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Alan
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Alan at fifteen discovers he is gay and so he is sent
to live with me. What Fun. (Mm, ped, nc, huml, beast,
ws)
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How lucky am I or what? So, I have these friends.
Straight married couple. Very liberal and free. They
pride themselves on their wide open attitude toward
life. So what do they do when they discover their
fifteen year old son is gay? They come to their gay
friend (me) and ask me if perhaps I would be willing to
mentor the boy because they don’t know how to handle
it, and they want him to be happy.
Well shit, do they realize that "mentor" to me means
fuck his little teen boy asshole and stuff that pretty
face with cock? Even though their son has never had a
gay experience, he has spoken with them about his
feelings and how perhaps, and I stress perhaps may be
gay.
At that age, it’s so difficult to tell because many
boys go through faggot stages. Lots of boys in their
early teens idolize male movies and sports stars and
develop crushes on them.
But who was I to argue. I would soon be getting my dick
into some prime boy-pussy. I suggested that the boy
come to live with me for a few months, and I could
teach him about and expose him to the gay lifestyle. My
friends were so grateful.
And the little cunt, Alan was grateful too. You see, I
had made sure that he developed a crush on me. I would
take him presents when I visited his family, give him
movie and concert tickets, talk to him on his own level
about pop stars he liked, and all kinds of shit like
that. If you want to score teen-boy pussy, you have to
do your homework, my friends.
Before asking him to move in with me, I started to take
him places, to the movies, out to eat, to the mall, you
name it. His parents were so grateful; they paid for
most of it. And Alan fell in love with me.
One night he told me he was gay and that he knew he was
in love with me. Now I had him where I wanted him. I
told him I loved him too, but we had to take it slow
because I was a fully grown adult male and he was just
a kid. I said it might not ever work out. He got all
teary eyed and said he knew it would work out as he
loved me and would do anything for me. Bingo!!
I got him into spit kissing right away. I love to lick
a pretty boy face all over and gob loads of spit into a
wide open teen boy mouth. Soon we were sloshing spit
back and forth. I have to give the little cunt credit.
He was a damn good kisser with soft full lips and such
passionate intensity. He wanted to kiss me all the
fucking time. I asked him if he wanted to spend some
time living with me to see how things would work out,
and the little faggot was so happy he almost floated up
off the car seat, fucking fairy. So He moved in.
The first night he was there, seated on my couch. I
asked him if he thought he was ready for sex. He was
really horny, and he confessed that he masturbated
three times a day, thinking about me. I asked him if he
ever thought about doing things with any of the boys at
his school, and he blushed and said he had, but now
that he had me, the boys didn’t matter any more.
I kissed Alan on the neck and licked his ear and just
about drove him nuts. Then I put on a gay porno tape of
a forty year old black man with a twelve year old white
boy, and I explained to my little cunt the "ins and
outs" of gay sex. He was fascinated. He knew all about
cock-sucking of course because kids that age are not
dumb. But he knew very little about ass-fucking.
And when the nigger in the video pissed on the boy,
Alan freaked out. Of course, it was one of my tamer
videos because I didn’t want to scare the boy, yet.
Next, I explained the rules of my house to Alan. I told
him I would establish these rules to help him. I wanted
him to get comfortable with his body, with his sex, and
with his sexual orientation. He nodded very serious at
all the shit I was spouting and said he would do
whatever I wanted. Here are the rules I gave him.
We would sleep in my bed together every night. We would
sleep bare assed naked. (You can imagine the boner I
threw just thinking about having a bare assed naked
teenage boy in bed with me every night)
Alan would be naked in the house at all times. He would
put his clothes in a box by the door when he got home
from school. I would put his clothes for the next day
in the box. (This, I told him was so he would learn to
be comfortable with his sexuality.) He would remain
naked when I had friends over, or even when a pizza guy
delivered, or a stranger stopped over.
When he was naked, at no time would he ever cover his
cock and balls with his hands or any object. (I told
him he was so beautiful, I wanted him to become proud
of his body and especially his cock and balls. When I
told him this, I had not even seen them yet. You must
be patient to score with teens)
The rest of the rules I told him later on, after he had
digested the first few, when I was sure he could take
it. But here they are.
He must only shit and piss with permission, and never
unsupervised. Me or one of my friends would always
accompany him to the toilet to watch him shit and piss.
He must learn to be proud of his body functions, so he
must piss so the person supervising can see the cock
pissing and he must shit with his legs up and spread so
the turd coming out of his asshole is clearly visible.
I told him my friends would frequently take photos of
him doing this to mark his progress. (He turned bright
red when I told him this) If he had to piss or shit at
school, he must call me on my cell phone and get
permission.
He must masturbate four hours a night while he does his
homework, but he must never cum without my permission.
I told him he needed to gain control over his cock, and
if he really loved me, he would do this as a proof of
loyalty to me.
He must work on stretching his anal muscles and his
pussy-hole every night for two hours, so that he can
become a good adult gay lover and pleasure my big dick.
I told him that to help him, my friends would often
watch him doing his asshole exercises and take photos,
again to mark his progress.
He must do a one hour workout each day to increase his
muscles and then afterward work on his tits for forty-
five minutes. I told him I liked a boy with large
prominent nipples, and he must do this for me.
Sitting posture. He must always sit with his legs
spread wide apart. If the chair has arms, he is to hook
his legs over the arms of the chair. Sometimes when
told to, he must put his heels up on the seat of the
chair and then spread his legs as wide as possible.
On the days when I or one of my friends picks him up
from school, he must remove all his clothes in the car
immediately and ride home bare assed naked.
All of my friends must be able to touch him anywhere on
his body at any time, to check his muscular development
or his sexual development. He must not be shy about
this.
I am very close and affectionate with my friends, so he
must be too. He must greet my friends with a nice wet
open mouthed kiss and use his tongue. This is a proper
greeting and goodbye for all my friends, even when I am
not present.
In addition to being my lover and having sex with me,
he must be willing to have sex with anyone I tell him
to. I want him to have a broad understanding of sexual
relations and to have a nice liberal attitude. This in
no way diminishes my love for him or in any way stops
him from being my personal and only lover. I too may
have sex with other boys, but that does not mean he is
not my lover and partner. (of course, he had trouble
with this one.
He was at that age when he believed lovers should be
faithful to each other and never go with anyone else. I
slowly convinced him that his sucking dick and taking
cock up the ass in no way compromised our "special
love." My goal eventually was to have him fucked seven
or eight times a day and sucking cock pretty much all
the time.
I fully intended to have him service the boys at his
school, black thugs in the inner city, derelicts and
bums, friends of mine, total strangers, anyone I chose.
But the fact that he would be living with me, gave me
all the time in the world to put my plan into action.
I’d soon have his young teenage asshole as wide opened
as the Lincoln Tunnel.
Diversion: This brings up an interesting question. Why
do dudes like me take such delight in stretching a
young boy’s asshole beyond its limits, and turning it
into a fucked out cunt-hole?
I don’t know why it is, but one of the goals in
corrupting a teenager is to stretch his tiny asshole as
large as possible, to get cocks, dildos, fists, feet,
baseball bats, bottles, anything and everything up that
young boy hole, and to make it hurt as much as
possible. Is it just the sight of seeing the kid in
terrible pain, or is it more.
Is it a real obsession with turning his teen asshole
into a cunt? But sometimes we gay men who are not even
interested particularly in cunt still want to turn the
boy’s hole into a fucked out pussy. Isn’t it odd? I
only know that for me there is no thrill quite like
stretching a boy's cunt beyond the point when he says
it's ripping and it can’t take any more. Maybe that’s
it. Maybe it's teaching the boy that we always can take
more than we think we can!
At school, Alan was never to speak to any girls except
female teachers. He was to call all boys Sir, even boys
younger than himself.
More rules would follow.
I set about getting a school wardrobe for Alan. Very
tight light tan jeans, that hugged his little ass and
crotch. No underwear. Tee shirts, some pink, some
powder blue, some other colors so small and thin that
his belly button showed and his tatty points poked
through the material. Tennis shoes with no socks. His
tee shirts often had slogans on them like "Your Boy."
And "Toy."
Later the tee shirt slogans would get more obvious. The
tee shirts he wore when I took him to the mall were
shorter and included slogans like "Fuck-Boy." And
"Faggot." The jeans he wore to the mall and out with me
often had a broken zipper so he always had trouble
keeping his dick in his pants.
Later, when things got so bad for him that he would sob
and beg me not to make him wear such and such, or to
not do such and such to him, I would remind him that I
loved him and he promised he would love and obey me.
For example the first time I told him I wanted him to
suck off a dog, he made quite a fuss.
It took lots of work to get him to the point where he
would crawl around bare assed in a public toilet
sucking off strange men and eating shit logs out of
unflushed toilets. But to accomplish that, I had to
begin a program of punishments to go into effect if
Alan ever disobeyed me. I didn’t do that until after I
had been fucking his sweet ass for over a month. He
loved getting fucked by me.
He gave himself entirely to me, he truly was so in love
with me. He loved the feel of my enormous pink dickhead
pushing its way into his rectal ring, and my thick cock
shaft stretching his cunt-walls.
I fuck very hard and he got to love the sound and feel
of my big floppy balls slapping against his flesh as I
plowed my dick in as deep as I could. I fucked him
morning noon and night. I fucked him all the time. It
got so, that I taught him that when I even walked into
a room, he was to bend over at the waist and push out
his pussy at me.
How fucking cute was he that way! And of course not
letting him cum, made him all the more horny. He would
cry that he needed to cum and couldn’t stand it any
more, his stiff prick leaking like crazy, and I would
say, "Alan if you love me, you will do this for me." A
new rule established that when he walked around the
house bare assed, he was to always be playing with his
dick, and when he sat and my friends were over, I
wanted him to constantly be fingering his pussy-hole.
From this you can see that I turned the boy’s entire
life into a sex circus. I had him thinking about fuck
and only fuck twenty four hours a day. I had him sleep
at night with a dildo up his ass. I ordered him to read
the filthiest books you can imagine and give book
reports to me and my friends. Those were the only books
he could read. The only TV he was allowed were fuck
videos, really perverted underground ones with very
young boys and animals, and pain and torture.
Slowly his mind got totally fucked up along with is
body. His parents were so proud of his development and
thanked me over and over. We decided that he should
permanently live with me. I explained his declining
grades in school as a normal response to puberty and
the onset of sexual development.
The truth of course was that he was getting fucked so
much and sucking so many dicks, he didn’t have time to
do school work. Sometimes we would have a party and
eight or ten guys were masturbated and would shoot
their loads right on the floor and Alan would crawl
around sucking and licking their cock-snot off the
floor. We had bukake parties with twenty or thirty guys
rounded up from local gay bars shooting loads all over
Alan’s pretty face.
Of course then Alan had to eat it all. I’d take him to
a porno movie house in Chicago, and have him on his
knees sucking off thirty or forty guys and taking it up
the ass from dozens of guys. I insisted the guys never
wear rubbers. It got to the point I had to have Alan
tested for HIV every single week. But if he ever even
looked at or touched another guy without my permission,
he would be punished horribly.
After all, we were lovers, weren’t we?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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