frame but you could see Timmy with his
mouth full and his dad's face in the back ground.
Timmy was at the count of 12 and I was starting to get the result I wanted
as
I could feel the change in Ned's body. At the count of 18, I put my hand on
Timmy's head and held him down as his dad erupted into his mouth. Timmy
sputtered but swallowed as best as he could. Ned stayed passed out thru it
all.

Once I figured Ned had shot his best, I let go of Timmy's head and he
pulled
off of his dad's cock. He didn't look at me but licked and cleaned his lips
and
cleared his throat. Then looking at me he narrowed his eyes, "You knew that
was going to happen didn't you?"
I chuckled. "Yes I did, I'm sorry."
"No you're not. What was that?" Timmy asked.

I launched into an explanation of what cum was and that it wouldn't hurt
him
and that many people liked to eat it.
"So yours does that to?" He asked glancing down at my throbbing meat.
"Yes it does." I replied.
"Can you make it happen so I can see it?" Timmy requested.
"Sure buddy. We can do it together but when the time comes I will have it
come so you see it." I agreed. I got off the bed and sat on a chair and had
Timmy stand between my legs. I began to stroke myself and asked him to
suck on it like he did with his dads but promised not to shot it in his
mouth.

Timmy would suck on my head for a while and then just watch for a while
and would switch back and forth between the two. When I was close I had
him pull off and then blasted my first shot on to his chest, then his chin,
his
lips and back to his chest.
"That was so cool." He gushed as he licked me off of his lips.
I laughed and said I was glad he liked it.

I ordered pizza for dinner and then we watched some TV.
Before bed I pumped off another load and Timmy let
me shot it all into his mouth. We slept together in my bed with my arm
wrapped around him and he snuggled up against my side. The next morning,
Timmy was watching cartoons and I was reading the morning paper. We were
both naked and Ned walked out of the bedroom naked and hung over. He
stopped and froze when he realized Timmy was there and that everyone was
naked.

I handed him a cup of coffee I had sitting there waiting for him. "I'll ask
once
my head clears." He mumbled and sauntered off to the bathroom. While he
was in there I synced my phone to the TV and put the vids I made into a
repeating loop.

Ned came out of the bathroom rubbing his face and then stopped and stared
at the TV. Timmy was watching it as well, I think he liked seeing himself
on TV.
"You really are a fucking asshole." Ned spat out at me. He watched for a
few
more moments. "Timmy come with me." Ned said holding his hand out to
him. Timmy got up and took his dad's hand and they walked back to the
guest room. Ned closed the door behind him and I let him have his alone
time
with his son.

But I was here and now with this class and these two men who just watched
the pics and vids and were afraid to get up from their tables. I walked
over to
the 20 year old first and leaned down to his ear. "I understand," I said
sympathetically. "You and I will talk about it after class, but for now you
best
make a beeline to the bathroom and take care of that."
He was caught between embarrassment of me knowing of his hard on and
surprise of my understanding. He mumbled thanks and got up and left.

I closed and locked the classroom door behind him, then I turned off the
lights
and started the movies again.
The 40 year old looked up from his hands and watched as I took a seat next
to him. "Do you have sons?" I questioned.
"Yes." He replied softly.
"Those boys in the movie make you think of your sons. You see them doing
what those boys are doing, you see yourself doing it to them." I let out
softly
and calmly.

He looked at me with an expression that said how did I know, and is this a
trap. Keeping my voice soft and level with no judgment in it, I continued.
"You
are not the first father to be exposed to this and find themselves thinking
that
which they would have never thought about. When you talk about it and
thought about it, you were outraged like society says you should be, but
then
when you really see it for real, see it in pics and vids, something clicks
in your
mind and well you find it exciting, you don't find it so evil. You see
yourself
and your sons having this kind of fun." I explained.
"You're hard as a rock right now, correct?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied having turned his attention back to the screen.

"In my years of teaching this class, I have found it best for men like us
to
accept what we feel." The man turned his face to me. "Yes that's right, I
said
men like us. I think that sometimes saving a boy can be more harmful than
allowing him to be in a loving happy relationship. Look at the screen." I
suggested and he turned back to watch it.

"See your sons and you making love like that. I suggest you take your cock
out before you stain your pants and everyone knows what you did." I
whispered. He did reach down and extract it and started to jerk of as I
continued. "Some boys love the attention, some boys love the fun and it
doesn't hurt them. See your sons as those boys in the movie." I had a movie
playing where the boys were smiling and laughing as they played with the
adult. They looked like they were truly enjoying it.

"See how much fun your sons are having being naked with you and touching
and playing with your cock? They like it because they feel safe with you,
because you love them and you're not trying to hurt them. You are letting
them be curious boys."

The man was jacking furiously as he closed his eyes and imagined the scene.
"Your son's love sucking their daddies cock and eating his cum because it's
part of you and part of them. And then the feeling of spreading their hot
little
assholes open with your hard daddy cock is incredible. You go slow and easy
because you want them to enjoy it."

The man shuddered and moaned out as he blew his load out across the
carpet under the desk. I sat in silence as he went thru it and then his
afterglow. Once he caught his breath he looked at me guiltily.
"It's okay." I reassured. "We will get together later and I will explain an
entirely different approach to this issue, but for now you best join the
others
before they get suspicious." I suggested.
"So I'm not out of the class?"
"No not at all, I think you are exactly the perfect candidate for this line
of
work." I would make a point of some day after class meeting him in his
hotel
room and explain my entire philosophy. And maybe he would advance his
want and maybe share his sons with me.

After class that day I approached the 20 year old whose name was Devon.
"We should probably talk about this morning."
"Yes sir, of course." He replied, with embarrassment and trepidation in his
voice. He was probably afraid I was going to give him the boot. "We should
talk somewhere private so why don't we go up to my room." I suggested and
he didn't question why we would go to my hotel room.

I could tell he was nervous and offered him a drink which he gladly
accepted.
I took the only chair leaving him to have to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Why
did you decide to take up this line of police work?" I asked calmly with my
best soothing voice.
"I don't want to see other little boys get hurt and molested." He replied
with
a shaky voice and his drink shimmering in its glass from his trembling hand.

I moved from my chair and sat next to him, "You don't want to see other
boys molested like you were, right?"
Devon looked down and softly replied. "Yes"
"Who was it?"
"My father." He took a quick sip of his drink.
"And your dad wasn't nice about it, was he?" I asked
"No." Devon replied.

I put my hand on his back in a comforting gesture and rubbed it a little.
"But
you didn't hate having sex with your dad, you hated that he didn't do it
nicely
and lovingly." I suggested.
"Yes." He whispered and then started to cry. I pulled him into me and
wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "It's ok, let it all out, your safe
now, it
is okay son." I smoothed into his ear as I held him with one arm and rubbed
my other hand on his leg. Devon wrapped an arm around me as his crying
slowed down and he subtly started to rub the side of his face against my
chest. I
knew where this was headed and was okay with it.

"Daddy can make it all better." I whispered as he turned his head up and
started to kiss my neck. As this 20 year old and I threw ourselves into a
sexual
episode I started to think that it wouldn't be so bad to have a younger man
around the house, just for company and to give me sexual release in between
those times that I didn't have a boy to play with. I could be his daddy and
I
could teach him how to be a daddy himself. Since he's in law enforcement,
maybe I could talk Travis into creating another position and hiring him for
it.

We could save boys together. Some boy's respond to a younger man better
than one my age.
I could teach him everything I have learned and when I get to be 60 and
facing retirement, he would be 40 and then replace me with another 20 year
old of like mind.  As I plowed my hard cock up into his ass and he was
moaning "Yea fuck me daddy." I decided that would be a good move.

As we lay in each other's arms. "Do you have anything tying you to where
you live?" I asked brushing his hair.
"Not really, I don't care if I live where my family is." He responded.
"How would you like to come live with me and be a cop with me and learn
how to save and love little boys?" I questioned.
I felt him shudder, "I would love to have you as my daddy."