Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2011 14:22:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Sex Education (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Sex Education (gay, adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- Crime, Punishment and Fucking Reginald Bumsplitter took his position very seriously. And well he should. It was a serious position. One with serious implications for the future of mankind. And boykind. Seriously. Mr. Bumsplitter was the headmaster of Spermbutt Academy. The touchstone of sissyboy culture and font of serious sissyboy research and development. Founded and funded by Nobel Prize for Science winner Carlton Spermbutt, Spermbutt Academy was the proving ground for Dr. Spermbutt's world-changing research. Many scientists would be content with developing a product that revolutionized the world's sexual activities, radically reordered culture and made billions for its inventor. But not Carlton Spermbutt. He sought new triumphs. Spermbutt anal lubricant had taken the pain out of anal sex. Which made boys say "yes." And men say, "Cowabunga." As a result. in most civilized societies the age of consent for boys had been reduced to ten years. And everyone, except for some unenlightened women, was happy for it. Enlightened women realized that they no longer had to bother themselves with all that disgusting messiness that men had wanted from them. But Dr. Spermbutt didn't stop there. He was constantly inventing and refining new products for men and boys to enjoy together. Spermbutt Academy, where the world's prettiest, sissiest boys attended boarding school from the ages of 10 to 13, was where the products were tested. Though Spermbutt Academy was rightly known as a cauldron of virile sexuality, it was also academically excellent. "The last thing I want is a lot of stupid bimbos walking around saying they're our graduates," Dr. Spermbutt had told Mr. Bumsplitter on more than one occasion. Mr. Bumsplitter took that to heart. Which was why, the afternoon that this story opens, Mr. Bumsplitter was about to deal with two academic offenders in a most traditional fashion. Like every Spermbutt Academy student, Corey Balldairy and Dillon Pantyload had no excuse for breaking the rules. Every student was well fed, got an excellent education and had all the ball-draining, chest-heaving sex anyone could ever wish for. You just had to follow a few rules. One of which was, no sex in the classrooms. Classrooms were for learning. Not fucking. Not sucking. Not even anus-fingering or kissing. Learning. But young sissyboys in love couldn't always control their hormones. And 11-year-olds Corey and Dillon were definitely in love. Which was usually fine. They could go to their bedrooms and fuck each other into a cummy puddle if they wanted. Anytime except class time. Corey and Dillon had been caught kissing in Mr. Hungstud's third period math class. Hungrily kissing. Steamily kissing. Mr. Hungstud sent them to the headmaster for the punishment they deserved. Naked spankings!! Even though Mr. Bumsplitter could pretty much fuck any of Spermbutt Academy's 60 student angels anytime he wanted, naked-spanking time was an especially fun time for him. Not only was naked-spanking time a good time to field test some Spermbutt products, there was something amazingly erotic about reddening a helpless culprit's pretty bottom. A guilty pleasure. Though Mr. Bumsplitter didn't feel guilty after he did it. The two young villains, Corey and Dillon, appeared in the headmaster's office at the appointed time, 3 p.m., and in full Spermbutt Academy uniform. To wit: navy-blue, schoolboy, monogrammed blazer over white shirt and diagonally striped tie. Impossibly short shorts that barely covered the boy's pink bottom cheeks and exposed a whiff of panty as well as the entirety of the lads' deliciously long legs. And, just in case there was any doubt about their sissiness, black, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes over turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. No man could look at a Spermbutt Academy boy in that uniform and fail to erect. The two wrongdoers were sniveling and whimpering in anticipation of their well-deserved retribution. And Corey even DARED to protest. "Please, sir," Corey pleaded, "I know we did wrong, but don't spank us. Dillon is so beautiful and all I was doing was telling him, through my kisses, how much I love him and how we would make love after class." Mr. Bumsplitter had to agree on many of Corey's points. Dillon was indeed amazingly lovely. And anyone who had the opportunity to kiss those lips and passed it by had to be crazy. But rules were rules. Including the rule about taking one's punishment without complaint. "That will earn you six more strokes for mouthing off, young Mr. Balldairy," Mr. Bumsplitter said. "Eighteen in all and a dozen for your co-conspirator." The boys gasped and began to sob piteously. Which hardened Mr. Bumsplitter's cock beyond all limits. "Please sir," Dillon said. "If Corey is to get 18, I'll take 18 as well." It was Mr. Bumsplitter's lucky day. "Eighteen it is for both of you. Now strip down to your panties, shoes and socks, both of you. And we'll begin." Sobs and wails of terror punctuated the room as the boys stripped to their regulation pink panties, black Mary Janes and turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. Quite a bit different from the last time he'd had Corey and Dillon in his bed. Fucking their delicious bottoms off for an afternoon, night and morning. No reason why the punishment session couldn't morph into such a red-letter occasion again. Mr. Bumsplitter eyed the two young beauties lupinely. Should he get naked himself to spank them? Why not? The headmaster, or as the boys were then thinking of him, the "headmonster" stripped to a very nice buff. And couldn't help but notice how the sight of his virile charms had flushed the boys' faces even further. Dillon even smiled and licked his lips as he admired Mr. Bumsplitter's huge stiffie. "This is no laughing matter, young man," Mr. Bumsplitter said harshly. Though he was quite pleased at the boy's reaction. "It's time to atone for your sins," the man said. "Off with those panties, both of you. And Corey, you'll be first across my knee." Corey cried out in dread. Mr. Bumsplitter sat in a rarely used, straight-backed firm chair. The spanking chair. To his right was a small table which supported three different bottles of Spermbutt Industry products and what appeared to be an oversized pingpong paddle, with holes in it. Mr. Bumsplitter grabbed the handle of the paddle and beckoned to Corey. Corey cried out in fear as he looked at the menacing, naked man. Whose big cock was standing tall in anticipation of paying the reprobates their wages of sin. Apparently Mr. Bumsplitter did not subscribe to the notion that spanking a boy would hurt him more than it would hurt the boy. The man planned on having all the pain-free fun he could manage. Corey did NOT like his prospects. Instead of, at that very moment, being tongue-deep in Dillon's bumhole, he was about to be viciously spanked by a naked man with foul intent. Not that foul intent was always a bad thing. Perhaps it was all a ruse to scare the boys into better behavior, Corey thought. Mr. Bumsplitter would be seduced by the sight of the boys' anal magnificence and fall under their coital spell. The way men always had. Corey's notion grew stronger when he saw Mr. Bumsplitter put the paddle down and reach for a bottle of Spermbutt Industries' Slickyboy masturbation cream. Maybe it would be a fun afternoon after all. Corey stepped forward as directed and cooed with pleasure as Mr. Bumsplitter coated the boy's pretty pubic trio with a slick coat of Slickyboy. He was going to succumb to Corey's charms, the way men always did. The man would wank Corey, then fuck him and perhaps Dillon as well and that would be that. Things veered off that fantasy track for a moment when Mr. Bumsplitter rubbed a large portion of Slickyboy all over the insides of his hairy thighs. Instead of all over that delicious mancock that was making Corey drool, despite his fear. What was...? "Over my knee now, young man. And be quick about it!" the beastly man barked. Sobbing the sobs of shattered hope, Corey lay across Mr. Bumsplitter's lap as a sniveling, trembling Dillon watched from six feet away. Mr. Bumsplitter closed his well-lubed thighs over the boy's well-lubed cock and without further doo-doo, SLAMMED the paddle into Corey's surprised bum! Corey screamed like a banshee complaining about higher taxes at a townhall meeting. Frightening Dillon, the victim-in-waiting. And delighting Mr. Bumsplitter. Who wasted no time delivering swat number two. Then number three. Moving his paddle to cover both cheeks and the upper thighs. Making things quite crimson. With an interesting side effect. As each swat rained down on the helpless victim, Corey's cock rubbed against the crevice created by Mr. Bumsplitter's manly thighs. Warm thighs. Hairy thighs. The man was dominating the boy. The way the boy adored being dominated during sex. But it wasn't sex. It hurt. Still... By swat 14, Corey felt the unmistakable feeling that he felt when he was about to do something unmistakable. He shouldn't be doing that unmistakable thing from being spanked. It was wrong. Taking pleasure from pain. But the dominance. The rubbing. The product developed by a Nobel Prize winner. On swat 16, Corey's oral emission was decidedly different. Indubitably sexual. For good reason. The boy's balls were furiously emptying themselves all over Mr. Bumsplitter's thighs. And Corey was feeling pain/pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Not a pleasure he would like to duplicate again soon. But definitely an intense pleasure. Swats 17 and 18 were delivered quickly and the victim was allowed to stand. Sperm was in evidence all over Corey's pubic area as the red-faced, sobbing boy danced and whimpered and rubbed his blazing bum. The sight of Corey's copious boy's cream drooling all over his tummy and oozing throughout the insides of Mr. Bumsplitter's hairy thighs startled Dillon so much that he almost didn't hear Mr. Bumsplitter's order to step forward and be Slickyboyed-up like his lover. As Mr. Bumsplitter lubed up Dillon's cock and balls, the man noted with delight that the lad was already aroused from what he had just witnessed. And what he realized he would soon experience. The man had to exercise care not to make the boy spunk before the spanking began. That would ruin the "field test" he was conducting of a new usage of Slickyboy. Dr. Spermbutt, in his great Nobelish wisdom, had postulated that a boy, properly mounted on a man's bare thighs, properly lubed with Slickyboy and properly spanked, would give himself over to his submissive sissyhood and revel in his painful, humiliating domination. As usual, the guru of pederasty was right. But just to be sure... Dillon slid his cock between Mr. Bumsplitter's thighs as he lay across the man's lap and offered his bum as restitution for his transgressions. No need for a relube, as Corey's boy juices had slicked up the warm, welcoming crevice of the man's thighs. Ohh... That felt so good, Dillon thought. But only for a moment. Mr. Bumsplitter's swats began to pour down onto the screaming, pleading, wriggling and, by only swat 7, gut-heaving, orgasming boy. Somehow, though Dillon never re-erected after his creamy contribution to science, the boy managed a second spunking just as the 18th paddle swat completed his humiliation. Ohh... That felt so good, Dillon thought. Not that he would want to ever go through that again. When the second perpetrator was released, he stood up and rushed to embrace Corey. Whose three-inch jewel was again fiercely erect from witnessing his lover's painful mortification. The two angels kissed and comforted each other, stealing glances now and then at the Evil One who had just inflicted their lives with not only pain, but confusion. They didn't LIKE what had just happened to them. But apparently their "boy parts" had enjoyed it a LOT!! The fearful looks at Mr. Bumsplitter evolved into curious looks about what he would do to them next. Then angry looks, because he wasn't fucking them. Which was what any aroused sissyboy needs more than air and water. Mr. Bumsplitter's cock was iron-hard. He was looking at them with naked lust. What was the holdup? The headmaster was reaching for another bottle of something, grabbed it and said, "Corey and Dillon. Would you please come over here with me?" Now they were getting somewhere. Though the boys' teeny bit of not-sexed-up rationality told them that, while they NEEDED a fat cock in their bumholes NOW(!!), their ravaged posteriors would make any sexual activity dreadfully painful. Time to field test a new Spermbutt, Inc. product. Mr. Bumsplitter grabbed the bottle of "Reconciliation Apres-Spanking Lotion." Reconciliation, its marketing would claim, reconciled the boy and his spanker, allowing the spanking phase to transition to the spunking phase while the boy's libido was still in flames. By quenching the flames in his bum. The boys watched warily as the man held the bottle in his left hand and squirted an ample dose into his right hand. He beckoned Corey to come forward and turn around. Then, gently but firmly, Mr. Bumsplitter laid his lotion-drenched palm onto the boy's flaming right bumcheek. The boy winced at first, but then clearly was soothed by the lotion and the manly hand applying it to his right cheek. Then the left. Oh! That felt nice. Dillon thought so too when the new miracle product cooled off his blazing bottom. Oh my. Had Mr. Bumsplitter slipped two fingers inside Dillon's pussyhole? Hmmm! Yes! Oh. And into Corey's sweet orifice as well. Deftly the administrator/educator/scientist/pederast had doused his fingers into a jar of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and was giving the boys' prostates a loving seeing-to as they took turns kissing Mr. Bumsplitter's lips. And stroking the man's fine cock. All in the good name of reconciliation. Amazing stuff, that lotion. While the boys' justly-punished bums were still red, the pain was gone -- replaced by a soft glow of good feeling toward the spanker. And the aching need to feel the spanker's cock deep inside. And you thought Carlton Spermbutt Nobel Prize was frivolous and inappropriate? Hah! Anyway, the boys, it seemed, were about to be fucked at last. Corey first, since he had been the initial victim. Eager for his destiny, Corey lay on the bed, on his back. Knees up and back. Anus lubricated, dilated, and eager for its visitor. Dillon, who had spunked once more than Corey, would have to wait as Mr. Bumsplitter fucked his friend. But he didn't need to be passive about it all. Mr. Bumsplitter mounted Corey regally. Skewering the boy with his massive meat as the boy cried out in erotic hunger. Corey squealed and grunted and begged for a fucking that was harder, faster and more severe in every way. Rejecting the role of spectator, Dillon slid four fingers of his right hand, and a part of his thumb, into Mr. Bumsplitter's bum. After immersing his hand in Spermbutt, of course. Well... Mr. Bumsplitter didn't expect that. No student, even the cheekiest, had ever done that to Reginald Bumsplitter. It was about time someone did. Dillon transported Mr. Bumsplitter to a parallel universe when he mercilessly massaged the man's prostate as the man fucked Corey's delicious anus. Mr. Bumsplitter was cockeyed with lust as he grunted and heaved and endured a merciless prostate violation. Eleven agonizingly erotic minutes later, the man cried out semi-manfully as he emptied his boiling testicles into Corey's fine asshole. Just 22 minutes after that, following the boys' skilled revival efforts -- for his cock, not for Mr. Bumsplitter -- the man lay on his back as Dillon sat on Mr. Bumsplitter's fat, resurrected cock and Corey sat on his delighted, anal-juice-hungry face. Mr. Bumsplitter fucked Dillon as he ate Corey out most deliciously. The boys kissed each other lewdly until the triumphant trio triply tripped their triggers. Who was sex-educating whom, after all? Two -- More Useful Science The next morning, Carlton Spermbutt was a bit uncomfortable as he sat in Mr. Bumsplitter's office. It wasn't the smells of sweat and sperm that formed the room's residue of Mr. Bumsplitter's all-night love session with Corey and Dillon. Dr. Spermbutt loved that smell. It meant that his inventions -- his long-needed legacy to the world -- were achieving their intended purpose. It wasn't being in the presence of the Spermbutt Academy headmaster. After all, Dr. Spermbutt owned the place and employed the headmaster. Plus, Dr. Spermbutt and Mr. Bumsplitter were the best of friends. Dr. Spermbutt was uncomfortable because he hadn't "gotten any" last night. A very unusual evening for the man. Sissyboys loved Dr. Spermbutt. And he loved sissyboys. Proper diet. Moderation in all things but one. Four daily orgasms into the mouth or bottomhole or even the lubed hand of a loving sissyboy -- that was the healthy lifestyle. The happy lifestyle. And Dr. Spermbutt was living it. It showed. The man was 51, yet had the body (abs especially) of a 30-year-old. So why didn't he "get any" the previous night? Dr. Spermbutt was still a scientist first. And he had new products to test that day. Live testing on a live boy. And he wanted to be fully randy to ensure the accuracy of his results. "I think you'll like Taylor, Chief," Mr. Bumsplitter said. "He's an interview applicant for a place in next year's class. Barely 10-years old. His parents Claim that he's never been fucked yet. Lots of things you can introduce him to. And he's remarkably pretty." "He sounds great, Reggie," Dr. Spermbutt said. "Are you sure you're all right this morning. You're looking a little tired." Mr. Bumsplitter snorted companionably. "I was working last night -- doing a field test of Reconciliation Apres-Spanking Lotion. I was the spanker and yet I was the one teetering on the edge of survival last night. Corey and Dillon wanted to fuck me to death and mount my hide on their dormitory room wall." "I'm eager to review the video," Dr. Spermbutt said. "For science purposes, of course. Did you give them each a dozen before you used the lotion?" "Eighteen each, Chief. Corey spunked once during the spanking and Corey spunked twice. But the lotion seemed to make their nostrils shoot flames. It's another scientific breakthrough, Chief. Men will be spanking their naughty sissyboys more often now. Which will make the world a more disciplined, orderly place. And the boys will express their gratitude in ways that will keep ambulance drivers and emergency rooms busy -- thus creating more jobs. It's a win-win." Dr. Spermbutt smiled contentedly. Remembering his love session with Dillon soon after the boy had become a Spermbutt Academy student. Mmmmm. Dillon. He'd have to spend a night or two with Corey soon. And Dillon again soon after. But never both of them together. That was for daredevils like Reggie Bumsplitter. The Nobel laureate was also thinking about his marketing plans for Reconciliation Apres-Spanking Lotion. Should he call it something simpler, such as "Spank/Spunk?" How about an advertising slogan like, "Puts the fire out and the sperm in." He could do a TV spot showing a boy being nasty to his mother, then a shot of his naked Daddy spanking the crying, writhing, naked boy hard, making his bottom flame red. Then shots of Daddy applying Reconciliation to the red areas, with the boy cooing in gratitude. Followed by the boy on his stomach, dilated bumhole oozing sperm. The boy is looking back at the camera saying, "I deserved that spanking, Daddy. I loved getting Reconciliation Apres-Spanking Lotion on my naughty bum and REALLY loved what we did after. Thanks, Daddy!" [VOICEOVER: Reconciliation Apres-Spanking Lotion: Your sissyboy will thank you.] Anyway... "Please have Taylor report to my laboratory at 10, Reggie. I'm going to introduce him to the delights of foreplay and a nice new test product or two." And so it came to pass that 10-years-and-nine-months-old, 5th-Grader and Spermbutt Academy applicant Taylor Nutbutter sat in the waiting area outside Dr. Spermbutt's lab at precisely 10 a.m. that lovely spring morning. Ever since Taylor could remember, Mom and Daddy had been telling Taylor what an honor it would be to be selected for such a prestigious school. Taylor accepted their descriptions of Spermbutt Academy's academic excellence and its role in its graduates' lifelong success. Both of which were completely true. Taylor's parents neglected to mention two key details, however. First, instead of the $50,000 per year that Taylor believed that his parents, at great personal sacrifice, would be paying to send him to Spermbutt, the Academy would be paying the parents $50,000 a year for the pleasure of Taylor's company. Second, Taylor would be making some significant contributions to his tuition payment as well, including, but not limited to the boy's virginity, his notions of his alleged heterosexuality, and every corpuscle of sperm that formed in his testicles for a three-year period. If he were selected, of course. Taylor thought that his new-student-interview week would involve some academic testing, perhaps a physical and a fitness test, and lots of interviews with teachers and administrators. All that was true. Taylor also got to meet, under supervised conditions, some of the boys who would be his schoolmates if he were accepted for the next year. The boy had to admit that he found them a bit odd. Beginning, of course, with that school uniform! Did he see panties peeking out under those ridiculously short school shorts? Pink panties!?!?! And those sissyish, black, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes with the turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows!?!?!? That was all very odd. Plus, did Taylor's eyes deceive him or were all the boys at Spermbutt Academy frighteningly pretty? And why were they all looking at Taylor as if they wanted...no, needed...something from him? What did Taylor have that those pretty boys needed? Oh well. Every organization has its idiosyncrasies, Taylor reasoned. If he had a chance, he would ask Dr. Spermbutt about all that when they met in a few minutes. Oh. There he was. Coming through the door. Holding his hand out for Taylor to shake. What a friendly-looking man! And so [blush] powerful! And handsome too! "Hello Taylor Nutbutter," Dr. Spermbutt said. "What a pleasure to meet you. And how lovely you look this fine spring day." Taylor blushed. He didn't expect a compliment. Especially one about his beauty. Though men had been telling him how pretty he was for as long as he could remember. Still, Dr. Spermbutt was such an important man and Taylor was just a kid. "Good morning, sir," Taylor managed to say. "I'm honored to meet you." "The honor is all mine, young man. We love our boys at Spermbutt Academy. And we try to show it in every way we can. I've reviewed your test scores and I can see that you are a VERY qualified applicant. I can see that you'll be an excellent student here. Provided that you can fit into the culture, of course." [Pause] [Pause] "What do you mean `fit into the culture,' Dr. Spermbutt?" "Well, Honey, at Spermbutt Academy, unlike most schools, we focus on the full range of a boy's needs. All boys, particularly boys your age and with your stunning beauty, have needs that they don't talk about with their parents, but are very strong. Do you know what kinds of needs I mean?" Taylor blushed. Was Dr. Spermbutt talking about THOSE needs? The needs he felt when his penis got stiff and his testicles ached? The needs he felt when a handsome man, a man like Dr. Spermbutt, paid attention to him in a certain way? "I think so, Dr. Spermbutt," the young beauty answered honestly. "I think so too, Sweetheart," the man replied. "But just to be sure. Let me ask you some things. Does your penis get stiff often?" Taylor began to quiver a little. He was uncomfortable answering such an intimate question. Yet, he had often wondered about the nature of things and maybe he could get some real answers from Dr. Spermbutt. "Sometimes," the boy answered sheepishly. "And if it stays hard for a while, do your testicles hurt?" "Oh, yes sir! They ache badly and I don't know what to do." A true innocent, the man concluded accurately. Then, "In the Spermbutt Academy culture, we don't allow our boys to suffer in that way. Your condition is called `blueballs' and we have many delightful remedies, all of which involve the release of `boy's cream' from the afflicted testicles. The release of boy's cream can be a boy's greatest joy. Have you ever released your boy's cream?" Taylor blushed a crimson red. The conversation was getting VERY intimate. Too intimate? Maybe not. But his tiny prick was very stiff and he was feeling that "blueballs" scourge coming back again. If Dr. Spermbutt could be frank, Taylor could too. "I've never made it, sir. I don't know how. But I know boys make it. I've seen the ads on TV about... Oh... Wait... Are you the Dr. Spermbutt who makes those products in the ads? Where the sissyboy thanks his Daddy for helping him make boy's cream?" Amazingly, until that moment, Taylor didn't realize that the Spermbutt of Spermbutt Academy was the Spermbutt who made those naughty ads and naughty products. Spermbutt being such a common name. Dr. Spermbutt bit his tongue so that he wouldn't laugh at the boy's sweet naiveté. "Yes, I am, Sweetie. I'm the man who has helped make millions of boys across the world happier. And I can help you too. But only if you want me to." Taylor was shuddering noticeably. So much to process. Such a big step to take. His balls were hurting very badly. And he really wanted to know how to relieve that pressure. It was a medical necessity. So Taylor nodded almost imperceptibly and said "OK" almost inaudibly to begin his new life as a sissyboy. Dr. Spermbutt smiled. "Good boy!" the man said. "Now off with those clothes if we're going to do this properly." Off with those clothes!?!?!!? Dr. Spermbutt wanted Taylor to be naked?!?!?!?!? He couldn't be naked in front of a man. Alone with a man. But Dr. Spermbutt was a scientist. A man who could ensure Taylor's future success. And a man who, it seemed, knew what Taylor really needed, more so than anyone Taylor had ever met. Trembling and blushing, Taylor stripped to his tightie-whities. Which were quite fiercely tented by Taylor's 3.27-inch prized possession. "Off with those too, my Darling," the shameless satyr said. Taylor was actually whimpering as he removed the last impediment to Dr. Spermbutt's lust. Though he did enjoy the way Dr. Spermbutt's eyes sparkled when he gazed hungrily at all of Taylor's virginal charms. "You're an angel fallen to earth, Taylor. The prettiest boy we've ever had here at Spermbutt Academy." Which may or not have been true. And may or may not have been what Dr. Spermbutt said to all the boys he wanted to fuck. But it made Taylor glow with pride as his boyish peanuts felt a stab of desire. Dr. Spermbutt led Taylor to an examining table and had the boy lay on it. On his back. Tiny prick pointing skyward. Sore testicles aching for release. The expedient remedy would have been to wank the boy with Slickboy. Or suck the boy's sweet cock to a creamy conclusion. Or even use Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to torment his prostate into orgasm. But Dr. Spermbutt was a scientist first. And this was about foreplay. "I'm going to do some things that I know you'll love. They'll make your beautiful body come alive with pleasure. Then, if you want, we'll do some things together that we'll both love. But only if you want to do them. If you say stop at any time, I'll stop, OK?" That sounded good to Taylor. He would be in control. The boy nodded his assent. And the fun began. Quite modestly, actually. Dr. Spermbutt produced a bottle of a new product called "Nips." A thick, white cream designed especially for the stimulation of an often-neglected, yet essential-to-proper-foreplay region -- boyish nipples. The man squeezed a small amount onto the pad of his right forefinger. Watching the boy's look of half-fear, half-lust that made all those lonely nights in the lab well worth it. Then, carefully and lovingly, Carlton Spermbutt rubbed Nips onto the puffy left nipple of one Taylor Nutbutter. The boy gasped in erotic wonder. Ohhhhh. Taylor had never previously even considered that he had nipples. And there they were. Electrifying his libido. The man was rubbing both of the boy's nipples with his talented fingers and that slick cream. It felt SO good! And then the man did something that the boy didn't expect. He leaned forward, and without losing a nipple stroke, he kissed the boy. Right on the mouth! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Taylor felt a sharp stab of agonizing pleasure in his groin and for the first time in his life, the sweet angel heaved his creamies. In six thin, but glorious milkropes. And the man hadn't even touched him "there." Well. "Nips" appeared to be a worthy addition to Spermbutt, Inc,'s fine family of products. Though Dr. Spermbutt would have to test it on other boys, of course. Lots of them. Just to be sure. Two other test products remained to be tested that day. And the best way to get that done properly was for the tester to be equally naked with the testee. Exposing tester and testee testicles equally. With the boy still in an erotic haze, Dr. Spermbutt quickly undressed to a fine buff. A condition that Taylor couldn't help but notice when he returned from a galaxy far, far away. Things were progressing very rapidly for the young lad. He had just experienced his first orgasm and now the man who had administered said orgasm was naked and rubbing some scented oils all over Taylor's dazzled body. At a time when he thought he would be doing a school interview. Being asked questions like, "What do you see yourself doing in five years?" The question at hand was, what did Taylor see himself doing in fifteen minutes if the man kept massaging him all over with that delicious oil. And those strong, manly hands! Would he be doing that naughty thing again? That thing that almost ripped his balls off? Did he want to do that again? Oh, yes! Dr. Spermbutt's thick mancock was sticking straight up as he massaged Taylor's long, pink legs and perfect feet with "Oilyboy," a new product for which he held great hope. Oilyboy made a boy's body into one giant pussy -- thrilling a man's cock with warm moistness wherever the man chose to rub it on his boy's body. Warm Oilyboy rubbed lovingly in every boyish crevice made the boy feel adored. And unlike babyoil, it was tasteless and odorless. Which made all-over kissing after a rubdown more enjoyable. As well as after-sex cleanup more surreptitious. Taylor, it seems, adored being handled by a man. And though the man still hadn't touched his boyish cock or balls, was still feeling pleasure pangs down there all over again. Taylor also couldn't help noticing Dr. Spermbutt's "condition" as he massaged Taylor's frontal parts. In an impulse of passion that startled them both, Taylor reached out and laid a soft hand onto the man's cock. Dr. Spermbutt, the veteran of sex with 100 boys, still moaned at the seraphic sexpot's touch on his mancock. Which was all the encouragement Taylor needed. He rubbed his hand along the full length of the man's proudest part as the man shifted his massage to Taylor's penile region. By the time Taylor figured out that he was getting maximum man moanage from a concentration on Dr. Spermbutt's cockhead, Dr. Spermbutt had varied the experiment a bit by sliding the middle finger of his left hand inside the boy, finding his virgin prostate, as he wanked the boy sweetly with his right hand. Ohhhh! It was such bliss that neither wanted it to end. Taylor didn't know what Dr. Spermbutt was rubbing in there, but it was making it difficult for Taylor to hold in his little squeals and grunts. Until... Taylor screamed and shot his first prostate-induced orgasm. All over his flat, cute tummy. Which was so darned thrilling to Dr. Spermbutt's imagination that he joined Taylor in paradise. Shooting off several hours'collection of spermal fireworks. As Taylor watched, in awe of how much of that stuff a grown man could expend. Using Oilyboy was also an effective foreplay aid, Dr. Spermbutt concluded. Though he did admit to himself that the scientific method had been siderailed a bit by his desire to empty his own testicles. Still, he now had an opportunity to try out the third and last new product. Dr. Spermbutt led his new lover to the lab's back room, where an emperor-sized bed awaited its cum-drenching. He and the boy kissed hungrily. Cock to cock. Tongues dueling furiously. He wanted to fuck the boy. Soon. As any man would. But even his heated condition was unable to move his 51-year-old equipment to renewed vigor. He would eat the boy's anus, of course. Gladly. Ardently. And the boy would adore it. But even after all that, in recent days, Dr. Spermbutt found that he needed at least an additional ten minutes of the boy's careful oral attentions to achieve stiffness for a round two. And even longer for each successive round. The normal flow of a proper second fucking was interrupted. Thus, Dr. Spermbutt had developed "Halftime." Like his other products, not a pill. A lotion. That when rubbed on a man's penis and testicles, cut "recovery" time in half. Time to test it. Excusing himself briefly from the boy's voracious attentions, Dr. Spermbutt "Halftimed" his cock and balls thoroughly, then eased the boy onto his stomach and proceeded to introduce Taylor to analingus. An introduction that Taylor welcomed. And led to a lifetime of enthusiasm for all things anal. Taylor couldn't believe that that man, that world-famous man, had his tongue up Taylor's bumhole! Or that Taylor was enjoying it so much Taylor was already half in love with Dr. Spermbutt. And had pretty much decided that he would allow the man to consummate any filthy impulses that the man developed. Except one. Those boys in those Spermbutt ads he had seen. Their bums were all open and were drooling that creamy stuff from their "daddies'" balls. That pretty much convinced Taylor that their daddies had "opened" the boys with their cocks! Which would hurt! So he couldn't allow that. Though he had to admit that everything that the man and he had done thus far had been totally awesome. And anything resembling reason or resolve appeared to slipping away from him as the man's tongue licked out his naughtiest places. Oh. Those thick, manly fingers were inside him again. Rubbing some very nice, very wet stuff all around his bowels. And they were [blush] rubbing that special place inside of him again too. That place that when he rubbed him the last time made him shoot his boy's cream as he screamed and shuddered. Those fingers felt so good! Wait. The fingers were gone. The man was rubbing some stuff on his cock again. Different stuff that he had rubbed on it before. And Dr. Spermbutt was doing something with his cock. Holding it, as if he were pleased that it was stiff again. Then.... No!! The man was sticking his cock into the boy's bumhole! Taylor didn't want that!!! It would hurt! It was unnatural!! It was wrong!!! But... Wait. It was all in and it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt good. Really good. The man was stroking back and forth. Fucking Taylor the way a man fucked a woman. Only better. The man had reached around Taylor's hip and he was stroking the boy's cock as he fucked him. Every stroke was scraping the boy's oh-so-sensitive prostate. The scientist in Dr. Spermbutt said, "Halftime works! The men of the world can double the number of fucks in their lives!" The man in Dr. Spermbutt said, "Halftime works! That's good, but Taylor is one great piece of ass. His school interviews just got extended by a week. Maybe a month. During which we're fucking and I'm testing no new products." Taylor adored being fucked! Dr. Spermbutt adored fucking Taylor. After 14 frantic, desperate fuck-minutes, Taylor gave it up first. The resulting anal contractions of the boy's sex spasms electrified Dr. Spermbutt's cock and emptied his manly balls. In the kissy afterglow, during which Dr. Spermbutt surreptitiously applied Halftime so that he could refuck in 45 minutes instead of 90, Dr. Spermbutt invited Taylor to spend the summer with him on his Greek island. Where they could educate each other more thoroughly on sissyboy sex. Taylor accepted eagerly, then sucked his lover's cock so deliciously that they "reconnected" in a startling 22 minutes. "Maybe I'll call it Quartertime after all," the scientist mused, imagining his next Nobel Prize. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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