Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2016 21:46:49 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: BIKE AND BALLS ______________ Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination BIKE AND BALLS by Boy Ahoy Disclaimer: Don't give little boys who claim to have hurt themselves lollies, then do them on the kitchen table. Donate to Nifty instead! Donating is a good deed and will secure your re-birth as a beautiful butterfly, while taking advantage of abused little boys is bad karma and you will be an orange American politician in your next life. _________ The sobs came from the garbage-ridden abandoned lot between my house and the woods. I looked out my kitchen window, and saw a bicycle turned over in the high grass. Investigating further, I found a small boy lying rolled up like a ball, sniffling and holding his crotch. -What's wrong? -Stupid bike! I... owww! ... hurt my fucking b...b...balls! I smiled at the cute little boy swearing. I had seen him before, the smallest of a gaggle of ruffians who used to tear through the neighbourhood, getting stinkeye from more proper inhabitants than me. Thin, tanned, home buzz cut, he lived in a shack about to fall down a little further down the road. He was pretty scruffy, and like most little boys out of school in summer avoided baths like the plague. My cock talked: -Oh dear. Want me to put some ice on your fucking balls? -Ice cream? I could swear the boy's ears perked up like a dog's. -No, ice cubes, in a bag. It helps reduce the swelling and makes it go down quicker. But I'm sure I've got a few cones in the freezer. Ice cream helps pain internally. Unless you are afraid to come into the house of a stranger who might touch you in bad places, I said, and winked at him. He looked at me shrewdly. -I'm not afraid of strangers, he said. -Or touching. I suspected as much, after seeing him tag along with bigger boys, whispering, and disappearing into the woods behind my house on several occasions. -Ok, hop along then. I'll take your bike, I said, scanning the area to see if anyone was about. A few magpies stared at me accusingly, but that was it. The bike was a rusty hand-me-down, but seemed none the worse. He followed, rubbing his crotch, in deep thought. -What kind of touching? he asked. -The touching strangers do? Well, all kinds. Butt touching, pee-pee-touching... I said. -You mean ass and cock, he said. -What about sucking and fucking? he asked, matter-of-factly. The high timbre of his voice was at odds with the grown-up language. -Oh, lots of sucking and fucking, if a boy wanted, I said, as I put the bike in the stairs down to the cellar, out of sight. Then I opened the door to my kitchen, gesturing for him to go through first. -Can I have the ice cream now? he said upon entering the kitchen. -Sure, I said and found one in the freezer. It was a red sorbet one. He accepted it and unwrapped it, returning the plastic wrapping to me. He then looked at me and put the red lolly in his mouth, sliding it in, slightly grinning. Then he pulled it out slowly. Then he pushed it back in, all the time looking at me, to see if I understood what he was doing. Sucking the lolly like it was a cock. -Let's take a look at your wounds, I said, and got down on the floor in front of him. I opened the button on his dirty pants, inhaling the smell of summer boy. Earth, piss, ass... and something else. I then pulled down the zipper, revealing yellow-grey, formerly white undies. The stains on them had stains. They were wet, and showed the outline of a good-sized boy cock - for his age. Maybe two inches, hard. I traced the cock with my finger, making it wet. -Mmmmm, he said. -I like bad touching. -Did you pee yourself when you had the accident, I asked and licked my finger, tasting salt and a hint of ammonia. He watched me savouring his piss and removed the lolly. -No, I did that before. The button is hard to open, and it feels good to piss your pants, he said, then resumed slurping on the stick. I pulled a little on the tired elastic of his dirty underpants and peeked at the intact little hood of his. -Let me see, I said. He giggled, then stopped sucking and held his breath. -Unh, he said and pissed a little squirt. Yellow fluid soaked the brief and squirted up and over the top of the tired elastic of his undies, wetting his T-shirt. A bubbly, soggy fart also escaped. -Oops, he said and giggled. I smiled and pulled down his trousers. He stepped out of them. I pulled down his briefs, releasing a heady smell of well-used baby boy cunt. His boy stick was straight and wet. A strand of whiteish slime hung from his ass to the brown and yellow stained seat of his undies. His skid marks had skid marks, partly dissolved by leaking cum from his ass. Removing his ratty, fragrant underwear, I put them aside for later. I got up from the floor, shoved a few items aside on the kitchen table, lifted him up and laid him on his back on the table. A platter of naked boy with a piss-stained T-shirt, fellating a red ice lolly laid expectantly waiting for what I would do to him. I bent over him and sniffed his crotch, and licked pee drops off his spring-loaded boy dick. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down. -Suck, he said. I obliged, lifting the wet, salty pleasure stick with my lift and sucking it wetly into my mouth. -Aaaaah, he breathed out. I made my lips wet, and started moving them up and down, softly. My senses were overloading. Warm, hard boy cock in my mouth. My breathing and his. Slurping from the vanishing ice lolly. Strong, dirty smell of boy sex in the air. I fumbled with my own sweat pants and dropped them. I let his stiffy out with a plop and unbent, placing my large, rough cock on top of his. It slimed his dick and stomach with pre-cum. My horny smell mix with his. He looked down and moved his smudgy little hand to touch the foreskin-covered head. -Big, he said. -Really big. -Too big? I asked. -No, he said. -Are you a bad man? -Yes, I said. -Very bad. -Are you going to rape me? he asked. -Yes, I said and grabbed his leg sticks and pushed them back. His ball sack was small, tight. He was so stiff his foreskin had pulled back a little, displaying a shiny red little orb, wet, glistening. His hole was sticky, black-ringed, displaying the effects of thick man-cock fucking him, often, recently. It was a little open. I touched his balls lightly. -They hurt now? I asked. -Nah, I only said that to get your attention, he said. I moved my finger down. Pushed. It slit into hotness. Like a pro, he pushed out, expelling semen around my finger, his ass rose opening up for me. -Who? I asked, showing him the brown-tinged cum on my finger. -Not telling, he said. I took his lolly, which was now half the length and cone-shaped, dripping red. He looked disappointed. -You can have another one afterwards, I said and pushed the cone into his ass. He breathed in through his teeth. -Cold, he said. I pulled the lolly out, and sucked the mix of strawberry, sperm, and boy ass off it. He grinned. -Taste good? he asked. I pushed it back in, with the same intake of breath as reaction. -Try, I said and offered it to his mouth. I pushed it in and out a few times, mouth-fucking the child with the lolly. He slurped the melting lolly-cock with abandon - and then it was all gone. I dropped the stick on the floor and bent down. -Hold your legs, I said. He obeyed opening himself to me with his dirty hands pulling back his bare legs, with lots of black and blue spots from rough play. His ass cunt was a mess. I dived in, and stuck my tongue in his hole, breathing in strawberry, piss, sperm and poop. The taste was exquisite. My tongue tried to enter his stomach. Squishy sounds from his stomach bubbled to my ears. He fondled his hard, hard dick, mmm-ing. I slurped and licked, tongue-fucked and dined on little boy fuck-hole. I felt him fumble with his dick as I licked, and suddenly I felt warm liquid in my hair. He laughed. -I peed on you, he said. I got up and shook my head. Pee drops spattered over him. I took my cock and pointed it at his wonderful, hard boy-stick, then pushed. A hard stream of man-piss massaged his pee-pee. He pushed it towards my cock and pissed straight onto my cockhead. Piss splattered everywhere in my kitchen. He gaped. -Aaaaaaaa, he said, like a small boy at the dentist. I moved my pee stream up over his T-shirt and hit his little face. He gargled, then sneezed cutely. When the piss shower petered out, he looked at me. -Ain't you gonna rape me? he asked. My cock answered. It sniffed out his hole and drooled slimy, sticky fucklube on the cunt ring. I pushed. He pushed, expelling more juice, spit and semen on it. It started spreading his hole wider. -Nnnnngh, he said. -Hurt? I asked. -Yes, he said. -Push. I did. My big man-cock entered him, his asshole a perfect, taut elastic ring around the shiny glans. I had corked him, and now I would impale him. I grabbed his hips and pulled. He slid onto my adult pole like the sex toy he was. -Oh mommy, the bad man is raping me, he moaned in a baby voice. I bent down and craned my neck, searching his pissy, red-ringed, strawberry-flavored mouth, covered it and fucked my tongue into it just as I fucked my cock into the tiny boy cunt. His groan blew air into my mouth. I straightened my back, and started humping the kid. Looking down, I could see my cock sliding in and out of the child hole, pulling out ass goo and adding to it with my pre-cum. He jerked off his small pleasure-stick, and sang tunelessly in time with my thrusts: -Rape, rape, rape me hard, rape, rape, rape me hard... I moved my hands behind his back and lifted him. He grabbed me behind the neck with his hands and around the waist with his legs. His T-shirt was piss-wet against my own. His body weight made the little tyke slide all the way down to the seat of my dick. Now we were standing, tightly embraced in my kitchen, one horny bad man with his cock deeply inside one horny, dirty little boy smelling of piss and strawberry. I bent my head and frenched him deeply, and hunched my hips to fuck him hard. He started pissing in spurts as I fucked, wetting both our T-shirts with smelly boy juice. Piss splatted on the floor, the table and the kitchen counter. I grunted like an animal into his mouth, feeling my cock rutting in the child. I wanted to fuck him from behind, and lifted him off my cock, turned him and bent him over the kitchen counter. He placed his hands on it. Now we were both looking out the kitchen window as I held his hips and buttfucked him, feet dangling. -Uh uh uh, he panted. -Uh, look, there's... uh... Joe and Cayden... they are looking... for me... Indeed, two bigger boys were walking through the tall grass, searching for something. -Do... they... fuck... you... too...? I asked. -Everybody... uh... fucks me... he said. -Good, I said, and started slamming my hips into his tiny butt. The sound of lout slaps of hips against boy ass rang through the kitchen, and the boy cried out. -Aaah! Aaaah! Owwww! Aaaah! The boys outside turned and watched us. They could see the little face of the boy in the window being pushed against the glass by the thrusting of a big man behind him. My cum gathered and shot through my cock. -Gaaah! I started squirting sticky, white ropes into his tight fuckhole, then pulled out, and shot three more splats over his T-shirt and into his hair. Then I turned him over and sucked his hard cock into my mouth, sucking hard, tasting piss, until he kicked his feet and his cock pulsed in my mouth. -Yesss, he said and pulled my hair. Then I lifted him down. Naked, dripping of sperm and piss, he went to the kitchen door and told Joe and Cayden to come over. Some minutes later the two teenagers were naked, fucking him from each end on the living room carpet while I sat in my chair and masturbated lazily. Some say this is a bad neighborhood. I say it's a fucking good one. I reminded myself to re-stock the freezer with ice-cream lollies for the next boy to pass by, claiming a bike hurt his balls. _______________ And so we come to the end of yet a naughty tale. If you want to say something about it, please don't - write instead, to mj290858@riseup.net! I love email, and answer every single one. If you want, I'll send you the link to my other stories too, both on Nifty and elsewhere. Some of them even more perverted than this one, would you believe! Finally, a special shout-out to Zach, who FORCED me to write this one by being naughty and lewd. As a punishment you will have to lick my huwting balls until I gwow up. It may take a while.