Date: Mon, 08 Aug 2016 08:37:46 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: Dirty Perv Boy 4 Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination DIRTY PERV BOY 4 by Boy Ahoy Mb oral anal ws b9 semi-nc Disclaimer: This story is total fiction. Don't let boys get a hold over you and make you play dirty with them. Put them over your knee and spank... No, sorry: Explain carefully that they should rather run around and play Pokemon Go in parks at night alone... NO! Shrug, walk away. You're the adult. Author's note: I have to be serious for a tiny moment here. In this chapter, a fictitious man gets fooled into playing rough with a fictitious boy. If you don't like that, you need to stop reading now. Also, donate to Nifty, your source of unending gayness! Or you will end up in a shack with your pants ripped and someone has their way with you. Alternatively, if you like having your pants ripped and someone having your way with you, donating to Nifty guarantees a satisfying pants-ripping and way-having in your future!* http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *(speeded-up voice) donatingtoNiftydoesnotguaranteeasatisfyingpantsrippingandwayhavinginyourfuture. OK, enough serious and silly disclaimers: On with the story: ______________________ I had thought that after the sex in front of his mother, I would get lots of free-for-all sex with Mark - after all, he had a hold on her. But nothing. I received one long, memorable video: Cameron and Mark had sneaked into school at night, and undressed in their home classroom, giggling. They had placed the phone at the back of the room. First, they went around and squirted pee on the chairs of their class enemies, Then they took turns sitting in the teacher's chair, with the other boy under it. The boys pretended to give class assignments while the other boy sucked the "teacher". Then Cameron looked at his watch, and said "Five minutes!". Cameron went to a bag and pulled out a jar of Vaseline, while Mark bent over the teacher's desk. A knock at the door, and the big sixth-grader Mark had sucked off in the toilets the week before, came in. - You faggots are fucking crazy, he said, but dropped trousers. He then proceeded to insert his cock into Mark and fuck him hard. - Yeah, faggot bitch! Fuck! he groaned as he used all of two minutes to doggie-fuck the nine-year old before cumming in him, pulling out, demanding that he clean it with his mouth, and scampered. - Did it hurt, Cameron asked, worried. - No, you do me now, Mark said, and turned. Cameron then laid on top of him, the chubby boy struggling a bit, then succeeding in inserting his smaller dick into Mark. This fuck was longer. The boys kissed awkwardly, neither boy having much experience, but after a while Cameron started huffing and hunching his hips faster. Mark held him tight, so he wouldn't slip off, and Cameron had his orgasm. He collapsed on top of Mark. He mumbled something, and I had to rewind the video several times and turn the volume up to max to make it out. - I love you, he said. - Yeah, Mark answered, curtly. They got off the desk. Mark stretched gingerly, his cock still hard, unfulfilled. - Fuck, I'll be black and blue tomorrow. He then went to retrieve the phone filming the scene, while talking to Cameron, but I had a feeling that what he said was meant for me. - I love being fucked hard. I wish someone would just kidnap me and fuck me in the woods. Click, black. I was so frustrated. Did he really want me to play rape him? It was on the list. I had no idea on how to do that. I had tried some BDSM play with a guy I had met only a few times, and it didn't really work. I just couldn't get into the staged domination-play. But Mark was teasing me, baiting me, and I knew he meant for me to be frustrated and angry. And I couldn't help it, I really felt the irritation blow up. He had me on a string. The day after, I received detailed instructions. Time, place, what do do. I found a small bag by my kitchen door. It contained a roll of packing tape. Friday night I was waiting behind a small power station bordering on the small woodland area in our neighbourhood. I had been there for fifteen minutes, hiding, feeling like a total creep. In the distance, the sounds of the city at dusk, remote sirens coming for me, I imagined. A woman trod past pushing a pram, talking on her cellphone. I waited in the bushes, sweating, my cock half hard in my sweat pants, hoping she didn't glimpse me between the sparse green growth. Then, a little past the agreed time at 7PM, I heard steps. I peeked. Mark was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, trying not to look at the bushes where he knew I was waiting. He passed the spot, and I leapt into action. Quickly, I grabbed him from behind. I had a strip of tape ready, and placed it over his mouth. I then pulled him into the bushes, with no resistance, and laid him down on his back. I was on all fours above him, and couldn't help sniffing deep. That Mark smell was unique. A nine years young small boy, unwashed, dirty, pissy, sweaty after a long school day. The scent went straight from my nose to my dick, making it swell, grow towards that dark, sticky boy grotto it wanted to explore. At that moment I just wanted to kiss him, fuck him right there, but his mouth was unavailable, behind sticky plastic. His eyes twinkled at me. It looked like he was smiling under the tape. I lowered my hips, rubbed my clothed big bone on his, letting him feel what was in store for him. - Are you sure you want to do this, I said in a low voice. He nodded twice. Then he rolled himself on his stomach, placing his hands behind his back. I leaned back, took the second strip of tape I had prepared, and put it around his crossed wrists, making sure it wasn't too tight. He could easily get free if he worked it a bit. I could hear steps on the gravel in the distance. We had to hurry. He tested it, seemed to be satisfied, then rolled to his back again. And then something that wasn't in the script: He kicked me in my fucking nuts. Hard. I saw stars, and doubled over. Mark wriggled to his side, got to his feet with some difficulty, and ran into the woods. - You fucker... I groaned, cupping my unsuspecting, aching balls. But I knew I had to run after him quickly, or lose him. I got to my feet, and rushed in between the trees. I couldn't see him! It was dusky by the road, but here it was dark, cooler. I stopped, listened. Crack! My head twisted quickly, a fox on the hunt. A glimpse of light grey hoodie disappearing behind a tree. That boy had some speed! I ignored the ache in my balls and ran. He lead me on a wicked chase, disappearing, waiting until I had spotted him, then running quickly and silently towards a goal I didn't know. I wasn't used to running so much, and soon I was out of breath and full of adrenaline, ball pain and a growing anger. Why did he make it so difficult? Couldn't we just fuck? My sweat ran down my back and gathered in my ass crack. I considered stopping to remove my sweater, but didn't want to risk losing him. After something that probably was ten minutes of frantic chase, but felt like an hour, I stood, panting, not knowing where to go next. I put my hands at my sides and turned slowly, trying to spot his light grey sweater in the falling dusk. There! Something angular, man-made. Or boy-made, as it turned out, when I broached the clump of trees and brushes around it. It was a small play shack, obviously built by kids with found plastic, planks, rope and old nails. There was detritus around it, beer and soda cans, paper, waterlogged magazines and the mess of the young around it. This must be where he was headed for the final "scene" of his rape play. I tip-toed closer and peeked inside the "door", which was no more than an unbuilt wall. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could indeed see that Mark was there. The cabin had a dirty carpet laid right on the forest floor, and an old, unbelievably filthy mattress on top of that. Porn magazines, discarded clothes, and a dirty blanket littered the small space. On top of the mattress was Mark, face down in the hoodie, and with his hands tied at his back with the strip. He was strangely calm after all the running. I could barely catch enough oxygen to not faint. I was steaming with sweat. It mixed with the smell of the forest around us, and the strong pissy smell of the mattress. I was also really, really hard. Finally, I would get into that boy ass I had lusted for so long. I didn't need any reminder to talk dirty to him. My lust and frustration was real, as was the now dull pain of the ball kick. - Now you're going to get it, you fucking prick-tease! I said as I loosened my belt, dropped my pants and stepped out of them. - I'm going to rape you so hard you'll be shitting cum for days. You won't be able to walk for a week, i growled, as I kneeled behind him and placing a heavy hand on his back, pushing him down into the mattress. It seemed I had found my dominating side. I was going to dominate the hell out of his tight, scummy nine-year old hole. - Mmmmmh! he protested through the tape, wiggling a bit "to get free". I would have none of it. I leaned my body over him, laid down on him with the whole weight of my upper body, grinding my hard cock on the sweatpants of his lovely, little boy butt. His hands, balled into fists behind his back, were pressed down into the small of his back, which was probably a little painful to him. His head was slightly sideways to free his nose, the only orifice he could breathe through, but the hoodie was covering his face. I pulled back the hoodie just enough to free his ear, and I whispered into it: - My cock is big. Even though you have practiced with cucumbers and stuff, you little fag slut, your ass is going to hurt when I shove my boyfucker into you. It is going to hurt a lot. Even in the dark, I could se a glint of panic in the one eye visible. He was breathing fast and shallow, his lungs compressed by my body weight, his nose opening as much as it could to allow precious oxygen into the little boy. Whimpering sounds from his throat mixed with the soft wheezing of air through his nostrils. I leaned even closer and sniffed his hair. A lovely smell of sweaty, dirty, boy, different from before, maybe because he was scared. I stuck out my tongue and licked his ear and cheek. It tasted salty. A tear had escaped his eye and was running down his cheek. - Mmmm, yeah, cry, little boy. Tonight I'm taking all of you. I could hear a "ssssss"-sound. I lifted off the boy a little, and stuck my hand under him. His little boy cock was hard, and he was pissing his sweatpants. - You fucking like it, don't you, you little piss-faggot bedwetter? I got up and sat on his ass. I pressed down, and soon a hard piss stream shot out of my cock and rained down on his hoodie and his hands. I stopped the shower. - Don't move! I said as I moved up to his side and pushed my cock against his cheek. - Smell that man-cock, cunt! I ordered. He sniffed with his nostrils. I could smell the strong scent of horny, dirty cock from above it. It must be overpowering to him. Pee drops and pre-cum slimed his cheek. I pissed. It ran down to his nose. Panicking, he blew air hard through his nose to clear it of piss. I moved the cock into his hoodie and hair, and marked him thoroughly. Piss soaked his hair, his neck and the hoodie. I stopped the piss again. The smell of fresh man piss spread from him, mixing with his own dirty boy smell. - Just remember, Mark. You are mine. Mine. Inside and out, I said in a slow, low voice. Then I moved again. He was just laying there, breathing through his nose, now and then shaking his head and blowing hard to clear away piss when it ran down his nose. But he was laying still, so I moved down the other end, to that precious butt of his. These sweat pants were even rattier than I remembered them. There were holes here and there, and stains upon stains. It seemed they had been peed several times. I hooked my finger through one of the holes in the butt area and just ripped. The material tore easily. I used both hands and tore the pants apart. That glorious boy butt revealed itself in all its stinky glory. I spread his cheeks and looked at that grungy butthole, the ultimate goal of my fantasies for a long time. I hadn't gotten more than a quick look at it in the videos Mark had sent me. For a boy that said he had trained himself well, it didn't look too abused. The hole itself was closed tight. Maybe it was a little darker around than untouched holes, but it was hard to see in the little light there was in the play house. I bent down and sniffed the dirty boy hole, then plunged my tongue onto it. The boy squirmed a bit, probably loving this as much as me. I licked it clean and pushed with the tongue, wanting inside. He tasted like salty boy shit flavoured with a bit of pee. But he stubbornly squeezed his hole shut, wanting me to work for it, I guess. But I was having none of it. I used a finger and licked it, then spat on the anus. I forcefully, but slowly pushed my finger inside the warm, mucky cavern. He was tight as fuck, and seemed to fight me, squeezing as hard as he could. - Mmmmmh! Mmmmmh! he protested, as I started fucking my finger in and out of that delicious dirty ass. I encountered a few soft lumps of boy shit. This kid obviously didn't believe in douching. Well, that just turned me on even more. I pulled the finger out, now flecked with brown matter, and leant forward, putting the finger under his nose. I didn't have to move far, Mark was just a small nine-year old, after all. - Smell that, you dirty little cunt, I said. -That's how my whole cock is going to smell after it rapes your shithole. I smeared some gunk under his nose, so he would smell his own ass during the hard fuck that was coming. Then I moved back. It was time for the main course. I grabbed Mark's hips and lifted them up. Then I started swatting his rump with my dick. I wanted it rock hard, and seeing the precum whip around and wet the little boy ass, hearing the slap sounds and smell the funk of my sweaty cock on the pale boy skin did the trick. - You said you wanted to be raped, I said. -Well, it is now or never. This will hurt. This isn't like a carrot you can go as slow as you want with, or that fat kid that fucked you in school. This is a real man dick. I am horny, and I will fuck you hard. So - do you want it? - Mmmmh! Mmmmh! the boy said, shaking his head "no" wildly. - Just know that I mean what I said. It is now - or never. If I leave now without my fuck, it is all over. I will block you. If you out me, I will put online everything you sent me. You will forever be exposed as the slut and cocktease you are. The boy went quiet. - So. What is it to be? Do you want this? Still quiet. Breathing. Then a little nod. - Okay. Here... I... Come! I said and pushed hard. My cock stopped against the tight boy sphincter, but I pressed harder. It started to force the boy-cunt open and slide in. - MMMMMMMMMMHHH! MMMMMMMMMH! Mark screamed into the tape. Oh god, he was tight. I decided I had to open the way a little, stopped and concentrated. Then I pissed hard. The hot yellow stream had nowhere to go but into the little boy. It filled his intestines to the max, and when it started to expand his tummy, his body reacted instinctively by relaxing his sphincter, trying to expel what felt like a mammoth turd. I slid in with all my cock through the mix of boy poop and urine, still pissing. The piss started flushing itself out around my dick, splattering my crotch as I slammed my hips into his small boy butt. Heaven! I was finally fucking Mark! I stopped moving, as my piss stream waned. I was in danger of cumming, and it would probably be wise to let the little boy get used to the man-cock invader. I could see him sobbing and hear him whine and breathe through his nose, cataching all the oxygen he could. He could be a good actor, but my guess was that it probably was a bit painful. I reminded myself that I was just following his instructions to the letter, but forced myself to wait until he was breathing more quietly. My cock stayed all the way inside the nine year old boy cavern full of my piss, the sphincter of his anus squeezing it close to my stomach. I could feel precum seeping into the mix, and breathed in the heavy, lovely smell of a dirty boy fuck, the mix of man sweat, dirty kid, piss and boy ass. Then I started pulling my cock back out, his cunt trying to milk my cum out of it. Then I shoved it back into the kid. I started a forceful, slow fuck. The kid bounced a little forward with each slam, my dick sloshing inside him, stirring the goopy mix in his intestines. - Yeah! Take! My! Cock! I growled, one word for each fuck. - What if your mum could see you now? I said as I started to speed up the fuck. My cum wasn't far away. - See you being piss fucked like the faggot slut baby you really are? I should fuck you in class, in front of the other fourth grade boys. Let them see how a gay piss kid like you serves a real man cock. - Mmmmmh... he protested, quietly. I was mumbling now, feeling my cum approach. He might be a little control freak who thought he could play me as he wanted, but now I was in control. My cock felt like it went all the way through him and was about to come out through his mouth. I could hear a little Ssssst! Ssssst! Ssssst! every time I drove into him. With all the space my cock and piss was taking up in the little boy tummy, there was no space for his own pee. With a hand under his crotch, I could feel the warm squirts being pissed into his sweat pants by his hard boy cock. - Yeah! Mmmmm! I'm fucking the piss out of you! That's what you get for teasing me. Piss, you little fucker! It was just so good! Now I knew why all the Greeks sodomized their little boys. I pushed up with my arms and watched my cock, slimy with boy muck, spreading those ass balls out, and felt his tight child shitcunt massage me like a cheap whore. Each thrust was worth ten useless woman fucks. The piss and ass scum sploshed with each slap my crotch made against his ass. My balls had forgotten the indignity of the kick, and was happily making slappy love to his tiny boy balls. I started fucking faster, preparing my scummy present for his intestines. -Oh! I am going to breed you. I want to make you pregnant. Make lots of little Mark babies I can use. I will make you shit out the babies and make them drink my piss and cum and fuck them and.... AAAAAAAH! Take... my... dirty.... CUM! I felt my whole body clench and eject long spurts of semen into Mark. I laid down fully on him, squeezing him flat, feeling my cock expand and piss cum into the little boy with each electric, almost painful buzz of my orgasm. He flailed as best he could, not being able to breathe. - GAAAH! You... are... my... BOY! I said and squeezed in my last hard spurt, then collapsed I laid there one moment more, to enjoy the last pumps of my cum into him. Then I got up. My cock was still hard, and I wanted more. I wanted to fuck again. I kept it in the little boy, as I lifted his hips up with me. I stuck my hand down the front of his ripped pants, and found that his cock was pissy and wet, but hard. I could feel that his little cockhead was exposed. I wanted to jerk him off, and tried to pull the foreskin over his stiff cock. But there was none. I felt my heart skip a beat, and my body turned cold. Mark wasn't cut! I pulled out quickly. The boy's abused ass released the rest of my piss, and it showered my balls. I reached for the hood, pulled back, and saw a piss-wet head of hair. I reached for the tape and pulled it off his mouth. The boy drew a long breath. Then another. Then he hollered, hoarsely. - OW! FUCK! he hollered in a hoarse voice. - Cameron? I said, weakly. - FUCK! SHIT! HELL! FUCK! That hurt WAY more than Mark said it would! he continued. I stared at Cameron. I had basically just "play raped" a kid that had NOT asked for it. I stuttered: - Cameron, I'm... I mean, I thought... - Shit, that was hot! a voice said behind me. I turned my head, and saw Mark stand there, in identical clothes to Cameron, with his boy cock out of his pants, masturbating with one hand. I was speechless. I looked down, and my meat was still hard. But that didn't matter. I was probably dead meat. __________________________ Holy switcharoo, Batman! There is one more chapter to go in this story, I think. In the final chapter, we'll get to know what kind of hold Mark has over his mother, and our (anti-)hero will find out if he's in too deep. It'll be a roller-coaster! As always: Thank you to all those who took time to write me. I answer every single email. So many people have written to urge me to write more about Mark, and I am sorry to have kept you waiting - but dammit, it's hard to write something with a plot, and not only a random list of sex acts! I hope it was worth the wait. Again, a special thank you to Zach, who listens patiently when I whine about the difficulties of writing sex stories with plot, then tells me to just stop complaining and get the fuck on with it. He also slaps me down when I think I have been brilliantly inventive, but am actually re-iterating tired Nifty tropes. My mail is mj290858@riseup.net. Write me if you liked it or hated it, all responses inspire me to write more, dirtier and most importantly - faster. I love to hear about fantasies, and especially love to hear about your own experiences. If you want, I'll send you a list of my other stories.