Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 17:14:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 7 Sissyboy Scenes 7 By Beautiful Creamer Scene Seven -- How to Enjoy Youth and Beauty Fully Ed Shotaman chuckled to himself as he lay in bed that Thursday evening. And mirth had been mostly missing in his life since his costly, nasty divorce. The best times of his life those days were the alternate weeks his son Kurt stayed with him. Kurt was a fine, smart, loving, 11-year-old boy. Whom his father had just caught whacking off to some picture or other on his computer. Kurt's eyes were closed when his father had entered the room, so Ed was sure that the boy hadn't seen him "invade his privacy." Ed's eyes were fully open and what he saw reminded him of his own youthful days as an avid wanker. Ed noted that Kurt was small in the penile department -- not unusual for a boy his age. How big had Ed been at 11? Hmmmm. Anyway, he also noted that Kurt was hurling some pretty thick ropes of boy's cream from his stiff, sore, furiously-rubbed boypole. Was that normal for a boy Kurt's age? Ed didn't think so. Acting like the competitive male he was, Ed was pleased that he had produced a boy with so much hot spunk to someday share with the pretty ladies of the world. Ed slid quietly out of the room and, when he kissed Kurt goodnight, neither mentioned anything wankworthy. Yes, Kurt chuckled because he was remembering his own wank history. Like Kurt, at a young age, Ed had procured the mandatory set of glossy magazines that featured page after page of superannuated, floppy-breasted, overly-made-up, big-haired, bottle-blondes wearing black stockings; very-high, patent-leather, stiletto heels; and remarkably bored facial expressions. Despite the banality of the 1970s wanking material, it proved quite spunkworthy. Though a boy of that age could probably bring himself off reading an industrial solvents catalog. Ed sighed. It was all Internet today. Anything you wanted. And some really good stuff, as Ed learned before during and after his divorce. Just for fun, Ed thought as he drifted off to sleep, I'll hack into Kurt's computer while he's at school and see what his "tastes" are. That proved to be a major decision in the lives of Ed, Kurt, and Kurt's best friend, Casey Smallwood. The next morning, Ed fed Kurt and got him off to school. Kurt was excited that Casey was spending the weekend with Ed and Kurt, thus the boy was in a very good mood. Ed was always in a good mood when Kurt was with him instead of his ex-wife, Lori. Was she going by her maiden name of Godzilla these days, Ed wondered. He'd have to ask Kurt. Anyway, Ed puttered around and began his work-from-home day, pounding his computer into submission until he took a break at 10:30. Ed remembered his resolution to see what sort of smut Kurt preferred. Doing his "good parent" thing. Not that he was going to discourage the boy's smut-gathering or incessant masturbation. That would be like telling a boy to stop breathing. No, he was just curious. And since he was a "black-belt-level" computer expert, it took Ed about 90 seconds to find the material that triggered his son's spunky explosions the previous evening. And several minutes to recover from the shock of what he saw. Naked pictures. No surprise there. But not of women. Or girls. Or even farm animals. No. The pictures were of Kurt and his best friend Casey!! And they were captioned!! The pics looked as if they had been taken with a digital camera on a tripod and a timer. Reflexively, Ed looked around Kurt's room and found said equipment. Ed forced himself to look at the pictures. The first was a very naked, very smiley and very erect Casey. The caption was, "This is me when I think of you, Kurt." Oh no. Casey was a homosexual. Not that there's anything wrong with that. And he was trying to "recruit" Kurt. Successfully, if the next picture had anything to say about it. It was Kurt -- gorgeous, sweet Kurt -- naked and painfully erect -- his foreskin back and knob red and exposed. "This is me thinking of us kissing, Casey," it said. Maybe it was just a phase. Yeah. Lots of boys go through that, right? It passes. But... A complication... Against all logic and decency, Ed's cock was fiercely erect. >From looking at a picture of his "aroused-by-gay-thoughts" son. Kurt was so beautiful. And vulnerable. And needy. The boy needed love and reassurance. Every child of a divorce does. Had Ed neglected his son? Well, he certainly wasn't going to give the boy anything sexual. Though the thought of doing just that lingered in his heated brain a millisecond too long. Ed knew he shouldn't look at more pictures, but this would be a dull tale if he didn't. The next picture was Casey, naked, on his back, arms over his head in complete submission. Ed's torso actually spasmed when he saw that Casey' flat, silky-soft tummy hosted a lake of boy's cream. A deep lake. Casey's spent, little cock was dripping boy sperm and the caption said, "This is me when I think about your Daddy making love to us. He's so hot!!!" "Us????" "Hot????" To this day, Ed doesn't know exactly what happened to him when he saw the cum-drenched Casey and read that caption. The next thing he remembered was standing in his bathroom taking off his cum-soaked underpants. Then staggering back to sit on Kurt's bed. Just to collect his thoughts. Which were sort of all over the map. What was happening? What should he, as the grown-up, do about it? And what was that lump he was sitting on between Kurt's mattress and box spring? Oh dear. It was a stack of eight well-worn, pages-stuck-together, back issues of a filthy, pederastic, homosexual abomination called "Sissy Boy" magazine. Kurt was "reading" "Sissy Boy????" That infamous trash that no red-blooded male would even glance at when he saw it on a newsstand or at the supermarket checkout? The magazine that was at the epicenter of gay perversion? Was Ed already too late to "save" Kurt? Or himself? Ed had, after all, just creamed his pants so hard that he passed out, from thinking about making love with Kurt and Casey. Time to take responsibility for "things." Time to be the parent he should be. After a smidge more research. To see what had excited two impressionable, young, beautiful, desirable boys. And turned them to the gay side. Ed considered the cover of the top issue of Sissy Boy. The disgusting, filthy picture was of two delicious boys -- about the age of Kurt and Casey -- though, perhaps not quite as pretty. They were naked, kissing with obvious toungeiness, and covered with their own and each other's spunk. Suggesting that the picture was taken at the end of a long, passionate sex session, during which the boys had coaxed every drop of sperm and semen from each other's tiny, drooping, drooling cocks. The headline on the cover said, "Boys-in-Love Spunk-tacular Issue!!" It was so disgusting, but he had to see what his son had seen. He had to know the demons before he could fight them. Noting the outrageous cover price of $39.95, Ed opened the magazine to a brief note from the publisher, some pederastic lout named Biff Buggerall. "Dear Sissy Boy reader: You asked for an all `boys in love' issue and here it is. Next week we'll go back to our usual format of men fucking the world's loveliest young boys. But this week, its all about the boys -- demonstrating to you how much they love each other -- and will love you -- if you give them half a chance. Enjoy yourself and remember to drink lots of fluids while wanking to our young beauties. Biff." This was it, Ed thought. The Rosetta Stone to why Kurt and Casey thought it was all right to do those awful things with each other. If I look it over, without doing that awful, totally involuntary, thing again, I can save the boys, Ed thought. Just look at the pictures. Without getting aroused. A more difficult thing than one might think. Page after page of intense, puerile pulchritude. Boys, some even prettier and younger than Kurt and Casey, kissing and licking and sucking and cumming all over each other. Page after page of beautiful, ecstatic faces as the boys hurled out their cream in erotic agony. Every page showed sperm and semen in wet detail. Every page showed boys drooling sperm from their just-fucked bottoms or just penetrated mouths. Or all over their impossibly gorgeous faces. Or in their delicate hands or flat tummies. No man with a palpitating testicle could resist that visual barrage without "joining the boys" in Paradise. Much to Ed's deep shame. Ed spunked hard on page 27 as he looked at a series of pictures of Timmy and Jimmy, blond dollbabies with apparently vast resources of sperm despite their obvious youth. Timmy was kneeling on a pillow in front of Jimmy, who had just frosted Timmy's classically beautiful face with a full eight ounces of spermy goodness. In the facing panel, Timmy returned the favor to Jimmy. Then, and this was what set Ed's testicles on fire, they tongue-kissed cummily for two more pages, which made them spurt all over each other again on page 31. Ed could have set the magazine aside at that point, but he soldiered on, staying hard, but not cumming until page 65, where he met Grant and Kenny. Kenny teased Grant with views of his perfect, cum-drooling, bubble-bottom until Grant licked all of the creamy treasure out of Kenny's anus and made Kenny spunk in thick ropes of boy's cream. Fearing for his heterosexuality, if not his life, Ed closed the magazine, put it and its seven sorry companions back where he found them, and cleaned himself up. He would have to speak to Kurt and Casey that evening. Would just have to. End that nonsense right then. That was the plan. Until 1:25 that afternoon, when Ed's curiosity drove him back to the other issues of Sissy Boy. The ones where the boys were with the men. So he could see what the boys imagined about men as their lovers. So he could stop it. From happening. Ever. Oh dear. The very first issue of "Sissy Boy" that Ed "reviewed" scorched his testicles. The lead story was entitled "Daddy diddles Davey" and was smuttily atrocious. A father (!!!!) was sitting in his easy chair reading his newspaper when his son Davey approached him for a goodnight kiss. It was no ordinary kiss and no ordinary boy. Davey had to be ten years old and one day -- no older -- and he was totally, effing gorgeous! Not only that, he was dressed in a way that would have erected the deceased. Davey was dressed in a very short, hot-pink t-shirt that didn't even cover his belly button, and a pair of short, frilly, white socks. That's all. Accessorized with a floppy rag bunny. And the teeniest, stiffest little cock in the Western Hemisphere. The caption said, "Can we go to bed now, Daddy? My `little peanuts' are all achy." Ed asked himself, why am I being tested like this? A man, any man, put in this so-called "Daddy's" situation would be overwhelmed by the legion of demons, Ed turned the pages and watched the "Sissy Boy" Daddy surrender to his son's youth and beauty. How long had it been since Ed had had sex? Too long. How about good sex? Longer. Much longer. Great sex? The kind where a man gets to frost his partner's face and leave a thick creamload in the partner's anus? The sex a man NEEDS? Never. Ed had never had sex as great as this fictional Daddy in this fictional filth was having with his fictional son. [Sigh} Ed stared with aroused envy at the raw lust he saw leap off the page as "Daddy" made Davey sunk his pretty guts out -- over and over. And "Daddy" fucked a delighted Davey into a state of pure, ball-draining, ecstasy. Ed slid into empathy with the characters as he blasted out his own tribute to boyish youth and beauty. Maybe what Kurt and Casey were doing made sense, Ed thought, as he lay under a tummy-lake of his own cum. How far had his own heterosexuality taken him thus far in his life? The aftermath of a vicious divorce. A lifetime of unfulfilled sexual need. "Reading" the "Sissy Boy" magazine enlightened Ed in two important ways. First, it told him that he was not the only man who "stood up and spunked" when he saw a pretty, willing, naked boy. And second, young boys could take a big cock well into their pretty bottoms without mortal injury. In fact, "Davey" accommodated "Daddy's" bigger-than-Ed monster with great, obvious enjoyment and spunky fulfillment. So if Ed were to, you know, "try something new." He wouldn't be hurting anyone. Or breaking the norms of the entirety of society. Just the part who doesn't read "Sissy Boy." Or support its point of view. Maybe he should keep an open mind at least. Ed cleaned up and sprayed Kurt's cum-scented room with air freshener, so that it smelled like cum and air freshener instead of just cum. Ed and his open mind awaited the boys' arrival from school. At 3:20, Kurt, Casey and Dana, Casey's single Mom, entered Ed's house. "Thanks for entertaining Casey this weekend, Ed," Dana said. Weekend? Ed thought it was one night. And what did she mean by "entertain?" Was Dana inside his head about the slim possibility that he might find a sissyboy like Casey sexually attractive? No way. In Ed's knee-jerk view, Dana was a real piece of tail. Big hooters. Great ass. Pretty face. Big reputation as "easy." She was dressed to thrill and ready for a big weekend with a man. Or two. And eager to dump Casey off and get moving. Which was what happened. So there Ed was. For the weekend. With two pretty, randy, 11-year-old boys who were hot for each other and [gulp] for him. What to do? Ed greeted them and welcomed Casey. "We'll have a good time this weekend, guys. Whatever you want to do." Wrong thing to say. The boys looked at each other and giggled sissily. "Anything, Daddy?" Kurt chuckled. More giggling followed. "It's so sweet of you to `entertain' me this weekend, Mr. Shotaman," Casey said. "I don't have a Daddy. Will you be my Daddy for the weekend?" Ed's cock stiffened at those words and the accompanying eye-batting and sissy flirting Casey hurled at Ed. Where do sissyboys learn to be such little prickteasers, Ed wondered. Ed kind of wanted the prickteasing to proceed and evolve, possibly to prickpleasing. But his common sense slapped his nuts and he said, "Why don't you boys go play with each other in Kurt's room? I'll order pizza and you can come and eat at six." If Beavis and Butthead were around, they would have picked that "innocent" paragraph apart. "Uh, huh, huh. You said `play with each other' and `come' and `eat.' Uh, huh, huh." Ed winced at the thought. And the mischievous giggles the boys gave him as they ran up the stairs together. Toward what Ed jealously and rightly believed would be a hot session of boy-boy sperm exchange. [Sigh] Ed tried to work, but he kept picturing Kurt and Casey as naked as they were in the pictures they had e-mailed each other. Kissing and sucking and making each other spunk in thick, creamy globs. And he was missing all that. Perhaps not for long. Though Ed was anxious about the boy's room activities, there's no reason why you should be. Let's see what went on, shall we? As Kurt secured his bedroom door, Casey rapidly stripped off his clothes and said, "I think your Daddy will be fucking us both before the weekend's over, don't you?" "Soon after pizza tonight is my guess," Kurt replied as he stripped to the black-with-pink-trim panties he had "liberated" from his Mom's dresser. The little doll's panties were severely tented as he saw his lover wearing only a tiny, lavender thong that barely encased his severely swollen "boy's things." "It'll be great to have a man finally fuck us -- and your Daddy is such a hunk. But that's later. Right now, you're so beautiful and I want you so bad!" The two babydolls fell into a frantic embrace -- tongue-kissing and rubbing each other's plump bottoms as they reached out and touched their lust for each other. Steam was coming off the beautiful young couple as they fell into bed, reaching into each other's panty fronts to tease and tickle and fondle the epicenter of their need for each other. Kurt (rhymes with "spurt") spunked first. So quickly and so hard, that Casey giggled at his lover's lack of restraint. But then, with little warning, Casey was also helplessly hurling his boy's cream into Kurt's sweet fingers. That only knocked off a very thin layer of lust from what was a deep and abiding need for sexual release. The boys' hormones were making them crazy -- in the best sense of the word. Within moments, both sets of cum-soaked panties were off and the boys settled into a very active, almost desperate, mutual fellatio. Tasting each other's skinned, drooling knobs. Making each other sigh and pant and grunt and gasp as they sought to give and get the ultimate pleasure from each other. Casey filled his lover's cheeks first that time, cumming so hard that he stopped sucking Kurt's sweet peeny until he had made a big deposit in the Bank of Love. Then, eagerly, Casey resumed his welcome assault on Kurt's libido. Getting a tasty, creamy reward within four minutes of resumption. And they were only warming up. The boys had recently discovered the joys of prostate massage, a pleasure Kurt graciously bestowed upon Casey until the boy was squealing so loud there was no doubt that Daddy had heard. Neither boy cared. They were in love and didn't care who knew it. Arousing Daddy's primal need for fucking pretty boys was a major objective of the weekend. So the more of a "lather" they could whip Daddy into, the better. As Casey massaged Kurt's "boy's place" to frantic completion, Casey talked about how much better it would be when done with a man's big, thick, callused fingers. And best with a man's thick cock! An image that pushed Kurt off the roof and had him screaming so loud that Ed wondered if he should call 911. He resisted doing that, but was pretty sure that Oscar Wilde was right when he said, "I can resist anything but temptation." At six p.m., as agreed, the pizzas were delivered and the boys appeared. Showered and fresh. And dressed for bed. Not sleep. Bed. Kurt and Casey were wearing only t-shirts that barely covered their pink "boy's things." They were both barefoot, and the sight of those pretty feet alone would make a man turn to stone -- his cock, anyway. The boys were all smiley and flirty, but nothing overt. Such as bending over and "showing pink." Had that happened, there was a good chance that Ed would have fainted. He was obviously nervous as he served the boys pizza, then sat through a sex-neutral conversation about nothing in particular. Everyone helped clean up after dinner and no one rubbed against anyone else. And there they were. Ed staring into the abyss. Though as abysses go, it was a fine one. Ed had planned to take the boys for ice cream after dinner. But if he took them out of the house looking as they did, packs of wild men would have attacked them. So he suggested the most "normal" activity he could imagine. "The Cubs are playing the Cardinals," Ed said. "Would you like to watch the ball game?" That set Kurt and Casey off in giggles again. "Sure, Daddy," Kurt said. "Casey and I love `ball games,' don't we, Casey?" Which set them both tittering again. Ed's upper lip was sweating frigidly as he sat in the middle of his couch and turned on the baseball game. Another tactical error. The boys sat on either side of the man. Kurt on Ed's right, Casey on his left. No touching, at first. Just baseball watching. Innocence. Until... After the first inning, the boys cuddled up to Ed. Kurt rested his head on his Daddy's chest. Casey put his head on Ed's shoulder. When the second inning ended, the boys' stiffies were tenting their improvised nightshirts. And, despite his best efforts to picture dead baby ducks, Ed's cock made his pants look like the Barnum and Bailey big top. At the end of the third inning, poor, overheated Ed wished that he could call the mother ship and beam out of there. Mostly. Part of him desperately wanted to take things further. Way further! But Ed didn't exactly feel completely in charge of his destiny at that very moment. And that didn't seem likely to change. The Cubs pulled ahead in the fourth inning with a long home run. Which made Ed and the boys stand up, lift their arms and cheer. When they sat back down, raised arms led to raised t-shirts. And exposed boy's things. The boys made no effort to cover their stiff little nails as they cuddled Daddy ever closer. Ed made every effort NOT to notice the boys' deliciously exposed peenies and peanuts. Almost involuntarily, Ed's hot gaze fell onto Casey's tiny tickler. It was so pink and pretty. The boy's pouty peelips were crowned with a sweet drop of "boy dew." Ed licked his lips thinking about how sweet that nectar would be on his lips. And it wouldn't be totally wrong to do that because he and Casey weren't related. Which was why Ed used all his willpower to avoid even glancing at his son's "pretty package." A strategy doomed to fail. Ed gasped when he saw Kurt's "pretties." He had seen a picture of his boy's naked loveliness, but no picture could do Kurt's beauty justice. The young angel's knoblet was smeared with his boyish "excitement," which told Ed that although Ed had seen no pictures of Kurt spunking, he must be quite the spunker. As a parent, Ed was concerned when he saw that his son's "condition" appeared to be critical. Kurt was aroused and had been aroused since they sat down together one hour earlier. Ed's balls throbbed with blueness, so he knew that his loving son must be in pain. And oh, yeah. Casey too. Should he be the grown-up? Do the right thing? What was the right thing exactly? The boys seemed to know. Casey laid a hand, almost casually, over Ed's painfully distended, though still fully-pants-covered cock. Oh. Ed knew that he should stand up. Make a snack. Change the subject. Have everyone do jumping jacks. Play monopoly. Shoot baskets. Understandably, he did none of that. Instead, he merely submitted to Casey's gentle strokes through Ed's khakis to his painfully stiff cock. Then... His son...his only child...the fruit of his loins...locked eyes with Ed, parted his full, wet, pouty lips and said, "Kiss me, Daddy. Please." Oh. Oh. Ed surrendered to his basest, vilest desires. Which is the best recipe for a good time anyone ever devised. Ed leaned over and kissed Kurt's scrumptious mouth. With lots of tongue. Heaven. The kind with shame and guilt, however. But that didn't stop Ed one smidgie. To relieve Kurt's pain, Dr. Daddy reached over and caressed Kurt's "things" as they kissed. Kurt sighed and grunted through the tongue kisses -- to show his lusty approval. Oh. Ed's balls throbbed with unrequited lust. But not for long. Ed felt his belt being unbuckled, then his zipper being lowered. A delicate, sissyish hand extracted his cock and let it breathe free air. Ed broke the kiss for a second and looked over at Casey, who had begun to feather Ed's knob with soft kisses -- a magnificent state of affairs. Kurt's needy whimper brought Ed back to kissing his son and skinning his red cockhead. As Casey began to suck and lick Ed's cockhead with eager heat. Ed wanted Kurt to cum. He wanted to cum. All over Casey's face. And later, Kurt's face. And in their mouths. The way Kurt's mother had never let him. Ed felt liberated. And very randy as he surrendered to the first pangs of what promised to be a whopper of an orgasm. A promise which would have to wait -- briefly. Casey stopped sucking Ed's cock. Kurt broke the kiss and said, "Thanks, Casey," then slid to the floor and onto his knees. Kurt replaced Casey as Daddy's cocksucker as Casey explained, "We agreed that Kurt would get the first mouthful of your man's cream, but you have to fuck me first." Casey followed that startling admission of premeditation by starting to lick Daddy's swollen, hairy balls as Daddy's son attended to his father's fat cockhead. Though feeling "not in charge," Daddy was otherwise quite happy. Being double-teamed by beautiful babydolls. A feeling that Daddy soon expressed through the sweet agony of a gut-wrenching, debilitating orgasm. Hurling six creamy globs in joyous release. Some into Kurt's cum-hungry mouth. But most of it went onto Kurt's beautiful face. Then drooled down onto Casey's equally attractive features. It wasn't just the explosively spectacular nature of the physical feelings Daddy experienced. It was the way his sex-partners/lovers reacted. They loved being "frosted" by a man's sperm. They loved pleasing a man in every dirty way a man could imagine. They appreciated their man. We could all use more of that. And as Daddy reflected, that was a new feeling for him as far as sex was concerned. It occurred to Daddy that his lovers hadn't spunked yet. Which was a problem, since he didn't think he had two remaining sperm cells to rub together. He was in post-sex, "I need a nap" mode. And he didn't think he would be able to manage another erection until the next presidential election. Wrong, wrong and wrong. The boys gave Daddy a show that, if put on You Tube, would eliminate the worldwide scourge of erectile dysfunction. Kurt and Casey stripped off their t-shirts and lay naked in front of Daddy on the carpeted floor. Face-to-cummy-face, rubbing nipples and cocks, the young beauties began to tongue kiss and lick Daddy's sperm off each other. It was a scorching hot scene that had Daddy expecting that they would spurt all over each other at any moment. Wrong again, Daddy. When Kurt got close, so close that he was whimpering and tear-filled, Casey broke the clinch and helped Kurt stand up. In front of the sitting Daddy. Kurt pointed his stiff, drooling, aching cock at Daddy and said merely, "Please, Daddy." Daddy got the picture. And inexplicably, a second erection. Daddy took Kurt's pink stiffie into his mouth and sucked, licked and kissed it. Startling himself. Delighting his randy, needy son. But that wasn't all. Making himself very useful, Casey knelt behind Kurt and, as Daddy sucked Kurt's cock, Casey licked and "ate out" his Love's asshole. Threesomes need that sort of creativity to realize their full potential. They were definitely a full-potential threesome. Daddy was sucking his son's prick! And loving it. Despite the imminent "spit/swallow" decision he would need to make. In for a penny, in for a pounding, Daddy selected "swallow." All of that intense stimulation and the two-ended dirtiness of it all, soon had Kurt squealing and squirting into his Daddy's mouth. The squealing surprised Daddy. As did the squirting. The boy pumped a respectable load into his Daddy's mouth. The first time the man had ever tasted sperm. By no means the last. In fact, Daddy was the delighted recipient of a second thick load a few minutes later, as Casey stood and stuck his aching pricklet into Daddy's mouth as Kurt got onto his knees and ate Casey's anus. A man who had lived 37 years without sucking a cock sucked off (and swallowed) two boys in ten sweet minutes. And that was just an appetizer. Ten minutes later, Daddy and the boys were in Daddy's big bed. All naked. All randy as South African currency. Daddy's resurrected boner throbbed in anticipation of its first boyfuck. "Let me get Casey ready for you, Daddy," the generous Kurt said. Daddy was treated to another world-class show. Kurt and Casey kissed and toyed for a while, then Kurt produced a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant. He slicked up two fingers of his right hand then slid them into Casey's tight bottomhole. Daddy gasped as he watched the boys kissing. Both darlings clearly loved the intimacy of kissing, but Casey had the nice extra of an ardent prostate massage. Widening the "pussy." Lubricating it. Preparing it for its biggest visitor. And best. Casey's first man-cock in his bottom. The kissing, prostate rubbing, and, above all, anticipation of being man-fucked had Casey in a proper dither. Matched by Daddy's dither. He was about to fuck a boy. A beautiful boy. A beautiful, willing -- make that eager -- boy. Underage. Illegal. Then he would fuck his own son. That was inevitable. Unless the building caught on fire. In which case they would fuck in the firetruck as the firemen put out the blaze. And all Daddy could think of was, "Why didn't I think of this before?" "He's ready, Daddy," Kurt reported. "Fuck him good. Then you can rest five minutes or so and do me!" The optimism of youth. Though if Kurt looked as good as Casey when it was his turn, getting a third stiffie would be a piece of cake. Speaking of pieces: Casey was on all fours, pointing his plump, lubed, dilated, gorgeous ass at Daddy and begging to be fucked. Daddy looked at Kurt for just one more dose of approval, then knelt behind Casey. It was so tiny and tight. It didn't seem possible to put his ten-pound cock into a one-pound hole. What if he killed the boy? That would take some fancy explaining. Maybe he should just ease the head in and see what happened. Oh. It took a bit of doing to get the knob past the tight sphincter. And a little whimpering by the "victim." But Casey told Daddy to press on. So he did. With one steady thrust. That engulfed his entire cock in the boy's hot, tight, wet pussy. Daddy didn't enjoy Casey's feral scream. Well, maybe a little. He certainly enjoyed having his cock inside a beautiful boy's bowels. Dominating him. Mastering him. Fucking him. Kurt looked on in fearful fascination as he watched his Daddy fuck Kurt's lover. Rubbing his thick cock along the boy's tender prostate. Hearing Casey's screams evolve into grunts and squeaks of frantic pleasure. Daddy picked up the pace. Enjoying himself as he never had before. Casey's orgasm was the fuck's first bonus. It slammed into the sweet boy unexpectedly -- like getting hit with an 18-wheeler as one steps off the curb -- in the best possible way. Daddy's orgasm was the fuck's second bonus. How he managed another large, creamy load was beyond reason. Nevertheless, there it was. Dousing Casey's bowels. Making him leak for hours after. When Daddy disengaged, he lay back and was attended to by his sexual servants. They took turns kissing Daddy's mouth and sucking Daddy's cock, trying to produce a "Woodrow" so that the impatient Kurt could fill his own bottom with paternal cock. No way. Maybe the next morning. After ten uninterrupted hours of sleep. And a hearty breakfast. But Kurt was not to be denied. The boys rolled Daddy onto his stomach. Then took turns licking out his manhole. Which was beyond Daddy's dirtiest dreams. And he'd had a bunch of them over his life. "Beyond dirty" helps one do extraordinary things. Such as produce an erection fatter and stronger than the previous two. Which was quite appropriate for a Daddy to deflower his delicious son. That hard-earned erection gave Daddy and Kurt an excellent fuck. The kind worthy of "Sissy Boy" magazine. Or a loving father, his son and his son's BFF. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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