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Subject: Living the Life Chapter Six Living the Life Chapter Six By Nick ail If you like the story or would like to see something in the story, please feel free to drop me a line. I love feedback and love to chat. Before some of you clutch your pearls and think this is a true story, know that it is not. It is entirely a work of erotic fiction. Fantasy is different from reality. Check it out. Also, please consider donating to Nifty. It costs money to run this site, and your donation really helps them out. The sight of Kevin’s bare ass on my bed made my slightly softening cock thicken up again. That was just my first cum, and the night of little Kev’s ass cherry popping was worthy of two more ejaculations at least. Kevin looked at me dreamily, shaking those little buns at me. Hell, both of my hands completely covered that fourth grader’s butt. I crawled onto the bed and kissed him passionately. Then I slapped his butt. It wasn’t too hard or too soft. He looked a bit surprised but didn’t object. Smack. Smack. Smack. I did some lighter, some harder, and pretty soon his cheeks were a rosy pink. Then I heard the moan. “Oh you liked that, huh?” I asked tickling him. He laughed and giggled and rolled over on his back. His little boy nail was rock hard. “Yeah, you liked it!” I said before putting my mouth over his entire genitals. As I sucked that delicious package of smooth boy flesh, I slipped a finger into his still tight little hole. My finger was lubed with cum and the cocaine laced Albolene. I pulled off his spit wet cock and balls and said soothingly, “Don’t clamp down, baby boy. Let Daddy slide his finger in there. Just relax. There you go. Oh yeah, there you go. Fuck yeah, that’s the spot. Hmmmm. Oh yeah. Want another finger? That’s it. Open that hole for daddy. Breathe. That’s it.” The sexy lad opened his hole for me, and, gods, it was a magnificent thing to behold. So began the ritual of Man and boy. No more would it just be a poop hole for the young lad. Now it would become something sacred and indescribably pleasurable — a fuck hole. MY fuck hole to slide my big, bare, adult penis into and rut until I seed his innards. And judging from his serenity and throbbing erection, there was no place else he wanted to be. “Fuck me, daddy,” he said clearly. “Fuck me, Daddy,” he said louder as he pushed against my two fingers. I slipped them out and lined my dickhead, glistening with pre, against that awakening hole. One push forward, and I slipped inside. “Relax, baby boy. Breathe. Open that hole for your Daddy,” I said as I slowly slid to my balls. “Oooooh Daddy, that feels so good,” he exclaimed breaking out in an all body sweat. “Fuck yeah it does, Kev. Fucking is what it is all about. Feel that? I am all the way inside of you. That is special, boy. You and I are one now. Daddy and boy. What do you think of that?” He grinned devilishly. “Fuck me, Daddy!” Oh yeah. I started in on a sensuous rut which had me shivering and shuddering from the hot wetness of his ass and the unbelievable tightness of hairless boy. How would this compare to a straight man’s experience? Fucking a Playboy Playmate or a super model, I suppose. Not for me. For me the hottest sex imaginable was happening right then, my slow dicking of a just deflowered hairless boy. I lifted and carried him around the bedroom while I kept my dick up his fuck hole. His arms went around my neck, and my tongue went into his eager mouth. All the time you put in the gym pays off when you can use your boy like a fleshlight. I fucked him as I walked down the hall and out into the great room. I set him on the kitchen counter and without pulling out opened the fridge. I poured him a glass of Gatorade and a glass of water. “You have to stay hydrated, boy, so I want you to drink the glass of water and then the Gatorade. OK?” I asked as I fucked an inch in and out slowly. “OK Daddy,” he said with a smile. After the hydration, I took him to the kitchen table and put him on his back. “What do you want, boy?” I asked firmly. “Fuck me in my hole, Daddy!” he yelled back at me throwing his legs in the air. “That’s right. That’s MY hole,” I said as I pulled all the way out and then punched back in with my slimy pedo pecker. All the way out and all the way in seemed to be the magic key. On stroke number six the horny little fuck yelled as his body twitched and convulsed in a tremendous boygasm. I withstood the furious gripping of his boy cunt on my tool. I was so deliciously close to orgasm but held off. I stood still for a few moments while he recovered before fucking in and out of him again. Kevin moaned again, “Yes, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!” I lifted him again, still impaled in his tight asshole. I carried him back into the bedroom, and set him over the arm of a very cushy chair. I pulled out as I positioned him belly down over the armchair. His little hole was open about the size of a dime. My penis kissed it and once more slid inside to the balls. “What do you want, boy?” I asked keeping my cock buried to the hilt. “Fuck me, Daddy!” he cried. I started pounding into that little hole. I could feel my balls retract and start to boil. That urge to nut, to flood his intestines with semen, overcame me. I needed to cum. I needed to… “Fuck me, Daddy” he yelled in the high pitched voice like a girl but still all boy. That was all I needed. I slammed in deep and covered his naked body with mine. My dick spurted wad after wad in his delectable ass. I picked him up and carried him to bed. We both slept for awhile, me spooning the lad’s well fucked butt. I woke an hour later, and still on my side slid my erect child fucker back into Little Kev. This woke him. “Fuck me, Daddy,” he said sleepily. I dicked him slowly while I reached in front and masturbated him. “You are so special, Kevin. I am so happy to have you as my boyfriend. Being able to be inside of you, fucking you, makes me the luckiest man in the world.” I was close but timed my final release of the night to coincide with his last dry cum. I pulled out and shut off the light. Kevin would never forget that special day we had. Neither would I. Spending another night in my little boy’s arms was special, and I treasured it. Alas, the next day slipped away quickly as did the next six weeks. So much happened during that time. Blu Kennedy High School took the state championship making Andy the town’s hero. Universities were lining up to recruit him. He also finished his senior capstone project on the history of nude swimming in our community. He found a lot of historic photos from the old Christian college pools which I found stored in a closet. Some of the pics must have been shot by pervs. Andy and I bated to several awesome shots of bare boy cocks and smooth asses. Of course we kept those pics to ourselves. We put up his display of old photos and a timeline at the Muni Rec food court and a more detailed one inside men’s locker room. The local paper picked up the story and ran the article in the Town History section. All of this sparked a small but steady stream of inquiries into nude swimming. I got to see little Kev a few days a week, and I was delighted and grateful. Compared to what time I often get, it was a paradise. Being a pedophile can be hard. You want to be with your boyfriend but often can’t. Unlike so many fuck stories, there is usually a parent or two around who get in the way and don’t conveniently die or leave. So you do your best and manage it. Hell, I have had it much worse. How many times have I waited in my car on a street corner at midnight while some horny fuck toy crawls out his bedroom window to meet me? Or the denizli escort boy who visits while out bike riding but has to be back in an hour. I was lucky and knew it. Kevin surprised me a few days after popping his cherry. “Um, Chuck, can I stop saying daddy when you fuck me?” he asked chewing his lip a little. Interesting. “Of course, Little Dude. You don’t like daddy?” “No,” he said resolutely. “I don’t have a daddy, and I don’t need a daddy. I have a boyfriend!” he said hugging me. “Yeah, you do,” I said ruffling his hair and kissing his head. “So what do I call you when I want you to fuck me?” he asked. Believe me, pervs, hearing boys talk like sailors will keep you constantly dripping pre. “Well, `fuck me boyfriend’ doesn’t really work. You could say `fuck me Chuck,'” I offered. “That’s fine, but, um, on that video last night. The boy called the man Sir. Can I call you Sir when you fuck me?” he asked. Imagine a nine year old asking that question! I was now so fucking hard, the precum was making a lewd stain on my shorts. The video he was referring to was one called Slave Trainer. When I say that kiddy porn can be educational, I mean it. The boy learns something perverted, and I learn something about the boy. The man in the video was a bearded stud around fifty who starts out dressed head to toe in black leather. The boy was a fit ten year old who crawled around naked licking his boots, his ass, and everything else. The dom put clamps on the boy’s tits while he squirmed, paddled his ass red while he cried, and fucked him like a whore as he moaned. Can he call me Sir when I fuck him? Absofuckinglutely! “Fuck yeah, Kev. I like that! Call me Sir when you want me to fuck you or fuck you harder.” The boy giggled and said, “Fuck me, Sir!” before dashing out of the room with me in lusty pursuit. This horny slut was turning into one of the best boy fucks I’ve ever had. Kev’s antipathy towards his father got me thinking. It was early in our relationship, but it reminded me I should do my due diligence. I wanted clarity on Andy and Kevin’s dad. Kev has no memory of him, and Andy dismissed him with a grunt and didn’t want to talk about him. Taking a sample of dried cum from the crusty jock I swiped from Andy and some spit from little Kev (I’ll let you wonder where I collected that), I sent them off for a DNA test. Then I showed up at the Green Gables Tavern on a Thursday night just in time for karaoke night. Cynthia was there doing a damn good impersonation of Dusty Springfield. I bought her a drink, and we ended up getting properly pissed as the Brits would say. “Oh him,” she said with disgust when I asked about her ex. “He never cheated on me as far as I know. He was too lazy to cheat. Wally didn’t do much of anything as far as I could see. He was this lump on the couch who was allergic to work. The best thing that ever happened to me was getting pregnant with Kevin. He bitched about the work ahead — diapers, midnight feedings, babysitting, blah, blah, blah. So he split. Honestly, raising the boys without him was easier.” The DNA confirmed he was the father of both boys, and I put a private investigator on his trail. Remember pedos, the more you know, the more you can control. Walt Peterson was soon found in West Virginia. This paragon of nothing was living on welfare with a woman and their three daughters. So he probably wasn’t an immediate threat unless he tried to leverage some money in the future. Since he owed over twenty thousand in back child support, it seemed highly unlikely. Then there was Kevin and Andy’s mom, Cynthia. To her credit, Cynthia managed to pull together being a mom about four nights a week. Sunday through Wednesday. There she would have family dinners (prepared by the maid) and spend time with her kids. Like most boys, Kev loved his mother, and I wanted him to have a good relationship with her. Yet Thursday through Saturday, Cynthia camped out at the Green Gables Tavern spending the night drinking and fucking with a variety of men. Happily she never took a man home. I think that was because she had class and wanted to spare her boys seeing her drunk and slutty. And, happily for this pedo, with her looks and figure, she never failed to find someone to take her home. So I got little Kev three nights a week and all day Saturday. Hey, it’s more than a lot of divorced dads get. Cynthia cared enough to frequently check on her sons by phone. One memorable time little Kev pulled off from sucking my dick to talk to his mommy. I almost came right then. I also noticed how skillful Andy and Kevin had gotten lying to their mother. Another reason, pedos, to fuck around with boys eight and up. Six year olds are terrible liars! Rosaria, Cynthia’s housekeeper, made tons of delicious food, so it was not unusual for Andy, Kevin, and I to enjoy Thursday night dinner together at their house. Cynthia never knew. Now that football was over, Andy was hitting the Muni Rec every day after school. We bonded deeper after he dropped to his knees and sucked Kev’s butt juices from my dick. I treated Andy like I always did (because why not?–it’s just sex and hot sex at that), and he was grateful. To the good people of our community, however, Andy had ascended to Mount Olympus. People pleaded for autographs and took selfies with the celebrity jock, and he played it all with customary modesty, always flashing his brilliant white smile. At the pool, Andy became an evangelist for nude swimming. He managed to convince scores of men, teens, and boys to come over to the male only pool for nude afternoon swims. The teen jock was a natural nudist and loved to cockily strut everywhere with his obscene cunt wrecker flopping from side to side. I loved it, and so did a number of the males swimming there. I went to my lawyer to ask about the nude swimming. He told me there was no law against it, but in places where they have publicly tried it, there was community backlash. If children were involved, then it got much worse. He advised me to officially separate the historically preserved male/female only pools from the integrated Municipal Recreation Center and make it into a private club. He also suggested we offer clothing optional swimming instead of nude swimming with the assurance that a staff lifeguard would be present at the pool. I agreed, and with my attorney and accountant we formed the Nature’s Way Swim Club LLC. I wouldn’t say I am rich, but my sports complex which I contract with the city to be the Muni Rec does bring in a decent amount of money. The rents from the food court and Nike store actually bring in the most money. Ironically my accountant was happy when I told him the nude swim club would actually lose money. Apparently a loss would help my taxes. Nice. Andy and I wanted to admit members carefully, selecting nudists and potential pervs. And of course sexy teens and boys. I was sad to see Austin Wolfe Elementary School move their morning swims to one of the Olympic pools. I had become accustomed to taking a coffee break when the little studs showered and dressed. I watched from the secret balcony above and jerked off. With the opera glasses, I could pick out my favorite cuties and watch them show off their hairless little bodies. But an elementary school having to get parent’s permission slips for nude swimming was just the sort of attention we didn’t want. So we moved them. Before they left, Andy, the budding pedophile, managed to enter the locker room while the single digit rascals were showering. He was naked, of course, and the boys were awed by this football god. He showered with them and snapped towels getting the boys laughing and squealing. Afterwards dikimevi escort I saw him chatting with the coach, his hand on his shoulder. Later Andy slipped off to the back bathroom with a sexy third grader and took him into a stall. The jock’s nine inch cock was completely erect. The naked pair emerged twenty minutes later before showering, dressing, and leaving. My teen pedo was starting to live the life! This prompted me to invite Andy over one school night telling him to bring his laptop. I knew what he was doing on it since I was now surveilling the entire family, but I didn’t tell him that. I showed him how to use VPNs and encrypted sites to protect himself. We ended the night smoking clouds and bating to my hottest boy porn which I shared with him on a thumb drive. “You are so cool, Chuck,” Andy said high and hard. “I love how we can just bate our cocks to these fucked up movies and talk about how much we love these boys. Damn, look at that young one there. He’s got to be half Kev’s age! Makes me want to shoot!” I officially hired Andy to work at the Nature’s Way Swim Club in early December although the club wouldn’t formally open until the new year. Andy used the computer data base to figure out which men and families he wanted to target for membership. He signed up his football buddy Chase who we all know liked to fuck cheerleaders and his ten year old sister. Like Andy, he had a flawless body with tight muscles but sported a big uncut cock hanging over meaty balls. I remember Andy telling me that Chase first got sucked by his queer uncle. I would have to get to know this guy better. We never pushed nude swimming at the women’s pool, and it never took off. Who cares? At least the senior aquatic dancing groups brought in some cash. Sixteen and up could decide to join the club for a mere ten bucks a month. Under sixteen required a permission slip from a parent or guardian. These were written carefully stressing optional nude swimming supervised by staff lifeguards. Cynthia signed for Kevin right away, proud that Andy’s senior project had made the paper and earned him an A. Kevin now began swimming naked with other naked males of various ages. At first he would cup his genitals when outside of the pool. Andy pulled him aside with me. “Little Dude! You’re a Peterson. You’re my little brother, and everyone will look at you as someone special. And you are! You’re a stud. Not many boys your age are getting the action you’re getting. Hell I was fourteen before Chuck started going down on me. So when you walk around naked, walk around like you own the place. Act confidently even if you aren’t confident. Don’t hide your cock even if you are hard. Chest out and head up. If you don’t know what do you with your hands, put them on your hips.” Those words made me so proud of Andy. The teen was a perv, but damn he was a good brother. As for those lifeguards who would supervise the pool, I reached back to some of my boys who have grown up. So when I saw this lean and scrappy teen sitting in the lobby chewing on his nails while waiting for an interview, I smiled. Lance! Why didn’t he just call me about the job? How do I begin to describe this amazing boy and our steamy relationship? I could write a whole story about him, but for our purposes I will summarize. Since being a practicing pedophile generally means you are not getting enough sex, I often hit a gloryhole in a men’s room deep in an out of the way section of Matt Estes Park. This pervy place has brought me some excellent head and a few underage morsels have turned up from time to time. The first thing I noticed was the finger beckoning me at the gloryhole. Smaller than usual and nails bitten to the quick. I slipped my seven inches inside and felt my dick enveloped by a talented mouth. That’s what I liked about this place — the cocksuckers took pride in their work. After a few minutes I pulled out and looked at the smooth face partially visible through the hole. I moved to the stall door and fiddled with it until it opened. Inside was a very sexy eleven or twelve year old, visibly hard with his cockhead peeking out of the foreskin. His pubes were completely smooth. I licked my lips. “Fuck yeah. How old are you, boy?” I asked with a smile. “Old enough to know what I am doing,” he bristled while grabbing his pants. “Hey, hold on there, sexy. You were doing a fantastic job on my dick. Why don’t you show me how you can go down to my pubes?” I said rubbing my cock on his lips. I saw him hesitate a second, but the cock was too tempting. He took it in his mouth and on the third try let me slide into his throat. “Atta boy! You came here to suck my dick, so suck my dick! You are fucking good at this!” The kid gobbled by cock. I pulled out and turned around presenting the kid with my ass. “Lick my ass, boy. Get in there.” He dived in with gusto, lapping and moaning. So obviously this kid was experienced. Remember pedos, after your molest your boys, you are leaving them with some serious sexual skills. You should be proud! It turned out the boy was named Lance, and at age eleven he had benefited from the horny tutelage of his sexy grandfather for three years. Lance developed such an appreciation for sex with men that he started cruising parks. That was the beginning of our nearly three year relationship. His parents were in jail for most of his life. Sometimes he lived with his pedo grandpa, a great guy with a salt and pepper beard and a fat cock. We had a few three ways, but his health wasn’t very good. Officially Lance lived with his eccentric aunt and uncle. Those two were just off the charts weird. They grew marijuana and cultivated magic mushrooms in secret fields and collected welfare and child support. They weren’t abusive to Lance, but they weren’t really there for him either. So he grew up on the streets and became a sharp observer of his fellow man. He sized me up in the bathroom stall at the park, and then went home with me. I groked him too, as the kids would say. I helped channel his nervous energy which forever had him biting his nails. Some found this a nasty, immature habit. I oddly found it charming and arousing. The haters will say I exploited him. (Honestly, you should see some of my e-mails). Sure I fucked him and did kinky things with him I had never done before, but I took care of him. He more or less moved in with me spending just enough time at his aunt’s place so she could collect her government check. I noticed immediately his sharp mind, and despite his C- minus GPA had him tested and then enrolled him in a top private prep school. And, no, it wasn’t just because a pedo buddy ran the place. Lance thrived there and was college bound which was statistically highly unlikely due to his demographic background. Above all, what Lance really craved is what all kids crave. Structure. He had been neglected all of his life. School provided structure, and so did I. Homework was done, chores were done, holidays were celebrated, and vacations taken. And, damn, we fucked all the time. He would ride my dick in the morning, suck the school headmaster at noon, and still stop by the park restroom before coming home. Life was really pretty perfect. But then inevitably Lance grew up. It is a bitter sweet thing to lose a boy to age. I typically try to prepare a boy right after he turns thirteen. My feelings and friendship will always endure, but my sexual desire just evaporates. We pedosexuals feel most alive and excited when having sex with children and ephebes. It’s not personal. It’s chemistry. On the positive side there are a helluva lot more men out there who will fuck a fifteen dikmen escort year old but won’t go near a nine year old. So out of love and concern, I often try to find a good boyfriend for my boys to take over after me. Fortunately, I am well connected in the underground Man/boy world and am often able to find the perfect man to continue my boy’s sexual education. As my readers know, I lift weights. The nice thing about owning the Muni Rec is I can easily blend my workday in with my workouts. I discovered one of my lifting buds was also a pedo. Dominic was twenty six, an expert motorcycle repairman, and sexy as fuck. When Lance was twelve, I shared him with Dom, and the two hit it off sexually and personally. This may sound terrible, but I don’t think it is. After months of play and observation, I “gave” Lance to Dominic. Of course this wouldn’t happen until after the dreaded pubes started growing and he was gripped by puberty. But, how can someone give their twelve year old boyfriend to someone else? Sometimes as an adult, you just know what is best when the child does not. Dominic continued to play with us for a couple of more years, and then Lance’s aunt and uncle were busted for drugs. This meant the state wanted to put fourteen year old Lance into the foster care system. Lots of drama and a reasonable social worker later, it was unofficially decided Lance would live with his “friend” Dominic and continue to attend his private school which I would fund until graduation. These casual arrangement were accepted as better than the child living on the streets. At sixteen Lance would apply to become an emancipated minor. The two of them fit together beautifully. Lance was enthralled with his twenty something lover’s exceptional body. Mostly, however, their personalities suited each other. Lance craved structure and control, and Dominic loved nothing more than being the boss. Lance was fifteen by then and just a few months away from turning sixteen. I hadn’t seen the two since early summer, and I marveled at how Dominic had sculpted the teen’s body. This boy was going to be ripped! “Hey Lance,” I said hugging him tightly. He blushed with pleasure. “Hi Chuck. I want to apply for the lifeguard position…” “You’re hired!” I said with a smile. “You know this is a nude swimming club, right?” Lance smiled slyly. “Fuck yeah. Dominic said this would be my perfect first job. I do too. I love being around all of these naked guys.” “The lifeguard training starts next week. It’s a six week course, and I will pay you under the table. When you turn sixteen, I can hire you officially.” “And I will be old enough to start working out at the Muni Rec!” Lance said excitedly. “Yes!” I said happily. The damn city would not let fifteen and under work out. “Why don’t you stand up and strip. I want to see your body.” I said chubbing a bit. Interesting. He eagerly stripped down, obviously used to doing it on command. His muscles were much more defined, and his abs were tight as a drum. There was something different about him that I couldn’t quite define. When he dropped his trousers, I was surprised. Puberty had blessed the boy with a nice big dick, but there was not a hair on his pubes or balls. Looking over his body, I could see he was hairless from the neck down. Lance smiled. “Domi thinks I look better hairless. I do too. What do you think?” “I like it!” I said getting a little harder. And then the other realization hit me! I looked at the three inch flaccid penis and then looked again. Reaching out I grabbed his cock and inspected it. The mushroom head was bare and exposed! Lance laughed. “Yeah, I am cut now. Domi said he didn’t like the aesthetic of a foreskin. He wants to be able to see my cockhead anytime he looks at me.” “Dominic had you circumsized for the look?” I asked incredulously. My dick twitched. “Yeah. He even filmed Dr. West doing it,” he replied. Dr. West is actually a nurse practioner who is often used by the pedo set. Sometimes you need discreet medical attention for your boys. “That is wild. But you look great, Lance! You will certainly have all eyes on you and your meaty prick. Do you shave your hair?” “No. I use these creams and then shower. Domi doesn’t like the stubble,” he said looking down at my tenting shorts. “It looks like you approve. Would you like a blow job, Sir?” he asked. And so, oddly, this pure pedo pulled down his shorts and was treated to a superb suck job from the hairless muscle teen. While getting blown I pulled out my phone and called Dominic and invited the two to dinner the next week. Lance sucked my sperm into his gullet. My next hire was another former boy of mine, Zion. Remember Zion from chapter one? He’s the one I gave to Andy as a cocksucker and sex toy when Andy got too old for me. I had recently found him sucking dick at the same glory hole I found Lance years ago. I offered him a job. Alas, even at twenty he was too flighty to be a lifeguard, but he was a perfect fit as a janitor. When I told him that all employees must always be naked at work to encourage members to go nude, the slut got hard. Perfect. Like I said, those six weeks after fucking Kevin for the first time were really active. Andy got the idea of holding a Dad/son —Big buddy/little buddy swim night at the club. The perv in me loved it! I would be Kevin’s big buddy, and Andy was looking for the right little buddy to bring. For a couple of weeks you could see him buttonholing members in the pool or locker room asking if they would attend. He also began planning a birthday party for his little brother. In the pedo world, ten years old is a big event. From then on it would be double digits. That was coming at the beginning of the next year, and Andy had great ideas about having all sorts of floating rafts with lots of fun naked games. So life was awesome. I got to see my sexy fourth grade boyfriend a lot, either at the Muni Rec or in my bed. The new club was shaping up to be a perv’s paradise, and I was surrounded by some of my beloved former boys. The Thursday before lifeguard training was to begin on Monday, I got an encrypted text from Kevin. Remember, pervs, open texting creates a lasting record. Encrypt! “Hi Chuck. Mommy is home tonite, so I cant see you until tomoro,” the nine year old wrote. “OK, Sport. Have fun. I will see you tomorrow, and we can go to the Burger Barn,” I texted back. “Yay. I love you, Chuck,” he wrote back. “I love you too, sexy boy!” I had a nagging thought and flipped on my surveillance tracking. Andy was with his latest dick ditch, some cunting cheerleader named Brianna. And Cynthia’s location was showing at the Green Gables Tavern. She even sent an email to her girlfriends inviting them to karaoke. What? I flipped on the covert camera and micophone on little Kev’s computer. His tidy room came into view, and I could hear his lovely high pitched voice. “Yeah, I love dinosaurs. Chuck took me to the Natural Science Museum,” he said coming on screen. “That is so cool, little buddy,” a masculine voice said off screen. “What an awesome room you have. I saw a hand drop a shirt on the back of Kev’s computer chair. “Do you like my body, Kevin?” The little slut grabbed his dickie in his pants. “Yeah. I like muscles.” “Then you will love this muscle,” the masculine voice replied. I heard a belt unbuckling and then a zipper going down. Suddenly a huge and erect uncut dick came on the screen followed quickly by the body of a buff man. What the fuck? Kev’s little hand grabbed the throbbing dick. The man guided him to the bed which is squarely in the line of the camera’s vision. The handsome face came into view. It was Chase! Andy’s perv buddy who was fucking his fifth grade sister. “I thought you would like it since you are all into cock now. Why don’t you show me what you can do?” Chase said leaning back on his elbows. TO BE CONTINUED Hey, pervs. Stay tuned. This story is just getting started!
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