Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2011 20:33:11 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Psychology (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Psychology (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- ADD Once upon a time, one aged nun could preside over 80 first-graders, none of whom would move in his or her seat nor utter an audible sound. Once upon a time, every kid you knew ate peanut butter and jelly with impunity. No more. Today, many kids have attention-deficit disorder, peanut allergies, or both. Did an alien death ray cause all this? Are parents merely overly sensitive to every potential malady? The causes of such tectonic shifts are not the subject of this thoughtful piece. Merely those afflicted by attention deficit disorder, or ADD. Like Andrew Smallputz, whose single mother Renee could never be accused of being overly sensitive to her only child. When the school nurse informed Renee Smallputz that Andrew had been diagnosed with ADD, since any 11-year-old boy who couldn't sit completely still and quiet inevitably is these days, all she asked was: "How much will it cost me to fix him?" As if sweet, beautiful, though admittedly somewhat fidgety Andrew were a 1981 AMC Gremlin hatchback. Andrew had very good reasons to fidget. His parental situation was distressing. And lately, he'd been having these...feelings. Feelings he could never tell anyone about. Never. To no one. Mrs. Smallputz didn't know about Andrew's feelings and probably wouldn't have cared if she knew them. The self-absorbed woman was relieved to hear that the psychologist affiliated with the school, was subsidized and she need only pay $25 per session. Going to a psychologist scared Andrew big time. What if the doctor asked the boy lots of questions and those feelings...those awful feelings...just slipped out? Andrew shuddered in horror at the thought. He would just have to go see this so-called "shrink," say very little, promise to be good in school and be on his way. Still burdened by his feelings. But his privacy intact. A good plan, Andrew thought. He was wrong. Mrs. Smallputz was such a disinterested mother that she didn't even accompany her boy on his first trip to the psychologist. She rationalized by saying the boy needed to stand up for himself. She was right about that. One part of Andrew had been standing up a lot lately. Resolved to follow his plan without variation, Andrew walked to the doctor's office after school, went up the elevator and approached the door of Suite 203. "N. Seminate, Child Psychology. Please walk in," the sign said. Andrew walked in. To a very modest reception room outside a closed door where the doctor was probably shrinking some other poor ADD kid's head. Andrew was five minutes early for his appointment. Not much to do in the waiting room. Just a cheesy couch and an easy chair. Ratty old coffee table with two coffee-table books on it. A magazine rack on the wall with some well-thumbed, apparently ancient periodicals. Wait. Those coffee-table books. Andrew moved closer and rubbed his eyes. The oversized book on the left was titled "Boys in Love." The cover page was a picture of two boys at a swimming pool. Wearing only skimpy bathing suits. Kissing!!!! Andrew gasped. Then he saw the book on the right. "Boys Who Love Men" was the title! And on the cover, a naked boy was sitting on a naked man's lap! They were kissing and STROKING EACH OTHER'S ERECT COCKS!!!!! Andrew could barely breathe. He staggered back into the magazine rack, which, upon further review, housed some equally shocking literature. "Randy Daddy" magazine's cover showed a hairy, buff, naked man whose cock was pointed at the reader. A pearly drop of "naughty juice" had formed on his soft peelips -- inviting the reader to lick it off. "Anal Enthusiast" magazine showed a pretty boy's fully lubed anus drooling what appeared to be a major load of a man's sperm. And, of course, there was the classic of them all -- "Sissy Boy." Whose cover proclaimed, "Up and Cummers Issue -- 2011. Rate the prettiest nine-year-olds. Our editorial staff `studied' then all." Four amazingly beautiful, fully naked, nine-year-old sissyboys proudly displayed their miniscule stiffies and the big, facial, cream loads that four fabulously fortunate men had donated for their cover photo. What was this place? Did Dr. Seminate know already what Andrew was feeling...about men? And what he wanted to do with them? But was too afraid to express? The poor boy was shaking like a paint mixer in a hurricane. And then... The doctor's door opened. A boy came out. A very nice boy from Andrew's class. Kai Something-or-Other. A Pakistani-American boy. Had Dr. Seminate been "doing things" with Kai in there? Kai was smiling and looked happy. A little flushed in the face, maybe. His smile brightened when he saw his classmate. The boys exchanged nods and Kai left the reception area. Oddly, Andrew's first two thoughts were, Kai never fidgets -- why would he need a psychologist? -- and Kai is a very pretty young boy -- why hadn't Andrew ever noticed that before? Andrew's third thought was -- fight or flight? Then he saw Dr. Seminate for the first time. And neither flight nor flight was an option. The man was a stunner. Everything Andrew had dreamed about in his "feelingsest" moments. Tall, dark and handsome didn't do him justice. And his smile would sear a sissyboy's heart. That's what Andrew was, after all. A sissyboy. A boy like those nine-year-old "up-and-cummers" on the cover of that Sissy Boy magazine. Only older. And not nearly as happy. Or well-adjusted. Andrew thought about men all the time. Thought about lying on his back, with a man on top of him. Kissing him. Licking his [blush] boyish nipples. Playing with his pretty little cock. Even [gasp] lifting Andrew's knees up and sticking his huge, mannish cock into Andrew's tiny, defenseless asshole! That was why everyone thought he had ADD! He was daydreaming all the time about being ravaged by a man. Not any man. A handsome, manly, studly man. Like [whimper] Dr. Seminate. Who was holding the thick, office door open for Andrew and inviting him in for "treatment." Andrew had the presence of mind to wonder whether that thick door had masked the sounds of Kai and Dr. Seminate doing naughties during the session that preceded Andrew's. Had that been a wet spot Andrew had seen on Kai's pants bottom as he left the office? Oh my! Andrew entered the office wondering if his time had come. The boy sat on the couch and looked at Dr. Seminate. Their eyes met. Flames crackled in all four eyes. The man grabbed the boy by his left wrist, then ripped Andrew's clothes off! Andrew was nude and powerless as the man shoved the boy against a wall, pulled down his zipper, fished out his enormous cock and anallly RAPED the poor, helpless boy!! Repeatedly!! Dumping three enormous loads of manly cum into the emasculated lad's ravaged anus. Or so went Andrew's fantasy. Reality was much duller. "So, Andrew. Dr. Seminate began. Tell me about yourself." Which Andrew dutifully did. Except for the juicy parts. To all of which, Dr. Seminate's only response was, "I see" or "Um hum" or sometimes, "Then what?" Rather unspicy. Especially considering the waiting-room literature. And that possible wet spot on Kai's bottom. Andrew was relieved when Dr. Seminate finally said, "I see our time if up." It was clear to Andrew that he wasn't going to get any "relief" from this rather dull psychologist, so he wanted to get home, get to his bedroom and provide himself some relief while thinking about the waiting-room literature. But then as Dr. Seminate opened the door and Andrew stepped into the waiting room, the man said, "I believe I understand your problem, Andrew." He did? Andrew trembled a bit, thinking he was about to be exposed as a cockloving little deviant. But the man apparently loved being mysterious. "We'll discuss it more in two days, Andrew. Meanwhile, I believe you'll want to take some of these reference materials home for further study." Dr. Seminate did two unspeakable things at that point. He grabbed the three magazines that Andrew had noticed earlier: "Randy Daddy." "Anal Enthusiast" and, of course, "Sissy Boy," and, he gave them to Andrew with his left hand, gave the boy's pretty bottom a very nice feel-up with his right hand. Brief, but memorable, it was. And promised future delights. But no present ones. Dr. Seminate smiled as Andrew stuffed the ultra-dirty smut into his bookbag, waved goodbye to the boy most amiably, then closed his office door. Leaving a startled lad in his wake. Andrew had so much to think about as he walked home. Would he and Dr. Seminate be "doing the nasty" soon? He certainly hoped so. Or did he? Maybe Andrew just liked the IDEA of a big cock in his tiny anus. Not the actual cockage. The time to think about all that was later. Andrew was in his room, Mom being out of the house, with three mega-stimulators that were dead center on his naughtiest fantasies. And his balls were aching with unfulfilled arousal. Andrew stripped down to his [blush] birthday suit and paused a minute to examine his vast beauty in his full-length mirror. Was he as pretty as those nine-year-old hussies on the cover of that Sissy Boy? He was. In a more mature, 11-year-old way, certainly. But still young enough to make a man, any man, "stand up" and notice him. Looking at himself always excited the young beauty. Enflaming his "pretties." Making his "little person" erect to its full 3.68 inches of boyish glory. And his aching "pink purse" throb with needy lust. Men wanted Andrew. He knew that. And he knew that if a man were with him as he stood there in his naked deliciousness, the man would probably be out of control with lust. Maybe even forcing himself on the defenseless, helpless boy. Pushing Andrew onto his knees and forcing his fat cock between Andrew's lips. MAKING the boy suck his cock. Then groaning like a wild beast as he frosted the boy's face with a huge load of cum. Whew! Was it hot in there? If Andrew kept that line of fantasy up, he'd be cumming before he examined the literature that Dr. Seminate so shamelessly gave him. He extracted the three smutbombs from his backpack, pulled his Slickyboy masturbation cream from its hiding place and lay on his back on his bed. Oh dear. Which to read first? It had to be Sissy Boy's 2010 Up-and-Cummers issue. With its four naked, sperm-faced cover boys smiling at him. Andrew squirted some Slickyboy onto his right hand, rubbed a little onto his sweet penis, then opened the magazine with his left hand. Each of the four seriously underage sex pistols was introduced to the Sissy Boy faithful in seven or eight pages of colorful pictures. Beginning with "Alex," who was shown waking up in his bed. Wearing only a very brief, baby blue, shortie pajama top. Clutching a teddy bear. His tiny penis was standing obscenely as it saluted the pederastic patron who had invested $39.95 in that Sissy Boy issue. Alex smiled at the reader as he proudly displayed his pretty package -- skinning back the hood to show a legion of panting men the pouting, hot-pink knoblet. Ohhh!! Andrew groaned at the boy's beauty. Imagining what it would be like to be Alex. Saucy enough to show millions of men his nude glory. And beautiful enough to make men cum their guts out just from hearing Alex's name. Andrew wasn't jealous of Alex's beauty. Andrew was every bit as pulchritudinous. Our little hero was jealous of Alex's freedom. Which appeared to be a byproduct of Alex's courage. Andrew couldn't imagine being brave enough to show the whole world his delicious body -- encouraging millions of men to gaze upon him and shoot their sperm. Exposing himself to the whole world as a gay sissyboy who "wanted it up the ass!" Oh dear. Andrew's balls were stirring at that thought. Sending, "stop wanking for a minute, Buster, or I'm going to spurt" signals. Andrew stopped stroking his cock and took several deep breaths. He didn't want to cum so quickly. Those cums were far less satisfying than the ones where he teased his testicles for a bottom-lip-biting hour or so. He stopped stroking and looked at Alex yet again. Was that? Oh. The boy had a very pronounced tanline. Engendered by a bathing suit that had to be illegal in at least 38 states and the District of Columbia. The boy had clearly spent much time on the beach. His creamy-white skin could only be seen along a thin line around his waist, a minimal frame around his penis and testicles, and a thin strip that barely covered his anus. Did Alex go to the beach wearing only that?!?!? He'd be RAPED minutes after his feet touched the sand! Apparently it was true. In the next picture, a mini-thong-suited Alex is on a California beach, holding a pint-sized surfboard and being ogled by six or seven hunky, tan, surfer dudes. Two of the older big kahunas, a man of 25 and a boy of 18-ish, took a very willing Alex behind a sand dune and gave him a five-page, sexual-aerobics workout that left the nine-year-old angel cum-drenched, bottom-drooling and totally overjoyed. "The men at Boylove Beach taught me how to surf...and other stuff too," a grinning Alex said through a mask of cum. Could such delights exist in the real world? Or was "Sissy Boy" just an overpriced fantasy? Andrew would concern himself with such deep thinking later. He regrabbed his cock and turned the page. To view Up-and-Cummer number two. Benji. In the first picture, Benji was holding up a math quiz, showing his unseen teacher (and the camera) that he had received an "F." His pouty face and tearful eyes didn't mar his exquisite beauty one bit as he said, "I know I did bad on the test, Mr. Sinecurve, but I couldn't help it. I was thinking about you...about us...and I couldn't study." Well... Mr. Sinecurve was no dummy. He had pretty Benji stripped and fucked...twice in eight glorious pages, then punctuated the "tutoring session" with a final, masterful facial load that Benji proudly displayed. Along with the "A" with which his test was graced. Poor Andrew was very close. Didn't think he would make it to sissyboy number four. Especially when Up-and-Cummer number three turned out to be a "lingerie sissy" named "Corey." Corey, it seems, was entertaining his stepdaddy the day that the Sissy Boy cameras visited his life. The boy was in bed, on his back, knees up, toes pointed and black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockinged legs spread. A ruffled white garter belt was snapped to his stockings -- framing his delicious bottom. The boy's "pussy" had been fully lubed (with Spermbutt, of course). He was saying, "I already had one `boy's time' when I lubed myself for your, big, hot, hard cock, Stepdaddy, but I want you to give me lots more. Do you think I'll be making boy's cream soon?" Not bloody likely for a nine-year-old. But that shouldn't spoil anyone's fun. And fun it was. For Corey. For Corey's Stepdaddy. And especially for Andrew, who squealed and squirted so hard he was afraid he had injured his scrotum. As he emerged from his near-death experience, Andrew wondered what it was all about? Was Dr. Seminate giving Andrew those delightfully filthy books because he wanted to fuck the boy's bottom? Well, Andrew certainly hoped so. Maybe he should ask Kai at school the next day. Kai would know. Two -- What Kai knew As Andrew was picking up his copy of "Randy Daddy" magazine to see if he had any further sperm that needed to see the light of day, Kai Akhtar was shooting his own creamies for the third time that lovely afternoon. And he wasn't alone. Kai loved Dr. Seminate. No doubt about it. The man had helped Kai "be all he could be," awakening the lovely 11-year-old's inner sissyboy. Kai was loved by Dr. Seminate every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at 3 p.m. precisely. Hot, nasty anal sex in the doctor's office, ending gloriously and, occasionally, far too quickly. Kai's love for Dr. Seminate wasn't the possessive variety. The young, South Asian beauty understood that Dr. Seminate had other patients who needed fucking, as well as enlightenment. It appeared that his classmate Andrew would be fucked soon, though he doubted it had happened that afternoon. Dr. Seminate liked his patients to "simmer" a bit before he boiled their sperm. Plus, Kai had drained Dr. Seminate's hairy ball bag twice that afternoon and the boy was fairly certain that his lover would need at least a couple of hours to recover. Like any lusty young sissyboy, two fuck sessions per week were hardly enough for a boy of Kai's growing appetite regarding the delights of men. The pretty angel had wiggled his bottom at five carefully-selected men since Dr. Seminate had "turned him out" four months earlier. And they had all accepted his ass-wiggle invitation. That afternoon, Kai had left Dr. Seminate's office and gone straight to the home of Mr. V. J. Lingam, a friend of Kai's Daddy and an avid, lifelong, anal enthusiast. Mr. Lingam enjoyed nothing more than licking out Kai's lovely bumhole, whether the boy had been just fucked or not, then replacing his tongue with his manly cock. Mmmm, Mr. Lingam thought as he dug his tongue into paradise a bit more deeply, that Dr. Seminate's cum is very tasty. He must have a good diet of fruits and vegetables. But enough about Kai's previous lover, Mr. Lingam thought. Kai was more than ready for his fucking. So he fucked him. Mr. Lingam moved Kai to all fours and he mounted the boy from behind. Kai was a great fuck! Enthusiastic. Verbally appreciative. And a full participant in all the vigorous activities. For example...that day, as Mr. Lingam thrust his thick prick in and out of Kai's hospitable asshole, Kai greeted each rub on his prostate with at least an appreciative grunt. Often a squeak. With an occasional squeal of joy at being young, pretty and ass-fucked whenever he wanted to be. Halfway through the fuck, from Mr. Lingam's perspective, Kai cried out his sincere and ardent love for Mr. Lingam and shot three very nice strands of boyish dairy product all over Mr. Lingam's hand-made, 1,000-threadcount, family-heirloom pillow. Which increased its value to Mr. Lingam's fevered thinking. The man soldiered on after Kai spunked, building slowly, with increasing pleasure and urgency, to a showstopper of an orgasm that flooded the burning precincts of Kai's backside. Mr. Lingam and Kai enjoyed some sweet kisses and cuddles after that. Until things got hot and serious yet again. They did it standing up that last time, with Kai pressed against the bedroom wall as each of Mr. Lingam's fierce thrusts reminded Kai why he was glad he had sorted out his feelings with Dr. Seminate. After that, Kai showered and got dressed to go home for supper, followed by homework and an extended goodnight kiss from his Daddy. Who had told Kai that he would never have any kind of sex with the boy. Even though his manly testicles ached to do so. But Daddy was weakening. Maybe that night would be the night for Daddy and Kai. Maybe not. Regardless, Kai was looking forward to school the next day. He knew that after Andrew's first session with Dr. Seminate, the boy would be full of questions for Kai. And Kai had the answers. Four -- Some answers The next morning as he entered school, Kai was walking a bit stiffly. His Daddy, it seemed, had resisted for just about as long as a mortal man could resist. The sight of Kai in bed...in his silky pajama top...and no pajama bottoms...looking all beautiful and Daddy-needy as Daddy French-kissed him goodnight (as had been their delightful custom of late)... Well... One thing led to another -- "one thing" being Kai's Daddy's cock and "another" being Kai's bottomhole. And before either quite realized it, they were fucking quite actively. On the floor. Doggie style. While keeping their voices down so that Kai's Mom couldn't hear. She heard anyway. Of course. And the most intense emotion she felt was relief. Now maybe her husband would stop bothering her for sex each and every month. It was so annoying! So Kai was feeling pretty good about things in general. Except for his ass, which was a bit tender after six fuckings in less than eight hours. Not that he regretted a single spurt of man's cream in his bowels or a single stroke against his prostate. When Andrew walked up to Kai that morning, right before school started, he had almost forgotten about the innocent virgin. But it was his duty as a seasoned sissyboy to assist the new lads in their quest for cock. So he greeted Andrew, then walked with him toward class. "Uh, Kai. Has that Dr. Seminate guy, uh, helped you so far?" Kai smiled at his new friend's shyness and innocence. "He's helped me see who I really am. And that's been great." Kai knew he was being ambiguous, but he didn't want to scare Andrew off. Andrew wanted a straight answer, but didn't know how to even phrase the question. So Kai said, "Stop by my house after school and I'll tell you all about it. Meet me at the statue and we'll walk home together." That sounded reasonable to Andrew, so he agreed. Knowing it would be no problem with his Mom. Andrew being somewhere else was always cool with Mrs. Smallputz. The only thing was, that day, Mom told Andrew that she was having Andrew's latest "uncle" over for dinner that night and Andrew was to put the casserole in by 4:45. Leaving him about 75 minutes with Kai. So all went as planned and the boys arrived at Kai's house. They turned down milk and cookies from Kai's mom, then went to Kai's room. Oh dear. Andrew was alone with Kai. In Kai's room. Unsupervised. What should he do? A question, perhaps? "Uh, Kai. You said you would tell me about you and Dr. Seminate. Is now a good time to talk?" Kai smiled. Good golly, he was cute. "It's always a good time for boys like you and me to talk about handsome men, don't you think?" Andrew still wasn't sure what a "boy like Kyle and him" was. But he nodded agreement. "Dr. Seminate and I are very good friends, Andrew. He knows what a sissyboy needs and he gives it to me. You know what a sissyboy needs, don't you, Andrew?" Cold sweat had formed on Andrew's upper lip. Andrew was pretty sure that Kai was trying to get Andrew to admit that he was a gay little creampuff who lived for man-cock. Crossing a one-way bridge to an unknown land. Maybe Kai even wanted to do "boy things" with Andrew right there, right then! No going back, if... Other boys teasing and ridiculing... Tired of Andrew's dithering, Kai stepped forward and kissed his pretty classmate full on the mouth. Oh! Andrew's first kiss!!! And quite a hot one. Very lippy, with lots of tongue. Kai knew how to give and receive a torrid kiss. Andrew was a fast learner. Andrew couldn't stop trembling as Kai kissed him, sensing a great disturbance in the Force. Moving things along in the limited time they had before Andrew had to go home, Kai slid down his trousers and kicked off his loafers. Standing and kissing Andrew while wearing only a tshirt, socks and [blush] pink panties with white lace trim. Andrew could feel Kai disrobing as they kissed, which was very unsettling and frightfully exciting. But he didn't know about the panties until Kai broke the kiss, stepped back and removed his tshirt. Standing a mere three feet from Andrew. Wearing only panties. Mouth wet from tongue-kissing. Looking so cute. And erect! Panties!!! Kai wore panties!!! And kissed other boys!! Probably let men put their hot, stiff penises into him too...like those little fuckbunnies in "Sissy Boy." Oh! Andrew actually considered flight. To save his chastity. And his fragile heterosexuality. That was one option. But Andrew chose wisely. He dropped his pants, kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled off his shirt. Standing before his first potential lover wearing only Brady Bunch boxers, which is not only alliterative but kept Greg Brady right next to Andrew's most private parts. Three feet away stood everything that almost everyone had told Andrew was wrong. Andrew knew better. Andrew seized the lead from Kai and took off his underwear first. Standing naked before the pantied Kai. Kai smiled broadly, joined Andrew in full nudity, stepped forward to take Andrew's hand, and led him to the bed. Where they lay, kissed and manually explored each other's naughtiest bits for 35 minutes. Which had them both in quite a state. Someone had to spunk first and Andrew was someone. It wasn't his fault really. The boys were tongue-kissing and groping each other's peeners...which was thrilling enough. But then the boys started rubbing stiffies and Kai upped the naughty-meter by rubbing the pad of his right, middle finger along Andrew's wrinkled anus. Oh! Andrew hurled out his boy's cream on that one. All over Kai's penile parts. Which triggered Kai's own "boy's time." Two shuddering, orgasming boys kissed and embraced through 40 seconds of ecstasy. Magnificent! In the afterglow, the boys held a discourse on erotic matters. Andrew blushingly admitted that he was a virgin. Kai admitted that he was not. And, though he didn't kiss and tell about who was pounding his pootie, Kai admitted to three big-cocked lovers and described the anal act in a way that was terrifyingly enticing to Andrew. Mindful of the time, Kai sucked Andrew's cock to a cummy conclusion, which thrilled the boy no end. They parted reluctantly, with Kai promising many future encounters with each farewell tongue-kiss. Sissyboy love affairs, as we know, can be quite torrid. And Andrew and Kai's little tryst-in-the-making held every promise of hot passion. Still, Andrew liked sex better than promises of future sex, so he was grumbling a bit to himself as he hurried home to do that chore for an indifferent mother and her latest lout-du-jour, whom Andrew hadn't even met yet. The boy let himself in, then preheated the oven as he did the "cookies and milk" thing. When the oven beeped that it had reached 350 degrees, Andrew shoved the casserole in, then hurried upstairs for a quick wank before Mom got home. (Despite two excellent creamies with Kyle, Andrew's little peanuts throbbed for blissful release.) Andrew stripped to the [blush] skimpy black panties that Kai insisted Andrew wear home. Nudity or pantied semi-nudity being the optimal uniform for a fine wank. Poor Andrew. He was finding it more and more difficult to pass a mirror without admiring his blazing beauty. His first view of himself in a pair of black "come-fuck-me-NOW" panties made the boy exquisitely erect. As the urge to "empty his tee tees" intensified, Andrew retrieved his treasured issue of "Anal Enthusiast" and a bottle of lube from their hiding places. He lay on his back on his bed and skinned his panties down to mid-thigh, then considered the "wet little eye" that was looking right at him. It wasn't big, but Kai seemed to like it a lot. Kai. [Sigh] Kai said Andrew was beautiful. It was true. Andrew was pretty sure that men would think he was beautiful too. Men. Like Dr. Seminate. Oh. Or like the man in the magazine who was demonstrating what the magazine told its fellow "anal enthusiasts" was the proper way to "massage your boy's prostate and drive him half mad with lust." The boy in the pictures did, in fact seem half mad with lust. And achieved the other half when the man put the boy on all fours and shoved his fat prick into the boy's anus and well into his bowels. Oh my, Andrew thought as he rubbed masturbation cream onto his enflamed cock. The boy seemed to enjoy having that fat bludgeon inside of him. Rubbing his prostate mercilessly. Making the boy shoot his cream in big, rope-like arcs! Andrew squealed and shot several rope-like arcs of his own cream. Which was very nice indeed, until... "So that's what you do in the afternoon when your Mom is at work. Looks like a lot more fun than video games." It was a man!!! In Andrew's bedroom!!! The man saw Andrew in panties -- looking at a book filled with pictures of men fucking boys' bottoms -- and cumming his pretty guts out as he looked at the pics and imagined being the boy who was being fucked!!! Andrew was terrified! Was the man a roving rapist, who broke into pretty latchkey boys' homes to see if they were gay? Worse! "I'm Gary, your Mom's new boyfriend. And I must say, I'm VERY glad to meet you, Andrew." Mom's new boyfriend!?!?!? He would tell Mom everything and she would ship him off to some gay rehabilitation camp or something. Maybe even bury him in a shallow grave in the backyard. Wait. Did "Gary" say that he was VERY glad to meet Andrew? He did. And he was sitting on the bed. Next to Andrew. Rubbing his finger in the pool of sperm that had formed around Andrew's belly button. "You're way prettier than your Mom, Andrew. That must be why she was hiding you from me." Even though fear had teleported poor Andrew to near catatonia (which is a new country seeking EU membership), the functioning part of his terrorized brain heard and processed the part about being prettier than his Mom. And that a man said it. Quite a good-looking man. Who was very interested in Andrew's recent tribute to Eros. To Andrew's astonishment, Gary used two fingers of his left hand to scoop up a generous dollop of sweet boy's cream, bring it to his mouth and lick it off! "Mmmmmm," the crazy man said to Andrew. "That's delicious. I'll bet you keep your boyfriends very happy." Being far more truthful than one needs to be in our world, Andrew squeaked out, "But I don't have any boyfriends." Then reconsidered quickly and added, "Except one. Maybe." Gary was delighted at the response. The boy was just beginning to flower. Perhaps he was even...was it too much to ask...a virgin? Gary set out to find out. He returned his fingers to the "soup du jour," scooped up a second generous serving and rubbed it into the crevice between Andrew's bottom cheeks. Very near the anus. Watching for Andrew's reaction. Had Andrew resisted in any way, Gary would have backed off and let it go. Andrew, showing his slut potential quite nicely, opened his legs as far as they would go. And repositioned himself a bit to allow Gary freer access to Andrew's anus. Gary smiled. Then he said, "Sperm is the greatest natural lubricant, no matter what that `Anal Enthusiast' magazine or even `Sissy Boy' says about that Spermbutt stuff. Let me show you." So for the first time, sweet, innocent Andrew was penetrated! That time only by a man's two fingers. But to Andrew, it felt like a telephone pole entering his ridiculously tight bottom. He squealed in pain and even thought about saying the s-word (Stop!) men hate to hear from a boy. But when Gary's cum-coated fingers found Andrew's prostate! Andrew gave out a loud groan of lust. Then tried to hold on as the rocket ship took him to infinity and beyond. Cum-coated manfingers on a boy's prostate for the first time will get said boy's full attention. Andrew felt as if he were losing control of everything and then, he surrendered. To Gary. To men. To his deepest feelings. And the rocket accelerated to Warp Factor Ten. Which caused an equal and opposite reaction in Andrew's balls. All very Newtonian. All remarkably intense. Resulting in the fiercest orgasm of Andrew's beautiful young life. Andrew's chest was heaving and tears were streaming from his eyes in a cacophony of confused lust. The man would fuck him now, Andrew knew. Taking advantage of the poor, young boy while Andrew was weak and vulnerable. It wouldn't be Andrew's fault that he gave up his virginity to a man he didn't know. It would be the fault of the brutish, overly-stimulated man who would fuck Andrew. So what was the man waiting for? "I'd love to fuck you, Sweetie, and I know you'd love it. But your Mom's going to be here in 20 minutes and I'm gonna need a lot more time then that to give you a proper seeing-to. Maybe the day after tomorrow in the afternoon if you get home at 3. Meanwhile, have you ever seen a man's cock, other than in one of those magazines?" Andrew had to fight through his bitter disappointment, in order to shake his head "no." Gary noticed. "I'm sorry about not fucking you after getting you all steamed up like that. But I'll be here at 3 the day after tomorrow and we'll have a proper love tussle. With this." And with one move the man pulled his pants and boxers down and off to reveal a long, thick cock and a pair of hairy balls any sissyboy would be delighted to tongue bathe. Andrew actually squeaked when he saw his first mancock. Which delighted the cock's owner. "You can touch it if you want, Andrew," Gary suggested helpfully. Andrew sat up. His face was inches from the standing Gary's cock. It was beautiful. An exquisite work of art. He HAD to touch it! Andrew laid his warm fingers along its proud shaft. Felt its heat. Its strength. The boy noted with pride that the man seemed to wince with anticipation when Andrew's fingers gripped the thick foreskin. He smiled when the man groaned as Andrew drew the hood back to expose the pink knob of a penetrator any man would be proud to call his own. There was power in all this for the boy. He was making the man wince and groan and leak. Especially leak. Which was further proof that Andrew was exciting the man, wasn't it? Did Andrew dare to kiss those lips from which the leakage sprang? He did. A wet kiss that made Andrew lick his lips to secure all the tastiness of the man's semen. He dared to look up and lock eyes with the man. And saw...neediness. The man needed Andrew. He needed Andrew to take his cock into his pretty mouth and lick it until something very nice happened. The man had needs. He needed Andrew. It would be cruel of Andrew to deny those needs. Gary couldn't believe his good fortune. The prettiest boy he had ever seen was kissing his leaky knob and had all but promised him a fucking on his day off, the day after tomorrow. Gary liked boys. He thought about them when he was fucking women. Which made women-fucking far more exciting. Even better if the women had a pretty young son or two who needed a "daddy" for "certain tasks" that their divorced or absent father had neglected. Six such boys had shared love with Gary thus far. Andrew was the lucky seventh. Or maybe Gary was the lucky one, as the boy had just consumed Gary's knob with a surprising dexterity of jaw. And was licking, sucking, tonguing the knob quite spectacularly as he explored Gary's hairy eggs with two inquisitive hands. In such a situation, man wasn't designed to hold his seeds in his bag for long. Gary gave Andrew the "sissyboy's big reward" with a flourish. Andrew gagged at first, but then swallowed the majority of the issue of his first experience as a cocksucker. Dinner with Mom and Gary was far duller. Though the little looks Gary kept sneaking at Andrew and the boy's answering blushes made it somewhat interesting. Five -- Therapy climaxes Andrew had a lot to think about when he showed up for his appointment with Dr. Seminate the next day. Since his last visit, a mere 47 hours earlier, Andrew had enjoyed mutual masturbation and kissing with another pretty boy, had his cock sucked by said boy, had his prostate massaged to orgasm by a man and sucked said man's cock. All firsts for Andrew. All in all the greatest experiences of his life. Had Dr. Seminate engendered all that by giving him those wonderfully filthy books? Or was it all Kai's doing? Followed by a very fortunate choice of lovers by Mom? Lots to consider and maybe even discuss with Dr. Seminate. Right after Dr. Seminate was done with Kai. Was Kai in there with Dr. Seminate? Didn't Kai say something about his Mom taking him somewhere after school that day...as Andrew was sucking his cock in that stall in the boy's room? Andrew couldn't remember. Probably the ADD. Anyway, Dr. Seminate's door opened and no Kai. Just the marvelously hunky Dr. Seminate. Holding the door for Andrew. Inviting him in. Closing the door behind Andrew. Offering Andrew a seat as he sat across from the boy. Dr. Seminate smiled and said, "So how are you today, Andrew?" to which the boy showed full pre-teenage articulation. "Fine." Waiting for Dr. Seminate to take the lead on things. Dr. Seminate waited. Waited. "I looked at those books you gave me." Dr. Seminate relaxed. He knew he was "in." Or would be soon. "What did you think of them, Andrew?" Andrew squirmed a bit. There was still a risk in admitting certain things, Andrew thought. Even with a man Andrew was certain wanted to get into Andrew's panties. Which, by the way, he had cleaned and was wearing. "I liked them," the boy said. [Pause] [Deep breath] "They sort or describe things I would like to do." That wasn't so difficult now, was it? Dr. Seminate said, "Hmmm," then, "I see." [Pause] "Have you ever done any of the things in those books, Andrew?" Andrew gulped. How much to tell? Well, the man was his therapist. Confidentiality guaranteed. "Not until yesterday, Dr. Seminate, then it all sort of happened to me at once." Dr. Seminate shifted in his seat. Was it warm in there? Dr. Seminate had Andrew spotted as a sissyboy well before the boy's first appointment. Then was delighted when Andrew was referred to him. Exposure to the "literature," followed over a period of one or two weeks of counseling usually led to the typical sissyboy admitting all of his carnal needs, then indulging in them with the man who was there when he admitted who he was. It had been a recipe for great pussy for several years. But Andrew was on a fast track. Dr. Seminate cleared his throat and asked, "Did you do those things with a boy or a man?" Andrew blushed. "Both." That little tart! Dr. Seminate's cock was becoming outrageous. Would he not get to deflower the little tulip's bottom? Maybe he would. "What exactly did you do, Andrew?" Andrew cleared his throat, then proceeded to do just that. "My friend from school and I went to his house and he got naked and kissed and played with each other until we shot our stuff. Then he took my penis into his mouth and sucked it until I shot again." Andrew was proud of himself for the way that he didn't reveal Kai's identity. And for the way the man was becoming so obviously excited. "And the man?" Dr. Seminate asked. "Oh, he's my mother's latest boyfriend. He caught me in bed, with my panties down, making myself shoot while reading `Anal Enthusiast.' He put his fingers in my bottom and massaged something in there until I thought I was going crazy -- then I shot again. Hard!" "That was a lot of `shooting,' Andrew. Was that the last time you shot that day?" "Yes, but the man did. When I sucked his penis and he shot a big load of stuff down my throat." No fucking yet, Dr. Seminate thought. Perhaps he could still be the first. "You can say `cock' here, Andrew. This is a safe place." "But I don't want to be `safe' any more, Dr. Seminate. I like doing naughty things. My mother's boyfriend said that after school tomorrow, he was going to fuck me. I can say `fuck' here too, right? Good. Do you think I should let him fuck me, Dr. Seminate?" "Is that what you want, Andrew?" "Well, sort of. But I think I'd like it better if you fucked me first." Bingo. What every man aches to hear. Dr. Seminate dropped his notepad and held his arms out to Andrew, who quickly sissied over to the man and sat on his lap. Engulfed by the man's arms, Andrew succumbed to his kisses. Tonguey kisses. Hungry kisses. Scorching hot kisses. Kisses that seemed to remove Andrew's clothes until he was wearing only the black, bikini panties that Gary had spied him in the day before. Though Dr. Seminate was both confident and dominant, the sight of Andrew in those black "invitations" made the man shiver with erotic anticipation. "Follow me, Honey," Dr. Seminate said as he eased his prize from his lap. The man took the boy's hand and led him to a door at the rear of the office, which opened to a room with a bed the size of Rhode Island. He led Andrew to the bed, then placed him on his back. Giving the boy a nice show as Dr. Seminate stripped to a buff, hairy nude. Dr. Seminate noted with pride that Andrew's panties were furiously tented and sopping nicely around his pricktip. Andrew noted with pleasure that Dr. Seminate's cock was bigger than Gary's. And that it would be fucking him forthwith. Not quite forthwith, as it turned out. Dr. Seminate wanted Andrew to be in a proper state before he fucked him. He wanted Andrew to be panting, gasping and begging for cock. Step one -- panty removal. Slowly. With appropriate sighs and gasps in admiration of the boy's flashing beauty. What a lovely pricklet Andrew had, Dr. Seminate thought. Pinkly perfect. Should he give the boy a bit of oral relief to calm him a bit? No way. The man wanted the boy to be fully steamed. Balls aching with need. He wanted to be in that condition as well when he entered Andrew's virginal hole. So he took his time. Savoring each of Andrew's delights. Beginning with the boy's oversized, achingly erect nipples. Kissing each one. Tonguing them in turn. Lots of saliva. Lots of moans and whimpers from Andrew, who until that moment had never really thought about his nipples. Andrew had thought about his toes however. Though not about having them licked and sucked. All ten of them. The way the man was doing so very nicely. Andrew's testicles were beginning to hurt. He needed to cum, but the man hadn't even touched his little cock. Or rubbed that "special place" inside him. Then the man's fingers were inside Andrew. Slippery fingers. Opening him up. Preparing him for the next phase of his life. Getting him so close to relief...so close...then stopping! Tears were in Andrew's eyes as he looked at the man and said, "Please!" The man nodded. Then turned Andrew onto his stomach and slid three pillows under his midsection. Giving the man an optimal angle for an "impossible" task. Andrew knew that colossal cock would never fit into his diminutive asshole. But he needed it. More than life itself. Had to be fucked! The pain wasn't debilitating when Dr. Seminate managed to seat the knob within Andrew. But it wasn't a Sunday stroll either. It got a smidge worse when the man shoved in the rest of his rammer, in one-inch increments. But it was bearable. And the pressure on his prostate, despite the pain, foreshadowed future joys. Andrew wasn't sure he would survive his first fucking until Dr. Seminate said, "It's all in, Baby. Are you all right?" Andrew thought before answering, then grunted out, "I think so. But I still need to shoot. My balls hurt more than my bottom." "Let me take care of both of those, Sweetie." And the man fucked the boy. Slowly at first. Then vigorously. Abusing Andrew's prostate the way a boy dreams of his prostate being abused. Problem one was solved when the pain in Andrew's bottom morphed to ecstasy. Which solved problem two. Wetly. The boy let out a very loud scream of lust as his balls erupted, soaking the pillows with boy lava. And giving Dr. Seminate a treasured souvenir of one of the best days of both their lives. Dr. Seminate wanted to hold off his own orgasm, but he was too excited. Andrew felt the irrigation in his bowels. He was proud that he had given the man pleasure. And that he had endured the near-fatal elasticity test. But most of all, he was looking forward to his second fucking. And his third. And all the fuckings thereafter. He was never disappointed. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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