Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 15:10:18 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Model Sissyboy 2 Model Sissyboy 2 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Meeting Scott Ramboy Sitting in the reception area of The Spermsearch Group, the premier sissyboy modeling agency in America, Henry Tightbum was very nervous and very bored. His mother, Heather Tightbum, had left him alone almost one hour ago to go talk with some head honcho or other. "The Spermsearch Group is VERY interested in you, Henry," Heather told her son. It appeared that Mom was telling the truth about that, Henry thought. Henry's "intimate" photo session with Glenn Creampix, the proprietor of Creampix Productions, the premier photography studio in the region, had taken place only 48 hours earlier. And here was Henry, waiting for his Mom to begin negotiations for a big-money deal with Spermsearch. Henry blushed when he thought about those very naughty 48 hours. Henry had stripped naked -- totally naked -- for Mr. Creampix's camera, which was bad enough. But then there was all that [blush] kissing with Mr. Creampix. On the lips and then [mega-blush!!] on each other's penises!!!! Which taught Henry, for the first time, what "boy's cream" was. He made lots of it. And it was lots of fun to make. The next day, Henry's Mom's boyfriend Trevor gave Henry more lessons. Big lessons. In analingus and anal sex. Great lessons!! Lessons that made Henry feel way better than he had ever felt in his life. Though he still wasn't sure that it was OK to feel that way. The boy had no one he could talk to about it. Not even Mr. Stretcher, his baseball coach. Henry was pretty sure that Mr. Stretcher wanted to fuck the gorgeous, blue-eyed, blond-haired, 10-year-old, sissyboy "sex princess." Just like every other man Henry met. It was all very scary and disconcerting. As well as wildly exciting. Henry loved fucking. Cocksucking, kissing and associated delights were pretty delicious too. And, since Henry was one of the ten most fuckable boys on Planet Earth, the boy knew he could get all the men he wanted and needed. But he still wasn't happy about posing naked for pictures that would be used in advertising. Strange men all over the world would be looking at Henry's pictures and doing that thing to themselves that Mr. Creampix did with the skin that covered Henry's "red knob." Henry wouldn't be seeing any of the money from his poses. He knew his Mom better than that. No matter. Even unsophisticated Henry knew that men would be giving Henry everything he needed. For a very long time. Henry noticed that since he'd been sitting there, every man in the Spermsearch office had walked by him at least three times. Checking out the new, hot talent. It must be true about Henry being a showstopper, Henry thought. For the first time in his young life, Henry was beginning to realize the power of his beauty. Not enough power yet, it seemed, to get things moving along. Whatever those things might be. Bored to the max, Henry grabbed a random magazine from Spermsearch's reception-area coffee table and considered it. "Blast Furnace Quarterly?" What the heck was that doing there? Maybe it was a mistake. Henry opened the magazine to the inside cover and there it was. An advertisement that stood out from the usual, trade-magazine, black-and-white gloom. It was one of those advertisements again. A naked boy -- approximately six months older than Henry and almost as pretty as our hero. On all fours, his bare bum in full view of the camera. Not only was the boy's bum bare, it was gaping and drooling a massive amount of man's cream. In thick globs. Running down both of the boy's inner thighs and coating the prettiest "pink purse" of testicles Henry had seen in any of the ads. The boy's sweet, smiling face was looking back at the camera and the caption said, "Daddy says I'm hotter than an Acme Blast Furnace. But we know Acme's the best, don't we?" In the corner of the ad was a picture of an Acme Blast Furnace and phone number and web site to buy one of your very own. The boy in the ad was so sweet and beautiful that Henry got a nice, stiff boner looking at his picture and wondering what it would be like to lie in bed naked with that boy, kissing and rubbing cocks until they creamed all over each other. That would be awesome, Henry thought. He looked through the magazine in vain for another, similar ad. Then he picked up "Travel Today," turned to page 5 and there he was. The same beautiful boy. Naked again. On his back in bed. With a man's "defeated" cock drooling the last drops of sperm all over the boy's beautiful, cum-drenched face. "I told Daddy if he took me to Wallyworld, we could do ANYTHING he wanted." The caption said. "And I keep my promises!" Oh dear. Poor Henry's panties were very crowded. The boy was spectacular. Would Henry ever meet him? He wanted to meet him. Quickly, Henry looked through the other magazines on the coffee table. Each had an advertisement featuring that same young beauty. How curious! Just as Henry began to postulate some rationales for all those examples of the same model being ripe for a bored Henry's discovery, his Mom appeared. Smiling broadly. It must have been a HUGE contract she negotiated for a smile like that. "Oh, Henry," Heather said, "you're just going to love Scott Ramboy! He's so sweet and generous. And he's already half in love with you, just from those pictures Glenn Creampix made of you. He wants to meet you right away, so come along." Resistance was futile with Mom, so Henry complied. Though he was worried about meeting a man who was "already half in love" with Henry. What if he was mean! Or really ugly? Or had a really small cock? Henry blushed. He was ashamed of himself for being so shallow. He should like a man for his inner beauty -- or lack thereof. But, darn it, Trevor was handsome and big-cocked and Henry didn't want to settle for less. Scott Ramboy was definitely MORE. More handsome than any man Henry had seen. And from the tent in his khakis when he saw Henry, the man was definitely an XXL "down there." Henry actually gasped when he saw Mr. Ramboy. Mr. Ramboy actually gasped when he saw Henry. Scott Ramboy fucked the prettiest boys on earth every day and he still gasped when Henry came into view. In a cartoon, Cupid would be flitting around shooting arrows into man and boy. Heather saw the dynamic between them and in her head she heard "cha-ching." She would have to negotiate the contract a bit higher, now that she saw Mr. Ramboy was truly smitten by her son's beauty. Heather wisely withdrew, closing Mr. Ramboy's office door behind her. Leaving the ten-year-old sissyboy and the 42-year-old advertising executive to get acquainted. Neither even noticed she was gone. Mr. Ramboy managed to speak first, croaking out, "You're so [gasp] beautiful." Henry blushed shyly and looked downward. At Mr. Ramboy's "growing problem." Mr. Ramboy drew a breath, collected himself and said, "I thought the photographs may have been doctored, but now I see they were inadequate to describe your beauty." More teasy blushes. More courtship dancing. Until somehow, Henry's clothes were off, except for his lavender, bikini panties with white lace trim, and Mr. Ramboy had Henry on his lap. Kissing and licking the boy's greatly oversized, right nipple as if he were a starving man and it was the world's only nourishment. The two newly acquainted lovers were throwing off steam as Mr. Ramboy conducted a love assault on Henry's left nipple. Pausing to breathe out, "I never even imagined nipples like this on a boy, let alone a gorgeous one." Henry was squeaking and squealing as Mr. Ramboy ran his hands up and down the boy's body as he "breast fed" his man. The man didn't touch Henry's tiny penis or even his pantied region, but the inevitable happened. Henry creamed his pretty panties. A good drenching. Sopping wet. And gave out some nice sissy screams of delight along the way. Mr. Ramboy was delighted that the boy could cum so much. And so readily, without the man even rubbing or even touching his pretty knoblet. Henry was almost too red hot to be true. Mr. Ramboy was red hot too. Fired up for sex. So as Henry panted and gasped with post-orgasmic bliss, Mr. Ramboy stripped naked. And was about to impose an excellent "agenda" on his new lover when he noticed that Henry had ideas of his own. The boy had removed his wet panties and instead of discarding them, was putting them to innovative use. Henry held his panties in his right hand and placed his soft hand and wet panties on the knob of Mr. Ramboy's fat, excited cock. Wow! Henry was rubbing the silky cum receptacle all over the man's sensitive cockhead. Mr. Ramboy prized innovation in lovemaking. The boy was the whole package. Mr. Ramboy sat on his couch and allowed the boy to cummy-panty-wank him as they kissed for the first time. A deep, tonguey kiss. The boy shuddered with pleasure as he submitted to Mr. Ramboy's loving tongue. The man shuddered with pleasure as he felt the boy's hot cum and silky panties tormenting his skinned, tender knob. Mr. Ramboy gently pinched Henry's left nipple. The nipple-centric boy moaned. Pinching nipples is a great thing, but it suddenly occurred to Mr. Ramboy that he hadn't touched Henry's penis yet. An ominous omission, which he corrected immediately. So there they were. Kissing. Fondling. Wanking. Rubbing. More kissing. Mr. Ramboy gave up the very nice load that he had planned to deposit in Henry's bottomhole. But there was more where that came from. Lots more. Still, it was a very nice load that would have given Henry a major case of "squishy butt." Instead, it erupted creamily into Henry's panties. Mingling their man-boy sperm in almost ritualistic fashion. Oh. It was a gusher. And Mr. Ramboy was in love. Mr. Ramboy was sending those panties to the Smithsonian. After he was through storing them in his desk drawer for "sniffing when needed." Two -- Boys in love at first sight A practical man who had built a multi-million-dollar business, Mr. Ramboy knew how to productively fill the half hour he needed to "restore his rammer." First he told Henry, "I look at you and I see the most beautiful, amazing, sexy sissyboy on Earth." Henry blushed at the compliment. And wondered when Mr. Ramboy would stop talking and take care of that stiffie that Henry had produced during all that kissing. Then Henry was surprised when Mr. Ramboy said, "But when I look at Alex Rouseman, I also see the most beautiful, amazing, sexy sissyboy on Earth." Who? Mr. Ramboy explained, "Alex is our star model. You saw him in those magazines I left for you. I just can't decide who's prettier. You or Alex. I guess it's a tie." Henry was flattered. That Alex boy was amazingly sexy and gorgeous. And Mr. Ramboy had just said he was every bit as beautiful, Still... Henry suddenly realized that he wanted to be the "alpha sissyboy." Being number one alone was better than sharing number one. There had to be some sort of tiebreaker. Mr. Ramboy agreed. He walked over to a door at the back of his office, opened it and revealed a large bedroom, with a larger bed and a smaller, naked angel lying there waiting for a good buggering. Henry followed Mr. Ramboy into the room and blinked when he saw the boy. It was Alex!!! His co-number one. He was effing delicious. Better in real life than his pictures. And Alex was as "hot and bothered" as Henry was. If a) the pretty boy's "stick-up" and b) his lust-needy expression were to be believed. Plus there was what Alex said when he looked at Mr. Ramboy: [sissy squeal] "Oh, `Daddy!' He's more beautiful than his picture. Thank you, `Daddy!'" "Daddy?" Alex saw Henry's puzzled expression and said, "He's not my real Daddy. I just call him that because it makes his testosterone flow like a busted dam. Men like when I call them Daddy." Henry thought that Alex didn't need an edge to produce testosterone in a man. Any man in the same zip code as that boy would stick up proudly. But Alex seemed to know a lot about men. And boys. "I think you just made Daddy cum. He won't be ready for more `big fun' for a while. And you've got a `red, achy one.' I can help." Henry gulped. And his cock twitched. Mr. Ramboy settled into his easy chair to watch what he knew would be a cock-raising show. Henry lay next to the naked, young beauty and cuddled cautiously. Wary of a rejection that could never occur. The events of the past 48 hours had boosted Henry's confidence, but he knew he was in the presence of sissyboy royalty with Alex. Alex felt fortunate to be in the presence of his "heiress to the throne." Alex reached out to his slightly younger lover and pulled him to his hot, aroused body. They kissed. First with lips. Then more deeply with tongues. Henry heard some soft moaning, then realized that he was the moaner. Alex was a great kisser! Better than Mr. Creampix, Trevor and Mr. Ramboy. Though he wasn't about to say he preferred boys to men. The sweet, lusty Alex knew exactly what Henry wanted. Entering the boy's bottomhole with a delicate, but probing finger as they kissed. Finding and tormenting Henry's "boy's place" as he rubbed his own sweet cock against Henry's "pretty things." Oh dear! Poor Henry wanted to make it last, but it was all so exciting and delicious and new and spectacular and...oh...oh! Henry heaved out his boy's cream in six furious blasts that approximated the apocalypse. All over Alex's "pink parts." Whimpering like the ejaculating sissyboy that he was. With some cute squeals thrown in to the delight of both Alex and the still-observing Mr. Ramboy. Henry lay on his back. Recuperating. Looking into the huge, liquid eyes of his new best friend. He was about to propose that he suck Alex's stiffie and swallow the young beauty's boy's cream when instead, Alex arose from the bed and went over to the chair where Mr. Ramboy was sitting. He stood in front of Mr. Ramboy and fed the man his tiny cock. Submitting to three of Mr. Ramboy's active fingers in his bottom as he squealed and squirmed. During the vigorous sex act, he looked over his shoulder and said to Henry, "Daddy needed to be fed. Never neglect your Daddy." Six or seven minutes later, with a loud, girlish squeal the pretty boy shuddered and spunked into the hungry man's eager mouth. Defying all physiology texts, Henry was already restiffened. Not just from watching a handsome, alpha man suck off a beautiful sissyboy. It was the room's "décor" as well. Though Henry hadn't noticed when he came into the office's bedroom, the walls were adorned with large versions of Alex Rouseman's print advertising. Henry gazed in awe at a poster-sized rendition of an advertisement for Wallyworld. Alex was naked, facing away from the camera and kneeling on a very well-rumpled bed. Alex was looking over his shoulder at the camera. His face was even more beautiful than usual because it was drenched in a Herculean cumload. The boy's bottomhole was seeping so much cum that it had coated both of his inner thighs. One look at that picture would remove the scourge of erectile dysfunction from any man on earth. The headline said, "My trip to Wallyworld was the most fun I ever had..." At the bottom of the ad, the text said, "...with my clothes on. Ask your Daddy to take you to Wallyworld. Then thank him like I did!" Another blown-up poster was an advertisement for a used-book warehouse. Alex was on his back, naked. His face, nipples, stomach, inner thighs and "pink parts" were drenched with the cum of at least four or five men. He's smiling at the camera and "saying," "Sometimes `used' is a good thing. Shop at Acme Used Books." And in another, Alex is lying on his back; his whole, naked body is glistening with oil. He's made a little cum lake for himself around his belly button and his pretty penis has a darling drop poised to either fall or be licked for a man's nourishment. The headline says, "Daddy and I love it when he massages me with Smith's Baby Oil. And it's Daddy's turn now." Oh dear! Alex was the sissyboy star of stars. It was obvious that Mr. Ramboy was in love with him. How could Henry ever "fill Alex's panties?" Perhaps Henry could worry about that later because at that moment, Mr. Ramboy had risen from his chair and was spooned up behind Henry -- his manly, resurrected cock rubbing against the crevice between Henry's bottomcheeks. Meanwhile, Alex had taken Henry's "pink prize" into his pretty mouth and was giving it an excellent sucking. Henry's pleasure was multiplied when he felt three of Mr. Ramboy's Spermbutt-lubed fingers enter his bottom -- one at a time, of course -- find his prostate, than drive the boy half mad with lust. Having cum twice previously, Henry didn't spurt right away. Which was a good thing, since it gave Mr. Ramboy an opportunity to remove his thick fingers from the boy's "pussy" and replace them with his thicker cock. The man slid in relatively easily -- thanks, Spermbutt -- then began to fuck his new prize with long, even strokes. As Alex, the co-love of Mr. Ramboy's life, sucked and licked Henry's swollen, aching penis. Poor Henry. He was truly on erotic overload. A very good thing to be on. His testicles thought so. They contributed everything they owned to Alex's throat. Moments after the frantically rutting Mr. Ramboy made his own contribution to Henry's sweet pootie. Sweating. Chests heaving, the three lovers lay on their backs enjoying the situation. Henry wanted more. Lots more. And he wasn't at all convinced that Mr. Ramboy would be able to give Henry and Alex all they needed. For a while anyway. Henry was right. But his new friends had a plan. "Boys," Mr. Ramboy said, "I would love to spend the next year or so in bed with both of you. But I don't want to die young and I don't want the two of you less than fully satisfied. So Alex and I have agreed, if it's OK with you, Henry, that you can stay with me for the next 24 hours and Alex and his co-worker Stefan will spend the next 24 hours together. I know that will make Alex happy. He and Stefan have made several ads together and they're very close friends." Henry looked at Alex, whose eyes sparkled in anticipation of several good fuckings from that Stefan person. So it would be Henry and Mr. Ramboy? Fucking and more fucking? Cool!!! But wouldn't Alex be jealous? Apparently not. "While we're resting and recharging, Henry, let me tell you about what's happening at The Spermsearch Group. Alex is retiring in two months. It seems that he'll be marrying a Swedish billionaire on his 11th birthday. The new husband doesn't want Alex working anymore, but he's agreed to let Alex do one more large advertising campaign. He'll be doing that campaign with you, Henry. And it'll be the greatest campaign ever. Bigger than our Wallyworld campaign that increased attendance at the theme park by 1,347%." Henry was flattered. Honored. Titillated. He got the job. A starring role. And lots of "interaction" with Alex, Mr. Ramboy and maybe that Stefan guy who made Alex's cock twitch so prettily. Cool!!! Three -- On the job Henry's 24 cum-drenched hours as the eagerly enthusiastic object of Mr. Ramboy's wide-ranging lust was awesome. They did everything Henry could have imagined. Many times. Hotly. The boy's balls throbbed and ached pleasantly from overusage when he and Mr. Ramboy showered, dressed and emerged from their pit of pleasure to greet Alex and Stefan, who were awaiting them by sitting and kissing gently in Mr. Ramboy's outer office. Henry gasped when he saw Stefan. Mr. Ramboy was hot, but Alex clearly had been enjoying the scorcher of all scorchers. Stefan was buff, hairy, and incredibly manly. He was also in his early twenties, which meant he could "bring it" more often than Mr. Ramboy could. Henry reminded himself not to be greedy. Though the thought had occurred to him that he could very well be as greedy as he liked about men. Men wanted Henry. But such greedy thoughts could wait. It was work time. Time to focus. "This is Stefan, Henry." Alex said. "I've been telling him about you." Henry's little peener twitched. The man was VERY sexy. In a swarthy way. "I'm pleased to meet you, Henry. You're very beautiful. I hope you'll let me fuck you gloriously for the new campaign." Oh. Henry's cock twitched again. Much more strongly that time. Mr. Ramboy drew them back to the business at hand. "There will be plenty of opportunity for cocks in boypussies later. Let's discuss the campaign of all campaigns that will introduce Henry to the world's men and cap Alex's brilliant modeling career." All were listening as Mr. Ramboy began. "The Spermsearch Group, as you might expect from someone who employs the world's prettiest, randiest boys, is not without high-level influence. Two days ago, we learned who would be getting this year's Nobel Prize in Science." Stefan, Henry and Alex looked at each other. What could this possibly have to do with pederasty and puerile pulchritude? Mr. Ramboy went on. "Normally, the prize goes to someone who does something boring, like deciphering the human genome or curing some disease. But this year...this year...someone truly deserving is getting the prize." Stefan, Henry and Alex looked at each other again. Did Stefan just wink at Henry? Maybe they could go off somewhere together...just for an hour or so. Mr. Ramboy noticed that he was losing his randy audience. So he pressed on. "The winner will be Carlton Spermbutt. The inventor of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant." Mr. Ramboy had the three's full attention. Spermbutt had transformed the culture. Carlton Spermbutt was a giant of history. But no one thought he would be recognized by mainstream society. In the dark times before Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, boys often said "no" to men. [gasp!] When men asked their favorite sissyboy for a deep fucking, the kind men and boys enjoy routinely these days, sissyboys often had a "headache." Since the invention of Spermbutt ("just enough friction, just enough glide"), no sissyboy has ever pleaded "headache." Or "assache" for that matter. Unless it was, "My ass aches for your cock, Daddy." Without Spermbutt, there would have been no Sissy Boy magazine or sissyboy spunk parties. A legion of randy sissyboys who needn't fear anal sex transformed society. In a good way. A very good way. The four elite sodomites in that office that day were acutely aware of the significance of the Nobel Prize committee's action. Mr. Ramboy spoke for all sissyboys and their loving men friends when he said, "Finally, there's justice in our world." Everyone nodded solemnly. Then Alex said, "Shouldn't Dr. Spermbutt gotten the Nobel `Piece' Prize, since now men can all get a piece of ass?" Good point. "We've been asked," Mr. Ramboy said, "by the Spermbutt Corporation, to give this event the attention it deserves. They want you two boys to be the spokessissies for an extensive advertising campaign. Will you do it? For all the sissyboys and daddies of the world?" Henry was overwhelmingly flattered. Even the world-wise Alex was flattered. It was a great and awesome responsibility. Stefan was mostly trying to decide which boy he wanted to fuck next. Especially since, as in every advertisement, only his cock would appear in the advertisements. Men didn't want to see the men; they wanted to imagine that it was their cock that had just pleasured the boy. "When do we start...'Daddy?'" Henry asked Mr. Ramboy. Alex smiled at Henry. Proud that the younger boy had taken his advice about cockraising the older male. "No time like the present," Mr. Ramboy replied happily. He loved when the little angels called him "Daddy." "No sex for eight hours, though, so you'll all have plenty of spunk. Then we'll shoot our first ad, OK?" Henry wasn't happy about "keeping his creamies" for eight hours, but he was a professional now. So he agreed. It was a long eight hours. In that sexually charged place, with all those men and pretty boys walking around. But Henry made it through the enforced chastity and at 5 p.m., he, Alex, Stefan and another hunky model named Otto were "ready to shoot." Mr. Ramboy had arranged everything to be set up in the studio. A huge bed. Clean sheets. And...what was that? Three video cameras? Three cameramen? And a director?? "We've never done TV before, Daddy," Alex said. "It's all been print." "You're right, Baby," Mr. Ramboy said. "The Spermbutt people said that if they were getting the Nobel Prize, they were mainstream enough to do TV without The Law beating down the doors." Henry considered things. He would be fucking on national television? All those people would see fat cocks sliding in and out of his perfect bottom? Henry gulped. But in for a penny, in for a pound. Plus, he was egotistical enough to adore the notion that men worldwide would be spunking as they watched Henry spunk. The director, whose name was Robert Builtwell, didn't have a lot of instructions for the boys. Just one line that they were supposed to smile and say in unison when given a pre-arranged signal or say whenever they made their boy's cream. Obviously not a control freak. Which was good. Though it was a bit odd that Mr. Builtwell was, kind of, well, naked. Never having done any TV work before, Henry thought for a moment that naked directors, with big erections, were normal. Probably not. Anyway, the workday began with some nice, matched-up foreplay. Henry and Stefan. Yum!! Alex and Otto. The cameras captured it all, but the main event began with the sweet boys lying side by side on their backs, knees up, big cocks sluicing their hot boyholes. Henry's pretty, little grunts and whimpers were recorded for posterity as that mega-hottie Stefan gave as good as he got in Henry's "special place." Then... Henry felt his "boy's time" approaching. Strongly. He loved being a model. He loved men. He loved cock. What was his line again? Oh, yeah. "Thank you, Dr. Spermbutt!!" Henry grunted out as his orgasm consumed him. And a historic TV advertising campaign was born. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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