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   Alan   
   by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)   
      
   ***   
      
   Alan at fifteen discovers he is gay and so he is sent   
   to live with me. What Fun. (Mm, ped, nc, huml, beast,   
   ws)   
      
   ***   
      
   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   
      
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