Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 10:44:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Sex Education 3 (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Sex Education 3 (gay, adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer "Take a seat, boys. That's it. There's plenty of seating for each of you on the five two-cushion couches around the bed. There you go." As usual, Mr. Driller was taking charge with his nine "sissyboy sex education" students. Goodness knows, the little creampuffs needed a firm hand. Nine prettier (and more disoriented) 11-year-old boys couldn't be found on Planet Earth. One week earlier, as the boys began sixth grade at Glazeface Middle School, the boys had been informed that each schoolday, during the last period of instruction, they would be attending a special class put together for their specific needs. Sissyboy sex education! Not a one of the young beauties thought of himself as a sissyboy. Only three of them had even known what a sissyboy was. But psychological testing conducted in the fifth grade, plus a visual examination of their vast beauty, convinced the Glazeface principal, Mr. Arschfick, that the boys were destined for a life of sissyboy sexual bliss. So why not educate them properly about sissyboy sex? Give them skills for success in the real world. Wasn't that what schools were supposed to do? Mr. Driller, a math teacher by trade, had taken on the additional duty of sissyboy sex education teacher five years earlier. And had benefited in ways that most of us would consider enormous. There were some early bumps in curriculum development. Even some dropouts in the first two years. But all that was behind Mr. Driller now. He knew how to make a sissyboy. And sissyboys knew how to be grateful. During the first week of class, Mr. Driller had gone slowly with his students. Showing them smart board pictures of the penis, testicles and prostate. Hinting at the pleasures of raw sex. But all theory. Until the first Friday. Mr. Driller had introduced the sissyboys to panties that Friday. Telling them, "You'll love them." And he was right. Though there was a great deal of shyness and humiliation infecting the classroom air until he managed to get them all naked and then into their first panties. What a visual treat that had been. Pure, sweet, eye candy. Humiliated, yet aroused boys displaying all their pink parts as they hastened to cover their nakedness with a garment that made them look even more "available" than being naked made them look. Mr. Driller observed five "full stands" and four "half stands" among the boys' sweet penises that day, which was essentially how the group was shaping up. Five of the lads seemed to be eager to get on with the program. Four, especially the two prettiest in the bunch, Penn Munchcock and Colt Chinspunk, seemed to be the most frightened of the nine. Pity. But that would all change soon enough. Tommy Balldairy, who seemed to be the randiest among the bevy of beauties, was the first to "make creamies" in class. The sweet doll cried out most sissily as the shameful excitement of wearing panties publicly seized his imagination and exploded his peanuts. Two of the other fully erected lads followed soon after. Which led to nervous giggling among seven of the boys. And a further retreat into fear of homosexualtyness by Penn and Colt. It had been a tortured weekend for Penn and Colt, who wanted to tell their parents about the odd goings-on at Glazeface Middle School, but were afraid to even mention that someone, anyone, had labeled them as sissyboys. Penn and Colt hung together at lunch that following Monday. Pondering their fates. Wondering what Mr. Driller would do to the class that week. Would there be more panty-wearing? More nakedness? Other gay perversions? Let's hope so. Mr. Driller gathered the class that Monday, and immediately had them put on panties. "No more boy undies for you while you're at Glazeface," he directed. So the boys dropped their drawers. Revealing that three of the boys, including Tommy Balldairy, were already wearing panties. Progress, Mr. Driller thought. Brownnosers, Penn and Colt thought. Perverts too. But Penn and Colt dutifully accepted and put on the offered panties, then followed the class through a door to a place that Mr. Driller said was "the Sex-Education Lab." Which was really only a big bed, surrounded by five two-seater couches. The nine lovelies each took a seat, Penn next to Colt, and listened to their teacher. "Boys," Mr. Driller said, "today, I'm going to show you the future. Your future. Let me introduce you to a boy who, one year ago, was sitting where you are. Unsure of himself and what he wanted. Today, as a Glazeface Middle School, 12-year-old, sissyboy seventh-grader, Holden Nutcream is a confident, skilled, beautiful, amazingly happy sissyboy. Holden..." A dazzlingly beautiful, panty-clad boy appeared from a back door. Sweeping his way into the room to the collective gasp of nine novice sissyboys. Holden was a Force of Nature. His sexuality permeated the room. You could almost taste it. His smile had to have been regulated by the Atomic Energy Commission. His panties were tented provocatively and his voice, his sweet voice, when he thanked Mr. Driller for inviting him, made even Penn and Colt achieve full wood. "Holden and I are going to show you what you'll be able to do when we're done educating you. It won't take a full year. You can start enjoying aspects of what you see today very soon. But this demonstration should make you happy that you were selected for this program. So everyone get comfortable, while I get ready." The second gasp of the day among the nine! Mr. Driller was removing ALL of his clothing! Showing the nine potential sissyboys his buff, hairy, big-cocked body! And he was completely unselfconscious about it. As was Holden, who had removed his panties and had joined his former teacher in full, glorious nudity. "All right, Holden," Mr. Driller said. "Show us how you kiss a man when you want him to fuck you." Yep. That was what Mr. Driller said. As you might imagine, the nine novices reacted as if a grenade had just exploded in the "lab." Shocked moans, gasps and squeals were emitted all around. Even by the relatively randy Tommy. It was stunning! "Show us how you kiss a man when you want him to fuck you." !?!?!?!? Holden was going to kiss Mr. Driller, which was shocking enough to the boys, who couldn't imagine that their teacher would ever TOUCH them, let alone KISS them while in a "please fuck me now" mode. And [gasp] had Holden learned, right in that class how to seduce a man? How to get a man into such a state that he would break the law and all of society's taboos? And [blush] [gasp] [moan] FUCK an underage boy? Was that what their "education" was all about? And were they about to see that disgusting disgustingness right then. Right there? Yes and double-yes. Penn and Colt were trembling so badly that they were afraid they would soil their panties with other than boy's cream as Holden consumed Mr. Driller with a multitude of kisses permeated with raw heat and blind hunger. Tongues dueled as naked man and naked boy found the bed and, pawing and moaning and kissing and rubbing, they melded their lust. Penn watched in horrified, horrific horror as Mr. Driller kissed his way south on Holden's writhing body. Penn's eyes were moist with tears of fear as the bad teacher licked and sucked each of Holden's puffy nipples, making the 12-year-old sex angel cry out and shoot his spunk in thick, creamy arcs! Just from that! The nine innocent sex students had been taught the theory of orgasm and some had experienced it at the panty "fashion show," but seeing the overheated Holden "express himself" in that manner was almost fatally exciting/disgusting. Oh no! The man was licking up every drop of the boy's creamy spendings -- right off of Holden's tummy and chest (Ick!!!!!!!). And when he had policed up all of that stray tummy sperm, Mr. Driller was [gasp] licking the nut honey from Holden's pink ball sack! It was all true! Those two crazed animals were going to FUCK! Right in front of nine innocent (to varying degrees) young boys. Nothing was taboo to the lust-crazed couple. After Mr. Driller finished bathing Holden's wrinkled bag with his tongue, he was sucking the boy's 4.18-inch pricklet!!! Making the boy whimper and squeak and then, with a fierce shove of his hips in the direction of his perverted, statutory rapist, a loud squeal of ecstatic agony as Holden shot a second load of boy's cream into his man's eager mouth. By all that was decent, that should have ended things. But Mr. Driller's perversity was relentless. He turned the boy, who had clearly been weakened from the "abuse," onto his stomach and was (and I'm not making this up) LICKING OUT HOLDEN'S ASSHOLE!!!!! Which made sense in a filthy, disgusting way in that the asshole must be wet before one enters it (last Wednesday's lesson covered that -- in theory). How could a man like Mr. Driller degrade himself like that? How could a boy as pretty as Holden allow such an abomination? And why was Penn so stiff in his panties that blood had almost ceased to flow to his brain. Through a haze of disgusted wonder, Penn watched as Mr. Driller opened and lubed the boy's bottomhole with two fingers doused in something called "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant" (last Thursday's lesson), then rubbed a goodly amount of it all over his own almost painfully stiff cock. He was going to fuck the boy with that monster! Penn couldn't look. He would just grab Colt, who was sharing the two-seater couch with Penn and run out of the room. Except... Colt wasn't there anymore. Sitting next to Penn was Mr. Arschfick, the school principal. Who was probably there to gather information for Mr. Driller's arrest, incarceration, beheading, termination and disteacherment. Which would serve Mr. Driller right! Except... Mr. Arschfick didn't look angry at Mr. Driller. In fact, he was watching the scene on the bed with what appeared to be great interest, if the huge lump in his trousers meant what Penn thought it meant. That was bad enough, but where was Colt? Penn's BFF had deserted him in his hour of greatest need and was sharing a "love seat" with, of all people, Tommy Balldairy -- the randiest boy in the class. Were they [sob] kissing?!?!?!? They were! And touching each other through their panties. Wait. No. Both their panties were down to mid-thigh and the boys were skinning each other's little knobs most deliciously as they tongue-kissed. Things couldn't get any worse for Penn that day. And then they did. Mr. Arschfick laid his hand onto Penn's thigh just as Mr. Driller shoved his entire, sex-truncheon into Holden's miniscule opening. Causing Holden to scream in lust and Penn to scream in fear of unwanted homoness. In most situations, when a man places an unwanted hand on a boy's thigh, causing the boy to scream in fright/surprise/disgust/distress/in lieu of a 9-1-1 call to the police, the man would remove the hand and flee the scene. Not at Glazeface Middle School. And not Mr. Arschfick. The shy, pretty ones are always the most fun to seduce, Mr. Arschfick thought. But whether they admit it to themselves or not, the "Monday Demonstration," a key curriculum component, always steams up the sissyboys. Even the Penn Munchcocks of the world. His pretty friend, Colt Chinspunk was in the swing of things already, kissing and feeling up that Tommy Balldairy. Penn's scream didn't move Mr. Arschfick's hand one smidge. Or cause one of the other people in the room to stop their heated activities engendered by the Monday Demonstration. Should he scream again? What good would that do? Should he ask Mr. Arschfick to remove his hand? Somehow, Penn knew that Mr. Arschfick would honor that request immediately. So why wasn't Penn making that request? The room was just so heavy with sex. Penn's previously dormant libido was alive and demanding nourishment. And, truth be told, after the initial surprise, Penn didn't mind Mr. Arschfick's hand on his thigh. It felt pretty good. Plus, Mr. Arschfick was a nice man. Not bad looking either. And, as Glazeface's principal, he was a powerful man. Good-looking, powerful man. Strong, hairy hand on boy's thigh. Boy steamed up from a sex show that could have broken Broadway records. Oh. Mr. Arschfick's hand had moved up and was resting on Penn's private parts! Feeling Penn's shameful stiffie through the boy's panties, with his strong, good-looking/powerful fingers. Oh. Penn wanted to say "NO!" and actually opened his mouth with half an intention to do so, but then... The man covered Penn's open mouth with his own. And stuck his wet tongue into the boy's mouth. While rubbing the boy's pantied cock and balls. Penn cried out again. That time it was to punctuate the very first orgasm of his beautiful life. Delighting Mr. Arschfick. Delighting Penn even more. What was the number of that Galactic Cruiser that just death-starred his guts? But good feelings pass. Even balls-stunning feelings. And guilt and shame can step in quickly. What had Penn done?!?! He had just surrendered to a man!! Surrendered his virtue for the sake of a few cheap, tawdry moments of debilitating ecstasy. Which sounds like a pretty fair deal to most of us. But not to Penn. He was horrifyingly disgusted. With himself. With Mr. Arschfick. And with his friend Colt, who Penn could see was standing in front of the kneeling Tommmy Balldairy, who was actually [gasp] SUCKING Colt's cock!!! Had everyone gone crazy just from watching Mr. Driller and Holden "doing it?" Mr. Arschfick didn't think anything crazy was going on. He had just made Penn Munchcock, Glazeface Middle School's prettiest sixth-grader, drench his panties. The boy's mind may have been resisting the sissyboy-sex-education class's message of sweet boy-love freely available, but Penn's testicles hadn't resisted. Still, the shy ones always fight it. They hold back. Think they're somehow better than the boys who surrender to their instincts. Surrender instead to those arch-villains Mr. Shame and Mr. Guilt. Not this boy. Not on Mr. Arschfick's watch. "It's OK, Sweetie," the man said as he pulled the boy to his arms. "It's just boys doing what boys do. You're getting older now and having new feelings. The feelings make your body do things. You just did a big thing and it felt really good, right?" Penn trembled with fear in the crazy man's arms. He was a monstrous beast! But he was right. It had felt really good. But that was no excuse for... "Let's just clean up this mess and set you right again. OK? Here, just stand up and I'll clean you up and put fresh panties on you. Then you'll be good as new." Good as new sounded good to the wary Penn. So he stood up. And watched the man's disgusting delight as he eased Penn's panties down over his semi-hard peener. Exposing all of Penn's considerable charms to the half-man, half-wolf Mr. Arschfick. On the bed, the young and beautiful Holden was paying little attention to the five little dramas unfolding in the five loveseats. He was intent on his own building orgasm as Mr. Driller drilled his bottomhole. Oh how he loved being fucked by Mr. Driller, his first and still most ardent lover. Had it been only a year since he had sat on one of those love seats and watched Mr. Driller fuck Dylan Prickinmouth as eighteen pretty eyes watched in terrified lust? So much had happened in that year. So many men had sought the comfort of Holden's boyish arms. And the delights of his boyish ass. So many indecent proposals -- most of which Holden had eagerly accepted -- and eleven marriage proposals -- none of which the boy had accepted. Yet. The sweet angel had promised himself that he wouldn't even consider being a man's sissyboy wife until he was at least thirteen and a half. He had wild oats to harvest, after all, before he settled down. Settling down was out of the question as Mr. Driller's fat cock polished his prostate with hard, rhythmic, insistent strokes. Oh, how the sweet, lovely boy adored giving himself over to a man's hot lust. He could hardly remember what it had been like before he became an object of adoration. Those boys watching would soon learn what it was like to... Oh! That was it. The last, most insistent pang that foreshadowed intestinal Krakatoa. While Holden's prostate-centric orgasm couldn't shoot pumice and lava and create black smoke 17 miles high as the original did in 1883, you couldn't prove it by the feelings throughout the sweet sissyboy's magnificent body. Holden squealed and squirted lustily as the relentless Mr. Driller gave the boy's ass a hard seeing-to. On Mr. Driller's part, fucking Holden in front of his next nine "victims" was exceptionally thrilling. It was the rare boy who, having witnessed a good, stiff, sissyboy fucking, didn't want such a fucking for his very own. In the coming (and cumming) weeks, Mr. Driller was certain that he would be enjoying the carnal favors of all nine of them. Even that terrified little beauty Penn Munchcock and his best friend Colt Chinspunk. Though the man was 95% involved in the pursuit of his own imminent orgasm, he was able to discern that young Tommy Balldairy (a bumfucking waiting to happen, Mr. Driller reckoned) was on his knees attempting to swallow the standing Colt's creamy discharge and the lovely Penn's panties were down and off and the lovely lad was sitting on the lap of Mr. Driller's boss, Mr. Arschfick, who was sweetly skinning the boy's knob as he tongue-kissed him deeply. Ah, the power of the Monday demonstration! Penn knew that sitting naked on a man's lap -- even your school principal's lap -- was gaily wrong. But what the man was doing to Penn's penis again felt so GOOD! So how could it be wrong? The kissing part was ultra-gay too, but a quick glance around the room showed Penn that all the other boys were engaged in some sort of kissing or cocksucking. And all their panties were down or off. So if everyone was jumping off a cliff, why shouldn't Penn? Peer pressure is a big deal when you're eleven. Penn had to admit that kissing was way cooler with a man than he had ever thought it would be. Though maybe if Mr. Arschfick hadn't been making Penn's penis feel so good when he kissed him, it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. Penn had always told her son that pride was one of the deadly sins, so he was a little uncomfortable about gloating over the fact that of all nine sissyboys in his sex-education class, Penn was the only one who was doing that day's "practical exercise" with a man. The principal, no less. But he was proud that he was special that day. And Mom had never said that sitting naked on a man's lap while he masturbated you and tongue-kissed you was a deadly sin, so maybe it was OK. It sure felt OK. Really OK. As Mr. Arschfick increased his ardor, Penn felt another really strong stirring in his wrinkled bag of peanuts. Penn was losing control! Again! He felt helpless as the man poured adoration all over him. It made him tremble. Sensing the boy's proximity to an orgasm, Mr. Arschfick had Penn stand and face him. No way was he spilling a drop of Penn's second seed. The boy was confused. Why was he standing and why had Mr. Arschfick stopped kissing and molesting him? Oh! The naughty man had taken Penn's stiff boypole into his mouth and was licking it quite deliciously. That was nice! Really nice! Way nicer than what he had been doing with his hand. Oh! Another sharp pang in Penn's gut. Something big was happening. Almost there. Wait!!!!! What was that? Had Mr. Arschfick...? He did. As the randy principal licked and sucked Penn's sore cock, the man was rubbing the pad of his right middle finger along Penn's wrinkled asshole! The boy's most private part! Which was so wrong! And Penn was about to tell Mr. Arschfick that, but then two things happened. Two big things. Mr. Arschfick slid his finger INTO Penn's bumhole!! Into!!! And Penn began to ejaculate helplessly into the man's mouth! Squealing quite girlishly as he did so. Which would normally have made him the butt of many a joke among his classmates, had not each of them squealed most unmanfully before that glorious afternoon had ended. Oh the shameful, sinful joy as Penn shuddered through his climax! Oh the tasty joy as Mr. Arschfick swallowed it down while rubbing the boy's prostate so skillfully that it brought tears to Penn's eyes. Then a third erection to his cock. Followed by a third, heaving creamfest into Mr. Arschfick's mouth. Which pretty much left Penn for dead. Until Mr. Guilt made his appearance. Oddly, Mr. Guilt didn't berate the boy for being a homosexual, tarty, immoral little sissyboy. No. Mr. Guilt scolded Penn for taking three marvelous gifts and giving none in return. At last, it seems, Mr. Guilt is working for our side. So, rising from the grave, Penn proposed that he thank Mr. Arschfick properly -- an offer that the man cheerfully and gratefully accepted. "On your knees, Sweetheart," the man directed. "It's how a sissyboy serves his man." Good advice. Accepted by Penn. Even the part about Penn being a sissyboy. Which it appeared he was, since his mouth watered when the man dropped his pants and showed Penn his fat cock. It was a whopper! Far more than Penn could get into his mouth, the boy surmised. He surmised incorrectly. With some patience and a lot of determination, Penn did an excellent job with his first blowjob. Instinct (and Mr. Arschfick) guided Penn through the no-teeth-more-tongue-and-saliva-please stage. Hairy ballsack-cuddling was Penn's idea alone. A nice touch with very nice touching. The force and volume of the man's creamshoot startled Penn. And glazed his face, neck, chest and tummy. But he didn't mind. Penn's sissyboy sex education had begun. Why not write your local school board today and have sissyboy sex education added to their curriculum? I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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