Date: Sat, 02 Jul 2016 23:14:15 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: Dirty Perv Boy - 2 Dirty Perv Boy - 2 by Boy Ahoy Gay/Adult-Youth Gay/Urination Mb oral ws b9 Disclaimer: You are responsible for your own actions, including the decicion to read this fictional smut. If you think you are too young to read this, go tell your father that you really really really want him to allow you to read a story about young boys who want to pee in a grown man and make him suck them, because it makes your pee-pee tingle. See what happens. It could go either way. If he hesitates, offer to show him how stiff this thought makes your pee-pee. If he then starts to lick his mouth, just go with the flow. Oh, and this is important. The good people who host this story can do so only because nice people donate small amounts of money to pay for the small hamsters who run in wheels to provide the electricity. No, just kidding. The money goes to servers, storage capacity, backups, more backups and administration fees. (And hamster food). If you have a small amount to spare, please donate at this link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enough hamsters! On with part two: ______________________ As I went to bed, my "dirty" phone buzzed again. It was a video snap. It showed a child foot with yellow droplets and a white blob on it against a background of bedclothes. A boy finger appeared and wiped up the blob of cum. The camera followed the finger up along the leg to some stained underpants - I recognized those. They had Marks and my cum and piss in them. A hand shoved the underpants down, and Mark lifted his legs to show his butthole, which was dark-ringed. It seemed he hadn't lied when he said he had practiced. The finger wiped the cum on the butthole, and pushed into it. Then the snap ended. I had to jerk off one more time. Madly, I decided to film my ejaculation. I held the camera close to my cockhead as it vomited more cum, a little thinner this time. Then I sent it to a nine year old boy with the text "You are the hottest ever" on. He answered with a simple text: A heart emoji, an eggplant emoji and some droplets. The meaning was clear. It took a long time to fall asleep, and I dreamt of fucking little boys in prison, waking in the middle of the night scared to bits and with a new raging hardon. A good dream and a nightmare in one. The next morning my phone buzzed. Groggily, I read: "Open kitchen door. Go to bed. Put pilow on hed". The kitchen door opens against the garden, so no-one would see him entering, for which I was grateful. I did as instructed, and laid naked in my bed, my cock throbbing. I had placed the pillow on my head, and was slowly jerking off. If Mark's mother appeared now, I would really, really have some explaining to do. My front door opened. Quiet feet tip-toed up the stairs. Breathing next to my bed. Then a zip sound, pants falling to floor. Warm piss splashing onto my cock. I groaned and speeded up my jerking as my hand, cock and balls were hit by hot boy pee. The smell spread as the piss spread out from my bedclothes and into the mattress, which smelled and was stained by hundreds of solo piss and jerk sessions, just as I liked it. Soon the boy shower stopped, and I could hear the shallow breathing and fap fap fap sound of Mark wanking over me. "Yeah, take my cum, pedo", he said in his high voice, and I felt three drops hit my stomach. I moaned loudly: "Fuck yeah, I love your piss and cum, use me..." and squirted. I didn't see where it went, but I heard his phone click. Then the sound of trousers pulled up, a zip, and footsteps down the stairs, presumably off to school. I took the pillow off, and just laid there breathing, watching the mess on my stomach and in the bed. Then I went over to my computer, turned on the screen and stopped the webcam. I take back what I wrote in the first chapter, about him not being that pretty: That dirty nine year old boy pissing all over me and wanking himself to a cum over my body was the single most beautiful and horny thing I'd ever seen on camera. The look on his face when he started pissing, totally in control and enjoying it, was priceless. I had never seen anything like it in all my years of surfing the dark corners of the web. I encrypted and hid the file, knowing I would wank to it many times, took a shower and went to work. It was really hard to concentrate at work. A co-worker asked me if I was under the weather. I said I was fine, but she said that something was going around and I shouldn't press myself if I was sick. I was sick! Love-sick, sick with worry about the deeply illegal situation I was in. But mostly, I was just horny for more dirty sex games with the nine-year old. Close to lunchtime the phone buzzed in my pocket. I hurried to the toilet, and put in some ear phones, then sat down with my trousers around my ankles. My cock was already almost fully hard, knowing it would be something sexy. Just a text would be awesome. But no - he was broadcasting live! I saw his hard dick filling almost the whole screen, and could hear a male teacher voice drone on about math. Behind the dick was another dick, then the feet of other children. The other boy's hand fondled Mark's penis, and Mark was masturbating his friend under the desk. The boys giggled, and suddenly I heard the teacher say: -Mark! Cameron! If you don't listen, I'll move you apart... Then the live feed stopped. Oh god! The two boys were masturbating in class, and I had just watched it live! I was so hard I thought I would cum without touching myself. But I had the feeling something more was going to happen later that day, so I resisted jerking off. After lunch, I took off, claiming the fictional stomach bug. I knew Mark would be out of school soon, and I wanted to wait for him in case he wanted to do something dirty. The kid had me twirled around his little finger, and he knew it, that little prick tease. But I had to be patient. I didn't want to scare him away, so it would all have to be in his own tempo. When I got home, I fidgeted around. I knew Mark would be home from school soon. I decided to text him, two words only. "At home" Then I sat in my living room in the easy chair, waiting and checking the news, while peeking out the window facing the street. Kids began appearing, walking past down the street on the way from school. Then I saw him. Dammit! He had a friend with him, presumably Cameron, his wank buddy, although I had only seen his cute penis, not his face. A weird thought. Mark peeked at my window, and I gave a little wave. He smiled a little, but didn't acknowledge me in any other way. They chatted exitably about something, and disappeared into the house. I sighed and decided to do something about my cock, which was leaking in anticipation of possible boy fun, but that seemed unlikely now. I headed up to my bedroom and started firing up my computer, when my phone buzzed again. It was a still picture of the two boys naked in bed, their stiff boy dicks close to the camera, the duvet covering their upper bodies. A text across the picture said "Come suck. no hands. no fuck" Hot damn! I was in this SO deep. Now there were TWO boys who could get me jailed forever, my brain screamed. But my dick patiently explained that now there were TWO boys I could sink it into later, if I just did what I was told. Dick won. So I felt like a creep as I went out my kitchen door and ambled over to theirs. Well, I was a creep, wanting to suck the hairless dicks of two nine-year old boys... Their kitchen door was closed, but unlocked. I left my shoes outside and tip-toed through the house, a mirror of mine. I knew he had the smallest bedroom upstairs, the twin of the room I used for storage. I halfway expected his mother to appear, screaming at me, but all was quiet - except for some tittering upstairs. The door was ajar, and I peeked inside. The boys were on the queen-sized bed just as in the picture, masturbating each other's lovely stiff boy-toys. The duvet covered their heads and upper bodies, but I could see Mark taking a quick look to see if it was me, then lowering the bedcover again. The room reeked of dirty boys - old pee and fresh sweat in a heady cocktail. I went over to the bed. Under the boys were a bedsheet that couldn't have been washed for weeks. It had multiple large yellow-brown circles of dried pee blending into each other, crusty faint white circles of dried cum, and even skidmarks from his badly wiped butt. No hands, no fuck - but he hadn't forbidden me to be naked. I dropped my pants on the floor and stepped out of them. Then I gingerly entered the bed at the foot end and placed one knee on each side of the four dirty boy feet, which were tight against each other. My cock went between them, and I leant forward, their foot blades pushing against my stomach. I could smell their dirty foot sweat rub itself into my body. My cock rubbed against their ankles, smearing them with precum. Both boys peeked under the duvet to see what I was doing, but didn't protest, so I assumed it was OK. I then leant forward, placing one hand on each side of them and bent down to examine their boy dicks. Cameron's dick was cut, the purple head swollen in anticipation of a blowjob from an adult man. It was thin, about three inches long, and his crotch exuded a wonderful smell of stale boy piss. It seemed that he was also a bed wetter, and not a fan of baths. His ball sack was oversized for his tiny boy balls, who made almost no bump in the hairless scrotum. This was the first time I got to take a close look at Mark's boy dick as well. It was thicker than Cameron's, had a long foreskin and was maybe a little longer, but not by much. He smelled a little muskier, stale cum mixing in. I couldn't wait to taste what was hidden beneath that lovely foreskin. His balls were big, stretching his ball sack so it glistened, tightly around his sperm factory. But he too was totally hairless, except for that lovely baby down of tiny, tiny hairs on his arms and legs. I stretched out my tongue and licked Mark in a long stroke from his taut balls to the tip of his foreskin. He tasted lightly of pee and sweat, a bit salty but not too strong. "Oooooh..." he breathed. I then did the same to Cameron. His taste was strong and dark, the product of many night pisses and tight underwear. "Oh my god!" he said in a squeaky voice. He grabbed my head and pressed it into his immature dick. "Suck me now, I need..." Then his boy dick started pissing a strong stream right into my nose. I fumbled with my lips and fought his little hands pressing me down, and managed to maneuvre the hard little hose into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, trying to keep up with the needy piss fountain, as the boy came at the same time as he piss, the powerful orgasm cramps punctuating the stream as his piss sphincter contracted and released rhythmically. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" he huffed as he piss-came into me. His feet stretched out and pushed into my stomach with each pulse, also rubbing along my dick, which slobbered pre-cum on the feet and bed. A strong smell of boy pee enveloped us. He pushed up with his hips and down with his hands to maximize his pleasure, before falling back and relaxing totally as the stream weakened to a dribble. "Aaaaaaaahhh..." he moaned. What a quick little rabbit, I thought, coughing up some boy piss that had gone down the wrong way. I felt used and abused, no more than a toilet for the boy. And it was wonderful. I felt Mark poke me impatiently on the side of my face with his dick. I turned my head and moved it over his crotch. Mark's fat boy dick had to be pushed down with his hand, it was so stiff, to point at my open, panting mouth. I lowered my head and sucked the delicious boy organ into my mouth. I closed my lips tightly around it, so his foreskin peeled back. I detected the strong taste of many boy cums, piss, and no baths as I played with the dickhead with my tongue. Mark moved both his hands to my head and guided it gently up and down. It seemed like he wanted a slow, deliberate blow job, in contrast to Cameron's desperate pissfest. As I performed the role of mouth cunt for Mark, he used his foot to rub my painfully hard cock. It was lovely and excruciating, as the movement was enough to tease me to the brink but not enough to bring me over. It desperately wanted to rape boy butt, but I managed to control myself, concentrating on bringing Mark the most pleasure. Soon he started to up the tempo, panting. "Suck it, suck it, suck it, yeah, suck it..." he mumbled. Meanwhile, Cameron was moving next to me. He scooted down the bed, turned, and laid his head under my chest. He grabbed my cock and bent it down, into his nine-year old mouth. Then he started sucking me like a pro boy whore. He must have some experience. I wondered if he had a father at home, but horniness soon overcame my conscious thoughts, and I felt my cock harden and grow even more, spitting pre-cum into his mouth. My crotch muscles started contracting, and I knew I could no longer hold back my cumload. I was about to feed Cameron a thick load of man sperm. Mark was also close, almost whimpering with his shallow breaths. He hunched his hips and stabbed his cock into me, using my tight lips to wank himself. He started cumming just as my cock started spewing man cum into Cameron the boy whore's mouth. "Take my cum, you fucking pedo!" Mark hissed. "Mmmmmmh!" I growled, enjoying the spurts of clear boy cum spritzing from Mark's dick, and enjoying even more unloading my thick globs of semen into his small friend's mouth. Cameron coughed down there, but didn't move. Ropes of my cum travelled from my balls and prostate and bathed Cameron's head. It sounded like he was choking as I stabbed my cock wildly into his face. Slowly, my spasms stopped. Mark was done too. I kept sucking Mark's cock gently as our dicks seeped the rest of our semen. I looked up at Mark, who just panted with an open mouth. Then he looked worried. "You should go. Mum could come home any minute," he said. I lifted my head and looked him into his eyes. "This is... I..." He said: "I know. Me too. But you need to go." Then he pushed me away. I gingerly got up, extricating myself from the tangle of boy limbs. Cameron's face was a mess. He was red faced and had my cum around his face and in his hair. But he had a stupid, happy grin. "This was super fun!" he said childishly. I grinned back and just said "Yes." Then, on impulse, I leaned forward and kissed cum-covered Cameron lightly on the mouth. Some of my cum transferred to my upper lips. I licked them and watched his smile fade, thinking about what I had done. Then I turned to Mark, who suddenly looked less like a sex fiend controlling our perverse threesome, and more like a small, jealous boy. I leaned in, turned my head slightly, laid my arm lightly behind his head and pulled him in for a proper kiss, tongue and all, letting him taste his and my sperm combined. It lasted just a few seconds, but when I pulled back, he looked stunned. "No hands, as promised," I said. It is weird how boys like that can be cool about penises and pee and cum and sex, but a proper kiss can really mess with their heads. I don't know why I did it - maybe to do something that they didn't expect, show them that I was unpredictable, that they couldn't play me like a puppet on a string. Which was a lie, of course. I would do anything these boys asked me. In a movie, this would be a perfect moment to cut. Since this was real life, there was an awkward moment where I had to struggle a bit to turn a trouser leg the right way out, and put on my pants unelegantly. I then left, leaving the mess for them to clean up (or probably not, by the state of Mark's room and the general hygiene of the boys. I just hoped my DNA splats would dry enough for his mother not to notice when she got home. When she came home about twenty minutes later, lugging grocery bags, I sat in my easy chair in the living room, smelling of dried boy piss, savouring my luck and wondering what the next step was. I waved at her through the window. She smiled and waved back. ______________________ End part two My mail is mj290858@riseup.net. Write me if you like it, hate it or want to offer me spare ideas, life stories 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!