Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 10:31:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Sex Education 2 (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Sex Education 2 (gay, adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer "Please, no, Daddy! Please!!!!" Kellan Buggerbum wailed pitifully. "Oh, stop being a big baby, Kellan," Mr. Buggerbum said dismissively. "It's the best thing for you and you know it. And stop squirming and kicking so much. I can hardly drive with you doing that." "But Daddy," Kellan sobbed, "I don't want to do `things' with Trent. He's my best friend. I know him. He's not gay. And neither [sob] am I." "Nobody's saying you're gay, Kellan. But Mr. Ridewell [Trent's Daddy] and I feel badly that we've neglected your sex education all this while and it's time we did something about it. You and Trent are the two prettiest 11-year-old boys I've ever seen. And either you're both telling your Daddies stories about your supposed virginity or you're both missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime." Kellan stopped arguing for a moment and just sobbed. Chest heaving. Eyes red from tears. Daddy was a cruel beast!! He had scooped Kellan up after school that Friday afternoon without warning. Then, as they started driving, told Kellan that the boy and his best friend Trent were "deficient" in their most important studies. When Kellan innocently asked what that was, Daddy said, "Sex, of course. You two gorgeous sissyboys haven't even kissed yet, let alone sucked each other's pretty little cocks. Needless to say, neither of you has been with a man yet. It's a terrible waste of boyish beauty. For you and for the men of the world." Kellan had just stared at Daddy in horror! Kellan was only eleven! He didn't care about sex. He didn't even look at girls "that way" yet. Though he had noticed some creepy men looking at him "that way." What was Daddy planning to do? Daddy soon told Kellan. "We're going to a ritzy hotel, buddy. We'll meet Trent and Mr. Ridewell there in the adjoining rooms that we have for the weekend. You and Trent will take all your clothes off and we'll show you how much fun it is for pretty boys to kiss and hug when they're naked. You'll like it a lot. I promise. And you'll like the other things...educational things...the four of us will do this weekend even better. That was when Kellan had turned on the waterworks. Bitter, heaving tears at his Daddy's beastliness! Gay beastliness!! Daddy was like one of those creepy men who gave Kellan and Trent those looks! Worse! Daddy was FORCING Kellan to do gay things. But Kellan wouldn't. He just wouldn't. And neither would Trent. Kellan was sure of that. They'd both say no and that would be that. Which cheered Kellan up. A lot. "Just say no." Which worked really well in the War on Drugs. Right? So it was with steely resolve that Kellan followed his Daddy into the hotel and up to the rooms where Trent and Mr. Ridewell were awaiting them. The boy's eyes were red from the crying, but his will was strong as he and Daddy entered the room and saw the other man and boy. The sight of which started Kellan crying again. His poor best friend Trent was being abused by his own father. Just as Kellan was. In fact, Mr. Ridewell had already FORCED Trent to strip NAKED!! The sweet young beauty was standing there bare. Witnessing Kellan and Mr. Buggerbum's arrival. Kellan locked eyes with Trent. In solidarity. No sex things together. Ever. That was the imperative. But... Trent's eyes weren't red. He hadn't been crying. Which was good, because that meant that Trent had already decided on organized resistance with Kellan. Right? But... Trent's cock was stiff. Very stiff. And pointed at Kellan. And Trent was holding a pair of skimpy pink panties in one hand. As if he was about to put them on. Without resisting his Daddy's insane demands. Was Trent...? Did Trent want...? "See, Kellan?" Mr. Buggerbum said. "Trent has been cooperating with HIS Daddy. He knows that you boys need your education and he wants to be educated by you and with you. Right Trent?" Trent didn't acknowledge Mr. Buggerbum's question. He just looked at his best friend in what Kellan thought was the oddest way. "I've asked Trent to take all his clothes off, then put on a pair of panties for me, Kellan," Mr. Ridewell said. "My boy resisted at first, but he loves his Daddy and knows I love him. So he's cooperating." The way Benedict Arnold "cooperated," Kellan thought. Kellan looked into his friend's eyes for a flicker of resignation to the inevitable. Which, to Kellan, was far preferable to Trent being a co-conspirator to the two demented daddies. There it was. A flicker. Trent had tried to resist. Kellan was sure of it. But his father had probably spanked him viciously to FORCE him into docility. Of course, a vicious spanking would have engendered Trent's tears -- and reddened his perfectly pink bottom. And Trent's exposed bottom was a healthy, unsullied pink. But Kellan was building a web of fantasy to comfort himself. As we all do to some degree. Kellan's Daddy was eager to proceed. "Why don't you take your clothes off and get into these panties, Honey?" Daddy asked. "Sissyboys look so good in panties. Don't you want to look good for Trent? He's putting on pretty panties to look good for you." Lies, exaggerations and misrepresentations, Kellan postulated. Every word of it. Fathers didn't call their 11-year-old sons "Honey." Kellan was NOT a "sissyboy." Nor was Trent, Kellan thought. Trent was NOT dressing up in girl's panties to look good for Kellan. He was doing it to avoid brutal torture at the hands of an insane, beastly parent. Kellan decided to play along. At first. Then he and Trent would figure out a way to escape. But taking his clothes off...all of them...with those men in the room...and Trent already being naked. It was so humiliating. But not half as humiliating as the fact that Kellan was stiff "down there." Really stiff. Mortifyingly stiff. And taking his clothes off would reveal it to those two pod people who had taken over the bodies of Kellan and Trent's daddies. And to Trent, who was already stiff himself. "Let's go, Kellan," Mr. Ridewell said. "My son was obedient and cooperative. Why can't you be?" Hah. Because you threatened him with something. That was what you did to him. Still... Kellan, save more sobbing and bawling, was out of options. Blushing fiercely, the boy turned his back on the malicious men and blackmailed boy and took off his shirt. Naked from the waist up. Whimpering pathetically, he slid his pants down and off. Wearing only his underpants. Trembling with humiliation, fear and anger, Kellan slid his underpants down. Showing the other three in the room his pink, virginal, plump, deliciously shaped ass. Drawing a collective gasp from Mr. Buggerbum, Mr. Ridewell and Trent. Which, inexplicably made the poor boy's cock even stiffer. And made it twitch saucily. They like my bottom, the pervs, Kellan thought. Not realizing that Trent had gasped in appreciation as well. Kellan resolved to never turn around until his ridiculous, completely unintentional stiffie went down. Which was a dopey resolution because Mr. Buggerbum walked around his left side, panties in hand and said, "Here, Honey. Now put these... Oh my!" Kellan flushed crimson. Daddy saw his wooodie! Daddy probably thought that Kellan liked being naked with men watching him. Which was light years away from the truth. It was just a random, physical reaction. Which was happening to Kellan a lot lately. Especially, and randomly, when men gave him "those looks." Or when he was with Trent. Daddy was giving Kellan's penis the kind of look that he gave Mom whenever they told Kellan they were going to nap for a couple hours, then went into their bedroom and locked the door. Kellan never really thought too much about what went on in his parents' bedroom, but he knew it wasn't "napping." Too many strange noises during the "naps" and too many odd smells after. Was Daddy intending to "nap" with Kellan?!?!?!? That would be horrible! Kellan couldn't even look at Daddy when the man was leering at the poor boy's pretty, pink stiffie. So he looked down. And saw his penis looking at him. With one weeping eye. Why was it oozing all that fluid? And why did it look so, well, "angry?" Kellan was being humiliated and about to be gaily molested. His penis should have been drooping in the same terror that Kellan felt. Instead, the boy's traitorous penis was excited beyond measure. Leaving the boy dazed and confused. Kellan was snapped out of his bedazzlement by a pair of panties extended to him by the heartless monster formerly known as "Daddy." "Here, Honey. You'll feel better with these on. And you'll look terrific. Trent has his panties on already and he's beautiful. Kellan did NOT want to look beautiful for the two daddies! And he was beginning to question his best friend's heterosexuality. But putting something over his exposed "private parts," even if it was a pair of sissyish panties, was certainly better than being nude. Kellan took the panties, not even looking Daddy in the eye. The man moved around his son and stood behind him. Which Kellan appreciated. Until the boy leaned over to step into the pink, filmy, decadent pleasure-treasures. As he bent over, Kellan heard three distinct gasps. He was sure of it. One from each of the men and one from his former BFF, Trent. Kellan realized that in bending over, he had exposed his most intimate of intimate areas -- his wrinkled anus! Oh, please, he thought, please tell me I didn't "show pink." That would have been complete mortification! Though the truth was that he was not yet near complete mortification. He would arrive there soon enough. The men had gasped because Kellan's virginal asshole was the prettiest sight they had ever seen. The thought of shoving their cocks inside its hot, tight precincts was almost making them cream their pants. Trent was looking at it because he was wondering how he could compete that weekend with an ass that exquisite. Perhaps if he were a bit more "open" about things. Though Trent's panties were up and on, he stepped into the daddies' sightlines, facing away, then teasingly slid his panties down to just below the bottom of his plump bumcheeks. He then bent over and held the cheeks apart until...two gasps. There. All better. Trent pulled his panties back up waited for Kellan to "settle his pretties" into his panties. Mr. Buggerbum and Mr. Ridewell were feeling really good about the prospects of a great weekend. Kellan was thinking what a shame it was that they were on the 8th floor. If they were on the second floor, he was going out the window. Away from those three gay sex fiends. "Take a nice, long look at each other, boys," Mr. Ridewell said. "Doesn't Trent look pretty in his panties, Kellan?" Kellan refused to look. At first. Then he looked. And his cock twitched. It was true. Trent, naked except for a deliciously naughty pair of panties, was an arousing sight. Even for someone as fiercely heterosexual as Kellan. Even worse, Trent was doing something to Kellan as he stood there looking arousing. What was it? Flirting. That was it. Trent was moving this way and that. Teasingly. Giving Kellan sly looks. Batting his eyelashes at Kellan. Why was his friend doing that to him? Because his friend had been in love with Kellan since he could remember. Trent had always had major feelings for Kellan, but knew that Kellan wasn't ready. When Trent's Daddy had suggested that the fathers and sons spend an "educational" weekend at a ritzy hotel, Trent was thrilled. Trent's Daddy had been such an old stick-in-the-mud about having sex with his son. Aside from twice-daily "milkings" (to relieve the "pressure") and some occasional Daddy-son French kissing, they hadn't done anything! Maybe that would change that weekend, Trent hoped. At a minimum, Trent was dead sure that Mr. Buggerbum would be taking Trent's virginity that weekend and Trent's Daddy would be taking Kellan's. Kellan would "feel the pinch" when he was given the opportunity. Trent was sure of it. Trent was determined to help his friend relax and enjoy himself. "You look really pretty, Kellan," Trent said. "I think you're the prettiest boy in school." Flattery. It can be quite useful. Particularly when it's true. Kellan was a doll. Even dollier in panties. At the compliment Kellan stopped sobbing and futilely plotting his escape. Just for a moment. Was it true? Was Kellan pretty? Very pretty? Did he want to be pretty? As he pondered all that, Trent stepped forward and took Kellan into his arms. Hugging him full-body to full-body. Rubbing nipples to nipples. And tented panties to tented panties. A daring assault that could have been repelled by Kellan's disgust. But Kellan couldn't muster any disgust. It felt very good to be rubbing nearly nude bodies with Trent. He should be pushing Trent away, Kellan knew. But it felt so... Oh! Trent was kissing Kellan. With his whole mouth. Then his tongue. As they rubbed nipples and cocks. Trent was so pretty. Kellan had to admit that. And seeing Trent in those naughty panties was doing something filthy and unnatural to Kellan's usual reasoning mechanisms. Kellan began to understand vaguely that Trent was releasing all his pent-up need for Kellan. But gaily violating his friend in the process. Kellan was angry at himself for not pushing Trent away. Then punching his former best-friend-forever right in his gay nose! But the nipple-rubbing and the tongue-kissing were so disgustingly delicious. Kellan wanted to overcome his own DNA -- the instinct in every boy that compels the boy to empty his testicles with another boy when he's young and hormonal. But, like almost all of us, Kellan was a slave to his testicles. His testicles were saying, "Kiss him back, Kellan! Tongue Trent's tonsils. Reach into his panties and feel his pretty bottom as you rub stiffies through your panties." And a man, be he young or old, risks grave peril if he disobeys his testicles. Mr. Buggerbum and Mr. Ridewell watched the sodomistic scene in erectile delight. Two magnificent examples of the species sissyboyis americanus engaged in an erotic exchange of testicular fruits. The men had been 80% sure that Kellan would enjoy doing sex things with Trent. Now they were 100% sure. And were laying 50-1 that Kellan would be hosting his very own anal grand opening before that very afternoon was out. For his part, Kellan was wondering why he kept hearing all that gasping and moaning as he descended into the vile pit of sodomy. Then he realized that he was the gasper and moaner in question. Kellan's testicles were telling him that they were, for the very first time in the sweet boy's beautiful life, about to carry out their primary function. The twin spheres' message had become quite urgent in nature. And was being delivered to an innocent boy who didn't know that such bodily functions were possible. Thus, Kellan was imagining that the ripplings in his guts were signs of his imminent demise -- brought on as punishment for the sin of complicity in gayness. The truth was far more delightful. Kellan's sissyish scream of surprise and raw lust was muffled slightly by Trent's tongue excavation of Kellan's mouth. But everyone heard it. And knew what it meant. Except for Kellan. Something was shooting out of his penis. In thick globs. Not pee. Causing a completely different feeling from pee. A spectacular feeling. A feeling he wanted to go on forever. Kellan's panties were sopping wet. His body was spasming in fierce orgasm. And suddenly, Trent joined the spunk party. The boys held each other as Trent shuddered through his own orgasmic seizure. Soaking his own panties. And sealing his love for Kellan forever. Kellan wasn't about to admit to any such thing as love for Trent. But he sure did enjoy what just happened. Rationally, Kellan knew that the men who had drawn Kellan and Trent together for that lewd performance may indeed have been introducing them to something to which they needed to be introduced. But it was still gay. And gay was wrong. Right? Good fathers would have let Kellan and Trent rub up against girls, not boys, like that. With an equally super result. Right? All the daddies would have had to do would be to find two 11-year-old girls who were willing to strip to their panties and spend a weekend being fucked, vaginally and anally, by two of their male peers. And sucking their cocks whenever the boys "needed it." That was all. Even Kellan knew that wasn't bloody likely. So, Kellan wondered, what the heck just happened? And when can I do that again? Without the gayness this time. Why were Mr. Buggerbum and Mr. Ridewell smiling so stupidly at the boys? Who were still hugging, semi-nakedly. Rubbing their limp cocks together -- sopping panties to sopping panties. Trying to get the last quiver out of what must have been a spectacular orgasm. Kellan decided that the perverted padres were proud of themselves. Congratulating themselves for advancing the boy's education. Well, Kellan had to admit that it had all been very instructive. Much to think about. But it was time to go home. And go back to his normal life. Again, not bloody likely. "I'm so glad you liked that, my darlings," Mr. Ridewell said, using that "mushy talk" that Kellan had decided that he hated. "I agree," Mr. Buggerbum said. "It's an excellent first lesson for you to see the pleasures of loving, sissyboy kisses with your best friend. Let's get you fresh panties for lesson two." Kellan squeaked most unmanfully. Then said, "But Daddy, I don't want more lessons. I want to go home." "Nonsense, Honey," Daddy said. "You've learned about two percent of what you'll need to make your way through a happy life. We'll have you up to 80% by the end of this fine weekend. Now let's get those wet panties off you and move on shall we?" A rhetorical question. Daddy would not be deterred. The vicious brute walked over to the side of the room's king-sized bed, reached into his pocket and extracted a second, even girlier set of panties for his trembling son to wear. Kellan had no choice. He would have to drop his drawers and put those fresh dainties on. Not quite. "Come here, Sweetie," Daddy said. Oh no! Daddy was going to take Kellan's panties down!! Kellan couldn't stop him. So he obeyed the crazy person and stood before the man's feral gaze. Was Daddy going to FORCE himself on Kellan? Adding incest to the felony of homosexuality? No. Actually, Daddy was going to do exactly what he said he would do. Though Daddy was determined to enjoy it as much as he could. Daddy pulled Kellan's panties down one millimeter at a time. Delighting in the revelation of each pore. By the time Daddy had completely exposed Kellan's drooping, cum-drenched penis, Kellan feared he would expire from mortification. Until... "You're such a beautiful boy, Kellan," Daddy said. "I'm so proud to be your Daddy." Oh. For the first time since that sad mess had begun, Kellan looked his Daddy in the eyes. And saw deep, true love. Which is what every child wants from his parents. But was it parental love? Lust love? Or parental-lust love? Did it really matter? Kellan submitted to Daddy's full removal of panties. Standing full-frontal naked before his Daddy. A quick glance to his left showed that Trent was in the same position with Mr. Ridewell. The sweet innocent stood, fully exposed, before the vile monster. His entire pubic area, including his pink balls, covered with a sheen of sperm. Kellan trembled. Awaiting Daddy's next move. Why didn't Daddy just put the panties on and be done with it? Daddy addressed that issue. "I can't just put the dry panties on you, Baby. Your boy's cream is still all over your private parts. But I can clean that all up for you." "Boy's cream." So that was what it was called. Hmmm. Kellan could clean himself. He could just go get a washcloth and... Oh! Daddy was licking Kellan's penis!!! And his testicles! Which Kellan had to admit was quite pleasant. Though fiercely gay. Oh, dear. Daddy seemed to be enjoying doing that very much. Though not nearly was much as Kellan was enjoying himself. Omigosh!! It felt awesome! In an effort to attain full cleanliness, Daddy had taken Kellan's penis into his mouth! And was licking the pretty boy's most sensitive parts with his rude tongue! Kellan looked over at Trent and Mr. Ridewell was performing the same act of purification that Kellan's Daddy was doing. And Trent was enjoying it too. A lot. Was Daddy trying to make Kellan do that wonderful/disgustingly-homosexual thing again? That "boy's cream" thing? Kellan's cock was getting stiff again. Even though he was standing naked in front of his Daddy. With Daddy's mouth sucking his boyish pricklet. And his little peanuts were stirring...just as they had for Kellan right before he soaked the first panties. Daddy couldn't want Kellan to shoot that stuff into his mouth, could he? Wouldn't that be disgusting? Still, Daddy had licked up all of the first cream load. And obviously liked doing it. Oh. All that speculation was about to be moot, because Kellan was feeling those feelings and... Daddy stopped sucking. Why did Daddy stop sucking? "Is Trent hard?" Daddy asked Mr. Ridewell. "As rock," Mr. Ridewell said. "So is Kellan. OK, Honey. Let's get your panties on and you and Trent can finish what Mr. Ridewell and I started." What? How? Kellan felt cheated. He was all ready to do that thing, right in Daddy's mouth. That thing that felt so good. It was wrong, filthy and wrong, but Kellan could concern himself with that later. At the moment, his "little bag" ached and the boy needed "relief" very badly. What was that about Trent "finishing?" Oh! A very erect, very overheated Trent was approaching Kellan again. Panties tented ferociously. Looking as if he wanted to CONSUME the poor, sweet, innocent Kellan. Trent took Kellan into his arms again. Kissing him. Sliding his hand down the back of Kellan's panties. Feeling Kellan's pink globes so thrillingly as his tongue danced in Kellan's mouth. Fight, flight or surrender? Kellan surrendered. Trent steered Kellan to the bed, where the audience of two aroused men saw live theater worthy of a decade of Tony Awards. The boys kissed and groped until both sets of panties were dangling around an ankle. They were kissing and gasping and rubbing cocks so ardently that the men expected to see them spurt at any moment. But Trent remembered the "game plan" that Mr. Ridewell had shared with him before the arrival of Kellan and Mr. Buggerbum. "Let's shoot our cream in each other's mouths, Kellan." Kellan blushed crimson at the thought of doing such a raunchily gay thing...with witnesses, no less. The poor boy was trembling when Trent reversed position...taking Kellan's needy cock into his mouth as he presented his dripping peener to Kellan's mouth. Kellan didn't want to take Trent's cock into his mouth. Didn't want to be a cocksucker. But the boy was sucking Kellan's cock so nicely. And fair was fair. Proving yet again that if you get a boy steamed up enough, he'll do anything, Kellan took Trent's cock into his mouth. And licked it inexpertly with his tongue. Keeping his teeth out of the way. And he didn't die. In fact, he kind of liked listening to Trent's grunts of satisfaction as Kellan pleased his friend. It was all so much at once. The sucking as he was being sucked. Almost overload. Trent moved the needle to red by doing something Kellan could have never anticipated. As Trent licked all around Kellan's tender "arrowpoint," he slipped two fingers into Kellan's wrinkled bumhole!! Two things happened. Kellan screamed. Involuntarily. Kellan spunked. Involuntarily. Helplessly. Copiously. Flooding his friend's hungry mouth with the nectar it had craved for as long as Trent could remember. Oh!!! Despite himself, Kellan liked that a lot!! The simultaneous agony and ecstasy as he "unburdened" himself into the mouth of the boy who, until that day, he had "loved" only as a friend. Was that other kind of love possible with members of Kellan's own gender? Such deep ruminations had to be tabled, since, it seemed, Trent was directing his own burdens into Kellan's warm, wet mouth. Oh dear! So much sticky cream! Kellan's first reflex was to swallow it all, but that proved futile. So he swallowed what he could and let the rest ooze from his pretty mouth. When Trent had spasmed his last spasm, Kellan withdrew his mouth from his friend's cock and lay on his back. Lovely mouth and chin pasted with spunk. Tiny penis limp and drooling the drool of a killer cum in his friend's mouth. Trent lay next to Kellan. Similarly spent and cum-laden. The boys looked at their fathers. Who were gazing upon that magnificent tableau and looked as if they were about to pass out from lust. Then the boys looked at each other. Perhaps Kellan had been mistaken about a thing or two. Perhaps "doing things" with Trent wasn't as icky as he had imagined. In fact, perhaps it was something that he REALLY wanted to do. Now and forever. Kellan couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed his friend. With lots of tongue. Exchanging sperm as they consumed each other's souls. The daddies were quite pleased, though not surprised, at events thus far. With one notable exception. Their balls ached painfully with excited unfulfilment. A situation they needed to correct immediately or die from TB (terminal blueballsness). Mr. Buggerbum and Mr. Ridewell let the boys kiss it out until they were both stiff again -- the best time to make a lewd proposal. Then Mr. Buggerbum said to Trent, "I know that you and Kellan are in love, Trent, and your Daddy and I want you both to have lots of opportunity to express that love this weekend. But as you can see, your Daddy and I are in a very painful condition." Trent and Kellan looked at the men. They had both dropped and stepped out of their trousers and boxers. Their cocks were outrageously stiff, with fat knobs purple with lustful need. Kellan gasped. The men's cocks looked so angry! And angry cocks had no conscience. What were they planning to do with those angry cocks? Kellan's Daddy continued talking to Trent. Giving a big clue. "Perhaps, if it's all right with the both of you, I could take you into the adjoining bedroom and Kellan could stay here with your Daddy. And you could ease our pain a little before you and Kellan get back together. Plus, being with a rampant, randy man would be a great opportunity to continue your sex education." Wait. Daddy was proposing that Kellan be alone with Mr. Ridewell? And Mr. Ridewell's cock? Which seemed to be at least a foot and a half long and would split poor Kellan in two if he tried to stick it into him!! Kellan knew that men wanted to stick their cocks into boys' bums. He wasn't a totally unsexeducated ninny. But he wanted no part of that two-foot-long monstrosity of Mr. Ridewell! [Actually, Mr. Ridewell's equipment was 7.86 inches, with a fat knob and relatively thin shaft, but it looked way bigger to Kellan.) Kellan's Daddy's cock was even bigger, yet Trent had sprung up (both cock and body) at the invitation to debauchery. Kellan's friend was hugging Kellan's Daddy and rubbing the fat Daddy cock as if he wanted Mr. Buggerbum to sodomize him without even waiting to go next door. Man and boy departed without even a farewell to Kellan. Who found himself alone with Mr. Ridewell. And the man's estra-extra-large "best friend." What to do? Mr. Ridewell gave Kellan options. "I'm not going to force myself on you, Honey. Though I'd REALLY love to make love to you. I know you and I would have a great time doing it. I know that you've enjoyed doing everything you've done so far. And I know that Trent and your Daddy will be doing things that he'll tell you about whether you want to hear about them or not. If you want, we could just sit on opposite sides of the room and watch TV. Or, we could continue your sex education. Looking at your penis, I'd say you want the latter." Kellan blushed. What a little slut he was becoming. He couldn't deny what his penis was saying. The penis always tells the truth. It was true that everything so far had been awesome. It was true that both men needed relief. And looking at the men made Kellan need relief. And it was especially true that Kellan didn't want to hear Trent talking later on about cumming his guts out with Kellan's Daddy while all Kellan could talk about would be what was on TV. Kellan decided. He got off the bed, walked across the room and sat on Mr. Ridewell's naked lap. OK then. Kellan surrendered to his first man. Hot kisses led to the man stripping naked and carrying Kellan to the bed. Where they kissed nakedly and fondled each other's pretties for quite a while. Kellan was amazed at how big and hot and hard Mr. Ridewell's prick was! So much bigger than his own. With thick veins all over it. Hood skinned back to reveal a knob in great need. Kellan moved closer to inspect the wondrous object. And following an impulse he could scarcely understand, he kissed Mr. Ridewell's cockhead. Drawing a deep moan from the man. And giving Kellan the first real sense of power he had ever felt. In a flash of insight, Kellan saw his life as a sissyboy. Giving himself to men, but controlling them as well. It was the essential lesson of a sissyboy's education. Men want you. Men need you. Therefore, you are in charge. Kellan decided to be benevolent to Mr. Ridewell. Whose life clearly hung in the balance if his blueballs situation wasn't remedied soon. The boy took the man's cockhead into his little mouth and gave it the cocklicking that men only dream of. His tongue danced in the man's peehole. Kellan's fairylike fingers caressed the man's fat balls as he licked the man's "arrowpoint." Man was not designed to withstand such an assault. Mr. Ridewell exploded into Kellan's mouth. Overpowering the boy's capability to swallow. And making him wonder if this was what drowning felt like. The man was unintentionally "cumboarding" the boy. But Kellan recovered quickly. Swallowing about 30% of the load. Remarking how different a man's cream tasted from a boy's cream. The other 70% drenched the boy's face, hair, neck, and chest. Which was most untidy. But Kellan hardly noticed because Kellan's man had flipped the boy onto his stomach and was eating out the boy's asshole most deliciously. Oh! That was nice! Better than having his cock sucked. So much DIRTIER!! Did all men do that for their sissyboys? Kellan resolved to find out. It only took nine minutes of that for Kellan to pour out his third tribute to Eros. Dampening sheets that would suffer many more indignities that fine weekend. And leaving Kellan quite open to further anal suggestion. Which began with Mr. Ridewell's Spermbutt-Anal-Lubricant-laced fingers showing Kellan exactly where his prostate was. Teaching the boy the essentials of what erotic agony was -- oozing out a fourth orgasm from a cock too exhausted to erect as a cruel monster tortured an intimate place. Kellan was too weak to resist when Mr. Ridewell stuck his cock into his tormented bumhole. Or so he told himself. In reality, the boy had decided to allow Mr. Ridewell and even [double-blush] Daddy any and all "liberties" that weekend. Mr. Ridewell moaned out his love for Kellan as he emptied his balls into the boy's beautiful ass. Kellan was grateful that his loving Daddy, loving friend and loving friend's loving Daddy cared enough about Kellan to educate him properly. Politicians have long told us that education is the nation's number one priority. And no child's behind must be left behind. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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