Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2009 13:12:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Restitution 3 Sissyboy Restitution -- Part Three By Beautiful Creamer One -- Home delivery Derek Hungwell was puzzled by a call earlier that day from his oldest friend and business associate Jim Spunkster. "Derek," Jim said, "are you going to be home, say around six-thirty tonight? Friday night?" "I will be," the puzzled Derek answered. He was frankly surprised to hear from Jim -- a man who had been largely avoiding Derek since Jim's business had failed. Jim owed Derek a considerable amount of money. Which bothered Jim far more than it bothered Derek. Derek had told Jim many times, "Don't even think about that money. Just get things straight with your work and family." And Derek meant it. Which didn't mitigate Jim's guilt and humiliation one bit. So he avoided Derek. For four months. Until that phone call. Odd. "Will you be stopping by my house, Jim? I'd love to see you. We could have a beer. Get some pizza." "No thanks, Derek. It's not about that. I just want to start making restitution." And he hung up. Very odd. That evening, at precisely six-thirty, Derek's doorbell rang. Jim! Or so Derek thought. Derek opened his front door and saw someone entirely different. It was Jim's son -- Cole Spunkster. Odd. Derek hadn't seen Cole in some months either. How old was the boy now? Twelve? Almost? He was a sweet, beautiful boy. A good boy. Dutiful to his family What was he doing on Derek's doorstep? And where was Jim? Derek looked across the street and saw Jim's car. Jim flashed the headlights twice, then drove off. What was going on? Why did Cole look so scared? He was trembling. Why was he dressed so...dare Derek say...provocatively? In tiny shorts, flip flops, and a baby tee that exposed his belly button? And why was an envelope pinned to Cole's shirt? Time to find out. "Hi, Cole. It's good to see you. I don't know why you're here, but please come in. Do you know what's going on?" Cole sobbed, but came inside. "It's all in the envelope, Mr. Hungwell." [whimper] What? Derek closed the door and asked Cole to sit on the couch. Then, with some reluctance, he unpinned the envelope and opened it. It said: "Dear Derek, I'm sorry I haven't been a very good friend to you lately. I can't pay you what I owe you right now and I'm ashamed. You've been terrific about it and I thank you. But you deserve more. Cole is at your house as my offer of partial restitution. "Cole, as you can see, is a gorgeous, nearly 12-year-old sissyboy. He's not really sure what a sissyboy is yet, or that he is one. But I know. He's submissive and needs the attention of men. Sexual attention. Lots of it. "I've explained to Cole that for the family's honor, he needs to spend the weekend with you. Do whatever you want with him. Sex stuff. All you want. Kissing. Sucking. And especially fucking. He'll love it, no matter how scared he seems as you read this. "I'm pretty sure that Cole is untouched by man. But I'm also sure that he wants to be touched. And you're just the man to do it. "Don't hurt him, though you can spank him if he needs it. He'll probably like that too. "Have him home by Sunday evening. Enjoy him. He'll enjoy you. And that will be partial restitution to you. Thank you for everything. "Your friend, Jim." HUH??????? Had Jim Spunkster gone crazy? He was offering his son to Derek for sex?!?! Derek would NEVER even consider such a thing. For lots of reasons. First of all, Derek was heterosexual. Fiercely heterosexual. Though he had to admit that his cock made some strange twitches when he looked at Cole. And thought about that "anything you want" offer from Cole's father. But that was stupid thinking on Derek's part. Because even if Derek were considering something as gayly disgusting as [gasp] fucking that sweet little creampuff standing in front of him -- weeping pitifully -- he couldn't do it. The boy was underage. More than six years underage -- which was more than half of Cole's lifetime so far. Immoral. Illegal. Life-threatening. Just plain wrong! So why was Derek's upper lip sweaty? Why were his ears hot? And why was his cock standing at full attention. Thank goodness his brain was still functioning. "Don't worry, Cole. I won't hurt you. It should take your Dad 20 minutes or so to get home. I'll call him and thank him for his very generous offer. Then I'll take you home. Meanwhile, let me order a pizza for us." Cole cried out pitifully, "Oh, please, Mr. Hungwell. Don't try to do that. Daddy gave me very strict instructions on a lot of things. He told me to tell you that he wouldn't be home all weekend and if you took me home, you couldn't get in the house. I have to stay here." Derek was taken aback at that news. Jim had thought all this through. Cole managed a half smile and said, "But the pizza sounds good." With few options, Derek called for a pizza. To be delivered in 20 minutes. As they waited for the pizza, Cole and Derek sat in Derek's kitchen. Looking at each other uncomfortably until Cole said, "Daddy says to swear to you that I'll tell you the absolute truth about everything -- all weekend. I promised him. Is there anything you want to ask me?" There was quite a bit, but Derek began with. "Why are you dressed like that?" Cole blushed. "Daddy thought you would think I looked sexy." [pause] [shy, downward glance] "Do you think I look sexy?" Derek gulped, but avoided the question. "Let me ask the questions, Cole. Is that how you often dress?" "No, sir. Not often. But they're my clothes. Sometimes I wear them when I think men will see me." Derek re-gulped. "Do you want men to see you looking sexy, Cole?" [Shyly] "Oh, yes, sir. Some men. Nice men. Handsome men." Derek was getting a much clearer picture of whom he was dealing with. And it was starting to scare him. As it excited him. "Have you ever done `sex things' with a man, Cole?" "No, sir. Not yet, I mean." "Do you want to." "Oh, yes, Mr. Hungwell. Very much." Damn that Jim Spunkster for putting Derek in this position. Dangling sweet candy in front of Derek. Candy he could never have. Derek cleared his throat and asked, "Have you done sex things with other boys?" Cole smiled. "Yes, Mr. Hungwell. But just one boy. My friend Frankie. But all we did was kiss and pull each other's peenies until our boy's cream spurted out. It was dreamy, though!!" Dreamy? Was that a sissyboy word? Derek called a timeout to set the table, pour out soda and let his hardon subside. It didn't. And he wasn't saved by the bell when the pizza arrived. In fact, things got "worse." Derek went to the front door to pay for the pizza, then brought it back to the kitchen -- setting it on the table. He looked to see where Cole was and spotted him in the connected family room. Doing something very naughty. Cole had already taken off his shorts and was pulling his shirt over his head. Leaving only a pair of what appeared to be very brief, very pink, silk panties. !?!?!?!?!? "Daddy said that if you didn't take my clothes off by 7 p.m., I had to take them off for you." And with that statement, Cole slid his thumbs into the hips of his panties, in preparation for their glorious removal. Until... "Stop!" Derek yelled. "Stop!" Despite strict instructions from Daddy, Cole stopped undressing and looked at Derek for guidance. Which was unfortunate, since Derek didn't have the slimmest idea of what to do next. Derek faked it. "Don't take your panties off. Let's talk about it first. OK?" Cole hesitated. Daddy had plainly ordered the boy to get naked for Mr. Hungwell by 7 p.m. But Daddy also ordered Cole to do whatever Mr. Hungwell said. The boy removed his thumbs from his panties and stood in front of his dream man. Awaiting instructions. Derek tried an easy instruction first. "Sit in that chair. I have more questions." Cole sat. Derek was very disturbed. And aroused. The boy's body was gorgeous. And his face was even better. If Derek were gay... And a pervert... Talking was the only thing he felt comfortable doing. So, "Cole, I can see why Frankie likes you. I can see why he wants to do things with you. You're very pretty. But Cole, you and I could never... Do you know what I mean?" Cole didn't know. So he said so. "Why not, Mr. Hungwell? I think you like me the same way that Frankie likes me. I can tell by, well, that big lump in your pants. Why can't you just kiss me and cuddle me? Daddy is really freaked out about his debt to you. I don't know how he would act towards me if I went home on Sunday and told him all we did was eat pizza. Couldn't we just kiss and cuddle a little and have the pizza later?" Pizza was the last thing on Derek's mind at that moment. He was considering Cole's immodest proposal. A little kissing and cuddling. No penetration, however slight. Nothing illegal. Only partially immoral. Though wildly exciting to Derek's hyper-stimulated libido. Plus, who knew what would happen if Cole went home with the mission totally not accomplished? Maybe his Daddy would beat the boy! Though Derek didn't think that was something Jim would do. Still, why take a chance? Derek could do a good thing -- a noble thing -- by just kissing and cuddling with Cole. A little. Just a little. With the boy's panties on, of course. Not off. Not showing his pink, boy's things and all that. Satisfied that he was doing the morally correct option, Derek sat in his favorite chair and beckoned Cole to his lap. Cole sissied across the room and plopped himself onto Derek's thighs. Cole put his head into Derek's chest. Derek couldn't believe his good luck and/or crushing misfortune. A scrumptious, mostly-naked boy was sitting on his lap. The boy was eager for any sexual act Derek's fertile mind could concoct. But in order to taste (then gorge on) those delights, Derek would have to renounce 90% of what he had believed all his life. Just for some sweaty, world-class, frantic, ball-draining sex. Many have made that deal for less glorious sex with a far lesser partner. But not Derek. Not just yet. A bit more talking first. "Look at me, Cole." Cole looked. And Derek melted. Heartbreaker's eyes. Look-into-the-soul-and-twist-a-man's-testicles eyes. Derek asked, "Do you really want to kiss and cuddle with me, or are you just doing what your Daddy ordered?" Cole trembled as he looked directly into Derek's eyes and said, "I've dreamed about you making love to me ever since I was nine years old." Then he parted his wet lips for a kiss. That pretty much settled that. The boy wanted Derek. And goodness knew that Derek wanted the boy. Their pre-destined love affair started with a single kiss. A soft, sweet, delicious kiss. Lips on lips. Then tongue on tongue. Which evolved into ravenous, full-tongue kissing. As Derek ran his callused hands gently over Cole's tender shoulders. The boy's warm skin pressing against Derek's buff, manly body. Derek couldn't help cupping his right hand over the boy's plump bumcheeks. As Oscar Wilde once said, "I can resist anything but temptation." Man wasn't meant to resist the kind of temptation that assaulted Derek that Friday evening. The man in question abandoned his few, remaining scraps of inhibition. And slid his hand down the back of Cole's panties. Felt the silky globes of paradise, then slid the panties down and off. Oh dear. Now Derek had a naked, beautiful boy on his lap. A boy whose little peeny was sticking up saucily. Saluting Derek's manliness. In all its three inches of adorable glory. Derek did the only sensible thing. He stood Cole up, then stood and took all his own clothes off. Resat the boy on his lap. Then started kissing Cole again. Only this time, the man and the boy played with each other's stiff, aching "things" as they kissed. Derek thrilled to the feel of Cole's soft, warm hand on his huge mantool. Cole gasped with pleasure as he pulled back Derek's foreskin to reveal an angry, blood-red knob. Mr. Hungwell's cockhead was almost as big as the boy's tiny fist and it was rapidly leaking something sticky and sexy. Icy fear stabbed Cole's heart. Daddy had instructed Cole to take Mr. Hungwell's thick monster into his anus. As many times as Mr. Hungwell wanted to "stick it in." But if Cole allowed that, the eight-inch beast would rip him apart. Wouldn't it? Cole calmed down when he thought about all the naughty stories he had read on the Internet about men making love to boys. The boys were always worried, but the men always managed to fuck them. And the boys always liked it. Still, maybe there real boys, in real life, who were ripped in two by cock. No matter. Cole needed Derek's cock inside him. Down his throat. In his bowels. And that was that. Cole licked a thick strand of Mr. Hungwell's pre-cum off his fingers, letting Mr. Hungwell see what a naughty little sissyboy he could be. Then the boy did what all sissyboys love to do for their men. He got on his knees and went to work. Tongue work. Lip work. A job that will never be downsized or outsourced. Cole took Derek's massive knob into his petite mouth and began to lick and suck all the good parts. Driving poor Derek way past Point-of-No-Returnville. "Alia iacta est," Caesar said. "The die is cast." No turning back. He had "violated" the boy. And they couldn't hang him twice. So Derek relaxed and began to truly enjoy himself, Cole was enjoying himself too. He and Frankie had taken each other's peenies into their mouths too, though he forgot to mention that to Mr. Hungwell. Frankie hadn't spurted yet, but he had had lots of nice dry cums. Cole had been spurting for three whole weeks. So aside from his own boy's cream, Cole had never tasted sperm. That was definitely going to change. And soon if Derek's pre-ecstatic grunts had anything to say about it. Cole felt like the astronaut who had always dreamed of the moon and was finally standing on it. Looking at the earth. Sucking a man's cock at last! And, oh frabjous day, callooh, callay, it was Mr. Hungwell's cock -- the very cock of Cole's naughtiest dreams. Making Mr. Hungwell happy was the epitome of Cole's ambitions. And he could definitely sense Mr. Hungwell's happiness. Then he tasted Mr. Hungwell's happiness. A hot, creamy pint of it. Rushing into Cole's mouth. Gagging him. Making him cough and choke, dislodging Mr. Hungwell's cock from Cole's mouth. Causing the last three cum ropes to frost Cole's nose, cheeks, forehead and even [giggle] hair. "Wow!" Cole thought. "He likes me. He really likes me." Derek liked Cole all right. He was half in love with the little, effing angel who had just cleaned out his testicles better than anyone ever had. When did his father want him back? In 46 hours? Would Derek live that long with that little love demon looking to "empty" him over and over? At least he hoped that was Cole's plan. What was Derek's plan? Good point. Hmmm. Derek decided that a little retribution was in order for Cole. A lot of thank you kisses were the first order of business. Derek drew Cole back to his lap and assaulted the boy with grateful smooches. It's messy to kiss a boy with your cum all over his face. But very "dirty," thus very exciting. Derek carried the naked, squirming Cole upstairs and laid the boy on his back on the master's bed. Acting on impulses he barely knew he had, Derek did something unexpected. Rather than mount the boy, kissing him until his manly cock reasserted itself, or suck the boy's cock -- always a good option -- Derek saw something else he fancied and acted on his need. He thought that the boy's pink, slim, hardly-used feet were adorable. So he adored them. With his lips. And tongue. One little piggie at a time, starting with the toes of Cole's right foot. Cole squealed in sissyish delight throughout the intensely sexy attack. It was so intimate and loving that Cole almost creamed. Derek sensed all that and, rather than "waste" Cole's first cum into thin air, at just the right moment, Derek unsucked Cole's left little toe and dove into Cole's pubic area. Face first. Derek consumed all of Cole's pretty "boy's things" with one gulp. Which allowed him to lick Cole's "boy bag" as Cole's teeny peeny rubbed the roof of Derek's mouth. Another something that Derek could hardly have imagined two hours earlier. Which shows that even a hetero guy like Derek was teachable. And quite a quick study. The man did an excellent job licking the boy's privates. The boy testified to that with a thick, creamy emission into the man's mouth. Arching his back, screaming Mr. Hungwell's name, and heaving the entire contents of his testicles down Mr. Hungwell's throat. Derek thought in passing that Cole would have to get over the "screaming out the name of the man `violating' him as the boy spunked" thing. Why make it easier for the district attorney? Anyway, the ice was well broken for Derek and Cole by that time and there was the matter of the man fucking the boy now, wasn't there? Clearly the next item on the agenda. Sucking those pretty toesies had stiffened Derek quite nicely for round two. But sucking down that "minimum daily requirement" of boy's cream had the man's cock in diamond-cutting condition. The situation still called for some patience. Fucking the boy without lubrication would make Derek the subject of one of those "Law and Order" episodes where they say that it's not based on true events -- which means it is. Ripped from the headlines! Man fucks unlubed boy. Then buries him in shallow grave. Not for Derek. He was doing the right thing. Derek extracted a jar of that lube we guys keep in our night stand. The one we tell ourselves is for anal sex, but is really to make masturbation feel more like anal sex, Then he cuddled up with Cole, monitoring the boy's post-orgasmic vital signs. He seemed OK. Then Derek said, "I hope you enjoyed that, Cole. I know I enjoyed what you did for me." Breathlessly, Cole answered. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hungwell! The last hour has been the best time I've ever had in my life. I...I love you, Mr. Hungwell." Derek's heart filled up upon hearing that. The boy loved him. Derek felt an unmanly tear in his right eye. He blinked it out and replied, "I think you're wonderful, Cole. Grown-ups take a little longer to fall in love, but I could love you." That was good enough for Cole at that moment. He showered Derek with sweet kisses until the man had to ease him off. Derek cleared his throat and said, "Cole, one of the things that men like, something we like a lot, is well...you said your Daddy wanted you to do anything I wanted and..." "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Hungwell? It's OK if you do. I mean I want you to. I really want you to. I've never done that before. I'm afraid, but I know you won't hurt me. Much." Derek's mouth hung open with grateful wonder. The boy was a keeper. On second thought, maybe he did love the little angel. Though it would be inappropriate to admit that just when the boy had consented to a good, stiff fucking. Now, as to that fucking. How to proceed? Derek slid three pillows under Cole's tummy and took a long, loving look at the ass he was about to fuck. It was spectacular! Two perfect mounds of love. Sweetly separated by a furrow that ached for the comfort of a man's cock. And Derek was to be the first to stake his claim. Stake his pole, actually, in that little, wrinkled nirvana that Derek saw as he separated the boy's cheeks with his thumbs. [Sigh] Derek lubed up three fingers of his right hand as he told Cole, "I'm going to get you ready for my cock, my sweet darling. My fingers will lubricate you as I dilate the opening. I think you'll like this part very much because inside you, in a place that only your lover knows about, is your special `boy's place.' It's the center of a boy's pleasure -- even more so than his penis. And when I rub it the right way, you'll see new galaxies." Derek remembered what it was like when, as a young boy, he had discovered his "boy's place," AKA prostate. It was fun to rub it and cum. He sighed when he thought how nice it would have been to have a man rub it for him -- like Derek was about to do for Cole. Cole's boy's place had never been touched. Until Mr. Hungwell's mischievous finger tips brushed against it that wonderful evening. Cole winced. Then he tried to position himself to get more of those fingers rubbing it. Which Derek was delighted to do. Derek managed a full-scale digital assault on the boy's virginal prostate. Making Cole gasp and writhe and squeak and whimper and then CUM!!!! In big blasts! That painted the bed's headboard. And would never be cleaned off of it. It was as if Cole's guts exploded. And he hadn't even been fucked yet. Then he was. Sensing the best opportunity for a less painful impalement, since Cole's body was limp following the orgasm, Derek mounted his lover from behind, lined up his beefy bayonet and pushed. The head was in and the boy was still alive. Though he did sort of let out a nasty yell. It hurt, but Cole wasn't going hetero or anything. He wanted the rest of that big Johnson in its natural home. Not sparing the rod, Derek pushed the rest in -- slowly, but steadily. Sympathetic to the boy's pain, but in truth, enjoying it just a little. As in the guy's fantasy of, "Yeah, take it all, bitch." Some of that is just embedded in our DNA. All in. Cole's protests reduced to soft whimpers. Derek was the king of the world. His cock was inside the finest pussy on earth and he was the first to claim it. The king of the world began his regal fuck. His loyal subject began to enjoy it. Feeling that hard cock rub his boy's place again and again. Oh. The pleasure. Neither lover would have heard a 10.0 earthquake. And neither would have broken off the fucking if his grandmother and first-grade nun entered the room. They were joined in the smoothness of a classic fuck. Two beautiful specimens coupling for each other's imminent ecstasy. Cole spunked first. Sobbing out his joy as he spermed Derek's favorite pillow. Derek would never wash that either. Minutes later, Derek flooded Cole's bowels with his all his sperm and all his love. To heck with giving the boy back to his father. He was going to take Cole to a country with no extradition treaty, marry him, and fuck him ten times a day. Or perhaps that would be too much restitution. These things are difficult to judge. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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