Nasty Boys

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Nasty Boys


Millie Dynamite

© Copyright 2018/2021 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales are entirely coincidental. This story does not condone random or unprotected sex.

Nasty Boys

The random chat window opened. For a moment, the two viewers were fuzzy out of focus. Then the woman sharpened into view. A stunning blonde, her hair hung in waves on either side of her face, her large, green eyes had shades of green and blue on the lids. Above, her arched eyebrows, high cheekbones, and slender, somewhat elegant nose were all the boys saw. She moved back, and her full, pouty lips curled into a smirking smile.

“Well, my goodness, you two boys are quite young, aren’t you?”

“I’m 19,” the dark-haired boy told her.

“I’m not quite 19,” the fairer, somewhat soft-looking blonde-haired boy told her.

“Well, my, my, my, and what are you two, deviant, little fuckers doing on an adult chat site?”

“Trying to talk to a beautiful woman,” the blonde boy told her.

“But they catch sight of us and move on,” the other child said.

“Are your little dicks hanging out of your pants?”

“No,” they said in unison.

“We’re not fag boys,” the blonde kid said.

“Stand up,” she insisted. “Let me see from your waist and down below.”

The two boys stood. They wore shorts and t-shirts. “Lift up the shirts,” she said. They followed her instructions. “Pull the shirts off, little boys.” They did what she said. “You children can sit down,” she said. They did as she told them. Their cheeks were beet red.

“Oh, did I embarrass my little boys?” the pair nodded their heads. “Well, you can’t be on an adult site and not have it about adult things. What’re your names?”

“I’m Tony,” the softer boy said, his face plastered with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, Tony, the name can be a boy’s or a girl’s name. Did you know that, cutie-pie?”

Nodded his head, Tony’s cheeks flushed.

“And you, stud, what’s your name?”

“I’m Bob, well Robert, but everyone calls me Bob,” he said, adding, “I play football, I’m a quarterback.”

“But Tony doesn’t play football, does he?”

The boys shook their heads. Tony fixed his eyes off the center of the screen, avoiding direct eye contact with the woman.

“Cause Tony’s too small and frail for football, isn’t he?”

“I’ll get bigger,” Tony said, fixing his almanbahis eyes on her, glancing in another direction.

“Yeah, but never as man-sized or strong as Robert. Robert will be a huge, strong man someday, and you, well, cutie-pie, you won’t. You’ll be a lovely boy all your life. You know, you look like a girl in the face. So, soft and attractive, and your body is shaped like a girl as well. A fine thin waist and I bet you have a tight, round, little ass too, baby.”

“You take that back,” he said in a hushed voice, his lower lip trembling. He cast his eyes to the edge of the screen, refusing to let the woman see his eyes. Wringing his hands, Tony bit his lower lip.

“Oh, was I mean, did hurt your feelings? Are you going to cry like a little girl?”

“Stop it, you’re lying to me. I’m no like no girl.”

“Are too. Robert, tell Tony the truth about how he looks,” she said.


“Tell him,” she ordered in a soft, yet quite firm voice.

“You are lovely, and with your long hair…well, it’s super on you, actually quite cute.”

Tony’s cheeks reddened, his eyes glanced to the floor, and a tear rolled down his cheek. The tears built in his eyes, one after another, rolled down his lovely, soft cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Robert said, putting his bear-paw of a hand on the smaller boy’s shoulder.

“Hug Tony, Robert,” she told him.

It was an order, but he wanted to hug the other boy, so he did. At first, Tony resisted the hug, trying to move away, but after a moment, Tony relaxed, accepting the attention for a few seconds.

Tony’s tears rolled from his eyes as he sobbed, pulling away from Robert.

“It’s okay, Tony,” Robert told him. Tugging his friend back into his arms, patting Tony back as he grasped him to him.

When Tony’s hands, first one then other, moved to Roberts back, it was awkward for both. In a few moments, the two boys’ lips met, and a peck turned to kiss. Robert’s cock twitched in his shorts, his hug and kiss became more aggressive, and passion grew in him.

Roberts thick, long tongue snaked in between Tony’s full, pouty lips. His right hand roamed over Tony’s small chest, squeezing his small firm pecks, massaging them like they were tits. Robert’s cock stiffened, reaching full size.

“MMmm,” the woman said. “Now that’s sexy, oh, so, fucking hot. Are your little dicks getting stiff?”

Robert broke the kiss and nodded his head, turned back, and kissed Tony again. He guided the boy’s hand to his cock. “See what you did to me, Tony?”

“I’m sorry,” Tony said. “I didn’t mean to do that. Ghosh, Bobby, your dick is kind of humungous.”

“Take it out and jack me,” Robert told him.

“I’m not a fag,” Tony said while he rubbed the stiff prick.

“Yeah, but my boners, your fault,” he said, whispered into his ear. “I’ve jerked off thinking about your beautiful face, slender body, and almanbahis giriş petite, firm, round ass.”

“You understand Tony wants to suck your dick, don’t you, Robert?” the woman asked. “So, make him. This way, the blowjob isn’t his fault, and he isn’t a fag. He wants to suck you, so go ahead, make him.”

Taking a hand full of Tony’s soft blonde hair, he guided him down his chest, pausing at his belly.

“Kiss my belly button,” he told him, twisting on his hair.

Tony acted reluctant to comply, but with some rough encouragement, a twist to the hair, Tony kissed the other boy’s belly. Running his tongue over the washboard abs as he worked the bigger boy’s cock out of his pants with his small, delicate hands.

Tony worked his way down to the Roberts crotch. Gawking at Robert’s seven-inch boner, drool ran from Tony’s mouth, falling on Robert’s lower belly. It trickled lower, pooling at the base of his erection.

Throwing his head back, Robert let out a long, fervent hiss. Precum leaked and spread over his helmet; he pushed Tony’s face closer.

“Go on, suck me, bitch,” he said. His voice wasn’t mean but quite excited.

“Promise you won’t tell,” Tony asked.

“Stop being such a pussy, suck,” Robert told him. Pushing Tony’s head closer to his hard cock, Robert thrust his hips upward, driving his cock between Tony’s parted lips. The wet interior of Tony’s warm mouth felt so good on his rigid pecker.

Tony sucked on the cock and ran his tongue around it. In a few moments, Robert grabbed hard on the hank of hair he held, pushed Tony down further as he began to spew into his mouth. Globs sprayed down the boy’s throat, and he gobbled it down hungry for Roberts seed. The cock went soft in his mouth, and Robert pulled him off his cock and forced his friends to face him. Their lips again touched, gentle and loving, they played at a kiss. In a leisurely manner, the kiss grew more passionate, and the two kid’s tongues intertwined.

The woman offered encouragement as she watched them. Her twat grew moist, and she slid in two fingers, enjoying the show.

“Make him hard one more time, Tony, and let him fuck your little, pussy-girl ass,” she said.

As soon as Tony’s hand drifted back to Robert’s cock it jumped up hard. They continued their kiss for a few moments. Robert stood, pulled his chair around, pushed Tony over the chair, his ass pointing toward Robert. Robert pulled the shorts and underwear around the other boy’s ankles.

“You want to watch this, don’t you, lady? You want to finger fuck yourself while I fuck his tight little ass,” Robert said.

“Don’t call Tony by boy names. Treat him like the girl he is,” she told him.

“Okay, okay, you want me to fuck her little pussy ass, don’t you?”


“Promise you won’t tell Bobby,” Tony said, peering over his shoulder at his best friend.

“Shut up bitch,” Robert said. almanbahis yeni giriş “Don’t call me Bobby makes me sound like a little boy. Come on, bitch, call me Robert.”

“Okay, Robert, but promise you won’t tell no one,” Tony insisted.

“You’re the bitch,” He said. “Bitches don’t give orders.”

“Hey,” the woman snapped. “I’m the one in charge.”

“Sorry, but…”

“You promise her that you won’t tell anyone and be nicer to her.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, Tony, I promise I won’t tell no one. You’re my girl, you got it?”

“Yeah,” Tony said.

“Hold on to the chair,” Robert said.

Tony grabbed the seat tightly. His head rested on the metal seat, his ass at the perfect height and position for Rober. Gazing at the sweet ass, Robert’s adrenalin surged; he shoved his cock inside, jerked the folding chair toward him. He worked his hips hard. Holding the chair up on two legs, he fucked little Tony for all he, she, was worth. Jabbing his fat seven into Tony’s sweet ass, hard and deep. Pounding into that tight, virgin, dry ass. Beads of sweat broke out on their bodies, Tony screamed in a mixture of pain and joy. His small cock bounced and soon spewed cum over onto the chair back and his own face.

Robert pounded away, looking at the woman on the monitor. Her face was attractive but not nearly as gorgeous as Tony’s. He’d always wanted to be with Tony but didn’t know how to tell him. He shifted his gaze away from the woman. He gazed down at Tony’s lovely, cum-covered face wondering he’d dress up in girl’s clothes for him. The chair rattled, rumbled, and made that sound that chairs make on hardwood floors as he fucked the shit deeper into Tony’s cute round ass.

His balls tightened, rose, the cum started a journey. Viscid streams of sticky sperm spurted deep inside the hot shithole as his balls and Tony’s touched. Pushing in harder, holding Tony’s sweet ass to his lap. Glob after glob exploded until he had nothing left.

“Fuck, you’re a good girl,” Robert said.

Breaking apart, Roberts’s cock withdrew with a loud plop. The two boys settled into the cum covered seat. Tony sitting on Robert’s lap as cum, he curled into the larger boy. Liquified shit, globs of cum, and some blood oozed out of Tony, trickling down and mingling with his own discharge on the seat. They shared the mutual wet spot.

“Can we see your naked body now?” Tony asked.

“My goodness, you two, little boys are nasty, little, fucker fags,” she said, hitting next, she was gone.

Slowly the next cam became sharp and clear. The man blinked, “More dirty kids, what is it with all you queer’s today. What the fuck? Is there no pussy out there?”

The cam changed again as the two boys kissed. Tony reached over for the mouse and closed the window.

“We don’t need no jerks to have fun,” Tony said. “You ever done a girl?”

“No, nor a guy either, you’re my first,” Robert said. Kissing his new girl again, a deep passion filed French kiss. “You can be the boy next time.”

“You say I can but don’t mean it, do you?”

“No,” he said. “Get my cock stiff again, baby girl.”

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