Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2016 08:25:26 +0100
From: Boy Ahoy <mj290858@riseup.net>
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
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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
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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!