Date: Sun, 22 May 2022 18:59:08 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Lawbreakers (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Lawbreakers (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. Some might say this is a bit pervier than my other true-life tales. And shorter. But that is in the penis of the beholder. One -- Politics -- Ugh! Virgil Dangler was very disappointed with his elected representatives, both federal and state. Had it been the early 2020s, Virgil would have been firmly in the majority on that disappointment. Only seven or eight percent of the people of our United States said they trusted the Congress. That changed dramatically, of course, when the Congress got off its Congressional ass and Congressed through the Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the Constitution. Three-quarters of the states ratified it in like a week-and-a-half and the age of consent for boys was lowered to ten years and three months. Any poll taken in the next ten years showed that Congress's approval rating made a bit of an upbump. To 80 percent. At least among men. Every legislator who voted for it got what they all want -- effortless reelection. Virgil was firmly in the camp of the 20 percent who still disliked Congress. A lot. Well, you say, then he should vote against the perpetrators. Not be part of some mob that storms the Capitol. Virgil couldn't really do either. He was ineligible to vote. And he couldn't travel to Washington for any good old-fashioned, in-person rage because he wasn't allowed to cross the street by himself. Virgil was only eight years and nine months old. And he was randy. Very randy. In Virgil's view, it was very short-sighted of Congress to penalize pedo-Americans who loved boys even younger than ten and three. And what birdbrain decided that younger boys didn't want a man's hard lovestick up their pooties? It was downright prejudice and unfairness to octo-Americans and nono-Americans! Virgil had been born into the post-Twenty-Ninth era. So all around him, older boys like his two brothers were taking it up the bum good and proper, six or seven days a week. Sometimes six or seven times a day! Virgil often naked-flashed his brothers' boyfriends and manfriends when they came to the house for a good, stiff fucking. Virgil was young, but he saw the way men looked at him. They were stiff and squirmy. They wanted Virgil, he was sure of it. But they were too chicken. Just because of some old potential fifteen-year prison sentence or something. Wasn't Virgil worth the risk? Let's see. Two -- Risky business Frank Perver was somewhat unsatisfied with the Twenty-Ninth as well. At age 42, the boylover had spanned the pre- and post-ten-and-three eras. In some ways, he longed for the good old days. When boyfucking was thought of as dirty and vile. Because it was. Let's be honest with ourselves. If fucking isn't dirty and vile, is it as much fun? Mr. Perver didn't think so. In the old days, he was risking 15 years in a confined space with a gentleman of poor character whether the boy he pleasured was eight, nine, ten, all the way up to 17. Mr. Perver didn't fuck seven-year-olds. That would be wrong. It went against his moral code. But in his mind, nothing surpassed the feel of a warm, ridiculously-tight, eight-year-old bumhole surrounding his cock. He had fucked enough of them to know that it wasn't abuse. Those little darlings WANTED it! And Mr. Perver gave it to them. The good part, the man rationalized, was that he now had all the ten-and-three boypussy that any man could want. Perfectly legal. No hiding. No fear. So boring. The man liked to hunt. Not just be fed. But since that darned Twenty-Ninth, everyone was on super-alert. Snitching on anyone who even bought an "illegal" boy an ice-cream cone or who offered the boy a bag of candy and a ride. What to do? Despite his lack of total fulfillment, things weren't entirely awful for Mr. Perver. As we begin our tale of tail, the man was just finishing a vigorous love bout with 10-year-old Rolf. The boy had heard through his classmates that Mr. Perver, the neighborhood pervert, knew his way around a boy's prostate and that he was quite the master of the fellatric arts and sciences. Sadly, no such university curriculum yet exists in that key field of study, but Mr. Perver had achieved widespread recognition by boys soon after they received their "ten-and -three" ID cards. "Widespread" being a most appropriate word, since a sweet BJ was almost always a catalyst for the boys to spread wide for some excellent anal-meal consumption. And as the night follows the day, fucking would soon occur. Ten-years-three-months-and-four-days-old Rolf was squealing his way to his fourth finish line of that lovely afternoon as Mr. Perver groaned out his second manly creamage up the boy's pretty butt. It was delicious. For both of them. Without fear of incarceration. Fully-coordinated with Rolf's Daddy, who Mr. Perver had courteously ensured had had first dibs. But it wasn't quite enough for our co-protagonist. He had a hunger for younger. Mr. Perver scoffed at risks. "Haaaa!" he said to risks. Like that. "Haaaaa!" He had sneaked around when risks covered all boys. He could sneak around again. Three -- No, Mr. Perver and Virgil aren't meeting yet. But you think they will? Maybe. Be patient. Mr. Perver gave Rolf a whole bunch of sweet kisses and sucked him once more to a screaming cumstorm. Then sent the boy out to his mother who was waiting in her car and waved to Mr. Perver. He unashamedly waved back. Everything was so tame. Too tame. Now you might think that a guy like Frank Perver, who was making love to two or three exquisitely beautiful and randy boys each day, would not need a porn stash. And you would be half right. Mr. Perver didn't collect most of "Sissy Boy's" fine family of magazines. Only two of them. When Biff Buggerall, CEO and Founder of Sissy Boy Enterprises began to spin=off magazines from the ridiculously successful mother ship, he tempted law enforcement by issuing "Sissy Boy Pre-Ten." SBPT, as it was called in perv circles, was a major hit, even though all the models in early editions were at least nine years old. Goodness knows how Mr. Buggerall was allowed to avoid prosecution on that, before or after the Twenty-Ninth. Rumors swirled around about legislators and cops "interviewing" the world's prettiest nine-year-old models to ensure they were not being harmed. But that's only a rumor. As he always did, Mr. Buggerall pushed the envelope even farther. He split SBPT into "Sissy Boy Eight" and "Sissy Boy Nine," each of which was a huge hit! Showing uncharacteristic caution, Mr. Buggerall did not show the eight-year-old boys in the company of on-camera men. No kissing, penetrating or being penetrated. But they were all deliciously nude or in balls-stirring lingerie. Despite this unnatural self-restriction, "Sissy Boy Eight" has been the top seller since its inception back in the pre-Twenty-Ninth era. So Mr. Perver rested his case. Men liked the young ones best. Or, since men couldn't fuck eight- or nine-year-olds, they settled for Biff's fantasy array. Mr. Perver opened that month's edition of "Sissy Boy Eight." It was a good thing he had just fucked Rolf so thoroughly and recently, because the pictures and captions always stirred his testicles. A naked super-cutie was holding his two-inch penis and saying, "You said it would get bigger if you sucked it ten times, but I think we need ten more times." Another little angel was on all-fours, shoving his open bum at the camera and saying, "Daddy says I shouldn't let you lick my heinie hole, Mister, but I don't always do what Daddy says." A third junior hottie was lying on his back, a huge dollop of man's cream slithering from his sweet bumhole and saying, "That was awesome, Mr. Bumrider! When can we do it again?" And a fourth sexy little guy in black stockings and a garter belt says, "Thanks for buying these for me, Mister. Is there anything I can do for you?" It wasn't fair, Mr. Perver said to himself as he shot six majestic sperm arcs onto his bed. I have to have some younger boypussy. I have to! What was it Scarlett O'Hara said after returning to Tara? "I'll never be hungry again!" Yeah. It was a moment like that. Four -- Meanwhile Virgil's Daddy was having a bad early Friday evening. His wife was out of town for the weekend, so he should be fucking one or both of his two older sons, Wyatt, 13, or Morgan 11. Daddy was very angry with them both, because they KNEW their mother would be gone and they still scheduled a double date with Daddy's boss and the local police chief. Dinner, then a 12-hour mini-orgy at the boss's house. No backing out. Grrrrr! Daddy often fucked them when his wife was home, but he was in for larger-than-usual doses of nagging, manipulation and emasculation if he did. So her visit to her sister's house was going to be an amazing night for Daddy. Until it wasn't. Grrrrr! Grrrrr! Even worse, Daddy would have to defend himself from Virgil, who was practically lying down in Daddy's path. On his back. Naked. Knees up to his ears. Unimaginably-tight, pre-lubed and dilated bumhole quivering with fuckability. Well, not that extreme. But close. The two older brothers went off with their fuckers du soir at around six p.m. Too early to put that little horndog Virgil to bed. Virgil. Daddy's son. And his biggest problem. Goshdarnit, Daddy knew that Virgil was the prettiest of the three of his boys. To be fair, the man had looked at pictures of the older two when they were eight and Virgil was the clear beauty princess. Daddy had seen a lot of Virgil's ass lately too. And it was also a winner. Poor Daddy! He had been daydreaming about what it would be like to immerse his cock in that ass. How would it feel to surround his very fine cockage in such a confined space? Virgil sent several blatant signals to Daddy every day that he wanted his father to make hot, steamy, cum-drenched, anal love to him. But there were two major roadblocks. And they weren't moving off the road for 18 months. One, if anyone, for any reason narced on Daddy and Virgil for fucking, and it could be proven, BOOM! That's the sound of the prison door slamming on Daddy. Two, there are large kitchen knives in the house. If Virgil's Mom even suspected, well, Daddy's testicles would leave their happy home. Daddy kept asking himself, why does Virgil have to keep pushing himself onto Daddy? OK, he's randy, but is he willing to ruin his Daddy's life for the sake of some filthy, homosexual, underage, incestuous sex? Daddy didn't remember much about boy hormones, did he? Should Daddy wear three sets of sweats or something? Maybe he would try... Just then his cell phone rang. Welcoming any diversion, though he didn't recognize the number, he answered. "Hello?" "Mr. Dangler, this is Frank Perver from across the street. We met at the neighborhood picnic last summer. I've fucked your older boys three or four times each. They tell me you are a great boylover yourself." Daddy smiled at the praise. "Yes, Mr. Perver, I remember you. You've been the neighborhood pervert for, gee, 20 years or so, right? Say, Frank, I'll bet things are different for you with the Twenty-Ninth and all, right?" "Yeah, well things are different for sure. That's the reason for my call. I think you need my help." Daddy was intrigued. How could the neighborhood pervert help him? Mr. Perver explained. "Your lovely son, Wyatt, tells me that that pretty little eight-year-old of yours is just about rubbing your face with that awesome ass of his. That could be hard time. And I know, having stayed just a half a step ahead of the law for 20-plus years. He won't leave you alone, I can tell you from personal experience. And you will get caught." A shiv of fear pierced Daddy's gut. "I know and it scares the poop out of me, Frank. But how can you help?" Mr. Perver cleared his throat and said, "Let me fuck him. I'll take the starch out of him, then find him boys his own age to do sex with. I know the system, since I've beaten it for 20 years. All you need to do is say yes." The gall! The arrogance! Asking an eight-year-old boy's father to hand the boy over to be soiled by a well-known pervert!!! Daddy's nostrils flared and he said, "Oh, Frank! You have made me a happy man! Thank you!! Thank you!! I owe you a big one. Oh, would you be able to take him home with you tonight? Now even?" "I'll be over in five minutes. I won't bring him back until you call me." "You are a lifesaver, Frank! I'll leave the door open for you. Phew!" A relieved father called to his son upstairs. Virgil was a little busy at the moment, inserting his brother Morgan's Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-doused dildo into his frighteningly-tight bum. Making sure he was completely prepared to seduce Daddy. It felt so good that he didn't hear Daddy call him. Daddy climbed the stairs and got a shock when he walked in on a naked, dry-boygasming Virgil! Daddy stepped back. Waiting a moment until Virgil came down from his cum cloud. It's in the Guy Handbook that you don't interrupt a guy in the middle of his orgasm, no matter what the circumstances. It's called respect. When Virgil's squeals evaporated, Daddy called from outside the boy's room, "Virgil, get dressed. In something sexy. Mr. Perver is on his way over. He's taking you with him for the weekend for some naked games. Is that OK with you?" Wow! Virgil was stunned. He thought he was going to have a real gunfight with Daddy, Grinding him down all weekend until he finally was overcome by manly lust, said OK, and gave Virgil a good and thorough seeing-too. It would be a weekend filled with requited-at-last, complete love. Almost like a Hallmark Channel movie without the hundreds of commercials. But now, his father, his own father, had REJECTED poor little Virgil. Passing him off like some little catamite to the man everyone in the neighborhood knew was a perverted pedophile! A man who must fuck two or three boys a day. Every day. And had been doing so for as long as anyone could remember. Daddy was treating Virgil like a piece of meat. Awesome! Virgil was gonna get fuh-ucked. Virgil was gonna get fuh-ucked. Fucked at last! And not a moment too soon for the boy. The boy popped up and, with the vibrating dildo still in his luscious ass, ran naked to his father and embraced him. "Oh, Daddy! Thank you. Daddy! I know you're doing that because you know I need it and you don't want to go to prison. I don't want you to go to prison, Daddy, but I really need cock!!" Daddy reacted the way any of us would have in Virgil's naked embrace. He erected. And almost said goodbye to our best friend and our worst enemy -- Caution. But he didn't. "Get yourself dressed, Honey. Mr. Perver will be here straightaway and you don't want to miss any time for naked games, do you?" Virgil didn't. He let Daddy go and Daddy got a nice glimpse of Virgil's ass with the buzzing vibrator sticking out. Did Daddy really have to wait 18 more months for a piece of that? Apparently so. Daddy got back downstairs just as the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Perver, of course, and a still-grateful-but-somewhat-jealous Daddy asked him in. "The little angel is almost ready, Mr. Perver. He was SO excited when I told him about you. You won't hurt him now, will you?" "Mr. Dangler, I've made love to hundreds of boys in my pedo-career and have never hurt one of them. I love boys and would never harm any of them. Here, let me show you." And the experienced perv pulled his erect cock from his pants. Which was a bit unusual. But he had a pointed remark to make. "Look at my stiffie, Mr. Dangler. It's almost as if I was put together to fuck young boys. It's eight inches long so I can give a boy the deep thrills he needs; but look how thin it is and how it tapers to a point. Long, thin and a small knob. The perfect cock to introduce a boy to his future." Daddy was amazed. And comforted to know that Virgil would be in good hands. And good cock. He almost wanted to ask Mr. Perver if he could make a manual inspection, but just then, Virgil appeared. Blushing at the sight of Daddy standing with a bare-cocked neighbor man. Mr. Perver was in no hurry to zip up. He said, "Hello, Virgil. I'm so happy to finally meet you. I've seen you around the neighborhood many times and I've always thought, `That's the prettiest boy we've ever had in this town. A man could die happy after he fucked Virgil Dangler.'" Was that true? Maybe. But it was true enough for Virgil to glow. And to erect. The boy that night was a picture Daddy would always have in his mind. Virgil had dressed quickly, but incredibly sexily. His shorts were far too small and tight and his shirt was far too big and droopy. He was wearing shorts from the summer before and one of Daddy's tshirts. Exposing his bare left shoulder. Flip=flops exposed his pretty toes. Zowie! The boy was carrying only his toothbrush. Didn't he need a change of clothing? No. he would be gloriously naked all weekend. Virgil sissied over to Mr. Perver and instead of shaking the man's hand, he grabbed his exposed penis and gave it a handshake-like motion. Mr. Perver laughed. Virgil giggled. And Daddy kicked himself for being a prison-averse coward. "Thank you again for your help, Mr. Perver. My wife will be home around six on Sunday, so please have Virgil home before then." Virgil gave his Daddy a sweet tongue-kiss and said, "Thank you, Daddy. I won't forget this." Daddy sighed. And the weekend warriors were off. Five -- In the pervert's lair The inside of Mr. Perver's house looked pretty normal to Virgil. He hoped that the man didn't have a dungeon where he chained boys and branded them with a hot iron. Probably not. "You can leave your clothes on those hooks over there, Honey. I know you haven't had any supper, so let me get something together for us. Is an Oscar Mayer baloney sandwich with mayonnaise and Wonder Bread OK with you?" Mr. Perver wanted Virgil naked!! Right away!! The boy would have to strip or the man would pull his pants down and spank his bottom with a paddle until it bled. Probably not. Apparently, the guy was not a Michelin cook either. But Virgil wasn't there for that kind of nourishment. Virgil presented his naked self to Mr. Perver's naked self in the kitchen and they sat to eat. "You're extraordinarily pretty, Virgil. You know that, right?" Virgil blushed shyly. He loved the praise. "I've made love to a lot of boys, but I think you're the cutest." Why were they eating? There was fucking to do. Virgil wolfed down his sandwich and drank all his milk. "I haven't seen your bare bottom yet, sweetie, but I've dreamt of it many times. May I see it, please?" Mr. Perver was being so complimentary and polite. Virgil wanted to know when was the part that the man DOMINATED the poor little lad and made him his fuck toy? Soon. Mr. Perver gasped. Was that a sincere gasp or a bum-loosener gasp? Both. "Come sit on my lap, Sweetheart, and tell me why you're naked with a naked man today." What? Was the guy an aspiring psychoanalyst or something? How about the fucking? But Virgil complied. Oh! It felt so good to be sitting on a naked man's hairy lap. Mr. Perver touched Virgil's tiny tickler and said, "Is this what causing you all that anxiety, my lovely one?" Virgil shuddered with lust. "Oh. yessir. It's been awful. My brother Wyatt starred having overnight man guests when I was five and my brother Morgan when I was seven. I could hear them and smell the sex heat. My brothers were very nice to me, but they didn't touch me `that way' because they didn't want to end up in juvie. The worst part was that the men and boys they brought in would all stare at me. Like they wanted me. Even when I was five. A few weeks ago I found Daddy's porn stash and it had all those `Sissy Boy Eights' and `Sissy Boy Nines' in it. That made it even awfuler for me. Oh, Mr. Perver, that feels so nice." Mr. Perver was skinning Virgil's knob gently, but thrillingly. "I'll make you a deal, Honey. I'll make you happy anyway you want this weekend and I'll see you at least once a week until you're ten and three. But you have to stop with your Daddy. He would not do well in prison, OK?" Virgil thought about it, but said, "That sounds really good and you have my word. But I don't know if once a week would work for me." Oh my, Mr. Perver thought. This one is greedy. So he said, "I happen to know several boys who have similar appetites and interests as you and they would be delighted to help relieve your pain. Now let's start making things right with you, OK?" Virgil was as Ok with that as the OK Corral. So it began. Virgil had only had one real kiss in his life. The one he had laid on his startled Daddy as he left home that evening. So he was taken aback by the intense feelings he got when Mr. Perver put his mouth and tongue to work on the boy's cherry lips. Now THAT was a kiss. And a tonsil-washing. Wow! Mr. Perver's foreskin friction as he kissed Virgil was having a delightful effect he on the boy. He was about to have his first unselfinduced cum of his beautiful life. And it was a rip-roarer! Mr. Perver was pleased. The boy would cum around 50 times that weekend. The man was sure of it. His experience told him that a 50-spunk weekend was the limit for an eight-year-old. Experience is a beautiful thing. The boy held his molester in a death grip as he suffered through an agony of delight. While the little cutie was twitching through his final spasms, the man picked him up and carried him to the master bedroom down the hall. Virgil was alert enough to note that there were no ropes and pullies in the very neat room. Just lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries Product) and stacks of clean sheets. Essentials. This was it, the boy thought. This is where I'm gonna be FUCKED! Not yet, I tell you. Mr. Perver thought about doing a couple hours of foreplay, but the boy would be cumming six or seven times and would be less able to fully enjoy the end of his troublesome virginity. So he was going to go with the basics. He lay on his back and directed Virgil to get onto his pretty knees and straddle the man's shoulders, facing the man's feet. "Lower your bumhole onto my face, Honey. Slowly. Just like that. Are you comfortable?" What the heck was this? The man's big thin cock was down there and Virgil's bumhole was... Oh! Virgil had NOT been expecting that! Mr. Perver was licking Virgil's heinie hole!! Licking it. So nicely. Oh, Virgil had never even imagined anything half as sexy. And generous. It was heavenly. Oh! The man's tongue was actually ENTERING the boy's hole! Right where he had had Morgan's vibrating dildo less than an hour earlier. But this was even better. The man thought that Virgil was so sexy and desirable that he was eating Virgil's ass!! As much a boost to the ego as it was to the libido. What should he do, other than make the sissy squeals he didn't seem to be able to suppress? The man's cock was just sitting there, skinned and proud. Maybe he should suck it. That would make the man happy. So he tilted his head toward the man's manmeat. But Mr. Perver was a step ahead. Mr. Perver stopped his cannibalism for a moment and said, "Please don't suck my cock, Baby. You can do that all you want later. I'm saving that stiffie for your amazing ass." A massive mass of adrenalin shot through Virgil. Fight or flight. He chose another "F." Fuck! The boy just closed his eyes and savored his first and one of the best in his life's analingus experience. It was almost life-threatening. The boy got his tingles twice - once at the seven-minute mark and once at the 17-minute mark. Remarkable marks. Mr. Perver noted that the boy was half-limp after the second shudderfest. Which meant he was perfectly relaxed for what was next. Mr. Perver laid the boy onto his stomach and began to open his bum with fingers and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. He could have clipped the prostate, but he avoided it. Wanting his cock to be the first thing to contact it. The man knew his perversions. Mr. Perver didn't really want to give the boy yet another dry heave, but it was inevitable. In Mr. Perver's experience, the missionary is the best position for full satisfaction and kissing. But it was tricky and a bit athletic for a first timer. So he slid two pillows under Virgil's stomach, Spermbutted his cock fully and shoved. OK. We know that Mr. Perver's cock was sissyboy, especially younger sissyboy) friendly. But the kid was eight. It hurt. But not enough that he was running outside naked to the police station to turn Mr. Perver in. It turned into a good hurt. Then a great hurt. When he was using that vibrator to entice Daddy earlier, Virgil rubbed up against something in his bum that he hadn't felt before. It felt really good. Mr. Perver was rubbing up against it every time he pushed in and out. So this was fucking! The young beauty lost count of all the sweet shudders he endured. Virgil wanted to do this at least 12 hours a day for the rest of his life. He was going to quit school and move to an island where native men would fuck him day and night. Just as soon as he was allowed to cross the street by himself. He was already half in love with Mr. Perver for being his "first." As the man was increasing his pace, Virgil had an inspiration. He flexed his butt muscles just a smidge as he was being fucked. The man groaned. He apparently liked that. Virgil decided that he was going to be good at this. Really good. And as Mr. Perver shot a tsunamical tribute to Virgil's beauty, docility, libido and ass-muscles, Virgil saw his future. And it couldn't have been brighter. Please tell me what you think at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com or bc20002015@hotmail.com.