Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 09:51:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lord Upcock's Darlings 2

  Lord Upcock's Darlings -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer

  Seducing a New Darling

  "What a delicious afternoon that was with Nigel and Leslie," thought
Peter Piercebum, eighth Earl of Upcock.  "And what an evening Matron
Maryann has promised me."

  Matron Maryann really was a gem, his lordship thought.  Relieving him of
all that messy business of finding potential "darlings," then convincing
their single mothers (they were all needy, single mothers) to surrender
their pretty sons to Lord Upcock's "unnatural urges."

  Not that it took much convincing once Matron Maryann opened up Lord
Upcock's wallet for the mothers.

  And Lord Upcock would certainly opine that his "urges" were far from
"unnatural."  He often wondered how many men in a fair sample of 100 would
eject any one of his darlings if the men awoke to find them in their beds.
Two?  Three?  At most.  So was it natural to be one of three or one of 97?

  Lord Upcock showered quickly, freshening up for his next encounter,
though he regretted purging away the smells and dried fluids of the
beautiful Leslie and Nigel.  Perhaps he would have them back the following
afternoon.  Though Matron Maryann usually handled scheduling.  One less
thing for the busy nobleman to worry about.

  His lordship settled in for a nice, 90 minute nap, feeling his seminal
juices recharging for the vigorous challenge ahead.  Matron Maryann had
promised him an extra-sweet treat that evening.  A new, young, gorgeous and
virginal boy for his lordship's well-deserved pleasure.

  And so to sleep.

  Meanwhile, said virginal boy was not happy with the way things were
going.

  It was Danny Rumpette's 12th birthday and he didn't think he would be
having a conventional party.  For the past ten days, Mum had been acting
strangely.  Spending a lot of time talking with that odd, rough-looking
lady.  Going over papers.  Signing stuff.

  Then, the previous evening, Mum had plopped him down for a very serious
talk that began with, "Danny, you have an opportunity to do something that
can change both of our lives for the better.  We can live in a far nicer
place.  Have more money.  And you would be able to have all your schooling.
And a real future -- for us both."

  Danny was very puzzled.  Had Mum won the lotto?

  Then the hammer fell.  "And it's all up to you, Danny.  You can make it
happen."

  [Pause]

  "All you have to do is to `be nice.'  To one particular man.  A very nice
man by all accounts.  A peer of the realm."

  Mum wanted Danny to "be nice" to a man?  He had a very funny feeling in
his stomach about that.  He had to ask.  "What does `be nice' mean, Mum?"

  Mum hesitated, then said, "Men have needs.  We women all know that
because they often ask us to satisfy those needs.  Sometimes we help them,
but mostly we don't.  Which is why, I guess, that men turn to boys, pretty
boys like you, to satisfy their needs.  Boys are always sweet and helpful
with men and the men satisfy the boys' needs too. Do you understand?"

  The boy's eyes filled with tears.  He had seen Mum's boyfriends come to
the house in a quest to "satisfy their needs."  It was loud and it smelled
funny when Mum opened the door after.  Some of the men, especially lately,
had been looking at Danny the way they looked at Mum.  That made Danny feel
really creepy.  Was Mum asking him to do "things" with that so-called nice
man?

  "I think I understand, Mum," he said.

  Mum took that as full consent and no more was said of it until she
dropped Danny off at Upcock Manor the next evening at 6:30.  Mum handed
Danny over to that lady, who said her name was Matron Maryann.  Mum kissed
Danny, told him to be a good boy, then went off somewhere -- presumably to
mentally count her newfound wealth.

  Danny was terrified.  Matron Maryann recognized the common symptoms and
did everything she could to relax the boy.

  "You and Lord Upcock are going to meet each other and you'll be spending
the night at Upcock Manor.  He's a very nice man and you're both having
pizza.  Your Mum says you like pizza, is that right?"

  A trembling Danny nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am.  Thank you."

  Matron Maryann liked polite boys.  "Mum says you also like Manchester
United.  They're playing Inter Milan in the Champion's League this evening
and you and Lord Upcock can watch it on his 66-inch telly, OK?"

  That sounded harmless enough.  Pizza and football.  In this ritzy house.
Then to sleep.  Maybe it would be OK.

  "Now let's get you dressed."

  Danny thought he was dressed all right already, but rich guys probably
want you to wear fancy clothes.  So he followed Matron Maryann to a small
room with a single bed.  Danny reasoned that it would be where he would be
sleeping that night.

  He was very wrong.

  Matron Maryann reached into a drawer and produced an old-fashioned, boy's
nightshirt.  The kind a schoolboy would have worn in the mid-20th-Century.
"Please put this on.  No underwear or socks, just this.  I'll be back in a
few minutes and we'll go introduce you to Lord Upcock.  Don't be poky now.
Want to make a good first impression now, don't we?"

  Danny didn't think a nightshirt would have been his first choice for a
night of pizza and football.  But he didn't see any real danger on it.

  Though he did feel a bit vulnerable when he stripped naked, then put the
well-pressed, cotton garment on.  He felt funny being naked except for the
nightshirt.  Maybe that was the way a girl felt in a skirt.  If someone
flipped up the bottom, all his "boy's things" would be exposed.  But that
wasn't going to happen.  Just football on a big screen.  And pizza. Maybe
even sausage pizza, his favorite.

  Danny dressed quickly so that the lady didn't walk in on him when he was
naked.

  That would have been embarrassing!

  As it happened, Danny had just settled into his garment when Matron
Maryann returned.  The nightshirt was comfy, but he wished it had been just
a smidge longer.  If he stretched this way or that, it began to reveal the
bottom of his little, wrinkled ball bag.  And showing that off was not in
Danny's plan.

  Matron Maryann smiled at Danny and said, "You look very nice in that,
Danny.  Lord Upcock will be very pleased with you and I'm sure you'll like
Lord Upcock.  He's a very kind man who wants to be generous to you and your
mother."

  Though Danny was only twelve and far from world-wise, he caught the
meaning of "wants to be."  The issue of generosity was still in doubt.
Pending something.  Danny was getting a vague notion that his "cooperation"
with Lord Upcock would be the decider.

  But what was he supposed to do?  And would he be willing and/or able to
do it?

  Meeting Lord Upcock set Danny's mind at ease in some ways and distressed
it in others.

  The man looked to be in his late forties.  Very fit and handsome with a
kind manner.  Friendly.  That was on the plus side.

  On the negative, his lordship was wearing a nightshirt identical to
Danny's.  Which said to Danny, this meeting is about "going to bed"
together, not pizza and football.

  And Danny could never "go to bed" with a man.  Even a nice man like Lord
Upcock.  Especially not a man like those layabout thugs his Mum took to her
bed.  The ones who "ogled" Danny.

  Lord Upcock wasn't ogling Danny at all.  Instead he was all friendly and
chatty.  Serving Danny sausage pizza and fetching him Cokes.  With ice!

  Man and boy ate pizza together in companionable conversation about the
upcoming football match that evening.

  Danny liked Lord Upcock so far.

  Lord Upcock really liked Danny!  The boy was a scorcher!  The kind of boy
Lord Upcock could fuck and then retire to an ashram to contemplate the
great issues of the world, since there would be no more magnificent boys to
conquer.

  Or not.

  After the pizza was consumed, Lord Upcock made Danny very happy by feting
him with a tasty birthday cake, complete with candles and ice cream.

  For reasons the boy could scarcely understand, Danny's cock was already
at half-staff when he ate the last bite of cake and ice cream.

  There was something intimate about being in matching nightshirts with his
lordship.  Sweetly intimate.  Lord Upcock was sort of like the Daddy whom
Danny had never had.

  With that pleasant thought in mind, Lord Upcock and Danny sat together on
a nice, fluffy couch in front of the biggest television Danny had ever
seen.

  Man and boy.  Side by side.  Watching a big football match.

  Nice.

  Danny was so comfortable that he hardly noticed when Lord Upcock slid his
arm around Danny's shoulders.  Rubbing the boy's upper arm as they watched
the action on the pitch.

  Danny enjoyed it all.  Then did something he couldn't have imagined an
hour earlier.  Unbidden, Danny laid his head on Lord Upcock's chest.

  Sweetly compatible.

  If that were as far as it went.

  It wasn't.

  Danny didn't know why, but his cock had become outrageously stiff.  The
first time that had happened since his Mum's friend Neville told Danny he
was the prettiest boy he had ever seen, then ran his big, rough hand along
Danny's bum.  The boy's mother had wisely intercepted that advance,
banishing Neville from her list of "favorites," but Danny remembered the
feelings that had engendered.

  He was feeling them again.  Only much more strongly.

  Oh dear.

  Lord Upcock's other hand was resting on Danny's knee.  Which made Danny
whimper softly.  Vaguely needy.

  And then, the hand on the knee moved to the hem of Danny's nightshirt.
Slowly, almost as if he were seeking approval, Lord Upcock lifted Danny's
"skirts" until they exposed the boy's little, pink, "boy's bag."

  Danny gasped.  But didn't say that bad word that real men hate, but will
obey instantly -- "Stop!"

  Sensing consent, his lordship lifted the skirts a few critical inches
further, this time revealing the entirety of the young beauty's "boy's
things!"

  Lord Upcock was delighted to see that Danny was deliciously erect.

  That was the evening's real icebreaker.  When Danny didn't protest about
having his pretty things exposed, they both knew that history was about to
be written.

  But it was a penis, not a pen that Lord Upcock took in hand to "write
history" that lovely evening.

  A pretty penis.

  Untouched by man and uncircumcised.

  Tiny, but beautiful.  Very hard.

  Thrillingly, Lord Upcock pulled back the luscious boy's foreskin,
exposing the tender knob in all its dark-pink, aroused glory.  A sweet
pearl of intimamte liquid formed between the sissyboy's pouting, kissable
peelips.  Danny's penis practically begged for Lord Upcock's hot lips to
adore it.

  But the first kiss fell on Danny's mouth.  With no resistance from the
cuter-than--a-speckled-puppy boy.

  In fact, Danny opened his mouth to admit Lord Upcock's tongue and kissed
his man as eagerly as his rapidly-evolving erotic instincts allowed.

  Lord Upcock knew how to thrill a boy with kisses and caresses.  The warm,
soft lip exchanges and exciting fondles assaulted Danny with pleasure.  The
pretty angel soon surrendered completely to his feelings, his instincts and
his man.

  Manchester United scored a spectacular goal.  Neither man nor boy
noticed.

  It seemed that Lord Upcock was advancing toward a spectacular goal as
well.  The boy's useless and troublesome virginity.  With several other
pleasing milestones along the route.

  Beginning with Danny's first orgasm.

  The way Danny was gasping and panting, that big moment was imminent.

  Danny couldn't believe how good it all felt.  The man was so nice and
attentive to Danny.  The birthday cake.  The pizza.  The arm around him as
they watched the football.

  Then the touching!  And the kisses!

  Danny had thought about kissing before.  There was a girl in his class,
Rita Roundheels, who flirted with Danny sometimes.

  But Danny liked being kissed more than being the kisser.  He liked
"giving himself."  Especially to someone who treated him like a precious
jewel.  And knew how to excite Danny's "boy's things" the way this Lord
Upcock guy did.

  Danny felt a very strange thing happening in his tummy. His little
peanuts were practically vibrating as the man tickled and rubbed his
flaming knob.  And then, just as Danny was about to do something he had
never done...something every boy aches to do...the man stopped!

  Oh the cruelty!  Was Danny to suffer the anguish of the unsatisfied?  Had
the man Danny thought was to be his deliverer from painful celibacy
deserted him?

  Not bloody likely.

  Lord Upcock wasn't about to waste the deliciousness of a gorgeous boy's
first cream.  Such a prize was to be savored in the mouth -- swirled and
tasted -- then swallowed with deep pleasure.

  "Stand in front of me, my darling," he instructed Danny.  "I'll make you
very happy, I promise."

  Danny hurried to comply.  But the boy hesitated when his lordship said,
"Hold your arms up, Sweetheart.  I'm going to take that hot nightshirt off
so you'll be more comfortable."

  Danny trembled at the proposition -- he was NAKED under his nightshirt!
The man would see ALL of Danny!  The boy would be totally exposed and
vulnerable to the man's rampant lust!

  Danny hurled his arms skyward in full capitulation.

  Lord Upcock drew the garment up, kissing each area as he exposed it.
Planting a longer, wetter kiss on each puffy nipple.  Making the poor boy
shudder with lust.

  When the unwanted barrier had been cast aside, Lord Upcock considered his
prize.

  Was he the luckiest man in the world or what?

  With gentle fingertips, his lordship held the boy's tender testicles.
"What pleasure you will receive and offer with these lovely jewels, my
Darling," he said to the gasping boy.  "The boy's cream you produce will
nourish an entire generation of men.  And your own pleasures will be both
sublime and severe.  Oh what a future awaits you."

  Danny was thinking more about the present.  Since he was a) really
enjoying everything that was happening and b) even the young virgin knew
that a big moment was approaching.

  Lord Upcock leaned forward and took the boy's aching, enflamed penis into
his manly mouth.  Applying all the skill of his talented tongue, his
lordship gave the boy a sweet preview of heaven.

  Danny squeaked with lust as the man conducted his erotic assault.  Things
were happening to Danny.  New things.  New feelings in his tummy.
Wonderful things.  Getting stronger.  Stabbing him with daggers of ecstasy.
And then...

  Danny screamed!  Something big was in progress.  He was losing control of
his body and his achy balls had leapt from tingling to exploding.
Something was gushing from his penis!  He was peeing in the man's mouth.
Which was bad!  Very bad!  But the man was swallowing it.  Greedily!

  No.  It wasn't pee.  It was something else.  Something better.  That
stuff they told him about in school -- the stuff that made babies.

  Too much thinking.

  Danny surrendered to his first orgasm and allowed it to consume him.

  Lord Upcock swallowed the nutritious fruits of Danny's first orgasm and
resolved to give Matron Maryann a substantial pay rise.

  Danny actually shook as he pumped his virginal boy's cream into Lord
Upcock's mouth.  When the final drops of Danny's heated excitement drooled
out, he sank against his lover man's body in erotic exhaustion.

  Lord Upcock consumed the boy with soft, post-orgasmic kisses as he held
his naked, docile body in his strong arms.

  Danny was his!  And they both knew it.

  Lord Upcock stood, removed his own nightshirt to achieve his own,
glorious nudity, then picked the boy up in his arms.  Carrying Danny the
way Rhett carried Scarlett, Lord Upcock transported the boy to his destiny.

  Gently, he deposited Danny, on his stomach, onto his lordship's
king-sized bed.

  Lord Upcock's cock twitched appreciatively as he viewed the boy's
spectacular bottom in its full glory.  The pink globes ached to be parted
by a man's thick cock.  And Lord Upcock was to be the man.

  Lord Upcock considered performing an hour or so of analingus -- a
delicious option.  But he was too impatient that evening.  So, retrieving a
new, full bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant from his nightstand drawer,
Lord Upcock set about the welcome task of preparation.

  Lubing the fingers of his right hand.  Generously.  Then entering the
boy's excruciatingly tight bottomhole with his middle finger.  Danny's
initial gasp at the rude intruder nearly made his lordship spurt.

  Oh how he loved teaching the young ones to shoot their spunk!

  Any potential resistance melted away when Lord Upcock found the boy's
prostate and began a lewd massage.

  Lord Upcock lay next to his lover and reveled in the boy's desperate
gasps and pants as his lordship rubbed the angeel's p-spot with two
fingers, then three. Danny turned his head toward Lord Upcock and parted
his lips for a hungry kiss.  Lord Upcock's tongue had barely touched
Danny's when the boy cried out in an agony of delight as his second orgasm
devoured him.

  Boy spunk anointed Lord Upcock's sheets.  Quite a bit of it, since the
boy's "bitsies" were quite prodigious.

  And then it was time.

  The pretty boy was to be fucked.  On his twelfth birthday.  A red-letter
day that Danny would always remember.

  Lord Upcock slid two pillows under Danny, then knelt behind him.  Danny
whimpered in mild fear as his lordship parted his bottomcheeks with his
thumbs.  But Danny knew that his time had come.

  Lord Upcock presented his cock at the entrance of bliss and silently
thanked fate for making him the eldest son (thus the heir) and not a second
or third son who would seek a career in the military or the clergy.  He was
rich, idle and happy.

  And about to be even happier.

  Lord Upcock pushed and seated his cock in Danny's tight, boiling-hot
bottom.  Lord Upcock knew his boys' bottoms and this was a GREAT one!

  The ensuing fuck lived up to everyone's highest hopes.  Deep, hard
strokes of frantic fulfillment.

  After some minor twinges of pain, it was all pleasure.  Cock-on-prostate,
cum-my-boyish-guts-out pleasure.

  Danny became an anal enthusiast that night.  An avocation he would pursue
all of his happy life.

  Lord Upcock enjoyed fucking Danny every bit as much as Danny loved being
fucked.  And he would enjoy enriching Danny and his Mum's fortunes very
much.

  Helping people.

  That's what the noble nobleman was all about.

  Especially when it came to his very own darlings.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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