Perverts 'R' Us

Swim Coach - Part 6

By Kev Richards ( M/b, t/b, nc )

Wow. I am now up to six parts. I am sorry for such a long series. I did not mean it to become that way, but once you start telling a little, you just remember so much. I promise it won't be much longer.

Part VI

After a couple of weeks, Steve took a break from making me study and just simply used me and also took more pictures of me. This was pretty normal until one night when he was watching me. Somehow he convinced my mom that he was really into camping and wanted to expose me to it. She fell for it and we were heading out of town. The only thing was, we had no camping gear in the back of the car.

After about an hour we pulled into a cheap motel and he got out and made a phone call on the payphone. Then he opened up my door and told me we were spending the night here. Now of course I was figuring we were going camping and I asked him if we were, but he was pretty cold and just told me to go to room 6.

We stepped in and it had one bed and it smelled bad. Steve than handed me dollar and told me to go get a soda. I left and when I got back I found the door open. I slowly stepped in and then I was grabbed and thrown on the bed, slamming the door behind him.

I flipped over and saw a man with just a wife beater on and cutoffs. Steve was not in the room and the man tore some duct tape off the table and put it over my mouth. The man looked thin and young. I was scared shitless. The man jumped on top of me and started to kiss my neck and I felt his hand start to undo my jeans has he held my arms above my head. I tried to fight, but then he punched me in the gut. I was in shock and the guy had removed my shorts and then ripped off my underwear. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed one of my arms and had handcuffs already on the bed. Soon he had me secure and was sitting on my knees while he reached under my balls. He felt my ass plug.

"Oh, I see you were getting your pussy ready for me" he said as he ripped it out of my hole. He then brought it up to his nose and smelled it.

"Mmm smells like boy-pussy. I love boy-pussy, and I bet you do too." he smiled as he went over to the table and tore off another piece of tape. "But the major fun is making sure the boy does not know what is going to happen" as he put the tape over my eyes.

I felt the pain of the tape being ripped from my lips and then the butt plug shoved into my mouth. I tasted my ass and started to gag, but the plug was firmly held back in place by the tape. I could only breathe through my nose as I felt this beast of a man start to feel me all over. He was laughing and telling me how my body looked like a little girl; that maybe I was so much a girl I needed to get my ass opened for a man. I was scared, I could not do anything and I was wishing that Steve would help.

My masked intruder had now flipped me over onto my side and I felt his warm breath on my neck. His two fingers ran up my inner leg and stopped at my open hole.

"Mmmm I love your pussy, my fingers love pussy too" and he shoved them into me.

I was in pain. He twisted his fingers deep into me and then started to finger-fuck me hard. I mean Steve always did this to me, but this guy was really going at it. Soon he pulled them out and I felt his hard cock get pressed into me. He flipped me over on my stomach and started to fuck me hard. Even though my ass was getting raped hard, I started to think about Steve doing this to me. I could not move my arms or legs but I could feel this guy fully going in and out of me.

I had not felt this way since Steve first took my cherry. Soon I started to notice that either because of the rubbing action on the bed or just my situation, I was getting hard. Soon the guy rammed one more hard time into me, and my second man-seed came from a stranger I would never meet again. He pulled out and then he took the tape off my lips and removed my butt plug.

"Oh look it is now clean. Well I have another thing that needs cleaning" as he grabbed my hair and shoved his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I tried to fight back, but soon I knew I was no longer in control and my mouth for now would be his wash rag.

He started to get hard again and then I felt him ram into the back of my throat, shooting his load down my gut.

"You're a good pussy boy. Steve taught you well. See you later, love."

Then I heard his shorts get pulled up and the door open and close. I laid there still handcuffed to the bed with his cum coming out of my ass.

About 5 minutes later I heard the door open and then a camera taking pictures.

"Wow, he used you good," I heard Steve say as he opened the soda that I had bought and then reached over and took off my blindfold.

"So did you like it?" Steve looked at me still restrained on the bed. "Be honest".

I shook my head.

"Well it looks like you did," as he went over and started to play with my hard cock. "I knew you had to get the taste of being raped. I saw how much you liked seeing it in those magazines I showed you the other night."

"Can I please get out of the cuffs, Sir? They are hurting my hands." I looked at him and an evil grin took over.

"Not yet. I think you still need a good seeding, other than from Jeremy" he said as he flipped me over and took off his shorts. Without lube, he aimed and my bruised ass took another pounding. This time though I learned that I wanted someone else to be in control.

Now why does the name Jeremy sound so familiar?

Bait

After my brutal lesson that night, Steve figured it was time to use me as bait, you could say. He would start taking me to the pools on Saturday nights and whenever he saw a single guy going into the locker room, my job was to use the locker next to that guy while Steve watched (or took pictures) from across the locker room. While I changed I had to make it look obvious that I was watching the stranger's cock or play with mine to make the stranger look at me. It worked sometimes and if the guy took a keen interest (not as many guys as you think. Maybe out of 20 guys I did this to, maybe 2 of them would really watch me).

From those two guys (Steve would talk to them while I swam) I would later find out Steve would be pimping me out. One night about a month before my 10th birthday, Steve took me to a hotel and told me to go to room 314 and that I would learn another lesson there. I agreed and even though I knew what was going to happen I was still scared. I knocked on the door and a guy opened it, but I could not see his face. I walked in and there was a pizza on the desk and the guy looked like he was about 45ish. He was the same one that was really interested in me at the pool.

"Hi, you must be Kevin. I'm John." he said as he pulled up a chair.

I nodded and he sat down across from me.

"Steve told me that you are able to spend the night with me tonight and I want to take some pictures. Are you fine with that?" he said with his hands shaking. It was clear that this guy was nervous. I also saw that he had a wedding band on his ring finger that he kept stroking.

"Yeah, that is cool. Do you want me to just sit here or what?" I said as I grabbed a slice of pizza.

John grabbed a camera out of his bag and started to take a picture of me eating and then asked if I could take off my shirt.

I did and this was not so bad, considering my last time in a hotel room with a guy. This guy was pretty tame and during the 5 pictures he took with my shirt off I made the fist my master told me too. Soon I was out of all my clothes and John was done with his first roll of film.

I told John that I had to go to the bathroom and while I was pissing I heard him call someone. About 2 minutes later Steve showed up. He walked in carrying another camera and a video camera bag.

"OK, so you can do this without my face in the shots?" John asked Steve. Steve smiled and agreed. Steve did not act like my friend or a teacher, but I knew he was just there to take my picture.

"Take off my clothes, boy," John said, only he was more relaxed. So I went over and while he was standing I undid his slacks and his small cock was already sticking out the hole of his boxers. I then reached down and with clicking in the background I took off John's boxers.

"Suck me now."

As I put John's nasty cock into my mouth Steve took pictures of my face and me looking into the camera. I then tried to put on a show like those boys in the magazines did. And soon John was lying on the bed patting my head. Then he pulled my arm up and I was lying on his chest as he deep kissing me and fingering my asshole. Clicks of the camera were going as the video camera was recording on a nearby tripod.

Soon I sat up and Steve had brought some lube and laid it on the bed. I lubed up John's cock and aimed. Soon he was inside me and I was riding him.

Steve was still taking pictures of my face and my ass taking the cock. Soon I felt John tense up and curse out loud, then fall back onto the bed. His seed was now in my ass.

"Bring your ass to my mouth," John said between gasps of breath.

So I got off his cock and turned around like we were going to 69, but he grabbed my hips and shoved his tongue into my ass and Steve took a picture of him having my ass on his mouth.

This was weird and then I heard a muffled "Push it out," from John, and I pushed the cum he shot into me back into his mouth. This was a new level of grossness I never thought of. But then I was flipped onto my back and John deep-kissed me shoving all his spent cum back into my mouth and I swallowed it just to get the taste off my tongue.

I got up and ran to the bathroom while I heard Steve and John talk and when I came back I found John with his underwear on, but Steve completely naked on the bed with a hard cock. I had another cock to take care of. So I started with the cameras rolling behind me.

After my normal performance, Steve told me to get dressed and while I was in the bathroom cleaning up I overheard John saying that after the pictures were processed he would give him the other hundred.

Steve and I left the room together and once we were back in the car Steve opened the envelope that John gave him and gave me two $50 bills.

"Bet you never thought you could get paid for having fun, this is the joys of being young - you get to call the shots." Steve ruffled my hair as we pulled out of the hotel.

I could go into more depth about more experiences like this, but minus Steve, most of my job on my back was done without cameras and sometimes the guy was rough or kind and just wanted to be with a boy. I made good money that summer.

For the next 2 years, things were normal. I mean I learned more about man/boy sex. I learned more about voyeurism and how to take pictures or run cameras without being noticed. I learned what signs to look for in pictures or just general mannerisms to see if a boy was getting used by his dad or another guy (there are clues if you just know how to look). It was too bad that none of my friends were getting taught by their dads.

About the time I was 13 and a half I started to grow hair. Steve and taught me quite a bit about sex, how to seduce boys (which I had done and got good footage of me sucking their cocks in the old bedroom). My binder was about 100 pages thick of me getting fucked or me touching my friends. Then the worst thing happened.

My mom had been seeing a guy quite often for the last year and she had fallen in love. This guy was alright, but really just wanted my mom and maybe a kid for themselves. By this time I really did not care what my mom thought since she had pretty much started ignoring me once I was 10.

Jack lived across town and offered us to live with him. My mom agreed and much to my surprise within the next few weeks I would be leaving Steve behind. I was devastated, but Steve had told me that this day was going to come either by me leaving or Steve leaving me.

The apartment seemed empty the following day, just like my heart. Steve had called me to go upstairs and when I did I could see that he was tearing down the classroom. The binders had been packed up. The video gear was torn out and even the bed had been moved someplace else.

"Since you are moving out I think it is best that I should too." Steve said as I leaned against the wall where the photos used to be. "I have taught you everything you need to know before you step out. But before you go I need you to do something for me." He smiled and handed me a piece of paper. "Make sure to be there tomorrow night."

I opened the paper and it was an address that was about 2 miles away. "What is it, Sir?"

"Just be there."

Kenny

The following day I walked to the apartment at about 8:00 pm and knocked on the door. Steve answered. The place was small and dark, but Steve led me back to a bedroom where there were spotlights on a stripped bed and a 6-year-old boy was asleep.

"Who is he?" I asked as my cock was starting to harden.

"His name is Kenny, and his daddy left him before he was born. He needed some seed and I think you are ready." Looking at me, I knew what I had to do. I got on the bed with the sleeping child and felt up his bare chest and he licked his lips. Steve got behind the camera and turned it on. I was on auto pilot and I got off the bed and took off my jeans and shirt.

I then got back on the bed and rolled Kenny over. He must had been only about 3'8" tall, was only 50 lbs and had brown hair. He was only wearing some thin PJ bottoms and above him was a pair of handcuffs. I leaned over his sleeping body and started to kiss him. As soon as my lips were on his lips my 5" cock sprung to life and just as Steve told me I must make this child mine. I moved my hand down his chest as I felt his breathing start to pick up. He was waking up, but I did not care soon his baby blue eyes shot open as he saw his 13-year-old ravager on top of him.

He first tried to fight me, but I knew how to pin him down and jumped on him. He tried to squirm, but I broke our kiss and told him that I was in charge and if he screamed I would break his finger. This did the trick and I used one of my hands to hold his wrist as I used my other to find his jewels. He squirmed when I felt the small sack and the little pencil in his pants. This made want to rip them right off.

"You're in charge, Kevin. Teach your boy what to do" Steve said in the background.

This encouragement made my inner soul show and the years of conditioning started to peak through I grabbed Kenny's underwear and pulled them down all the way and using my foot I took them clean off. Kenny was lost in my eyes as he did not know what lay ahead for him. I straddled his body and removed my underwear. Soon, with him on his back and me on his chest, I held my cock up to his lips and could see his face looking at me with no idea what to do. So I grabbed his hair and smeared my pre-cum on his face. Then with one hard motion I shoved my cock into his mouth.

I had blowjobs from Steve and countless guys before now, but this was great. Steve quickly jumped up behind me and took more pictures and then I noticed he was gagging. Taking a page out of Steve's book I forced my cock deeper in with each spasm then Steve pulled me back.

"Take it easy. You have to be patient, also you need to make sure your seed goes someplace else," Steve smiled at me.

"Yes, Sir." I pulled out of the crying kid's mouth and started kissing him again.

I don't know why Kenny did not fight back, but I was kissing down his chest and in some place he must had been enjoying this, because once I put my mouth on the boy's cock he got rock hard. I then used my mouth and shot my finger up to his mouth and shoved it in, feeling his little tongue. Then I pulled my hand down to his crack and felt it up. Soon I felt the little rosebud and Kenny sensing what I was going to do, clasped his ass together quickly. It was too late; I started to press in and Kenny started to scream loudly as my first knuckle disappeared. He bucked his hips up, which allowed me better access.

"Shut up and relax," I yelled back at him. There was so much noise in that room I was surprised no one called the cops.

"That's it. Tell him you are in charge," Steve said as got another knuckle into the screaming brat. Soon I stopped and kept sucking him. This calmed him down.

"Flip him over and lick that hole of his." Steve told me while aiming the camera.

I flipped Kenny over and then spread his legs apart. He did not fight me when he found out how pleasurable getting rimmed was.

Steve got out the lube and started to lube my cock as my hands were busy and my mouth right on the boy's hole. I then walked up the boy kissing his neck and then aiming my cock up his crack while got up next to his ear.

"You need this. I am here to help you. You will become like me," I whispered into the confused boy what I was getting ready to do. Then I aimed my cock at the entrance of his hole. Steve moved the camera so Kenny's and my face was in the shot and then with a final buck Kenny screamed and I felt like a vice grip grabbed hold of my cock head. This was all natural.

Soon after Kenny stopped shaking I moved into him more and soon I could not easily press in anymore.

"Keep going, Kevin, It is hard at first but you should be able to go fully inside him. You have to inject your seed deep inside. There is no turning back now," Steve said moving the cameras around our two joined bodies.

"Yes, sir," I said. I moved my hands so they went under Kenny and held onto his shoulders as I rammed into him 2 more times. With the 3rd thrust, my balls now at the entrance of Kenny's body.

I was in so deep I could feel Kenny's rapid heartbeat. He was still breathless and looking out in the distance. I smiled remembering that is how I felt with Steve buried in my ass. Soon I started to fuck him. I would pull out and listen to his breath change. Then back in. Soon my little body felt my seed start to build up. I could not hold back anymore and started to fuck him unmercifully. Then with one final push into him my ripe pedo seed was spilling into a new boy. A future pedo for the training.

I could feel my cum swarm around my cock trying to find a way out of the kid's rectum. Then, just like Steve had done to me, I held him tight until all my cum found that small hole that I made when I shoved into Kenny. Soon Kenny and I were one.

"We are now together forever," I whispered to the whimpering 6-year-old. He must have felt all my seed pour into him. I pulled out.

Steve stopped the tapes and kissed me. "You are now fully trained," he said as we left the room.

Once we were out of the room he handed me my clothes.

"I have to go now. You and your mom are moving, and so am I. When you get back to the apartment, go in through the back door and go up to the classroom. You have to enter it through the hallway now. I am selling the place and it had to look normal again," Steve told me with a smile. "Inside there will be a box marked only for you. I love you, Kevin."

"I love you too," I said as I hugged him and kissed him one last time. That would be the last time I would ever see Steve in person again.

On my way home I thought about everything that had been going on in my life. I felt no remorse for Kenny; I knew he would be brought up right. I also started catching myself looking at boys that were playing in the park that I just walked by and soon I was back at the old house where Steve lived.

Everything I had known was gone. The old bedroom was empty, and I even went into my mom's old bedroom to find the mirror gone and if you looked closely enough you could see the outline of a hole in the wall where the camera wires used to be. I went upstairs. The kitchen was empty and the living room where I sucked Steve so often looked like an empty showroom with carpet. I walked back into the hallway where there was a new door. Opening it slowly I looked around and saw the window had the foil removed and the indentions of the floor where the bookshelf used to be were almost gone.

This room meant a lot to me. Then I saw in the corner was a box sealed up with tape. I opened the box and on top was a letter:

Kevin,

I have always loved you and I am glad that we have met. I am sure you are going to be able to hide this box from your mom, because if you don't there will be a lot of explaining. I knew that you would visit me tonight and hoped you liked your first cherry and now fully understand why I did what I had to do to you.

Once you read this letter I will no longer be at the address I gave you to meet us. It was an abandoned apartment and I do not want you to ever look for me. I love you and when the time is right I will call you. Hope you like the stuff and a trip down memory lane.

Love Steve

Under the envelope I found about 3 VHS tapes, 2 full binders with my name on the edge, a cassette tape, my old butt plug, the old camera, and a couple of magazines. I took all these downstairs and with my old radio still connected I played the tape:

"Hi, my name is Kevin and I am 7 years old. My boyfriend is Steve and he is my swim coach and he is 35. I want him to fuck me like special friends do and he is going to give me his seed. It is Friday 12:30 in the afternoon and I want him inside me." the small voice on the recorder said. Then continuing:

"Hi, my name is Todd and I am 9 years old. My boyfriend is Steve and he is my scout leader and he is 33. I want him to fuck me like best friends do and he is going to give me his seed. It is Tuesday, January 2nd 1981 2:36 in the afternoon and I want him inside me."

Then, "Hi, my name is Scott and I am 8 years old. My best friend is Steve and he is my teacher and he is 30. I want him to fuck me like teachers do and he is going to give me his seed. It is July 3rd 1980 9:00 at night and I want him inside me."

The next 5 recordings were all similar then came the last one which was very rough:

"Hi my name is Steve and my daddy is going to make me a man today, September 8th 1960. I am 9 yrs old and he said that I have to start my training. I love him and it is now my turn to be just like him." That was where the tape stopped.

Later I would play the VHS tapes and find them of me in my room or my friend pissing or even Steve fucking some kids in a different location. Needless to say, this little treasure I have kept forever.

The real honest to God epilogue:

OK, first of all I am now done and I am surprised to see you here reading this part. It took a lot of tissues for me to get this far. So what happened to Kevin and Steve?

Kevin went to live with his new step-dad and mom. He also drove past the old house and the apartment that he met up with Kenny at. Needless to say Kevin was a horny kid and soon started cruising the parks and found out he could make good money at it. That he did and by the time he was 16 had made over $10,000 until he quit and found out that old tricks don't get much more than that, and soon the cops were busting parks like crazy. He got his GED and then went into the military, got out, and is now working in a white collar job, fixing computers for a big company. Who knows he might be down the cubical hallway from you.

Steve found a new family to work with and ended up marrying Kenny's mom. Kenny needed some training after Kevin worked him over, but everything turned out fine and soon Steve used Kenny's mom for what women were meant for and she gave birth to a little brother for Kenny to learn on. Steve kept an eye on Kevin from a distance and made sure never to meet him, but when Kevin turned 15 Steve sent him a letter with a family picture of him, his new wife, Kenny and his new brother. Kenny had his left hand made into a fist with his thumb sticking out below his middle finger. But just like all good monsters, Steve made sure he could never be found.

Did Kevin use his trained skills again? Did he teach any others…? Maybe, or all this was a good story that got you off? I hope it did. If you have any comments or suggestions, please write to me. As I said, I love finding guys with similar thoughts.

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