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Subject: Living the Life LIVING THE LIFE by Nick Waters I can be reached at ail. I love feedback and to chat. Other story by author: Entrepreneur Please consider sending a contribution to Nifty today. They would really appreciate the help in supporting this wonderful platform. Thank you. This story is fictional. I was pretty sure he was Cynthia’s oldest son. What was his name? Alex? Andy? I was feeling damn good from the beers. Cynthia always threw wild best parties. I was out on the patio enjoying a cigar sitting at a long cloth covered table where we all ate dinner a few hours ago around sunset. In the shadows a few feet away I could see the boy leaning against the house with a foot propped against the wall. “You’re the one who runs the community pool, right?” a voice from the dark suddenly asked. “Right. Name’s Chuck,” I replied. “Hey, Chuck. I recognized you from the pool. Coach says swimming is good work out for football,” he said with a slight pubescent crack in his voice. “He’s absolutely right,” I said. “You’re Andy, right? I hear you are an excellent football player.” “Yeah. Andy. And thanks. I mean it’s just Pop Warner, but I am hoping to play some ball when I get into high school.” He came out of the shadows and plopped into a chair across from me. He saw me spot the bottle of beer in his hand before bringing it under the table cloth. “You’re not gonna tell are you?” he asked, not that concerned. I studied him for a moment. It was obvious he was going to grow into a big man, but at that point everything on his body looked oddly sized. His feet were big, but his legs were a little short. His body was tight and muscled, and his face was, well, interesting. All of the features were individually handsome, but they looked kind of goofy and squashed together. A couple of growth spurts would pull the handsome out of the current awkward. And yet in three years he would be a star high school quarterback with all of the girls chasing him. “Your secret is safe with me. Hell, you are probably the only sober one here,” I said taking a swig of my beer. A couple stumbled out onto the patio laughing hysterically over nothing as they attempted to light their cigarettes. “Thanks,” he said with a shy smile. “My little brother upstairs isn’t drunk. But he is only seven,” he added with a giggle. We chatted for a bit, and details emerged. He had just turned fourteen and would be starting the eighth grade in a few weeks. I was 32 and actually owned the pool complex that I contracted with the city to provide municipal service. It was a sort of hidden fact which I kept concealed for reasons which will become apparent in future chapters. “You look like you work out,” he said obviously interested in keeping the conversation going. I noticed he had finished the bottle. “Yeah,” I said wondering if he was gay. “I get my cardio in the pool, but I use weights because I like to build my chest and arms.” “I knew it! You can’t get that deep a cut on your arm from swimming only. That’s cool that you keep yourself fit. My buddy Chase says that most of the older guys at the gym are queer and ….” Suddenly he shut up and blushed so deeply it was visible in the moonlight. “Oh my god. I am so sorry…” the tipsy boy blurted. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m gay and out for all to see. And while saying that all gay men work out is a stereotype, there is often a grain of truth in it.” “I meant the queer part of it. It’s like using the N word or something,” he said. “Actually I prefer the word queer to gay. There’s something mysterious and cool about queer,” I replied. “I’m going to go grab another beer. Want one?” He smiled broadly, “Hell yeah.” This was interesting. Most fourteen year old boys don’t talk to gay men alone at a party for an extended period of time. He wanted something. Maybe a free pass for the pool, I thought, but Cynthia and her two sons were already members. I wondered if he was gay, and I positioned myself to hear a coming out story. As a dedicated boy lover, I fucking love coming out stories. But almost immediately upon his return he told me he was straight, and I was the first out gay man he had ever met. “My buddy Chase’s uncle is gay, and Chase says his uncle is the coolest,” he assured me taking a swig. “Chase knows all about queers, I mean, ugh, you said you like the word, so yeah, queers. I like queer better than gay too.” My pedo ears pricked up. “And what do you know about queers?” I asked silkily. The beer was loosening his tongue. “A lot of queers don’t have kids so they usually have lots of extra money for cool things. They take care of their bodies like we talked about. And, um, they are looser so they aren’t tied down to one person and have a lot of sex.” He avoided looking me in the eye with that last part. What was up? “All true as far as I am concerned,” I said evenly. “What else have you heard?” Without looking up he said, “Well, I heard this one thing, but I am not sure it is true. Chase says his uncle said that gays give the best blowjobs because they are guys and know how to please guys. Maybe it’s true! I mean most chicks in porn give lousy head.” He looked up at me and saw my smile and relaxed. Time to take a shot. “It’s absolutely true. Guys know what turn on guys. And queer guys LOVE to suck dick just like you straight guys love to suck titties and lick pussy. Girls really just want it in their pussy and don’t know how to suck. Queers are different. They want to lick and suck on dicks. Queers take it all down their throat and encourage a guy to fuck their face hard. And, of course, at the end they suck out huge loads and swallow them.” The look on his face was priceless. Astonishment. Lust. Wonder. He said nothing for a long moment. “Fuuuuuuck!” he exclaimed. “Queers have all the luck.” “Ever had your snake drained, Andy?” I asked watching him closely. “Ahh, no. The girls around here are prudes, man. But my buddy Chase has been …..” Bingo. “Your buddy Chase has been sucked?” I interrupted. “Um, yeah. He said it was freaking incredible. Like the best feeling ever. He said it was a thousand time better than jerking off.” “Oh it is,” I assured him. “When I was fourteen, I jerked off like five times a day. Boys are so horny at that age.” He blushed a little but kept eye contact “Sounds like me, Chuck. I am always horny.” I saw his left hand go under the table cloth, and I bet he was squeezing his dick. I didn’t have to even ask if he was hard. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “So tell me, Andy. Did Chase get that most excellent blowjob from his uncle?” denizli escort The young teen blushed deep red and stammered, “I, I didn’t say that…” The patio door opened, and a foursome came outside with their drinks and cigarettes. They sat at the other end of the long table. “Just nod or shake your head. Then you won’t be saying a thing,” I coaxed. He blushed again and said, “Whew,” before looking me in the eye and nodding. I glanced at the partiers at the other end of the table and then under the table used one foot to slip off my sandal. I saw Andy had one hand on the table and one hand under the table cloth holding his beer. I carefully lifted my leg and then brought my bare foot down right on his groin. He gasped and looked at me in shock. I smiled lewdly and then started kneading his package with my toes. Fuck yeah, I could feel his teen tool throbbing underneath the soft cotton of the shorts and his briefs. This was the moment of peril where it could go all wrong. I held my breath and waited. Nothing. Andy didn’t move or say a thing! Bingo! I rubbed it slowly and sensuously. Andy just closed his eyes. Eventually I leaned across the table and said softly, “I’m going to get us some more beer. Pull it out of your shorts, Andy.” On my way into the house, I adjusted my own boner in my pants. This was a delightful surprise, but I have found a man of my tastes needs to seize opportunity when it presents itself. As I grabbed two more beers, I caught sight of Andy’s mom, Cynthia. She was drunk as fuck, laughing, and pretending to be an elephant while playing charades. Outside I saw Andy sitting at the table looking straight ahead. He took his beer from me discreetly, and as I sat back down at the table, he made eye contact. Then he leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly. I slipped my sandal off and then slowly traced my bare foot up his calf, past his thigh, and eventually found the throbbing organ. I remembered from my own experience what it was like to have another hand other than my own touch my cock. It was electric and the sexiest thing I had ever felt. Now Andy was feeling that exquisite touch but this time from my foot. I slowly rubbed the young teen’s penis with my toes and feet. I could feel his juicy cockhead spew a line of prefuck all over my foot. At the other end of the table, the smoking group rejoined the party inside leaving us alone. “I want to suck your dick, Andy,” I said in a low but steady voice. “I know you are straight, but I can tell you are one of those men who need sex and aren’t squeamish about where to get it. If we were on a farm, I bet you’d be fucking a calf or a sheep. Your hard dick needs to be sucked and serviced, Andy. And your friend Chase is right. The best blowjobs are from queers.” With that the excitable teen shot his massive load all over my foot. I smiled and nearly shot off in my pants. Fourteen was at the end of the ages my pedo dick prefers. Ideally I love to find a boy of eight or nine and take our pleasures together for five or six years. I would guide him from dry cums into the electric lust of adolescence and hopefully take his first wet cum. By fourteen, the last of boyhood is still there but starts to quickly slip away but in return gives up enormous loads of cum many times a day. Andy was recovering from his orgasm while I wiped his cum from my foot with a napkin. I handed the panting boy my card. “Send me some links of the nastiest, hottest porn you love to get off to. I will have it playing on the big screen if you come over to my house. We have a couple of weeks before school starts, so make the most of it.” I winked at him and left. I started getting the porn links before I even got home. I pulled them up on my laptop at home, and, damn, this fourteen year old boy’s taste in porn was nasty. He liked his woman to be bitches, he liked them degraded, he liked them dominated, and he liked them young. I chuckled as I made a play file. And of course he came over the next day. He gratefully accepted the offer of beer, and soon we were loose and ready. “Ready?” I asked. He nodded. “Excellent. Take off your clothes.” He stripped unselfconsciously for a fourteen year old. Perhaps it was all of the locker room experience he had. When he was naked, I took a moment to drink it all in. His stomach was ridged with abs, he had a respectable if sparase collection of pubes and standing up proudly was a bigger than average cock. Most boys just turned fourteen have about four inches. Andy had five. The meat was thick with a bulging blue vein trailing up to what had to be the reddest mushroom head I’ve had ever seen. It was a beautiful male penis. “Has anyone ever played with your dick?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Ever fucked anything or had anyone else stroke your cock?” Again a shake no. Suddenly I got super hard. This horny boy was a virgin and wanted desperately to experience all the pleasure his dick could have. I was determined to show him how good he could feel. I guided him to a higher than average leather club chair. I love getting head there, and with the young ones they can easily bend over and suck. Andy settled in with ease. I flicked on the big screen TV, and a scene where a big dicked Latino was pounding a young blond bitch. I actually saw his cock twitch! On my knees, I moved close to his erect penis. It smelled like soap and boy. His balls had dropped nicely and were still hairless. What can I say about this dick which played such a big part in my life for almost a year? I was hungry for it. I kissed the cherry red head and was rewarded with a spurt of precum. I lapped it clean which caused him to moan deeply. Fuck yeah. I thoroughly licked every inch of the stalk before moving my mouth over the steel hard phallus. “Oh fuck yeah,” he cried out immediately placing his hands on my head. “Now THIS is what I’m talking about!” I sucked slowly and sensuously enjoying every moment. It had to be only ten minutes before he fucked the full five inches into my mouth right at the entrance of my throat. The explosion that happened next startled me. It was as if I were sucking a spackling gun with the amount of cum shooting out of his piss slit! I savored the flavor as my mouth filled up, and I swallowed some to accommodate more. Andy was near howling with lust enjoying every second of his first blowjob. I pulled off and wiped my lips. He was still hard, his meat glistening from the spit and cum. I savored the nut in my mouth for a bit before swallowing. “Fuck, Chuck! That was amazing. I just KNEW it had to be outstanding. dikimevi escort Can we do it again in a little while?” I laughed and said of course. As I stood up, he noticed my hard on tenting my shorts. “You should play with yourself while you suck me,” he encouraged. I had purposely not taken it out so as not to scare away the straight teen. “OK, sure. Let me get us a couple of beers.” The next suck job lasting nearly a half an hour. Before I started I pulled out my rock hard seven inch tool and started stroking. He looked closely at my meat and then gave a look like he was impressed. Then he lay back in the roomy club chair and spread his legs. I sucked his smooth and now sweaty nuts, feathered my tongue all over his meat, and edged him three times. I would pull off just before he came only to watch his young meat twitch and drool prefuck. He loved it all and wasn’t ashamed to show it. I saw his tongue out of his mouth and drooling. He was constantly saying, “Fuck yeah and shit yeah! I love it!” His hands went to my head just before he came as if to prevent me from pulling off. He came again, and once more I was amazed at the amount of sperm he shot in my mouth. I swirled it on my tongue and then swallowed. The volume and texture of his youthful and virile seed turned me on immensely. I shot my load all over the wood floor. “Damn, Chuck. My buddy Chase didn’t lie. You queers really know how to suck dick.” He gave a brilliant white smile which in a few years would be one of the many admired traits of the high school star football player. But then, at barely fourteen, he looked goofy and happy and satisfied. Andy came over the next day and the next. We were both satisfying a deep hunger. He wanted dick pleasure, and I wanted ephebe cock and balls full of cum. It was an odd place for me. Like any red blooded homo, I enjoyed sucking cocks. I was thirty two at the time and reflected I had been fellating men and boys for 22 years. My next door neighbor seduced me and groomed me for years until at ten he had me slurping on his (to me) gigantic four inch and half inch tool. (One of the benefits of being a pedo is your little dick is not a liability.) It was the perfect size for me, and I would spend hours suckling him while he tanned himself golden brown all over laying out by the pool. After that I sucked a couple dozen men at parks, restrooms, and truck stops. My neighbor even shared me with a few of his perv friends. At seventeen I finally had my first Man/boy experience as a man. The sex made me come alive like nothing had before. I was instantly hooked. And while I still sucked dick, the average size of that dick was a tad under three inches. Yeah. I went full pedo and never looked back. So sucking Andy was sucking a cock bigger than I had been typically enjoying for over a decade. I could see and feel the manhood begin take over him, but there was enough youthful boy in him to keep me aroused. I found his teen cum addicting, and wanted to make him shoot as much as he would let me. Which was a lot! This was a new side to my sexuality, and I fully explored its new pleasures. The best thing about the kid was his adventurous nature. I love that about boys in general, but to find a sexual adventurer is extra special. Nothing better than discovering the fourth grader you are fucking is gay and loves it. But Andy was not gay and not even really on the spectrum. He was a sensualist and a sybarite. Nothing about me turned him on except for what I could do to please him. If a girl were willing or a sex toy were better, he would have dropped me for that. But while I had him, I did my best to show him a sensual good time. I introduced him to weed which he loved and started a lifelong habit. My dick gets hard when I corrupt the youth. It’s my life destiny and supreme pleasure. Once stoned I blindfolded him as he lay naked on the bed. I ran my fingertips over his body making him shiver with pleasure. I pinched his tits and played with his bellybutton. Then I lubed my hand and gave him a first class hand job. It is a lost art but truly an art when done properly. He would often request it and lay back relaxing into the sensations. Andy was very natural about his nudity and even said to me it would be easier to pleasure him while I was naked. He never got off on my muscles or looks, but I think it tickled his vanity to see a buff fit man boned and stroking over him. Any other boy I’d flip over and fuck my load into him, but this straight boy was a different story. I admit he fascinated me. When school started, he began stopping by after classes almost every day. I adjusted my schedule to accommodate an hour of sucking off this horny as fuck eighth grader. Andy routinely came six times a day, and two of those were delivered by me after school. The third time I sucked him is when he started taking control. A lusty thrust here and there and hands on my head and soon he was fucking my face and holding me on down all the way on his dick. The volume of sperm those nuts produced was incredible. A week into it, he plopped down in the leather club chair and hooked a leg over an arm. This almost made me cum because I could clearly see his hairless pink asshole. I stroked my own cock at the sight. I slobbered on his cock and balls, licking a little under his nuts. Just a hint of the taint, but it was enough to make him start itching for something he couldn’t comprehend. I had to try it. “If you don’t like it, tell me. It’s just a tongue,” I said. He looked quizzical but understood as I took a long lap in his ass crack. He eyes flew open, and I licked again. He didn’t say anything, so I started to tongue his sweet pucker with the tip of my tongue. “You filthy fuck!” he exclaimed lifting his other leg over the chair arm and scooting towards my face. From that day on, I was not only sucking his dick and balls but sucking on his hole. On the days after he had football practice, I didn’t dare touch my dick as I licked his moist cleft and rubbed my face in it. Yeah I was a pig for him. What he didn’t realize is that your first sexual encounters imprint you for life, and our sexcapades were definitely turning him into a pig. I corrupted him in other ways. I persuaded him to spend a whole day with me, and we took X together. That’s when he started spitting on his dick and then into my mouth before he would fuck it for long stretches. For a break he sat on my face for hours. However my best tool for corrupting him was porn. His choice of legal porn was revealing, and slowly I introduced him dikmen escort to straight kiddy porn. First it was girls his age. He was fascinated and turned on. I could tell because my mouth started getting flooded with a river or his sweet pre every time he watched it. “Hey Chuck. Where did you get this stuff?” he asked as I slowly sucked his penis. I pulled off. “The dark web. Is this a problem?” “Fuck no,” he said and pushed me back down to his dick. Eventually I started showing vids with single digit sluts, and I could really see the lust demons in his eye. I enjoy the thought of the boys I educate and fuck will be converted to pedosexuality, indeed many of them have, but it was doubling gratifying that I could do it with a straight boy. After a while he took control of the porn, and while he still liked seeing bitches degraded and raped, he often went to the video of the little second grader being fucked with a huge dildo. But I think his favorite was a nine year old having her bald pussy and ass reamed by an insatiable ten inch pedo dick. Fucking hot perv! He expressed himself sexually with confidence. I encouraged him to ask for what he wanted, and he wasn’t shy. So when he would come by the house still in his football uniform, he would say to me, “Lay on the floor, man.” So I laid out my naked body as he stripped out of his sweaty gear. Then he would rub his sweat wet crack all over my face. “Yeah, get your face in there. Lick up and down. Fuck yeah. Now tongue fuck it. Deeper, man. Aww, hell yeah. Now just suck on the hole. That’s the way.” His orgasms were so sexy. Watching him give into the bliss and ecstasy always made my cock twitch. I loved the fact that he was getting off only with his fist or me. Andy was always respectful with me before and after sex. He never took it too far maybe because I am a big bruiser who could have pounded him into the dirt. We just both liked it and took what we could from it. But within six months, his growth changed it all. His pubes were now a jungle. His balls started sprouting hairs, and the fine down on his arms and legs became coarser. I was sure his dick had increased, so I measured it, and sure enough it grew three quarters of an inch. So one day I sat him down and had a talk with him. I explained I was a pedophile. Now that he was no longer a boy, my attraction to him was gone. Knowing his taste in porno, I assumed this would not come as a shock. He took it good naturedly. This may have been because I gave him a new cocksucker. Zion (what a name) was a cute, fit sixteen year old. I started him at nine, and my education and corruption paid off. By sixteen Zion was regularly sucking off a dozen cocks a day at a park glory hole. He was also a great fuck and by sixteen was a cumdump. Zion loved to submit sexually to real men and getabused by them. Zion was naked on his knees. His hardon sprouted from a bald pubic mound. Naked Andy wasted no time is fucking his face hard. “Yeah,” I encouraged. “Fuck him as hard as you want. Piss in his mouth if you like. Slap him around like those bitches in your porn vids.” Andy looked at me to see if I was joking. When it was clear I was not, he pulled his now five and three quarter inch dick from Zion’s mouth and slapped him across the face. He then slapped him again harder. And again. The dominant teen’s penis throbbed and bobbed in sadistic pleasure. This opened up a dark passage for the boy, full of erotic promise. “Fuck yeah, Chuck. Thanks.” Andy enjoyed me watching him use Zion. He did end up pissing in his mouth which was repeated anytime the jock need to take a leak during sex. Eventually I starting hooking up with a sweet twelve year old and stopped regularly watching their trysts. I let them use my guest house in the back yard, and Andy would tell me what they did. When summer came Andy was off to summer foot ball camp. Zion missed him. He only showed up sexually one more time and that was right before he started high school. At that session, which I missed, Andy ended up sodomizing the slut. Zion called it rape, but can you really rape a cumdump slut like Zion? Andy pissed up his ass and then never returned for sex. I like to keep cordial relations with my ex boys. This is for self-protection but also why not? They were a lovely chapter in my sexual history. Andy grew four inches in the next few years. His goofy features transformed into chiseled good looks. His dick grew another three inches for a total of nine cunt busting inches. All of the girls wanted him, and he fucked every cheerleader. I slipped him an ounce of weed now and then, and sometimes he would stop by to borrow my kayaks. I also let him fuck in my guest house, and he used that privilege often. One time I thought the guest cottage was empty, and I came in only to find him buried deep in the hairless cunt of a flat chested girl who had to be twelve. I apologized but he just laughed. He pulled out half way and fucked back into the girl who was nearly freaking out seeing me. “Want a piece of this slut? You don’t mind, bitch. Do you?” The scared girl shook her head no. I declined the generous offer and high fived him on the way out. This brings me to this year. I am now thirty five. Andy, the star quarterback at Blu Kennedy High School, is seventeen. I was pleasantly surprised when he rang my doorbell. We drank some beers, and Andy came straight to the reason for the visit. “It’s about my little brother. You’ve met him, right?” Yeah. He was Cynthia’s other son. A cute little fucker with brilliant green eyes and red lips. “Sure. Kevin. How old is he now?” “He’s going to be ten in a few months. So you know I love my little bro more than anything in the world. We had a heart to heart talk a few days ago, and he told me he is gay. He says he knows for sure and has known for years. I hugged him and told him it was cool, and he was so relieved I had accepted him. Of course I do.’ “But then I got thinking about his being gay and you being a pedophile and all. I want my little bro to have all of the sexual pleasure I had from you. I would have loved to have started at nine! I had to wait until eleven just to discover jerking off. So I was wondering if you might be interested.” These are the moments pedos live for. Was I interested!!! Andy pulled out his smartphone and showed me a cute pic of little Kevin. The next pic was of him completely naked and hard. His utterly hairless body and jaunty two and a half inch dicklet mesmerized me. So cute and sexy. I got hard in my pants. “Nobody has ever touched him. Not even himself. He had no idea what cumming even is. Chuck, I know you would be so good for him. Can you help him out?” “Fuck yes I can help him out,” I said firmly shaking Andy’s hand. Next time I will tell you all about it! OTHER STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR: Entrepreneur in Adult/youth

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