Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2016 08:54:48 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: IS IT TRUE THAT YOU LIKE BOYS - 2 Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination IS IT TRUE THAT YOU LIKE BOYS - PART TWO by Boy Ahoy M/b ws Disclaimer: So you let the boy in on Halloween, and didn't slam the door in his face. Give him his wrapped candy and send him off! Don't undress him on the bathroom floor and have wet fun with him! Author's note: I thought this would just be a one-off, a sweet, ominous vignette in the spirit of Halloween. Well, screw that. I couldn't stop thinking about this little boy, who exists for real somewhere out there, and did come to the door of a convicted man, asking "Is it true that you like boys?" I wanted to know more about what could have happened, so I wrote this. I also said this was more low key than my usual stuff. Well, screw that, too. This gets wet and messy. So, talking about wet and messy: after today's satisfactory ejaculation, why not be a gentleboy and donate some money to the archive that keeps all these wonderful high-quality stories - and my bad ones as well? (I am very humble, you see.) See how here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On with the story: ______________________ PART TWO The bathroom is my little comfort zone. The first thing I did after moving in was to install floor heating. I should have fixed the drafty single-pane windows of the old house first, but went with comfort in the mornings. Now it was Halloween, it was dark and cold outside, there was a small wet Batman on my heated bathroom floor, and me: a big, naked hairy man. My desire for little Batman was evident from my cock, which pointed at the kid like a compass needle. Metaphorically. It's thicker than a needle, but you get my point. So did he. He stared at my cock with those big, brown eyes that fascinated me so much. But not so much as what was inside his wet pants. I sat down on my knees and moved my head in towards his crotch, sniffing it, the warm pee of his "accident". - Are you smelling my pee? he asked. - Yes, I said, gently holding his hips as I sniffed more. His penis made a small bump in the wet fabric of his black sweat pants. He told me a secret, in his amazingly sexy raspy voice: - I like to make a tent in my bed in the morning and go down inside it and pee. I pretend it's a sea of pee and then I swim in it. It makes my wiener stiff. - That sounds... wonderful, I said, and started to undo the Velcro straps of his worn-out, un-Batman-like dirty white and pink shoes. - Did you pee your bed when you were little? he asked as he stepped out of his shoes one by one, supporting himself with grubby, small fingers on my head. He had no socks on, and his feet had black smudges on the sole from running barefoot. The pee down his legs had pooled in his shoes and dissolved some of this dirt, releasing a funky smell of childish foot sweat. My nose was clocking overtime, and my cock was paying out a string of clear pre-cum. It hung from the tip of my cock and connected with his big toe, making a dark snail track on the dirty skin. I lifted his foot and licked it off. He giggled. - I still pee my bed, actually, I answered and put his foot down, then removed his cape, folded it and placed it behind me on top of the pissy shoes. - Do you want to keep the mask on? - No, I wanna be naked. Batman is stupid. It's for more candy, he explained as if I was slow. - Okay, I said and took his mask off, then the hood. What appeared was a light-skinned latino boy, with matted-down, badly cut black hair and a button nose. And those beautiful, big brown eyes. He looked at me, solemnly. - Why are you looking at me that way? he asked. - Uh... I think you are really, really pretty, I said. I just sat there, studying him with the mask and hood in my lap, in front of my hard cock. He smiled. - My sister is pretty. She says I'm an ugly, stinky boy. I like the stinky part, he said. - Well, I'm sure you are ten times prettier than her, at least to me. Hold up your hands, I said. He did, and I started to remove his tight black pullover. - She paid me ten dollars to stay away from her party. They'll use my bed to fuck in, I think, he said, muffled inside the fabric as I struggled to get the tight neck hole over his head. I paused, processing what the little boy just said. - I don't know what to say to that. When do you have to be home? I asked, as I finally removed the pullover and could admire his thin arms and two pin-prick nipples on a smooth, light brown chest. - I don't know. In the morning. I don't wanna help to clean up the mess before mommy comes home, he said, and looked at me hopefully. - Okay, I said. I wanted him to ask. - Ummm... Can I sleep over here? He looked down as I put my fingers in the waistband of his sweat pants and started to pull them down, slowly. The hem pulled down his stiff penis, and I stopped when I could see about half of it - a good inch. The shaft was about as thick as the base of my little finger. - Hmm, we'll see, I said. - Are you sure you want to be touched? I will touch you everywhere. Inside and outside. - Yesssss, he said and grinned. - You mean in my poop hole? - Yes, I said. - And your mouth hole. I want to touch and taste everything, I said and pulled his pants all the way down. His penis was intact, but his pink boy-candy peeked through the foreskin because it was so stiff. As it was released it bounced back up until it pointed at his face, almost flush with his flat stomach. His crotch, now free of clothing, radiated more smell, not only fresh pee, but old bed-pee. His toes were curling in the yellow puddle on the floor. - Your floor is warm, he said, stepping out of the pants, supporting himself on my head again. Now he was all the way naked. - And it has a sea of pee, I said and smiled. He looked down at the puddle, then up, and grinned at me mischievously. I got up, and took the small pile of shoes and clothing to the anteroom, where I had my washer and tumble-dryer. I heard wet sounds and giggles from the bathroom, as I put it all in the dryer and started it. When I returned, the kid was on his stomach, pretending to swim while grinding his crotch in the warm puddle. - The sea is too small! he said. Then he stopped moving. He grunted a little. A hissy, bubbly sound escaped from under him. "Ssssssssssssssss...." The puddle under him expanded. I said nothing, but stepped over him, with one leg on each side of his wiggling feet. Then I got down on my knees, supporting myself on the wall. I placed my hands on the floor to each side of his shoulders, and lowered my body so the hairs on my stomach tickled him on his back. If it started raining now, inside my bathroom, no drop would touch his thin, little body. My torso shaded him completely, and my body heat reflected his, creating this warm pocket of boy-smelling air between us. From next door, we could hear the thrummm, thrummm, thrummm of small shoes and boy clothes tumbling around. I bent my head down and nosed through his black, damp hair, sniffing his unwashed boy odor. Then I whispered in his ear. - Should I make the sea bigger? He shivered, from the tickles of my body hair and rasp of my unshaven face, and from the unspeakable forbiddenness of the situation. The bad man was engulfing him, touching him. - Yes, he whispered back. I moved back a little, lowered my groin, and slid my cock under him, along his hairless, almost content-less ball sack, and along the smooth, hard little stick, leaving a trail of man-slime on him. His skin felt warm and soft against the skin of my cock, which cried sticky tears with pleasure. I stopped when I could feel the end of his penis lay against mine. Then I slowly let go. A flood of hot urine flushed against his stomach. I stretched, and nibbled the warm little cauliflower of his ear, licking along it, breathing hotly on his cheeks, pissing him and loving him. I lowered my body slightly, so I was in contact with his whole body, from exquisite rump against my navel, to one of my aroused nipples rubbing against his shoulders. Feathery light, I moved a little, tickling his whole body with mine, tickling his baby tummy with my stream of grown-up piss. - How does this feel, I whispered. - Super good, he rasped. The pee sea was getting large, and touched the wall on one side, encircled the toilet, and started to trickle down the drain under the bath tub. He lay there, breathing, the pond now touching the side of his face and the ear against the warm floor. He traced a small wave in the yellow sea with the tip of his finger, breathed in with a little hitch, and breathed out again. My piss ran out. I rubbed my spongy, hard bone in the piss pool, squeezed between the floor and his smaller but infinitely stiffer boy stick. Slowly, slowly. Breathe in, breathe out. He shivered, and placed his pee-wet small hand on my large, hairy one, caressed it wonderingly, pulled on a hair on my wrist. I was masturbating his child penis with my grown-up cock, I was masturbating his whole little rabbit body with my large bear torso. - Ahhhh, he said. - What is this? - What do you mean? I growled into his ear, nipping at it with my teeth, licking it. - It's not fucking or sucking, he said, breathing faster, shallower. - What is it? - I think it is boy-touching, I said, moving quicker, sliding quicker, squeezing his legs together with mine, his legs and body tight against my balls and shaft. -Boy-touching with love and piss. - More, he said. - Now, more! He wasn't whispering anymore, he was demanding, in his thin, raspy boy voice. I raised myself and put both hands on his lower back, then pressed down, whooshing the air out of him, squeezing his pissy boner against mine. It slid down the side, but was trapped between his thin body, my cock and the floor. I fucked quick, jerking us both off with the warm boy and man pee lubing us against the floor and each other. We splashed, splattered, yellow piss mix droplets flew across the floor and in the air. - Huhh huhh huhh, he puffed as I slammed my crotch into him. I growled, the smell and sight of the little body firing off little zzzts in my brain, slamming cum bullets into my cockgun, getting ready to fire. - Aah, aaah, ah'm guhnna... he slobbered into the wet floor. And then his small body seized, got tight, his ass muscles slammed together, and his little boy rocket pinged one, two, three, many times against my cock, and I laid down on him and said: - Guuuuuhhhhh! and began firing. A long rope of cum travelled from my ass, through my body, through the tube trapped between boy and floor, and sizzled through my cock-head, hit his boy tummy and spread out. It felt like my asshole reloaded, and slammed out another rope through my tubes, this time even longer. I pulled my cock out, lifted my body, the boy gasped for breath after being squeezed flat, and the third rope shot out, sailed over his back and hit his hair. I stayed there as weak dribbles ran out over his back, Pollock-painting him with white tadpoles. I breathed short, quick puffs. He laid there, almost comatose. I laid down beside him, then rolled him on top of me, no longer little Batman, but a little rabbit on top of a big, bad bear. I hugged this wet, skinny boy close, wrapped him in my big hairy arms, his hot ear against my cheek, cupping his genitals with my big hand, my cock oozing between his legs. Our breathing in sync, slowing down, two sticky, wet bodies resting on a wet, warm floor. - Wow, he said. - Yeah, I said. Thrummm, thrummm, thrummm, the tumble-dryer went. It was Halloween, and all was well. _______ Thanks again to Carl for the origin to this story, and Zach for spanking me when I write stupid. And thank you to all the readers who wrote back after the first part and wanted more! I love feedback, fantasies, experiences - which sometimes turn into stories like this. Short or long, drop me a note on mj290858@riseup.net . If you want, I'll send you a list of my other stories.