Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2016 08:25:26 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: Dirty Perv Boy - 1 Dirty Perv Boy - 1 by Boy Ahoy Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination Mb mast ws b9 Disclaiming all responsibility for soiled underwear and illegal reading. If you are underage and reading, you are in a minority, but should probably find something else. Orson Scott Card's 'Ender's Game' is good, probably the most boy-lovin' book written by a closeted homophobe since Lord Baden-Powell wrote down his fantasies and found a way to gather lots of boys he could sleep in tents with. But 'Ender's game' doesn't have any sex in it, just lots of violence and genocide, so it should be safe. (Ender and Bean totally porked each other, it's just not in the book). Enough literary recommendations, and on with the story. (And by the way, it is JUST a story. Kids like this exist, I was one, but this particular one is made-up.) DIRTY PERV BOY - part 1 by Boy Ahoy _________________ Hi, I'm Ollie, your regular neighborhood pervert. Some years ago, I served two years for fondling my young nephew, and since then I've kept to the straight and narrow. My neighbour is a single mom, and has a nine year old son, Mark. We share a garden. Now, I know you think you know where this story is going. In some ways you would be right, in some ways you are not. I didn't spy an angelic beauty and set out to seduce him by getting his mum drunk and molest him in his bedroom. It was sort of the other way around. For one, Mark isn't actually very pretty. He is a bit chubby, slouches, He doesn't care much about his looks at all. His hygiene is lacking, and his mother claims he stinks, as he fights every shower. Now that is something of a problem for me. Not that I have a problem with stinky boys, quite the opposite, in fact. I have no intention of molesting any more young boys, but I do like them. Especially dirty boys. His mother says that it's been impossible to get a kind word out of him after he started puberty (my brain of course couldn't help storing THAT little fact, wonder how she knew, and wonder if it even was possible that nine year old boys start puberty that early.) But whenever I am over there, or they are visiting me, having a coffee and a chat with his mum, him playing some shoot-em-up game on the PlayStation, he somehow ends up sliding closer to me on the couch until he is laying on my shoulder almost sideways, me dangerously distracted by his musty dirty boy smell. It's almost like he is marking me as his with his odour of boy sweat, masturbation, dirty underwear and badly wiped butt - all things which are dangerous to me, because I am so attracted to that forbidden territory. He senses that attraction, I am sure, likes it, and maybe it makes him feel like he has some kind of power over me, because I become nervous, sweat, and stutter whenever he is that close. When his mother leaves the room, I lean in - just a bit - and take a deep breath, revelling in that boy sex smell. I steal glances at him too, and it seems he always knows. He looks me in the eyes, seriously. I feel like his eyes pierce me and read my innermost perverted wishes. Then, that fateful day, I discovered my computer had been used. It wasn't unusual for Mark to disappear to the bathroom and stay there for long periods of time - doing god knows what, although I certainly pictured alternatives late at night when I was alone in my bed. Mark and his mother had been over for tea and biscuits, or soda and a lot of biscuits in his case. He had done his vanishing act as usual, and I thought nothing of it. (Liar! I imagined him jerking off like crazy. But I always do that. So what I really mean is that I thought nothing more than usual about it) When he came back, he sat in the sofa, leaning on me as he used to. I couldn't help noticing that he was fidgeting more than usual. He pulled back his shorts leg, scratching a bit on his upper thigh - and I could clearly, for one glorious moment, see one immaculate, smooth boy ball. It was clear he had no underwear on. He caught my eye, a little smirk on his face. I also thought he smelled a bit more musky than usual. When he pulled back his hand from scratching, he laid it on my thigh, dangerously close to my rock hard boner. I did nothing, although by now I was about ready to grab him, lay him down on the sofa and french kiss him before pulling out his delicious balls and boy dick and suck him until he screamed for the Virgin Mary. He continued to torture me by moving his fingers only slightly, stroking my thigh by a minuscule amount. Thankfully, my trouser tent and his fiddling was hidden by the table. I dared not do anything more than put my hand lightly on his leg for a short time, ostensibly supporting me as I leant over for some more coffee. As I poured coffee for his mum, he scooted down, so that my hand brushed something I'm pretty sure was a hard boy dick covered by shorts. My cock reacted by pouring out precum in my undies. They left soon after that. A little later was when I discovered that my computer had been used. And I had no password on the screensaver. Which means that anyone with a bit of computer savvy could find out what websites I visit. And my browser was open. I checked, and the order of my browser history was changed. Mark had checked my history, and visited some of the sites. On those sites were scantily clad boys, doing very adult things. I immediately started sweating bullets, imagining the police being outside my door right now. But all was quiet in the house. I pratted about nervously, until it was time to go to bed. I pulled back the cover, and discovered a pair of underwear there! They were stained yellow and brown. I took them carefully, and lifted them to my nose. Mmmmmmmh. They smelled so strongly of that dirty boy essence, of badly wiped butt, pee stains and some crusty, lovely boy cum. That answered the question about puberty: Yes, it is possible for a nine year old to have entered that adolescent phase, even though his balls were hair-free. It was also clear that he had pissed in them intentionally, as they were wet, a fresh dark stain blending with the old ones. Police or no, I just had to do something about that leaking cock of mine. While sniffing the filthy boy underwear, it took me about five strokes to explode, squirting globs of cum over my bed. The next time they came over, it was just for a quick chat between his mother and me regarding our common garden. He disappeared quickly upstairs, allegedly to use the bathroom. I glanced at his butt when he climbed the stairs. I was already sweating, partly in fear, partly from sheer horniness. I had deliberately left my computer on with a few boy sex stories up on the screen, featuring my favorite type of stories - dirty man-boy sex. I had also left his underwear under the cover of my bed, but now with my fresh piss and several cumloads in them. He was gone for a long time. When he finally came down, his mother was getting impatient to leave. He was flushed and looked down. "It's a good thing we have two bathrooms at home," she huffed, "or I would never get to pee". "Mooom," he complained, blushing. "You know my tummy gets upset." There was no sofa cozy time, alas, but I was quick as a whistle up to my bedroom after they left. I could see by the position of my chair that he had been on my computer again. I went over to my bed and lifted the covers. The undies were gone, and instead there was a small note, folded twice, crumbled and spotted with boy fingermarks. My cock bounced at the thought that my cum and piss might right now be touching his mosts private parts, but the note beckoned. I took the paper and unfolded it. It had a scrawled penciled form with check boxes on it, some rubbed out and carefully rewritten. He must have used a long time to prepare it at home, and had brought it with him. That showed deliberation. The note said: "Things I wud lk u to do Check Box if u lk to do it too [] suck dick [] lick but [] pee on me [] fuck me in my But [] pretend u r mad n rape me n call me Dirty boy and Fag etc. (but not rly mad) P.S. I have practised w/stuf in my But. D.S xxx P.S.2 My snap is bcunt818181 snap yr rply D.S P.S.3 it is my 2nd snap (dirty) U shd get a dirty snap 2 if u hv a clean 1 D.S" Luckily there was noone else around, because my jaw had literally dropped, so I looked like a dope. It took me some time to decipher the abbreviations. Apparently the boy was lecturing me on online safety after listing all his kinks: Piss. Lick "but". Pretend rape, for god's sake! Not something any regular nine-year old boy fantasized about. Or maybe it was? I had seen some self-made Youtube videos made by pretty young boys that were quite far out. I knew young boys spent a lot of time on the web, but couldn't help wonder if he had some real experience. Maybe a babysitter, or an uncle? I had no idea if he had any contact with his father, or indeed if he was alive. My cock screamed "DO IT NOW!!!" but my top brain tried to override it. I hadn't enjoyed my time in prison, naturally. Pedos are the lowest of the lowest inside, and I had experienced my share of hard shoves, spit in my food, name-calling and on one memorable occasion a series of hard punches in my gut that left me sore for weeks but without marks to prove it. I had no wish to repeat the experience, even though here was a boy that was literally throwing himself at me. I had some beers. Then some more beers. In the end it was the Snapchat safety tips that made me cave, probably along with the beer. He had clearly put a lot of pervy thought into this, and even though I knew that no account, snap or other, were safe should the authorities decide to pry it open, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I spent some time registering a Snapchat account, using a second-hand pre-paid phone that wasn't registered to anyone I knew, on the wifi network of a nearby coffee shop that just about reached my apartment. Then I added "bcunt818181" to the empty contact list. I then took the note, checked every box, and added one at the bottom, wondering if I should emulate his shorthand, but deciding that it would be condescending. "[] All of the above, but you do it to me too." Then I pointed the phone at the note and snapped it. Then I walked around the apartment, wondering if I was mad. Then I had one more beer. Then I quickly sent it. Then I immediately regretted it and started thinking about emigrating. Then the phone buzzed. A snap of my bedroom window from below, with a text across it. "Pee on me" I stared at the message. My bedroom window is on the first floor, the window is against our common garden. It is pretty well hedged in. I then switched off my desk lamp, turning the room dark. I went to the window, opened it and peeked out. It wasn't cold outside, but the night wasn't hot either. Mark was there, ten feet under me, dressed only in his T-shirt, undies around his feet, lying on the grass, masturbating. He stared up at me. He was lovely in his pale chubbiness, barely visible in the dark. I hesitated, checking if there were anyone else about or any windows with a direct view. There were, but far away. They were unlikely to see me in a dark window on this dark night. "Quick!" he whispered, beating his young meat. "Do it!" My cock was hard as steel, but luckily my bladder was full of second hand beer. I wrangled my cock out of my pants, and leant precariously out of the window, supporting myself with one hand and standing on my toes. I aimed my big (I like to think) cock downwards and pushed as hard as I could, and my piss started, a healthy stream. It broke into drops and splatted next to him, with a sound I was sure would wake every neighbour within a mile, but in reality was just a quiet patter on the grass. I adjusted the stream, and hit his nine-year old body, showering it, centered on his furiously moving hand and boy dick. He convulsed, bucking his hips and wheezing "Uuuuh!" as he came. If he spurted cum, it was obscured by my golden shower soiling the dirty boy. I started jerking off in a frenzied tempo, scattering piss all over the windowsill and garden, panting as my dirty man horniness came to a high. Then I came with a quiet grunt, the release of several hours of nervous horniness. I stopped masturbating and breathlessly and in great pleasure watched ropes of cum eject from my cock head, travel through the air and hit his feet and undies. He grinned, whispered "Awesome!", pulled up his dirtied underwear and was gone. I closed the windows, my cock still out of my pants, dripping and half hard. I just pissed and ejaculated semen on a nine-year old boy. What on earth had I gotten myself into? ______________________ End part one My mail is mj290858@riseup.net. Write me if you like it, hate it or want to offer me spare ideas, life stories, inspirational material or boy 'buts' :-) If you want, I'll send you the link to some other weird-ass stories I wrote. They are kinkier (what?!?) and with younger participants. Next part is coming soon!