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Subject: Its a Nifty Life, Chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! It was a little frightening to actually write about my REAL life for y’all to read bit counting the amount of feedback, I’m so happy I could so you guys a little piece if my true self. Everything that happens in this story, is the TRUTH. I’m not afraid to admit it. My email address as always is [email protected] if you wanna get in touch xx Stay safe, everyone. Ryan IT’S A NIFTY LIFE CHAPTER TWO That damn email kept me awake the whole damn night. I wasn’t even aware that thirteen year old boys could have access to Nifty, let alone open email accounts of their very own. These days parents locked and observed everything their kids did more and more. Even more so, today’s kids were way more into playing Pokemon on their Nintendo Switch than to actually READING anything…and that’s why doubts were absolutely wracking my mind. I never, ever had someone that young email me before in connection to one of my Nifty submissions. I shook my head as I read and re-read that email over and over. Should I respond? I didn’t say a more than a feeble sounding “thanks” to whoever did send the email yesterday but a part of me wanted more. Much more. What if it was really a thirteen year old boy who had sent me a comment on my latest Adult Youth story…because why would he read said story in the first place if he did not have at least some interest in generational sexual banter between an adult and a young boy such as himself? Fuck… and to make matter worse, I now had a massive headache to content with and all. Better pop a Grandpa because I didn’t have time or the energy to deal with a pounding skull as well…The only way I could possibly see if whoever had sent me this, was eager for more or wanted to read more, or if they were who they said they actually were, was to write another chapter. That was the only way I could think of to coerce him to write to me again. The first chapter of said story, was of course all about a thirteen year old boy, who visited a restaurant with his little brother and his parents, only to be endeavoured by a dashingly handsome waiter, who ended up giving the young boy in question, his very first blowjob in the restrooms. I nearly had a fucking orgasm of my own when I wrote the first chapter, my god. Anyhow…what sort of adventures could I possibly be sending the not so innocent little tyke on in the second chapter? The first chapter got me a staggering total of nineteen emails as feedback, for which I was very thankful. But all Nifty authors will know…you’re next story is only as good as the previous chapter you had submitted. If I wanted more readers, as well the ones who had already been so kind to send a few words my way as one of the said nineteen, I had to pull out all the stops. My heartbeat quickened as I thought of getting another email from… that boy…I wondered what he looked like. In the email, he said his name was “Ando” but that could very well have been a pseudonym for all I knew. I wondered if his pre teenage cock got hard when he had read the first chapter of my story. He had to have been impressed otherwise he wouldn’t have emailed me. God…how I longed for have a child’s penis in my hand…to lovingly squeeze it and feel its warmth…to have it grow and prosper until it couldn’t stretch in length any more. To watch it bob in mid air with every passing second…see it launch to the heavens and literally begging to he sucked or even…or even to be placed solemnly inside a warm pussy or yes…even an asshole. I shuddered, the thoughts and the sheer imagery of a young thirteen year old having his first ever fuck by destroying my thirty year old pie hole. To feel that little immature cockie, who was very well capable of producing sperm ay that age, rabbit fucking me until he couldn’t handle the heat anymore and when he would flood my guts with his watery, warm kiddie juices. Warm kiddie boy sperm. There wasn’t much better substances than that. Hard as a rock, I knew I had to put off masturbating until I finished my story. I wanted to be raw…I wanted to be horny…and most of all…I needed to WANT THIS more on blue ball terms…because that’s when a erotic writer was at his of her brilliant best. ** The boy always knew that their neighbour was someone that he could possibly mess around with. The man was always alone, Uncle Henry never, ever socialized and he stayed away from people in general. Loads of people, as it were in a small town where the little horny tyke lived, always used to gossip about him ever since he could remember. How he had a weakling for…you guessed it…little boys such as himself. The boy smiled…and remembered how good it actually felt to have his boy dickie sucked for the first time by the waiter inside that restaurant…a fire had been started inside him on that night and all that he wanted was to have it happen one more time. So that’s why he figured…he was gonna try his luck with old Uncle Henry and see where it takes him. konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort If the rumors of Uncle Henry being a pedophile was really true, then he could be spraying the old man’s throat with his potent thirteen year old boy protein even still after afternoon. ** In reality, my fingers glided over the keyboard as ideas continued to flood my brain. Too much to type at once and I had to sit back and allow the story to take form inside my mind. My cock was rock fucking hard. Suddenly it dawned on me…I was writing this chapter…not looking for ten, even perhaps twenty people to have give me feedback via email…shockingly that it only got to me in that point and time…I was writing this story sorely for wanting…hoping and desperately needing that thirteen year old who had been so kind to write to me…to have him do it again so that I could have a reason…and a valid one at that, to actually contact him and even perhaps have a chat with him. To exchange photo’s…lord help me…I suddenly kept thinking of a boy in his school uniform and having him take every single piece off…bit by bit…so that every fucking second a new vision of his naked boy body would appear right before my very eyes… I so badly wanted to rub a load out of my balls…but I had to finish the story. ** The boy took a deep breath one more time and actually reached out and knocked on the door. The previous two times he had tried the day before had totally chickened out. This time however, he was ready and psyched. More than. His little penis had been on fire ever since he had woken up and he wasn’t gonna give up until someone would suck it for him. And if he had his way, it would be dear old Uncle Henry. The door opened slowly, and a head appeared from behind it. Uncle Henry wasn’t that old as the little boy would have liked to think, in fact he was only forty-six years of age but thanks to all the stories going around and along with all the gossips about his sexual orientation and his…unfortunately true rumours about him being attracted to little boys such as the one now standing here before him…he had aged rapidly. His eyes widened just a little as he focused on the little thirteen year old cherub who had suddenly made his appearance on his porch. He had of course seen the kid around before with his friends or on his bike but he always kept a low profile for obvious reasons. “Uncle Henry?” the little boy asked in his most innocent sounding voice that he could have produced. “Who wants to know?” Henry said defensively, narrowing the door even more to keep a solemn distance between him and the sexy little boy. The kid then REALLY turned on the charm. He wanted his cock sucked and he was totally prepared to work for it to happen. “Hi Uncle Henry. I live across the road over there. My mommy and daddy aren’t back from work yet. So I was wondering if you could help me. I think I stepped into a thorn or something sharp, and my foot really hurts. Could you take a look and see? Please?” Henry swallowed and fast. He had vowed never to be alone with a handsome boy of this sort of age range…not since the members of his father’s church caught him read handed having a eight year olds immature little penis down his throat and enjoying every fucking moment of it, slurping his way up and down that magnificent two and a half inch morsel. His father had forbidden the members of speaking out but it did happen unfortunately, hence the ongoing rumors. The kid was really putting it on thick. His foot was obviously hurt as it was bleeding a little and it had a swollen ring around the spot where the thorn must have pierced the skin. If he didn’t help the boy, he might go and tell his parents and then once again it would be Uncle Henry who was the pig in the whole situation. He sighed. “Sure, you can come in. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just go and get my first aid kit. Please try and not get blood on my carpets and sofa. I’ll be back soon.” The boy grinned. Excellent. Just what he wanted. ** I took a sip of water. Damn…this story, like every one I ever write, gets me so damn hard I had to sit back in my chair and visualize just how this kid would look naked. Since I only wrote about happenings such as this, but never ever had the gifs to actually see a boy that age naked before me and sexually aroused in my entire life, I had to wing it. Oh…his stomach would be a little flabby but with a clear definition of future abs at a tender thirteen years of age. His eyes would be a bright royal blue and his black hair would be short at the back and long in front, and it would most probably be dashed across his forehead. His buttoned nose would be twitching all the time and gull of mischief. His legs would be on the sheer cusp of getting that fleet of hair that it would eventually have and his whole persona would simply just…BURST out with energy. Absolutely EVERYTHING that made him a boy. konyaaltı otele gelen escort Back to writing. ** Well, Uncle Henry did tell him to make himself comfortable. Poor Henry walked into his living room and when he saw what was going inside said room, he solemnly dropped the first aid kit. “What…what are you doing?” he hissed as he closed his eyes, and opened them really fast…nope…there it still was.. right in front of him. The little hero smiled at Uncle Henry and stretched out his naked limbs to have the old man get a good enough look at his plump thirteen year old penis. “You said I should get comfortable,” he reiterated, all the whole having a big humongous smile on his handsome face. Uncle Henry stood back, as if the child’s penis was a sheer toxic snake…before he gently picked up the boy’s clothes and handed it to him. “Please…please put this on. You can’t be here…you can’t be here like this…” he croaked and now the boy knew that all those rumors was true. Because as hard as Uncle Henry was begging him to vet dressed, the more he couldn’t keep his eyes off of his young dickie. “Please Uncle Henry…I’ve heard what people are saying. We all know you like little boys like me…” “…stop saying that!” “…and it’s true, isn’t it? Look, Uncle Henry, I won’t tell anyone. I just want my dickie sucked. Think you can do that? You’ve been staring at it for long.” Poor Henry was a born pedophile. What was he supposed to do when a thirteen year old boy was quite literally naked as the day he had been born in front of him…of course he wasn’t gonna look away! The boy seemed sincere enough…but what if…what if…its been years since he had a child’s penis inside his mouth. He craved it. He ached for it. Afternoons when the schools were out he would always peep through his windows to watch the boys walk on home…this boy before him included…and afterwards he would throw himself onto his bed as quick as he could and jack the hell out if his old man dick…all the way having visions of those young virgin boys before his paedo eyes. And here…here was a very, very handsome little boy was now literally OFFERING himself up to him…my god… “Come on, Uncle Henry, I don’t have all day. Are you gonna suck it or not?” the boy pressed, nervous as hell but excited as fuck at the same time. Henry…almost pathetic in stature…sunk to his knees. He actually sloshed forward towards the boy, knees first while staring at the latter’s crotch as if he was hypnotized. He curled his right hand’s fingers around the rock hard kiddie cock and be shuddered in sheer sexual anticipation. The kid’s penis was so warm, it felt that it would blow at any given moment. He only had about five and a half inches to work with but it was all so worth it. So much worth it. Henry leaned forward and quickly engulfed the rock hard little morsel. The kid’s body seemed to double over as his legs buckled from the warm assault on his pre teen cock but he kept standing. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and his chest heaved. Henry slurped in that tasty kiddie dickie as if it was the last fucking thing on his green earth. The sheer level of pre cum that managed to escape the penis told him that the kid was more than able to cum and produce sperm…and lord knows now that all his fears had been thrown out the window, he REALLY wanted that yummy boyish goodness down his throat. He continued his assault on the boy’s dick…which by now had managed to turn a very deep dark red, what with all the stimulation it had gone through. That waiter blowing him was okay…but in Uncle Henry, he was someone was who was actually so hungry for boy cock that he gave as good as he did. Feeling his lips travel up and down that stiff, hard, warm skin…smelling the odor that seemed to travel from the kid’s humble few pubes that he had…getting to the top of the dick and once more swallowing the head as if he was greeting an old friend…he could feel the boy’s legs kicking out as he stuck his tongue inside that little piss slit…it was like panning for gold. The boy’s balls jiggled as Uncle Henry mounted a charge on his dickie…it didn’t quite go unnoticed as the latter gripped those sperm makers in his desperately sweaty left hand and caressed the living crap out of them. They were the sheer size of a old fashioned nicker ball candy…dear lord. The kid was going on and on by now, his voice high and pitchy, his skin actually splattered with goosebumps as his got closer and closer to emptying those exact balls I had been talking about. The kid gripped Henry’s short white hair as his lips started to quiver…no thirteen year old cock could possibly withstand all of this attention…his rock hard kiddie dickie pulsed with the beating of his heart before it blew…and blew hard. Watery cum cascaded down Henry’s throat as he was literally drenched in all that precious ball fluid. The kid had to sit down on the konyaaltı rus escort couch as his legs finally gave way and Henry had to crawl along with him, in the sheer attempt not to waste a single drop of kiddie cum. Gathering as much sperm inside his mouth as he possibly could, he savored the taste…the texture…the gooey goodness of it all…before swallowing…knowing this handsome little boy’s future babies was swimming around inside his stomach was a fucking dream come true. ** I saved the story and quickly did the editing, checking for spelling and grammar mistakes before once more saving and then sending the completed chapter to the Nifty Archivist. It was usually up on the site within a few hours at the most. I supposed we’ll have to wait and see now. I really hoped he would respond. ** Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had no idea what I had done wrong in that second chapter, but after receiving nineteen emails for the first, the second, so far, a full three says after posting, had gotten a mere eight. Like I had stated in the previous story, for me personally as a Nifty author, I regard ten emails as feedback a success. Anything after ten emails is a bonus for me. Urgh. It made a writer’s confidence fall from hero to zero in a couple of seconds. There was nothing worse as a writer than checking your emails and finding out that no one had at least taken the time to give you some feedback or even just to say that they enjoyed the story. I mean, if not for emails from our readers, how would be know that what we send to Nifty was even being read? And what of course made matters worse, was that the thirteen year old boy, who was the main inspiration for even writing a second chapter, was NOT one of the eight who had actually given me feedback. For some strange reason I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Not because I considered the chapter I wrote to be a massive flop, but I was really hoping that HE would send me something. Sigh. It was totally my fault for getting ONE email from what I still hoped was a very real little pre teen boy and getting my hopes up that he would get in contact again. Call me obsessed…I just really wanted to live out my deepest, darkest fantasies. Just once. ** Later that same night I had just unpacked my Chinese takeaway that I had ordered when my laptop made a beep. I rolled my eyes…if the South African government sends me ONE more fucking email about this damn coronavirus… Wow…it was HIM! Email number nine! It was him! I sat down at my desk and opened up the email. My hand was shaking so much I nearly almost deleted said email but I managed to calm myself and opened it to read. ** “Hey Mister Ryan! It’s Ando! Totally digged the new chapter. Sorry for not mailing sooner. My mom took my phone because I got a D in spelling the other day so I couldn’t read it. When I got it back I did and I loved it! Wish something like that could happen to me. I told you I like older guys. Just don’t tell my dad because he will kill me LOL! Please write more soon? I’m always hard when I read them. Your friend Ando. ** Jesus. He actually says he wishes something like, what I wrote… would happen to him! I had what had to be the BIGGEST FUCKING smile on my dial that I ever had. This was it. There was no turning back now. I really didn’t care if it was a trap somehow…look at the writing style. Look at the worlds he had used. That vocabulary had thirteen year boy written all over it. It couldn’t be some kind of hoax in order to track my adult youth writings could it? Life surely wouldn’t be that cruel? I took a few deep breaths and started to type a reply. ** “Hey Ando! Thanks for writing back! So happy you enjoyed it. I never had someone as a young as you send me an email so it’s a little weird haha. Do you really want what happened in the story to happen to you? Or are you just kidding? Its only if you are, you’re only thirteen after all. I’m just curious. You better delete your browser history otherwise your parents will see what you’re been reading! I didn’t get much emails for the second chapter, so I don’t know when I’ll have the motivation to write more, but I promise you I will. Take care now, Ryan” ** There. Send. What now? I couldn’t help it. I so badly wanted to meet him. I didn’t care how he looked. If he was white, black, coloured, indian or even Chinese like my spring rolls. I didn’t care a fuck if he was fat as a Oros dude or as skinny as Shaggy from Scooby Doo. If it was at all possible… Beep. An email has come through. And sure enough, it was from Ando. ** “Hey Ryan! Perhaps I should say Uncle Ryan? Whatever. You wrote back! I’m so dying! And yes. I want that to happen. What you write about. How the boys in your stories gets…you know…I dream about it almost every night and then in the morning I have to wash all my stuff if you know what I mean LOL! Aww man I’m so excited you wrote back to me! My mom is calling. I better go. See ya! Ando” ** Geez Louise. Could I actually meet him? Could I actually…DO stuff with him? He said he wanted it. I’m not fucking dreaming. Question is…will I ever get the chance? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Like I said above, this is me, in a story. All that’s happening in here, really happened to me. And I can’t wait to tell you how things turned out. Wanna give me some much wanted feedback LOL? Feel free! ail

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