Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 19:00:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Princesses (adult-youth) Sissyboy Princesses By Beautiful Creamer AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope this will be the first in a series of profiles of the world's most delicious angels -- sissyboy princesses -- beginning with the lovely Angelo. One -- Morning glory Angelo Loveworthy stirred in his sleep. He always knew when his bedmate was awake and staring at him. Which was something his bedmates often did, when they weren't making love to him. Eleven-years-and-three-months-old Angelo was extraordinarily stareworthy. Especially when he was naked. Which he most certainly was that morning. And erect, which he almost always was. Angelo's curly, black hair framed a face that made men ruin their boxers. Huge, nearly black eyes with inch-long lashes. Pink, creamy cheeks that invited kisses and XXL, pouty lips that begged for a man's mouth and tongue. The boy's body was exquisitely formed, with dark, 1.5-inch-diameter, puffy nipples, and an inverted-heart-shaped bottom whose plump pillows drove men mad with lust. The boy's privates, which seemed to be in a state of eternal excitement, were small but potent. His pretty danglers told men, "I'm saving my boy's cream for you, just you." His 2.5-inch penis said, "You excite me. Please make love to me." His bedmate-du-jour, 32-year-old Vance Hotman, couldn't believe his good fortune. A mere 16 hours earlier he had been sitting on a park bench, eating a sandwich on his lunch break from his office job. As he surveyed his surroundings, Vance spotted a vision of puerile loveliness, alone and bouncing a large, red ball. Sane men who saw Angelo wanted Angelo. Be they gay, allegedly straight, left-handed, Albanian, near-sighted or Republican. Vance Hotman was sane. But he knew that it (he and the boy) could never be. The boy was too young. Which made fucking him illegal. The boy was a boy. Which made fucking him immoral. The boy was probably an innocent virgin, who would want no part of Vance or his cock. Which made it impossible. But then... Angelo smiled at Vance. And batted those incredibly beautiful, impossibly long eyelashes at the man. Which changed everything. If Angelo WANTED Vance, that changed everything. It would be worth the risk of ten to 15 in Attica. Or the loss of his precious heterosexuality. Thus is the nature of the male genitalia. Still...one smile doesn't mean "Take me home, Mr. Man, pull my panties down, bend me over and fuck me. " Though that was what it felt like to Vance. Risking his dull, uninspired life, Vance smiled back. Put down his sandwich. Stood up. And walked over to the boy. Angelo stopped playing with his ball and stood his ground. Wondering how this man would ask for his body. They all did. Eventually. Vance began conventionally. "Hi." Angelo answered in kind. "Hi." Vance cleared his throat and said, "I couldn't help noticing how gorgeous you are. Your beauty slaps a man in the face. It slapped me and I'm straight. I mean I was. Am. But don't want to be. If you would be the one I wasn't straight with." Vance stopped talking and was terrified that he had said too much. And the boy would scream for a cop. Or worse, think that Vance was a dork and cross him off his "to fuck" list. Luckily for Vance...and Angelo...the boy was charmed. "You're cute," Angelo said. "Are you sure I'm your first sissyboy?" He thinks I'm cute, Vance told himself elatedly. But doubts my veracity. "Oh yes, you stunning beauty," Vance said, "You're my first non-female. Or I hope you will be." Rambling again. Angelo looked down shyly, then looked up and into Vance's eyes. Good gravy! Just that look stiffened Vance's cock. And his resolve to possess this young sexbomb. Angelo said, "Well, if you really want me. I guess we could go somewhere together. Are you married? If you are, we could go to my house. Mom and Daddy wouldn't mind." This told Vance that he was not the boy's "first." Or, perhaps, 50th. No matter. But even if "Mom and Daddy wouldn't mind," Vance wasn't ready for that. Mom and Daddy wouldn't mind? Really? "I'm not married, Honey. My name is Vance. And I live nearby. Would you like to walk there with me?" Angelo intensified his smile and said, "Sure. But I have to call Mom and tell her where I'll be until tomorrow morning, OK, Mister Vance? Oh, and my name's Angelo." Tomorrow morning? Vance groaned softly. Angelo. An angelic name. How appropriate! The boy pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, spoke briefly, closed the phone and rejoined Vance. Who was wondering if that call was to the police, FBI or Interpol. It wasn't. Angelo slipped his hand into Vance's for the walk to the man's place. With a brief stop at a bodega to buy, at Angelo's strong recommendation, large bottles of Spermbutt anal lubricant and baby oil. Vance shuddered in anticipation of the potential carnal delights before him. His hopes were greatly exceeded. Vance was a bit self-conscious about walking hand in hand with such blatant eye candy as Angelo. But began to enjoy the envious stares of every man they passed. The man was so smitten that he completely forgot that he was supposed to go back to work that afternoon. Blowing off two clients. And pissing off his boss to the max. Those were petty concerns. He was, after all, about to get laid. Thus is the nature of the male genitalia. Man and boy arrived at Vance's condo at 1:36 p.m. Vance opened the door for Angelo and the boy glided in. Looking around, Angelo was pleased. The place was neat. He liked neat. And upscale. What sissyboy doesn't like his lovers to be upscale? Vance was eager to get Angelo to the bedroom and pull his pants down. But he was equally and simultaneously terrified. What if the boy changed his mind? Was just a cockteaser? What if the boy "kissed and told" the first Irish cop who bought him an ice cream cone? And Vance was soon sharing a small room for a long time with a large man of poor character? Or worst of all, what if Vance was so nervous that he couldn't get "Mr. Johnson" to "stand up and salute?" He'd be humiliated! And even worse, he'd never get to fuck Angelo!! Angelo thought Vance's anxiety was charming. He'd seen it in his "new men" before. And they always rose to the greatest occasion of their lives. Fucking sissyboy royalty. "I like your place, Mister Vance. May I freshen up in your bathroom?" Vance nodded dumbly. What did Angelo mean by "freshen up?" Should he be naked when the boy came out of the bathroom? He decided against that. Too pushy. And too embarrassing if he was wrong. Angelo smiled to himself as he entered the bathroom. The man would man up soon enough, but was a mess at the moment. He liked his men to be men. Angelo stripped to his panties and looked at himself in the mirror. Which was one of his favorite non-sexual activities. He was stunning. So beautiful that he gave himself a stiffie in his baby-blue, French-cut panties with white-lace trim. Where was the washcloth? Oh. There. Angelo took his panties off then sat on the toilet for a nice, thorough poop and pee. Didn't want any obstructions "back there" when things got serious. The young beauty then washed his privates with soap, water and a soft wash cloth. He didn't want his new man to taste sweat and urine when he kissed Angelo's boy's things. He cleansed his armpits and nipples, of course, then scrubbed his feet, in case the man decided to worship his little piggies (he hoped so!). Lastly, he used the washcloth, which Vance would later preserve as a sacred relic, to clean between his bottomcheeks and as far inside his "pussy" as the boy's fingers could reach. Angelo dried himself off, then reached into his short-shorts pocket to extract a clean set of panties. Which one should always carry in case one gets lucky. The new panties were black with pink rosettes framing the soft, silk pouch that encased the boy's scrumptious things. A thin thong line ran through his bottom crack, exposing his plump, pink pillows. One more look at the mirror and Angelo was ready to face his fateful fucking. The boy wasn't surprised that Mister Vance was just sitting there. Waiting. Looking nervous. And fully dressed. Most men were still unfamiliar with the sexual voraciousness and spontaneous sexuality of the sissyboy princess. But they soon learned to love it. Vance looked happily terrified. The usual look for a man about to eagerly discard his heterosexuality for something far better. The boy enjoyed the next part a lot. Never tired of it. He pulled a pouty face, looking as if he were about to cry. "You still have your clothes on. Don't you like me, Mister Vance? Don't you think I'm pretty?" That was a line that typically engendered the scariest moment of any budding boyfucker's life. Was he DISPLEASING that perfect angel? Would Angelo run away? No. He was just teasing. Taking pity on the randy man before manly erections became endangered, Angelo smiled broadly and said, "Never mind. I can see by that big tent in your khakis that you like me." His heart having been restored to his chest, Vance set a land speed record for stripping to his boxers. Under the appreciative eye of young Angelo. Vance stood face to face with the pantied beauty, took a deep breath, and manned up. He had to. The boy needed him to man up. And he wanted the boy. The boy was magnificent. "You're a spectacular beauty," Vance said. Angelo blushed, though he knew it was true. Vance manned up big time. He swept the sweet seraph into his arms and effortlessly carried him into his manly bedroom. Laying the boy on his back. Angelo loved it. And awaited the man's next move. Oops. He was taking his boxers off. Mmmmm. Nice cock! Big, thick and stiff. Was he going to fuck the boy right away? How trite! Well, if he did that, a second date was very doubtful. Wait. Mmmmm. Vance had sat on the bed and was holding Angelo's pretty right foot in his big hands. Rubbing it nicely. Then... Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Vance was kissing Angelo's pink toes. Very nicely. And sucking them. Each one. That was delicious. And made Angelo happy that he had washed his toesies with that washcloth. The man took his time. Knowing that he possessed this princess until the next morning. He kissed and licked and sucked between each set of toes and even the soles. Which tickled. And made Angelo giggle sweetly. When he finished his erotic attentions to Angelo's right foot, Angelo thought that Vance would begin on the left one. Not just yet. The man took the boy's just-adored foot and rubbed it against Vance's stiff cock. Which aroused them both. Vance picked up Angelo's left foot and began his oral attentions on it. Angelo continued rubbing the man's cock with his right foot. Using his toes to stimulate the knob as Angelo sucked his little toe. Even a seasoned sissyboy like Angelo went off Cum Cliff with all that non-traditional erotic activity. And for the first time of many that red-letter day and night, Angelo spunked. In his panties. With heaves and squeals. Followed by shudders and whimpers. Just from having his toes sucked. "The boy is red hot," Vance thought. "I'm red hot," Angelo thought. "And I like this man. He's not a lazy lover. And the night has just started." Angelo continued toeing Vance's peehole, looking at the man with eyes moist from love and lust. Vance was delighted. And felt the familiar, welcome stirrings in his balls. Angelo sensed that his new man was feeling those stirrings. But they weren't welcome to the boy. He didn't want the man spunking on the boy's foot. It was OK for Angelo to fill his panties. That, with the washcloth, would be a precious memento of their first time. But non-anal, non-oral deposits were a waste of good man sperm, in Angelo's estimation. He wanted to taste his new man. And the man wanted to be tasted. The couple hadn't even kissed yet and there was Angelo, bedside, on his knees. Begging for a cock in his mouth. Vance happened to have one of those handy. He stood up and slid his erect monster into the kneeling young beauty's wet mouth. Oh! That was sweet. The boy's mouth knew how to push back a foreskin and lick the tenderness underneath. The appreciative man managed to retain his sperm for a mere seven minutes. After which he gave Angelo a generous portion of the "sissyboy's big reward." Vance marveled at Angelo's a) cocksucking skills b) cocksucking enthusiasm and c) ability to swallow the entirety of what Vance believed to be the thickest, creamiest, biggest spermload of his manly life. At that point, Vance vowed to incapacitate Angelo, smuggle him out of the country and transport them both to a lush, uninhabited island where they would make love 14 hours a day, hunt for coconuts, eat and sleep (grudgingly) the other ten hours each day. Angelo understood exactly what Vance was thinking. He got that a lot. Time for some kissing. The man was a great kisser. The boy was outstanding. Their tongues dueled for a half hour. Hands explored each other voraciously. The man invaded the boy's panties and played with Angelo's cum-soaked things. Eventually removing the panties, scooping up the boy's cum with his fingers and rubbing it around and around Angelo's anus ring as they tongue-kissed. Both combatants won the battle. Both were hard as differential calculus and ready for another main event. Fucking!! Though with a boy like Angelo, every touch was a main event. And Vance was in no hurry. So despite 32 misguided years without loving a boy, Vance slid down and took Angelo's pretty pricklet into his mouth. He sucked the boy off with surprising skill. Reveling in the sensation and taste when Angelo shot sperm into his throat. But best of all, he loved making the boy happy. So unlike the women he'd fucked. He knew Angelo was happy, not just because he creamed like a cow. It was all the squealing and grunting during the fabulous fellatio, and that great, erotic scream the boy let out when his tiny nuts emptied. NOW, he would fuck him. It's what one does on a first date with a sissyboy, after all. And every date thereafter. Did Vance have the "stones" to eat out the boy's anus? The clearly proper way for such things. Oh yes. Feeling very much "the Man," Vance threw the boy onto his stomach, straddled his hips, parted Angelo's delicious cheeks with his thumbs, and enjoyed his tasty meal. It was definitely a meal. Not a snack. Vance tongued Angelo's perfect asshole for 25 minutes. Engendering countless, grateful squeaks and moans...and a stiff neck for himself. It wasn't the optimal position for such an essential activity after all. Live and learn, eh? Angelo suggested that Vance use the Spermbutt anal lubricant that they had purchased. Vance complied instantly, using his Spermbutt-soaked fingers to lubricate and dilate what promised to be the finest destination his cock had ever experienced. Blazing hot! Strangulation tight! Wow! Vance took the boy with Angelo on his back. Knees up. Toes pointed. Hole wet and inviting. Whimpering to be fucked. Heaven. Vance's cock slid into the properly prepared pussy with one even stroke. Drawing a deep groan from his young lover. Spectacular. Stroking. Kissing as they fucked. The boy locked his ankles behind the man's back and pulled Vance toward him on each stroke. Then stopped that when he remembered that in fucking and foxtrot, the man leads. The man's audition for a second date was going really well. For them both. When ecstatic agony seized Vance, Angelo joined him on the Himalaya mountain top. They hurled themselves off it together, landing in the Sherpa camp 13,000 feet below. It felt like that. In the best possible way. Two -- Wakey wakey! As mentioned earlier, Angelo stirred, but didn't open his eyes that next morning because Vance was looking at him. With adoration. Angelo loved adoration. Couldn't get enough of it. It had been a magnificent night. A second fuck preceded an exhausted nap. A third at 2 a.m. brightened the night. Angelo was in love. Again. The man was an excellent lover. Generous and virile. With excellent cockage and a sweet stroke. One minor demerit. That baby oil they bought. Didn't use it. Oops. Correction. Vance was slathering it onto Angelo's warm, cum-caked tummy. Teasing his nipples with it. Then his exhausted testicles. Oh. It was all over the boy's front and the man rolled Angelo onto his back to apply it on the boy's beautiful flip side. Angelo's entire body became a pussy. Wherever Vance rubbed his restiffened cock. Angelo had a particular like for a babyoil love session, which is not for everyone. Vance loved it because it involved Angelo. The man was entirely smitten. Man and boy kissed and rubbed oily cocks against oily bodies until the inevitable happened. Twice for each of them. They were a happy, cum-soaked, drained mess. Sadly, Angelo said, "I need to go home now Mister Vance. But we can shower first. Together." Eyelashes flying. Startlingly, they managed one more shower fuck. Vance felt as if his testicles had been horsewhipped. And he had never been happier. Especially when Angelo said, "Can we have another overnight date, Mister Vance? Please? I'm free Wednesday." Wednesday? That was four days away! An eternity!! Still. It appeared Vance had better rest his balls or maybe they would fall off. Still. Four days. Vance drove Angelo home, expecting to just drop him off. But Angelo insisted that the man come in and meet his Mom and Daddy. And his pesky little brother if that little maggot was around. Vance gulped. What if, despite Angelo's assurances, Daddy shot Vance dead? Well, he'd die sore-balled and happy. And Angelo wanted him to do it. You don't turn down someone who just gave you world-class pussy and has promised you more. Nothing bad happened, of course. Though there was an oddity or two. Mom and Daddy looked normal. They acted normal too. Had Vance been a 16-year-old boy and Angelo been their 15-year-old daughter. Coming to their house to pick up "Angela" for their first date. "What do you do, Vance?" replaced "Where do you go to school, Vance?" And "Did you enjoy fucking Angelo?" replaced "Will you get our daughter home by eleven, young man?" It appeared that Vance had missed a great deal of mainstream cultural change somehow. Then there was Gino, Angelo's nine-year-old brother. Who, by the looks he was giving Vance, expected the man to find a way to slip away from Angelo and the parents and give his nine-year-old ass a good seeing-to. Oddities. Vance left the Loveworthys in a bewildered state. Thinking mostly about two things. The fucks he had enjoyed with Angelo and the fucks they would enjoy on Wednesday. His balls were already feeling better. Which made him wonder, for a fleeting, irresponsible moment what it would have been like had he taken up little Gino on his unspoken offer. The little cockteaser was almost as gorgeous as his brother. And could have even been a [gulp] virgin. Unfortunately for Vance's fantasy, Gino Loveworthy was not a virgin. What he was, in his brother Angelo's estimation, was a major pain in the butt. As soon as Vance left, Angelo smacked Gino on the head and said, "Get your own boyfriends, you little slutpuppy. That one's mine. Plus Daddy doesn't want you dating until he's taught you how to deal with men." Gino smiled at that. For two reasons. His big brother was jealous! Good. Like any card-carrying little brother, he loved aggravating the big goof whenever he could. Second, Angelo actually thought that Daddy was the only man fucking Gino those days. Gino wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend (other than Daddy, of course) until he was ten. But so many men wanted him. Needed him. And he couldn't make all those men sad, could he? Angelo hadn't followed the "no-men-till-ten rule" either. And Gino knew it. Secretly, Gino greatly admired Angelo. Big brother was probably the prettiest boy in the world, Gino thought. And Gino was no better than maybe tenth prettiest in the world. But he was young. And had potential. After an "active evening," Angelo often liked to take a morning nap. Though with Daddy around, and sometimes even his little pain brother, it wasn't always a peaceful nap. Angelo went to his beautiful room and got into his "nap clothes" straightaway. He only had a couple of hours until his sissyboy best friend Taylor Polesitter came by. They were going for their regular Saturday manicures and pedicures before their big double date that night. Daddy bought Angelo the nicest nap clothes, Angelo thought as he slid a silky, white, babydoll nightie over his head. The boy admired himself in his pink-framed, full-length mirror for a moment and loved what he saw. The nightie was so short that his mini-pretties were exposed. He giggled briefly when he saw that his peeny was stiff again. Was that from just looking at himself? Narcissism is a virtue in the sissyboy world. One last task before getting into his comfy, four-poster, queen-sized bed. He used his fingers to lube up his bottomhole with Spermbutt. Just in case. Then the boy got into bed, pulled his fluffy, pink comforter over him, and went to sleep. For ninety peaceful minutes. Until... There was a cock in his perfect ass. A really big one. A really nice one. And a really familiar one. Daddy! Mmmmmm. Daddy was in bed with Angelo. Naked. Spooned up behind the little cutie. Sliding his fat cock in and out of his sissyboy princess's pre-Spermbutted love hole. Skinning his son's knoblet as they fucked. Kissing Angelo's neck. Whispering sweet endearments. Reminding Angelo of that first, wonderful time, nearly two years earlier. Mom had taken Gino to the movies, leaving Daddy and nine-year-old Angelo home alone. Daddy had told Mom earlier that day that it was time to begin their elder son's true "education." Which was just fine with Mom, since she would no longer have to put up with her husband's constant, disgusting demands for sex. Daddy felt that what he was getting from his wife was infrequent and uninspired. Flashback to "Annie Hall:" Woody Allen's therapist: How often do you have sex? Woody: Almost never! Only three or four times a week. Cut to Diane Keaton's therapist: How often do you have sex? Diane: Constantly!! Three or four times a week. Men and women are never going to settle that one. Thus the popularity of sissyboys. Right after Mom and Gino left that night, Daddy asked Angelo if he was "looking for adventure of a new and different kind?" Angelo loved an adventure! So he said, "Oh, yes, Daddy!" "Well, sweetheart, we're going to play naked games. The most fun games of all. Would you like to be naked with Daddy and play some really fun games?" Nine-year-old Angelo worshiped his Daddy. And, truth be told, had already been imagining what it would be like for a man to see him naked. Being naked with Daddy would be extra-special! So he readily agreed. Pleasing Daddy immensely. Though not nearly as immense as his Daddy's stiff, naked cock and baseball-sized testicles. Which he displayed to Angelo in short order. Angelo gasped in wonder and asked if he could touch the paternal privates. "Only if you get undressed too, honey. It's only a proper naked game if we're both starkers." Angelo knew that games had rules, so he stripped to an astoundingly beautiful buff. It was Daddy's turn to gasp in wonder. And chide himself on waiting so long to get to know his son better. The boy was delicious. So innocent. So tiny-peenied. And so remarkably erect. Daddy could see that Angelo was flushed and aroused, though the boy wasn't sure why. Or how that arousal could be quenched properly. "You can touch my things now, Sweetie. May I touch yours too?" The overheated boy nodded submissively. His eyes sparkling as he looked at the parental penis. Bravely, Angelo extended his hand and touched Daddy's woodie mid-shaft. "It's very hot, Daddy," the young beauty said. "That's because you're so beautiful. You get me very excited when I'm with you." Angelo blushed at the praise. And moved his hand along the shaft, all the way up to the covered head. The boy knew what a foreskin was, so he drew Daddy's back to see the pinker, more tender parts. Just as he did with his own penis in the bathtub. Oh my. It was embarrassing. It was spontaneous. It was spectacular. Daddy spunked. In six thick ropes. Geyser-like. To the surprise of both of them. And to the everlasting wonder of Angelo. He had made his first man cum. Before he even knew what cum was. At first he thought he had hurt Daddy, the way he scrunched up his face and all. But then he pretty much figured out that it was a good hurt. The very best kind of hurt. Thinking that he could stand a bit of that good hurt himself, Angelo didn't resist when Daddy began to kiss his boy. With lots of tongue. Saying, "Thank you, so much, Sweetie, for giving me such an awesome treat. I love you so much. And I want to give you a nice treat too." The kiss was a pretty nice treat, Angelo thought. Daddy's tongue in his mouth was very exciting. He'd seen Mom and Daddy doing that a few times, but Mom didn't seem to enjoy it as much as Daddy did. Which was curious to Angelo. Anyway, Angelo stopped thinking when Daddy stuck his finger into Angelo's bumhole. That's either a good conversation starter or stopper. But it always gets one's attention. Angelo squealed in surprise. Then purred contentedly as Daddy tongued his mouth and fingered his pootie. The purring stopped when Daddy's inquiring finger found Angelo's prostate. And he wouldn't stop rubbing it. Something was happening to the sweet angel. Something his body was telling him was imminent, but it wouldn't tell him what. Something building. In his guts. Signs. Stronger. Then... Angelo screamed as an apocalyptic event seized his nervous system. His nuts were consumed by fire as his large intestine detonated. It was his first orgasm. And a VERY emphatic one. Dry though it was. Two minutes later, when Angelo realized that he would live to do that again...and again...the boy signed up for the duration. He wanted Daddy to play LOTS of naked games with him, whenever he wanted to. Daddy was happy to accommodate Angelo. Three days later, Daddy fucked Angelo for the first time. Six days after that, Daddy began to sleep with Angelo every night, not Mom. Seven-year-old Gino couldn't imagine why Daddy and his big brother went into Angelo's room three or four times a day, or why Angelo would cry out and whimper and scream as if he was being slit open with a twelve-inch hunting knife, then walk out of his room, together with Daddy, kissing and hugging. Nor could Gino imagine why Daddy started calling Angelo "princess" now and then. Letting Angelo get his own way on lots of things. Buying all that new pink-and-white-chiffony furniture and accessories stuff for Angelo's bedroom. Or buying Angelo all those panties, nighties and other things that Gino found in Angelo's dresser when he wasn't supposed to be snooping. Nine-year-old Angelo adored his Daddy, of course. And he respected him. He even listened when Daddy told him that he was absolutely, positively forbidden from playing naked games with any other men or boys until he was ten years old. Fat chance of that. A sissyboy lives for variety. And Angelo Loveworthy was a sissyboy's sissyboy. As well as his teacher, Mr. Sternrule's, sissyboy, local high-school senior Jeff Woodman's sissyboy and three or four other lucky lads whom history failed to record. All before his tenth birthday. Daddy wasn't too pleased with allowing Angelo to date others, even when he had reached the very reasonable age of ten. But he did have Gino. Who, though only eight at the time, was most willing to "play screamies" with Daddy on the nights when Angelo was sharing himself with mankind. Back to that Saturday morning after Angelo's date with Vance, with Daddy spooned up and into his boy's magnificent asshole. "That feels so good, Daddy. I love you best. You know that." Daddy merely grunted. Focusing on his own orgasm. Which was imminent. "Do you love me best, Daddy? Better than Gino? Tell me that you love me better than Gino." OK. We had a situation there. A reasonable man is in a quandary in Daddy's place. The truth was that Daddy best loved whichever sissyboy son whom he happened to be fucking at the time. Which is natural and logical, right? But do you really admit something like that, which could be construed as cynical and insensitive to someone from whom you will want and need pussy-on-demand forever? Not bloody likely. But telling one pussy donor something that could anger a second pussy donor is bad business. My advice. Play the lottery instead of that game. At least you have some chance of winning. Daddy thought about it as intently as one can when one is on the precipice of orgasm and said. "I loved you first and I love you best." Both were true statements. Because at that moment, with his cock heaving in and out of Angelo's hot bopypussy, Daddy loved Angelo best. Angelo understood all that. He loved the competition with his brother and was happy for any opportunity to let the boy know who was still the primary princess. Unfortunately for Angelo, the little cumswallower wasn't outside Angelo's door listening. When he saw Daddy enter his brother's room, Gino opportunistically rendezvoused with Brad, a college kid who cleaned their neighbor's pool. They were fucking hot and heavy in some bushes in the Loveworthys' two-acre yard. Angelo rewarded Daddy's declaration of primary, primal love by exercising his anal muscles on Daddy's prick in a way that never failed to bring men both to orgasm and their knees. Daddy pumped so much love cream into his little angel's bum that Angelo wondered if it would still be drooling out on the double date that evening. He soon found out. Three -- The Double Date Rob Plowbum was unhappy with himself. Once again, his best friend Greg Shagbutt had talked him into something he didn't want to do. "I'm telling you, Rob," Greg said two days earlier, "this is the best thing that will ever happen to you. My sissyboyfriend Taylor says that his best friend Angelo is the best piece of ass on Planet Earth. And Angelo really wants to date you." "What does Angelo look like?" "Taylor says he's got a great personality." "What does Angelo look like?" "All the other sissyboys like him." "What does Angelo look like?" "I don't know. I never saw a picture. But Taylor says he's beautiful." "They always say that. I don't know..." Truth be told, Rob was a bit put off by his friend's tales of hot, ball-draining sex with his eleven-year-old boyfriend Taylor. Oh sure, lots of guys had sissyboyfriends those days, but Rob wasn't sold. After all, he and Greg were 19-year-old college kids, working construction for the summer. Tanned and in the best shape of their lives. Plus, Rob had a nine-inch cock, though he had no interest in knowing Greg's "qualifications" in that area. Shouldn't they be getting all the girlpussy they wanted? One would think. Though Rob hadn't "gotten much" yet in his life and what he'd gotten was generally unsatisfying. While Greg couldn't stop talking about the phenomenal, knock-down-drag-out sex he was having with Taylor, a boy he met at the construction site. So with great reluctance and a smidgen of excitement, Rob agreed to go out with Greg, Taylor and this "Angelo" person. Rob chose wisely. What Rob dreaded most was meeting Angelo's parents. Who, Rob was sure, would think that Rob was a) gay as a carnival and b) a desperate loser who had to molest underage boys to get his rocks off. Rob didn't want to believe "a" or "b." Though he did feel very gay and a bit desperate for a person-to-person orgasm. Was he doing the right thing? Would he be arrested when he entered the Loveworthys' living room? Truth be told, Rob didn't hear one thing that Mr. and Mrs. Loveworthy were saying to him because Angelo was in the room. Angelo! Is love at first sight possible? Erection at first sight is. It happened to Rob that very night. Angelo was the most exquisite sight of Rob's life. A mere glance at that face would turn a man's cock to stone. Those hypnotically gorgeous eyes with the impossibly long lashes! Flashing at Rob. Promising intense delights. Were the parents saying something? It sounded like the horn when adults spoke in the Peanuts TV specials. All that mattered in the world was Angelo. Through his haze of lust, Rob saw Angelo move toward him and offer his cheek for a kiss hello. Rob kissed it. His lips fairly burning with the contact on Angelo's perfect flesh. Rob and Angelo were moving. Toward the door. And Mr. Loveworthy was saying something. "...and remember, young man -- no condoms. Angelo loves the feel of hot spunk in his bowels, right princess?" Mrs. Loveworthy added, "Have Angelo home at 9 tomorrow morning. We have to go to ten o'clock mass." Well... It seemed that this would be Rob's lucky night. When the couple got to the car that Rob had borrowed from his Dad for the evening, Rob opened the door for his princess. Drawing a grateful smile that nearly made Rob cream his pants. Rob got into the driver's seat, cleared his throat and said, "I'm so happy that we're going on a date tonight. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met and you're sweet too." A second, more luminous smile from Angelo and then, "You're very handsome, Rob. Such a powerful man for a poor, helpless, defenseless sissyboy like me. If you tried to kiss me, I couldn't stop you." [Shy look at his hands in his lap] Rob didn't need a calculator to add two and two. He leaned over, held Angelo's pretty chin in his callused hand, leaned in and kissed the boy's sweet lips. Angelo gasped. Clearly, Rob was not Angelo's first lover. But he had real potential. Especially if that huge lump in Rob's pants was real. Rob shuddered with lust as he slid his wet tongue into Angelo's mouth and heard the boy whimper in submission. The older boy wanted to fuck the eleven-year-old right there. In the car. In his parents' driveway. But Angelo had other plans. "Greg and Taylor are waiting for us at the restaurant. I'm hungry. And I won't be getting anything else to eat until tomorrow. Except for a big piece of meat." At which, the boy ran his hand over Rob's pants-covered cock. Angelo discovered that Rob was all real down there. And he looked forward to an exceptional evening. Rob and Angelo arrived at Le Garcon Joli, a fine, French restaurant and found Greg and Taylor already seated. Rob could see why Greg was crazy about Taylor. He was a true "ten." Angelo was a "12!" Neither Greg nor Taylor got up to greet Angelo and Rob. Which, at first, Rob thought rude. Until he realized that, under the table, Greg's stiff cock was out and Taylor was administering a five-star hand job. Oh my! Rob didn't want to push his luck with Angelo. But he didn't want to look like a prude either. All sorts of new rules to learn. Angelo got all this. He gave Rob a sultry smile when the older boy held Angelo's chair as the younger boy was seated. A smile that was the equivalent of a testicle grab. And yank. Rob watched Greg and Taylor share a menu. Taylor couldn't hold his, since one of his hands was pulling Greg's foreskin up and down, up and down. A proper gentleman, Rob opened Angelo's menu and handed it to him. Angelo snuggled up to Rob as they made their selections. The waiter took their orders. No way would he get it right, since he was openly ogling Angelo and Taylor. Dreaming of licking their boyholes, then plunging his stiffie deeply inside them. As soon as the waiter left, Angelo gently laid his hand on Rob's thigh. Which made the older boy eager to eat and run. To the hotel room that Greg had insisted they rent. And Rob said was a terrible idea. When you're wrong, you're wrong. By the time the appetizer arrived, Angelo had managed to liberate Rob's cock from the surly bonds of pants. He was stroking the shaft quite nicely as Rob managed to eat the first shrimp of his cocktail. By shrimp three, Angelo was rubbing Rob's exposed and highly enflamed glans. And by shrimp six, poor Rob was experiencing the joy of orgasm number one of that multi-orgasmic date. The waiter cleared away the appetizers, all but Angelo's, who had been too busy to eat his, but was now devouring it. The main courses arrived and the aroused quartet set about eating and running. To the hotel across the street. "No luggage and two underage boys with you in one double-queen-bed room?" the hotel clerk asked. "Will that be cash, Mr. and Mrs. Smith and Mr. and Mrs. Smith?" A typical Saturday night at an upscale hotel these days, the clerk thought as he exchanged keys for cash. Those were two lucky older boys, the clerk thought. Greg and Rob agreed. The four ultra-randy lads tumbled into the room and got naked. Rob noted with some interest that Angelo and Taylor wore panties. Fancy, expensive panties. One couple per bed. For the moment. Only Rob was self-conscious about being naked around other boys. Greg was way over that. In fact, he was already lubing up Taylor's pooper with three Spermbutted fingers as they tongue-kissed nakedly. Rob decided to ignore Greg and Taylor and focus on a sight few men have ever enjoyed: the totally naked, fully erect, impossibly beautiful sissyboy princess sharing his bed. What to do first? Kissing. Yeah. And lots of "toying" with the boy's pretty parts as they kissed. Where was...there it was! The Spermbutt. On his fingers. Rubbing them along Angelo's "pink wrinkle." Making the boy gasp and whimper. Then squeal as Rob entered Angelo with his slick fingers. Finding his boy's place and rubbing it mercilessly as they kissed. Rob heard Taylor cry out and had to know why. He looked over and saw Greg pushing his cock in and out of Taylor's bottomhole. Fucking. Doggy-style. Arf! Both enjoying themselves magnificently. Should Rob...? Was it too presumptuous? Not enough foreplay? Screw it. Rob's fingers and Spermbutt had prepared the battlefield for an all-out, anal assault. If Rob didn't fuck Angelo immediately, he was sure he would expire. And we wouldn't want that. "I'm going to fuck you now, Baby!" he said to Angelo. Angelo's eyes sparkled in response. He lay on his back, lifted his knees and offered his pussy to his newest boyfriend. It was good to be Angelo. And Rob. Rob Spermbutted his cock, then mounted Angelo. Expecting some resistance, he was surprised how easily his huge cock was able to occupy Angelo's tiny hole. Must be the Spermbutt, Rob thought. In truth, that was only part of it. Through Angelo's frequent "generosity," the boy's bottomhole had become quite hospitable. Yet, it felt superbly tight to Rob, who had never enjoyed a fuck nearly half as much. Angelo's loudly enthusiastic appreciation for Rob's fucking acumen enriched the experience immensely. Squealing, squeaking, whimpering, grunting, gasping and panting for his man to fuck him. After ten frantic minutes, the boy spunked. Hard. And copiously. All over his own and Rob's mingled bellies. That set Rob's nuts off. And, following Mr. Loveworthy's parting admonition, he filled Angelo's bowels with hot mansperm. Angelo milked his man's balls as Rob came, draining every drop of man stuff from Rob's pleasure center. Well... That was a great icebreaker. Angelo, as Rob discovered, liked few things better than sucking his man's poop-stained, cum-drooling cock to a reinvigorated stand. Then rolling onto his stomach to "give himself" to his man. An offer his man eagerly accepted. After two hours of fiercely carnal activities, Rob and Angelo lay on their backs. Chests heaving. Sexually satisfied. Temporarily. Which is not what a sissyboy ever wants to be. Angelo kissed Rob, then arose from the bed. Probably had to pee, Rob thought. Maybe he could steal a five-minute nap. Perhaps Rob did fall asleep. But he awoke to his exhausted cock being sucked. Very nicely. But differently, somehow, Rob opened his eyes. Looked at his cocksucker and there he was. Taylor. Not Angelo. Sucking his cock. Nothing resurrects a dead cock faster than someone new to fuck. Angelo and Taylor knew that. Sissyboys are wise. Sissyboy princesses are the most delicious sex partners in the universe. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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