Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 19:02:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Restitution Two

  Sissyboy Restitution -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer


  AUTHOR'S OOPS!!!  I feel as if a large fried-egg is sitting in the middle
of my face.  As at least one astute reader pointed out, the word I wanted
for this series was "restitution," which means "making good," rather than
"retribution," which means "getting even," and is a more severe word than I
intended.  I take great pride in using the language properly to tell my
smutty stories and this time I didn't get it done.  Sorry.


  One -- Fiscal difficulties

  Thirteen-year-old Evan and twelve-year-old Chrissie Spunker were worried
boys when their Daddy called them into his room for a serious talk that
Friday afternoon right after school.

  Things hadn't gone well for the Spunkers recently.  Two weeks earlier,
the boys' Mom had run off with a very rich guy twice her age and Daddy had
been very sad.  For a number of reasons.

  Mom had always had expensive tastes, but that had accelerated over the
previous six months.  Daddy had maxed out his credit cards and practically
bankrupted himself in a losing effort to keep his wife in the family.

  But that wasn't the worst of it, as Daddy was about to explain to his
sweet, young, beautiful, innocent boys.

  "Things are bad for Daddy right now.  Really bad," he told the fearful
little beauties.  "Daddy's facing something bad.  Really bad.  You can help
make it better, but I know it's a lot to ask of you.  Maybe too much."

  Evan and Chrissie were trembling.  Daddy was so distraught.  They hated
to see him like that.  But if they could help, they would love to do it.
Even if it was "a lot to ask."

  How bad, Evan thought, could it be?

  Daddy was about to tell them.

  "When I spent everything I had and everything I could borrow on Mom, I
did a really dumb thing.  [sob] A very dumb thing.  I..."

  Daddy's voice broke and both Evan and Chrissie went over to Daddy and put
their arms around him to comfort him.

  That seemed to make Daddy feel better.  Daddy knew what delicious little
treasures his boys were.  That was part of his problem.  And its solution.

  Still hugging his boys, Daddy said, "I stole from my company.  Embezzled,
actually.  Nearly $100,000.  Money I could never pay back.  They found out
and they're going to tell the police and then put me in prison."

  Poor Evan and Chrissie began to cry!  Loud, heaving sobs, thinking about
a life in an orphanage.  With only one set of rags to wear and a bowl and
spoon as their only possessions.

  Daddy held them, comforted them, then reminded them that there was a way
out.

  But what could it be?

  Daddy cleared his throat and began.  "The only people who can make this
all go away are the four members of my company's board of directors.  And
they've made a proposal to me.  They'll forget about the embezzlement and
even pay off my credit cards.  A fresh start.  If we do one thing for them.
It's sort of `restitution' for what I did."

  The boys caught the "we" part.

  Chrissie asked, "What can we do, Daddy?"

  Daddy paused, perhaps for effect, then said, "The board members have
known you boys since you were little and they've always `admired' you."

  Innocent little Evan was puzzled.  "Admired us how, Daddy?"

  How to answer that?  Daddy said, "They think you're pretty.  And sexy.
They want to kiss you and make love to you."

  Evan understood the "kissing" part.  He thought that was creepy.  Men
wanting to kiss pretty young boys.  It wasn't natural.  Everyone said so.
And he didn't know what "making love" meant when it involved men and boys.
How was that possible?  What kinds of things did it involve?  And wasn't it
all super-icky?

  His younger brother Chrissie, who had thought such possibilities through
on his own, had a pretty good idea what Daddy meant.

  Daddy could see the boys' fear -- especially Evan's.  He said, "I would
never let those men hurt you.  They just want 48 hours with you. Starting
at 6 p.m. today.  Then the restitution will be all over and we can start
anew.  Wouldn't that be nice?  If I had to go to prison, what would happen
to you?  What if you ended up in an orphanage or with someone who wanted
you to `do things' for years, not just 48 hours?  That would be awful.  I'm
looking out for you here."

  And for himself, of course.

  Chrissie asked, pragmatically, "How do we know the board of directors men
will keep their word, Daddy?"

  "Good question, Honey.  What they want to do, and will do, with you
underage boys if you agree, is against the law, so if they send me to
prison, your testimony would send them to prison.  We would each have
something on each other.  The time with the men wouldn't be bad, really.
You might even enjoy what they do.  Lots of boys do.  Especially the pretty
ones.  The very pretty ones.  Like the two of you."

  Evan shuddered with disgust.  How could he enjoy men touching him and
kissing him all over?

  Chrissie didn't seem all that disgusted.

  Nevertheless, the boys looked at each other and nodded.

  "We'll do it, Daddy." Evan said.  And that was that.


  Two -- Stiff as a Board

  Daddy took his boys to the designated, restitution rendezvous -- a luxury
suite in the town's finest hotel.

  Before he knocked on the door, he asked the boys one more time, "Are you
sure you want to do this?"

  Evan gulped and nodded.  But Chrissie asked an odd question: "Are the men
handsome, Daddy?"

  Daddy thought that was an odd question.  Was Chrissie gay?  Somehow that
concerned Daddy.  Even though he was pimping him and his terrified brother
out to pay for his felonies.

  The difference between truth and fiction is that fiction has to make
sense.  And the truth wasn't pretty in this case.

  Though the boys were.  Very pretty.  And their anxieties, in varying
degrees, made for a very naughty situation.

  Daddy ignored Chrissie's question and knocked on the door.  It opened and
they were greeted by a beaming Mr. Porkboy, the chairman of the board.

  The man was fifty-something, impeccably dressed in a $3,000 suit and VERY
attractive, in a late-middle-aged-virility kind of way.

  Chrissie smiled at Mr. Porkboy.  Evan looked down and refused to meet his
gaze.

  Daddy opened his mouth to say something, but Mr. Porkboy cut him off.
"Thank you, Jeff.  I'll have the boys ready for pickup at 6 p.m. on Sunday.
Right this way, boys.  I'm so glad you're staying with us this weekend."
And he closed the door in Daddy's face.  Which is what happens when you do
bad things for worse reasons.

  Alone.

  Poor, innocent, 13-year-old Evan and 12-year-old Chrissie, whose
innocence may have been negotiable.

  Alone with a man.  Men.  Who wanted to do probably gay and certainly icky
things with the boys all weekend.

  It was terrifying!!

  Was it too late to back out?  Save their honor, yet send their Daddy to
prison and themselves to some Dickensian orphanage?

  Mr. Porkboy didn't want them thinking too much about things like that. So
he moved the agenda along.  Leading them into a well-appointed bedroom.
With a large bed, whose only occupants were two miniscule pieces of cloth.

  "This is your room, my darlings.  And we have several others.  We have
lots of nice, satisfying activities for you this weekend.  And some really
good food -- all you want and anything you want.  We'll call down to room
service for it whenever you get hungry.

  "The other gentlemen are eager to meet you, but you'll want to get
dressed first.  In those lovely outfits laid out on the bed.  Evan is a
little bigger than Chrissie, I see.  But either outfit should fit you both.
I'll just pop out for five minutes while you dress.  Modesty and all that.
I'll be back soon."

  And he left.

  For five minutes, he said.

  Evan looked at Chrissie and his eyes filled with tears.  Which only got
worse as Chrissie inspected the "outfits."

  One was a lilac-colored, thong panty.  The briefest garment either boy
had ever seen.  The back of it was only a thin string.  The other "garment"
was slightly bulkier -- pink, ultra-skimpy, bikini panties.

  Evan could never wear either one. Poor Daddy was going to prison.  He was
about to inform Chrissie of that, but Evan's little brother was stripping
off his clothes, shoes and socks and was holding first one, then the other
silky little "dainties" against himself.  Looking in the room's full-length
mirror.

  "These are both so cute, don't you think, Ev?" Chrissie asked his big
brother.  "I think I like the thong.  Is it OK with you if you wear the
pink panties?"

  Evan stared at his brother in horror.  Was he going to go along with this
abominable situation?  Willingly?  Eagerly?

  Chrissie went ahead as if Evan had consented.  Sliding the wispy. lilac
thong up his long, creamy legs and over what Evan was disgusted to see was
Chrissie's full, nearly three-and-one-half-inch erection.

  Evan watched as Chrissie posed in front of the mirror.  Admiring his
nearly-nude body.  Turning this way and that.  Looking back at the mirror,
over his shoulder, at the bare, pink globes of his plump, perfect bottom.

  Chrissie's stiff penis had tented the sparse garment so badly that his
tiny testicles peeked out from under the lilac pagoda.

  At that moment, Evan realized that resistance to the men's despicable
agenda would not be unanimous.  Resignedly and dejectedly, he stripped nude
and stepped into the barely-there panties.

  They were horrible!  So scanty that they didn't even cover the full crack
of his bottom.  Or all of his sparse pubic hair.

  The panties were difficult to put on because, Evan too was inexplicably
erect.  Nearly four pulsing inches worth.

  Perhaps Evan wasn't totally in despair.

  Evan sneaked a look at himself in the mirror.  He was very pretty.  And
had a great body. His ass was at least the equal of his brother.
Curiously, his large nipples were fully erect, like his penis.

  So many new things to "despair" over.  And the evening was young.

  At precisely five minutes, Mr. Porkboy reappeared.  And greeted the
lovely, pantied boys with a gasp of deep appreciation.  And lust.

  Evan made an earnest attempt at modesty.  Covering his pubic region with
his left hand and his nipples, for some reason he barely understood, with
his right arm.  Chrissie merely stood with arms at his sides, facing
Mr. Porkboy.  Basking in the man's profuse praise for the young Spunker
boys' astounding beauty.

  "You're the most gorgeous boys in the solar system," Mr. Porkboy
understated.  "My fellow board members will be as in love with you as I
am."

  Evan winced at that.  This, this "man" was "in love" with two young boys?
That was so wrong!

  What a miserable situation!

  Still, no one had touched them yet.  And there were only 47 hours and 53
minutes yet to endure.

  Mr. Porkboy went to an adjoining door and admitted three other men.
Reinforcements in perversion, Evan thought.

  Chrissie gave them all a mega-watt smile.  Evan cast his eyes downward in
shame, looking up occasionally to peek.

  "Evan, Chrissie," Mr. Porkboy said, "these fine men are my fellow company
directors.  Please meet the company president, Mr. Wankov, our chief
operating officer, Mr. Lubebum, and our chief financial officer,
Mr. Grandload."

  Evan regarded them critically.  They were all younger than Mr. Porkboy.
Mr. Wankov and Mr. Lubebum appeared to be in their 40s.  Mr. Grandload was
even younger, perhaps 35.  They were all wearing very expensive suits and
silk ties.  And even young Evan had to admit, they were all fit and
handsome.

  Things had gotten worse already, Evan thought.  He and his brother were
outnumbered two to one!  And the men were so big and strong!  How would
Evan and Chrissie be able to resist them?

  So anything "unnatural" that happened to Evan and Chrissie wasn't their
fault.

  Right?

  As Evan made his best evaluation of what he considered a "deteriorating
situation," Chrissie was making his own evaluation.

  Those men were major hunks, he thought.  Especially that Mr. Grandload
guy -- the youngest.

  Chrissie couldn't help locking eyes with Mr. Grandload.  And
Mr. Grandload returned the stare.  Especially when Chrissie acted all shy
and flirty.  Batting his eyes.

  Evan noticed all that.  And wondered who this little flirtbox was and
what had he done with Evan's younger brother?

  Mr. Porkboy noticed too.  And made a chairman-of-the-board-worthy
decision.  "I think Mr. Grandload and I will attend to these young pretties
first, gentlemen.  We'll call you in soon."

  Mr. Wankov and Mr. Lubebum weren't crazy about that decision, but the
thought of even "sloppy seconds" from Evan and Chrissie was a notion that
would sustain them.  They left directly.

  Leaving Evan and Chrissie alone with Mr. Porkboy and Mr. Grandload.

  As customary, Mr. Porkboy took charge again.  "I'm going to hang my suit
up so it doesn't get messy when Evan has his `boy's time.'  Perhaps you
would like to do that for Chrissie as well, Mr. Grandload."

  So the "dates" had been paired off.

  But what was "boy's time?"

  Though he was trembling feverishly, Evan asked.  "What's `boy's time,'
Mr. Porkboy?"

  As Mr. Porkboy removed his trousers and hung them carefully, he
responded.  "That's when a boy has his pleasure.  He gets an amazing
feeling in his tummy, all the way to his toes, and he spurts his `boy's
cream'"

  Evan still didn't get it.  Though one look at Chrissie told him that Evan
would be the one wearing the dunce cap.  To make Evan look less ignorant,
Chrissie asked, "Mr. Grandload, what's boy's cream?"

  The younger man had stripped to his underwear shorts and was hanging his
shirt as he said, "That's the wonderful substance that your little pink bag
makes and shoots from your penis when a man makes love to you.  It's what
makes you happy and men happy.  Men love boy's cream.  And boys love to
make it."

  Evan was assaulted by new concepts.  He had never made this boy's cream
stuff.  Did boys really make it when men "loved them?"  And did it feel
THAT good to make?

  There was silence in the room as the boys watched the men strip to their
corporate-logoed boxer shorts.  Both men were hairy and virile.  And their
shorts were each "disturbed" by a thick pole that the boys could see
outlined, but remained hidden from their shamed/eager eyes.

  Evan summoned up his courage and asked yet another question.  "Do men
make cream too?"

  Mr. Porkboy answered that one.  "Oh, yes, my darling angels.  You'll help
us make it all weekend.  And you'll make your boy's cream.  We'll have an
awesome time.

  Evan was shaking almost uncontrollably.  He wanted to go home.  But that
just wasn't an option.  Still, could these men be telling the truth?  Would
he and Chrissie enjoy making "boy's cream" when they had their "boy's
time?"  Would Evan enjoy it?

  Chrissie looked as if he wanted to open a dairy.

  He was sitting on the bed next to Mr. Grandload.  The man had his arm
around Chrissie, telling the boy how sweet and beautiful he was.

  Mr. Porkboy was sitting on the other side of the bed, wearing just his
boxers, patting the bed for Evan to sit next to him.

  Evan took a breath and sat next to the man who was going to give him an
education.  For better or for worse.


  Three -- Educate me!

  Evan flinched when Mr. Porkboy rested his left hand on the boy's bare
left shoulder.  His hand was very warm and strong.  But gentle too.

  Mr. Porkboy wasn't sure whether he was happier to have "the challenge"
boy or "the easy-peasy" boy.  They were both adorable.  And he was sure
that Evan would "give it up" in short order.

  The chairman had seen the chemistry between Chrissie and Mr. Grandload
and went with it.  A real businessman goes with the world as it is, not the
way he wishes it would be.

  Mr. Porkboy ran his left hand over Evan's upper left arm and said, "I
think you and Chrissie are the bravest, most loving and loyal boys in the
world.  You must really love your Daddy to `give yourselves' to us like
this.  I admire you greatly."

  Praise works wonders as a seduction technique, especially if it has a
basis in truth.

  Evan stopped shaking and sniveling and thought about that.  He was
brave. Darn it!  And he could "endure" anything for his Daddy.  To whom he
was loving and loyal.

  Maybe if he just relaxed a little...

  "If you just relax a little," Mr. Porkboy said, "I think you'll enjoy
this weekend very much.  If it isn't the weekend you remember most fondly
for the rest of your life, I would be very surprised."

  Evan looked at Mr. Porkboy with incredulity.  How could he look at all
this "with fondness?"

  Still, a glance at Chrissie told Evan that Mr. Grandload was kissing the
sweet boy as he felt his "boy's things" through his tiny, lilac, thong
panties.  Chrissie was making sounds that said, "I'll certainly remember
this fondly."

  Then Mr. Porkboy did a naughty thing.  Not as naughty as Mr. Grandload,
certainly.  But naughty.  He took one of Evan's boyish nipples between the
thumb and forefinger of his right hand and began to rub and tweak it
gently.

  Evan squeaked from surprise.  But didn't slap Mr. Porkboy and storm off
to lock himself in the bathroom.

  It felt kind of nice.  So he "let" Mr. Porkboy do it.

  Mr. Porkboy knew from this small victory that all would be well from then
on.  But "slowly" was the right approach to win with this boy.

  "Do you like that, Sweetheart?" Mr. Porkboy asked Evan.

  The boy's small gasp was answer enough.

  "I thought you would like that.  I have other things I think you would
like.  I'll show you.  If you don't like something, just let me know and
I'll stop, OK?"

  Evan liked that. He was in control again.  Could stop Mr. Porkboy anytime
he wanted.

  Interestingly, Mr. Grandload had made no such offer to Chrissie.
Apparently, Mr. Grandload had decided that his own "hot little piece" would
like everything on the menu.

  As Mr. Porkboy tweaked Evan's nipple, he placed a soft kiss on the boy's
forehead.

  That was the kind of kiss his grandmother gave him.  So it was OK, right?

  He let Mr. Porkboy kiss his cheeks too.  And chin.  All nice.

  Then Mr. Porkboy went for his first big prize.  He kissed Evan softly on
the lips.  Then again.

  It was a "gay" kiss.  From a man.  But it felt nice.  And Evan didn't
die.  Plus, he wasn't about to be less loyal to Daddy than Chrissie was.
Who was gasping and panting as Mr. Grandload tongue-kissed him and rubbed
Chrissie's stiff prickie through his pantied peeny.

  Mr. Porkboy released Evan's nipple and consumed the boy with his arms as
he kissed him deeply.  With open mouth, but without tongue.  Yet.

  Evan surrendered slightly and liked what his capitulation engendered.
The kiss felt great.  He heard some soft moaning during the kiss, then
realized that they were his own desperate little sounds.

  Which didn't compare to the big sounds coming from the other end of the
big bed.  Chrissie was squeaking quite audibly as Mr. Grandload kissed him
-- with tongue! -- and "felt him up" through his panties.

  Mr. Porkboy and Evan broke their kiss to watch.

  Mr. Porkboy said to Evan, "Chrissie's about to have his `boy's time.'
You'll see how sweet it is."

  Evan watched intently as his baby brother's lustful noises and desperate
kisses increased in intensity until Chrissie cried out in a loud squeal,
arched his back and appeared to be possessed by an unseen force.

  Evan's eyes were wide as he watched Chrissie's pretty, lilac panties
darken with what even Evan knew had to be this so-called boy's cream.

  Oh dear.  There was so much of it that creamy globs ran out the sides of
the panties.  Fascinating Evan as he feared for his brother's health and
life.

  But Chrissie was very much alive.  He was breathing very heavily and his
eyes were closed in apparent ecstasy as his lover, Mr. Grandload, tickled
Chrissie's "boy's things" and kissed his mouth throughout the full duration
of the blissful "boy's time" and for several minutes thereafter.

  When the "crisis" had passed, Chrissie opened up his moist eyes and
looked at Evan.  "It's awesome, Evan," Chrissie said. "You'll love it."

  Evan gulped. Then looked at Mr. Porkboy, who seemed to want to start
scheduling Evan's boy's time as soon as possible.

  Then Evan looked back at Chrissie.  Mr. Grandload was gently easing
Chrissie's panties off the boy's spent penis.  Stripping the boy of his
last garment.  When he negotiated the lilac treasures past the boy's feet,
he held up the sopping evidence of Chrissie's pleasure, then set about
cleaning Chrissie further in a way Evan could never have imagined.

  Chrissie's privates were coated with Chrissie's sweet cream.  A sight
that made poor Evan feel flushed and hot.  Mr. Grandload began to very
gently lick the cream from his young lover's pubic region -- penis and
[gasp] pearl bag as well.

  Chrissie enjoyed that.  Besides making some very sexy "enjoyment noises,"
Chrissie's little tickler was stiff once more.

  Was he going to have boy's time again?

  Not in front of his brother that time.  When his man finished licking
Chrissie clean, Mr. Grandload picked the boy up in his strong arms and
said, "Chrissie and I will be in the adjoining room.  I'll leave the door
open, Evan, so you'll know he's all right."

  And they left.  Chrissie offering and getting a delicious kiss as
Mr. Grandload carried him to his destiny.

  Evan's destiny approached.

  "As you can see, you can enjoy yourself or you can fret about things,"
Mr. Porkboy said.  "With your permission, Evan, I'd like to help you enjoy
yourself."

  Evan thought about it and decided that maybe it would be OK to see what
was over the next hill.  But only that far.  So he nodded meekly at
Mr. Porkboy.

  The man was delighted.

  Still sitting on the bed, Mr. Porkboy asked Evan to stand facing him.
Evan warily complied.

  "I'm going to pull your panties down, my angel.  If you want to pull them
back up at any time, just tell me. But I want you to feel what your brother
just felt.  Only better.'

  Sibling competition again.

  Evan blushed hotly as Mr. Porkboy exposed his "boy's things," then
praised them as "perfect jewels of rare beauty."

  The man had some words about him.

  He didn't want to look down, since he was embarrassed about being
aroused.  But he did.  And saw Mr. Porkboy look first at Evan's prickie and
tee tees, then at Evan's beautiful face.

  The man asked an odd question.  "Are your private parts aching a little,
my angel?"

  Evan didn't know why, but they were in fact aching, especially in his
"peanuts."  The man knew so much about boys and their needs!

  Evan nodded his assent and Mr. Porkboy said, "That's a condition boys get
from arousal without relief.  We're going to take care of that right now."

  The man then reached under a bed pillow and produced a tube of something
the label called "Spermbutt."

  What an odd name, Evan thought.  And why was Mr. Porkboy rubbing it onto
the three middle fingers of his right hand?

  Evan found out soon.

  Mr. Porkboy said, "Every boy has something inside him called a `boy's
place.'  It's a special place where a lot of pleasure originates.  When a
man rubs it the right way, the boy has his `time.'  May I show you?"

  In for a penny, Evan figured.  "OK," he said.

  Mr. Porkboy reached behind the young beauty and found his anus.  The man
would have normally wanted to wait for a prostate massage until two hours
or so from now.  Perhaps to get the boy hard again after he fucked him.
But the boy needed a big orgasm soon if Mr. Porkboy was going to sell him
on the whole idea.

  Business principles applied to boy love.

  So he rubbed his Spermbutt-lubed finger along Evan's tender anus and
reveled in the boy's moans of pleasure.  The boy squeaked in surprise as
Mr. Porkboy entered paradise with one lubed finger.  Then squealed when
Mr. Porkboy found his prostate.

  Moments earlier, Evan might have been embarrassed by the possibility that
his "gay" sounds would be heard by Chrissie in the next room.  But Evan was
too far gone for that.  Especially when Mr. Porkboy took his stiff little
cockie into his mouth as he rubbed Evan's prostate with two, then three
fingers.

  Something VERY big was happening to Evan!  VERY big.  It was like feeling
the rumble of a freight train before it arrived.  But this was no slow,
lumbering railroad engine.  This was the 110 MPH bullet train.  Approaching
him from miles away.  Getting closer.  Feeling the man's wet mouth do its
naughty magic on his defenseless penis.  Submitting to the ecstatic agony
of a full prostate massage.

  And then the train SLAMMED into Evan!!

  Ecstasy!  In huge, debilitating waves!  Punching him in the stomach as he
pumped out the first boy's cream of his beautiful life.

  The best feeling of his life.  Ever.  Brought to him by a man.  That man.
Mr. Porkboy.

  Who was sucking and swallowing every precious drop of the boy's first
orgasm.  Licking and sucking the boy until Evan asked him to stop.

  And then they were on the bed together.  Both naked.  Kissing and
groping.  Kissing with tongues.  Exploring each other's bodies until Evan
finally had the courage to touch Mr. Porkboy's cock.

  It was a monster!

  At least twice as long as Evan's and MUCH thicker!

  It was a scary beast and Evan did the only thing he could with it.  He
slid down Mr. Porkboy's body and began to kiss it.  Just as the man had
done for him.  From the drooling tip, all the way to the huge, hairy
testicles.  Pelting the fat eggs with hot kisses.  Making Mr. Porkboy groan
manfully until man and boy heard some very loud sounds from the next room.

  Chrissie was whimpering and screaming!  Was he in trouble?  Was that
animal Mr. Grandload killing him?

  Evan was about to run to his little brother's rescue when he heard, "Oh,
fuck me, Mr. Grandload.  Please fuck me!  Harder!!"  Followed by a
blood-curdling scream that even Evan knew signaled a very nice "boy's time"
for Chrissie.

  Evan wasn't a total dope about things.  He knew from sex education in
school that men and women "fucked."  That was how babies were born.  Evan
had even walked in on Mom and Daddy once.  Daddy was on top of Mom, shoving
his big cock in and out of her.  Evan had watched for a moment or two
longer than he should have, then slipped out undetected.

  But how did a man "fuck" a boy?

  Again, Mr. Porkboy "got it" about Evan.  "Sounds as if they just had a
very nice fuck.  Do you know how men fuck boys, Evan?  No, I didn't think
so.  Well, as you just heard, it's very satisfying to both the boy and the
man.  And my poor cock desperately needs some satisfaction right about
now."

  Evan saw clear evidence of that.  Evan's oral attentions to Mr. Porkboy's
cock had the man in a state all right.

  Was he asking to FUCK Evan???

  Mr. Porkboy continued.  "The man gets the boy's bottomhole dilated and
lubricated, preferably with a first-rate lubrication like Spermbutt.  Top
of the line stuff.  Then he rubs a lot of lubricant on his cock and puts
his cock into the boy's bottom.  Each stroke rubs the boy's place, just as
I did with my fingers.  Only better.  The boy gives himself totally to the
man.  The man has his "time."  A very big time.  The boy has his time.  A
huge time.  Everyone is happy.  Like Chrissie and Mr. Grandload are right
now.  Does that sound like something you would want to do?  Your brother
liked it after all."

  Sibling pressure again.

  But that big cock in Evan's tiny bottomhole!?!?!?

  Impossible!!!

  Mr. Porkboy would kill Evan.  Split him in two.  His Daddy would have to
bury him in two caskets.

  No way.

  Forget it.

  Still...

  If he didn't, Chrissie would call him a chicken...for, like, forever.

  And Chrissie did enjoy himself.  Being fucked.  No doubt there.

  Mr. Porkboy hadn't misled Evan yet.

  [Sigh]

  "OK," Evan whimpered deliciously.  "But don't hurt me.  Please!"

  "Oh my sweet, brave darling," Mr. Porkboy said.  "I would never hurt
you."  Telling the same lie men have told boys prior to anal sex for ten
thousand years.

  Though Spermbutt certainly was a technological breakthrough, there is
still no easy way to stuff ten pounds of cock into a one-pound asshole.

  Mr. Porkboy did his best, laying Evan onto his stomach and kissing the
boy's bottomcheeks for a long while to relax him.  Followed by a nice, long
tonguing of the boy's bottomhole that gave Evan his second "boy's time" of
that fine evening.  Lubed fingers followed; then the man liberally
lubricated his own cock.

  Mr. Porkboy slid three pillows under Evan's stomach, then knelt behind
him.

  It was Evan's time.

  The sweet boy bit the pillow in anticipation as Mr. Porkboy entered Evan
with his fat knob.

  There was some pain, but the man's careful, loving preparation paid off.

  Evan endured it.  For Daddy.  For Mr. Porkboy.  But most of all, for
himself.

  He was beginning to enjoy the proceedings very much.

  And so was Mr. Porkboy.  Sensing minimal resistance, Mr. Porkboy slid his
entire manmeat in with one smooth stroke.

  Which got Evan's full attention.

  Ouch!

  But not an awful ouch.  More of an "owie."

  "Give me a second to get used to it please, Mr. Porkboy.  It's so big and
hot and hard."

  Exactly what we all want to hear.

  Mr. Porkboy waited.  Enjoying exquisite feelings of sexual domination.
The raw heat of the animalistic experience of fucking a beautiful boy's
beautiful butt.

  Until Evan squeaked out an "OK," then settled in for a ride better than
anything at any amusement park.

  Mr. Porkboy slid his lubed beauty back and forth along Evan's tortured
prostate.  Allowing the boy to travel to distant galaxies, through time and
space.

  Back and forth.

  Fucking.  For a sweet 32 minutes.

  Then screams of ecstatic agony from a fully "with-the-program" Evan.
Followed by a major infusion of creaminess from a rutting, fire-snorting
Mr. Porkboy.

  When the fucking was over, the lovers kissed softly and adoringly.

  Mr. Porkboy never wanted to give Evan up.  But there was the matter of
requiring restitution from that hot little tartlet brother of his.  And
Mr. Wankov and Mr. Lubebum were probably half-mad with lust by then.

  Wankov would be able to slide right into Evan's sweet, well-buttered bum
without any of the "prep work" Mr. Porkboy had endured.

  Oh well, Mr. Porkboy thought.  Duty calls.  And there were still 45 hours
and 36 minutes until they had to return the boys to their felonious father.
Mr. Porkboy would have ample opportunity to fuck Evan again.  And again.

  "I'm going to bring Mr. Wankov in here for you now, Evan, my love.  He's
a very nice man and he thinks you're beautiful.  Will you be nice to him?"

  Evan looked disappointed for a moment.  "Will I see you again,
Mr. Porkboy?" he asked plaintively.

  "Oh, yes, my sweetness.  Men have to recharge themselves -- take more
breaks -- than boys.  We don't get hard as quickly as you boys do.  But
I'll be back with you this weekend.  Often."

  A prospect that two hours earlier would have terrorized Evan.  Now, it
comforted him.  As did the notion of submitting to another man.  Three
other men.  In rotation again and again.

  A weekend to remember fondly forever.

  Restitution can be fun.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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