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Subject: Playing the Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story contains descriptions of sexual interactions between adults and minors. It is entirely fictional and only exists in my imagination. If you are not allowed to read that type of thing for legal, age or moral reasons, please move on. This story was inspired by an interview that I saw with a former child actress. In relating her “me too” experiences, she casually mentioned that she didn’t know of a male child actor who hadn’t been “molested”. Obviously, I’m against anyone being forced to do anything, but this did get my perv wheels turning and I figured that if it was so prevalent, then it must truly be an open secret and I dreamt up a way that this situation could exist and be perpetuated. As always, I love to get feedback, even constructive criticism, so if you would like to talk, my email is ail. You can also reach me on Wickr, my username is coloradotex, although I am not great about finding time to chat. Either way, interacting with readers is one of my favorite pastimes, so feel free to reach out about anything. If you like this story, check out my fty//gay/adult-youth/what-its-like-to-be-loved/ and if you like them, please let me know, especially if they take you over the edge, I very much enjoy hearing about readers getting off to my stories (since we’re being honest here). Please enjoy the tale of Gavin’s acting classes and thanks for reading, Tex Playing the Part 1 (m/b (11), oral, mast.) by Tex Colorado “That’s it,” I groaned, “dig in there, get my precum and suck it down. Ooh!” I gasped when he closed his lips around my glans and swabbed it with his soft, wet tongue. Looking down at the perfect face of the young boy, his joy at providing the service was written all over it, “Yeah, the smile is great,” I instructed, “show me how happy you are to have my cock in your mouth.” The boy beamed, so proud of his work, then slowly, inch by spine-tingling inch, he took my whole penis into his mouth and throat, then backed off and smiled at the accomplishment. “You’ve been practicing,” I said in surprise, “on who?” He smiled mischievously, “I was trained to have discretion and never kiss and tell,” he answered, exactly as he’d been taught. Petting his pretty head, I complimented him, “That’s a good boy, Gavin. Such a good boy,” I answered. “I think that you may be ready to head out on an audition,” I offered. “Really?” he responded, wagging my hard dick back and forth as he spoke. “Well, let’s see how we do and then we’ll decide,” I explained, then put a slight pressure on his head and fed my dick back into the beautiful mouth, “Oh, yeah, kiddo,” I groaned, “you’re gonna be a star.” The boy smiled as well as he could with his mouth full of mancock, he couldn’t wait to show what he’d learned ***** They came to me because I had the connections and the knowledge of how to get the best roles. My studio was small, it didn’t need to be large, I only did private or semi-private lessons, but the waiting room was lined with familiar faces. The young actors smiling back at my clients from their glossy headshots were all famous, and each was signed with a thanks to me for helping them launch their career. That’s why they came to me; they wanted to be famous. Well, at least their moms did. You know the type, they walk in dressed to the nines, heavy makeup trying to hide their aging features, and they have a child in tow that they’re pushing forward, telling me how it’s all their idea, their dream, “He’s always wanted to be an actor.” It’s all bullshit. Mommy tried, she wanted to be famous, wanted to see herself on the big screen, but fell way short (whether she knew it or not) of the thing, the “it”, that was required for that success. So the next best thing? Become the fussed over mom of superstar child-actor Johnny or Ray or Stevie. And that’s where I came in. I was, at the base, an acting coach. And in a lot of cases that’s just what I did; provide acting lessons. Not to brag, but those lessons were usually pretty effective, and the clients left my care as excellent actors deserving of any role. But they would never get the big parts. They would fail because of the thing that everyone heard whispers about, but most didn’t think was true. But I knew how the system worked. It was this simple: if you want the part, you have to put out. And those were the much more advanced lessons that I taught. The truth? In the end, those extra lessons worked every time. There wasn’t a child’s gleaming headshot hanging on the wall of my waiting room that hadn’t played the game, and I was the grandmaster at teaching them how to perform. Like a sports coach, I’d prepare them for hours and hours over weeks and months, and when we were done, they were ready for the big game. The difference being, the big game for these kids wasn’t played on a ballfield where the coach could yell instructions the whole game. Instead, it was played out in a locked office in front of one casting director and no one else. So they had to know everything, every possible direction that the audition could take, because at that point, they’re on their own, and I’d never let them go in there unprepared. Because, and many of you won’t ever understand this, I cared for them, and only wanted them to have something that they now desired. How did I know what they desired? Because I had been there myself. See, you may recognize me. Not the adult me, but the twelve-year-old me, star of “Easy Peasy”, a ridiculous sitcom in the eighties about a boy and a pet orangutan, which somehow managed to run for four seasons and eventually make me very wealthy through syndication. Even though I pull in a significant amount of money from my current endeavors, the show is what paid for the Ferrari parked outside of my nondescript little school. Did I know how things worked at that time? Not at all. I just loved to act, and I wanted to be a star. So that first time that I got a call back and found myself alone with a disappointed director who discovered my lack of knowledge of the game, I rededicated myself to doing whatever it took to get the parts. Something that may interest you; once I figured out the game, I loved every minute of it! That’s why, when the roles dried up as I grew through my teens into a good but not great-looking adult, I decided that helping child actors navigate the system where I had thrived might be my particular area of expertise. How do I separate those who are ready for the full course? Their moms again, usually. I’ve seen it stated plainly, “I’ve heard that he has to make himself available for sex,” but most of them hint around, “He’ll do anything that it takes,” or, “He’s a good actor, but I’ve head that may not be enough.” When these hints, or flat-out acknowledgements, come, I sign them up for the advanced program. I’ll give you an example. Gavin was brought in by both parents. Mom didn’t have the “possibly a hooker” look of most stage moms, so I expected that I was going to be giving the sweet boy the standard set of acting lessons. But I was surprised when it was dad who made the overture, “Could I have a word?” he asked as we were finishing our meeting, “in private?” “I’ll wait in the car,” his wife said, taking Gavin by the hand, “nice to meet you Tommy,” she said to me, using my childhood name that so many had a hard time letting go of, “Gavin is really looking forward to your lessons.” “Yeah!” piped up the cute eleven-year-old. “Can’t wait to get started,” I told them as they headed out. When the door had clicked closed, I turned to Gavin’s dad and asked, “What can I do for you?” He was quiet for a second. The exit of the mom and boy told me that this was planned ahead of time, so I was pretty sure where the conversation was headed. “Well, Gavin is friends with one of your clients, Dylan McGill. They took acting classes together.” Dylan was one of the faces on the wall in the waiting room. “Anyway, Dylan said that to get the parts, Gavin needed to go through your advanced program.” I waited to see if he had more to say, but he left it there. What he was asking for, whether he knew it or not, was entirely possible. Gavin was cute, photogenic and had a great personality. Of course, so did thousands of other kids, so if I was to give him the skills to move ahead of those others, I needed more than hints. “What did Dylan say about the program?” I asked. Gavin’s dad hunted for the words, “He said that you knew how to guarantee that he’d get parts,” then he paused, hesitant as he took the leap, “and Gavin said that he’d be willing to do anything to get a part.” This would have been good enough, but he continued, “and Dylan told him everything that he would have to do, and Gavin is willing to do it.” That was good enough, especially since I wasn’t going to be springing anything on the boy that he didn’t expect, “Ok, then we’ll sign Gavin up for the advanced lessons,” I told him as I scrolled through my calendar, “a couple of notes, we’re talking about a much bigger time and financial commitment. Let’s see, I can see him starting tomorrow at 8.” “Oh, he has school, he can’t do anything before four,” he informed me. This was a common problem, clients needed to shift their paradigm of what life was going to be like, “Here is the issue; Gavin is at an age that he should be going for parts today, it’s a very small window to get going in this business,” I explained, “so it’s best if he treats this program like a job. We will hire a tutor and he will stop attending his current school. It will be the same as when he lands that big role,” I pointed out, making sure that he understood that, again, this is what it takes. “Um, ok,” he said, “I’ll have to make sure with my wife, but I think that it’ll be ok.” “Why don’t you give her a call, I need to know my schedule for tomorrow. I’m moving some things to make this work,” I told him, stressing that we weren’t messing around. He stepped out of my office to call her, then came back in while he was ending the call. “We’re all set, he’s really excited to get started,” he said. “Great, I’ll have the tutor get in touch with you, and we’ll see Gavin tomorrow. You can drop him off at 8 and pick him up at 2,” I explained. “Wow, ok, long day.” “Remember that if he’s going to be a professional, he needs to treat this like a job,” I emphasized. We said our goodbyes and I got to work making the arrangements and canceling a couple of students who were enrolled in my normal lessons. escort ankara Gavin was about to become my top priority. The tutor was a surprisingly important part of the training. They needed to do their job and teach reading, math etc., but they also served as practice subjects for our lessons. Ronnie had been with me for years, and he was the perfect choice for this assignment. He was good looking and very forgiving as his students learned how to perform. The key to this, the thing that I had to find out for myself as a boy, was that the people doing the casting aren’t interested in teaching kids the ropes, so to speak. They will give the part to the boy or girl who does the things that are expected of them, with the knowledge that they will continue to do those things throughout the production. Now, I haven’t been using the most explicit descriptions of this activity, though I doubt that anyone doesn’t understand what we’re talking about. But in the spirit of total disclosure, this is what is expected at an audition: -be flirtatious and touchy with the person doing the interview -follow their oftentimes subtle lead as to the next step -happily remove the interviewer’s clothing -happily engage with the interviewer’s genitalia by the most pleasurable means available -allow yourself to be disrobed -allow yourself to be pleasured -finally, and most importantly, allow them to penetrate you I’ve yet to hear of a successful audition that didn’t end this way. Why? Because you aren’t just doing a “favor” to get a part. No, you’re auditioning to keep the top people happy through the entire shoot of the movie, or even more importantly, a whole series. Some projects don’t have a lot of kids, so if you have to pick the one that you’re going to get to play with for the next several months to several years, would you pick the one who says, “I don’t really like it in my mouth, but I’ll use my hands, is that ok?” or would you rather have the one who is overjoyed to slobber all over your big cock before moaning and announcing his joy as you penetrate his tender little anus? That’s what I think too. These people have no interest in doing the type of training or preparing of the children that has become my life’s work. They want experienced children, and I’m happy to provide them. I had one more client that evening. He was just there for a check-in, one of my more successful clients, he was currently part of an ensemble cast on Nickelodeon. “So the new Swedish kid, he’s getting all of the attention. Nobody wants to spend any time with me,” he complained. “How about we work on a new technique,” I offered, “how is your gag reflex?” “My what?” “I think that we’ve found our secret weapon,” I suggested. We spent the better part of an hour working on desensitizing his throat. First we used fingers, his own, then mine, and gave him relief whenever he gagged. I believe that you stop learning if you try too hard at one time, but we did try a couple of rounds of the real thing. He was a character actor, picked for his unique looks, but seeing that red hair and freckles surrounding my penis was a sight that I had missed. We managed to take three or four literal stabs at it, before he went to work in earnest and relieved my overexcited balls. Preparing for Gavin the next day had me all kinds of turned on, so I was very thankful for the respite! ***** The next day, I opened the studio early to prepare for Gavin’s arrival. Things would go slowly, something that was adjustable considering how quickly skills were attained and attitudes molded. While not every person that he would interact with on a job will be his favorite, it was important that he like and trust me. That would help things to be fun, because in the end, they were. And there was no reason that it couldn’t be a joyous experience for the child as much as it is for the adult. The first step today would be to get to know each other, and for me, to get an idea of where Gavin was on the spectrum of knowledge and experience about sex. And, of course, more specifically about gay or pederastic sex. When his mom brought him in and left him in my care, he couldn’t have been more courteous, happy and willing to work. This was going to be a great assignment, I could tell already. We started simply, me asking him to come over and sit with me in the office chair. We squeezed in side to side, and he seemed perfectly fine with the closeness. “Ok, Gavin, I’m going to ask you some questions to see where you’re at and we’ll go from there.” “Ok!” he responded cheerily. “Ok, great,” I said. Now I planned to take things slow, but I did need a baseline, so I went for the big question right away. “So, Gavin, tell me what Dylan told you about our lessons. And when I say that, I don’t want you to answer, `he said that I should take advanced classes.’ I need you to tell me everything that he told you and how you felt about it.” Gavin looked worried, so I explained, “You won’t get him in trouble, there isn’t anything that Dylan told you that I don’t know, remember, I taught him all of those things.” Although that wasn’t quite true, Dylan had actually come to me with a decent amount of experience, much more than his parents realized. He had some basic tutoring in how men can be pleasured by a rich uncle. Said uncle had then happily ponied up for my acting program, obviously recognizing the pleasurable benefits that he would likely partake in on a regular basis. When Dylan was in the seat with me on his first day the way that Gavin is today, it wasn’t one hour later that he announced, “I already know how to do that!” and dropped to the floor between my legs to demonstrate his rudimentary oral skills. “Well, um, he said that men will touch you,” he said shyly. In response I began to click through some folders on the computer. I had a very large and vivid screen, and I found the folder of photos and videos that I was looking for. The folder was labeled, “Gavin,” but all of the file names either started with “Dylan” or “easy-peasy”. I opened one with each name, a full bodied picture of Dylan, fully clothed, and the same of me at their age. “Do you know who that is?” I asked, pointing at my childhood publicity shot. “Yeah!” he said excitedly, “that’s you! I’ve seen all of your shows.” “Well, I’m sorry about that,” I joked, the shitty quality of my series had come to be considered an undisputed fact. As they say, it “hadn’t aged well.” “I like it,” he said with surprising conviction. “Wow, you are a good actor,” I teased him, “because nobody actually likes that show.” Gavin laughed, unwittingly admitting as much. “Ok, so do me a favor, on the picture of Dylan, I want you to show me where you think that he’s talking about being touched.” This had the feel of a police interrogation about bad touches, but it served as a starting off point. Gavin tentatively reached toward the screen and touched it where Dylan’s groin was and then quickly removed it as if he’d actually grabbed his friends package. “It’s just a picture,” I told him, “he won’t be offended if you touch him somewhere private,” to which Gavin giggled. “If it’s easier, you can point to my picture, you can touch me anywhere that you like,” I told him with a smile, hoping to imply that I meant in real life also. Gavin laughed a little and said, “Ok.” “Ok, so that’s correct, now what else did Dylan say happened?” I prodded. Gavin was looking down, and then very softly said, “They use their mouth, you know, on his thing.” There were times when I would have asked him to speak up, but this outgoing boy being shy about saying something dirty was very sexy, so I let it go. “And have you ever seen that?” I asked. Gavin’s eyes were huge, “Um, not a kid,” he said, “but I’ve seen stuff online.” Thank god for the internet, it made my job much easier. “Ok, here’s how this is going to work,” I told him, “we’re going to talk about something, then I’m going to show you a picture or video of that, and then we’ll talk about what you’ve seen.” “Wha, uhm, ok,” he was able to get out. “Now we have our two participants,” I said gesturing to the screen where Dylan and young me stared back at us, “we can watch either, or both,” I explained, “so which would you like to see now?” Gavin looked confused, “So, if I pick Dylan, you’re going to show me Dylan getting that done?” “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I replied, “so who will it be?” Gavin stared at the screen for a long time, and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he want to see his friend naked? Maybe he was embarrassed for him. Would he feel uncomfortable asking to see me naked, even though it looked like a completely different person? Finally he cautiously raised his finger, then quickly tapped the screen over my picture. This was good, because I had a video that started well for a first-time viewer. I smiled as I located the file. Beyond the name, the filing system was only known by me, each number in the name indicating a sex act, a partner, a location, and an age. Finding the video that I wanted, I turned to Gavin and said, “Are you ready, pal?” “Yeah,” he said as he stared at the screen, his voice dry and almost inaudible. I double clicked on the file and the video program started up followed by the actual video. I knew if Gavin had actually watched my show like he claimed, he was in for a big surprise. The video started on my face, my eyelids looked heavy and they were matched by my breathing. Of course there was a sound that was unmistakable to anyone with any sexual experience. Confirmation of any suspicions of what the slurping and smacking off camera were, came from my own lips, “Oh, daddy, you suck me so good,” young me groaned. Gavin gasped, “Is it your dad?” he said quickly, “doing that?” “Sort of,” I teased, then told him, “just keep watching.” The composition of the shot was pretty good, which should be expected because the show’s director was doing the camerawork. He panned out to show the expected; a grown man hovering over my groin, his perfectly coiffed head slowly rising and falling. Then he stopped for a moment and looked up at me. The camera used the opportunity to move to the side and capture the man in profile. “Mr. Gordon!” Gavin gasped, recognizing Hank Jacobs, the veteran of so many sitcoms and currently (at the time of the video), supporting me in the role of my father, Jerry Gordon. Seeing my penis for the first time as Jerry absently stroked it, Gavin looked at me esenyurt escort and at my groin, realizing that he was seeing all of me, and probably realizing that he’d be seeing present-day me pretty soon. When Jerry went back down to work on my preteen cock, Gavin’s eyes were like saucers. “What you expected?” I asked after letting him soak it in. Turning to me a little, but only looking away from the screen for a millisecond, he said, “I guess, but I guess that I didn’t really believe it,” he explained. We both turned our full attention back to the screen where I was wriggling around on the couch, in the producers trailer I may add, and Gavin couldn’t have been more absorbed. We sat silently as my young self enjoyed the amazing talents of the man, cooing and moaning as I approached my immature peak. When I dropped over the cliff and writhed and screamed through my preteen cum, I took pleasure in the stunned amazement that was written all over Gavin’s face. As soon as I came down from the orgasm, my costar looked up at me and said his tag line, “You sure are a good boy,” and smiled at me sarcastically, then I responded with my own line, repeated cheesily each episode of the series, “Easy-peasy, daddy!” Both of us throwing our heads back in fake laughter and freezing like they would do when they edited the show together, our stupid grins behind the rolling credits. When we broke character and unfroze we laughed like little kids, which was appropriate for one of us, and was actually a bit of acting on my part because it was such an old joke, but it pleased Hank and that was what mattered, a lesson that Gavin would learn very soon. I stopped the video and closed it, returning us to the two pictures and the list of files. “What did you think?” I asked, watching him intently for any negative reaction. His face was blank, a look of shock, but he surprised me when his response was reaching up and tapping the picture of his friend and saying quietly, his mouth dry, “Can I see his?” This was perfect on lots of levels; he was interested, he liked it enough to want more and, in the video that I planned to show, I was the one doing the blowing. Hopefully that would help plant the idea that it may be something that Gavin would be interested in trying. “Sure, buddy,” I answered, clicking the file, “anything that you want.” This one wasn’t as professionally shot, the still frame that opened was a static shot of Dylan’s full body from the side, nothing to be slowly revealed this time, his cute boner was right there, pointing slightly away from his prone body but mostly up at his face. Gavin appeared shocked again, I had been wondering if he and Dylan had played around, both being very precocious, but his surprise at seeing the boy’s body told me that it was his first time. Dylan was looking down at something, which was revealed as soon as I hit “Play”. “Yeah, come here and suck me off,” the boy ordered immediately. When my head appeared in the picture Gavin gasped and looked at me quickly then back at the screen. It was obvious that I didn’t have a shirt on, my bare shoulders obvious as I laid down at the boy’s midsection and took his little cock between my fingers. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” he barked. “Yes, sir!” I responded quickly, then held his dick upright and slid my lips down the smooth hard shaft. I paused the video, my lips pressed against Dylan’s balls and pubic area. “The point of this video is to show you a blow job,” I explained to Gavin, “but we are role playing. Some men, often the really powerful men that you will meet, like to be degraded. That’s what we’re practicing.” “Ooooh, I wondered why he was being so mean,” Gavin responded. “Just focus on the dick sucking,” I told him, “the other stuff is for later,” and restarted the video. Even though I get to have lots of these experiences, I still remember every one and watching the video always put me back in the moment. I could remember Dylan’s really beautiful and hard little penis, how it felt between my lips, how he tasted, even the pheromones of boy wafting up from his nether regions. “Fucking suck it, bitch,” the child on the screen ordered, which was always odd to hear since Dylan was about the sweetest little boy that you’ll ever meet. Gavin giggled at the bad and aggressive language, probably having the same realization about his kind friend. Hollywood is very competitive, so it takes a pretty nice kid to tell your friend how to start competing for the same parts by coming to me. But even though it was funny to him, Gavin was still enraptured, keeping his eyes glued to the screen when I noticed some movement in the chair. Sneaking a peek, I was pleased to see that Gavin was using the edge of his palm to press hard into his groin, rubbing slowly and firmly against his childish genitals. When Dylan came, the second time that Gavin had witnessed that in his life, he seemed very antsy. I let the video play for a moment, because I knew what was coming next. On-screen me began to crawl up Dylan’s body, stopping to get a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I wanted him to see that, but I waited another second until I moved up farther, my body on its way to his head for the next round, and paused as soon as my lower half started to come into view. Again I received another gasp from Gavin, because, on the screen, it was apparent that I was completely naked and finally, a side profile of my erection was presented and that’s where I paused the video, letting the boy take in the sight of my cock that would soon be so familiar to him. “I see your penis!” Gavin said in shock, then looked back at me, at first concerned, then overjoyed. I just chuckled and moved on, best to act as if seeing the image of your acting teacher with a huge hard-on as he hovered over a naked child was the most normal thing around. “What did you think of the videos?” I asked. “They were so great,” he said honestly, “I can’t believe that’s real.” “That’s a very encouraging reaction,” I explained, “that you’re interested in these things and seem to like seeing them is a good sign.” Gavin gave me a proud smile, his cute face lighting up. “Now, I noticed that you were rubbing yourself while you watched,” I observed, the boy’s cheeks glowing red with embarrassment. “I, but I…” he started to plead. “It’s ok, it’s actually good,” I said, trying to ease the mood, “can you tell me what you were thinking when you were doing that?” “Well,” he started right away, “part of it was seeing how much you liked it in the first video, same with Dylan, he looked like he loved it,” he told me, “and then I thought, since it’s you, you know, sucking him,” then he looked down at the floor as he finished, “then I thought that you’ll probably suck me sometime and that’s when I started rubbing.” I was surprised by his admission and, even though I never anticipated getting this far today, I realized that it might be good to take a plunge. “So that means that you like that idea, right?” I asked, just to make sure that it would be ok to push a little. He nodded his head, “Mmm hmm,” he answered, “it seems really exciting and it made me get a boner,” he finished shyly. “That’s really honest, Gavin,” I complemented him, “that kind of honesty will make all of your training easier.” He looked up at me and smiled so I continued, “Do you want to try? We can try today if you’re ready,” then I decided to throw in some extra flattery, “that would be really advanced, you’d have to be one of my top students to do it this fast. Does that sound like something that you want to do?” This was a little unfair and selfish, but this unexpected acceleration of things had me very excited. As I’ve mentioned, sex with a child is never blasé, so my little head was allowing me to be a bit manipulative. I had given him no choice, there was no way that an ambitious young actor would refuse to take advantage of an accelerated course of action. And it worked, because Gavin didn’t even hesitate, “Yeah, I want the same things that Dylan has,” he said confidently. I wasn’t clear if he meant that he wanted Dylan’s career or his sex life, but it didn’t matter, either one worked for our purposes. “That’s great,” I breathed, “stand up, ok?” I instructed him gently and he popped up and stood in front of me. He was smiling and eager, and so cute as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was so at ease that I felt an urge to give him a kiss, but decided that may jeopardize the introduction that I planned, so instead reached out with both hands and ran them down his arms causing him to shiver at the light touch on his bare skin. His mommy had dressed him up a little, a pressed polo and creased khaki shorts knotted with a belt, which I settled my hand on and began to loosen. Gavin stared down at my hands as I worked. His excitement was obvious, his erection tenting his fancy shorts. I couldn’t help myself and took a small detour to close my fingers over the cloth covered shaft and gave it a quick squeeze, Gavin gasping in shock, then actually making a sound close to a groan. I grinned and he returned it with a lip-biting, naughty look as I resumed my work on the snap of his shorts. When they popped open and I lowered his zipper he instinctively made a protective grab at the waistband of his shorts. “Gavin,” I said calmly, “you are a beautiful boy, like top one percent, so you should be proud to show off your gorgeous body,” I explained, “and being comfortable with that is a very important part of our work, ok?” I asked to gain his consent. “Ok,” he said with a little less assurance and let his pants go. Continuing my happy task, I easily relieved him of his shorts, leaving him standing in his polo shirt and tented Gap boy briefs with cartoon stars and moons on them. Loving a good juxtaposition, the sweet innocent undies being pushed out by his dirty little cock was hugely erotic. But the moment of truth was here, time to see what Gavin had to offer and if the perfection of the rest of him was matched by what was hidden in his briefs. Making slow work of the delectable task, I pinched a bit of fabric on either side and pulled down gently to start the de-pantsing. I’m a sucker for a bare pubis, and Gavin’s was a thing of beauty; baby smooth, flat but somehow puffy, the v of his body disappearing into the shorts as his cock was pulled down, his entire pubic area laid out in front of me down to his hidden cock root. eskişehir escort I paused to drag the backs of my fingers lightly across the forbidden skin and Gavin had an obvious chill run through his body at the touch. His breathing was deep and loud as he anticipated his revelation almost as much as I did. Pulling a little more, the top of his hard shaft came into view, grabbed by his underwear, it was being forced into an unnatural position, pointing almost down as a cute dimple appeared at its base before it became too much to contain and flew out, pulsing as it pointed up at its proud owner. It was three inches long, cut and about as thick as the boy’s thumb. As I lowered them farther I got my first sight of his sack, loose and holding an impressive sets of nuts, not obscenely oversized, but slightly large for a boy of his age and penis size. They might as well have a tattoo on them that said, “Please suck on these,” because that was all that I could think of for a moment, staring at his delightful package while I lowered his briefs the rest of the way down and off of his feet. Sitting back up, I told him, “I knew that you’d be beautiful,” as I traced my fingers along the marble-white surface of the boycock. Gavin moaned a little bit involuntarily, a musical sound that I was eager to hear again. “Hop up here,” I said and tapped my desk then hooked my hands under his armpits and helped the child to scoot his bare butt onto the cool wooden surface. Happily for me, this was only the latest in a very long line of cute butts that have been pressed against this surface over the years, but few were as sexy as this one. I was still sitting which gave me great access to stroke along his thin, bare thighs, the slightest bit of down the only mark on his silky skin. Gavin was sitting up watching me, so I ran my hands up his legs, moved to the side to bypass his genitals, then up under his shirt onto his taught belly and applied some pressure, “Lay back and enjoy it, baby,” I told him. Lowering himself to his elbows and then fully to his back, the boy looked up at the ceiling while he waited for my touch. I paused to admire the beauty of the child. I absolutely love boys, their silliness, their cheekiness, even their testosterone driven idiocy. But the thing that I like the most is their body. I wish that I could tell you that it was the other way around, that my thoughts were pure, but that would be a lie. The truth is that I adored every smooth inch of boy, from his toes to his legs and his smooth sex organs, the little chest, bare armpits and slim neck. Their faces, so varied, but so inviting. That was my thought as I slid my hands back up his splayed legs until I reached his penis and handled it properly for the first time. Gavin sucked air through his teeth when I started to stroke his perfect boner, his butt clenched and he raised up at the surprise of the touch then he sunk back into the desk and surrendered. With his legs dangling off of the edge I was able to slide right up between his legs. Not my normal practice, but when I saw those hairless balls hanging down over his taint I couldn’t help but start there. Leaning in, I got behind his sack with just my tongue and licked forward, tracing a line between his young eggs to the front then proceeded to drag my tongue all around his scrotum, taking the balls inside my mouth and swishing them around individually. “Holy crap,” he blurted and lifted his head, “you’re licking my nuts!” Then he covered his mouth as if the mild, almost-swear would get him in trouble considering what we were doing. As with everything so far with Gavin, it made him more adorable. I pushed his testicle out of my mouth with an audible slurp and answered, “I sure am, what do you think?” “Oh my god, it’s, it’s…” then I interrupted his search for words by taking his dick back between my fingers, pulling it toward me and licking the small, silky glans, “Oh!” he almost cried when I flicked his cocktip and he collapsed back and sighed. I was encouraged that this was such a sexual boy, since he seemed to be loving every second. He had a boy’s unbreakably hard dick and it pulsed in my mouth when I took it in me to the root. “Whoa!” he blurted, “man that’s nice,” he told me honestly, “you must be the best ever.” I laughed to myself at his unabashed compliment. He may have been putting me on, he was a quick learner so he may have picked up the lesson from watching Dylan but I didn’t think so. To me it was an honest, unreserved statement of pleasure from a horny little boy who had just watched two other boys get sucked to satisfying orgasms and was now well on his way to his own. Knowing that this wasn’t going to be a long blowjob, I set to work, letting the boy’s cocklet slip through my lips, the silky texture of his skin gliding so easily, his whole shaft quickly coated with my spit. Within seconds he was making small grunts each time that I would press my lips into his body, always giving a quick twirl around his shaft when it was buried before lifting again to repeat the most delicious cycle ever invented. Taking one break, I let him slide out of my mouth and returned to his balls. Lifting them with my hand, I contorted my neck to first see his bulging perineum and even the dimple of his asshole peeking from between his cheeks, then brought my tongue to the hairless taint and licked back upwards to the backside of his scrotum and around his twin marbles. I was in love with his loose sack, rare in a boy that age, and the difference was incredibly exciting. Usually I am able to stay reserved, but something about little Gavin was getting to me, and before I knew it, I had pushed my own pants down in the front to expose my penis and started to masturbate myself out of sight of the boy. The quick lap around his nut sack ended when I returned to his slim dick and sucked in like a straw. Gavin was cooing as I picked up the pace, his legs kicking involuntarily whenever I hit a more sensitive spot. My hand on my own prick was matching the speed of my lips and I was really getting into this. The feel of his cock enveloped in my mouth was such a turn on, for the most part because I knew how he was feeling and loved the idea of sending this sweetie over the edge. “Something’s happening,” he said breathlessly. Having lots of experience with boys this age, I knew that I needed to finish him before he got scared and pushed me off before he got off. Doubling down on the sucking, I started to gently handle his balls with my left hand while my right continued to stroke my own dick. For the briefest of moments I let him go to instruct him, “Just let it happen, it’s the best thing in the world, sexy,” then took him back to the root and set about finishing him off. He was almost silent, his moans disappearing into exhausted grunts, then I felt his hand touch the back of my head. Happy to see him take an active position, I almost came when his ran his fingertips into my hair and pulled down on my gently, encouraging my to take his cock as he started to barely perceptibly hump into my face. Fondling his loose bag I continued to bounce on him, the strength of his erection somehow increasing as he neared his climax. This must not have been a new experience for him because he didn’t run away from his impending orgasm, instead continuing to press into me and grunt louder and more desperately. My right hand was covered in my own precum and I was starting to doubt my own powers of restraint. When I was starting to feel the first indications of my own rise to the top of the mountain, Gavin called out twice, “Oh! Oh!” and his body shook while his erection swelled perceptibly, then it happened. I could feel the movement of his flexing cock as if it was a separate living thing when the first spasm of his orgasm arrived, the tip pressing into the roof of my mouth rhythmically as he continued to pant and grunt while his cock tried in vain to expel a fluid that was years away from arriving. His climax was so sweet and powerful at the same time, the child embracing his sexuality like I hadn’t seen before and I was ready to cross that precipice myself. Never had I been so completely unable to stop myself and when I let him slip from my lips, his wilting cock flopping to the side, I ran my hand around his smooth pubis, moving up under his shirt onto his tight tummy, rubbing in frantic circles while Gavin collapsed, his arms thrown to the side, his body laid out before me, completely free and sated. Pushing my desk chair away and standing over him, I made no effort to cover myself. It was unprecedented for me to be showing myself to a boy this early in his training, but I had lost control of my libido and stood over the prone preteen and jerked myself frantically. His head was rolled the opposite way from me, his eyes closed until he must have sensed the movement and came out of his blissful state, turning toward me and giving a small gasp at the sight of an adult man masturbating over him. But he wasn’t scared. A moment of surprised concern, then complete fascination as he watched my hand, purposefully craned his neck to see my swinging balls then back to my face and he actually smiled, “Are you gonna cum too?” he asked so casually that it made me move my hand faster, “I want to see that,” he said in a dreamy voice. I continued my stroking, my breathing ragged, my pace frantic until Gavin did something that I’ll never forget. It was nothing really, the tiniest move, but he took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, just to his chest, but exposing his tight belly and, to me at least, it seemed like an obvious invitation, deliberate. To me it said, “Here, cum on my belly,” and I roared as my climax hit like a speeding train. “Oh fuck, Gavin, fuck, you’re so hot, oh!” and the first shot blasted out of my cock with much more force than I was used to, splashing across his stomach, a straight line from bottom to top right across his belly button and Gavin gasped seemingly taking satisfaction from my pleasure. Then the next shot flew as I continued to groan and mumble nonsense, “Baby, oh so hot, fuck kid,” as the semen shot in ropes, covering the slight child with my seed. Six blasts later it finally slowed until the last drop required the help of my squeezing hand to force out. Regaining my breathing I took survey of the situation, Gavin still relaxed, smiling at me dreamily, my jizz covering his midsection, it was really magical. So much so that I couldn’t help myself and leaned over him, the boy looking up at me anticipating my next move and I leaned down and placed a gentle, closed mouth kiss on his perfect little lips. Gavin replied with a sigh as his body sunk farther into the desk, his limbs going limp in complete and utter surrender to me. Man, do I love my job!

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