Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2022 23:04:31 +0100 (CET)
From: weakestone670@tutanota.com
Subject: My New Pervert Neighbor Part 2 adult/youth

Dear sir, I hope this is considered a cover letter. I apologize for the
inconvenience but I request a email change. My 1st chaper of my story "My
new pervert neighbor" part 1. I used the email address
weakone679@gmail.com. I recieved many positive emails, which was great.
Many of the emails recommended not using gmail, which is unfortunate, due
to my lack of skills I liked that it was easy to use.
My new email is weakestone670@tutanota.com. Extremely sorry for the
inconvenience, I hope this is possible and thank you for submitting my
past story on this incredible site.

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Disclaimer: if this story is illegal for you to read, then I guess I
would say not to. Sex between an adult and a minor is very illegal, and
in most cases very wrong. These are not stories of an adult looking for
young boys for sex but a made up story, pure fiction, of me as a young
boy looking to have sex with an adult men. Non relative.

My first story was " My new pervert neighbor" part 1. It took me a while
to get that from my mind to here. Because of the unexpected and
overwhelmingly positive response I recieved viva email it has accelerated
my motivation to speed up future chapters. I am busy so it does take a
while. I read all emails and love them, keep them coming. I try to reply
and I do read them over and over, they are like a euphoric drug but I am
trying to focus on this story, it goes along way. It really does take
awhile.

I changed my email and I am new to all this. Not new to nifty, believe
me. I'm new to typing and email and submitting stories so please accept
my apologies for mistakes. It's easy to fall into a trap of re-reading a
story and changing and fixing things to point where it never gets done. I
came up with this chapter kind of quick like to see if it ends up where I
hope. It took me a while to get use to one email and now I'm learning
another one. I'll get back to being a nasty young boy after this chapter.
thanks for your support.

My mind was going crazy as I laid there in my bed, I could still taste
and feel his cum in my belly, I kept thinking of all the craziness of
what I had just done. That was not what I had expected from my first
sexual experience. I didn't think about sex a whole lot at that point of
my life but sort of expected my first time to be with a girl when I was
older. I definitely did not think it would be just 10 days into my
twelfth year and with an old guy and never thought I would have done what
I did with him. I never had a gay thought in my head before, didn't even
know what it was. Now here I am with a belly full of cum. I tought about
making myself throw up but I wanted to keep his cum in me, I wanted it to
become part of me for some reason. It was that meeting my parents and
neighbors had in the kitchen that planted that seed in me. Their the
reason I was now a fag, they made me into a 12 year old sexual predator,
one that preyed on an old guy child molester and that was ready to do
anything. I was so thankful for them.

As I laid in my bed I heard my parents pull into the drive way, after
what had just happen I was so not ready to face them, total buzz kill. My
mom came into my room and said dinner would be ready soon. I lied and
told her I wasn't feeling well if I could just stay in bed. She came over
to feel my forehead to see if I had a fever,  she looked down at me with
a knowingly quizzical look and asked me what all that crusty stuff on my
face  and in my hair, she told me to go take a shower and wash my face
and hair and that  maybe I would feel better, She gave me a disgusted
look like she knew what it was.  She then told me that a church member
had died and I had to go to the church services with them in the morning,
I knew it,  total buzz kill.

I got up and went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror,  I was
shocked at the mess on my face, I thought I took all of his cum into my
belly, but I looked like a glazed donut. I was glad my mom didn't push me
on what it was, even though I could have told her it was the cum from the
molester down the street but she never would have believed it. The shower
did feel good, my boy pussy was a little sore from his finger fucking but
I liked the way it felt, I really want him to fuck me with his rock hard
adult cock, I wanted to be his little boy fuck slut.

I crawled back into my bed naked, I never slept naked before but it
really felt good rubbing my steel hard boy boner onto the  cool sheet
covered mattress. I laid there as more and more thoughts and details
creeped back into my head about what I had done. I was proud of myself. I
thought of the meeting of do gooders in my kitchen, talking about blow
jobs, if they only knew what they did to me. I thought that was funny. I
thought about when I asked my friend Danny what a "blow job" was and he
laugh at me because I didn't know. I couldn't wait till the next time he
slept over. Everything I did worked out perfectly, maybe there was a God
and he wanted me to be a fag. The way I rode my bike past the child
molsters house wearing those old short shorts, showing him my ass like
that, I must be crazy. I didn't know that guy, I didn't even know what he
looked like, all I knew was he was a child molester, an old guy who like
to have sex with young boys like me. I didn't know what to think, that
was all it took to turn me into a faggot. I loved that word, loved that I
was a faggot.

I laid there rubbing my  boy boner into my bed as I thought about the
days events. The way I fell off my bike was epic. The sight of that had
to have drove him crazy.  A young boy with his young smooth legs spread
wide open leading up to that thrusted out 12 year old ass covered in
those barely existing shorts with his boner hanging out. And then when I
rolled over onto my back and spread my legs out wide and exposed. I loved
those shorts, they made me feel sexy, like a sissy, a sissy faggot , I
wanted to be one of those, a just turned 12 year old butt fucking,
cocksucking, slutty dressing sissy faggot.

My favorite thought was of his adult cock, it was so big and manly
looking, so drifferent than mine. I loved the way it looked under those
worn out sweatpants, the way it swung and bounced around and how I could
see every definition of it. I laid there and realized, I loved cock, that
made me feel good. I'm not that smart, not good at sports at all, but I
am cute and girlish looking and looked awesome in those shorts. Cock, I
knew I could be good at cock.

The molesters cock was awesome, I didn't even know his name, didn't need
to. It was all about the cock. I smiled when I thought about how I tried
to untie that knot in the drawstring of his sweats with my teeth, the way
his cock was bouncing against my body, I know he tied that knot tight on
purpose. When I pulled those sweats down and his cock sprang out and left
that wet trail of cum on me as it bounced off my face and came to rest on
my mouth. All that precum in the huge pee slit landing right on my 12
year old lips. That was going to be a defining moment in my personal
history, my first sexual experience was tasting a grown man's sperm on my
young lips.

I was really rubbing my boy boner into the mattress as I thought of how
his finger and tongue in my boy pussy, "my cunt" he called it. I loved
that he called my ass a cunt. I didn't know what a cunt was before but it
wasn't hard to figure out, and it sounded cool. I was so hard as I fucked
into my bed, I moaned into my pillow and spread my leg out reached back
and touched my boy pussy, my cunt. I had never touched myself like that
before, never would have even thought of it, now it's another sexual
device for me to use to lure old guys.

I rubbed my cunt enjoying the soreness of it. His fingers were big and
fat like his cock, he was pretty aggressive when he thrust them all the
way into me, back and fourth. His finger was big hard and rigid, but his
tongue was also big and fat but soft and felt like a big worm, I could
feel it squirming around inside me. I loved it but was surprised that
someone would do that. He had his whole tongue in my boy butt, kissing,
licking, and nibbling on it when I tought I heard him mumble that I had a
perfect "Rosebud," whatever that was. I remembered how much I liked being
in that postion, naked, holding my legs wide opened with a grown man's
face buried between them munching on my 12 year old butt hole. I liked
his tonuge a lot but liked the hardness and meanness of his big middle
finger the most. I wanted his adult cock in me super bad. It was so big
but I knew I could take it. I wanted to get fucked by him, I wanted him
to fuck me harder with his hard cock than he did with his finger. I
didn't care how bad it would hurt.

His cock was like a magic wand to me, some sort of awakening. Hearing
about him was the spark thanks to my parents and the God fearing
neighbors and their fag hating meeting. Seeing his hanging bouncing cock
under those sweats had me hooked, he then reeled me into the garage and
his into his house with the nakedness of it. Those amazing instructional
movies he had on his TV that guided me , I was just watching little kid
movies not last week. It all lead up to the moment that he put his big
hard fat child molesting adult cock into my eager and wanting child
molesting luring 12 year old mouth. I put myself in that position, not
the molesters fault at all, I did this, me and the do gooders. Tell a
child not to do something and before you know it he's a cock sucking cum
swallowing faggot.

The feeling of his fat cockhead as it first entered my mouth was beyond
words. The taste and texture of it made me dizzy as my tonuge tip landed
into his cum filled huge pee slit and then licked around the head of it
like a ice cream cone. A cum and skin tasting ice cream cone. I loved the
taste of the combo. It must have been the movies that were on his TV that
made me so aggressive, why else would I try to get him in my young tight
throat so quickly. It was a beautiful human moment, an adult grown man
working side by side with a 12 year old boy to achieve the same goal but
from different angles, to get his cock as far down my throat as
possible. It was uncomfortable, when his fat cock head hit my throat I
couldn't breathe, but my with my God given instincts and natural born
talents and his adult coaching, I learned and was able  to take a lot of
his fat head and shaft into my young throat. Even through my throat was
making funny noises, gagging and slobbering and sounding like  I was
dying, I was loving it and trying to take more.

From the sounds that he made I could tell he also loved it . At one point
I think he forgot what he was doing or who he was with. I was a 12 year
old boy, just turned 12 by 10 days and  he was fucking my head like it
was some kind of sex toy, a device for him to shove his hard cock into,
but I took it. I knew something was about to happen when he shoved his
cock as far down into my throat as possible and started to grunt like a
animal. I started really rubbing into my bed as I remembered how he held
my head in place and I could feel his dick swell up and then pluse and
throb and shoot out what felt like salty liquid bullets shooting like
spurts of water out of my super powered squirt gun. The thought of how it
felt and tasted when that hot adult cum was shooting right down into my
throat and how I could feel that hot slim slide down into my belly and
settle there sent me over the edge. I really started to fuck my boy boner
into my bed with that thought and the fact that I could still taste his
cum in my gut.

My young dick then had a very intense spasm, one after another as I
fucked into my bed. It went on for a while as I moaned into my pillow.
It was almost as intense as when I came in my molesters mouth. I wasn't
sure if it was a wet or dry spasm but I could feel a puddle of slim and I
rubbed my dick into it and as I came down from my sexual high. I looked
down at my sheets and saw a huge puddle of boy cum, how was I going to
explain that to my mom. I already had a feeling she knew what that was on
my face earlier, I'm sure females know what that looks like.

My young dick stayed hard and and I stayed horny even after I came, the
desire of a young boy is quite strong,  I had to get back to my molester.
He said to come back at night if I could, I could. Friday night would be
perfect. My parents like to sleep in on Saturdays. They would drink wine
and take a sleeping pill on friday night and would sleep with an eye mask
and white noise machine on. I had strict orders not to wake them. They
were dead to the world. Friday night would be the night I lose my
virginity for real, the real way, by taking a man's dick into my 12 year
old body.

Friday was along ways away, I had to think of ways to find more dick, I
wanted to be a slut, a gay pre teen slut. I started to think of other old
guys that I could lure into my sexual  deviance. As I drifted off to
sleep a faded distant memory reappeared in my mind,  Mr Santos . He was a
neighbor and a friend of my dad's. He was a good looking older guy from
brazil, he was at the do gooders meeting. I suddenly remembered it was
his voice I heard talking about "blow jobs." I was too young and didn't
think any thing about it at the time, I just thought he was a weird guy.
But now it all made sense. It was two or three years ago in the summer, I
was riding my bike up and down the street like I do. I remembered it was
a hot day and I didn't have a shirt on, just a pair of shorts. As I rode
past his house he called me into his back yard to show me his new pool.
It kinda weirded me out  at the time when I saw that he was wearing a
pair of white speedos. He must have just gotten out of the pool and his
speedos were wet so they were very see though.

I remembered how uncomfortble I was standing there while he was standing
in front of me in those speedos. I didn't think anything of it at the
time but he was showing me his big brazilian dick. I thought it was just
some foreigner thing with the speedos thing, nowI know he was trying to
entice me. I thought back on how big and hard it was, it was laying
sideways towards his left hip held in place by his tight white see
through wet speedos. I could see all the veins and every detail perfectly
as he stood there talking to me and saying I could go swimming there
anytime I wanted. I think I was only 9 years old and it all kind of freak
me out and I quickly left, I didn't know any better at the time. I
couldn't wait to go swimming now. I did a quick prayer to God, please
lord, please guide me to dick, cock, please guide me to being a total
fag. i slowly fell asleep with the thought of dick and the fact I had to
go to church in the morning. Life will be more interesting and fun from
here on out.

Ready or not here it goes. Hope you like.  Mick