Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:18:55 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy, Part Seven

Jake, Dirk and Hank were training in the university gym, and the air was
thick with testosterone.  Many school athletes were there as well, and the
conversation between the three studs was overhead by a lot of interested
ears.

"It's all very well for you two," said Hank.  "You've got full-time
boy-wives to take care of your needs.  All I've got is Jake's leftovers,
and that only on Sunday."

"You're lucky you've got that," said Jake.  "Not many guys would share a
fine piece of boy-ass like Timmy."

Jake had figured out pretty quickly who Timmy was spending his Sundays
with, and decided it would be in his best interest to befriend the guy, to
keep him from making a play for Timmy's full-time attentions.

"You got that right," rumbled Dirk.  "Any stud came sniffing around my boy,
he'd be minus his testicles pretty damn quick."  He followed this remark
with a glare in the direction of Biff Swole, a javelin thrower who had been
more than a little friendly to Dalton.

"Besides," added Jake; "you are surrounded by hot young cuties every day at
your job.  You can't tell me none of them isn't a sissy who'd love to ride
that joystick of yours."

"Sure, and how much would their parents like that?  Legal or not, there are
still a lot of neanderthal fathers out there who'd shoot any teacher caught
with his dipstick in their little darling's pooter."

The three men finished their sets of dumbbell curls simultaneously, and hit
three double-biceps shots in the mirror.

"Look at that.  I'm the biggest of the three of us, and I'm the one who
isn't getting it regularly.  There's something so wrong about that"
grumbled Hank.

"Oh, boo-hoo" said a voice.  The men turned to find several college jocks
glaring at them.  A burly guy from the weightlifting team had spoken.

"You think you've got it bad?  What about us?  Broke college guys who have
to live in the gym; how much pussy do you think we score?"

"So try boys," Dirk said.  "Sure worked for me."

"Easy to say; but where do you meet them?  How can you tell if they are
interested?  This gym is full of horny studs who need to fuck, but how do
we find boys who'd let us?

This was met with many a "right on!" from the growing crowd of kibbitzers.

Jake was getting an idea.

"Listen...suppose we threw a dance for you guys to meet interested boys?
We could rent a hall, charge, say, twenty bucks each to you all, and get a
crowd of boys who are guaranteed sissys to attend.  How does that sound?"

There was a chorus of general approval.

"All right then. Spread the word.  We'll keep you posted.  And you, Hank,
just might find a little prick-pleaser too, so we won't have to listen to
your whining anymore."

"Sounds good to me!" the horny teacher said.

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Two weeks later, the big night arrived.  The reception room at Studman
Hall, one of the jock dorms, had been reserved, with the full approval of
the university.  They had everything to gain from keeping their athletes
sexually fulfilled, while avoiding the twin perils of pregnancy and
marriage, that had prematurely ended so many promising athletic careers.

Jake looked around the room with an air of satisfaction.  Everything was
spotless.  A "bar" had been set up, but it was stocked with protein shakes
and soft drinks.  Soft music played over the sound system, allowing for
conversation, until time for the dancing to begin.  A small crowd of jocks
were standing around nervously.  These guys would have had no qualms if
faced with a roomful of girls; they had been laying pussy since their
junior high years.  But boys were a whole new ballgame.

More and more guys filed in, until there were a good thirty horny young
athletes in the place.  But where were the boys?

"Hey Jake; where are the sissys?" called the big weightlifter, who had
started this in the first place.

"Turn around, Joe, and you'll see" said Jake.  The jocks turned to the door
as one.  Thirty jaws hit thirty chests.

Timmy had planned this entrance with great care.  In fact, the success of
this evening had been left almost entirely in his hands, and he was
delighted to take charge.  He had been recruiting every eager, virginal (or
at least unnattached) young sissy he knew, and here they were.

All the boys were dressed to show their charms to fullest advantage, and
what a mouthwatering bunch they were.  They paraded in, two-by-two, in a
variety of outfits, all designed to awaken the desires in the most
repressed man.  Timmy and Dalton led the way.  Timmy was in a pair of tight
shorts that showed off his legs and plump ass.  His shirt was open to the
navel, allowing all the men to see his swelling young boy-breasts.  He cast
many a flirtatious glance at the gasping athletes, but then proceeded
directly to Jake, who planted a big kiss on him.

"Sorry boys; this one's mine."

The men were too distracted by Dalton to feel too disappointed though.  He
was wearing a pair of his ballet tights and a loose sleeveless tunic that
showed his lithe musculature to full advantage.  He actually leapt into a
grand jete, landing right in his lover's arms.

"And this one is mine" said Dirk.  A general groan this time.  Dirk
laughed.

"No worries, men.  Keep your eyes on the door."

Next came a pair of twins, Skippy and Jippy LaMour.  They held hands, as
they entered, clearly a bit frightened by all the beef before them.  An
"Aaaw!" greeted their entrance, along wiht a chorus of "Aren't they cute?"
"I just wanna eat them up" and such comments.  The boys were quickly
escorted to the bar by two freshmen, who just happened to be twins
themselves, the Deltoid brothers.

The next six arrivals were from the local gymnastics school, which had
proven to be fertile ground in the hunt for sissys.  They wore their
uniforms, and were quickly identified as kindred spirits by the university
gymnasts in attendance. They were soon engaged in deep conversations
concerning their sport; though there did seem to be an unnecessary amount
of groping going on as well.

Attention returned to the door, when a small voice was heard clearing his
throat and saying: "Uh...Dalton?"

"Oh!"  Dalton cried, and ran to the door, to kiss the latest arrivals.

"Gentlemen, the corps de ballet of the Narcissus School."  Dalton had more
than done his duty, having convinced all ten of his fellow ballerinos to
attend, and all wearing the same revealing outfits as Dalton.

"Holy fuck!" shouted Joe the weightlifter.  He stepped into the midst of
the dancers, who flocked around him, ooing and ahing over his muscles,
running their hands over his rock-hard body.

"Come on in, fellas, there are plenty to go around!"

The rest of the weightlifting team waded in, and paired-off with a
delighted sissy.  Another group of boys were peering in at this spectacle,
clearly overwhelmed and too shy to proceed further.  Timmy went to the door
and began to usher them in one by one.  These were boys from his school,
boys who were not involved in sports or dance, and were therefore less
outgoing.  Timmy took each one by the hand and introduced him to an athlete
who was unoccupied.  He had learned all the names from Jake, and had
already planned who might be good for whom.  The last to enter was Ryan
McVae, a scrumptious ten year old redhead, with eyes like emeralds.  He was
an incredibly sweet boy, but terribly shy.  Timmy brought him over to one
of the fullbacks on the football team, Andy "Bam Bam" Griffin.

Griffin was immense; well over 300 pounds of beef.  His black hair was
buzzed, and his five o'clock shadow was dark.  His jaw was heavy, his neck
as big as most men's legs.  It would have been difficult to imagine a man
less like young Ryan.  But some instinct told Timmy that this monster of a
man might be touched by the sweet boy, and that the boy might feel safe
with him.

Ryan looked up at the giant in awe.  Timmy glanced at his package, and Ryan
was obviously as hard as a nail.  Bam Bam looked down at the boy, and his
tough-looking face softened into a grin.

"Well hello, little one.  What's your name?"

"Ryan" squeeked the boy.

"I'm Andy.  Would you like a cola?"

"Yes, please."

Timmy left the two to their fate.  He looked around the room, very pleased
with himself.  Weightlifters were flexing for delighted boys.  Some of the
dancers were performing a pas de trois for the delectation of the men.
Some were already kissing in dark corners.

"Looks like a success to me, Jake said.  "I just hope these oversexed
bastards don't hurt any of these kids."

"I thought you talked to them about that" said Timmy.

"Yeah, but when have gone without so long, anything can happen.  How about
you, did you make sure these little creampuffs are prepared?"

"All have been instructed, and douched and lubed, sir" said Timmy, as if
reporting to his superior officer.

"Well, it's in the hands of the gods now.  At least I shouldn't hear
anymore bitching from these guys about not being able to find willing boys.
Hey...wans't Hank supposed to be here?"

Timmy reddened.

"I guess...I don't know..." he trailed off.  Jake looked at him
suspiciously.

"Did you tell him not to come?  What the hell?  Half the reason I did this
was so that guy would have a sissy of his own.  It's one thing for him to
horn in on my territory one day a week, but he's been getting way too
possesive of you lately."

Timmy felt his temper rising.

"Maybe I don't want him to have another boy.  Did you ever think of that?"

Jake exploded.

"I knew it!  You little bastard!"

Dirk intervened.

"Hey guys, take it outside.  This is supposed to be a party, not a place
for you two to have a domestic dispute."

Jake grabbed Timmy by the arm.  As they exited, Timmy noticed Ryan happily
seated on Andy's lap, his little hand exploring inside the big man's shirt.

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Outside, the arguement continued.

"I've been more than generous with you.  I let you have Tommy.  I let you
play how you wanted on Sundays.  But this is the end.  I don't want you
seeing that guy anymore."

"YOU let; YOU don't want.  It's all about you, isn't it?  Never mind what I
want."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?  How many kids have what you have?  But it's
never enough for you, is it?  The truth is, you are just a little whore.
Well, you can fuck every guy in the world for all I care.  You and me are
through."

Jake stomped off into the night.  Timmy stood there listening to his heart
slow down as his temper cooled.  A coldness ran through him.

"Fine," he thought.  "Who needs him?"

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed.

"Hank, honey?  I just broke up with Jake.  I just couldn't bear not being
with you more.  He left me here at the dance.  Can you come and pick me up?
All right.  I'll be waiting."

When he re-entered the hall, he saw to his surprise that many of the
couples were already gone.

"Doesn't seem much point in turning on the music" said Dalton.  "Most of
the guys are already upstairs with their dates, and the rest will be
heading off with theirs to wherever else they live soon.  What's wrong with
you?"

"I just broke up with Jake."

"Wow, really?  I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

"Well, if that is how you feel, I guess it's for the best.  Let's see now;
who do we know that we could set up with him?"

"Jesus, Dalton!  I just broke it off, and you are already pimping for him?
Give it a rest!"

"Okay, okay.  But you must realize, a man like that won't be single for
long.  If I didn't have Dirk I'd be all over him myself."

"Maybe I don't want him to find anyone else, okay?"

"Are you kidding me?  Timmy, you are my friend, and I'll always be grateful
to you.  But you really are the most selfish sissy on earth.  You need to
get over yourself.  You can't have everyone, you know."

And with that, Dalton went back to his lover's arms.

"I can't have everyone.  Why not?  Why the fuck not?" Timmy thought.  And
then, for reasons he didn't understand at all, he burst into tears.

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