Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 17:39:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Mr Horne Subject: Boys: How To Manual (Part II) As always: Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories (experiences). http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feel free to email me [ ILIKETHETABOO@YAHOO.COM ] and discuss this or experiences you may have had. Emails are my payment for writing. (Mb, Mbb, MWb, bW, bM, etc.) I could write a manual on how to get off with anyone. Obviously for this story it will be about things are that are not the societal norm. These will be short stories about how I have messed around with little dudes. Short Story II: Halloween I have lots of kids come over to my place during Halloween and hope to get some candy. I always like to give them a good scare. I like to confuse them when they say "trick or treat" and I say trick. Most of them have a confused look on their face, and I tell them to show me a trick in order to get a treat. Most of the time it is some odd talent, or the parents and I just have a good laugh. I always give them candy. I mean, after all, it is about candy. Once and a while I get those twelve to fourteen year old kids who are just starting to be too old for the game and they look really pathetic in what can only be said to be a horrible attempt at a costume. Most of the time they do not even wear costumes anymore. I figure more power to them. They know they want free shit - so great, go get it and fuck what other people think. One year I had two boys come to the door. I opened and had a muffled laugh because one was dressed as a hobo, but a more refined and wealthy hobo it seemed. The other literally had a dog chain around his neck that he held on to. I asked what they were after they said trick or treat in their squeaky pubescent voices. They had to be thirteen - max. The hobo was a bit chubbier than the smaller and defiantly weaker dog. The hobo said hobo. The other said a dog. Wow, original. Have some fucking candy, now go home and beat your meat and leave me the fuck alone. I did not say that, but I thought it. "Nice guys," I said. "We try," said hobo. "Getting lots of candy?" I asked. "Ya, kinda," said dog. "Or are we just scaring little kids and taking their candy," I taunted. "Nah, too easy," said hobo. "Nice, well I am going to go back to my scary movies. Have fun guys," I said. "Ya, you mean porn," said hobo. "Nah, that will be later tonight," I said blandly. "Really?" hobo laughed. At this point, I knew I could easily go anywhere. I figured I would have some fun. If nothing else, leave them with uncomfortable boners. Dog was still quiet. I could tell he was actually scared. Now scared because he could get in trouble with his parents or scared because of the topic, that I was something I did not know. "Hold on a sec," I said leaving the boys at my door. I left and grabbed a Penthouse magazine. I came back to the door and held it in my hands and flaunted it to them. Both of their eyes grew and I am sure there little dude dicks started thinking on their own. They both made "wow" noises. Hobo grabbed it first. "Doesn't your um, married?" hobo asked. "Girlfriend, and no, some of it is hers. She likes porn too," I said. "Kool," said dog finally. "Hey, you ever do one of these?" hobo showed. Hobo had the universal jack off sign with his hand, but was very elongated and his hands were open. I laughed, mainly because it looked stupid how he was doing it, and probably showed that he really did not actually beat his shit yet, but rather played with it. "Fuck ya, I love jerking off, don't you?" I came back at both of them. They just grinned and got quiet. They both looked at the porno for about a minute. I am sure they had boners, but with it being night and layers of cloths on for the poor excuse for costumes, it was hard to tell. I reached for the porno and snatched it quick. I grinned. "Hey man, we were not done," said hobo. "Hey, get your own little dude," I said. "Yeah yeah," said hobo. "Have fun guys," I said. I meant they should go and jerk each other off, but who knows. I am sure they talked about porn for a bit after they left. I could tell they were disappointed, but that is life. I wonder how long they walked around with boy boners. I did my job.