Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2021 20:18:57 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Consent (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Consent (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is get vaccinated and contribute to nifty.org. One -- The Boy Dustin Shagwell had a lot on his mind when he awoke on the morning of his ten-years-and-three-months birthday. Just a few years earlier, the ten and three mark was no big deal for a boy. No parties for the young lads. No cake and ice cream. No magician. No balloon animals. No presents. No seven-inch cock up the boy's ass to make him squeal in sexual desperation. No drained balls or lakes of sperm. That all changed, of course, with the passage and ratification of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution that allows boys (definitely not girls) 10/3 and older to consent to sex with anyone 10/3 or older. In most states, including Dustin's, where the male-male incest laws were scrapped, that also meant that the boy's Daddy was usually the one who first legally and penilely penetrated the pooper of his virginal son. That new tradition even evolved to a point where family and friends would gather at the almost 10/3 boy's home on the evening before he reached the age of consent. At precisely midnight, with the boy's consent, Daddy would enter the boy's anus with his tongue, eat him out, Spermbutt him up and give the boy a vigorous, noisy, wet, first fuck. To the cheers and catcalls of the attending family and friends. It's usually done very tastefully. Really. Anyway, Dustin's Daddy had been planning on just such a celebration since Dustin was nine years old and Daddy got a good look at Dustin's delicious bubble butt. An icon which improved markedly as Dustin aged. But there was a little problem. Dustin wasn't ready to consent. Wasn't sure he wanted to be ripped apart by a thick cock, swallow a man's gooey cum, lick a man's asshole to get him hard again, or even kiss a man. Despite the fact that every one of Dustin's friends, each of whom passed the Golden Age in the past year, tried to sell Dustin on the virtues and pleasures of anal sex and submission to a man's filthy urges and disgusting needs. Could it be true? Did Dustin like...girls? Would a beautiful boy like him never suck a cock or feel the flow of hot sperm up his beautiful bum? We'll just see about that. Dustin had been getting "I want to ravage your bum with my thick, hot rammer" looks from men since he was eight. At first he didn't get why he was getting those looks. But Dustin soon caught on. He lived in an age and a culture where man-boy sex was becoming as common as bribes for a politician. Spermbutt Industries promoted its frightening products on television and the Internet all the time. Naked boys enjoying sex with "Daddy" because Spermbutt Anal Lubricant took most of the discomfort out of anal sex. And left all the comfort in. At least Dr. Spermbutt was a Nobel Prize for Science winner. That Biff Buggerall guy at Sissy Boy Enterprises, Dustin thought, that man was just an ordinary guy who got lucky. Who thought the American public would be OK with publications that showed lingeried nine-year-old boys getting fucked? And the darned magazines were right there on the checkout at the supermarket. The library at Dustin's elementary school was even putting Sissy Boy on their magazine shelves! How could Dustin avoid being pulled into this new culture when he hadn't known anything different? Let's state for the record that Dustin wasn't totally opposed to kissing or masturbating someone of the same sex. He and his BFF Joey had french-kissed and pulled each other's peters a few times. But NONE of that anal, oral, stretchie, messy stuff they show on those Sissy Boy commercials. No men! And that was final. Though it did shame the family. Mom's friends didn't call as often. Daddy was constantly being teased by his friends at work and at home. Saying what kind of a father can't even get his son to give up his bum for Daddy's dick? Good question. As Dustin reached the age of ten years and four months, Daddy had had enough. "You've wasted a whole month of super-prime-of-your-life time, Dustin," Daddy said sternly. "Let's be kind and say that you're reluctant to let me (and other men) fuck that gorgeous bottom because you think it will hurt too much. Or you think Daddy's ugly. Or wanking and kissing Joey meets your daily minimum sex requirements. Or even [gasp] you've convinced yourself that you're [sob] fully heterosexual. What you're doing (or not doing) says to me that you're too timid to experience the fullness of life. Or the fullness of your bottom. How about if I help you take a small step, a baby step, that could give you more information about sex between you and men?" Dustin was near tears. "But Daddy, I don't want..." Daddy hugged his boy. Making sure Dustin could feel Daddy's iron-pipe hardon as he comforted him. Dustin didn't pull away. A good sign? Maybe. Daddy went on. "Have you seen the TV ads for Triple-M fashions, Honey?" Sobbing lightly, Dustin said, "Yes, Daddy. It's some of that Biff guy's new way of making billions. Triple-M is for `Molest me, Mister.'" "That's right, Buddy. It's clothing that clears up the ambiguity about whether a boy `wants it' or not. Do your friends wear that stuff?" Dustin was going to be sick. "They all do, Daddy, once they turn ten and three. The stuff I see most are those shorts with the wide leg openings so a man can just stick his hand in there and grope a boy's private things. It's awful!" "How can you say it's awful until you tried it? Do your friends enjoy wearing Triple-M stuff and being molested?" Dustin hesitated. He wanted to lie, but couldn't to his Daddy. He nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Daddy. I guess they enjoy it." "All of them?" "All of them." Hmmmm. Daddy asked his big question. "If I gave you a pair of those shorts, would you wear them for me? Just for one school day, rise time to bedtime. If you don't feel good about what happens that day, I won't bother you about sex again. Unless you ask." It sounded horrible to Dustin. The boy saw how his tarty little homo friends got molested whenever they wore that stuff. And he ignored how much they enjoyed it. But if he could endure a day of that, just a day, Daddy would stop bugging him about getting naked and all fours on his bed. And such. "I'll try, Daddy." Dustin whispered. "Thank you, sweetheart. I already have Triple-M shorts for you. You can wear them to school tomorrow. Would you like khaki or pink?" "No pink, Daddy! I'll take khaki." And so it was decided. Two -- The man Greg Hunkley was the fifth-grade teacher at Stonewall Elementary School, a position for which three-quarters of the male population envied him. Fifth grade was when boys became 10/3! Fuck ready and fuck willing, mostly. Boys who were 10/3 need sex instruction. And where does a boy turn for instruction? His Daddy and his teacher. Fifth-grade teachers across the nation were offered millions for their position. Few sold. Fresh, eager boypussy was invaluable. So Greg was wealthy. Sort of. His net worth if he sold his position, was millions. If he didn't sell, it was $527.43. He wouldn't sell. Not because of the boypussy parade that reported to his classroom every day. Greg wouldn't sell because he loved teaching. He loved helping young minds develop. And he would never have sex with a 10/3 boy! Any underage boy for that matter. Or any male. Or underage female. Which left him females aged 18 and older. The prime donors of nagging, manipulation and emasculation. How was that working out for Greg? Not well. Thirty-five-year-old Greg had been married once. Ouch. Enough said. For the past nine years he had been celibate. Ouch. Ouch. Had it been difficult for Greg since the Twenty-Ninth? All those pretty, newly legal boys parading through his classroom. Flirting with Greg shamelessly. Wearing those horrible Triple-M short shorts. Mostly without panties underneath. Bending over to pick up imaginary items. Letting their testicles dangle through a leg opening. Sometimes even exposing their anuses and penises to Greg. All those times a boy stayed after class and said, "I've been in love with you forever, Mr. Hunkley. You can take me onto your lap, kiss me, and molest me if you like. I would love that." Triple-ouch. Homosexual, under-18 sex was everywhere! It was a pandemic that a mask or a vaccine couldn't slow. Greg resisted. Because of his solid, personal values. And because of boys like Dustin Shagwell. Dustin was a solid inspiration to Greg Hunkley. It used to be that only one or two of the boys at Greg's grade level would immediately become little homo tramps. But the past two classes had only two boys who weren't you-know-whats. That year, only Dustin had resisted the tide of history, Greg knew that Dustin had become a 10/3 a full month earlier. Yet, he still dressed in a hetero manner. He didn't flirt or brag to his friends about the way his Daddy or some other pervert had shagged him the previous night. Dustin was pure. Which inspired Greg to be pure. So you can imagine how shaken Greg would be the morning that Dustin walked in wearing that horrible outfit. Three -- Dustin's Day of Decision Daddy roused Dustin a few minutes early on the day when the boy was to "show his goods" to the world outside. The first thing Daddy noticed when he pulled back Dustin's sheets and played reveille on the Alexa was that the boy had had what was fancily called a "nocturnal emission." AKA a "wet dream" for most of us. Oh my, Daddy thought, looks as if the young beauty was dreaming dirty about wearing molestable gear. Daddy was right. The boy also had morning wood that was woodier than normal. The thought of showing off his exquisite body to men and boys brought fear, loathing and sexual heat to the boy's thoughts. Daddy, of course, deliberately exacerbated things. "I have the khaki molest-me short shorts you picked out last night," the pimpish parent said. "Which shirt do you prefer? The pink one that says, `Molest me, please' in spangles across the chest or this one?" "This one" was a lavender-blue tank top with wide side openings. So open that one could spy Dustin's nipples as he moved. And Dustin's nipples were spyworthy. Dark brown. Puffy. Two full inches in diameter. Delicious. Nipple considerations seemed moot to Dustin at that time. The tank top wasn't pink. And it had no filthy invitations on it. Marginally better. Next, Daddy offered Dustin two pairs of footgear. One was a pair of pink, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes with frilly socks. The other was a pair of black, strappy sandals with a two-inch heel. No socks. Exposing his pretty feet and toes. Dustin sobbed in shame, chose the sandals and got dressed. Looked at himself in the mirror. He was disgusted. But had the biggest, hardest hardon he had ever had. Meanwhile... Greg had also awakened earlier than he did before the sissyboy revolution. For a very good reason. The man knew that if he showed up at school with a full ball bag, the chances that he would retain his purity were very low. All those startlingly pretty, young boys. Dressed provocatively. Throwing themselves at Greg. Hungry for mancock. Greg's mancock! It was clearly necessary that Greg take matters into his own hands before going to school each day. And there was only one way to ensure that his testicles were drained fully and properly. Greg stripped naked, lay back in bed and, and, with his right hand, rubbed Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries product) all over his stiff penis and heavy testicles. With his left hand, Greg opened that week's issue of Sissy Boy magazine. I know. I know. Greg didn't believe in men fucking boys, but so that he wouldn't fuck boys, he masturbated to pictures of men fucking boys. Odd, but not crazy. Anyway, the first "article" was a scorcher. It was called "Daddy's Favorite Pie." Three characters -- Daddy, of course. 35. Handsome. Buff. Hung. -- Chipper. 12. Gorgeous. Perfect bum and nipples. Blond. Five inches soft. -- Skipper. 11. Stunningly cute. Red hair. Almost six inches soft. Wow, Greg noted. Big Johnsons for the boys in this article. Sissies in Sissy Boy are usually two inches soft and four hard. But this story is about "pie." So cream pies? A good cream pie involves lots of cream. So Sissy Boy has rolled out some big shooters. Disgusting, Greg thought, as he slicked down his aching cock. Oh crap! He was starting to feel preorgasmic pangs already. Too soon. Greg backed off. Took deep breaths. Didn't spunk yet. Whew! He turned the page. Daddy got home from work and found Chipper and Skipper by the swimming pool. Naked. Kissing and handling each other's pretty things. They stopped when they saw Daddy. Whom they hugged, kissed, and stripped. Chipper was on his knees fellating Daddy as Skipper knelt behind Daddy and ate out the man's hairy asshole. Well. What do we think happened? Yes. A torrent of hot sperm coated Chipper's beautiful face. It took a bit of suspension of disbelief for Greg to enjoy the next torrential pages. Sperm was everywhere. More than any three people could produce on their best day. Or two days. Sissy Boy used a bit of artistic license to enhance its articles' appeal to the average wanker. It took three to five days of actual shooting (and I mean shooting) for the typical cum-drenched article. "Daddy's Favorite Pie" was no exception. At one point, Skipper got onto his hands and knees and Chipper entered him from behind. Which was a yummy enough bit of masturbation material until Daddy slid his rammer into Chipper's love canal. Oh dear. Both Daddy and Skipper deposited large loads in the scrumptious heinies of Skipper and Chipper. Then it was pie time. Daddy quickly inserted butt plugs into both boy's creamy pussies. Skipper had left a very large glop of sissy cream in his brother's ass. Daddy carefully removed Chipper's butt plug then spread the boy's anal opening a bit with his thumbs. Thick, oozy boy sperm slid out in a string. Which Daddy slurped up like a strand of spaghetti. Yum! Daddy tongued it all out of his younger boy's bum, licking as far in as he could lick. He removed Skipper's plug next and greedily sucked up all of the sperm he had deposited there. And that was that for Mr. Greg Hunkley. The man BLASTED out a monstrous portion of manly baby juice. Crying out from the intensity. Well, the honorable teacher thought, that's over with. Now I can teach my class without impure, homosexual thoughts and desires. OK. Let's see about that. Dustin was sobbing softly as Daddy gave the boy a soft push out the front door. And there the luscious lad was. Sissied up shamelessly. Looking more edible than a prime ribeye. Showing lots of pink, pretty leg. And delicious bum cheeks. The horror! It was three blocks to school. Dustin's neighbor, Mr. Slowhand, was out watering his flowers again. Just as he did whenever Dustin was en route to and from school. Mr. Slowhand knew that Dustin had blown past his 10-3 birthday without man-boy sex. The whole block knew. But he still fantasized about molesting Dustin. The boy was that pretty and innocent. - Triple-M fashions or not, Mr. Slowhand still liked to gape at and greet Dustin every school day. Dustin's door was opening and out stepped... Whoa! Was it? It was!! Dustin was fully sissied-up! The boy was so gorgeously molestabile that Mr. Slowhand almost creamed his pants. Had Dustin jumped into the pool like the rest of the wet boys his age? It appeared so until... Wait. Dustin didn't look happy. Mr. Slowhand deduced that in some way, Dustin was being FORCED to dress like a little sissy tart. Which went against the whole spirit of post-Twenty-Ninth America. When Mr. Slowhand molested Dustin's classmate Joey Shagalot last week, the boy literally asked for it. And every time Mr. Slowhand fucked 11-year-old Hans Schicklegruber, the boy begged to be fucked. You can see that Mr. Slowhand was a moral person. As he walked past Mr. Slowhand, poor Dustin was sniveling and looking around to see if anyone was coming near him. Dustin jumped when Mr. Slowhand said, "Good morning, Dustin. Are you all right? Can I help you in any way?" Dustin was about to answer when he began to think that Mr. Slowhand, whom Dustin usually liked, could be maneuvering Dustin onto his molesting lap, a molestation zone. So that the man could molest the molestable-appearing boy. Dustin gave out a soft yelp and ran toward school as fast as his heeled sandals would take him. Dustin didn't look to his right, left or behind. So he didn't see the 27 drooling men and boys to his left, right and behind who saw him, drooled, erected and flash-fantasized about all the disgusting perversions they would like to inflict on him. He did note, with some displeasure, the 11 men and boys to his front who gaped at him with eyes burning with lust. Oh dear. It was bad enough that Dustin was dressed for perversion. That was Daddy's fault. But Dustin's raging, humiliating, nearly permanent erection could only be blamed on Dustin. The boy was enduring what we have all wished for in our lives. He was being desired. Physically. Sexually. Affectionately. Desired. It was for all the wrong reasons, Dustin thought. But it was still powerful. Somehow, the boy made it to his fifth-grade classroom unmolested. Whew. But Dustin's discomfort would get much worse in that familiar room. There were ten other boys and 12 girts in the room. The ten other boys were all sissied up. Begging for sexual attention. But none of them looked half as sexy as Dustin that day. And they all knew it. They weren't jealous. They were randy. They wanted Dustin at a "sleepover" at their home. The kind where nobody sleeps. They wanted to go on a double date with Dustin because they knew he would draw the biggest-cocked, handsomest men. And they could draft right behind Dustin. (racing term, I think) That wild conjecture got to heat up for 47 seconds, at which time, Mr. Hunkley entered the room. He strode to his desk, greeted the class, and looked for Dustin. His rock. His solace. Mr. Hunkley couldn't find Dustin. Was he late? Out sick? Rats. He counted heads to do attendance and found he had 11 boys and 12 girls. But Dustin was out. There should be ten boys. Oh no! Dustin was there all right. He had joined the ranks of the impure. The horror! A small tear formed in the corner of Mr. Hunkley's right eye. Sadness. But... Mr. Hunkley let his eyes focus on the new, sissified Dustin. Oh no! Despite a vigorous "preparation" for class, Mr. Hunkley was ferociously erect. He scurried to his seat and had the class open their math books to page 223, problems 4 and 6. Everyone went to work. Except Dustin. Who was looking around in case any molesters were planning an assault on his pretty, personal things. When Dustin looked at Mr. Hunkley, he saw something in the man's eyes that he had never seen in his favorite teacher of all time. The man was showing lust! Lust for Dustin! Oh no. Dustin thought that Mr. Hunkley was the only pure man in his life. But it appeared that Mr. Hunkley was "one of them" too. Oh my gosh, Dustin thought, was Mr. Hunkley thinking the same thing about Dustin? He would have to speak to Mr. Hunkley as soon as he could. He would tell Mr. Hunkley that he was only looking like a little prickpleaser for one day. At Daddy's insistence. That would settle things. Get things back to normal. Yeah. Dustin calmed himself and dug into the math problems. Things were calm until lunchtime. At which time the boy stayed in his seat while the other kids left. Which had Mr. Hunkley dreaming dreams he had never dared to dream before. What would he do if Dustin offered himself to his teacher? Mr. Hunkley knew what any other male teacher at the school would do. Since the passage of the Twenty-Ninth, the School Board authorized construction of a small bedroom behind each teacher's desk. Rather than getting on the wrong side of history, the School Board knew that teachers would be fucking their male students. Why force them to copulate in some filthy men's room or alley? Mr. Hunkley knew he had a room like that, but he had never even opened it. Though its key was on his key ring. Was Dustin staying behind so that the boy and teacher could go into that room during lunch period and... Oh dear. Dustin was walking up to Mr. Hunkley. His smooth, bare legs were delicious. Oh! Mr. Hunkley caught a glimpse of the boy's right nipple through his tank top opening. The boy was only two feet away. He opened his mouth to say, "Mr. Hunkley, I..." Mr. Hunkley threw his arms around Dustin and drew him into a HUGE, prolonged kiss. Dustin resisted for three long seconds. Was he going to say the word men hate to hear? (No!) No way. Dustin opened his mouth, protruded his tongue and french-kissed Mr. Hunkley within an inch of both their lives. Oh the kissing was so exquisite. Dustin wished that the kissing, just the kissing, would go on and on. Because, he thought, kissing a man was gayish, not really gay, Men kiss each other. Like in Italy. Right? Dustin didn't want to be gay or do gay things. He thought. But as Mr. Hunkley kissed his new love, he eased the boy's tank top up almost to his pretty neck. Exposing Dustin's nipples. The aforementioned, large, brown, ultra-sensitive body parts, Oh no, Dustin thought. Mr. Hunkley is playing with my nipples as he kisses me. He's MOLESTING me! And I'm letting him. Which means I must be... Oh the heck with it. Dustin mentally relaxed, which Mr. Hunkley correctly interpreted as complete surrender. AKA consent. Mr. Hunkley knew that he had the green light to go beyond fondling, so he began to lick, kiss, suck and lovebite Dustin's left nipple. Then his right. Oui, madames et messieurs, we have a winner! Dustin squeaked, borderline screamed, out his lust and deluged those nice, new, khaki short shorts with hot, creamy sperm and semen. Just from having his nipples worshipped. Mr. Hunkley was delighted. The boy was a sexual firecracker and so far he was only exploding for his teacher. Tactically, Mr. Hunkley's next move was surely going to be fondling of the boy's precious things. But he would then face a strategic crossroads. The boy was red hot. Time was short (in 28 minutes the students would be back). The setting was not romantic. The bed in Mr. Hunkley's back room was too tacky for a first fuck. Wasn't it amazing that he was able to think so clearly with a stiff prick and overflowing, boiling balls? Anyway, the alternative was to stop sexiness stuff 10 minutes before class time, finish the scheduled school day and meet at Mr. Hunkley's apartment that afternoon for a complete, naked-in-bed-together, anal-on-the-menu lovefest. His cock was yelling for the first alternative, but, for one of the first times in recorded history, a man overruled his cock. He was going to make good use of the 22 minutes they had left. So Mr. Hunkley abandoned the nipples and began to caress the young beauty's ball sack, The young beauty liked that. It felt so good. Better than the nipple stuff, and the boy had shot his stuff, just like he did with his friend Joey. Way better. The way Mr. Hunkley was holding and fondling his pretty, pink purse was making the boy ache with pleasure. So good and so gay. It was about to get gayer. Showing impatience for the first time, Mr. Hunkley slid Dustin's shorts down to his knees, navigating carefully over the boy's ferociously erect cock. The man almost wept when he saw the magnificence of Dustin's virginal (to men), pretty, boy's things. Dustin was shivering with desire and leaking pre-cum rapidly. His ten pubic hairs had captured a tasty portion of the boy's earlier cummage. Delicious. Rushing in where he once feared to tread, Mr. Hunkley wrapped his lips around Dustin's penis knob and began to lick it. Slowly and extremely sensitively. Mr. Hunkley was caressing the pink pillows of Dustin's lovely bum. Oh! Daddy was right. Why had Dustin wasted that precious month? Gay, underage, man-boy sex was awesome! So awesome that Dustin couldn't hold back nearly as long as he wished. He and Joey had discovered that waiting meant bigger orgasms. And Dustin was building up to a monster cum. Mr. Hunkley was just too hunky. And too good a cocksucker and bottom rubber. Dustin's scrunched-up, pain/pleasure face showed Mr. Hunkley how frantic the boy was to feed his man. So Mr. Hunkley did just what he needed to make Dustin's orgasm more debilitating. The man slid a rude middle-finger into Dustin's exceptionally tight anus, turned it towards himself, and found the lad's most vulnerable place. A place the boy didn't know he had until that moment. Yes sir, Buddy. That did the trick. A bushel barrel full of tricks. When Dustin screamed, people all over the school thought it was a sonic boom or a hitch in the public address system. People in the lunchroom thought it was a wounded animal caught in a bear trap. Or a boy getting his cock sucked and his prostate molested by a first-rate molester. When Dustin returned to the Alpha Quadrant of our galaxy, he was eager to suck his favorite teacher's cock. But the man was insistent that such loveliness be done when they were naked between clean sheets. At that moment, Dustin realized for the first time how powerful he was. Men were and would be extremely eager to have sex with him. Even if it only involved making Dustin cum and not the men. Pure molestation. But Dustin could never be that selfish. He would pay Mr. Hunkley back. As soon as possible. Right after dismissal if he could. But dismissal was two hours off. And Dustin had to deal with cum-stained clothing and a strong smell of male juices in the classroom. Surprisingly, Dustin was quite calm about revealing himself about being a newly initiated little prickpleaser. When the ten fifth-grade boys and 12 girls returned from lunch, Dustin stood in the back of the classroom. Nodding hello to each classmate. Displaying the expelled juices drying on his sissy shorts. Mr. Hunkley even had a bit of cum in his bushy mustache as the class began a geography lesson. The new lovers -- Dustin and Mr. Hunkley -- were an interesting bit of gossip for Dustin's classmates, but nothing earth-shattering. Things like that happened every day in the post-Twenty-Ninth world. Four -- An afternoon full of meanwhiles All afternoon, Dustin wrestled with guilt. If he went with Mr. Hunkley that afternoon, the man would surely want to fuck the boy. Truth be told, Dustin wanted Mr. Hunkley to fuck him. But Daddy had raised him from a newborn. Daddy should be Dustin's first fucker. He would just have to tell Mr. Hunkley straight out. Then hope the man didn't die from disappointment. So he did. "Mr. Hunkley, I really want to go home with you, get naked with you between clean sheets, suck your cock, swallow your cum, and consent to your cock in my bumhole. "But I owe Daddy. Would it be OK if we went to your home tomorrow after school and I stayed with you all night? Would that be OK?" An afternoon and overnight with Dustin? With cocksucking and fucking all over the agenda? And he only had to wait 24 hours? "Of course, sweetheart. You should give your Daddy first rights to that glorious bottomhole. I'll be sure to get a lot of rest tonight, but I don't think you will." This was all said very carefully, of course, since you never want to offend someone offering you world-class pussy. Dustin was delighted that Mr. Hunkley understood. The boy's calendar was set for the next two days. An amazing, first-time fucking from his loving Daddy. Then an all-nighter with his favorite teacher. Is there anything better than being a pretty sissyboy? Dustin left the semi-disappointed Mr. Hunkley and called his Daddy. "Daddy, I've seen the light," he said. "I want you to take me to bed and make love to me all night. However you want to have me, I'm yours. Is that OK, Daddy?" Was Daddy crying? Somehow, he managed to say, "Thank you, sweetheart. I would like that very much. And I know you will too. I knew that if you saw how desirable you were that you would want to have man-boy sex. Did Mr. Hunkley molest you?" "Oh yes, Daddy. It was awesome! We tongue-kissed and he kissed my nipples and made me juice. Then he licked and sucked my penis until I juiced again. No fucking though. And I didn't suck his penis. I'm saving all that for you." Daddy was trying his best not to cum in his pants. Were his co-workers watching him? "I'll be home at 5 tonight and we'll go right to your room. OK?" "I'll be naked in my bed, waiting for you, Daddy. Bye." Daddy's hand was shaking when he put down his phone. His work friend Charlie asked, "That had to be young Dustin telling you that tonight is finally the night. Am I right?" Daddy just smiled. Meanwhile... Back in the fifth-grade classroom, Mr. Hunkley was calculating how long he would have to wait until he and Dustin could do the horizontal mambo. He was disappointed, sure. But he did have 35 back issues of Sissy Boy magazine to help him through that night. The teacher began to gather his things to go home when the classroom door opened and young Joey Shagalot stepped in. What was he doing back in class after dismissal? "I'm sorry, Mr. Hunkley," the boy said. "I left my math book here. I didn't want to interrupt you and Dustin, but I need it for my homework tonight." Joey Shagalot. Hadn't pushed himself at Mr. Hunkley as hard as some of the other little femboys. By any known sissyboy standard, he was almost the rival of Dustin for fuckworthiness. Was Joey OFFERING himself to Mr. Hunkley? Should Mr. Hunkley accept? If so, how would he go about it? Joey erased the ambiguity by asking, "Mr. Hunkley, is it true that there's a little room behind your desk where you can counsel boys on their wants and needs?" Mr. Hunkley cleared his throat. "Yes, Joey. There is. Would you like to see it? Would you like to be counseled?" Joey giggled. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hunkley. I need counseling. I need it bad. And I told my Mom I would get a ride home from you after you counseled me thoroughly." The cheeky lad KNEW that Greg would be easily and quickly seduced. Greg liked the post-Twenty-Ninth world. Two minutes later, man and boy were naked, entwined on the backroom bed. Rubbing cockheads and kissing ferociously. Why had Mr. Hunkley avoided all that for so long? Well, he wasn't going to miss out any longer. His long-term objective was to fuck all eleven boys in his class. An easily attainable goal. But that was for later. At the moment, Joey was shuddering out a sweet, gooey climax. Followed by an oral assault on his teacher's cock and balls. Life was good. And getting better. Meanwhile... Dustin strolled home slowly. Soaking up the adoring looks he was getting from all the men and boys he saw en route. When he came to Mr. Slowhand's house, the man was outside, watering again. "Hi, Dustin," Mr. Slowhand said. "I see you had a good day in school today. Lots of cum stains on those shorts." Dustin blushed. But he smiled at Mr. Slowhand. Was that consent? Not quite. "I had a great day in school today, Mr. Slowhand. I learned a lot about myself. I like when a nice man molests me. Are you a nice man, Mr. Slowhand?" "Very nice, Honey. Would you like to come into my house and tell me about your day?" "Oh, yes. But I have to be home by 4:30. My Daddy is going to fuck me for the first time tonight and I want to be naked on my bed waiting for him." That was consent. "I'll pay close attention to the time, but far closer attention to you, my pretty one." Man and boy went inside. The man took off his pants and underpants and sat in a nice, comfy chair. The boy dropped his cum-stained short shorts and walked over to the man. Oh dear. Dustin just realized that he hadn't given Mr. Hunkley's cock the attention it deserved when the teacher molested him earlier that day. He hadn't even touched Mr. Hunkley's cock. Or even seen it. He would make it up to him the next night for sure. It was time to clear his head of the other two men in his life and focus on Mr. Slowhand. Whose big, hot, hard cock was pointed straight at Dustin. He sat on the man's lap. Being careful to trap the man's stiffie between his warm, pink thighs. The man groaned with pleasure. He began to toy with Dustin's boy's things. Making his little stiffie drool with lust. Then Dustin kissed Mr. Slowhand. Yum! The lovers found each other's cocks. So good. Rubbing each other's foreskins over the knobs until Dustin spritzed first. Followed seconds later by Mr. Slowhand. They broke their long, tonguey kiss to look down and "assess the damage." Dustin's hand was covered with Mr. Slowhand's cum. Mr. Slowhand's hand was drenched in Dustin's baby juice. Mr. Slowhand lifted his hand to his lips and began to lick it clean. Dustin vibrated with blind lust. And began to lick his hand clean of Mr. Slowhand's creamy spendings. He liked the taste. But he liked the effect it was having on Mr. Slowhand's libido even more. The man's cock had stopped deflating and was hard again. Oh dear. It was decision time for Dustin. He wanted to suck Mr. Slowhand's cock and swallow every drop of the man's big load. But he had promised Daddy that he would suck Daddy's cock first. The pretty boy decided that what Daddy didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So he asked, "I want to suck your cock, but I don't want anyone to know that I sucked you before my Daddy. Promise you won't tell anyone and we'll have a regular thing. Don't promise and I'll go home, eat milk and cookies and watch cartoons." Mr. Slowhand agreed. Eagerly. Meanwhile... Mr. Hunkley and Joey were kissing and tugging sweetly on each other's foreskins. Very nice, but Mr. Hunkley would have to get some Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Sperm-butt Industries product) for next time and some of that assfucking stuff you see on TV all the time. What was it? Wait. Joey broke the kiss. Got out of bed. Was it something the man said? Oh no!! Wait. The boy was getting back into bed. Carrying two plastic bottles. "You really should have these with you at all times," Joey said. "I carry Slickyboy and Spermbutt in my backpack. We will be needing Spermbutt, won't we, Mr. Hunkley?" Did Joey just ask for an assfucking? More than ever, Greg Hunkley loved his job. Meanwhile... Dustin and Mr. Slowhand were just easing down after the man had gagged the boy with a large load of manly cream. Sperm was oozing from the peelips of Mr. Slowhand's big boypleaser as Dustin completed his loving task with a general tonguey cleanup of the man's genitals.. Mr. Slowhand was beyond eager to return the favor. Putting Dustin onto his back. Licking the boy's sweet anus. Then his taint. His balls. His shaft. And then his oh-so-sensitive glans. Front and back. Soon, with one piercing scream of erotic fury, the boy lubricated Mr. Slowhand's throat. Meanwhile... Mr. Hunkley found himself in a completely new situation. Like most hetero men, he had never had anal sex. It appeared that he would have to ask his lover du jour, Joey, for directions. Men hate to ask for directions. But this was an emergency. "Please lick my bumhole as far in as you can lick it. Then open me up some more with two or three fingers soaked in Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. When I'm ready, rub Spermbutt all over your cock and ease it in. You'll know what to do from there." Mr. Hunkley followed Joey's directions to a T. He especially liked the ass-eating part. So did Joey. When both were lubed all over and Joey was as open as could be, Mr. Hunkley addressed his prize. The boy was on all fours. Ass wiggling and begging to be fucked. Hard. He lined up his shot and slid the knob and two inches worth in. The boy squealed and grunted, "More please, sir." Can do, my young beauty. And he was all in. Ass fucking. For the first time. Wow! Way better than pussy, once the preparations are done. Each stroke was deliciously lovely for both of them. Joey's prostate was singing a happy tune. Mr. Hunkley saw his future. Nine other fifth-graders who wanted to be fucked. And there were lots of cuties in the fourth grade for next year. Those third-graders had some up-and-cummers too. Joey already knew his future. Cock and more cock. Meanwhile... Dustin knew his future too as he kissed Mr. Slowhand goodbye and ran home to shower before Daddy would be home. Five -- A lovely evening at home Mom, of course, wanted to talk about Dustin's day. Daddy had called her to tell her the good news. Anything that would keep her husband from bothering her with his CONSTANT begging for sex was fine with her. She asked Dustin if he wanted her to invite the neighbors in to witness his first fucking. Instead. Dustin chose the alternative she offered. She would record it all on three cameras in his room, edit it, and post it all on social media. Mom set the cameras on tripods as Dustin showered, dried himself, and talcum powdered his lovely body. After the mandatory self-admiration session at the bathroom mirror, Dustin returned to his room. He saw the three cameras set up, as well as two half-gallon bottles each of Slickyboy and Spermbutt. He hoped it would be enough. Dustin lay on his back. Knees up so his asshole was visible. Cock achingly stiff. True to his promise, Daddy burst open Dustin's door at precisely 5 p.m. He was NAKED! And ERECT! And really BUFF! Dustin's heart fluttered. That cock is all mine, he thought. Daddy had seen Dustin's face before so he directed his view to Dustin's pubic region, which he hadn't seen since Dustin was six. Daddy's heart fluttered. The boy's genitals were erotic perfection. A leaking, stiff-standing, luscious, 4.13 inches of Love. Two flawless quail eggs that would nourish Daddy throughout that amazing night. (And for years to come) Daddy declared his love for Dustin, then set about showing it. Kiss him first or suck his little cock? That cock appeared to be in dire straits. If Daddy started to kiss Dustin, the boy would surely be wasting a sweet portion of boy's cream. Daddy wanted to swallow all of Dustin's boy juice that evening. So he dove for the gold. Dustin cried out as Daddy wrapped his lips around his prick knob and used his tongue artfully. Slurping up the leakage. Agonizing the arrowpoint. "Oh, Daddy," the lad exclaimed as the match entered the fourth minute. "I'm...I'm..." And he did. Lots of luscious boy juice. Just as Daddy had conjectured. Lots of frantic kissing followed and Dustin was once again in a desperate condition. He NEEDED Daddy's cock in his ass. Pronto! Daddy was OK with that. Especially after Dustin dickteased Daddy by saying, "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need it now. Make me pregnant. Put your big cock into me and give me a little brother, Daddy. When he's ten and three, we'll all get together in bed, Daddy." You're probably wondering how someone who was a virgin earlier that day could come up with talk as dickteasing as that. That's how Daddy remembered it. Dustin remembers grunting out, "I love you, Daddy." Or maybe just, "Unhhh!" To punctuate his availability, Dustin was fully on his back and, holding his thighs up high, showed Daddy his most private place. "I already lubed myself with about quart of that Spermbutt stuff. Just rub it on your stiffie and slide it into me." I know. Guys like you and me, we hear that sort of thing all the time. Anyway, Daddy didn't need to be asked twice. The recording of that historic first fuck actually shows flames coming out of Daddy's nostrils as he shoved his cock into the blazing boypussy of young Dustin. From that point, the audio on recordings is spotty. It appears that Dustin's scream pierced something in the audio setup. Just as Daddy pierced Dustin. Let's just say that Daddy's dick hurt Dustin a little. As much as he loved Dustin, Daddy didn't care. Daddy was a man on an orgasm quest. A quest no man will interrupt while he's still breathing. Daddy had the extra incentive of being on a quest for Dustin's little brother. If he could just get Dustin pregnant, in just eleven years, he could be in a three-way fuckathon with his pretty grandson and Dustin. The quest lasted eleven minutes and 13 seconds. Not bad, considering the circumstances. Dustin splattered his stomach twice. Daddy vowed to lick that all up later. Daddy convulsed a bit when he emptied his underused ballbag. He had never been happier in his life. Six -- The Morning After It was a good thing that Mom bought the video equipment with infrared, because some top-notch father-son togetherness occurred with the lights out. After their fourth fuck, the one where Dustin stood on a stepstool against a wall and Daddy joyously violated him from behind, Daddy submitted to his first cocksucking. Even though Daddy's cock had been up Dustin's ass four times, and was slick with precum and cum, Dustin hungrily devoured it with his mouth. Producing an astonishing fifth cum from Daddy in three hours. Daddy kissed Dustin and licked out his mouth. Mmmmm. Daddy managed to turn off the light. Exhausted, the lovers fell asleep in each other's arms. Until 3:32 a.m. When Dustin felt a strong disturbance in the Force. Daddy was eating his ass. Very nicely. In preparation for... Oh! There it was. Very nice. Daddy's fat cock was up Dustin's well-used ass. Tight as ever. Welcoming as ever. Daddy slid his hand around Dustin's right hip and skinned Dustin's penis as he fucked the boy slowly. Then quickly. Then frantically as sperm spewed from both of them. "I think that did it, Daddy," the sweet boy said. "I think you made me pregnant." Daddy kissed Dustin. Took him into his arms. And went to sleep. Dreaming of sex sessions with Dustin and Daddy's grandson. Well, as it turns out, Dustin was not pregnant. But that didn't discourage Daddy. He vowed to Dustin that he would keep trying. At school time, Daddy and Dustin had a lovely wake-up fuck, followed by a shower fuck. At breakfast, Mom was so sweet. "I stayed up late watching you two fuck," she said. "You were terrific, sweetie. I'll spend the morning editing the three views and it should be out on social media before you get home from school." "Thanks, Mom," Dustin replied. "Didn't Daddy tell you? I'm spending the afternoon and night with my teacher, Mr. Hunkley." "That's right, Honey. I forgot. Do you have the new sissyboy school clothes I bought you for that next day? OK, good. I hope you won't be wearing that awful macho stuff anymore. You're a prick-loving, cocksucking sissyboy now and I'm proud of you. Have a good day and I'll see you after school tomorrow." Dustin agreed with Mom about his wardrobe. No more alpha boy stuff for him. That morning he was wearing the clothes he had rejected the day before. Pink, "Molest Me, Mister" short shorts. A spangled, pink top that said, "Molest me, please." And pink, sissy, Mary Jane shoes with frilly socks. Daddy was concerned about a pack of feral, virile men gang-banging poor Dustin. He was that hot. Dustin gave Mr. Slowhand a teasy wave and an ass wriggle as he passed him that morning. Poor Mr. Slowhand knew that he wouldn't have another shot at Dustin for a few days. He was going to be too popular. But he was Dustin's first cock. And a boy always comes back to it. Mr. Slowhand had an after-school playdate with Raymond, a sissyboy sixth-grader from the local junior high anyway. Mr. Slowhand had dates with sixth and seventh graders whenever he wanted. Of course he preferred rookie nookie like fifth-grader Dustin. The younger (legal, of course) the better, Mr. Slowhand believed. Dustin managed his way through the drooling male masses into his classroom, where he saw Mr. Hunkley and gave him a thousand-watt smile that was reported as a sunburst at an observatory in Australia. That smile was saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Hunkley. I still love you and you can fuck my bottom off after school and all night." Phew! Mr. Hunkley conjectured that boys can be fickle. And missing out on a fuckathon with Dustin was not something he could handle. Mr. Hunkley had expended his last sperm cell into Joey's bumhole at 6 p.m. the day before. Since he would be having a very active afternoon and evening, the man had almost foregone his morning routine of nullifying his potential arousal by communing with Sissy Boy magazine. But the call was too loud. Had he been conjecturing about third-graders as potential lovers? It appeared that he had. Had he bought a copy once or twice of the monthly "Sissy Boy Eight?" He had. Only for educational purposes as described earlier. But when he awoke, he considered which of his 35 back issues would he peruse in order to get the quickest, spunkiest result. Oh yes. The naughtiest. Sissy Boy Eight was somehow able to keep publishing in post-Twenty-Ninth America, even though its "models" were far younger than ten and three. Somehow, a congressional exemption had been granted to publisher Biff Buggerall after a Congress-wide fact-finding week at one of Biff's pleasure resorts. The ensuing vote had been all the men "Yea," all of the women, "Nay." Regardless of party. Mr. Hunkley was naked in bed when he slicked up his cock with Slickyboy and opened the current month's issue of Sissy Boy Eight. Oh dear. Beautiful, naked, eight-year-old Timmy was in some distress. His BFF, James, was equally nude, equally gorgeous and was on his knees, kissing and licking Timmy's three-inch stiffie. Way too young to cum wet, Timmy's facial expressions communicated a corker of a dry cum in progress. Timmy reciprocated by getting on his knees and eating out James' perfect asshole. James' 3.5-inch rammer was pointed straight at the camera. And that did the trick for Mr. Hunkley. A nice shower and he was calm enough to go to school. Until the students streamed in. And he saw Dustin. Dressed as he was dressed. He was stiff again. His cock threatened to rip his pants when he looked over at Joey. The boy had moved his shorts' leg openings so that his penis and testicles were dangling out. Exposed to his teacher. Mr. Hunkley really loved his job. He decided that if he spunked, he spunked. Time to just relax and teach these young savages about square roots. At lunchtime, Dustin stayed behind as the class left. He ran up to Mr. Hunkley, hugged him, gave him a long, wet, tonguey kiss and dropped to his knees. Rather than just pull his cock out, Mr. Hunkley dropped his pants and underpants. Dustin's blowjob technique was already improving. And Mr. Hunkley was very randy, not having cum in almost six hours!!! The business was wrapped up in ten minutes. Dustin licked his man clean, kissed him and said, "That should keep you cooled off until dismissal, Mr. Hunkley. I'm going to lunch now, because I don't think I'll be eating much solid food tonight. Bye." Mr. Hunkley wanted to tell Dustin that he had a cum goatee, but the boy moved too quickly. Dustin would have been delighted to know that he had a cum beard. His sissiness was not in question. Mary Jane Slutsky, who was his lab partner in class giggled when she saw his goatee. "I think you took part of Mr. Hunkley with you," Dustin, she said with a giggle. Even the girls were accepting of the social changes. Dismissal FINALLY came. Dustin stayed in his seat. Some of his classmates wished him a good night as they passed him. Dustin was kind of a hero to the fifth-grade lads. He was the one who finally moved Mr. Hunkley off the hetero thing. So each of them would be getting a proper fucking or two from Mr. Hunkley in the coming days and years. Mr. Hunkley was just trying to calm his penis. Now was not the time to jettison his juice. He was going to need all hands on deck for the next 16 hours or so. Dustin stood. Mr. Hunkley didn't know why, but those pink Mary Janes and the frilly socks were making it more difficult to hold back his paratroops. Maybe he would ask Dustin to wear just those shoes and socks for a while. "Ready for our magical night?" the boy asked the man. "Ready and eager, my sweet Love. May I hold your hand as we walk out to my car? I want everyone to know what you mean to me." Dustin glowed. What a difference from yesterday, when he was just another invisible, hetero boy. "May I carry your bag, my young beauty?" Mr. Hunkley asked. "Thank you, sir. It's just sissy clothes that Mom bought me for school tomorrow. And a little, pink nightie that Mom said I should wear for you in case your penis gets tired after fucking me a lot." Oh! That was a close one. The man almost spunked at that one. They left the classroom hand-in-hand nodding at people they knew, until they just stepped outside and heard... "Mr. Hunkley! Greg!" Mr. Hunkley turned and saw Mr. Sternrule, the school's principal. Holding hands with Adam Suckwell, one of Mr. Hunkley's students. Mr. Hunkley was stunned. Dustin wasn't. Kids are great gossips. "You make a great couple, Greg and Dustin. I'm so glad the two of you have adapted so well to post-Twenty-Ninth culture. I had my doubts about you both, but I see I was wrong." Mr. Sternrule turned to Adam and said, "Come along my dear. Everyone has after school and overnight fucking to do and every minute is precious." And they were gone. Dustin and Mr. Hunkley looked at each other, giggled, got in the teacher's car and drove to the man's apartment. Dustin was alone with a man other than his Daddy. In the man's apartment, In his BEDROOM, for goodness sakes. He was a helpless little sissyboy with a sexually ferocious, cum-desperate man. Who knew Dustin was not a man-boy-sex virgin. A man who had sucked Dustin's little peeny only the day before. And swallowed Dustin's spermies. And inconsiderate Dustin hadn't even touched the man's cock yet. Was the man angry about being neglected? Would there be payback for that? Was the man so off-the-charts randy that he would DEVOUR Dustin? So many questions. So sexually dangerous. It was amazingly exciting. "Let's get naked," the man said. "Except for those sissy shoes and frilly socks. They excite me." Oh dear. Should Dustin excite Mr. Hunkley even more? Wasn't he excited enough? Well, the question of the "measure" of the man's excitement was about to be revealed. Dustin dropped his short-shorts as Mr. Hunkley dropped his pants and boxers. Oooh! Mr. Hunkley had a nice one. Nice and big. And hot. And hard. Bigger than Daddy. By like two inches maybe. Was that good or bad? Good in that, sissyboys love big cocks. Bad in that Dustin wasn't sure how his newly broken-in bumhole would be able to take it. Too late to worry about it, because naked Mr. Hunkley and naked Dustin were naked together in the man's bed. The man's turf. Where he made the rules. Sort of. Mr. Hunkley wanted to have great sex because who doesn't like great sex? The man wanted the boy to have great sex because Mr. Hunkley loved great sex and didn't want the beautiful boy to drop him from the boy's mental Rolodex. So Mr. Hunkley eased into the best night of his life by saying, "I'm going to kiss you for a while because I love kissing you. Then I'm going to suck your sweet prick and draw out your sweet cream so I can relax you. Then I'm going to fuck you because I really want to fuck you. How does that sound?" "It sounds awesome, Mr. Hunkley! But, before we even kiss, could I please spend a little quality time with your gorgeous cock. I didn't really get to meet him yesterday." "Whatever you want, my pretty angel. Here he is. Say hello to Little Greg, Dustin." Dustin giggled at that. Then scooted down the bed until he was face-to-cock. Dustin had never seen anything so beautiful. It was tall and confident. The darkest skin on his body. With a large, blue vein up the left side. Weeping pre-come for Dustin. He had to have it. So Dustin threw a large, left-handed, monkey wrench into Mr. Hunkley's agenda. The man was OK with that. And he was glad that he hadn't printed the agenda up. On parchment paper. Or submitted the agenda to the school newspaper for that week's issue. New agenda item. Lie there and moan as Dustin kisses, licks, sucks and tooth-teases the man's lifelong best friend. A good revision for sure. Maybe because he spent the day fantasizing about sex with Dustin, he could feel that his helpful body had produced a very large load. His perception was correct. The man almost drowned the boy. Half went into his gullet. Half drooled out and covered Dustin's face and Mr. Hunkley's belly. Wow. Now for some kissing. Belly to belly. Smearing cum all over each other as they kissed and swapped cum from Dustin's pretty mouth. Lots of kissing. Followed by a sub-element of the original agenda -- ass eating. Mr. Hunkley hungered for Dustin's perfect ass. It was the only kind of low-calorie food that guys like. Dustin liked it too. Two creamy boygasms in 30 minutes. After Dustin's second O, Mr. Hunkley got to work with the large container of Spermbutt anal lubricant he now kept by his bedside. And his fingers. Dustin was whimpering loudly as the man tormented the boy's prostate. And then he said the magic words: "Fuck me, Mr. Hunkley! Please fuck me!!" Consent. Can do, the loving teacher said to himself. Mr. Hunkley was grateful to Joey for the kind offer of his ass for practice the day before. He didn't want to look like an amateur assfucker to Dustin. Or to the other nine boys in his class. Who, by the way, had all heard from Joey about their teacher's genetic gifts and were all eager to escort Little Greg up their assholes. Consent is a beautiful thing. So is an eight-inch, titanium-hard, burning cock entering one's ass. Dustin squealed with erotic fury as Mr. Hunkley ravaged his 27.5-hours-since-virginity asshole. Was this how it was going to be for Dustin from now on? Men competing for the pleasures of his bumhole? Sucking him to glorious climaxes? Nourishing themselves with his anal juices, saliva and cum? Yes. That's how it will be. Because Dustin gave consent. Please tell me what you think at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com or bc20002015@hotmail.com.