Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2021 14:48:05 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy First Date (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy First Date (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 donate to nifty.org. One -- Closet door opened wide Teddy Dickinson almost purred that October afternoon when he got into a cocksucking rhythm with his best friend Kyle Spermacelli's sweet, little, heavily-foreskinned prick. Teddy loved Kyle, regardless of the fact that the 11-year-olds had only known each other for a month. The sixth-graders met on their first day at Proudcock Middle School. Teddy fell for Kyle that first day. Triggered by seeing the puerile magnificence that was Kyle, Teddy's dormant gayness awoke and enveloped him that day. Snuck up on him and slid over him and into him. The boys shared first-period math class and were seated next to each other that first day. Stealing little glances at each other all through class. Oh my, poor Teddy thought. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be exchanging looks like the ones Kyle and I are looking with girls. Why am I flirting with a boy? Am I gay? Happily, Teddy was and is gay. Though he never knew it for sure until 3:43 that very afternoon. Teddy and Kyle had spoken over their corn dog and french fries school "hot lunch." The subtext (I want to get naked with you and exchange every bodily fluid except pee and blood) was never spoken. Nor was S-E-X mentioned when Teddy invited Kyle to his house after school to "play games." This was the first year that Teddy was being allowed to be a latch-key kid, so the game players would have the house to themselves. The pretty young boys didn't need the whole house. Just Teddy's nice, double bed. Where they finally dropped pretenses as well as their drawers and got buck-ass naked in record time. Kyle was clearly the experienced, dominant one of the pair. Teddy didn't mind at all. One doesn't complain about such things when one's new friend has his mouth on one's mouth, his hand on one's skinned prick knob, and his fingers in one's asshole. Teddy and Kyle became the best of friends that day and every school day afternoon until that Tuesday in October that opened the story. Untypically, Teddy's Daddy finished early with a client and decided to go straight home. Daddy didn't yell for Teddy when he entered the house. Just read the mail as he drank a beer. Was grateful for the rare, alone-in-the-house-without-his-wife time. After 15 minutes, he decided to go see if his son was being good or was masturbating again. Daddy had caught Teddy masturbating quite a few times over the last month. Daddy guessed that it was a natural thing. He chuckled as he remembered the many times he had "spanked Elvis" when he was a tween. Truth be told, Daddy liked catching Teddy in the act. The boy had an amazing body and a gorgeous face. On two occasions, Daddy had caught Teddy at the "moment" and got to watch his boy's pretty penis shoot spectacular strands of his love juice all over his yummy nipples and tummy. Teddy had always been somewhat embarrassed when Daddy caught him, of course, but he didn't stop wanking whenever he felt the need. Daddy didn't really punish Teddy and he didn't tell his wife about it either. Women don't understand men's disgusting needs and filthy urges. Or they do and they don't care. Daddy noted a couple of strange things about Teddy's wanking. First, whenever Daddy caught the boy, the boy got flustered and sort of apologized. But Teddy made no effort to cover his nakedness or clean up his cum right away. It was as if he wanted his Daddy to see him naked. And his cum-drooling penis. Second, each time Daddy left the scene of solitary sex, the man felt an urgent need to masturbate. He would stagger to the ensuite in the master bedroom and whack away frantically until his juices and pedo-incest thoughts had been drowned in mansperm. Mostly. Well, that very day, the game would change. In fact, so would the playing fields. Daddy approached Teddy's room stealthily. He heard Teddy grunting and gasping. Whimpering too. It appeared that Daddy had arrived at the best possible time. Teddy was giving off "I'm going to cum any instant now" sounds, just as he did when Daddy had witnessed his earlier orgasms. Oh boy, Daddy thought. I'm going to see something that will give me wank material for weeks. He was sort of right. Daddy opened Teddy's bedroom door and there Teddy was, all right. Just as Daddy predicted. Grunting and gasping his way to a stunning orgasm. With a few added details. Another boy, almost as pretty and sexy as Teddy, had Teddy's little cock in his mouth and was tormenting Teddy's fiery, red knob with his tongue. Both were naked and flushed with sex. The room smelled much cummier than when Teddy had been the only one spilling his seed in there. The other boy was on the bed on his knees bent over onto his lover's prick. His naked, slightly parted bumcheeks were pointed right at Daddy! Daddy saw pink!!! He had never seen a boy's pink!! The man's cock was threatening to break off from his body and take care of its own needs if Daddy didn't do something. But what could he do? His son was GAY! And so was the other little creampuff. Oh no. GAY! Daddy dismissed all his own numerous, gay, impure thoughts and dreaded the future of his family. And who was that other kid anyway? Bringing gayness to Daddy's family home. Making poor, confused Teddy quasi-gay. Wait. Maybe this was the first time they were doing that stuff. Maybe Teddy lost (or won) a bet with the other kid and that was the payoff. A one-time experiment. Yeah. While Daddy was rationalizing, Teddy was cumming down Kyle's throat. Daddy watched in aroused horror as he tried unsuccessfully to purge the image that he was the one sucking Teddy's cock and swallowing all that sweet boy's cream. Daddy didn't move. The boys weren't aware of his presence. And then they were. Teddy yelped. Kyle squeaked. Daddy frowned menacingly. He was about to ask, "What's going on here?" when Kyle said, "Mr. Dickinson, I'm sorry you had to see us like this before we told you about us. Teddy and I are in love." Cheeky little bastard, Daddy thought. Daddy put on his meanest face and once again was going to speak, but Kyle got there first. "Oh, Mr. Dickinson. I'm sorry that your son and I are two little, homo, sissy, fagboys, hungry for cock. But that's who we are. I see you're very angry. You're scaring me. What are you going to do to us? You're a big, strong man and we're two helpless little sissyboys. Are you going to FUCK us?" Huh? No one said anything about fucking. Teddy and Kyle hadn't fucked, though they had done a lot of naughty anal stuff. Was Kyle inviting Daddy to fuck him and Teddy? It certainly appeared so. Daddy's angry look was replaced by a confused look. Teddy was confused and aroused. Did he want Daddy to fuck him? He had never really thought about that. But it sounded awfully good now that the idea was on the table. Before Daddy and Teddy could regain their wits, Kyle jumped out of bed and sissied over to his book bag. He reached in and pulled out a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant {the Sissyboy's Friend). He then got back on the bed, lay on his back, slid a pillow under his hips and asked Daddy, "Do you want to lube me up with Spermbutt and your fingers or do you want to eat my little boypussy first? Or do you want to fuck Teddy first and I'll get him lubed up for you?" Oh my. A real, life-turning point. Daddy thought, do I throw this cheeky little homo out Teddy's window? Do I fuck the new kid? Or do I fuck Teddy? Daddy thought for maybe 15 seconds and selected Door Number Three. As the master of ceremonies, Kyle asked Teddy, "Do you want your Daddy to fuck you?" Teddy looked terrified. But he nodded yes. "Is it OK if I lube your bottom for your Daddy first?" Teddy was about to answer when Daddy broke in. "On your stomach, Baby. Knees up. Stick your bum up a bit. That's it." And Daddy, surprising everyone there (but not nifty.org readers), proceeded to strip nude, then inflict cannibalism on his only son's spectacular bumhole. Those soundproof windows Daddy had invested in last year were paying for themselves, because Teddy was in an agony of pleasure. His Daddy was eating his ass! And doing a fantastic job of it. Almost as if Daddy had been planning just such an anal assault on Teddy for some time. Teddy and Kyle licked each other's cute little bumholes sometimes, but Daddy was DEVOURING his anus and the surrounding delights. Giving Teddy's balls an occasional, startling lick from behind. Making the boy squeal and, inevitably, squirt. Big squirts. Most of which landed on Kyle's face, since the boy had insinuated his head under Teddy's torso in order to suck Teddy off as Daddy was eating him out. Oh. That whole scenario had Daddy's libido boiling. He was going to abandon the Spermbutt and just shove his enormous schwanstucker into Teddy's sopping hole. But Kyle was being the grownup that day. "Teddy's not ready yet, Mr. Dickinson. You'll hurt him and he won't want you to fuck him for a week or two. Do you think you'll be able to wait a week or two to fuck Teddy again?" That stopped Daddy. Like all men, he hated when someone talked sense during sex. But Kyle was right. Daddy watched as Kyle gave a clinic on anal fuck preparation. One Spermbutted finger in the love hole. Then two. And three. Daddy observed how loose that was making Teddy, but also how randy it made him as well. Daddy liked the next part of preparation a lot too. Kyle, a boy whom Daddy had known for 18 minutes, was rubbing Spermbutt all over Daddy's big, hard, twitching cock. Daddy decided that he no longer needed to worry about Teddy falling in with a bad crowd in school. Teddy had selected a perfect best friend as far as Daddy was concerned. Kyle was a sexual prodigy. And Daddy had already granted Kyle honorary citizenship in the Dickinson family. Anyway, Kyle stopped rubbing up Daddy because he wanted Daddy to preserve erections for both Teddy and himself. Kyle wanted Daddy to fuck him too before the mother of the house returned. Daddy's cock wasn't going to be any readier. He rubbed Teddy's butt as he said, "I love you" to his precious son. Teddy grunted out something unintelligible, which it was later discovered was "Fuck me now, please, Daddy. I can't wait any more." Daddy obliged. The knob and half of the shaft stormed the barricades. Teddy squealed but didn't scream. Very good. Daddy shoved the other four inches in and they were in business. The fucking business. "Oh, Daddy!" Teddy gasped. "That's so good. Kyle says we have a `boy's place' in there and I think you're rubbing on it. Oh!" Daddy was in heaven. Teddy was in heaven. Kyle, who had gotten the ball rolling, was merely a watcher. He could wait. The pretty boy was pretty sure that Mr. Dickinson was too excited to hold back his spermies for very long. Which was why Kyle was content with being second in line for Daddy cock. His prostate would get at least twice as many rubs as Teddy's did. In Kyle's estimation, Teddy was a lucky duck. He LIVED with that hunky man. They could fuck any time they wanted. Which would be frequently. What about Teddy's Mom, you ask? Once she figures out that her husband is fucking their son, she'll be delighted, Kyle thought. Even Kyle knew that most women are happy that they wouldn't have to put up with their husband's pitiful, futile requests for sex anymore. That sad situation described Kyle's family. And Teddy's. Kyle's Daddy and Kyle had been fucking since Kyle was ten years and three months old. Teddy didn't know about Kyle and his Daddy. But he should have been able to figure it out after that day's love fest. Is there anything naughtier and more life-changing than the moment when Daddy's cock first rubs a boy's prostate? Teddy tried to think about the implications of being in a homosexual, underage, incestuous relationship with his father. But he couldn't think. All the blood that should have been feeding his brain had fled to his cock. So he just moaned and begged for a harder fucking. Daddy was very happy to oblige. Two minutes into Teddy's butt, Daddy had already declared it the GOAT of his life's sex acts. [GOAT = Greatest of all time] So he wasn't exactly thinking either. Kyle was thinking how happy he was to have been a matchmaker for two people who, from then on, would enjoy each other's company more than ever. And how he wished they would speed it up so that Kyle would get some of that big, hot, hard, man cock. Kyle's wish soon came true. Daddy could only hold on for nine minutes and twelve seconds. When Teddy felt his bum being flooded with Daddy's hot load, he screamed out, "DADDY!!!!" and spunked as if it were his first of the day. Wow! Father and son. Naked. Exhausted. Lying on their backs. Kissing. Daddy's cock looked as if it had been subdued by a ninja warrior with an axe to grind. Dead. Lifeless. Useless for hours. Which would have meant that Kyle wouldn't be "getting any" until his Daddy tucked him in at 8:30. Unacceptable Time to go to the bookbag again. Kyle reached in and extracted two items that he had carried in anticipation of this inevitable occasion. Two babydoll nighties. Soft and filmy. Almost transparent. One pink. One a light purple. Taking his time and making sure that Daddy and Teddy saw it all, Kyle shivered into the purple confection. Oh. The babydoll only went an inch below Kyle's belly button. And no panties got in the way of full, pretty-things exposure. Kyle turned around and once again showed Daddy pink! Daddy looked at Teddy for permission to fornicate ferociously with Teddy's best friend. Teddy smiled and said, "Go ahead, Daddy. I'm happy to see you happy. Plus, I'll be dating other men really soon. They'll be fucking me and I'll be sucking their big cocks. We won't need to be exclusive." Daddy winced a little at the thought of other men plowing Teddy's pussy. He vowed to think about that later and just kissed Teddy. Wetly. Then he assessed his asset. Little Daddy had begun resurrection and was half stiff. Daddy looked at Kyle, who was on his back, legs up and spread. Offering his boypussy to Daddy for fuck preparation. Well. Daddy had chosen to eat his son out, so he couldn't very well not extend Kyle the same courtesy. So he got to work. Some guys work from sun to sun, but a skilled bumlicker's work is never done. As it turned out, and Kyle would agree, Daddy was an excellent bumlicker. Better than his own Daddy. Who was quite good. Kyle was having a very good afternoon. They all were. Daddy's loving licks made Kyle cum, of course. Which to Daddy was a signal that he should apply the Spermbutt, then get the job done right. He was about to squeeze a large dollop of the miracle goo onto his hand when Teddy reappeared. Dressed (briefly) in the pink babydoll! "I can do that for you, Daddy." [Gulp] Daddy was frantic with arousal. And his cock was reaching for the stars. If only he had two cocks so he could fuck them both at once. Teddy expedited his application of Sprembutt, then stepped aside to watch his two lovers go at it. And at it they went! Was Daddy fucking Kyle and pretending Kyle was Teddy? Not really. But thinking of fucking Teddy seemed to be in his subconscious as he was enjoying an amazing, missionary-position act of coitus with a delicious eleven-year-old whose last name he did not yet know. Predictably, with all that eroticism in his brain and loins, Daddy didn't last long. At the 18-minute mark, the man flooded the bowels of one Kyle Spremacelli. Both lovers cried out in erotic fury. It was perfect. Outstanding. Life-affirming. Until... "Oh my. What have you boys been up to? And I don't want to hear, `It's not what it looks like.'" It was Teddy's MOM!!!!!! Two -- Post-Caughtness Let's review. Teddy and Kyle. In bed. Naked except for babydolls. Dried sperm on both faces and bodies. Lots of dried sperm around Teddy's bumhole. Fresh sperm oozing from Kyle's bumhole. Mr. Dickinson fully naked. Cock semi-hard and drooling sperm. Looking ferociously guilty. We don't need Judge Judy for that one. None of the alleged offenders was able to speak. So Mom laughed and said, "Relax. I've known what was going on with you two sissyboys for a month. A mother knows these things. I also knew that eventually Teddy's father would discover the amazing sex acts taking place in this room five days a week. And I knew that you would fuck the boys rather than discipline them. It's only natural. "Your secretary, Heather, and I are good friends, remember? I asked her to alert me right away if you ever left work to go home early. She did today. And this happened. "I guess I'm happy for you, Paul. I mean I hate to see you enjoying yourself this much, but at least you won't be all over me at bedtime any more. You can sleep with Teddy all night and stick your cock wherever he wants it." Teddy stirred at that. In bed with Daddy. Both of us naked. All night. Every night! "Teddy, I can see by your restiffened cock that you love the idea of your Daddy ravaging your young bottom every night. I..." Teddy was cumming. Just from imagining having Daddy inside him whenever he wanted. It was a dream come true. For Mom too, apparently. "So I can see I'm right on all counts. Kyle, your mother and I have been talking since you two got started. She says you and your Daddy have been fucking for a year now and your family has never been happier. Do you agree?" Kyle thought, "Does this woman work for the CIA or FBI?" But he said, "Yes, Ma'am." Mom smirked and said, "I thought so. Now all of you listen. This tolerance I'm showing isn't free. In return, I want a new dining-room set. I also get to entertain anyone I want in what was once the marital bed. Whenever I want. As many times as I want. No questions asked. Do we have a deal, Paul?" That was a huge change in family life that Mom proposed. It would require a great deal of thought and soul-searching before Daddy could... "Deal," Daddy said almost before Mom finished her sentence. Mom's smile was broad. Men are so easy. They will do anything for all the orgasms they can eat. "OK," she said. "Do we have a deal, Teddy?" "Oh yes, Mom. Thank you for being so understanding. I'm trembling thinking about how much fun Daddy and I will have seven or eight times a night." Which reminded Mom that she had better get some additional life insurance on her husband. She spoke once more. "As soon as I shower and get slutted up, I'm going out with friends. Remember, no questions asked. Kyle, I called your mother and she agreed that you can stay the night with Teddy and his Daddy. Up to you." "Yes, please, Mrs. Dickinson. I'm in love with both of them." Mom shook her head. Men! Three -- Before the First Date for Teddy Two weeks later. Two magnificent, cum-drenched weeks of wanton, almost-constant sex. And not just for Daddy and Teddy. Mom, as it turned out, wasted little time in arranging whatever she had to arrange to produce those sounds coming from the master bedroom every night that Mom stayed home. Which was about half the nights. Teddy and Daddy heard men's voices, women's voices, something that sounded like a donkey. The man and the boy didn't care. They were in love. And had the constantly refilling balls to prove it. No questions asked meant just that. And the male Dickinsons honored that agreement. Though they both wanted to know if a donkey had been in Mom's bed. Mom was beyond happy. No more sex with her husband. Lots of sex from her studs du jour. And lots of lesbian tongue and fingers from her friends. The donkey thing was a recording she played just to confuse the males a bit. And it was fun. Three times during those two weeks, Kyle had been an active overnight participant in Teddy and Daddy's fun time. Kyle explained that he couldn't leave his Daddy on the nights that Kyle's twelve-year-old brother Jamie and his ten-year-old brother Stevie had dates with men. He also didn't want to ignore his Daddy's needs so much that one of his brothers would replace him as his Daddy's favorite. Teddy's Daddy enjoyed the nights when he could have a mini-orgy with Teddy and Kyle. But truth be told, it was too exhausting for a man of his advanced years (34). Still, Daddy's cock exploded the night that Kyle told Teddy and Daddy about Jamie and Stevie. Kyle admitted that he hadn't told Teddy earlier because his brothers were as pretty and randy as Kyle was. And Kyle didn't need the competition. Why did Daddy's cock explode at the news? Well, Kyle happened to mention that Teddy had shown his brothers some pictures of Daddy fucking Teddy and the brothers were eager to meet Daddy! Donkey or not, Daddy's life had gotten a whole lot better. But exclusivity with Teddy was inevitably finished on that Friday two weeks into Daddy's awakening. Teddy had a date with Mr. Dreamman. Mr. Dreamman was the manager of the town's Sissy Boy World, the Biff Buggerall-owned, sissyboy-essential-item store. Teddy had spotted Mr. Dreamman when Teddy and his Mom (his mom!) were looking for provocative, extra-slutty school clothes, now that Teddy identified as a sissyboy. Mom was just a little bit controlling. Anyway, at the store that day, Teddy saw Mr. Dreamman and Mr. Dreamman saw Teddy. Teddy's heart fluttered. And his cock stood up. Mr. Dreamman's heart just about stopped. And he creamed his pants. Mr. Dreamman was supposed to be the grownup in a man-boy relationship. But Teddy was the most beautiful sissyboy Mr. Dreamman had ever seen. And he had seen a lot. As a lad, Mr. Dreamman had graced the cover of Sissy Boy magazine and its four spinoffs a total of six times. He was actually Mr. Buggerall's lover for twelve whole days!! A record at that time. [Sigh] Mr. Dreamman aged out of that lovely situation around age 14. Sadly, he became a top. An excellent top. Though he remembered his glorious bottomhood very wistfully. Mr. Dreamman made no move on the day they almost met. Teddy just happened to run into Mr. Dreamman on the following Wednesday when Teddy was walking home from school. Mr. Dreamman asked around a bit about Teddy's "availability" and stalked the young beauty until he could make a planned, random meeting. Teddy was impressed. It was the man from the store. The mega-stud with the wet crotch after he saw Teddy. The man was in his late 20s, had an amazingly handsome face and a great body. Yum! But Teddy didn't just swoon and drop to his knees when he saw Mr. Dreamman. Teddy still loved his Daddy best. And he didn't want to start off his dating life with a man who Daddy couldn't equal in sissyboy experience and expertise. Still, it was Mr. Dreamman. And Teddy was flattered that Mr. Dreamman had gone to the trouble of seeking Teddy out for some fucking. Lots of fucking, maybe. Well, Teddy was no boy slut. Not yet, anyway. So far, the only man who had punctured Teddy's pootie was his very own loving Daddy, A status held by few sissies of Mr. Dreamman's acquaintance. So Teddy played a little hard to get. "Hello, Beautiful. What's a gorgeous baby like you doing out unescorted?" Teddy managed a half-haughty expression and said, "My Daddy says I shouldn't talk to strangers." How cute, Mr. Dreamman said to himself. By now, most of the sissyboys he courted would have been on their knees with his cock in their mouths. "Do you always do what your Daddy tells you to do, Sweetie?" "Yes I do," Teddy declared emphatically. "I love my Daddy and he fucks me as often as I want. And he fucks me really well." "That's a great Daddy! Do other men fuck you too?" Teddy switched to "shy sissy mode" and looked down. "Not yet," the pretty boy mumbled sexily, followed by a quick glance at Mr. Dreamman, then down again. Wow, the man said to himself. Beautiful and teasy! Mr. Dreamman cleared his throat and asked, "I think you're the prettiest boy in the state. Could I please take you to dinner on Friday evening?" Teddy seemed to think about it a moment, then looked up and said, "Six o'clock at 123 North Maple. Drink plenty of fluids. Daddy will be there to interrogate you, but everything should be all right." Mr. Dreamman smiled broadly, gave Teddy a hug and a quick peck on the lips then said, "Best news of my life. Thank you, my angel." And he was gone. Teddy told Daddy the news about his Friday date after Daddy's second orgasm of the evening. Daddy did not take it well until... "Kyle's ten-year-old brother Stevie will be filling in for me that night. Actually, you'll be the one filling Stevie in. Stevie is hot for you, Daddy. He just started cumming and he'll be spraying it everywhere." "Well. OK. I guess that will be all right." Daddy told himself that he was a good parent for letting Teddy spread his seed around. See things from a different perspective. And that whole thing about Stevie being in bed with Daddy all night. Both of them naked. Another good thing... Wait. Daddy was stretched for an altruistic motive on Stevie-fucking. That was OK because Daddy wanted to fuck Stevie. And his brother Jamie. Eventually. And the kid who mows their lawn. And his boss's kid. You know what I'm saying. Anyway it was all set. Mr. Dreamman at the Dickinson residence at six. Stevie half an hour later. On the day that Teddy finally exported his ass, Daddy was in a gruff mood. He was very excited about fucking young Stevie, but had some performance anxiety. What if Daddy didn't meet the sissyboy's fuck standards? Would he tell his brother and his friends that Paul Dickinson was not a good lay? How horrible!! Daddy would be reduced to fucking only Teddy and only on school nights, since Teddy would be dating the town's copulation elite every weekend. Would Teddy whittle Daddy's weekly fucks all the way down to celibacy? Daddy was a worrier. Then there was the matter of parenting. Daddy couldn't just send his only son off with some pervert who only wanted to fuck Teddy. And didn't respect him as a person. There was that. So at the prescribed time, Daddy was prepared to interrogate his son's suitor to the full extent of everything. Where were Mom and Teddy? Mom was upstairs in Teddy's room, giving him a little last-minute coaching. "You look lovely, Sweetie," Mom said. "That man is going to stick his tongue right up that pretty bumhole then fill you with his rammer." "Rammer" seemed a bit scary to Teddy. But he liked the tongue-up-the-bum part. Daddy was really good at that. "Now remember, Honey," Mom said. "You have something this man wants...no it's something he NEEDS. Don't be in a hurry to give it up. Wait at least 30 minutes after dinner before you let him lick your butt. You can kiss and handle each other's pricks during that time to get steamed up. Make sure he uses lots of Spermbutt. Tell him what you want and what you don't want. And please, fucking is fine for a sissyboy on a first date, but don't say you love him." Teddy wasn't sure how much, if any, of that advice he would take, but he still said, "Thanks, Mom." Mother and son heard the doorbell downstairs. Teddy's little, sissy heart fluttered. It was Mr. Dreamman! He was sure of it. And he was right. Mom had to physically restrain the boy from zooming downstairs to his date's arms. "Easy, Tiger," Mom said. "Don't look over anxious. You have the pussy, thus the power. Don't give it away." Actually, Teddy thought, that was good advice. Four -- The Aforementioned Date Teddy was almost peeing his pretty, little panties he was so excited about going on his first date with a super-hunky studmuffin. And said studmuffin was in the house. Inside. With Teddy's Daddy. Who was surely embarrassing Teddy the way parents feel driven to do. Teddy had to get downstairs before Mr. Dreamman thought that Teddy's boypussy, while amazingly awesome, wasn't worth the baloney associated with it. The man might even leave! But Mom wasn't letting Teddy leave his room. "Ten minutes, Teddy," Mom said. "It will build his anticipation and show him you're not just desperate for his cock." "But Mom, I am desperate for his cock." Mom chuckled and said, "Of course you are, but he doesn't know that. Also, your father wants to play protective Daddy. He'll be giving Mr. Dreamman the third degree. Mr. Dreamman and you can laugh about it between your third and fourth fucks tonight. Now I've packed a bag for you for tonight. Let me show you." Meanwhile, downstairs... Daddy was regarding Mr. Dreamman with a jealous leer. "So you want to fuck my son, eh?" "Yes, sir. I think Teddy is the most fuckable boy in town, and I think that's largely because of you, sir. You gave him great genes, excellent parenting, and a sex education without equal." Daddy backed off. I like this guy, he thought. But he had to continue his fatherly role with his sissyboy son's first date. "Listen to me when I tell you this. You hurt my son and they'll find you in a shallow grave. Clear?" "Crystal." "And listen to this. Teddy's curfew is non-negotiable. You must have him back home by nine." Mr. Dreamman's face fell. Nine o'clock was three hours off! They would only be able to fuck three or four times! Probably only three. Or two. Horror! "A.M.," Daddy concluded. Whew! That's more like it. It appeared to Mr. Dreamman that Teddy's Daddy was just messing with the boy's suitor. And enjoying it. "One more thing, young man. As I presume you know, my cock is the only one that has penetrated Teddy's deliciously beautiful bumhole. I need to make sure that you aren't too small to satisfy him or too big and would hurt him." Mr. Dreamman wondered how Teddy's Daddy was about to do that. And then he found out. "So let's see it," Daddy said. Well. Mr. Dreamman hadn't been asked to do that for a concerned parent before. But he truly wanted Teddy. Who should be appearing at any moment. So Mr. Dreamman whipped out his wienie. Daddy drooled involuntarily. Mr. Dreamman's cock was a fine example of masculine sex parts. Pink more than dark. With a long hood covering its pleasure center at that moment. Drooping because of the oddness of the situation. It was maybe an inch shorter than Daddy when he was droopy. For proper parenting, Daddy had to see it erected. "I can't really tell how big you'll be when you get fully situated in Teddy's love furnace. I can take care of that as I perform my hygiene taste test to see if you keep your penis clean." Mr. Dreamman stared in amused disbelief as Teddy's Daddy dropped to his knees and took Mr. Dreamman's big boy into his mouth. Slurping. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. Oh dear. Mr. Dickinson was an excellent cocksucker and Mr. Dreamman had gotten himself all sexed up thinking about his date with Teddy. He was about to..." "Daddy! What are you doing? That first load of the night, the extra creamy one, that's mine." Daddy stopped sucking. Grudgingly. "You're right, Honey. I'm sorry. I was just doing some due diligence so you don't have any problems on your first date." Teddy forgave Daddy and kissed him goodbye as he whisked Mr. Dreamman out the door. Mom saw the whole thing and chuckled. Then she went out to a local S&M place where she was already becoming a popular dominatrix. Mr. Dreamman held the door on his 2021 Mercedes convertible for Teddy. The lovers-to-be shared laughs about Daddy's antics with Mr. Dreamman. "Daddy likes you, Mr. Dreamman. I think he wants you in his bed. Were you ever a sissyboy?" Mr. Dreamman gave Teddy an understated synopsis of his years as a sissyboy. Teddy was impressed. Then he asked, "Do you ever get on the bottom and play sissyboy any more?" An insightful question. "Sometimes. I do miss being a sissyboy giving myself to real men. But that won't interfere with our magical night, will it?" "Of course not, Mr. Dreamman. I want you inside of me as soon as you can get there." "Want to skip the restaurant and go to my place?" "Yes!" And so they did. Teddy liked the man's apartment. Upscale and neat. With a bed the size of a politician's ego. Teddy had some tantalizing changes of clothes in the bag Mom packed for him, but for the opening rounds he chose good, old naked. So did Mr. Dreamman. A sight that stunned Teddy. Men usually looked bad completely naked. Mr. Dreamman looked amazing. What was that folderol Mom said about waiting 30 minutes before taking in his date? Too bad, Mom. Man and boy kissed for 10 delicious minutes, the man ate the boy out for another ten. A quick Spermbutting ensued. And at the 22-minute mark, Mr. Dreamman's cock was in its happiest home ever. Teddy was flat on his stomach. Impaled from behind by someone who knew how to wield his penis. After ten huffing and puffing minutes, Mr. Dreamman rolled Teddy to their left sides and they went at it in the spoon position. Which allowed for deeper penetration and allowed Mr. Dreamman to assault Teddy's pricklet with his rough, but gentle hands. Skinning the boy's knob as he fucked him. Telling him how beautiful and sexy the boy was. The inevitable. Thick wads of boy cum all over the sheets. Followed by a deluge of manly sperm up the boy's keister. Yum! So good. Mr. Dreamman kept fucking Teddy until his cock softened somewhat and the boy's rectal muscles rejected the penis that had just given it the time of its life. As well as some lovely gobs of thick sperm. Kissing. Cuddling. An auspicious beginning for a fine date. Meanwhile at the Dickinson home, Daddy had just about forgotten about Mr. Dreamman fucking Teddy. It appeared that Stevie and Daddy had hit it off. Judging by the large creampie of sperm oozing from Stevie's bumhole. And Daddy's big, happy smile. Daddy believed that Kyle's ten-year-old brother was a more than adequate substitute for Teddy. The boy had arrived on time for their sleepover. Wearing only a trench coat over tiny pink panties, pink Mary Jane shoes, and those frilly, white socks. His big, puffy nipples were like little diamonds when Daddy pounced on them for licks and kisses. The boy liked foreplay. And so did Daddy. So they spent a decent amount of time giving Stevie his first cum. Just from having his nipples worshipped. Daddy hadn't even seen Stevie's privates yet. He was sure he would not be disappointed. The man insinuated his fingers into the boy's skimpy panties. Easing them down for erotic effect. Until... Oh my! Stevie's boy's things were tiny. Maybe two inches soft and drooling sperm. Lots of sperm. The boy could spunk. And the little pebbles were so cute. And looked kissable. Daddy kissed them. Just to make sure. And licked them. All over the boy's parts where Stevie had shot his cream. Lapping it all up. Stevie groaned approvingly as Daddy sucked his little tickler. Which had grown to a ferocious four inches under Daddy's delightful licks and sucks. Daddy was having a really good time. As were Teddy and Mr. Dreamman in that monstrous bed. They were resting after their second love tussle came to a very happy ending when Mr. Dreamman asked, "What's in the bag your mother gave you? I hope it's food." Teddy giggled. He was a bit hungry too. But more curious about what Mom sent. He opened it. Slickyboy Masturbation Cream and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant obviously. As if Mr. Dreamman didn't have vats of that stuff at his apartment. But what was this? Oh my. Teddy had almost forgotten that Mom hadn't just bought the boy school clothes that day at Sissy Boy World. She had also bought Teddy "sleep"wear. The kind of stuff where, if you wear it, you get little or no sleep. Because you're being furiously fucked all night. Mr. Dreamman sold that stuff. So he was quite interested in seeing how young Teddy would look in it. Teddy blushed a little when he extracted a cute, little, black nightie with pink ribbons at the hem. Teddy looked at Mr. Dreamman for his reaction. Teddy had only worn lingerie once. The afternoon when he and Kyle had seduced Daddy. Teddy wasn't against lingerie. He just hadn't... "I loved lingerie when I was a sissyboy, Honey. I was on the cover of Sissy Boy Lingerie magazine twice." Whoa. "You were on the Sissy Boy cover?" "Six times. I even had a torrid, twelve-day love affair with Biff Buggerall." Teddy was impressed. He had no idea that sissyboy royalty was fucking him that lovely evening. "Well, if it makes you happy. And spunky. I'll wear it for you. Just let me run into the bathroom and clean up a bit." It took a few minutes to clean off all the man sperm from Teddy's hair, face, chest, stomach and private areas, but Teddy did it. Then he put on the uber-sexy babydoll. And was smitten once again by his mirror image. Like any card-carrying sissyboy, Teddy adored his own image. Mr. Dreamman understood all that. And waited patiently. Another advantage of having a lover who "gets" sissyboyhood. Not to mention a lover whose eight-inch cock is chomping at the bit when he sees his sissyboy in a babydoll. Oh dear. It didn't appear that Teddy would be getting much if any sleep on his first date. Or any of his dates, he concluded. Five -- Apres-Date And they all lived happily until nine a.m., when the boys had to be returned to their parents. Daddy's plan was to consume Teddy with kisses and fucks, as he returned from the field of fornication. But they were both too tired. The lovers resumed their ardor when they awoke at noon. And kept their ardor nice and hot four of five nights a week. The other two or three sleepovers each week were love tussles of Teddy and Mr. Dreamman or one of Teddy's "new man friends." Mr. Dreamman was three-quarters in love with Teddy. Teddy was maybe one-quarter in love with Mr. Dreamman. He was a great guy and a superb fucker, but Teddy wasn't ready to be tied down. Daddy did not suffer from that arrangement. The Spermicelli brothers, Jamie, Kyle and Stevie, made sure that Daddy would have one of their bodies to ravage on nights that Teddy was not home. Until... It was a dreadful Wednesday. Somehow, the universe had spun wildly for a second and a scheduling conflict scheduled Daddy out of a sleepover with a sissyboy. The Spermicellis had overbooked themselves with hot men and couldn't (wouldn't) cancel. Teddy was dating the local chief of police. Daddy was way too smart to reschedule that. So Daddy's most enormous fear had been realized. Nightlong celibacy! What would he do? TV? Alcohol? Recreational cleaning products? Fate, as she always does, stuck her foot in. The doorbell rang. Daddy's heart leapt. Was it Aaron, the ten-year-old boy who mows our lawn? I'll bet he just wants me so bad that he's here to offer his body to me. And he brought his cute, nine-year-old brother along, I'll bet. Daddy was wrong. It was Mr. Dreamman. "Oh, hi, Jeff. Come on in. Is everything OK?" "Everything is not OK, Paul. Celibacy is a scary thing, don't you think?" "Amen, brother. Would you like a beer?" The men settled down with their beers and discussed sports and work. Which is what men do. After 32 minutes, they started communicating. "You know, Paul, I didn't come by tonight to complain. Although, that's usually fun. I came by because I had a way around our celibacy tonight. And maybe some other nights too." Daddy gave Mr. Dreamman the dumbest look in his repertoire and said the equivalent of "Huh?" "Well, it's like this." Mr. Dreamman reached into a bag he brought with him. I thought you might want to look at the covers of these older Sissy Boy magazines." Still dumbfounded, Daddy looked. The man had pretty much a complete (though hardly mint) collection of Sissy Boy and its spinoffs in his "secret stash." He looked again. It was Johhny. The boy Daddy had spilled seas of seed so many times on those nights when his wife wouldn't give it up. Many nights. Wait. He looked at the magazines. He looked at Mr. Dreamman. Could it be? "You're Johnny," Daddy declared. "Guilty. I was wondering why you sucked my prick the night that Teddy went off with me for the first time. Now I know. Even though I'm a bit older, your subconscious told you to make love to me." Daddy was not one who enjoyed thinking, but he was giving it his all. Was Jeff proposing that we, he and I...instead of being with a boy tonight...? Oh. As Daddy was thinking, Mr. Dreamman was stripping down to his black lingerie -- stockings, garterbelt, bra, panties straining back a hyper-aroused prick. Daddy cleared his throat. "Would I...? "You'll never have to. I will be a bottom for you exclusively. Now and always." Always? What did Jeff mean? He's going up the stairs to Teddy's bedroom. His ass looks so good in those panties. Daddy follwed. Mr. Dreamman entered the room first. Daddy was a hundredth of a second behind for the silver. Daddy dropped his pants as Mr. Dreamman got onto his back, knees up. Wow. "You'll get me ready like you did for Teddy, the Spremicelli boys, and your paperboy, what was his name?" "I never fucked that boy," Daddy said. "Only molested him once, when I bought him ice cream. But yes. A big yes. I would be happy to." "That's great news. They all say you're the best bumlicker ever." "Let's see if you agree," Daddy said. 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