Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2011 12:19:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 21 (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Scenes 21 By Beautiful Creamer Peter Willing's Willing Peter One -- Preparation Peter Willing selected his evening wardrobe very carefully. It was going to be a special night. One of 187 "special nights" that 11-year-old Peter had had since he and Daddy had had "The Talk" six months earlier. Peter would be going out with a new manfriend, which is always noteworthy for a sissyboy. Colin Permahard, Peter's new suitor, was extra special because of Colin's youth. Colin was only 22 years old. Twice Peter's age, but far younger than Peter's usual lovers. Mr. Retro, whom Peter had "dated" six or seven times, was nearly six times Peter's age. And then there was [blush] Grandpa Willing. And Grandpa Spunker, his maternal grandfather. Colin was so young that Peter wasn't sure if he should call him "Mr. Permahard" or even "Daddy," which was always a dickstiffener for his other manfriends. Or should he just call him "Colin." Peter called Joe, the high school boy who took Peter to the prom, by his first name, but Colin was a man. A man who had served two tours in Abbadabbastan and was now a civilian and in college on the Army's dime. Well, Peter could figure that out later. He was trying to decide if it would be too slutty to wear those new panties that his manfriend Mr. Pumpbum had bought Peter that day they went to Sissy Boy World, the sissyboy megastore. Peter stood naked in his bedroom. Looking at the panty selection he had arrayed on his bed while stealing glances at his beauteous form in his full-length mirror. Any of the panties Peter selected would get him laid. Peter was sure of that. The boy didn't date men to play Parcheesi with them. So he selected the "extra-naughtiest" panties and slid them over his long, slim, hairless legs. Then over his stiff, tiny pricklet. Gasping with pleasure as he felt the cool, pink silk abrade his skinned knob. Then came the extra-naughtiness. The panties were new in concept but as old as time in purpose. The purpose of seduction. Arousing the man who viewed them and their [giggle] "contents" into massive feats of spunky spunkiness. The little teasers had a perfectly conceived opening that allowed the boy to draw his peanuts through an elastic-surrounded hole, then allow the elastic to close the opening, leaving the testicles dangling in lewd invitation. Thus exposing a boy's sweet, hairless "pink plums" to any man lucky enough to see the sissyboy in his panties. Colin would be the lucky one that evening. The first to see Peter in his "dangle panties" as the salesman at Sissy Boy World described them to Peter. There was no doubt of that. Next came a choice of short shorts. Peter knew that the average sissyboy liked to wear VERY brief and tight shorts. So had Peter when he was starting out. But then he discovered that wide leg openings allowed for lots of naughty fondlings, while tight shorts left the fondler temporarily frustrated. When Peter went to Joe's senior prom, the little dazzler dressed all in white silk, including a saucy little kilt (NOT a skirt, thank you), white blouse, I mean shirt, white knee socks and white, satin, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes with a sassy two-inch heel. Peter learned that night that a kilt with no panties was the best outfit to wear when the need struck you and your date. During their first slow dance at the prom, the need struck Joe and Peter. They slipped off to a supply closet, Joe slid up Peter's kilt and slipped his cock into the boy's prudently pre-buttered bum. The same darned thing happened during their second slow dance half an hour later. Then their third. After which Joe took Peter home. And stayed with him all night. So wide-leg-opening, khaki shorts it was, along with a pink polo shirt and strappy, pink sandals that showed off the boy's amazingly cute toes. Peter looked in the mirror, declared himself delicious, and left the room to join his date, who had been waiting for Peter for the standard ten minutes that all sissyboys allow their dates to simmer in anticipation. Two -- Fleshback Flashback One hundred and 188 nights earlier, at precisely 11:03 p.m., ten-years-ten-months-five-days-old Peter was in deep REM sleep. The boy had been hopelessly infatuated with a girl in his class -- Mary Jane Slutsky -- whom Peter had known since the first grade. He and Mary Jane Slutsky had been friends at a younger age, but as Mary Jane recognized Peter's igniting hormones, she had backed off. Treating him as an insect, while cozying up to some of the bigger, more alpha-type, 12- and 13-year-old boys. But that was all in the past. Mary Jane had stripped down to her cotton panties and training bra and she was on her knees sucking Peter's stiff cock! It felt so awesome! Peter never knew that having his cock sucked would be half that good. Having Mary Jane Slutsky suck his cock was Peter's fondest wish. His dreamiest dream. It felt so good that it couldn't be a dream. Could it? Peter knew it couldn't be a dream because that "thing" was building up in his stomach. The "thing" that the bad boys in school all talked about having. Though they hadn't had that thing with the prettiest girl in school like Peter was having it. They only had the thing when they pulled their own... Oh! It was happening! At long last! Peter was shooting his boy's cream! And into the mouth of his dream girl. Though he couldn't, for the life of him, remember how he'd gotten Mary Jane Slutsky stripped to her underwear and onto her knees with his cock in her mouth. Oh no! Peter had seen "Inception." Leonardo DiCaprio said that if you couldn't remember how you had gotten there, it was a dream. And Peter remembered nothing. Though his first orgasm had been real. Hadn't it? His brain slapped him awake to find out. And discover to little surprise that he was in his bedroom. In his bed. Without Mary Jane Slutsky. But to his humongous dismay, Peter saw that his cock had indeed been sucked. Quite lovingly and expertly. And was still being sucked. And Peter's sperm and semen were being swallowed hungrily by his very own cocksucker -- DADDYYYYYYY!!!!!! Oh, the horror! Daddy was gay! Daddy was an incestuous child molester! Though Peter hadn't felt molested. He felt better than he had ever felt. Still, he squealed in shocked surprise as he observed Daddy's eager sperm consumption. Which made Daddy look at Peter and smile at him with his eyes. Which was all he could do, since his mouth was full and Peter was still feeding Daddy with the tasty afterspurts. Peter whimpered with discomfort as Daddy completed his delightful task then let Peter's cock slip from his lips. Daddy smiled with his whole being and asked, "Did you like that, Honey? I heard you calling out Mary Jane's name -- telling her to suck your cock -- so I decided to give you the real pleasure of a cocksucking. Which is more than the Mary Janes of the world would give you. So, did you like it? Peter's answer was to explode with confused, terrified tears. Which just about broke Daddy's heart. So he took his son into his arms and held him tightly. "Oh, Sweetie, I should have had `The Talk' with you six months ago, but when your Mom ran off with the pizza-delivery man, I thought you were too fragile. I'm sorry if that was inappropriate. Forget it ever happened. I'll just..." Peter stopped sobbing and asked, "What's `The Talk,' Daddy?" Daddy smiled. Peter's curiosity was trumping fear, just as he suspected. "Well, Peter. It's when a man tells his son the real facts of life." "But Daddy, I know all that birds and bees stuff. They told us all that at school." Daddy almost chuckled. "No, son. Not that crap. I mean the real facts. You see, men have needs. Needs that women just won't satisfy. They could. They should. But they won't. Do you know which needs I mean? Like the needs you satisfied so sweetly in my mouth just now?" Peter blushed. He knew what Daddy meant. "I see you do. All boys begin to get those urges around your age. Girls get urges too, but their urges are different. They're trying to look for ways to trade sex for what they want. We want sex and, if we're not careful, we'll end up being nagged manipulated and emasculated without getting one-tenth of what we desperately need." Were those the "real" facts of life? Daddy was painting an awfully grim picture. Was Daddy trying to depress Peter? And what did all that have to do with Daddy sucking Peter's cock and swallowing all his boyish juices? "But there's an alternative, Peter." Daddy continued. "An excellent alternative. A path that the smart boys and men take early on. You see, men's needs are best satisfied by boys. Pretty, sweet, loving boys like you. Sissyboys. And a sissyboy's needs are best satisfied by a man. Usually a sissyboy's Daddy introduces him to the good life. As I introduced you a few minutes ago. In fact, before I continue my story, I see that what I've been saying has made you `raise your head' and ask for more needs-satisfaction. Let's take care of that before we talk again." Peter cried out in what he later learned was lust as Daddy fell on the boy's tiny stiffie with his loving mouth. Peter had experienced his last "needs-satisfaction" in a dreamy stupor, but he was wide awake for Round Two. Not a knockout round, but one where Peter had to get off the canvas shakily after a nine count. Daddy lovingly and thoroughly sucked Peter's cock until the boy was hotter than a Baghdad bakery in August and whimpering with flaming lust. The boy convulsed with a stupefying ejaculation after nine minutes and eight seconds of paradise. Exhausted and spent, the lovely, virginal sissyboy fell asleep. Eight hours later, Peter stirred. The room was filled with light. But it wasn't Peter's bedroom. It was Daddy's! And Peter was lying on his back on Daddy's bed. Naked! Oh no! Daddy was lying next to Peter. Naked too! And snoring lightly. It hadn't been a dream. Daddy had sucked Peter's cock. Twice. And Peter had adored it. Which made Peter gay. And his Daddy was gay. Gay was wrong!!! So why had what Daddy did to Peter -- twice(!) -- made Peter feel better than anything in his whole life? And why was Peter staring at Daddy's thick, stiff cock? And fat, hairy balls? Was Daddy stiff because he thought Peter was a pretty, sweet, loving boy? Or because Peter had had all the fun the previous night and Daddy had been left all stiff and needy. The way Peter felt when he looked at Mary Jane Slutsky and got no "relief." Since Peter, after what happened the previous night, was already gay, and Daddy was clearly gay, maybe the right thing to do was to "pay Daddy back." Peter lay on his side and, very tentatively, touched Daddy's cock. Daddy stirred, but didn't wake up. Peter felt the paternal cock's length and girth. My goodness, it was big! He pulled back Daddy's foreskin and noted that the knob was very dark red. Daddy moaned. Peter blushed. The boy was exciting his Daddy. Peter knelt by his Daddy's left hip, bent over and, with the foreskin pulled back, he kissed Daddy's red knob. Daddy actually purred. Peter was enjoying the reaction and decided to go for the titanium. The boy put his mouth around the entirety of Daddy's skinned knob. And licked. The way Daddy had done for Peter. Oh! Daddy woke up. In the best possible circumstances. A five-star sissyboy was sucking his penis. And quite well for a first-timer. Or a hundredth-timer. "I love it when a plan comes together," Daddy thought as he made eye contact with his blushing little cocksucker. Not that he had any doubts that it would. Peter was ripe for the real facts of life. Daddy knew that. And Peter was so pretty that the boy knew, on some level, what the hot looks he had been getting from men meant. The boy was also smart enough to know that, while the Mary Jane Slutskys of the world would toy with his urges, the men of the world would satisfy every single one of his ball-draining needs. Daddy didn't want this to be all about incest. No way. Daddy was doing Peter a service by introducing him to... Unhhh! Oh, that felt excellent! "That's great, Baby," Daddy groaned through his lust. "Maybe you could just stir my balls a little bit as you do that. Mmmmm. Yeah. Like that. You are really good at this. So good that I'm going to shoot my sperm pretty soon. Really soon! So if you don't want... Oh!" Daddy's testicles evacuated as if there had been a bomb scare in his ballbag. The first thick sperm rope blasted Peter's tonsils and gagged him. But the boy held on and swallowed a goodly portion of ropes two through six. It was true, Peter thought. He was officially gay. He had sucked a man's cock. His Daddy's cock! And swallowed his sperm. Which didn't taste half bad. And now his Daddy was kissing and hugging him. Thanking him for being the best son in the world. Oh dear. Was that Daddy's tongue in Peter's mouth? Gayer and gayer. Which was nothing compared to the events that followed. As they kissed, Daddy introduced two fingers into Peter's cherubic bottomhole. "Every boy has a special place inside him," Daddy said between tongue kisses. "When a man rubs your boy's place just right, awesome things happen." Daddy found Peter's boy's place straightaway. Which made the boy's eyes wide as a six-lane highway. And made him whimper with lust. A condition that Daddy exacerbated as he took his son's morning woodie into his loving mouth and sucked him off as he massaged the boyish prostate. We know what happened, don't we, dear reader? Shazam! A twofer. An anal/penile orgasm blasting out together in one shuddering climax. The kind that Mary Jane Slutsky couldn't produce on her best day. That settled things for Peter. He saw his destiny and he liked what he saw. Daddy didn't fuck Peter that morning. The boy would have been late for school and tardiness was a bad trait for a parent to encourage. Daddy was a good parent. That morning, Daddy sent Peter off to school with a kiss and a promise of further delights when Daddy got home from work. With Daddy's gentle encouragement, Peter even wore a pair of purple, bikini panties that Mom had left behind. "Sissyboys wear panties, Peter," Daddy had said, wisely and accurately. And Peter knew he was a sissyboy. That day at school, Peter began to notice the "looks" that men and older boys gave him. But he only had eyes for Daddy. Daddy had eyes for Peter and several of the boys in Peter's class. His plan was to start arranging "dates" for Peter with men of character, then hook up with, to start, Ryan and Will, who had been clearly interested in learning what was on the other side of the fence. Now that Peter had been initiated, Daddy could bring Ryan, Will and others to the house for proper "dates." The initiation wasn't complete of course, until the boy had been fucked. And so he was. Three squealing, spurting times that night and four the next. Daddy knew he should be moving away from the incest thing, but the boy was such a great fuck. It broke Daddy's heart to send Peter off to his friend Brad's house for his first overnight date. But Daddy "entertained" Will that night so well that the pain dissipated quickly. Peter's separation anxiety didn't last long either. Brad was a fine, enthusiastic lover and Peter's true life as a "giving" sissyboy was off to an excellent start. Three -- Back to Colin Colin rose as Peter entered the living room that night. In two ways. The young man stood up and his cock stood even taller. Peter was a stunning beauty. Colin couldn't believe his good luck. The young man had fucked three or four cute Abbadabbi boys, of course. He'd had to, since the Abbadabbi men would cut off your nuts if you looked at their women or their yaks. And it was difficult to distinguish the women from the yaks. If being with Peter was a manifestation of the "Support the Troops" program, it was way better than getting upgraded on a flight. Way better. Was Peter flirting with Colin? Batting those impossibly long eyelashes over those impossibly beautiful eyes. What was Mr. Willing saying? "...and when you fuck him, be sure to use plenty of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. It's his favorite and the best stuff there is. He doesn't have to be home until noon tomorrow, but make sure he's walking under his own power. Heh, heh. OK, well you guys have a great time. I know you will." Peter took Colin's arm and off they went. Had Mr. Willing said, "WHEN you fuck him?" He had. So the issue wasn't in doubt. Which took all the tension out of the date. Cool. Colin held the car door for Peter and the boy got in, showing his man lots of long, luscious leg in the process. And, to Colin's sharp eye, a glance at Peter's panties up the boy's wide shorts legs. Panties!! Were Peter's balls actually exposed in those naughty panties? Colin's cock twitched. Peter stole shy glances at Colin as the man started the car. "What should I call you?" Peter asked. "Do you prefer `Mr. Permahard,' `Sergeant Permahard,' or `Colin?' I could call you `Daddy' if you like. I want to get it right because I like you. Do you like me? A little?" Colin was a pubic-hair-breadth away from creaming his pants. To think -- mounted from behind on an angel like that with him squealing out your name. He would even call Colin, "Daddy!" Colin cleared his throat and composed himself. Staying in command. "Colin will be fine, Sweetheart. And yes, I like you very much. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, let alone dated. And I want to do whatever you like to make you happy. Would you like to go to dinner with me?" Peter giggled. "I'm not really hungry -- for food. Could we go to your place and you could tell me more about how beautiful I am? Then maybe you could show me how beautiful you think I am." Somehow, Colin managed to drive home at 120 miles per hour and not be caught. Colin held Peter's hand as he walked him from the car to Colin's condo. In the old days, some window-snooper would have been calling the cops about a pedo seduction. But that's changed. Plus, in all fairness, it wasn't the man who had done the seduction. Peter remembered how nervous he had been on some of his earliest non-family dates. He had even felt nervous on family dates, especially the first time he had been alone with Grandpa Willing and the nice 60-year-old had asked to see his panties. Grandpa Willing was a great kisser. And he had the biggest cock of all of his male relatives -- a fact to which Peter could swear. Peter sighed as he remembered the way Grandpa's cock had rubbed against his boy's place that day and made Peter see new constellations of pleasure. It would be too much to ask for Colin to have such a giant rammer, but Peter was hopeful. Peter would know soon enough, because the lovers were in the condo and tongue-kissing their way to Colin's bedroom. They were on the man's bed and Colin was undressing Peter as he kissed him. Stripping the sissyboy of everything but his pretty panties. With the boy's sweet little testicles dangling saucily for Colin's pleasure. Which the man took right away. Colin stripped to his Army-issue boxers, still not revealing his full weaponry. Then he dove his face into Peter's crotch and took the boy's naked testicles into his mouth and licked them mercilessly. Peter howled with surprised delight. So that was what men would do when he wore those panties. Good to know. Colin was a fine ballicker. Peter's balls were very sensitive. Colin could almost taste the pre-teen sperm in the pretty boy's bag preparing itself for evacuation. He pressed on. Kissing and licking Peter's wrinkled bag. Listening to the boy's desperate gasps as, in an agony of delight, he filled his panties with thick wads of the finest boy's cream. A nice start for the evening. But it was time to move past the appetizer and see what sort of an entrée Colin would be able to put on Peter's plate. Without removing his own sodden panties, Peter sat up and went boxer fishing. Reaching into his man's fly and pulling out a whopper! Oh my! It was the biggest cock Peter had ever seen. Scary big! Stretch the pootie big! Colin's cockage made Peter squeal with delighted surprise, mixed with a dollop of fear for the future integrity of his bowels. Colin liked Peter's reaction a lot. And knew it was his signal to assume control of the situation. Be the man! Which is what sissyboys want their men to be. It was a good thing that Colin had done his exhaustive research -- try "reading" 23 back issues of Sissy Boy Magazine without getting exhausted - and knew before Mr. Willing told him that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was essential to life as we know it. The man withdrew the liter bottle of the magic lubricant and was pleased when the boy withdrew a few millimeters in fear. Yes, my pretty, I'm going to fuck you with this cock and what's in this bottle, perhaps this entire bottle, of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Peter wasn't really afraid. Well, maybe a little. But he knew the value of letting his man think that he was a helpless little sissyboy, terrified of the monster that was about to be rammed mercilessly up his tiny, defenseless bum. Why not help your lover out as much as you can? With Colin that night, Peter's fear was a bit genuine. He had never taken ten fat inches in his boypussy before. What if his teacher, Mr. Stuffbum's, 9.27-incher was the limits of Peter's cock acceptance? It had sure felt like it that night with Mr. Stuffbum. And for a lot of the next day whenever he sat. Then again, what sissyboy doesn't like a big cock? Or a challenge? Had Peter had a ruler, it would have told him that Colin's Johnson weighed in at 9.87 inches. And was quite fat in width. But Peter had only his cock-calibrated eyes and they were telling him that Colin had better not skimp on the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. After he tasted his prize. The naughty man was lying on his back and had directed Peter to sit on his face. Peter did so eagerly and was rewarded with an excellent tongue-probing of his lower regions. Which prompted Peter to lean forward and suck most deliciously on as much of his man's fat knob as he could get into his mouth. Colin didn't want to cum just yet. But the boy was the best cocksucker he had ever encountered. And he was so pretty and sexy and willing and... Colin's balls emptied. Giving Peter the biggest "sissyboy's big reward" he had ever been rewarded. It must have been a pint of manly juices! More than any of his older lovers -- or his younger lovers -- had ever produced. Colin, it seemed, was in his prime. And Peter was the beneficiary. Having sucked all the creamy goodness out of Colin's balls, Peter figured on a nice respite of kissing and beauty-praising. Not with a man in prime time. Colin's erection sagged for less than three minutes, during which time he completed the dilation and lubrication of the boy's magnificent bum with his fingers and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Time for penetration! And fornication! Peter watched in awe as the man laid Peter onto his back and threatened him with his completely re-stiffened "weapon of ass destruction." Peter was a tiny, helpless sissyboy -- a slave to a superior male's insane lust. Pinned under the man's powerful body as he violated the boy's anus with his menacing penis. Sliding it past the sphincter. Stretching the boy until he cried out. Not for mercy, but for "MORE!!!!" As in, "Please, sir. May I have more?" Well, if that was what the little Dickens wanted, that was what he would get. Colin FUCKED Peter furiously. With long, rapid strokes designed to elicit squeals of agonized delight. They were so elicited. Each long rub on Peter's tender prostate was exacerbated by the tight quarters of Colin's cock in a bum that had not greeted such a visitor. It was all so semi-painful, semi-glorious that Peter lost his erection. Then regained it when Colin shot a torrent of hot sperm into the boy's bowels. Peter had never felt such a wild gush of sperm inside him. Besides fearing for a) his life and b) the viability of his future poops, Peter feared c) that, having spunked, Colin would leave Peter high and dry. Fear A was dispelled when Peter reckoned he was still breathing. Fear B would have to wait, but let's assure you that all became well. Fear C was a real eyeopener for Peter. After drenching Peter's bowels, Colin fucked on. With what Peter would swear was a full erection. None of his older or younger lovers had accomplished that remarkable feat of penile strength. Fear C dissipated with Peter's splendid spunkup. All over his pretty tummy. While he and Colin sucked tongues and Colin approached another climax. Then the young man reached Climax Cliff and fell off. Hard. Shuddering in such ecstasy that Peter feared for Colin's life. Not to worry. Well. That should have done it for a while, Peter reasoned. Which was OK, because he was a cummy mess inside and out. And he had to pee. So after some grateful kisses, he announced, "That was awesome. I'll be right back. I have to tinkle. [giggle]." Peter got up and moved five steps toward the bathroom. But then he made the mistake(?) of looking back over his shoulder at Colin. Who saw a lovely, freshly-fucked angel, batting his beautiful eyes at Colin. The angel's bottomhole was open and drooling thick globs of Colin's cum down the inside of both of Peter's lovely thighs. Colin's cock stirred. He got up and said, "Let's pee together." Peter blushed. That was extra-naughty. The boy loved extra-naughty. He thought maybe they would be crossing streams in the toilet, but that would be a challenge, since Colin was erect again!!! They entered the bathroom together and Colin directed Peter into the shower. He closed the door, grabbed his cock and began to pee on Peter! No one had ever... The boy started giggling and peed back! Urine flew wildly until they were both pissed out. Then they turned the shower on and soaped and washed each other until things grew too hot for further cleanliness. Colin entered the bent-at-the-waist Peter from behind and fucked him slowly. Making each stroke a scrapbook memory. Finally, Colin pressed his lover against the shower glass and pumped him full of baby juice. Peter cried out in joyful torment as he shot his own tribute to hedonism. It was good for a man to be back from Abbadabbastan. It was good for a sissyboy to experience sexual voraciousness and what sure seemed like love from a man in his prime. Though Peter didn't plan to give up his other lovers, Colin had just moved to the top spot on the roster. Oh my! Was Colin hard again? He was! And he didn't even have the decency to dry himself and Peter off before he threw the boy onto the bedroom floor and fucked him in the style to which Peter wanted to become accustomed. Peter Willing was always willing for Colin Permahard. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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