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Subject: The Boy App 1 This story is a work of fiction and It contains graphic scenes of sex between underage boys and an adult male… If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. I love to hear feedback so please do not hesitate to let me know what you think on ail my last e-mail got deleted accidently so this is a new one. Don’t forget to donate generously to Nifty!!! Rain lashed the windshield of Marc Bolan’s car as he sat in a parking lot across from a local diner. He was looking down at his phone, at the baby blue icon of the ”boy app” his friend Tony Santiago has set him up. The simple icon of a boy’s smiling face was looking at him, at the bottom of the icon read ”do you want a free tour?” and two answers ” yes” and ”no”. Marc was thinking, was this real or was this some kind of Tony’s joke? As the rain continued to pelt his car, Bolan mentally reviewed what happened just few hours ago in downtown bar. ”I promise you man, it’s fun, it’s hot, it’s fucking great; Come on, you should try it!” Tony said. ”I don’t know, man, I never heard of the boy app, are you sure? How do they keep it online? Doesn’t police know about it?” Marc asked, taking his beer. ” No they don’t, it’s quite simple, you can’t find it, the VPN address always changes, sometimes It’s in Moldova, then it’s in Tajikistan then it goes to Northern Macedonia and bam, it’s in Cleveland . They can’t find or crash the site, plus the users are safe, because site provides the same thing for them! Plus it’s kind of a secret.” Tony Santiago said taking few peanuts in his mouth. Middle-aged Puerto Rican was quite hyped about the story he was sharing with his friend. ”Come on, a free app for fucking little boys, who, like how…” Marc stumbled over his own words. ”You mean what kind of a father would allow his boy to be fucked by an adult man?” Puerto Rican allowed himself a brief smile. He scratched his goatee beard. Marc nodded, he was kind of semi hard just thinking about boy fucking app, he squeezed his cock through his jeans. ”There are men, who would give up their sons for money, then there are those who like to swap their boys with another man’s; and then there are those who just like to watch, daddies who like to be dominated by other men, to see their sweet boys getting fucked.” Tony Santiago said quietly so to not be heard in crowded bar. He took one peanut in his mouth and smiled to bewildered Marc. ”What kind of a daddy are you Marc?” Big latino said, looking Marc straight to the eyes. Marc thought for a moment, his boy, his little grade-schooler, his little Benji. His wavy, hazelnut hair, his big green, curious eyes… his little bubble butt , his pink pouty lips with cupid’s bow, his little tongue swirling around his lips, wetting the pink surface, and a slight whisper ” I want someone to fuck me daddy!”. Marc’s cock was raging in his jeans. He looked back at Tony and Tony smirked at him. The rain stopped a couple of minutes later. The clouds drifted away and a pale moon shone on the thick stands of pine bordering the road. Marc Clicked ”yes” and the boy icon giggled, the app was on. ”Great! We’re ready to get started.” said the little voice as soon as he tapped the screen. ”First let’s take a little tour. This is what ”The Boy App” will look like when you open it.” The screen goes black, then opens to a page of tiny thumbnails of pictures. Pictures of boys. They fill the screen, and he scrolls down, seeing they go way down for pages. There are boys of all ages, shapes and sizes most of them are white and elementary school age. ”These are all the available boys within two miles of your home” the voice says, and Marc’s jaw almost falls off this time. There has to be more than ten boys, and all so close to him! He even glimpses a few neighborhood boys he recognizes, though none he knows personally. They each have a small nickname at the top of their thumbnail. Things like LittlePuppy and TheCumDumpBoy and ILuv2Gape and ChokeMe and FuckPartyBoy. This is too much to handle, Marc thought. ”Up at the top, you’ll başakşehir escort see the different page views you can go on. This page is called BOYS. Tap any boy’s picture to send him a message or to favorite him. ” ”Tap here to see MEN on the app.” Marc taps, and the screen changes again to the same setup, though this time no faces… most were just rock hard cocks and muscular, chunky or even hairy torsos. Again, there were all shapes, sizes and colors. Their nicknames disgust him. A picture of a big, pale, hooded, and hooked cock is associated with the nickname “CapH00k.” A user called “TeaParty” has just a shot of his big, low-hanging, hairy nuts, glistening with what Marc assumed is spit. “BlackImpaler” uploaded a tasteful shot of his pubes pressed up against some smooth, tiny little ass. “IDrownToddlers” just had a wine glass that was filled with what could only be cum. Rather than investigate any of these pervs, Craig taps “next” on the little blue bubble. The screen changes again. ”This is the COUPLES page. Here you can see guys and boys who are together nearby.” This was even more shocking! Neon yellow horizontal lines ran across his screen, and on either end was a thumbnail. On the right was the boy, on the left was the man. The boy on the top bar was the closest–he could tell because the distance was listed in the middle of the bar connecting them. They were only 820 feet away. Marc swallowed hard, and though he wasn’t conscious of it, his right hand slid over to his cock and slowly started to stroke it. It was still rock hard and sticking out of his zipper. He knew that boy. He’d seen him probably a hundred times. He was always waiting for the bus when Marc dropped off Benji. A little adorable thing scruffy brown hair and a real cheerful look in his blue eyes. What was the boy’s name? Simon? Sam? Sammy? Slowly Marc let his eyeballs scan over to the left. He doesn’t want to see…but oh God. He can’t help himself. He looks at the thumbnail. It’s just a cock. A huge Latino cock, to be precise. Massively long and pretty damn thick, too. It’s got tons of foreskin. Bolan gulped, that cock wasn’t safe for a grown up not to mention to a first-grader. There was a thing called a ”Couple album”, filled with pictures. Marc clicked the baby blue icon and opened the album. His eyes opened wide with astonishment. His cock was now at full mast. You could barely tell it was uncircumcised anymore, because his huge, massive, purple head was sticking straight out in front of him. His dick started precuming profusely. Marc moaned. The pictures were so hot, he couldn’t stand looking at them. First picture was of that little boy sucking latino man’s dick, boy worked up quite the froth. Some of that throat-froth was all up in man’s nasty foreskin. But most of it was just pouring out the sides of the little boy whores mouth. Second one was of Simon sitting in man’s lap and man’s long, thick, throbbing piece of rock-hard meat curved perfectly along Simon’s back. Marc leaned back in his seat and unbuttons first his shirt and then his pants, finally letting his cock out. It flops hard and wet against his trim and toned stomach. Marc realizes how much his zipper was squeezing his hard on, and looking down at it now, it looks so much thicker and harder than he’s ever seen it. Almost like it’s not his cock anymore, but some sicko’s dick that was controlling his mind. The third picture was too much for Marc and he came without touching himself, four thick ropes of cum have hit the windshield. It was that little grade-schooler on his back, legs up, smiling face and wrecked, bruised, red and hot-pink boy hole, it was leaking generous amounts of cum out of it, and the kid was making a heart shape with his hands over his fucked and ravaged boy pussy. The hole was in its center spewing hot, bubbling cum. A bit of a head of that latino horse cock was seen at right corner. The boy was red in his face, his hair glued to his forehead by sweat, but he looked all so happy! Right then Marc knew what he needs to do, he is going to creep halkalı escort and see those two. He looked down at the map that app provided, those two were right now together. Marc started his car and went to little Simon’s or Sammy’s place. Simon’s house, or rather his daddies was located at the east suburb, with flower gardens, white picket fences, nice neighbors an all American dream. If he was right Simon’s father was a town’s power plant engineer, yes, yes he remembered …the dad’s name was David Linden, a balding guy in his late 30s, with big glasses and thin moustaches. Was David really into this, giving his son to perverts, or was he a pervert himself swapping or enjoying to watch adult guys fucking his son. What kind of father was he? Then Marc Bolan thought about himself what kind of father was he? His Benji was probably watching cartoons or playing with his toys while old Mrs. Jenkins was babysitting him, soon it will be his bed time. While his father was trying to spy on little Simon and his latino lover. How sick was that? Bolan parked his car, checking if his phone was in his pocket, before getting out of the car and locking the door. He heard nothing except the drip of rain-water from the foliage. The house was in silence, there was no light except on the first floor at the, what Marc suspected, was Simon’s little room. Mr. Linden was probably having night shift at the power plant. Marc crossed the street sticking to the shadows of the building. There was a ladder for some kind of flower vine. Marc looked at the rooftop where the window was, there was light and some shadows too, so he checked the ladder and climbed them. Last time he was doing this he climbed to the room of then his high-school girlfriend, and now he’s climbing to see a grown man fuck a child. With some effort he was on the roof top and now he could even hear slight moans and whimpers coming from the room. Carefully Bolan crawled to the window, first what he saw was toy planes and starships hanging from the ceiling colored to look like a night sky. As he got closer he saw shelves with toys and children’s books, and then he saw two naked figures on the small bed. First one was Simon, little grade-schooler had his hands full of big, latino hog , his pink puffy lips were kissing the monstrous head, the boy stopped and looked Marc with his blue eyes. The first-grader removed his lips from engorged cock-head and smiled to creeping man at the window, his lips were still connected with a fat string of precum. Marc looked at the big figure that was sitting at the boys bed, and Tony Santiago smiled to him, he liked his lips and guided kid’s head back to his cock. Marc gasped, his eyes were locked with the carnal scene in front of him, Tony never took his eyes from Marc he looked him deep, piercing into Marc’s soul. Simon took latino’s cock into his mouth and slowly went down to the root. Tony exhaled deeply, curling his lip as he stared at Marc. ”So fucking good!” Tony mouthed to Marc while having a small boy gagging on his dick. Bolan couldn’t believe, so Tony was Simon’s couple, he was fucking that boy in his own room, surrounded with his toys, books, his little shoes and clothes…and fucking David Linden knew, he knew all of this… but, but how, why? Bolan thought. Marc unzipped his jeans and got his rock hard dick out, Tony looked at him and smirked once again. What took Bolan’s attention was a solid 10 inch cylinder of prime Puerto Rican beef. The hairiest dick he had ever seen sprouted from an unkempt garden of bushy black pubes and extended outwards in a nasty curve to a dark purple head in a generous hood of skin that was now in little Simon’s mouth. Displaying his dominance, Antonio Tony Santiago slammed kid’s head down onto his dick. Tony’s surprisingly gooey knob rammed against boy’s mouth, boy lips unintentionally peeling back that foreskin until the plum-sized cockhead filled child’s oral cavity. Pinned by weight of grown man’s hand, his curved hog began its accidental and unfortunate descent down naked first-grader’s throat. Simon gurgled around monster watching şirinevler escort Tony with his blues eyes. Marc could barely make out latino’s sack through all that pubic fur, but he couldn’t deny that two nuts as large as billiard balls were getting dangerously close to boy’s chin. Simon’s throat fought the invading member but his gag reflex was no match for such a beastly cock with all that muscle propelling it forward. There was no use fighting it. And like a hot knife through butter, 10 inches of dong meat bottomed out balls deep. Tony expressed his own disbelief by opening his mouth in a wide smile. He looked at Marc jacking outside the kid’s window, Marc was bewildered, Tony smiled again and looked Bolan with a devious grin. As Marc was looking at the lustful scene in front of him, his mind was perplexed, he just let go, beating his meat like there was no tomorrow. He stuck his tongue out and licked the window glass. Tony’s face got wicked, and he got wilder with the boy. Each time Tony retreated, to where his cockhead pulled back to pause at the opening of kid’s throat, he would lose control and boy would end up with nose deep in black pubes once again. Tony grunted, “Fuck that’s deep”. Simon was nuzzling his baby face into adult latino’s groin. Simon surrounded man’s nutsack with his small fingers, tugging downwards. Tony exhaled deeply, curling his lip as he stared down at the boy, this time he withdraw his throbbing member until it had almost fully exited first-graders mouth. Baby tongue stabbed into his foreskin and swirled, sucking a deep breath in. Simon yanked harder on latino’s balls and man’s donkey dick buried itself into boy’s neck, once again cutting off Simon’s air supply. This continued for a few minutes; Tony would get so close to removing his drooling cock from boy’s warm, wet mouth only to slam it down again ferociously. He even whispered down to boy, “So close…” and little Simon yanked Tony’s hairy scrotum. It seemed that was the trigger and adult man’s immense weapon innate need to fire. Tony’s stallion meat swelled and began to belch out a healthy dose of natural protein. He pounded boy’s head into his pubes and snarled. A violent spray of man-milk squirted down boy’s throat and Marc watched as Tony’s bull-nuts shrank in grade-schollers hand with each gush. They practically shriveled… while Simon’s tummy pooched out with the copious load of fresh Puerto Rican sperm filling up boy’s stomach. Marc already came all over the window sill, he groaned and sighed with immense pleasure of the sight in front of him! Tony took a controlled lean backwards and his low-hanging sack fell from boy’s hand. both of them were panting heavily and they were soaked with sweat. More sweat splattered against the boy as latino flicked his head side to side like a dog and rolled his shoulders. Simon moaned to get his attention… and Tony looked down to realize that his knob was still in first-grader’s mouth, no longer spewing cum but simply resting on the boy’s tongue. Santiago’s gigantic cock seemed lodged deep. Tony grabbed it at the base and squeezed inch by inch until his fingers met boy’s lips. This caused the last of man’s thick load to ooze out onto Simon’s little tongue. Realizing that a little more force was needed, latino gave the side of the boy’s face a few slaps to dislodge his prick, and with deeper lean backwards he was finally able to release his spent horsecock from between baby lips. Tony pulled up and went to the window were Marc was. Naked with his still hard monster cock swaying left to right, wet from boy saliva, froth and cum. Bolan was surprised so he quickly gain his posture awaiting for Tony to say something. ”Now we know what kind of a daddy you are Marc!” Then he winked at Bolan, closing the curtains and concealed rest of the night he was going to spend with Simon. Marc was confused and embarrassed by what Tony, his friend said. Bolan carefully went down the ladder and back to his car, wiping the sweat from his face. He looked up to were Simon’s room was, with only a chink of light shining through a crack in curtain. Marc recalled Tony’s last words and he looked down at his still hard cock. Now he must go home to Benji, to his son, his sweet son. I love to hear feedback so please do not hesitate to let me know what you think on ail my last e-mail got deleted accidently so this is a new one.

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