Alan and Me!

                  

    "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

fourteen 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 smooth

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, he 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

boypussy.I could almost feel my fat dick spreading those small tight

asscheeks and forcing itself into that pretty pink pucker. 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 teenboy 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 of twenty-nine,and he was just a kid of

fourteen. 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's

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  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 cocksucking of

course because kids that age are not dumb. But he knew very little about

assfucking. And when the nigger in the vid pissed on the boy, Alan freaked

out. Of course, it was one of my tamer vids 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

seriously at all the shit I was spouting and said he would do whatever I

wanted.  Here are the rules I gave him.

  1.. 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 fourteen year old boy who was smashingly cute in bed with

me every night)

  2.. 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.I had lots of rough and tough pals in their thirties who couldn't wait

to see some bare pink boy ass and little fourteen year old dick and nuts.

  3.. 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) He blushed when I told him this. I held his chin in my hand and

licked his face.  

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. I had to give these to him in small

doses. You have to work on a boy's mind as well as his body. Don't push him

too fast. But here are the other "House Rules" that he eventually had to

follow. .

   4.. 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

and it took some time to get him to comply correctly.) If he

had to piss or shit at school, he must call me on my cell phone and get

permission.

  5.. 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 also have a hard on after school from 4:00

P.M. Until after dinner at 7:00.  Then from 8:00 to midnight he must

masturbate while he does his homework or whatever ever other things we do

like watch movies, or play games etc.This of course kept him on the edge at

all times, and it was agonizing for him. By the time we went to bed, he was

the wild fuck animal I desired.

  6.. He must work on stretching his anal muscles and his pussyhole 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.I would provide dildos, vegetables, and household objects for him

to use in his anal exercises. He could do these exercises while he

masturbated and did his homework. I wanted his mind so on sex, that he could

not even thing about anything else.

  7.. He must do a one hour workout each day to incrase 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. He could do this

while maintaining his hard on after school. I have him his own personal set

of nipple clamps, clips, and screws, as well as nipple suction cups

  8.. 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.This would prove that he was

proud to be a gay male and was proud of his young body and his sexuality. My

friends of course, loved to see him sitting this way when they came over to

visit and ultimately play with Alan.

  9.. 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. The proper way to sit in the car when naked is with his bare feet up

on the dashboard and legs spread. He must have a hard on.

  10.. 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. They will particularly want to check his hard on

development and his anal hole development.

  11.. 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. Being a proud gay, he must learn this. A good gay kiss  to

one of my friends can last anywhere from thirty seconds to five or six

minutes.

  12.. 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 his pretty ass in no way compromised our

"special love." My goal eventually was to have him fucked eight to ten times

a day and sucking cock pretty much continually, 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,the entire

clientel of every gay bar in town,and 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 it's limits, and

turning it into a fucked out cunthole?  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 its ripping and it can't  take any more. Maybe

that's it. Maybe its teaching the boy that we always can take more than we

think we can! I knew that by the time Alan was sixteen, his asshole would be

pretty much useless for anything except horse dick.

   13.. 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.

This would be monitored. I would watch him on the sports field and at

extra-curricular activities. He must call all other boys, Sir!

 

      14. All he hair on his body would be shaved off, pits, bush, asshole,

balls, everywhere. He would shave every two days to keep himself really

smooth and clean. He would also give himself three enemas a day so that his

asshole and colon would always be totally clean and ready for fucking. The

enema bag would be filled with soap water and before let it out, he had to

get permission and be monitored as he did it.

Being Gay was not as easy as Alan thought it would be.

More rules would follow.

  I set about getting a school wardrobe for Alan.  Very tight light tan

Trousers that hugged his little ass and crotch. No underwear, so when he

leaked from his dick, a large visible stain would form. Tee shirts, some

pink, some powder blue, some other colors so small and thin that his belly

button showed and his titty points poked through the extra thin materal.

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 "FuckBoy" and "Faggot." The jeans he wore to the mall and out

other places 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 it's way into his rectal ring, and my thick cockshaft stretching his

cuntwalls. 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

pussyhole. If he was caught not playing with  his dick and asshole, he would

be punished.  We convince his parents, "my friends" that he should continue

to stay with me, as it was working out so well. I of course convinced Alan

never to speak a word of what we were doing to his "straight" parents as

they would not understand.

   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.He had to give oral reports on these videos to

me and my friends, and then we would try out some of the activities from the

films.

   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

much dick, he didn't have time to do school work. Sometimes we would have a

Party, and fifteen to twenty guys would masturbate  and shoot their loads

right on the floor, and Alan would crawl around sucking and licking their

cocksnot 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. At the porno film theatres, I would make him crawl up and down the

aisles, licking the spilled fuckslop off the floor. I'd have him clean the

walls and floor of the booths in porno bookstores with his tongue.Three or

four times a week, he would put on shows for my pals and sometimes complete

strangers, where he would suck and fuck with dogs, pigs, goats, or whatever

else we came up with. Before his fifteenth birthday, he could easily take

two adult male hands up his asscunt at the same time. I started to pimp him

out and made more money selling his ass than I did at my regular job. We

started to make underground porno films starring him. He was known as "the

Pigboy who will do anything!" He made an entire series of films where he ate

shit...from bowls, assholes, toilets, off the street, you name it.

   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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