Date: Sat, 02 Jul 2016 23:14:15 +0100
From: Boy Ahoy <mj290858@riseup.net>
Subject: Dirty Perv Boy - 2

Dirty Perv Boy - 2
by Boy Ahoy

Gay/Adult-Youth
Gay/Urination

Mb oral ws b9

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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.

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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.


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End part two

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