Max was all 'tuckered out' being fucked twice in two hours and decided to sleep naked on Kent's bed while the perverts went back to the living room.

Kent and I were still naked and loved being so as we continued our conversation about the North American Man Boy Love Association, (NAMBLA).

"There are two levels to NAMBLA. The political side that publicly advocates man/boy love and the private side where the members throw sex parties and grow our membership by enlisting new pedophiles. That is where you come in."

My mouth slightly open as my mind wandered into the dark corners of a secret club where boys are indoctrinated into sex with men.

"Count me in. Earlier you said I had to bring a boy of my own into the club. Why?" I inquired.

Kent told me of their history, "There was a time when NAMBLA didn't have this rule and there were twenty men to one boy. A boy may last as long as three or four fucks before he must have rest and that left too many men just watching. It was decided many years ago that each man must bring at least one boy into the group."

"I can understand that. But that is the hard part, isn't it?"

Kent shook his head. "There are a few ways that we developed. Pedo men are a diverse group. We have all sorts of talents so we decided to come together and create a conspiracy."

"Sounds like Mission Impossible. Do you have a theme song as well?" motioning to Kent if he would like a beer.

While I retrieved two beers, Kent continued.

"Members of NAMBLA are accountants, businessmen, teachers from pre-school to college, scout leaders, ministers, and even politicians. If each of these people stood alone there is little hope of successfully seducing a boy. But if we work together it makes it much easier to do so with a smaller chance of getting caught. For instance. We targeted an elementary school nearby and with a politicians help we moved one of our members who taught fifth grade into a Principal's position while back filling his old job with another member. With some careful employee shuffling we now have control over the first and second grade classes. The nest of pedophiles in that school have learned to spot the boys who are susceptible to our sexual advances."

I point out, "Like the plains of Africa. The lion stalks the herd and chooses his prey."

"Not as crude as that but I suppose it could be viewed as such."

"I should have become a teacher." I said.

"They are happy over there. The Principal is attempting to fire the kindergarten teacher because we have a new member who wants to transfer to that classroom. We will soon have full access to all the kindergärtners too.

"Are there no plans for the other grades?"

Kent pointed out. "There is no need. The younger boys will age and we will continue to control them even out of school. So if you want a fifth grader you can have him because we trained him during the earlier years. Most of our members loose interest when the boy turns fifteen or so. The older boys will find even younger ones for the group and the orgy of men and boys continues.

I just had to know, "How do they turn a boy during class?"

When one of the boys is naughty the teacher walks the boy to the principal's office. But instead of taking the boy to the office he takes him to a locked room where the principal was already waiting. It's in that room where the process of seducing the boy begins. By the end of the week both principal and teacher would have fucked the boy twice."

"That's fucking hot! How many boys are they turning over there?"

Kent paused, "By turning, do you mean morally corrupting?"

"Ya, that's even hotter."

"Just under ten percent of the boys. If you think about it, doesn't that make sense?"

"What do you mean?"

Kent continued, "Ten percent is the number of gay boys in any group. If we find and molest the gay boys what chance is there they would complain? Now if we forced ourselves on a straight boy then the chances of him telling his parents increases as he gets older. But, and this is the important part. We also discovered that if a boy is repeatedly molested before he turns eight we can turn his sexuality.

It is scientifically impossible that when we breed boys of any age they cannot produce a baby. The way we propagate our pedo species is by the act of breeding very young boys. Our seed is not wasted on the little ones. Nearly 100 percent of those boys will end up molesting young boys when they get older.

"I like the sound of that. Corrupting the 'little ones' so they corrupt others."

Kent interrupted, "You've must have heard of NABLA's creed. 'Get them before they're eight, or it's too late!"

"Any chance that I can go to the principals 'office' to punish a boy?" I begged.

"I doubt it. Even though we may control that school it doesn't mean the other teachers aren't looking out for the children's safety. They may see you and raise suspicion. Once you get indoctrinated into our family you will meet some of the grade school boys and molest them outside of school."

"And for that to happen I need my own boy before you will allow me in." Pointing out the flaw in the plan. "I am not a teacher so I don't have the means to meet boys."

Kent shift on the couch. His naked body and limp dick still on display. "Do you have any criminal record at all?"

"None. Maybe a speeding ticket or two." I said.

"Good. Then the easiest way for you to find a boy is through the 'Big Brothers Association'."

"I actually thought of that but I am single and I didn't want to raise suspicion."

Kent snorted. "No problem there. We have NAMBLA members in that organization. I make a simple phone call and you meet with a planted NAMBLA member."

"This seems all to easy." My dick was hardening just thinking about having my own boy to worship my cock.

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Three weeks later I was dressed casually to meet a guy named Dave who was a secret member of NAMBLA but worked at the local chapter of 'Big Brother's Association.'

I sat in the waiting room with other potential "big brothers" when a large muscular man of thirty stepped into the room and walked directly up to me.

"Brent. Nice to meet you." Dave held out his hand as I looked up from the magazine, Boys Life.

"Good to meet you too." I shook his larger hand.

I followed Dave to his private office and he closed the door behind me.

"Sit, there is much to discuss."

I sat in the chair but I was puzzled about how he knew me.

"I never met you but yet you walked right up to me in the waiting room as if you already knew who I was."

"Kent and I watched a home movie of you and Max together. He was your first, wasn't he?" Dave inquired.

Now I was a bit uncomfortable. Talking about man/boy love with Kent was easy but opening up to a stranger was a little un-nerving.

Dave continued, "Your performance was spectacular. Max has been a great addition to our family

"I hope to be as well." I added.

"I am sure you will. Now relax. You and I share the same interests so there is no need to be nervous with me."

"Can anyone hear us from outside your office?" I inquired.

Dave looked around the room and assured me, "I wouldn't recommend shouting but you certainly can tell me in your normal voice your desire to rape little boy butts."

Dave reached out for the packet of paperwork that was sent to me via mail. I had filled out all the items including some very personal things.

Dave read through the paperwork. "Good! So far so good."

"There were a lot of questions. I hope I answered them correctly," glancing at the paperwork on his desk.

"I don't see any red flags that would cause any concern. We make every attempt to weed out the undesirables to protect the little brothers." Dave smiled at his own absurd statement.

I added, "You have to keep 'em innocent. Until..."

Dave rubbed his crotch. "Until..."

Each of us were remembering a boy we once knew intimately. But reality kicked in.

"Back to business." Dave said. "Now I have some personal questions that will never show up on our forms."

I shifted in my chair wishing I could fast forward a few months and skip all this crap.

"Let's talk about pairing you up with a boy. Do you have a preference to race?"

"White." And then corrected myself, "Sorry, Caucasian"

"We have more black kids than we do white kids. Are you sure?" Dave looked at me.

"Very sure. Not that there is anything wrong with black boys it's just that I don't find many of them suitable."

"It's good to be honest. We all have our likes and dislikes." Dave made a cheat sheet note for his personal file. If someone were to discover the sheet of paper and read it, it would look like a bunch of scribbles and never revealing what it truly meant.

"What about religious preference?"

"It doesn't matter." Then I thought for a moment. "it would be kind of sexy knowing that I was intimate with a choirboy at some Catholic church."

"They are adorable in those uniforms but let's increase your chances of sodomizing a boy by excluding religion." Flipping the sheet over, "What color hair and eyes are you most attracted to?"

"Isn't everyone in love with boys with blond hair and blue eyes? I'll take one of those." I directed.

"Good luck. We're out of stock on that model."

"In order of preference then... Blond hair, blue eyes then brown eyes. Or Brown hair and brown eyes will be fine."

I knew it may be slim pickings to get my ideal boy but if there is a choice why not make love to my fantasy boy.

Dave continued, "Do you prefer your boys to be skinny or with a lot of padding?"

"I won't even consider a fat boy. My engine races for a thin or even skinny boy."

"What ages?"

I thought for a moment. "The boy that gets me the hardest is a ten year old. I'll say ten."

Dave put his pencil down on the desk. "Do you mind if I make a suggestion?"

I lifted my hand as if to say please.

"If I were to match you up with a nine or ten year old you may find it difficult to get into his pants. I would recommend a younger boy."

"Kent told me your motto is 'Get them before they're eight, or it's too late.' Is that what you mean?"

"Exactly. The youngest little brothers our organization will accept for pairing is six years old. While NAMBLA accepts them much younger. If you were to choose a six or seven year old boy you will be able to enjoy him for three to four more years than if you were to choose a ten year old."

"You would make a great salesman."

Dave chortled, "around here these boys sell themselves."

"How long would the process take to find my match?"

"Because I knew you were coming. I slowed down the matching process. Other potential 'big brothers' are being denied a match until the family has a chance to choose our own. There are three that you may find interesting. I don't have any pictures but I can describe them to you."

My cock began to thicken inside my pants anticipating the boy's characteristics.

"The first candidate is eight years old. He has brown eyes and hair. Approximately 60 lbs and 4' 2" in height. He likes soccer and video games"

"What's his cock size?" I laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't get around to measuring that. Although I will recommend it in our next meeting." Dave jokingly said.

"The second boy is six years old. He is blond with green eyes. Sorry they weren't blue. He is about 43 lbs wet and 3' 6" in height. He is a little short for his age but he too likes soccer and video games."

"What boy doesn't like soccer and video games."

"That would be candidate three. He is a brown haired, brown eyed nine year old. He is shy and loves books. And because he doesn't play soccer he is slightly overweight, 83 lbs at 4' 5".

"The first two sound delicious because I don't like overweight boys."

Dave interrupted. "You are missing some of the information here. Shy boys are easier to turn once you gain their trust.. But this one is over eight years old so he isn't a safe bet."

"That leaves just the two. I am partial to blond boys but the eight year old is closer to my age range."

"Will you accept some advice?" Dave asked.

"I am new to this so, yes."

"Both boys are very cute. Both are active and have some body tone due to playing soccer. The older boy is somewhat dominant and could cause some trouble for us if not handled correctly. I would recommend the six year old both because he is under eight and he really is cute as a button. From what I could see the boy has a pert muscular butt on narrow hips. But that would only matter if if you are an ass man like me."

"Oh ya! It matters. I enjoy everything about boys. Their laughter, playfulness, cute little noses, flaccid and hard little cocks. But most of all I need to split their sexy little butts cheeks and force myself inside."

"So be it! The six year olds name is Ryan."

Dave handed me a letter of introduction including the boys name and address along with his mother's name.

"I will setup a time for you to visit Ryan and his mother." Dave said. "I would recommend that you do nothing to indicate your true intentions toward the boy. Be supportive and lie to the mother."

My eyebrows raised as he told me to lie.

"Tell her that you will be taking Ryan fishing, hiking, sports games and other manly things. She wants to hear her son will grow up experiencing those things."

"Easy enough." I said.

"You are inexperienced at seducing boys. Please don't do this on your own. It can backfire in a big way. Talk to Kent. He will explain the best way to flip the child."

I smiled at the word "flip." I envisioned actually flipping him over to rape his little ass but Dave actually meant flipping him sexually to accept pedo cock.

After shaking Dave's hand and thanking him for his guidance I left the office and whistled all the way home.

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The weekend came and Kent arrived at my house to discuss "the plan." We both sat in my living room.

"First of all, don't grab for his dick right away. The direct route is not the best way." Kent started.

I sat on my over stuffed chair listening and learning from a person who knows.

"For the first few months your job is to befriend Ryan and get him to trust you. Just because he is six doesn't mean he will bond with you. Show him a good time. Take him to movies, ball games and other fun things" Kent continued.

These were common sense instructions but I listened anyway.

"You want the boy to return to his mother praising you and what a good time you two had. She has to be comfortable with you too. She will trust you when the boy trusts you."

"I understand."

"The 'family' had developed a plan a few years ago that is very successful getting a boy to accept our sexual advances. We will use it on Ryan."

"Can you tell me more? Like what is the plan and how long will it take?" I greedily asked.

"I'll tell you more the day of the plan but befriend the boy first."

There wasn't much more instruction from Kent. I just needed to con Ryan and his mother into trusting me so I can betray them both later. I paused for a moment asking myself if that was the right thing to do but the mental image of trying my hardest to impregnate a six year old boy crushed any concerns.

In the mean time Kent had closed the curtains and began to undress. Moments later I was naked sitting side by side Kent watching a pedo porn of two guys spit roasting a boy. It turned out to be Dave and Kent both fucking Max when he was seven years old. Dave never let on that Max was his boy.

Kent and I were beating our man meat as Kent spoke commentary of the show. And as Kent described the feeling of fucking the boy I blew my load all over my chest as both men in the video filled Max to the max.

It was then that I realized I was no longer interested in watching pedo porn movies. I wanted to be the guy blowing his load in the boy on film and not blowing his load watching one.

Little Ryan has no idea What was coming his way. The sexually innocent never do.

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