Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:12:39 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Adultery (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Adultery (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- Monday with Mr. Thicklog Jordan Shagmost unhooked his seat belt and leaned over to kiss his Mom goodbye. "Will you be home for supper, Honey?" Mrs. Shagmost asked her 11-year-old son. "That depends on what Mr. Thicklog tells his wife, Mom. He's been talking about staying with me overnight one of these Mondays, but that never happens. Thanks for packing my school clothes for tomorrow, just in case." "You're welcome, Sweetie," Mrs. Shagmost replied. "I hope he realizes how lucky he is to be having a gay, underage, illicit, illegal, extramarital affair with you. You're so beautiful." Jordan blushed. Mom was the greatest. So supportive of his sissyboyhood. Even supportive of his need to be with married, "heterosexual" men. They didn't make them like Mrs. Shagmost often enough anymore. Jordan scooted out of the car, waved goodbye to Mrs. Shagmost, and walked into the front door of their city's ritziest and most discreet hotel. Jordan strode to the front desk, where the regular Monday afternoon clerk greeted him with a smile. "Good afternoon, Billy. Mr. Smith, your Uncle John, called and he'll be arriving at around five -- 90 minutes or so from now. Here's your key." Jordan thanked the clerk and rewarded him with a million-watt smile that would probably send the man to the men's room for a frantic wank. Jordan had that effect on men. Jordan knew that the man at the desk didn't believe for one nanosecond that Jordan was really "Billy," nor that "Mr. John Smith" was really "Billy's" uncle. Especially when the maid got ahold of the spunk-drenched sheets after each Monday afternoon/evening encounter. But he did know that Mr. Thicklog threw enough money around at that hotel that everyone kept their mouths firmly shut about things. Anyway, it wasn't as if Jordan was the only sissyboy taking it up the kiester at that hotel. Jordan had seen three or four of his classmates checking in with men over the past four or five months. It was only natural, and you can't stop nature, can you? Jordan was pretty sure that he was the most beautiful boy who had ever been shagged at that hotel. And he was right. The boy's mane of blond, extra-curly hair framed a face worthy of the eventual Centennial edition of Sissy Boy Magazine. His dark-brown eyes shone in erotic contrast to his blondness. The soft pillows of his lips had ignited his men's facelips and peelips. The form and language of his body begged to be taken. So no wonder that Mrs. Shagmost had surrendered to reality and allowed her son the full exercise of his sissyboyhood. Even though Jordan insisted on dating only married men. When his Mom had pointed out that Jordan was a serial adulterer, Jordan rightly countered that the married men were the adulterers, not he. A budding attorney was Jordan? Irrelevant. "I like married men for two reasons, Mom," the boy had said. "First, if they were single, they'd be wanting to be with me every day. And I like variety. Second, I just love showing those `hetero' men REAL love." And showing what hypocrites the "recovering heterosexuals" were. Mom had nodded in agreement. A wise woman, she knew that, given a choice between a gorgeous sissyboy and a gorgeous, nagging, manipulating, emasculating woman, men would choose the sissyboy nine times out of ten. Do there Jordan was. Using his key to enter room 901. The penthouse/honeymoon suite. Their usual. As usual, Mr. Thicklog had left Jordan's "things" on the bed. Jordan was a bit disappointed that Mr. Thicklog wouldn't be coming until 5 that day. Usually the boy had swallowed a creamload and taken a second one inside him by that time. But maybe they would be able to stay together a bit longer that evening. It was good in way because Jordan could clean up and get ready. Then do his homework for tomorrow. It would be a simple matter for Jordan to work out an arrangement with his teacher, Mr. Droolforboy, and other teachers, so that the boy wouldn't have to do any homework or study for a test until he was in grad school. But Jordan didn't want to end up as some dumb blonde sissyboy. So he stripped to a delicious nude and took a long, hot shower. Then he patted himself dry, powdered his body here and there and retrieved that day's outfit from the bed. Hmmm. A lilac-colored, pure-silk, sashed, shorty bathrobe. Which was short even by shorty standards. Jordan giggled when he saw that it exposed about a half inch of his testicle sack in the front and was shorter in the back, exposing a good three inches of bottomcheek. This ought to stir up that 42-year-old captain of industry, the boy thought as he checked himself out in the full-length mirror. Oh dear. The sight of his own beauty had given Jordan a full, nearly five-inch stiffie. And his little pebbles ached for relief. But no way was Jordan wanking before Mr. Thicklog's arrival. His men liked him ready and randy when they arrived and that was what Jordan would be. 52-minutes until Mr. Thicklog's arrival. Jordan distracted himself from his carnal needs by doing his homework. Which he completed at 4:50. He put his books back into his bag and made his final arrangements. Just in case that naughty Mr. Thicklog wanted to FUCK Jordan moments after entering the room, the boy reached for the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant that was ubiquitous in hotel rooms these days. He loved the new, cock-shaped, applicator cap that entered his anus so nicely then, when the bottle was squeezed, emitted lots of soothing Spermbutt Anal Lubricant through its many perforations. Jordan put the bottle on the nightstand and kicked off his puffy, lilac bedroom slippers. Mr. Thicklog loved Jordan's bare feet. Obsessed about them. So Jordan made sure he was always barefoot for his man. Except for those two times when Mr. Thicklog left black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and a lacy, black garter belt for Jordan to wear for their love session. Mr. Thicklog seemed to like that a lot. Especially when Jordan took the man's cock between his stockinged feet and rubbed Mr. Thicklog to a creamy conclusion. Preparations complete, Jordan awaited his Monday man's arrival with heart thumping. Oh. The door was opening. It was him!! Mr. Thicklog!! Jordan loved Mr. Thicklog! And Mr. Thicklog loved Jordan. Jordan ran to Mr. Thicklog to grab him, kiss him, then drop to his knees and suck every drop of cum out of the man's aching nuts. But a large bouquet of roses was in the way. Mr. Thicklog treated Jordan the way he would treat a woman with whom he was having an affair. Which was, of course, the man's frame of reference. Jordan would have rather gotten right down to the sex, but he wanted to humor his man too. "Are those for me?" Jordan gushed. Asking the question stupidly asked in that situation for time immemorial. "They could hardly rival your beauty, Darling, but yes," Mr. Thicklog replied equally sappily. "I think there's a vase over there." Jordan could see that Mr. Thicklog was in no hurry. Could they be having an overnight at last? That would be so cool! Jordan fussed over the roses. Taking his time getting them into the vase, adding water, and arranging the flowers. Of course, he bent over now and then to give Mr. Thicklog a nice view of his perfect, pink, well-lubricated bumhole. Mr. Thicklog watched in reverent awe. And counted himself stunningly lucky to be fucking an angel like Jordan every week. He would leave his wife for Jordan and that was that. Abandon his family and his career. Take whatever funds he could sneak away and make off with Jordan for somewhere with no extradition to the United States. North Korea, perhaps. Then live off love with the world's most beautiful boy. Jordan had heard similar fantasies from other men, of course. But they always went back to their wives and kids. Which suited Jordan just fine. The wives, especially the rich ones like Mrs. Thicklog, weren't all that concerned about whom their husbands were fucking. But they wouldn't tolerate divorce, with loss of status and money. Potential loss of money also kept the Mrs. Thicklogs of the world from blowing the whistle on husbands who were blowing their sissyboys. Their husbands couldn't make them any money in prison, could they? Plus, what would Mr. Thicklog tell his two mean-girl daughters, Lucretia, aged 16 and Vanessa, aged 18? "I'm leaving Mom so I can fuck a beautiful boy's bottom 24/7. No. Married adulterers rarely leave their wives for sissyboys. Which suited Jordan just fine. What also suited Jordan just fine was that growing lump in Mr. Thicklog's pants as Jordan's floral accommodations were finalized. The boy gave his man a sexy smile and slowly walked off to the bedroom. Hiking the bathrobe up just high enough to show Mr. Thicklog the entrance to bliss. Confident that his man would arrive in microseconds, Jordan unashamedly lay on his back across the king-sized bed. Opening the bathrobe just wide enough to allow his full erection and "pink purse" complete access to oxygen. He was sure that Mr. Thicklog's uncharacteristic patience had reached its expiration date. Jordan was wrong. Mr. Thicklog entered the bedroom still fully dressed. He noted the full-power erotic display on his bed and gulped. Even the coolest dude out there would have had to gulp at a nude, needy Jordan. But he stayed on plan. A plan that was unfamiliar to Jordan, unless... Could it be? "Are we spending the night together, Mr. Thicklog?" the boy blurted out. Mr. Thicklog smiled and sat back in the room's only easy chair. "Until breakfast do us part, my sweet darling. So I'm not rushing through anything. Now come over here and stand in front of me. I want to see you up close and very personal." Jordan whooped with joy and hastened to comply. He almost never had an overnight with his adulterous manfriends. "Sleeping" with Mr. Thicklog would be a real treat. Though he doubted there would be much sleep going on. Jordan decided to get a little teasy. He stood just out of Mr. Thicklog's reach and opened his silk robe to the width of his puffy nipples. The boy bit his knuckle and looked as shy and reluctant as any boy desperate for mancock could look. The still-dressed Mr. Thicklog loosened his tie and beckoned his loverboy forward. "I'm going to give you a long, slow, sloppy blowjob so I can relax you for the 12-hour ravaging you're about to `endure.' So step closer. NOW, young man!" Oh! Jordan was about to be RAVAGED! For 12 hours! The lad wasn't sure what it meant to be ravaged, but it sounded wonderful. Mr. Thicklog wasn't the ravaging type. He was more of the "let's hurry these orgasms up so I can get home and pretend to be faithful and heterosexual type." It appeared that the man intended to take his ti... Oh! Oh! Jordan was standing in front of his man and his man was kissing his belly. Taking his time indeed. Mr. Thicklog kissed north until he encountered the lovely boy's overly large, ridiculously puffy nipples -- a favorite region of every man Jordan had known. Mr. Thicklog had paid insufficient homage to those twin treasures on past Mondays, but he resolved to do better. Much better. The man licked and sucked and kissed and essentially worshipped the sweet nubbins as Jordan squealed and moaned out his delight. The downside, of course, was that all the erotic stimulation had made Jordan's testicles throb in pain. He needed relief and he needed it quickly. So through his grunts of pleasure, Jordan expressed his need. "Please, Mr. Thicklog. I need to cum. My peanuts hurt!" Ever the gentleman, Jordan stopped nipple adoration and began to lick the boy's "peanuts." Slowly. Teasingly. As the boy's lather got foamier. Time to cash it in, Mr. Thicklog decided. Don't want to injure the young beauty. So Mr. Thicklog took the head of Jordan's penis into his warm, wet mouth and began to lick and suck it just the way Jordan liked being sucked. Lots of tongue. Lots of heat. And then, as a sweet bonus, the man entered the boy's Spermbutt-Anal-Lubricant-slick bottomhole with three naughty fingers. Which found Jordan's prostate with practiced ease. Oh! That was nice. Relief was on the way. Like the cavalry in a John Ford-John Wayne picture. Jordan's spermies heard the bugles. And charged! Into Mr. Thicklog's mouth and down his hungry throat. Accompanied by a symphony of sissy squeals, squeaks and screams of ecstasy. That's what happens when you deny a sissyboy relief for nearly 12 hours. Poor Jordan hadn't spunked since his loving Daddy had awakened the boy with a nice milking that morning. Daddy and Jordan weren't lovers. Not yet. Though they would be if Jordan kept showing Daddy his bare bum and making those cute, needy whimpers whenever Mom was grocery shopping or at her sister's. No, Daddy merely wanked the boy once or twice a day for medical reasons. To ensure Jordan's good health and well-being. With a nice, post-orgasmic tongue-kiss thrown in for dessert. So imagine the sweet boy's raging need when Mr. Thicklog finally brought him off that lovely afternoon. The boy would suffer no further deprivation that evening and night. Mr. Thicklog swallowed his sweet, creamy prize, drew the boy into a long, loving, cummy kiss, then stood to undress completely. At last, Jordan thought. Things are moving along. Though Jordan had just spilled his seed down Mr. Thicklog's mouth moments earlier, the sight of his nude Monday man brought him to a half-cockstand. The man was that hunky. Every time Jordan saw Mr. Thicklog in the buff, he told himself that the man's wife was crazy. She could have that superhunk's cock inside her -- in three holes instead of the two that Jordan was allotted by nature -- 24/7. Instead, she chose to nag, manipulate and emasculate him every chance she got. No sissyboy would make that mistake. "I lubed up with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant five minutes before you got here, Mr. Thicklog," the excited boy said. "But it's been so long, you'll need to use more. Please use more, sir. And fuck me soon. Please." Mr. Thicklog was being patient and taking things slowly. But no sane man would turn down an invitation like that from someone like Jordan. And Mr. Thicklog was fully sane. The boy was still wearing the lilac robe, though it only covered his creamy shoulders as he lay on his back on the bed. A nice touch, the man thought. If he'd had his way he'd be dressing Jordan in full stockings and lingerie every Monday. But he didn't think Jordan would like that very much. And Mr. Thicklog did NOT want to displease Jordan. The man understood on some level that lingerie would be there to ease Mr. Thicklog's discomfort about the possible gayness of fucking a boy, eating his ass, sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. Though Mr. Thicklog knew for sure that he wasn't gay. This was an infatuation. An experiment. Plus a sissyboy was half-girl anyway. So Mr. Thicklog was only half-gay at most. None of us would be able to face another day if we somehow lost the ability to rationalize. Mr. Thicklog covered Jordan's small body with his own massive frame. Kissing the boy's mouth as the boy sucked his tongue. Now it was Mr. Thicklog who was the needy one. As the man lubed up the love canal for the first fucking, the man marveled afresh at how Jordan's mini-bum was able to accommodate Mr. Thicklog's maxi-prick. Could Jordan be seeing other men? Mr. Thicklog didn't think so. The boy was so needy every Monday. And his hole was vise-tight. Though, when they first met at the school science fair for which Mr. Thicklog was a patron, the boy did seem to be an accomplished flirt. And it almost seemed as if Jordan had been the one teaching Mr. Thicklog about man-boy sex once they started “dating." Oh well. Not to worry about that, because the man was entering the boy's pussy with his very own eight-inch prostate-pleaser. On one point both man and boy could agree. Nothing felt better than the slick slide into Jordan's lubed bottom. Mr. Thicklog was home! Maybe he would divorce his wife and marry Jordan after all. Maybe he should just fuck the boy and think later. And fuck him he did. Face-to-face, man on top. With long, slow strokes and appreciative moans and grunts from both lovers as they kissed and fucked. As the heat built, Mr. Thicklog increased his pace. The friction on Jordan's prostate became intense. The boy cried out, "Oh! I love you, Daddy!" And shot his sperm in creamy ropes. Truth be told, Jordan wasn't sure why he called Mr. Thicklog "Daddy." He had never done so before. He may have been thinking how nice it would be when his own Daddy surrendered to the inevitable and filled Jordan's bumhole with paternal spunk. Or maybe he just loved Mr. Thicklog so much at that moment that he wanted to give him an extra little thrill. For Mr. Thicklog, being called "Daddy" by the boy he loved detonated his testicles!! The man was enthralled at Jordan's new level of devotion to their love affair. Which was a good and true and pure bit of underage, homosexual adultery. Mr. Thicklog's eyes filled with happy tears as he pumped sperm into Jordan's bottom. Men, of course, are far more romantic than women. And Mr. Thicklog had decided that the daisy-petal analysis had definitely fallen to the "he loves me" side for Jordan and him. Jordan was a bit embarrassed by his exclamation. Though the drenching his insides received moments after he called Mr. Thicklog "Daddy" told the boy that the man liked it a lot. Being a kind boy, Jordan kissed his man and said, "That was the best ever, Daddy. Let me help you so we can do it again." And Jordan proceeded to pursue the sure-fire way to get Mr. Thicklog in the right condition for a quick rematch. The man lay on his side as Jordan scooted behind him, pulled his hairy bumcheeks apart with his thumbs and began to lick Mr. Thicklog's hairy asshole. Mr. Thicklog groaned. And wondered how many women, in the history of the world, had done for their men what Jordan was doing so unselfishly for his lover. Under ten, for sure. He wondered vaguely if having a pretty boy lick your asshole was gay. Then just enjoyed the ride. Jordan was correct about the restorative powers of the ass-tonguing. And Mr. Thicklog was ready and randy in short order. Jordan submissively lay on his stomach, looked back at Mr. Thicklog and said, "Do it hard this time please, Daddy! I need it hard," If only he could have bottled this boy and sold him worldwide as an aphrodisiac. The rhinoceroses of the world would keep their horns and Mr. Thicklog would be a multi-billionaire. Mr. Thicklog shoved his restiffened sissypleaser into Jordan's bumhole and showed it no mercy. The boy was screaming in ecstatic agony as his man delivered the goods nice and rough. Which every boy likes now and then. But not as a steady diet. The lovers rested for a few moments, then Mr. Thicklog excused himself to begin filling the extra-large soaking tub. A suite feature in which they had never before indulged due to time constraints. Some soft kissing eased the pain of relatively rough sex. And the water was ready. Man and boy entered the warm water and reveled in its pleasures. Washing each other's intimate parts. Stealing kisses in naughty places. Then mutually massaging each others prostates as they kissed and whimpered through another debilitating mutual orgasm. Mr. Thicklog was ready to call the paramedics at that point. But Jordan suggested they call room service and have dinner instead. Man and boy dried each other off and powdered each other here and there. Which stiffened Mr. Thicklog yet again and led to a fresh fucking with Jordan bent over the bathroom sink. A timeout was called at that point. Mr. Thicklog called room service for a steak dinner for him -- a cheeseburger for the boy. Along with four large sodas to replace fluids. Mr. Thicklog put on a terrycloth robe in anticipation of the food's arrival. Jordan slid on the pair of yellow panties with white lace trim that he had been planning to wear to school the next day. The boy looked so cute in them that the man wondered if he could manage a fifth erection that would give the boy's bum a fourth seeing-to before the food arrived. But he heard a rap on the door. Jordan scooted to the bedroom as Mr. Thicklog received the waiter, watched as the young man set up the meal, then tipped him generously. So he wouldn't mention the smell of cum in the room that had already been reported to Homeland Security three counties over. The boy and man ate and conversed pleasantly. Jordan took a short break to call his Mom to tell her that Mr. Thicklog would be taking him to school on Tuesday morning. Mom was delighted. "Have a great time, Honey. And try to get some sleep." When Jordan hung up, Mr. Thicklog asked the boy about his parents. "Now you're SURE that this is OK with them? You and me, I mean." "Oh, yes, Daddy. I mean, Mr. Thicklog," Jordan said. He should only call Mr. Thicklog "Daddy" when they were making love. "Mom says every sissyboy should date nice men. It's the way of the world." Smart woman, Mr. Thicklog thought. Should he ask? He should. "What does your Daddy think about us?" Jordan considered whether he should answer that. "Daddy's OK with it." He could have left it at that. But he added. “Daddy knows a young boy had needs. I get sick if I don't shoot my cream a lot. So when you're not around, Daddy `helps' me." Jordan omitted the part about all the help he got from the other three to five men Mr. Thicklog was dating at any time he wasn't with Mr. Thicklog. Mr. Thicklog had to know: "How does your Daddy help you?" Jordan managed a blush. "He wakes me in the morning by reaching into my jammies and, you know, playing with me until I shoot. At night too. To help me sleep." Mr. Thicklog felt a bit dizzy. He had a rival. He had to ask: "Do you and your Daddy ever do any of the naughty things that you and I do?" And the Academy Award goes to Jordan Shagmost for what he said next. "Ewww! No. He's my Daddy. I would never do that with him. That stuff is for you and me." Mr. Thicklog sighed deeply. Thank goodness. His territory was secure. Brightly, the man said, "So, back to our fun? I have a new idea." Jordan smiled blindingly and said, "Sure, Mr. Thicklog. Just let me finish this big Coke. And then I have to pee." Mr. Thicklog looked on lovingly as Jordan slurped his second half gallon of soda. What an angel he was! "Would you need any help peeing?" Mr. Thicklog asked the boy. "I could hold it for you." An odd invitation by most standards. But they were not most people. Jordan stood in front of the toilet and dropped his panties to the floor. Mr. Thicklog lifted the seat and stood behind his lover. He reached around Jordan's right hip and laid his strong fingers onto the boy's penis. Jordan purred. Mr. Thicklog skinned the boy's knob and said, "Go ahead, Honey. You can pee now. I'll aim it for you." Jordan said, "I don't think I can, Daddy. You excited me too much and my thing is sticking straight up. What can we do?" Ever resourceful, the lovers slid into the shower and closed the door. Still holding the boy’s skinned knob, Mr. Thicklog said, "Pee wherever you want now, Baby." Giggling, the boy broke free turned around and began to pee on Mr. Thicklog. "You said anywhere, Daddy!" he said, laughing heartily. "You little rat,” Mr. Thicklog laughed. And he began to pee all over Jordan. Lots of laughs. A shower to clean things off. But no post-shower fuck. Though they were both stiff and drippy. "The other bedroom has a massage table, Sweetie," Mr. Thicklog said. Another amenity they had ignored in their hasty fuck furor of yore. Mr. Thicklog carried Jordan into the second bedroom and laid him on his back on the massage table. Was the massage oil warmer there as he requested? It was. Good. Mr. Thicklog found a large bottle of massage oil and poured it into the warmer. "You're going to love this warm oil massage, Baby," the man said. "And afterwards, your whole body will be like a big, wet pussy for my stiff cock." Mr. Thicklog's predictions both came true. Jordan LOVED the feel of his lover's warm, oily hands on every square micron of his beautiful body except his head, bottomhole, cock and balls. His man saved the most private parts for last. When Mr. Thicklog flipped Jordan onto his stomach three rude fingers invaded the boy's sweet anus. The man mercilessly massaged Jordan's prostate with the fingers of his right hand as he oiled the boy's back with his left. Spunk happened. Squealing, shuddering spunk. After which the man carried the spent boy to the bed in the second bedroom, laid him onto his stomach and fucked him with great vigor. After Mr. Thicklog had completed that round of "abuse" and marked his territory inside Jordan with his manly seed, the two slid around in Jordan's body oil for a delightful half hour. At which time, Mr. Thicklog discovered that he was ready for one last round of "hide the salami" before sleeptime. The last fuck of that glorious evening was slow and gentle. With lots of kisses and loving endearments exchanged. When Mr. Thicklog's last molecule of sperm dribbled from his peelips, the two entwined face to face, covered each other with a sheet, and went to sleep. Even the most committed anal enthusiasts need rest. Jordan dreamed quite vividly. All of the men whom Jordan was currently seeing -- five, or was it six? -- not counting Daddy -- yet -- had Jordan in a very large bedroom with a very large bed. Jordan had been well fucked by the first man and was settling back for some post-coital kisses when the second man plunged his cock into the boy's well-buttered bum. Oh! Fresh cock was so nice! But then Dream Jordan's second lover spunked and third lover took his place! It appeared that Jordan was about to be serially fucked all night! Or maybe for the rest of his life! What should he do? The fucking felt so real and so good. Because it was real. It was 3:14 a.m. and Mr. Thicklog was "giving his all" to his lover's bum with the renewed powers of five hours of sleep. Oh! That was delicious! Mr. Thicklog's fingers were skinning Jordan's sweet knob as they fucked. And a creamy doublet was soon achieved. After which, more sleepybyes. Until 6:15 a.m., when Jordan was awakened by a tongue up his bum. So good! Jordan "endured" analingus for a while, then disengaged, rolled onto his back and raised his knees. Mr. Thicklog covered his lover with his body, then entered the boy's ass with his rejuvenated cock. At 6:47, both carnal athletes gave up their official first-of-the-day. Since they had to get to school and work, there was only time for a shower-fuck, followed by a room-service breakfast, during which Jordan sat on Mr. Thicklog's lap and kissed him between bites of bacon and eggs. Mr. Thicklog drove the true love of his life to school, kissed him passionately before allowing the sweet angel to go into the building, and said, "This was the best night of my life, my sweet darling." Jordan blushed and said, "Me too, Daddy." And the boy meant it. He was sad that he wouldn't see Mr. Thicklog for a week. But there would be other diversions before then. Two " Tuesday with Mr. Spermatozoa (and Someone Else) Despite his "active" evening with fewer than his usual nine hours of sleep, Jordan was feeling quite good that day as he entered the halls of Stuffbum Middle School. Since he was a sensitive boy, his heart ached a bit for Mr. Thicklog. Being denied for a whole week what Jordan had to offer, once one tastes it, had to be awful for a man. But he knew his Monday man would get over it. And anyway, it was Tuesday. Jordan's first class was English, with Mr. Sternlesson, who accepted no inattention from his students. Except the ones whose panties he would like to drop. Jordan definitely fell into that category. But so, oddly, did-- dare I say -- a girl! Vanessa Swaybottom was widely accepted as the prettiest girl in school. Though she was only an 11-year-old sixth-grader [American middle schools, AKA junior high schools, educate students in grades 6-8, typically aged 11 to 13 or 14]. She was also widely accepted as the school's oddest, most mysterious and most stuck-up girl. No one knew where she came from. She had no friends -- hanging out with neither the girls nor the boys. And she dressed in a way that was completely out of character for a 21st-Century schoolgirl. While 99% of American schoolgirls dressed like homeless squeegee men, Vanessa Swaybottom wore skirts to school every day. Short skirts. Showing off some very shapely legs for a girl her age. She also wore stockings! And two-inch heels! Unheard of! Of course, this rude display of femininity enraged the girls and enflamed the hetero boys -- all of whom wanted to fuck her more than take their next breath. But Vanessa was standoffish with everyone save Jordan. To whom she would say "hello" now and then or ask about a school assignment. Rumors placed Vanessa with various high school boys. Or even some of the male teachers. But nothing was confirmed. Anyway, Mr. Sternlesson favored Jordan. Probably because they fucked every Wednesday. That was normal. But why did the teacher seem to favor Vanessa as well? Did Mr. Sternlesson like [ick!] girls as well as boys? The school day dragged a bit, but at dismissal, Jordan left school on foot. And headed for the Spermatozoa Pizza Parlor on Third Street. Where the boy ordered a slice of veggie pizza and a coke. Jordan sat and ate his pizza and thought about how lucky he was. Eleven years old and on top of the world. Should he give up his current life and marry Mr. Thicklog? Assuming that Mrs. Thicklog would give him up? Jordan didn't like thinking when he needed to have his balls emptied. The two activities seemed to clash. So he cleaned up his mess, caught the eye of the pizza-parlor's owner ever so briefly and saw him nod. Then Jordan left the restaurant and went around to the back of the store. Where the back door had been opened. He entered and went up the stairs to a small apartment. Where he used his key and entered. The boy knew where the bedroom was and he got there quickly. By his accounting, he had four minutes and 22 seconds to get ready. The lovely lad stripped to his yellow panties with white lace trim, then found the obligatory bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant in the nightstand drawer. Oh. That bottle had the XXL applicator cap! Which was probably appropriate for what was about to ensue. Jordan lowered his panties and entered his bottomhole with the applicator cap. The young beauty squeezed a nice portion of soothing Spermbutt Anal Lubricant into his pussy as he dreamed of the cock that would soon take its place. His dream quickly came true. Anthony Spermatozoa, proprietor of the eponymous pizza parlor, had arrived. The man was not a great lover. He was too hurried and clumsy. Too needy. And was always in fear that his wife would catch him and literally slice his testicles off. The place where Mr. Spermatozoa and Jordan had their assignations was very "low rent" in comparison to his other lovers' "arrangements." It was a small apartment over the pizza parlor that had always been rented until the man had managed to keep it unrented for the seven months he had been fucking Jordan. But what a cock Mr. Spermatozoa had! The biggest in Jordan's rather extensive experience. Which, let's face it, excuses a lot of things. The man wasn't big on preliminaries. And he didn't chat much except to say things like, "I missed you, Baby." And he smelled like tomato sauce all the time. Did I mention what a big cock he had? "I missed you, Baby," the man said, as he quickly shed his clothes and flung them onto the floor. Jordan lay on his back and lifted his knees. He could never stop himself from gasping each time the man's cock was exposed. It was glorious! Just shy of ten inches and as thick as Jordan's forearm. And it was about to be inside Jordan's bum and rubbing his prostate in just a few… Unhhhhh! Major cockage in the house! Anal sex never hurt Jordan any more. But Mr. Spermatozoa's weapon bordered on agony when he shoved it in, rather than eased it in. And more often than not, Mr. Spermatozoa was a shover. But it was all in and Jordan was still breathing. So Jordan lay back and enjoyed the sweet ride. Oh, that was good. A guilty pleasure. The man was no lover. Not like Mr. Thicklog and the others. He was rough and crude. Probably didn't respect Jordan. But that cock! Jordan was cumming! Which was no surprise. Mr. Spermatozoa had that effect on Jordan. And probably on Mrs. Spermatozoa, whom Jordan couldn't blame for being territorial. One protects one's access to a cock like that. Jordan was building to a second orgasm. Maybe three minutes out. Bigger than the first. When Mr. Spermatozoa chose that moment to empty his balls into Jordan's bum. After which, the jerk withdrew. Leaving Jordan quite high and very dry. No kisses. No "I love yous." Just "The missus is takin' an exam today in her Tuesday college class. So she may get out early. You'd better leave now. Use the back door." And the ungrateful brute was gone! Leaving the boy nude, unsatisfied and with a belly and gaping bottom full of wet sperm. Dismissed with a callus "Use the back door." Right after he'd selfishly USED Jordan's "back door." That was the end for Jordan and Mr. Spermatozoa! Right after Jordan found another married, ten-inch-cocked man with Tuesday afternoons free. The beast even charged him for the pizza. The boy had half a mind to just hang around until Mr. Spermatozoa's wife got home and tell her the whole story. Except that that would mean he'd never get a married man into bed again. Word seemed to get around about such things. Oooooo! Mr. Spermatozoa made Jordan mad!!! But he did have an exceedingly large cock. There was that. Jordan cleaned himself up, slid away from the "stabbin' cabin, and walked home. He needed to cum. And hated to resort to wanking when there were so many men in the world. Wait. Daddy's car was in the driveway. Was Daddy home? He would surely see the medical necessity of rubbing off his son. Jordan burst in the door and saw Daddy in the kitchen. Where was Mom? “Hi, Daddy!" Jordan said brightly. "Hi, Buddy," Daddy answered. "You're home early." "Oh, Mr. Spermatozoa was worried that his wife would come home early. So we hardly did anything. I don't feel so good, Daddy. Is Mom home?" "No. She's over at her sister's. Said she wouldn't be home until ten or so. That's too bad about you and Mr. Spermatozoa. Is there anyway I can help you?" OK. You're thinking that Daddy was offering to fuck his son. Since the boy was feeling ill from sexual deprivation. And Daddy Shagmost was a good, caring Daddy. Plus there was that whole, "Mom's at her sister's for five more hours" thing. Which, by the way, she had never done on a school night before. You're thinking that the stars were aligning perfectly for Jordan and Daddy to fuck at last. You're thinking correctly. "You're the best Daddy in the whole world!" Jordan gushed. "I know we play sissy tickles in the morning and at night, Daddy. But I think I need more than that. For my health. And I think you need it too, Daddy. For your health." At which point Jordan gave his Daddy the flirtiest smile and eye-batting in recorded history. "I'll be in my room, Daddy" the little cockpleeaser said, then turned and wiggled his ass most invitingly as he walked up the stairs. Would Daddy break his wedding vows and wallow in homosexual incest with his own son! It appeared that he would. Daddy gave Jordan only a three minute lead. Long enough for the boy to strip nude then put on a fresh pair of lacy black panties and lie on his bed. The panties were better than nude. A man wants to feel that he's unwrapping his present. Daddy appeared in Jordan's open bedroom doorway and gasped in wonder at what was clearly being offered for his pleasure. And Jordan's. "Are you sure you want to do this, Buddy?" Jordan made the world's cutest pouty face and said, "Oh, yes, Daddy! I need this. I need you! I've wanted you since I could remember. Please, Daddy!" Well. That was that. Daddy undressed. He was clearly the scared, guilty, ashamed one. It was Jordan's duty to relax the poor man. "Oh, Daddy!" Jordan gushed. "You have such a great body! And you're so big `down there!' The biggest I've ever seen!" Which wasn't entirely true. Daddy was two inches shorter than Mr. Spermatozoa. But it made Daddy feel way better about things. Jordan had an even better way to make his Daddy relax. He took a pillow from his bed, put it onto the floor and knelt on it. He whimpered for Daddy to come forward and get what had been coming to him for 11 years, three months and 23 days. Jordan took his Daddy's cock into his warm, wet, sissyboy mouth and proceeded to use all his considerable cocksucking skills to their fullest advantage. Oh! The paternal penis was delicious. Lots of sweet precum. Mmmmm. And the man's excitement was extreme. What could be more exciting for a man than the first time his beautiful sissyboy son gets onto his pretty knees and consumes the man's cock? Daddy took the full thrill ride that beautiful Tuesday. Maybe Jordan didn't need to slide his fingers into Daddy's bumhole to make it the best orgasm of his Daddy's life. But why risk it? Jordan found Daddy's prostate and assaulted it relentlessly as he sucked and licked all over Daddy's cock and balls. No man in that precious predicament could hold himself back very long. Daddy cried out in an agony of delight as he deluged his beautiful son's throat with hot sperm. Shuddered through a life-threatening/altering orgasm. Then watched in amazement as Jordan hungrily devoured every drop of Daddy's baby juices. The same juices that had created Jordan. The ice being broken, Daddy became the grownup again. "That was spectacular, Baby. And so generous. But I know you're suffering and I want to help you next." He drew his lovely son to his feet and kissed him. Sliding his hand down the rear of Jordan's panties. Marveling at the wonder of Jordan's ass. But what to do for Jordan? He couldn't fuck him. Not yet, anyway. But he would definitely fuck Jordan the moment his soldier reported back from his furlough. Jordan needed relief soon. That cocksucking thing looked easy enough. And it was fun for the recipient. Why not? Daddy sat in a chair and beckoned his delicious sissyboy son to stand in front of him. With all the erotic savoir-faire he could muster, Daddy slowly pulled Jordan's black panties down. Kissing the skin as he exposed it. With the exception of the boy's penis and testicles. When Daddy had slid the pretty panties down to mid-thigh, the man turned his son around and laid sweet feather kisses all over the boy's magnificent bumcheeks. Saving the "rosebud" for later activities. When he had the boy turn and face him again, Jordan's five-inch jewel stood straight and proud. With the foreskin stretched back and a yummy pearl of male juices oozing from the pouty peelips. Nothing had ever looked more delicious to Daddy in all his 35 years. Daddy took his son's red knob into his mouth and began to suck and lick it most lasciviously. Daddy LOVED sucking Jordan's cock. The boy's little moans and grunts of pleasure were raising Daddy's own proud flag. Jordan LOVED having Daddy suck his cock. Cocksucking incest rates high on the dirty meter. And Jordan LOVED dirty. Oh my! Was Daddy sliding his fingers into Jordan's bumhole as he fellated him? He was! Good for you, Daddy! Daddy realized at that moment that perhaps medical necessity had been the wrong rationale for his carnal mini-voyages with Jordan. How about sexual pleasure for them both! And ocean-wide cruises instead of puddle jumps. Jordan's increasingly hot squeals and squeaks told Daddy that his sissyboy was about to leave the planet. So Daddy strapped in for blastoff. What a gusher the sweet boy poured into his loving Daddy's mouth! And so delicious for Daddy! Who hadn't tasted cum since he and Tommy Pricklips traded blowjobs when they were ten. Then felt so guilty about it, they never did it again. What a waste of valuable loveyears that had been for Daddy. The kind, loving parent would never allow that to happen to his son. Oh, how delightful it was for Jordan to be cumming into his Daddy's mouth at long last! Any sissyboy worthy of his panties always has a crush on his Daddy. And that crush was being fulfilled. Oh my! Did Daddy have a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant in his hand? The old version without the prick-shaped applicator cap? Which meant he would have to apply it with his thick fingers? Before he FUCKED Jordan? All of the above. Daddy may not have had an "encounter" for 25 years, but he had been preparing for that day since the first issue of Sissy Boy Magazine exploded all over the newsstands a few years earlier. Daddy had a complete collection of all the Sissy Boy Magazines and its spinoffs. Which may have been worth thousands had they been in mint condition. But every single one had been bathed in sperm. Daddy loved Sissy Boy Magazine. And the ideas it espoused. At last, the man was about to apply what he had learned vicariously through its sticky pages. Daddy's mind drifted momentarily to the guilty ecstasy he had experienced when he "read" the first issue of Sissy Boy Magazine. "Andy's Anal Adventure" was the lead pictorial and it featured a boy who would never get through security at Spermbutt Anal Lubricant Global Headquarters these days. Andy was a six, maybe a seven and he was clearly 14 years old! With full pubic hair and even [gasp] hairs surrounding his asshole. Today's typical Sissy Boy Magazine star performer is ten years old or a young eleven and at least an 11 on a scale of ten for beauty and sexiness. With no more than ten pubic hairs and NO anal hair. The photography in those days was poor -- bad lighting and poor staging. Today's sissyboys are recorded by world-class photographers in well-conceived situations. And in the early days the boy's spunk and man's spunk were expended once each per pictorial and in unimaginative ways. To contrast, in the latest issue, a father with three incredible sons, aged nine, ten and eleven, fucks them gloriously through 30 full-color pages. With either a fresh spunking by a boy or a man on each page. Of course, in real life that was photographed over several days. But when one reads Sissy Boy Magazine, is one concerned with reality? Though "Andy's Anal Adventure" was remarkably crude by contemporary standards, it enflamed Daddy's imagination back then and set him on the path that had led to today. Naked. Alone with his naked, randy son. Stiff-cocked and snorting fire. Time to make all one's filthiest fantasies come true. Beginning with some nice, thick, Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-greased fingers in Jordan's pretty bumhole. "Oh. He likes that," Daddy thought. "And I know what he'll like even better. Now where is that...?" Jordan whimpered helplessly as Daddy located his sissyboy prostate and mercilessly rubbed it. He looked at Daddy with those huge eyes and silently begged him for a big, tonguey kiss as Daddy tormented his prostate with his insolent fingers. Wish granted. Oh, the anguished joy Jordan endured as his balls detonated. Daddy was a crazed beast all during Jordan's helpless ejaculation. Sucking his son's tongue as he refused to cease his furious, manual assault on his boy's love bullseye. Desperate for a respite, Jordan played his only card. "Fuck me, Daddy! I can't wait any more. FUCK me!" Daddy's fingers flew out of Jordan's bumhole. Half-crazed with unrequited anal lust, Daddy semi-roughly threw Jordan onto his stomach, straddle-knelt behind him, and ass-mounted his boy in one sure thrust. Jordan screamed! Daddy's cock was a nice seven inches -- which Jordan could manage with ease, of course. But Daddy was being scary. More sex-crazy than any man... Daddy cried out as the demons of exclusive heterosexuality fled his body. And he got a grip on things. He wanted to make love to his boy. Not just fuck him. The man paused to enjoy the full fruits of penile insertion in the hottest, tightest place it had ever been. Took a deep breath. And began to kiss Jordan's neck lovingly. Which assured Jordan that he would survive the sexual encounter with Daddy. And the real lovemaking began. Daddy slid his cock back across Jordan's happily abused prostate. Slowly. Then slid his "business" back in. That was VERY nice. For both lovers. So nice that Daddy tried it again. And again. Mmmm! The sweetest and most loving father-son first fuck ensued. With Jordan staining the sheets twice. Daddy managed to resist the sexual assault on his penis when Jordan's bumhole contracted on the boy's first orgasm. But Jordan's squeals of sexual joy and the boy's asshole squeezing on the man's delighted prick were too much the second time. Daddy shot the forbidden seed into the forbidden garden and cried out in a roar so loud that he and Jordan had a nice chuckle about it in the kissy afterglow. Jordan worried that Daddy would ruin the mood by feeling all guilty about his "big sin." But Daddy was very upbeat. So much so that Jordan only hade to suck Daddy's cock for five minutes to get him into prime condition for a rematch. Which was followed by a rematch of the rematch after they took an hour break to eat and drink. After Fuck Number Three, it was 9:10 p.m. Time for Jordan to go to sleep and Daddy to concoct a story as to why the house smelled like the men's room at a porno theater. Jordan kissed his Daddy a delicious good night, then slid a buttplug into his bumhole so that he could keep Daddy's spermies swimming inside him all night. Then the boy drifted off into the sleep of the innocent. Three -- Wednesday with Mr. Sternlesson Jordan awoke with Daddy's cock buried where the buttplug had been. Daddy was fucking Jordan! With Mom in the house! Nothing much surprised Jordan any more. But that was a big surprise. It was a good thing that Jordan's brain clicked off and command functions were transferred to his anus and privates. One doesn't really need to think during anal sex. Just enjoy. Daddy gave Jordan a jolly good fucking. With lots of mansperm and boysperm hurled hither and thither. And an explanation to follow the after-fuck kissing. "Mom and I talked about it last night," Daddy said. "And we decided that I should give you more love every morning and at bedtime. Of course, to make sure you get enough sleep, bedtime is now 8:30, instead of 9, and wake-up will be at 6:30, instead of 7 a.m. If that's OK with you." Jordan's heart gushed with joy. He threw his arms around Daddy and kissed him with a depth of passion even the boy didn't know he had. Which led to a second fuck. Then a quick shower, dress-for-school and rush to breakfast. Where he hugged and kissed Mom gratefully. What a great Mom Mrs. Shagmost was! That rare woman who knows what the males in her life need and sees no reason why they shouldn't have it. As long as she doesn't have to do those disgusting things they want. Jordan had never been happier. He would never have a bad day in his life. Every day would begin with Daddy's cock in his bum. Every day would end the same way. What was in between was the only variable. Wednesday's variables awaited. Jordan had his usual unusual Wednesday at school, with Mr. Sternlesson giving Jordan the usual "I'm fucking you after school today" looks. Jordan certainly didn't want to get the gossips started about Mr. Sternlesson and him, so he tried not to look at the hunky teacher so much or think too much about what he knew would be a great afternoon. Karl Sternlesson had made his money in the dot com boom of the 90s and sold at the right time. He could have rested on his multi-millions, but told his wife he wanted to become a middle-school teacher so he could "give something back." When, in fact, what he wanted to give was sperm to the bottoms of his prettiest boy students. The man had a first-rate condo, his "stabbin' cabin," three blocks from the school and every day after school, while his wife thought he was sponsoring the chess, audio-visual and science clubs, Mr. Sternlesson was fucking the boys' A-list at Stuffbum Middle School. Jordan was on the A-Plus List. Of all time. So on Wednesdays, the man wore three sets of boxer shorts so he wouldn't get a boner while he was teaching Jordan's first period class. He still got a major woodie, but the three sets of briefs suppressed it just enough for a modicum of respectability. Thinking of how gloriously Mr. Sternlesson was going to fuck Jordan that afternoon, followed by Daddy's promised bedtime skewering, had put Jordan in a rigid condition too. But he knew a sure-fire boner killer. He looked at the girls in his class. All dressed like lumberjacks on casual day. That would put Mr. Johnson to sleep. Darn it! That Vanessa again. Looking so feminine and pretty. Which shouldn't have affected Jordan at all. But there was something about her. She was just too pretty to be a girl. Oh no! Vanessa smiled at Jordan and his erection twitched. Was Jordan becoming a latent heterosexual? The horror! When the bell rang for Jordan to go to his math class, Jordan was relieved. He would just go see Mr. Sternlesson, get his tires rotated, and he'd be all nice and homosexual again. Darn that Vanessa Swaybum. And her beautiful smile. After school, Jordan walked to Mr. Sternlesson's condo and let himself in with his key. On his very large key ring. Mr. Sternlesson wasn't there yet. As usual. So Jordan went to the master bedroom to see what the outfit of the day was. Oh my. It was "all the way" day again. Mr. Sternlesson, despite his nine-inch cock and his excellent lovemaking skills, had his faults. Biggest and most difficult was his need for "lingerie sissies." Jordan knew all about lingerie sissies. Sissy Boy Magazine even had a monthly spinoff of boys being fucked and otherwise spunked while wearing frothy concoctions of nighties, garter belts, bras, bustiers, peignoirs and, above all, stockings -- the more retro the better. Jordan was OK with panties. Every sissyboy was. But wasn't really into the other stuff. Though he was into Mr. Sternlesson. And Mr. Sternlesson was definitely "into" Jordan. So Jordan went along. That day, Mr. Sternlesson apparently wanted Jordan to wear a black, filmy, very brief, babydoll nightie; a lacy, black garter belt: and black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings. Jordan sighed and put it all on. Rolling each stocking into a doughnut and easing it up each hairless leg. Which he had to admit, did feel awfully good. The boy hooked the stockings to the garterbelt and slid the babydoll over his head. The obligatory self-admiration in the mirror followed. Jordan was hot! Naked or lingeried up. He certainly hoped that Mr. Sternlesson appreci... The door opened and there his lover was! Full of kisses, hugs, praise and loving endearments. The antitheses of his classroom demeanor. And the sight of Jordan had Mr. Sternlesson so aroused that he pulled his cock out of his pants without even undressing. Something new and different. The man sat and the boy leapt onto his lap. The way they were kissing and stroking each other's cocks, one would think they would be spunking within nanoseconds. But then, being the grownup, Mr. Sternlesson slowed things down. "Let me get naked and get into bed with you so I can love you properly before we start shooting our cream here and there. Besides, I have a very big surprise for you. One that I know you'll love." Jordan was very excited. He loved surprises, like the time that Mr. Thicklog had given him that diamond necklace. Or when Mr. Sternlesson had bought him that Lexus to be delivered on his 16th birthday. Or when Mr. Spermatozoa hadn't charged Jordan for his pizza and coke one day. His man eased Jordan off his lap and led him to the bedroom. Jordan sat on the bed and watched Mr. Sternlesson disrobe. The man had a fine body and it was a great show. But where was the surprise? When he was completely nude, Mr. Sternlesson rapped his knuckles on the wall of the bedroom adjoining the master. Jordan was puzzled. Until, seconds later, what he thought would be a nice surprise became an awful one. Vanessa Swaybum appeared in the bedroom doorway! Dressed exactly like Jordan, except that she was also wearing black, four-inch-stiletto-heeled sandals! Jordan screamed in fright! Mr. Sternlesson was a monster! He set this all up to humiliate Jordan. In front of a GIRL, no less! A girl who would surely tell everyone within seven postal zones that Jordan Shagmost was a lingerie-wearing, anal target for anyone with a stiff penis! Even worse, it appeared that Mr. Sternlesson was a [gasp] closet heterosexual! Were all the loving words and sperm that Jordan and Mr. Sternlesson exchanged just lies? Jordan was just going to grab his boy clothes and go! Until..."It's not what you think, Jordan," Vanessa said. Huh? It was pretty obvious what this all was. Wasn't it? Mr. Sternlesson said, "Vanessa is right, Honey. She has something to show you, don't you, Vanessa?" "Yes, Daddy!" Vanessa said sweetly to Mr. Sternlesson. She called Jordan's Wednesday man "Daddy?" How was that making things better? Jordan was looking for an opportunity to bolt out of there when... "Go ahead and show Jordan, Vanessa, before he busts a blood vessel." Vanessa giggled. Giggles -- from a girl in whom Jordan had never witnessed emotion. Jordan's curiosity kicked in. Vanessa locked eyes with Jordan, slid her hand down her stomach to her "pussy" area, squatted slightly, reached between her lags and extracted something that had been tucked back there quite uncomfortably. A six-inch cock and a pink bag of big, heavy, full balls. Jordan's corneas were singed! Vanessa was a boy! Part boy, anyway. With a cock bigger than Jordan's five-incher. He felt a great disturbance in the Force. Mr. Sternlesson was standing there enjoying Jordan's amazement. Vanessa began to apologize. "I'm sorry, Jordan. I mean, we're sorry. We didn't know how else to tell you about me. No one knows except my family, Mr. Sternlesson and you. Please don't tell my secret. I wanted you to know because I have a big crush on you. We're the two prettiest kids in school and we should be together, don't you think?" Jordan didn't know what to think. Other than he was right about Vanessa being too pretty to be a girl. "I know I'm cutting into your lovemaking time with Mr. Sternlesson, Jordan," she said. "But maybe I can make it up to you." At which point, Vanessa stepped forward, gave Jordan a big, lipsticky kiss with lots of tongue, kicked off her high heels, and led him to the bed. Where they instinctively fell into a luscious 69. While Mr. Sternlesson watched. And steamed on high as all his voyeuristic dreams came true. The man acted as the director of Jordan's first threesome. Making suggestions and joining in when his aching balls insisted. Jordan was amazed at how exciting it was to make love with the beautiful girlyboy. She instinctively knew everything he liked, including an amazing round of analingus that gave Jordan blurred vision for an hour. The big shocker that followed immediately was girlyboy Vanessa shoving her considerable cockage into sissyboy Jordan's wet asshole! And fucking him quite thoroughly. Jordan lost count of his orgasms when, after Vanessa had "marked her territory" in his warm, wet hole, Mr. Sternlesson shoved his large meat into Jordan's well-buttered butt. Just like the dream he'd had where he was serially fucked! Only it was really happening, because when Mr. Sternlesson shot his stuff into Jordan, Vanessa was ready to go again. And go she did! Mr. Sternlesson rearranged the tableau so that the man on his back, sucking the cock of the boy, who was kneeling astride the man's chest, as the girlyboy was behind the boy, savaging his bum for the third go-round. They all took a break after that. Which probably saved Jordan's life. And he got to rest and watch Mr. Sternlesson mount the reclining Vanessa and fuck her into a squealing puddle. What a great afternoon! So instructive. So different. We should all try to learn something new each day, the teachers used to say. Jordan became a disciple of that philosophy. Everyone took a shower together at the end, though the energy wasn't there for much further "activity." So everyone dressed {with the makeup and all, it took Vanessa a lot longer}, kissed goodbye and resolved to set a good emergency healthcare plan in place before the next Wednesday. Jordan staggered home. Said hi to his Mom. Told her about Mr. Sternlesson fucking him, but not about Vanessa. He had promised not to. Then Jordan, Mom and Daddy had a nice supper, Jordan did his homework, then sat with Mom and Daddy for a while and watched TV. At 8:20, Jordan kissed Mom goodnight, gave his Daddy a flirty look and said, "I'm going to bed now. See you in ten minutes, Daddy." And off he went. Just to see how Daddy would react, Jordan stripped naked and put on one of the many babydoll nighties Mr. Sternlesson had insisted on giving Jordan. "They're very comfortable to sleep in, Honey," Mr. Sternlesson had said on more than one occasion. How did he know? Anyway, Jordan put on a yellow, barely-there nightie and went to do tinkles and brush his teeth. When he returned, Daddy was already naked and in bed, waiting for Jordan. The sight of Jordan in that nightie made Daddy's poor cock visibly twitch. Or maybe it was just the sight of Jordan. Regardless, the boy got an excellent shagging, then drifted off with thoughts of his Thursday lover dancing through his head. And his testicles. I may do Thursday to Sunday for this story if the voices in my head insist. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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