Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2016 13:38:05 +0100 From: Boy Ahoy Subject: Dirty Perv Boy - 3 Gay Adult/Youth Gay Urination Dirty Perv Boy - 3 by Boy Ahoy Mb oral mast ws b9 Disclaimer: Now, don't go visit neighbours and piss on their kids. They get cross! (Maybe not the kids, but the adults!) Piss on yourself all you want, you have permission from me. If you are young, you can pretend you had an accident and get help from strangers... NO! Don't get help from strangers! Stranger=Danger! Do you have some spare change, like college funds, or something? Do something useful with it! Your kids will never amount to anything anyway, what with spending all their time having "accidents" and getting help from strangers. Donate to Nifty, if you appreciate the hours and hours and hours you have spent jerking off to these stories! A dollar a wank seems reasonable. (counts) Shit, I would be bankrupt. Okay, 10 cents a wank, then. (counts) Shit. Well. Give something, at least! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's note: I am truly staggered and flattered by the response to this story. I answer each and every one who writes to me, but I want to extend a collective thank you for all the nice words, suggestions and frankly red hot experiences you have shared with me. Although you may think that you are alone in having grown up as a perv boy, that is simply not true. We are many, judging by the hot e-mails. There are several stories coming that are fully or partially based on reader input, and in this chapter it is... oh, that would be spoiling it. I'll write it below the story. Enough stranger danger. On with part three: ___________________________ For the next few days, my phone became a veritable pipeline of home made child porn. Some of it was with Mark alone, some had Cameron in it, and some was just plain weird. I lapped it all up. Some examples: ___ Monday. 6:37 AM. My phone buzzes. I wake, grab it, see that Mark invites me to watch live. I accept. Scene opens dark. Gradual light is let in by lifted cover, revealing stiff boy dick, pointing towards camera. -Oh no! It seems like I am going to pee my bed in my sleep again! he whispers. He then places his phone on the night table, fumbles a bit to get it to point the camera towards the bed, then lays back and points his dick straight up. I am mesmerized, lying in my own bed, probably look like a wreck, it's a good thing this is a one way broadcast. Or narrowcast, I sincerely hope I am the only recipient. My own dick is piss-hard, I fumble it out of my briefs and wait. A moment, then he says: -Uh! and starts to piss straight up. I hear the "ssssss" sound perfectly. The yellow stream goes straight up, maybe two feet, then rains down on his crotch, and continues down his body to the dirty bed. He stops the piss. Then he starts to wank. He lets go a little more piss. The piss stream breaks up chaotically with the rhythmical movement of his hand. -Ah ah ah so good, he says under his breath, but the phone catches it. Wank, wank, piss cloud, wank, wank, wank, piss spurt. Drops and sploshes of piss go everywhere. His body, the bed, the wall. Some even hit the phone with a "thunk" amplified by the microphone. -Ah ah ah ah ah, he continues, stretching his legs in pleasure. He looks at the phone as he continues to portion out his piss, straight into my eyes. -You too, he demands. He knows I'm watching. He knows I will obey. I piss, I wank with him. My strong morning piss smell fills the room. I moan and wank along with him. Wank, wank, piss cloud, wank, wank, piss spurt. I wank with my right hand and hold the dirty phone with my left. A truly dirty phone, now. I hope it survives the piss drops hitting it, but I dare not move it, I want to watch it all as we piss and jerk together, only - literally - a stone's throw from each other, but in different houses and different beds. Suddenly I hear a door open from the video. It doesn't phase Mark. I can only see the bed, not the door, but it seems logical that it is his mother, and I stop pissing and wanking, guiltily, even though she obviously can't see me. -Mark. You need to finish up and get ready for school. Oh my god - he is pissing his bed and continues to jerk off in front of his mum! My bladder closes up, and I feel my cock start to cum all by itself. -Okay, mum. He then stops jerking off and lets all the rest of the piss go in one long spurt, tilting the stream and splashing his face. His mouth is open, and he laps and swallows the last drops. Then he jerks off really fast, and cums with two squirts which sail up and land on his chest. My cum pumps out on the bed on top of my piss. Unbelievably, I then hear his mother continue. She stayed and watched her little son cum! -And please take a shower before you go. You are so dirty, Mark, she pleads. -No! Mark says, and turns to turn off the live feed. He grins at the camera - me. -I like dirty. Then black. ___ Tuesday, 13:42. A video, not live. It seems Cameron is filming under the desk again. It's very dark. It seems the class is watching an educational video about dinosaurs. The volume is loud. Mark's dick is out, stiff. He pisses. Cameron giggles. It hits the underside of his desk and drips down on his trousers, wetting them. He continues to do this in small spurts. The boy on the next desk bends down. I can see his face as a dark blur. He giggles. -Mark, you're so nasty, he whispers. Black. ___ Tuesday, 23:12. Live, Marks face is in frame. It looks strange. His hair is standing up, but waving. -Hi, he says, looking me right in the eye. I can't really make out the background. He pushes the camera away. Now I can see bright flowers, but upside down. The video is upside down, in fact. Mark is hanging by his legs from swing bars, in shorts only. I recognize the place, it's the kindergarten down the street. Mark swings the camera out, and now I can see his dick is out of his pants, pointing straight down at his face. He starts pissing, letting go a whole bladderful, wetting his stomach, running down his face - or up it, from the perspective of the video. He coughs and splutters as some goes up his nose. The camera swings wildly as he gets down from the swings. He walks over to a small playhouse, and pulls down his pants before he goes in. He sits down inside it and starts to jerk off as he grunts. I can't see it, but he is pooping, I can hear the turd plop down on the floor. He cums in his hands and smear it on some of the toys. -A present for the kiddies, he says. Black. ___ Wednesday, 10:11. Live. Cameron filming, I presume, over the top of a toilet divider. Mark is sitting on the toilet. In front of him, a big kid, fat, maybe 12 or 13. Trousers around his feet. Mark is sucking him, the kid is breathing heavily, then cums, grabbing Marks hair, shoving his cock all the way into his throat. Mark gags a little, then pulls back. -Gotta piss? he whispers to the boy. -Yeah, the fat kid says. Mark sucks the cock into his mouth. The kid grunts, farts loudly, and then Mark starts swallowing. Black. ___ That last live feed had me seething with jealousy, like a teenage girl. It seemed he was having sex with everybody but me. I was at work all day, and Mark seemed to avoid me, just teasing with all the video. Yes, Cameron had sucked me off, but it was Mark I wanted. I dithered. Then sent a text. "I want some of that". Nothing. His mother called me later that day, asked me over for tea. I eagerly accepted. I was masturbating naked when she called, and just pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt. When I came into the living room, Mark wasn't there. She caught me looking for him, and said he was upstairs, probably in the bathroom again. I sat in the sofa, chatting inanely, when my dirty phone buzzed. I checked it discreetly. It was a snap of Mark, naked on the toilet, gaping, eyes closed, his mouth a large O. There was a text across the picture. "Use me" I put the phone away, then waited some microseconds. -That tea goes straight through me. Mind if... I gestured upstairs. She looked down and sipped some tea, then answered. -Sure! Just knock if he is in there. I walked upstairs, trying not to seem too eager. The door to the bathroom was open. Mark sat on the toilet, lid closed, same as in the picture, mouth wide open, eyes closed. His dick was stiff. I started to close the door, but he interrupted me. -Leave it open. I stood there like a dummy for a minute, then moved towards him. His cock was super hard and pulsed. I sniffed. God, I had missed him and his dirty smell. I had seen him, but not smelled that rank, sweet Mark-smell, unique to him. I zipped down and pulled out my hard cock. Then I stepped between his spread legs and touched his lips with it. He staid perfectly still. I hunched my hips forward, sliding into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, and I felt a warm, wet suction. Finally! I waited. He waited. Huh? Okay - he had written "Use me." I started moving my hips slowly back and forth. His head followed - he was sucking, but I didn't get any friction. I realized what he wanted. I grabbed his head with both hands and started jerking myself off with his mouth, slowly at first. I was careful not to push too far in. But he complained: -Mmmmh! Then he put his hands on top of mine and pushed his head all the way forward, so my cock hit the back of his throat and slid a little down into it. He gagged with a retching noise. Damn, why did he want the door open? Did he want his mother to hear? But I got the point - at least my cock did. Days of frustration made me throw all concerns about silence and being gentle aside. I wanted my mouthfuck. I pushed him off, the suction becoming stronger. Then I pulled him back on. Aaaah! My cockhead forced itself into his gullet. Then pull back - suction - shove in, gurgles. I could see that his hand now was pulling on his cock, releasing boy dick smell into the air. The sounds were loud and splotchy. He heaved, but if anything came up I didn't notice, because my cock was already on its way down his throat again. I started grunting, loving the feeling of using a nine year old kid's mouth as a messy, wet fuckhole. Spit and precum started spraying out of his mouth as he coughed, glistening on his stomach and cock, on my crotch and pants. -Ummm! Ummm! I love your suckhole! Ummm! I told him in a low voice. -I'm going to cum... into your tummy... little boy... He suddenly stopped sucking and masturbating, and tore my hands off his head. I was so close, I actually complained: -Nooo! But... -Piss on me! he demanded. I contemplated raping my way into his mouth again to get my rocks off, but took a deep breath. Okay, I could do this. Here I am, in my friendly neighbor woman's bathroom, and her nine year old son wants piss. Well, he was gonna get it. I held my cum-ready cock pointed at his face, then forced myself to start a hard piss-stream. It hit him straight in his face. The recoil drops splatted me as well. He took my cock in his hand and used it as a shower head, wetting his hair, opened his mouth and let me piss straight into it, swallowed, painted his body with it, then bent it down and used it as a massage showerhead straight onto his stiff boy pole. -Yeah... he said. -Am I the dirtiest boy you know? -Yeah, I said. -I have never met anyone like you. Except me. My stream petered out. -Go down now, he said. What? I felt cheated! I hadn't cum! And as I looked down on my pants and T-shirt, there were piss blotches all over them. -Go! he repeated. I moved to get some toilet paper to mop up the worst, but he stopped me. -No, he said. -Let her see you like this. Leave your fly open. Every protective instinct I had protested at that order. "Are you mad?" they shouted at me. "Get out! Get away! This is insane!" But like an obedient dog, I went out, left my fly open, and went downstairs, piss stains and all. I just knew I was flushed, red, blushing like a guilty kid. She came in from the kitchen with a fresh pot of tea as I sat down. She looked at me. Her shoulders sank, and she sighed just a little. -Sorry, spilled water from the sink, I said, lamely. She braced herself and put a too-bright smile on her face. -Did you have to wait for Mark? she asked. -Uh, no, he is in his room, I think, I said. My ears were hot. Liar, liar. Also my cock was throbbing. It made a tent in my pants. I wondered if she could see cock flesh through the fly. She poured tea, and we resumed our conversation until we heard something bounce down the stairs. It was Mark, of course. And... and he hadn't cleaned up at all. He had just pulled on a too-big T-shirt, maybe something his father left. It had soaked up my piss from his body. His hair was wet, his face was wet. His bare feet left wet footprints on the floor. He sauntered over to the couch and snuggled wetly against me. We could all smell that the liquid was piss. I knew it was my piss, I heartily hoped his mother didn't know. -Oh, Mark. Can't you at least clean up? We have a guest, she said, exasperated. -It's just Ollie. Ollie doesn't mind? Do you? He looked up at me with adorable doggie eyes. -Uh, no, uh... Boys, you know... And then he stretched up and kissed me on the mouth. As he did, the T-shirt rode up, exposing his stiff, hairless, wet boy tool. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, and stuck one hand into my open fly, making contact with my hard cock. It was leaking. He pulled it out of the fly. Then he took my hand, which was around his wet shoulders, and put it on his stiff penis. He started masturbating me as we kissed. I started masturbating him. My brain had shut off. His mother started to get up. -I'll just go do the dishes... Mark stopped kissing me for a moment, and said: -They can wait, mum. She sat down again. Mark started kissing me again. I glanced at her. She had tears in her eyes, but she was silent. Also flushed. Well, it was obvious Mark had some sort of hold on his mum. I - or my cock - decided to just go for it. I started kissing Mark with gusto, plunging my tongue into his nine year old boy mouth, tasting my own piss. I masturbated the child in front of his own mother, and he jerked my cock expertly. The smell of my cock mixed with the smell of the pissy boy, and made me even hornier. His wanking slung precum all over. I noticed a slimy drop hit his mum's pants. She winced. -Mmmm, Mark said into my mouth. I could feel his boy cock vibrate, and piss flushed out of it. My jerking made it shower us both, the couch, and the table with the cups and tea, with hot, steamy boy urine. His mother was wringing her hands. -Oh, Mark, do you have to... He moved his head and said, a bit sarcastically, I thought: -Yes Mum, I just can't help it. I don't know why. No matter. I jerked his pissing cock with lust and joy, feeling his small boy hands pleasure my adult cock. The room now reeked of man and boy smells. I knew I couldn't last long. As I bucked my hips and felt my cum start, Mark jerked my big cock faster, I jerked his small cock faster. He came first, groaning into my mouth. His sticky drops squirted out of his stiff tool. I was soon behind, and murmured into his mouth as slimy semen shot out and splatted us both. Next, a squirt that hit the table, the tea cups. For the last one, Mark pulled back and turned his head. My warm, slimy, white goo hit his face, and he stuck a tongue out and licked it, as he looked at his mum. -Mmmm, good, he said, staring at her. -I think I was born to suck big cocks and be a good boy and drink up all the daddy-pee and daddy-milk. Yum! Yum! There was a bit of poison in his voice. Red-faced and breathless, his mother seemed to be at a total loss. -I... I... Oh! she said. She put her hands to her face, got up, and ran into the kitchen. I looked at us, at the room. The formerly tidy living room was a splattered mess. The couch was wet, cups and table messed up with piss and dripping, white man-cum. -Happy? he said, kissing me and letting me taste my cum. I mmmm-ed into him, sniffed the filthy boy and tousled his piss-wet hair. -Very, I said. -But also scared. What if she...? -She won't, for sure, he said and smiled at me. -I'll tell you about it later. Then he reached for the remote, turned on a cartoon channel, and leaned back into me. He was so small, yet such a perv! I couldn't get my head around it. We sat there, snuggling, with drying piss and sperm on us, cocks out, as we heard the clinking of dishes being done from the kitchen. I wondered what just happened, where we would go from here, and thought about the remaining points on the list he had made, but in the end I gave up trying to think, and just enjoyed the intimacy, and the stinking aftermath of good, dirty boy sex. ______________________ End part three Oh my dear! This boy has been around the block. I promised you I would tell you what came from readers in this chapter. It was, as you may have guessed, the knowing mother, and sex in the bathroom with her close. That was inspired by the real-life experiences of a stunning writer who I'm sure will publish his fucking hot life story soon - if not, I'll steal it word for word (Thank you, and throw that Murph out!). It is also the first manifestation of my own fantasies about cuckolding a man who dares not touch his own son, whom I will not identify at all. But thank you - you know who you are! 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 have written to me about an earlier story or chapter, send a quick note anyway if you liked this new installment. When no-one writes, it's a good indication that a story should reach its end :) If you want, I'll send you the link to some other weird-ass stories I wrote. They are kinkier and with younger participants. And if you are one of the nice people I already sent the link to, check back there occasionally - I update that site as well. Next part is coming. Last time I said "soon", but it could take a while... although large parts of it are written. I know, I'm a tease. I was born that way. XXX Boy Ahoy My mail is mj290858@riseup.net.