Nasty Boys
by
Millie Dynamite
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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 fictitiouslyβany 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 eyes on her, glancing in another direction.