Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2019 02:22:25 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Dressup (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Dressup (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty. One – The Exposition Part "I've got great news, Daddy," eleven-year-old Quinn Lustmore said to his single dad. Daddy's interest was piqued. He always liked to hear good news about his awesome son, Quinn. There hadn't been much good news since father and son had to move to a new town two months earlier for work. Quinn had been having the usual "tween" fitting-in problems with the indigenous kids in his new school who had all been friends since kindergarten. Was that about to change? Oh yes! "The three coolest kids in my class, Peter Spunker, Jerry Kisswell, and Adam Creamer invited me to a party on Saturday at Peter's house. That's tomorrow. Isn't that great?" It sure sounded great to Daddy and he said so. Then he asked, "What kind of party is it? A birthday party? Do we need to get Peter a present?" "No, Daddy. It's way better. The boys are having a princess party and I'm invited. Isn't that great?" Daddy shook his head. Had he heard that right? He asked, "Did you say a `princess party?'" "Yes," the excited boy said. "I have to get a pretty dress and shoes and [blush] frilly underwear and stuff. Isn't that cool?' Daddy wanted to be happy and encouraging, but all he could say was, "Aren't princess parties where young girls wear dresses with lots of petticoats and tiaras and they have pretend tea parties?" Quinn seemed mildly offput by Daddy's ignorance. So he educated Daddy. "That's when GIRLS are the princesses, Daddy. When it's boys, we dress up in pretty gowns and stuff and play games boys like." Daddy was perplexed. "What sorts of games, Buddy?" Quinn gritted his teeth a bit. He thought Daddy would just say OK and they would be off to Sissy Boy World to shop for dresses and such. But parents could be such parents. He explained, "Boys like to shoot their boy's cream, Daddy. You remember that when you were my age, don't you? We'll play a lot of games where we shoot our boy's cream. And Daddy, you're invited too, like the other boys' daddies. I know you'll want to shoot your cream too, won't you?" Daddy gasped. His son had just invited him to a four-boy, four-man mini-orgy where the boys wore girl's things and made the men and each other "happy." He was no fool. "Sounds good to me," he said. Quinn threw his arms around Daddy and thanked him with a kiss right on the lips. A first for them. "I'm going to text Peter that we're coming. Then can we PLEASE go over to Sissy Boy World [the sissyboy superstore] and get what I need for Saturday?" "Of Course, Sport." Of course. Two – Trip to Sissy Boy World In the car, Quinn could hardly contain his excitement. "We're going to have so much fun tomorrow, Daddy. And just think: I'll be popular with the coolest kids in school." "At what price" flashed through Daddy's mind. But he didn't say it. Instead he said, "Just to clarify, Quinn. You know that you'll probably be doing gay things. Really gay things. With boys' penises and maybe other parts. And maybe men's things too. Are you sure?" Quinn smiled. Daddy was so old fashioned. "Of course, Daddy. I want to do those things. It's no big deal being gay or doing gay things these days. I can stop being gay whenever I want." Daddy doubted that. "But how do you know you'll like it?" "I like being popular. Also, at lunch time today, Peter gave me a little `sample' of the party." Daddy gasped at that. Sweat formed on his upper lip. He had to keep his composure so he wouldn't run off the road. But he asked, "What do you mean by a `sample?'" Quinn smiled broadly and said, "It was so exciting, Daddy. And I think it's exciting for you too the way your pants are tenting up. Peter led me to the woods behind school. Then we both took off our pants and underpants. He got onto his knees and took my penis into his mouth. He kissed it and licked it and sucked it until I was crying and moaning with excitement. Then I got this amazing feeling and my boy's cream rushed out of my penis and into his mouth. He swallowed it all. It was awesome, Daddy!" Daddy gulped. Why did he feel as if he were in a "blockbuster" movie, where he, the hero, was holding onto the outside of a train as it sped through Switzerland at 90 miles per hour? Everything was just too fast. Quinn sensed Daddy's discomfort and addressed it in a loving way. "You look all nervous about the way the world is today, Daddy. Would you like to pull over into a parking lot and I could `relax' you?" Daddy quickly nixed that notion. Though, on some level, well... Thank goodness the Sissy Boy World store was close to their house. Quinn was very excited to get parked and get inside. The parking lot was nearly full. Of perverts, Daddy thought. Of which he was about to become one. Daddy was sure that he would be arrested sometime in the next week or so when the cops ran his plates from their surveillance cameras in the parking lot. Was that them over there in that car looking Daddy's way? Oh no! It was a man, sitting in the driver's seat, and he was enjoying something very much. Was he playing with himself? Agghhh! A boy, no older than ten, popped his head up. Was he...? Oh! The boy's face was covered with sperm!! In the parking lot! What vile acts were being committed inside the store? Time to ditch the whole thing and go home. Right? But Quinn was already out of the car, begging Daddy to take him inside. And Daddy hated disappointing Quinn. So in they went. Where they were greeted by a young man in his 20s. "Welcome to Sissy Boy World, gentlemen. My name is Edward. May I help you pick out what you need?" Need? Daddy didn't need anything other than the sanity to stop all this. But Quinn spoke up before Daddy could say that. "Thanks, Edward. Daddy and I are here to get my stuff for a sissyboy princess party tomorrow. My first one." Edward smiled broadly at Quinn. "Congratulations, young man. Are you still a virgin?" Quinn said, "Yeah, but I won't be this time tomorrow, will I?" "I certainly hope not," Edward said. "Still a virgin. With a handsome Daddy like that. I see the resemblance so I'm assuming that you are the young man's father, sir." So much wrong about what Quinn and Edward were saying. Where did he start? He chose to answer the question. "I am." "Very good, sir. Will you and the other young gentlemen's daddies be attending the princess party tomorrow?" Nosy blighter! But Daddy answered affirmatively. And curtly. Edward had the situation well sized up. "We're always crowded on Friday evening, gentlemen. Weekend dads getting their sons sissied up for father-son love over the weekend. But I would be happy to assist you. Please follow me." And they did. Quinn squealed with delight as Edward led them to an entire corner of the store devoted to sissyboy princess parties. Lovely gowns in the sissiest styles and colors. Lots of petticoats. Tiaras and costume necklaces. Panties – lots of panties. And even [blush] stockings and garter belts! Mary Jane single-strap shoes – some with two-inch-stiletto heels. Daddy sat as Quinn modeled seven gowns, before selecting a pink one and a lilac version. The little prickteaser wore no panties for the modeling session and the gowns, unlike the versions for little girls, were deliberately short in order to expose the exposables. The little imp made sure when he was in gowns, posing for the mirror, that Daddy got a good look at Quinn's boy's things, which were quite aroused, as well as his bum, which was quite lovely. It almost wasn't fair of Quinn to bend over to pick up a pair of panties when he was wearing the pink princess gown and tan stockings with garter belt. As chance would have it, Quinn's bum was pointed straight at Daddy when the boy bent over. Daddy saw pink! Poor Daddy. He tried to conceal his constant, raging erection, but it was clearly visible to both Quinn and Edward. He was so embarrassed that he didn't even protest when Quinn added seven pairs of the sissiest panties, four pairs of stockings, two garter belts, two pairs of sissy shoes and two babydoll nighties to the purchase mix. How was Daddy ever going to get out of his chair and get home? "I'll be happy to ring up your purchases, sir. But meanwhile, I think that, after all the excitement, you and Quinn need some relief. I have Quinn set up in Relief Room Three and you're in Seven, which is right behind you. May I lead you there?" Relief? What did he mean? Oh? Daddy was about to refuse, but realized that he wanted relief. He needed relief. Did he trust this Edward guy not to abuse Quinn in Room Three? Who cared? He NEEDED relief, darn it! Edward led Daddy the short distance to Room Seven. It was a small room – half the size of a normal hotel room. It had a loveseat, a double bed and a boy named Ethan. Ethan! Who was dressed only in white cotton panties. And smiling warmly at the man he would address as "Mr. Lustmore." Edward disappeared. Mr. Lustmore's erection did not. "Welcome to Sissy Boy World, Mr. Lustmore," Ethan said. "I understand this has been a difficult day for you. Learning that your son is interested in becoming a sissyboy. All our daddies have been there. And they all thrived once they accepted us as sissyboys." "Thrived?" Big word for a kid who looked to be 13 or so. A quite lovely 13. Blond, curly hair. Deep blue eyes. Fabulously large nipples. Long legs. And when Ethan shucked off his panties, a deliciously round bum, and startlingly cute genitalia. Stiff, dripping genitalia. Oh dear. "I'm here to offer you relief, sir. You may enjoy it more if you remove your clothes so that we're both nude. I would really like to see your body, Mr. Lustmore. Would that be ok?" Daddy began to wonder if the last two hours had been real or he had run off the road driving home from work and was in a coma inside an upside-down car. No matter. He wanted to keep the momentum in the right direction. Clothes were off in a flash. And Daddy found himself lying in bed with Ethan. Kissing and rubbing stiff cocks. Listening to Ethan grunt and squeal with pleasure until Ethan said, "Friday is our busiest day, Mr. Lustmore, so I would request that you fuck me soon. Don't try this at home, but I've already dilated my boy pussy with a butt plug and lubricated it freely with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. If you would just let me rub some Spermbutt on your big, hot, hard cock, you can spoon up behind me and slide it inside me." [Gulp] Daddy didn't like being rushed. And he didn't like his sex partner to tell him what to do. But hey. This was penises from heaven. He rubbed Spermbutt Anal Lubricant all over his aching cock, then lined it up for penetration and fornication. Then he realized that it wasn't located in the place he had always stuck his thing. It was a bit back there. No problem. At that point, Daddy's only concern was that he would be an inadequate fucker. A real concern since he hadn't had sex since his wife ran off with the pizza-delivery man three years earlier. And he had never had anal sex. Anal sex was different. Tighter. A different "grip" on his penis. And totally delightful. Once in, Daddy's muscle memory made his muscle create new memories. Great ones. The sensations of fucking a hot boy's eager bum. The way he wiggled it and squealed for more. The way Ethan cried out and squirted as Daddy rubbed the boy's foreskin back and forth as they fucked. Was this what Edward and Quinn were doing in Room Three? Daddy was too sexually excited to be jealous. An image of Daddy's cock sunk in Quinn's bum was the little extra that flung him off the ledge. Three years worth of sexual frustration erupted into young Ethan's pre-lubed, "relief consultant" boy bum. Glorious! Exhausting. Was that what he would be doing on Saturday night with Peter, Jerry and Adam? And maybe [Gasp] [Blush] Quinn? He certainly hoped so. Three – Back home again The ride home from Sissy Boy World was awkward. For Daddy at least. Quinn was jabbering on excitedly about how much fun he had had trying on the femmy clothes and showing Daddy how pretty he was. He was unashamed and quite descriptive of the goings-on he and Edward had gotten into in Room Three. "Edward and I had so much fun, Daddy. We kissed and he sucked my penis better than Peter did. And then [blush] I sucked his. And swallowed. I wanted him to fuck me, but he said that the honor of fucking me first should go to you, Daddy." Daddy swerved the car at that bit of information. And he winced in a mix of jealousy and fear. He was oddly jealous that Edward had been the first man to suck Quinn's cream out. Terrified about the notion of fucking his son. And the urgency of doing so before the princess party the next afternoon and evening was especially unsettling. Did he want to fuck Quinn? Of course not! Quinn was his son. He was underage. Innocent. A fellow male. Wrong, wrong and wrong. On the other hand, his ass looked amazing poking out from the skirts of those dresses. And the little prickteaser clearly wanted "it." And if the other person wants "it," any objections can be quickly rationalized away. When father and son arrived home, they carried Quinn's considerable purchases upstairs to Quinn's room. Then Daddy sat as Quinn put his new frillies away and gave a monologue of his aspirations as a new sissyboy. "It'll be so cool, Daddy. Sex whenever I want it. With men! Nice men. Peter says that the teachers at our school will want to fuck me too, Daddy. No more studying to get good grades. Won't that be great, Daddy?" Immoral. Sacrificing Quinn's education for a few cheap thrills now. Dangerous. Disease vulnerable. But yeah, Daddy thought. It did sound great. "I have to go tinkle before bed, Daddy. Don't go away," the little prickteaser said. Leaving Daddy in a moral quagmire. He should put an end to all this. Get Quinn back into his boy clothes, load him into the car and drive all night and all day to a place they could start a new, sex-"normal" life. But then... Quinn emerged from the bathroom. His princess dress was gone. All he was wearing were his stockings, garters and a red, throbbing, four-inch cock. Carrying a large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. "See how excited I am thinking about you FUCKING me and taking my virginity, Daddy? I don't want anyone but you to be my first. "The nice man at Sissy Boy World gave us a free bottle of this stuff, Daddy. Don't you think we should use it? Right now?" Daddy was only a mortal man. He snatched up his boy and carried him to the master bedroom. Where he flung Quinn onto the bed. On his stomach. Daddy dove onto the bed and dove his face into Quinn's ass. Was eating ass like eating pussy? He hadn't eaten ass ever (too yucky for his ex-wife) and he hadn't eaten pussy in five or six years. So he hoped he was doing it right. Oh! Quinn was screaming and drenching the sheets. So he must have been doing it ok. That was comforting. Which sort of offset the fact that he was licking the anus of his stockinged, virginal, young son. With full intentions to have anal sex with said lad. He decided to get on with it before he lost his nerve and did something foolish. Like putting his pants back on and leaving Quinn to sleep. So he slathered an ample dose of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant onto two fingers and set out to lubricate and dilate his son's boyish pussy. Oh. Even that was exquisite. The boy was so responsive. Unlike the women who had deigned to allow him certain "favors" over the years. It wasn't long before the lad was hard again, squirming and begging Daddy to fuck him. So Daddy applied a nice glob of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to his splitter, maneuvered Quinn into the doggie position, lined up his shot and pushed. Quinn screamed like a Banshee whose football team has just scored a winning goal. Was it a good scream or a scream foreshadowing an agonizing death? Daddy didn't care. He was in and he was fucking. The best fucking of his life. Or anybody's life as far as Daddy was concerned. Anal sex was everything he had fantasized about. And he was enjoying anal sex with someone he loved very much. OK. It was his son. But he could look beyond that. Especially when a gutbuster orgasm was building. In the interest of presenting a balanced story, it must be reported that Quinn's feelings were not completely joyful. Quinn had been told by Peter that being fucked the first few times could be painful. Quinn had leaned on the "could be" part. And had thought that it may have hurt like a flu shot. Not like a seven-inch, fire-forged, serrated knife entering one's poop canal and ravaging all it slashed. So the banshee scream was pretty much a vow of lifelong celibacy if only the pain would cease. Quinn was pretty sure that Daddy was enjoying himself too much for him to rule on an appeal for anal mercy. So Quinn drew on an alternative strategy to overcome his pain. Peer pressure. If Peter, Jerry, and Adam could take men's cocks in their bums, so could Quinn! Thoughts about becoming one of the cool kids trumped agony. Plus agony seemed to be abating. And morphing into pleasure. Daddy's strokes seemed to be hitting Quinn's "boy's place," which was a magical region that Peter had described to Quinn earlier that active day. Quinn liked having a cock stroke his boy's place. He liked it so much that he felt that stirring he had gotten that afternoon when Peter had sucked his cock. And when Edward had done the same at Sissy Boy World. No pain. Lots of pleasure. And Quinn was giving Daddy pleasure as he got pleasure from Daddy. Sex is not a zero-sum game. Oh dear. Quinn's messy time appeared to be almost with him. And Daddy was huffing and puffing frantically toward his own "man's time." Can you say simultaneous orgasm? Man and boy couldn't either. Since they were having a simultaneous orgasm. It seemed that the sexual ice between Daddy and Quinn had been ground into tiny chips. Four – Party Day Neither Quinn nor Daddy knew exactly how to act the next morning as they ate Cheerios and blueberries. Their relationship had changed. Which, I guess is the hard part about knock-down-drag-out incest. Daddy wasn't sure if he was Quinn's parent or his lover. The roles are different. So he had to redefine the circumstances. Not that he was willing to stop having sex with Quinn. The boy was an amazing piece of ass. And Daddy did mean ass. NO ONE gives that up lightly. Would Quinn still obey Daddy as if he was the Daddy? Too much to think about when your balls are full and aching. Daddy had awakened to medium-sized portions of shame and guilt and a large dose of pragmatism. "We shouldn't fuck this morning," Daddy told Quinn as the boy's eyes fluttered awake. Quinn was heartbroken! Was Daddy giving up on raunchy, anal-centric, underage incest already? Wait. He said "this morning." Daddy continued his thought. "We'll need all the cum we can muster for the party today." What a relief! Daddy was being sensible. Quinn hugged Daddy and thanked him. And kissed him. And lay on his back as Daddy missionaried Quinn for a delightful, screaming-orgasm half hour. Much as they had done three times the night before. Well. After that, they just had their cereal and talked about the weather and school and the local baseball team. Until Quinn dropped his napkin, stood up to retrieve it, bent over and showed Daddy "pink." Okay. Just that one more time. And truly, they did calm down after that, gather and pack Quinn's "party things," eat lunch and arrive at Peter Spunker's house at 2 p.m. sharp. Peter's Daddy greeted them warmly. Very warmly. Perhaps too warmly for Daddy's taste. The man was wearing only a severely-tented pair of boxer underpants. And he had his eyeballs all over Quinn, who was not even in his princess gear yet. Peter's Daddy was already evaluating Quinn's fuckability. And judging Quinn to be highly fuckworthy. Daddy shook his head to reboot his thinking. If he was going to enjoy a stunning afternoon and evening of Grade A sissyboy fucking, that whole jealousy thing was going to have to be shelved. Way down on the shelf. In the back, where one can't even see it. Quinn brightened when Peter still in boy clothes, appeared and hugged "Let's go get dressed." The lovely Peter said. And off they went. Hand in hand. Moments later, Jerry and Adam and their fathers appeared. Those boys were stunners as well. What a party this was going to be. The boys melted away and the men were left in the living room. Jerry's Daddy and Adam's Daddy stripped to their boxers, so Daddy joined them. "Have a seat," Peter's Daddy said to Daddy. "The boys will be a while getting dressed and, well, you-know-whatting, before they join us. Would you like to see some videos I took?" Daddy shared a two-seater couch with Peter's Daddy as the man cranked up the video. Daddy noted that Jerry's Daddy and Adam's Daddy shared a second two-seater. "This is a classic recording of when Peter seduced Jerry for the first time. Peter knew I had hidden cameras in his room, so one day after school about six months ago, he maneuvered Jerry in with the promise of games. "There were games, all right, but not the computer kind." Jerry's Daddy and Adam's Daddy chuckled at that. Was Daddy about to see the actual, homosexual seduction of one young boy by another? He was quivering with surprise. And arousal. Peter's Daddy rolled the recording. The quality was high and the sound was true. Daddy saw Peter enter what must have been his bedroom, followed by Jerry. Jerry looked around for something, didn't see it, and asked, "I thought you said we were going to play games, Peter. You don't have any equipment for that." Peter smirked and said, "I have the best equipment in the world for fun games, Jerry. And so do you." And with that, Peter began to take his clothes off. All of his clothes off. And he stood before a startled Jerry wearing only a broad smile and a throbbing, dripping erection. Oh! Daddy was hard as some really hard hardness. The boldness Peter showed! The cock and beautiful body Peter showed! Oh! Live Peter's Daddy began to fondle his own cock as recorded Jerry fumbled with his options. Running was apparently eliminated as an option early on. A boy, when faced with a bold first move by another boy, and being reasonably safe from disclosure, will usually do what Jerry did. He dropped his pants. As did Peter's Daddy. And Daddy could see his sofamate's cock with his peripheral vision. It was big. And wet. From all the dripping. Daddy kept his eyes straight ahead. Mostly. Though two compelling tableaus wrestled for his attention. Daddy had never seen a naked man masturbate. Nor had he witnessed two naked boys kissing and cock-fondling. Both were fascinating him. Jerry, who had seemed terrified moments earlier, now seemed to be focused on what all men focus on primarily – his next orgasm. Perhaps Jerry had already learned the sublime art of self-abuse when Peter seduced him. Perhaps the whole video was a fake. Daddy couldn't tell. And he didn't care. Watching Jerry's face display agonized ecstasy as Peter sucked him expertly to a five-star spunk had Daddy so intrigued that he hardly noticed that Peter's Daddy had slipped his hand into the waistband of Daddy's briefs. The rude man slid his hand south until it began to caress Daddy's impossibly stiff seven-incher. Big decision for Daddy. Go with the flow or... Wait. Daddy couldn't think of another option. So he grabbed his underpants at both hips, raised his hips, and slid his last garment down to mid-thigh. Oh dear! Peter's Daddy was KISSING Daddy! As he stroked Daddy's ridiculously aroused cock. Daddy kissed back. Thereby rivaling Jerry as the world's quickest convert to homosexuality. Daddy didn't even attempt to rationalize. He liked having his cock stroked as he watched a sexy film. And he liked being kissed simultaneously. Perhaps he remembered Woody Allen's take on bisexuality: "It doubles your chances for a Saturday night date." It was Saturday. And he was enjoying his date so far. Peter's Daddy stopped kissing Daddy, then immediately slid south to take the convert's red knob into his eager mouth. Cowabunga! And dare I add, Bazinga! That was delightful. Quinn and Daddy had fucked copiously during the previous 24 hours, but neither had engaged in fellatio. Peter's Daddy was a fellatric maestro! And Daddy had not had his cock sucked since he and the former Mrs. Daddy had been dating. He liked it! So did Peter's Daddy. No votes were cast by Jerry's Daddy or Adam's Daddy, since they were on the floor enjoying, really enjoying, a ferocious 69 to kick off what promised to be a typical, but astoundingly wonderful Saturday night for them. Daddy could only hold back his orgasmic convulsions for three minutes and 18 seconds. But his orgasm was so intense and so prolonged that he wondered if his brother still had the key to the safe deposit box that held Daddy's will. Whew! Daddy returned to terra fucka and was faced with another decision. Peter's Daddy was standing in front of the seated Daddy. The man's ferociously erect cock's peehole was inches from Daddy's lips. To paraphrase Hamlet, "To suck or not to suck?" Daddy hadn't gotten where he had in the past 24 hours by soliloquizing and agonizing. So he took yet another big risk. And got another big payoff. Big and tasty. A mouthful of cock. Daddy's first. And, soon enough, the Cocksucker's Big Reward had him gulping down his first semen snack. Amazing what happens when a man finally surrenders to what he always wanted, but always resisted. Peter's Daddy sat next to Daddy and they kissed and fondled limp cocks for a while. Which was very nice. But things got even more interesting when Peter's Daddy broke off, stood and was replaced at Daddy's side by Adam's Daddy! Adam's Daddy was apparently interested in introducing himself to Daddy before the boys appeared in all their princess beauty. Which, truth be told, could be anywhere from 90 to 180 minutes after they left the daddies. Proper princess-dressing takes time. As does then satisfaction of certain needs that arise during princess-dressing. So the daddies, in moderation, would amuse themselves while awaiting their princesses. Amusement possibilities had expanded greatly by the introduction of Daddy to the former trio. Though amusement would need moderation should the men wish to give the boys a proper seeing-to when they finally appeared. Moderation decisions could be challenging. Especially since Adam's Daddy appeared to be and extraordinary kisser and ballhandler. When he slid an insolent finger into Daddy's anus as they kissed, Daddy was half in love. Two pre-boys orgasms were a hard and fast limit in the group's norms. But wasn't that from the era three fathers and their sons? And wasn't four a more polite number so that each daddy could greet each other daddy properly? So much to consider. Daddy wasn't thinking about numbers and group norms as he stood to allow Adam's Daddy's fingers fuller access to his anus and Adam's Daddy's mouth fuller access to his cockhead. Which he kissed as expertly as he had kissed Daddy's mouth. Oh dear! Daddy was spunking for the second time in 35 minutes! And it was a gusher! Who were these guys and where had they (and their ilk) been all of Daddy's life? Right in front of you, Daddy. All you needed to do was ask. Anyway, Daddy was about to return Adam's Daddy's kind attentions when the princesses made a startlingly early appearance. A magnificent appearance by any measure. Four exquisitely femmed-up sissyboys. Wearing flouncy petticoats, tiaras, stockings, garter belts, two-inch-spike heels, and lipstick! Daddy, whose cock had just drooped from being sucked off, went to 90 percent erect when he locked eyes with Quinn. Daddy wondered for a second why Quinn blushed. Until he realized that he was naked, the other three men were naked, Adam's Daddy was kneeling in front of Daddy, Daddy's sperm was all over Adam's Daddy's face and Daddy's cock was dripping sperm. Oh well. It's the new reality, Quinn, Daddy thought. Get used to it. The boys. Focus on the boys. The little prickteasers were flouncing around the room. Lifting up their skirts to reveal they pantyless stiffies. This was to be Daddy's future Saturdays? Way better than a half-billion lottery win. After a teasy five minutes of prancing, Peter declared that the games were to begin. "We'll start with an old favorite," Peter said. "Spin the bottle." The pretty lad produced a bottle and had the men, less his own father, kneel in a circle. He spun the bottle and it landed on Adam's Daddy. Lucky Peter, Daddy thought. Off they went to one of the home's four bedrooms. Jerry was next. The bottle pointed straight at Daddy! Jerry stood, offered his hand to Daddy, and off they went. Daddy looked over his shoulder at Quinn, who would be getting fucked by either Peter's Daddy or Jerry's Daddy. He hoped Quinn enjoyed it. But not too much. For his part, Jerry was delighted that the bottle had delivered Daddy to him. The boys' fathers had scouted Quinn and his Daddy well before offering them membership and the consensus was strong that Daddy was a hunk. Jerry hoped that Daddy hadn't spunked too much with the other men. Daddy hoped the same. Because Jerry was a beauty. Blonde, curly hair. Big lips and eyes. A splendid ass. Long, stocking-encased legs. And he wanted Daddy to FUCK him! Jinkies! Daddy hoped he didn't lose his load before he gave Jerry what all sensible boys want. A good, stiff fucking! Jerry couldn't get his princess gown off fast enough. Leaving the young beauty wearing only a pink garter belt; pink, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings; and pink, stiletto pumps. Daddy sat in the bedroom's only comfy chair as Jerry sat on the enflamed man's bare lap. The little cherub's ass felt so good on Daddy's hairy thigh. Daddy drew Jerry to him for some delicious, open-mouth kisses. Oh! No problem with that erection thing. Daddy felt as if he could poke a hole in the wall. As they tasted tongues, Jerry was running his sissy fingers through Daddy's chest hairs. Daddy loved that. But he had an anal agenda. "Stand up, Sweetie so I can eat your ass," the man ordered. Jerry obeyed. Obediently. Daddy applied his newfound experience in anal nourishment by chowing down immediately and strenuously. He found it amazing that his tongue could stay so stiff so long. And that Jerry's little pucker was so erotically delicious. Daddy also liked the way Jerry kept uttering those desperate little squeals rooted not only in sexual surrender and pleasure, but also in fear for one's mortality. (not morality) Once Daddy's rectal hunger had been sated for the moment, he applied the ubiquitous Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to his fingers. Then to Jerry's bumhole. When Daddy's second finger grazed Jerry's prostate, Jerry did what all sweet young boys do in such situations. He screamed and creamed! Loud screaming. Big creaming. Daddy liked his prospects for a happy life. Before Jerry could completely settle down from his death-defying orgasm, Daddy greased his rammer and shoved it into the lad. Fully. All at once. Which startled Jerry so much that he was unable to scream. Only to gasp. And, through tear-filled eyes, submit to one of the best fuckings of his life thus far. Mr. Lustmore is my new lover, Jerry thought. Besides his Daddy, of course. And Peter's Daddy. And Adam's Daddy. And two, make that three of his teachers. And Mr. Smith at the paper store who gave Jerry a free Sissy Boy magazine every week in exchange for you-know-what. But Mr. Lustmore was at the top of Jerry's list. At least until the next round of spin-the-bottle. Five – Meanwhile, back in Quinn's backside The bottle had declared Peter's Daddy to be Quinn's first matchup. Which was cool in a way, because they got the master bedroom, with its bed the size of Lichtenstein. And Peter's Daddy's cock was the biggest of the four cabal members. Let's stipulate that Peter's Daddy's sissyboy-fucking experience ensured a pleasant afternoon journey to Spermland for the young beauty. Then let's add some details. Peter's Daddy wasted no time getting Quinn's party gown up, over Quinn's head, and onto the floor. Leaving the lovely boy wearing only his dark-tan stockings, frilly garter belt, and short-but-spiked, high heels. What a sight! And the boy was practically quivering with lust. And a deep need to be fucked. Peter's Daddy had often thought that the party dresses were superfluous, since they came off and stayed off as soon as the first man was with the first boy. But the little angels loved dressing up. And only a fool would mess with what was clearly a winning formula. Quinn was a rare beauty. Younger by a year than the other three. And almost a virgin. He had surely been fucked by his Daddy the day before, but Peter's Daddy was pretty sure that Quinn's Daddy had left the boy virginal in at least a few ways. He aimed to find out. Soon. The naked hunkster sat on the room's big, comfy chair and drew Quinn to his lap. Kissing is always a lovely start. Enhanced by tongueage. And, of course, cock-stroking. Quinn blushed at the notion that he was handling his first, non-Daddy, man's cock. Except for Edward. Who didn't count because it was a retail thing. Quinn liked handling cock. He saw a future where he would be handling cocks. Lots of them. Though he knew that he could stop being gay whenever he wanted. Quinn loved the way Peter's Daddy was grunting his pleasure as Quinn kissed him and felt his man's parts. He liked the fact that the agenda was up to Peter's Daddy. Quinn liked being submissive. A bottom with a lovely bottom. So he just followed Mr. Spunker's lead as the man broke the kiss and moved his mouth to Quinn's right nipple! Which he kissed, licked and sucked!! His nipple! Daddy had never touched Quinn's nipples. No one, not even Quinn, had touched Quinn's nipples. And there Peter's Daddy was. Driving Quinn half mad with lust from having his nipple adored like that. Peter's Daddy was pleased. And said to himself, that's one pleasure center I've awakened in this young beauty. He was eager to open more. So he did. Having one's nipple sucked is astonishingly delicious. Having one's nipple sucked while one's lover has two fingers up one's bum, tormenting one's prostate is almost deadly. Quinn was shuddering in agonized ecstasy as Peter's Daddy moved his mouth to Quinn's left nipple and added a third finger to his anal attack. Quinn's battlements crumbled. His spermies abandoned their defensive positions and fled. In seven sweeping arcs. Quinn screamed the screams of the truly spunk-drained. Which delighted Peter's Daddy. And amused Adam and Jerry's Daddy, who were kissing and fucking slowly, but sluttily in the bedroom next door. Having penetrated Quinn's defenses, Peter's Daddy mounted his youngster from the rear and SHOVED his fat penis into Quinn's almost virginal boy pussy. Drawing only an audible gasp from the scream-depleted beauty. Quinn was being fucked. Really fucked. By someone with fucking experience. Quinn adored it. Though he wasn't about to abandon his Daddy's loving attentions. Daddy would do better with time. Quinn was sure of it. Some other skills that Daddy needed remediation on, Quinn learned as Peter's Daddy serviced the boy most serviceably. Daddy hadn't sucked Quinn's penis yet! A whole new opportunity for Daddy to excel. Daddy hadn't tried sucking Quinn's stockinged toes either. Not to mention licking up his own spermies from Quinn's drooling creampie. All of which, Peter's Daddy demonstrated to the stockinged lovely that lovely Saturday. And all of which Daddy was learning about from his three instructors that lovely day – in order, Jerry, Adam and Peter. Six – Home again, home again. The record is a bit murky about when Quinn and Daddy returned home. It was daylight. They remember that. But it could have been early morning or midday that Sunday. It was Sunday. Not Monday. Wasn't it? Anyway, father and son had enjoyed their new friends. And the new friends were all enthusiastic about having Quinn and Daddy back the next Saturday. Daddy was wondering how he was going to avoid stopping by Adam's house before Saturday to visit Adam. And Adam's Daddy. He and Quinn were home barely five minutes when Daddy got a text from Adam's Daddy inviting Quinn and Daddy for a sleepover on Tuesday. Problem solved. Mostly. Tuesday seemed far off when one's cock was miraculously stiff (despite a year's worth of sex in less than a full day). Maybe it wasn't a problem. Quinn was making goo-goo eyes at Daddy. You know the kind. The kind that say, "Come fuck me! I need your fat cock inside me now!" The kind we would all like to see several times each day. "Give me fifteen minutes, Daddy. OK?" Quinn breathed. Daddy gasped out an OK. Fifteen minutes seemed far off when one's cock was miraculously stiff. But Daddy endured. Until he heard, "Daddy, I'm ready." Lilting at him from Quinn's room. Daddy took the stairs three at a time, ran into Quinn's room and saw a delightful vision. Quinn was naked except for the briefest of pink, babydoll nighties. No panties. No stockings. Luscious lipstick. He was on all fours on his bed. Bumhole gleaming with lube. A well-greased buttplug had done the jobs of dilation and lubrication. All Daddy needed to do was get naked, climb onto the bed, slide out Quinn's buttplug. Replace it with his cock. Go to town. No way. Daddy had some other things to do with and for Quinn first. Great things. Beginning with lifting Quinn's babydoll up, then licking Quinn's nipples as he slid the buttplug over and back across Quinn's tender prostate. Then licking and sucking Quinn's "boy's helmet" until the boy was desperately heaving his cummies out. Then a good stiff fucking. But only then. Daddy guessed he needn't worry about sexual dry spells again. He was right. Please tell me what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com. I know I haven't been writing as much as I used to. Three reasons for that. 1) real life had been challenging 2) I'm afraid that I've run out of ideas and am just repeating myself 3) reader response has slowed to a trickle, which suggests that 2) is right. There will be no sequels to this storyline. But I may write other stories with this title where the boys dress up and the men like it.