Adam

Thanks for all the interest in my progress with Adam. Yes,

we had

our next "audition/photo shoot." He was like a puppy

around me for the

last few days. He would actually sit next to me every

chance he got and put

his hand on my shoulder and shit like that. I think this

sixteen year old

piece of ass meat is starved for love. Every day he rushes

over after school

and cleans the theatre, then waits around until we show up

for rehearsals.

Everyone is very very nice to him and make him feel like a

million dollars.

That is of course because almost everyone knows that

eventually they will

get their dicks into that sweet mouth and ass. The day

after our last shoot,

I teased him (well half-teased) and asked him why he was

wearing his

clothes when he cleaned the theatre. I said something to

the effect of, "If

I am going to be paying you to work for me, I don't want

you ruining your

clothes on my account. I thought I told you to clean in

your underpants."

Sure enough, the next day, he was scrubbing the floor in

his undies. The

only problem was they were boxers not briefs. Still, it was

a sign of

compliance, and it also provided a bit of humiliation fun,

as the actors saw

him that way when they arrived, and he was terribly

embarrassed. I just said

that he was a good boy and knew how to follow orders. I

took him out for a

burger after rehearsal and drove him home and kissed him

goodnight. It was

a trial kind of thing, and he went for it. He was shy but,

fuck, his lips

tasted sweet and were they ever soft. He said I was tht and were they ever soft. He said I was the

most important

person in his life. I said he was "very important to me

too." Well his ass

and mouth are!

So I announced it was time for another audition of sorts.

I had him read

some Shakespeare speeches for me, which I knew he would not

do well. That

was to make him feel insecure and needing to please me in

other ways. He

kept stuttering and saying he just needed a chance to work

on them. I could

tell he was really angry with himself for not doing better.

Great. I told

him to relax and I offered him a glass of wine or four. I

read some

Shakespeare for him and then had him try to imitate me. All

the while, I

rubbed his neck and shoulders. We kissed again. I asked if

he minded my

kissing him. I said he could see that many of us kissed our

friends around

the theatre. He said he felt a little awkward, but didn't

mind.

Then I said, "Well, let's get your clothes off and get

some really sexy

photos for those agents, today!"

This time I got him totally bare assed naked for you.We

shot back in the

kitchen area again. It's become kind of "Our space" and oh

man oh man, is

this boy sweet. He is not muscular at all, but such a sweet

young body, and

a really beautiful teenage dick and balls as you can see.

And the only thing

that had ever touched them is his own hand!

"Don't be shy, spread your legs for me." I said. And he

did!

He actually said to me, "I'm not as big as some of the

guys..." and he

didn't mean his body. He meant his dick!

"Baby, you have a beautiful dick and balls, don't worry

if they are a bit

on the small side." I never let a kid feel comfortable

about his tackle. It

keeps them on their toes.

At first he kepts his legs together, until I said to him

not to be shy.

Then he let me see them. I even went in and fluffed them a

bit, getting my

first feel of his softer than velvet teenage scrotum. He

stiffened when I

did that.

"Don't worry, I'm just arranging you so you look good in

the photos." I

said, actually touching his young pink dick! He was

trembling, but kept up a

good relaxed, smiling front. It was so fucking cute. You

can see in the

first photo today, how innocent and shy he looks. And just

imagine, in a few

weeks he will be sucking dick and getting fucked most of

the day and night.

His dreams of celebrity will be reduced to crawling naked

on the floor and

eating out of a doggie dish to entertain hoards of

perverted men who will

spit on him and in him and then spew their cumslop on him.

Isn't that cool?

I took some photos of him that way, seated on the counter

with his legs

spread and his young dick flaccid. Then I shook my head

and looked

concerned.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong? " he chewed his

lower lip and

immediately fell for it.

"Oh, nothing. Let's have some more wine, shall we?"

He got really worried. "No, come on, tell me. You are my

best friend."

Oh it was so great to hear that from a sixteen year old

boy.

"Well, it's your dick. It is coming across as really

small on the photos.

I don't want to turn agents off by it." I let him go red

and just sit there

humiliated for a bit. Then I suggested. 'Could you try to

make it a little

bigger?"

He actually gulped. Like in a fucking cartoon. "You

mean get a hard on?"

"Well, no, certainly not a full hard on. That would be

too blatantly

sexual. But just so it fills out a little and gets like

half hard. So it

looks a bit more...presentable!"

I really thought the little fucker was going to cry. I

took his face in my

hands and kissed him and he kissed me back. "Forget it.

Let's just call it

a day!"

"No...no, I can do it if you want me to." He said, and

his hand went down

and he started to play with his cock right in front of me.

I just adore

watching boys masturbate. I don't care what age they are. I

love watching

ten year old boys play with their tiny pricklets and I love

watching

eighteen year old kids jerk off like they wanted to yank

their pricks off.

Let's face it my friends, masturbation is one of the

great things in

life...if not the very greatest. And helping a boy learn

the ropes of

beating his boy meat, is not perverted in any way. It is a

gift you are

giving him.

To digress, I remember when I was teaching at that

Private School you

have heard me talk so much about. I was right out of

college and only

nineteen.(I graduated college very young, kind of a kid

genius and look

where it took me!) Anyway, I had just started teaching

there and I was only

a year or two older than some of the boys in the school in

some cases.

Shortly after I started, a junior boy, and a very cute one,

asked me one day

if masturbation was a sin. He told me he had teen told it

was, and he was

very frustrated because he did not ever jerk off and the

other guys talked

about it all the time.

Well, I took him at once into a kind of large work

closet/store room,

locked the door, lowered his pants and masturbated him. I

told him it was

the most normal thing in the world and most boys did it

three or four times

a day. I also told him nothing...nothing..not even fucking

cunt felt better.

I remember to this day, he had a nice fat cock and his

balls were heavy with

sperm. I remember it also because a week later, I was

sucking him off, and a

week after that, he was sucking me off, and it was my start

into the world

of boy sex! I would sit and watch him masturbate naked for

me and I would

critique his style. Of course In introduced him to

inserting things up his

asshole to make the masturbation more enjoyable. I also got

him working his

tits. I remember clearly his first name was Brad, but I do

not remember his

last name. I must check the school year book some day. Did

I fuck his ass/

Of course! He was the first student I ever ass fucked.

Remember please that

he was only three years younger than I was at the time. So

I was not a child

molester! I didn't have my first eighth grade boy until

some months later.

Anyway, back to Adam.He was working his teen prick,

something fierce, but

I think the wine and his nervousness were having an adverse

effect, because

he just could not get it to thicken or harden at all. I

loved it. He looked

more and more helpless and worried.

Perhaps if you make it wet, it will respond better." I

suggested. He

licked his fingers and put his spit on his prick. It was so

sexy, I had him

do it again and got a photo for you. But the dick still did

not get hard.The

boy actually has a perfectly fine sized fucker, but I would

never let him

know that.

"Can you get a hard on, Adam? Is there something you are

not telling me?"

I asked sympathetically, watching his embarrassment grow.

He was almost crying now. 'Yes, I can get hard!" he

almost snapped at

me, yanking on his prick. "It's just...I must be nervous or

something."

Being the caring friend that I had become, I helped out I

hugged him and

massaged his chest and tits and tummy.

"Hush, here, let me help you to relax. Just relax."

Soon, I was kissing him and working his nipples. He

tensed up and almost

pushed me away. "I'm helping you, Adam, because I am your

friend. Because I

love you." I used that word on purpose. When I am working

on a boy...I am

very careful which words I use, when. He fucking melted in

my arms. This boy

really needed love. Now I let my hand slip down and take

his hand off his

dick. I started to gently massage his teenage prick and

balls. All the

while, I kissed him, and started to lick his neck and face.

No doubt about

it, he was getting turned on. He told me he had made out

with girls and

kissed them, but nothing more. Here I was kissing him, and

pinching his tits

and frigging his boymeat. Obviously, the dick started to

respond.

"Yes, Adam...here we go. That's good. Just relax." I

masturbated his

growing meat. His cock got significantly longer and

thicker. Quite a nice

cunt stuffer.

"That's my boy...good boy." I could tell he was really

into it. He started

to hold me and even kissed me back. I do believe we swapped

some spit.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "Is

this wrong?" There

I was pumping his teenage dick and swapping spit, and this

kid asks me, "is

this wrong?" Christ, I almost shot my load right then.

Oh, boy..that was a crucial time. That was the time to

lay the "We have

a special relationship" shit on him. You know.

"We have a special kind of friendship. It's not gay.

It's not straight.

Our feelings for each other cannot fall into a category. I

have never felt

this deeply about a boy before and it is not easy for me

either, Adam. What

we feel transcends just ordinary friendship, and I just

want to take our

special bonding as far as it naturally can go!" Oh the

shit spews out. And

the kid actually tears up and falls for it. He says he

feels differently

about me than he has ever felt before too. He feels so at

home at the

theatre and so good with all of us.

I tell him I only want to make him feel better and

better. All the while I

am pumping his hard prick. It is leaking now, all over my

hand. I know now,

this young fucker is going to be mine. What a wonderful

warm feeling to know

that his tight teenboy asshole is going to be stretched

open like a cunt by

cocks and dildos and bottles and perhaps even a baseball

bat. This sweet

healthy boy is going to be fucked mindless! Perhaps I will

even get to

share him with some of you. If I can, which would be a

delight, we can sit,

sipping wine and compare his mouth and ass while he crawls

on the floor

between us and licks our balls.

These first steps are always the most precarious. Adam's

prick was fully

hard now. I stepped back and told him now we could get

some really good

photos. He was breathing really hard. "But isn't it too

hard. Isn't it

like porno?"

Fuck, this kid said the cutest things. Isn't it like

porno? What the fuck

am I supposed to say to that? He is fucking totally naked

in front of me

with his sixteen year old dick leaking and bobbing. Isn't

it like porno? HA!

"It's going to be great. Smile. Reach up and pull on you up and pull on your

tits for me.

They look a bit wimpy. Really tug on those nipples."

The kid is putty in my hand. So, did I fuck him or get

him to suck me?

NO! NOT YET. WHY NOT YOU ASK. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW ONE MUST

PROCEED.

I want him to want my touch. To crave it at the same

time he is

humiliated and embarrassed by his feelings. This boy needs

love and physical

comfort. To get that from me, he will have to give up his

ass! I want him

ashamed of his own feelings, but unable to do anything

about it. Remember

shame has to be a constant part of his training. When he is

forced to

entertain at parties with animals or any other kind of

perversity we think

up for him, I want him to feel totally degraded and

ashamed. He must never

be totally comfortable with his sexuality.

He stood thee trembling like a bird, pulling on his tits

and jerking on

his dick for me. What more could you ask from a sixteen

year old virgin?

I walked up to him and hugged him. He put his head on my

shoulder and

sobbed. I took his teen fuckmeat in my hand and I

masturbated him. I

masturbated him until he shot a huge load of boy fuck all

over my hand and

trousers. Eventually of course, he will be eating any

spewed fuck of his own

or anyone else's. But not this first time. This first time

I let him blast

all over me. I wanted him to love me. To need me. I was the

first person to

ever masturbate him. No girl had done that. No guy had done

that.

This boy who had acted so cocky and sure at the Christmao cocky and sure at the Christmas

party where I

met him, was now a little boy, craving my love and

approval. It would only

be a matter of time before I would have him drinking piss

and eating shit!