Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 17:43:17 +0000 From: clever wag Subject: pranging a perv (part three) PRANGING A PERV (part three) Haven't been writing here for a while so apologies... This is the third part of a story about a boy's sexual realisations under the guidance of an older man, and to some extent about the man's growing awareness of his own true proclivities. This third part is told from the boy's point of view. The parts alternate. It is in every sense a work of the imagination and a fantasy. It will be very graphic and safe sex is not practiced. If such stuff offends you or you are not of legal age in your country please do not read it. It is your choice. I always welcome feedback and suggestions so feel free to email me at cleverwag@hotmail.com My other Nifty stories, which I am also continuing, are `A Professor's Greek Holiday' and `The Boy Girl Club'. I am also starting to upload these stories to my `Sensual Writer' website, which is http://cleverwag.sensualwriter.com Do feel free to visit it and leave comments there too. Thank you and enjoy... Dave Snow. Max's story continues: I'm with Ez having a munch in Burger King. It's gone two o'clock and Ez should be back at school as his school doesn't break up until next week but he can't be fucked, because it's so fucking hot. I don't blame him. I don't go to school any more, because I left when I was 16. Ez will be 16 in September I think, and he'll be out of there soon as he fucking can be after that... He's only good at one thing at school, and that's football. He's an ace striker, and he's having a trial for the Arsenal Youth Team soon. Maybe he'll become a big star, so school won't matter a fuck then, will it? We had to put our shirts back on when we came in here. Burger King doesn't allow shirtless. Why not? It's not like we're offending nobody or nothing is it? And if they say we can't go in there with our shirts off why don't they make the aircon work? It's like a sauna in here. Me and Ez we're sweating like pigs. There's a couple of mingers checking us out. They're like whispering and giggling and stuff. Ez knows one of them I think because he waved a bit when he came in here. He's probably fucked her, I don't know. Wouldn't put it past him. Ez isn't picky like me. He goes for anybody who fancies him -- and that's like most girls because he's fit. I don't mind them looking at me, but I wouldn't fuck either of them. One's got nice big tits but that's about it. Then my phone goes and it's a text. `I WANT UR BOD XXX'. It's from Holly. She's at school too so she's probably texting me from class. She likes doing that. We text dirty to each other and it gets her real hot, specially when she's stuck in class. It gets me hot too. She maybe shows the texts to the other girls, I don't mind. It turns me on thinking of that. All those classy slags from Camden Girls School reading my texts... So I texts back `WOT BIT OF MY BOD DO U WANT MOST XX'. She texts `ALL OF IT STUD BOY, WOT BIT OF ME DO U WANT XXX.' I'm showing the texts to Ez now. `Tell her you's with me,' Ez says. `Why?' `Coz she fancies me, I know...' `How d'you know that?' `Coz you told me she did innit...you said she said she thinks I'm fit...' `Nah I never...' `Yea you did...ask her if she likes black cock...' `Fuck off you kaka...' `Ask her if she wants me and you both to fuck her...' I don't mind if Ez fucks her. Holly is like a real school slut, even though she's real classy and a model. I don't mind who she goes with so long as they are fit lads like me and Ez. I'm thinking now it could be hot if Ez fucked Holly. So I texts: `IM WITH EZ...' I'm thinking she probably won't know who the fuck I'm talking about but she texts back: `MMMMMMM HOT EZ WITH THE BLACK MUSLS...' `There! See?' Ez says when I show him what she wrote. I'm getting hard thinking about Ez fucking Holly, not because I'm like gay or nothing, but I'm just thinking it would look good. I mean I know he's got a great bod and all...like a lot of blacks he is real toned and stuff... I text: `WOT SO U WANT EZ NOW AND NOT MEEEEE XXX'. She texts: `I WANT BOTH OF U XXX' `Tell her I got a big cock...' `She knows that already man, duh...' I say. Ez is grinning at the slag with big tits now. She's smiling back. He'll probably take her off and fuck her after he's finished his burger, even though he should be at school. He'll probably fuck her friend too -- even though she's an ugly slag. Like I said he isn't choosy. All I can think about right now is me and Ez shagging Holly. When Holly fucks she's real noisy, like a lot of classy girls. Ez will like that I reckon. `EZ WANT TO PUT HIS BIG COCK IN U...' I text. `IM WET COME AND FUCK ME XXX' I text: `WOT RIGHT THERE IN THE CLASSROOM HAHA...' She texts: `WOT CLASSROOM IM AT HOME...' Fuck. What's she doing at home, she should be in school. `WHY R U AT HOME BAD GIRL' `I'M SICK...' `AWWWWWW XXX' `COME AND FUCK ME STUD BOY BRING MUSLY EZ 2 XXX' `Fuck yea,' says Ez, reading the text, `let's go do her bro...' Now this is quality what's going on here. I never been in Holly's house before. It's one of those big ones in Canonbury Square coz her parents are well rich. I've never fucked Holly in her house because her mum and dad have always been around. Holly always says she wants me to meet them, but I never done that because I think they won't like me, being just a lad from the Market Estate. Holly likes me being from the Market Estate. She likes to call me stuff like `rough fuck boy' and stuff, specially when we are fucking. But I don't reckon her parents like rough boys -- even fit ones like me. `R U ON UR OWN...' I text coz I'm thinking maybe her mum's there or something. I know her dad's a lawyer so he will be out but I don't want to go round there dying for a fuck and finding her mum's there. `YEA AND MY CUNT IS WET XXXXXXX'. Fuck. We're out of there. Ez gives the minger with the big tits a wink as he leaves, and like a `phone me' thing with his hand by his ear. He'll fuck anything that lad... But now we're both off to fuck Holly. Soon as we're out of Burger King we both take our shirts off again. Well fuck it's well hot... I know I got a good bod and so does Ez know he looks good too with no shirt, so what's wrong with that? So with no shirts on we walk up the Holloway Road towards Highbury Corner. I'm hard as fuck so I can't walk proper lol... Ez is too I can see it under his kegs hehe... I never seen his cock like naked or nothing but I can see it's well big even when he's got jeans on... And Holly the classy slag keeps texting which doesn't help nothing. `WHERE R U R U CUMMING TO FUCK ME XXXX' `MMMM CAN'T W8 FOR UR MUSLS AND COCKS...' Then my fucking phone rings. I don't look at the name on the phone coz I'm thinking it must be Holly. But it isn't. It's Mr Bakshi, Ahmad's dad, who owns Bakshi Motors in Drayton Park which is where I work. I'm supposed to be there now. I'm thinking I should make up an excuse like my mum is ill or something. He's having a benny.`You are late back from your lunch,' he says, `there is a man here with his Saab who says that you have said that I will pay for repairing his car...' Fuck fuck. I've like almost forgotten about the bloke with the Saab that I pranged like last week, and who was perving me. Mr Bakshi nearly fired me when I showed him what had happened to the BMW 5 series that I pranged the Saab with. But Reggie, who's like the main mechanic there, put in a good word for me, saying to Mr. Bakshi that I'm good with cars and stuff. I think Reggie's a bit of an old gay perv too, he's always like looking at me and smiling. He ain't married or nothing. He lives on his own in a flat above the garage. But I still didn't tell Mr. Bakshi about the Saab and that I said to the bloke driving it that Mr Bakshi would pay for the damage. I suppose I thought the bloke wouldn't do nothing about it or something. Except I know he was perving me and checking out my bod, so maybe he's gone to the garage so he can keep perving me. I'm real horned up thinking of me and Ez fucking Holly, but I don't want Mr Bakshi to sack me or nothing, so I say to Ez `I've got to go back to the garage, sorry mate...' `So I'll shag her on my own then,' Ez says, `Canonbury Square, right? What's the number of her house...' `No you fucking won't,' I say. I don't want him screwing her with me not there. So Ez and me we turn round and go back to Bakshi Motors in Drayton Park. I haven't texted Holly that we're not coming after all so now she calls me, doesn't she? `Where are you, baby...' `Soz babes can't make it, I gotta go to work...' `Fuck work,' she says, `come and shag me...' `I'll come round later, `kay?' `I want to lick your hot body all over...' `Fuck, girl, don't say stuff like that...' `Well if you can't come where's that sexy black boy, I'll fuck him instead of you...' `No way will you,' I say. `Why not,' she says, `are you jealous or something?' `Yeah, maybe...' `Yeah well he's well hot with ace muscles, I bet he's got a big cock too...' `Yeah he has...' I say even though I never seen Ez's cock, I mean not like naked or nothing. `How d'you know that,' Holly says, `have you sucked it or something?' `No way...' I say. We're nearly at Bakshis now. It's so hot I'm sweating anyway but now I'm sweating more. Holly's well mad at me now.`Well go and play with Ez gay boy,' she says, `'coz I'm gona find some other fit boy to fuck...' `Fuck off I'm not gay...' I'm saying. `Yeah you are,' she says, `I seen you look at yourself in the mirror when you fuck me...' She's right there. I get real turned on watching myself fuck Holly or like any other girl. I like the way my muscles look when I'm fucking. That don't mean I'm gay though, just coz I like my bod. Anyway we're at Bakshi Motors now, me and Ez, and Mr Bakshi starts shouting at me so I have to cut Holly off. The perv's there. He don't say nothing. He's standing by his Saab with the dented passenger door and he's just looking at me. He's looking at Ez too. He's checking out or bods. I can tell. He's quite fit for a old guy. He's not like all those flabby fat old pervs at Hampstead Lido who like to look at me and Ez and Ahmad in our speedos when we go swimming there. He's got like a totally shaved head which is cool. He's dressed real caj too. He got classy expensive clothes.He's wearing a real nice purple shirt and some neat jeans. I reckon he works out. I ain't seen him at the Sobell Sports Centre where I go to tone my bod. He's rich though, so he probably goes to a private gym. `Put your shirts on when you are in my garage and in front of customers...' Mr. Bakshi yells to me and Ez. `No no it's all right,' says the perv, like before he knows what he's saying I reckon. He can't say it loud, it's like a squeak. He's looking at my chest. I always flex a bit when people look at my chest. I push my pecs out. I can't help it. It's like a automatic thing. He's staring at Ez's chest too. Ez has got a real good chest -- real defined and stuff. Like most black boys he also got sticky out nipples. He says he likes girls to pinch them when he's fucking them. I tell him that means he's gay but he says no he isn't. Ben Stimple that I knew once at school who is deffo gay said to me once you can always tell if a boy is gay if he got sensitive nipples. Well I got those, but I'm not gay neither. `You think my garage can pay for every time you crash into a car?' Mr Bakshi says. `You think I am made of money?' `No no it's all right,' the perv says again, still in that squeaky voice, `I'll pay for it...' `No I cannot allow that...' Mr Bakshi says, `One of my employees does damage to a car then it is our fault...' `I think it was probably my fault as much as his,' the perv says, `I should have looked where I was going...' That's dizzy of him. No way was it his fault. I was doing like 60mph when I came out of Stavordale Road. It was me that wasn't looking. He must fancy me big time. He's staring down at my crotch now. I'm still a bit hard coz of what Holly was saying on the phone. There must be a bulge there. He looks away quick when he sees I've seen where he's looking. He wants to suck it I reckon, like all those queers do at the Hampstead Lido or at the Sobell Sports Centre when I'm doing the weights. There's no way I'm gay or nothing but the way he checks me out is sort of turning me on anyway. I'm getting harder. `Well we shall repair it for you, Mr. Roberts, and this boy will pay for the cost from his wages...' old Bakshi says. `Oh that wouldn't be fair...'says the bloke. `It's okay mister I don't mind...' I say. Fuck. Why'd I say that? That passenger door and maybe a bit of the front left panel and all is gonna cost like about three hundred quid. That's more than three weeks wages. NO fucking way is it okay. 'How much will it cost to repair...?' the perv asks. 'I will have to get an estimate but I think it will be four hundred pounds,' says Mr. Bakshi, the mean sod. 'Actually - 'says the perv, all posh - ACTUALLY - 'I think we can find a way to solve this' or something like that. And he gives me a sort of grin - pervy I'd call it, like a dirty old fucker who wants to get to know me better. I seen that look on pervs before. Ez is smirking next to me - I can hear him sort of giggle. Then the bloke goes on: 'How about it if I ask...' then he says 'Sorry I don't know your name...?' 'Max,' I says. 'Max,' he says, 'nice name...' 'It's russian,' I says, 'short for Maxim. My dad's russian.' I'm saying this, I reckon, coz some of the old queers at Hampstead lido have said its sexy i'm half russian, coz they say russian boys are fit. One ugly old fuck there said he'd been to russia and said all the boys there were gay and had well fit bods and they let him suck them off. Yeah well I didn't let THAT flabby old ponce suck ME off. Why am i trying to get this perv to fancy me more than he does anyway? I mean its pretty fucking obvious what he wants. It's just turning me on is all... 'How about...' he then says, 'I pay you to pose for me...' What???!!! Ez is like really trying to stop himself from laughing out loud. Yeah right, I'm thinking, the dirty poof just wants to see me naked. Like he's seen my chest and abs and biceps and now he wants to see the rest of me. Probably wants to do more than just pose too. I did some dirty photos for Holly once. She borrowed her dads 2000 quid nikon and we had a real hot photo session where she took like porn shots of me, undressing and getting hard and stuff. She did it all like it was a professional shoot, with lighting so it would show off my muscles and she even oiled me up. She did some cum shots too. She took the camera home and printed off the pics on her dads pc. Then she showed them to me. Fuck they were hot. I looked good. It was like a total uber fucking turnon. The perv can see Ez is trying not to laugh and I suppose I'm giving him a like wtf sort of look, coz he then says: 'No nothing like that...' Like what? I'm asking - like its not like I said nothing yet - 'I'm an artist, I like to sketch people, I think you could be an interesting model, that's all...' He's looking well embarrassed now. I can feel Ez thinking 'yeah right that's what all the pervs say' next to me. But I'm thinking fuck it why not? There's worse ways of earning money ain't there? Holly's always said I should be a model, like she is. She says I could do like catwalk stuff, and make millions, with my bod. I don't know about millions but if this perv wants to pay me that's okay by me. So I says 'how much you gonna pay then...?' 'How about what it's going to cost to fix my car and a bit extra...?' 'That's five hundred quid then,' says Ez, like a joke. But the perv takes him serious and says 'well perhaps not quite that much...'and Ez is like 'duh I was joking.' 'Yeah okay,' I says, 'I'll do it for the repair job plus fifty quid...' 'Done,' says the perv. Old Bakshi is looking like he don't know what's going on, the numpty, which is maybe just as well. He don't care, so long as he gets his money. Hehe he don't know he's pimping me out does he? Coz that's what it feels like to me. But fuck it, I don't know why but its getting me all horned up thinking of posing for this guy. 'Could you give me an estimate?' the perv asks Mr Bakshi. The stingy fucker don't need to do an estimate. He knows what it's gonna really cost, specially as he's probably going to make me work on it all night now. So with my labour, which ain't nothing anyway, and the paint I reckon it won't be more than a hundred for real. ' I think we can do it all in for two hundred fifty,' says Bakshi, which is a bit of surprise. What's made him all generous all of a sudden? He said four hundred first of all. 'I like old Saabs, Mr. Roberts,' he says then, 'I had a classic myself, an '86 red convertible, a very beautiful car, early turbo, they need to be properly looked after...' He's touting the guy for more custom, I can tell. He'll rip him off later, when the bloke comes back for something else wrong. 'Done,' the perv says. 'I'll leave you to it, how long will it take?' 'Two days,' says Bakshi. 'Don't make poor Max work all that time on it...give him a few breaks...' And he's out of there. I'm thinking, hang on, he says he wanted to make me pose for him, for a painting or whatever, and now he just goes, and I don't know where he lives or nothing. I run out into the street. He's legging it pretty fast up Drayton Park. I'm running after him. 'Hey mister!' He stops and turns. 'Oh hello Max,' he says, like he never seen me before or something. When he talks to me he never looks at my face. It's always like he's staring at my bod. And thats a mega turnon. I do what I sometimes do when the queers are checking me out at the Lido or at the Sports Centre. I run my hand over my pecs. I know they wish it was THEIR hands doing it... rubbing my muscles... 'So when you gona paint me then?' I asks him. 'Well I'll let you know,' he says. He can't speak hardly - it's that squeaky voice again. 'When I come back to pick up the car..I have some...arrangements to make...' What sort of arrangements I'm thinking. I reckon I know. He's probably some married old perv - got to get his wife and kids out of the way or something. Well he'd better not fucking go back on what he said. Otherwise I'm a couple of hundred out of pocket. He can't take his fucking pervy eyes off my chest and abs. It's making me so fucking hard. I'm sweating too coz its still over ninety degrees... 'Yeah right,' I says, 'so like in two days then...' 'Yes I'll let you know...' he says again. 'Bye Max,nice to see you...' 'Yeah see ya...' And he's turned round and he's walking away like he needs to get home quick. Probably to have a wank after looking at my sweaty muscly bod, I suppose... I'm so horny I got to go fuck Holly, and NOW. Fuck old Bakshi, he'll want to know where I've gone - well I'll switch the phone off and then go back there after I given Holly a good shag. I call her: 'Hello gay boy,' she says. 'Fuck off, I ain't no poof...' 'Come round and prove it then...' to be continued....