Date: Tue, 10 May 2022 13:03:12 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Special Education (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Special Education (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is get vaccinated and donate to nifty. One -- Normal vs. Not-quite normal Ten-years-and-four-months-old Colin Sweetbum stopped shaking and settled into his seat at his last class of the elementary-school day. Since turning ten and three a month before school started for the year, young Colin had worried feverishly that he would be caught up in the ridiculous, immoral, unnatural, wicked, hell-ensuring, selfish hedonism of the post-Twenty-Ninth-Amendment United States. Colin was a good boy. A virtuous boy. A chaste boy who would NEVER consent to sex of any type, form or genre with a man or boy. Even though that constitutional amendment had lowered the age of male consent to ten years and three months. Colin hardly recognized his country. Men were dating boys openly! Kissing boys in public. Sliding their sinful hands up the openings in the boys' tiny shorts and molesting their private parts! In some states, including Colin's own, fathers were "dating" their sons!! Even [horror of horrors] MARRYING their own sons!!! Whisking the boys off to honeymoons where, Colin strongly suspected, more than kissing was taking place. Yuck!! It became more than a spectator situation for Colin when, moments after he had turned ten and three, men had begun introducing themselves to Colin. Buying him ice cream. Asking for a kiss. Or a date! Double yuck! Poor Colin would have been inconsolable except for four favorable situations. First, Daddy was Colin's rock. He would accompany Colin anywhere the boy needed to go. Daddy was a big man. Daddy would defend Colin. Suitors would be kept away. Second, school was mostly a safe place. Principal Boyfan kept sex out of the students' school day as much it was possible in that libertine age. With one rather large exception. The exception was what worried Colin that first day of fifth grade. But it appeared that Colin would be able to avoid the impact of that strange "educational" anomaly. You see, the state required that boys ten and three or older be given sex education during the last period of each school day. The so-called "mainstream" curriculum was notorious for teaching consenting boys what they would be consenting to. With lots of hands-on exercises. During the summer, Colin had quivered with fear that he would be FORCED into that mainstream class and, though he would not have to perform vile acts, he would witness perversions that would rob him of his sleep for years to come. Daddy had assured Colin that non-consenters would be assigned to a "special education" class where they would be taught from the traditional curriculum -- the seven or so secreting glands, nocturnal emissions, the value of chastity. That sort of thing. Third, as Colin looked around the classroom, he could see that about half of his male classmates had chosen heterosexual chastity over homosexual homosexuality. Whew! He wouldn't be alone in his heroic resistance. Thank goodness for that! The fourth reason wasn't entirely positive. Colin had two BFFs since kindergarten: Richie and Francis. Richie was solid. Fully, manfully straight. Fiercely heterosexual. Normal. Attracted to girls. Sensible. Francis had been seduced by the Dark Side. Francis was the oldest of the three, having turned ten and three two weeks before Colin and four weeks before Richie. Since Francis's ten and three day, Colin had hardly seen Francis. The boy, it seems, had consented to being whisked off by his Daddy to a BB&B (bed, breakfast and boy) some two hours from their town. Where it was possible, perhaps plausible that they had committed numerous degrading acts of sodomistic sin. Francis had been eager to tell Colin and Richie all about his two weeks with his Daddy, but Colin had been too offput to listen. Colin was sure that Richie would spurn listening to a retelling as well. Wouldn't he? So Richie, now Colin's new and only BFF was there for Colin's full support during the imminent moral challenges ahead. One month earlier, on the eve of Colin's ten and three day, the boy and his Daddy had had "The Talk." The one that all fathers were legally obligated to give their sons before they reached the modern Age of Consent. Colin dreaded it. Just the subject of a naked man touching naked Colin's "boy's parts" made Colin very upset. And, even worse, it usually made his penis semi-stiff. OK. Very stiff. Which was awful, because it was completely 180 from what Colin thought about gayness. The young beauty was on record saying that Colin Sweetbum's penis did NOT speak for Colin Sweetbum. Daddy handled The Talk very well. Except when he held Colin on his lap to make an intimate conversation even more intimate. And yes, before you ask, Daddy's penis was stiff too. Colin could feel it rubbing against his hip the whole time they were talking. Colin figured that it was because Daddy was thinking about the last time he and Mommy had had real sex. Heterosexual sex. Intended for procreation. Pure sex. The good kind. Anyway, Daddy told Colin that he was probably the most beautiful ten-year-old boy on the planet and, as such, his next years would be littered with landmines. Men who would want to POSSESS Colin! To undress Colin until the boy was completely NAKED and kiss him all over. To kiss him and lick his nipples. To take Colin's penis into their manly mouths and kiss, lick and suck it until something amazing happened to Colin. But that amazing thing shouldn't happen to Colin until he was married. A decade or so in the future. Daddy must have described a lot more about things that men would want to do for Colin's alleged pleasure and, of course, their own pleasure, but Colin couldn't concentrate. He kept wondering what that "amazingness" was and why other boys were willing to debase themselves to get it. It was also hard to concentrate because Colin hadn't been this physically close to Daddy since Colin had begun taking his own baths four years earlier. He liked being close to Daddy. Daddy was so strong. And warm. And Daddyish. Despite his initial misgivings, Colin enjoyed The Talk. His brain kicked in again just in time to hear Daddy say, "So that's it. Do you have any questions, Honey?" That was odd. Daddy never called Colin "Honey." Colin said, "No thank you, Daddy. That was very helpful." Daddy wasn't expecting that neutral response. Daddy went on. "So tomorrow, when you leave the house to play with your friends, will you be wearing panties and that `Molest Me, Mister' outfit that Mom and I had to get for you, just in case you wanted to be a sissyboy and let men and older boys grope you? Or do you choose to avoid even a whiff of homosexuality? It's your choice." Daddy only waited a microsecond for his answer. "Oh, Daddy! I will never want to be one of those awful sissyboys. Holding hands with men and older boys. Kissing them. Letting them do sex things to me." Daddy was perhaps 90 percent sure that Colin would say that, but there was always hope. Leaving the door cracked, Daddy said, "OK. Your decision is your decision. But if you ever change your mind and just want to explore that side, you can. And if you do explore and don't like it, you can always jump back." The only jumping Colin was planning was to jump out of the way of men eager to invade his chastity. Colin gave Daddy a big hug, thanked him, went into the kitchen to hug his Mom, and went to bed. Leaving Daddy with an unfulfilled stiffie that he was still hopeful would someday soon enter the tight, warm sheath that he had long dreamed of entering. Perhaps it would. Two -- Colin's BFF - Francis Francis Openbum was a bit of a "mole." John LeCarre popularized the term with his George Smiley novels [a good read by the way. There are books that one must not caress one's penis to read. Or so I'm told]. A mole is a non-believer and usually a spy deep within an organization. You see, Francis knew he was gay pretty much all of his life. The lovely lad claims that he knew when Daddy rubbed lotion on his peepee after diapering that he wanted men touching his privates. That may be an exaggeration, but the boy did like boys. And definitely men. Francis would have revealed his gay side early on, but for his crush on his BFFs, Colin and Richie. Colin and Richie were not only the prettiest boys in school, they were the most vocal in their rejection of the joys of sodomy. So Francis played along. Hoping by their ten and three days, his friends would feel so much cultural pressure, they would jump on the gay wagon. The fact that it didn't happen instantaneously didn't faze Francis. He knew that all the armies and all the kings in the world are powerless against an idea whose time has come. Colin and Richie would capitulate. Francis was sure of it. To prepare himself for his ten-and-three day, Francis had read a large swath of gay, adult-youth stories in the nifty archive, especially those by Beautiful Creamer. The man was scorned during his lifetime as an unbeautiful dreamer, imagining a world where man-boy sex magazines were sold at supermarket checkouts, men and boys could legally fuck their nuts off, neighborhood sissyboy spunk parties were ubiquitous and men and boys could marry, honeymoon and live in condos populated by similar couples. Of course, he has since been honored as a visionary and there is strong talk of adding him to Mount Rushmore. Young Francis was quite the beauty himself and had little difficulty seducing many of his school's third and fourth graders. All on the QT, of course, lest his BFFs discover his closetosity. Well, Francis and his Daddy had had The Talk a full week before ten-and-three day. And theirs was quite different from Colin's. Daddy began, "Francis, we need to talk about choices you'll need to make next week when you turn ten and three. You'll..." "I think I know what I'll choose, Daddy." Daddy was startled. "You do?" "Oh yes, Daddy. I want to be a submissive, pleasing, cock-hungry, delicious sissyboy for nice men. Especially for you, Daddy." Daddy was startled. He had seen the three hetero amigos being all heteroistic all the time. He thought Francis would... "I know we can't do anything right now, Daddy. I don't want you to go to prison. But let me show you what you'll be getting in a week." And the pretty boy began to strip off his clothes. All of his clothes. While Daddy wondered what a responsible parent should be doing. You, know. Responsible. Parent. Too late. Francis was naked. Gloriously naked. Oh my! Francis was spectacular! Soft and creamy all over. A stunningly gorgeous "package." Four sweet inches of penis. Two pretty little wrinklyjigglers! And then Francis turned. Showing Daddy an ass one would want for every Sunday dinner. Oh no! Francis was spreading his cheeks! Showing... Showing... Poor Daddy. He spunked his pants. Which made Francis giggle. The next week was amusing to Francis and torturous for Daddy. Francis would get dressed and undressed with his door wide open. He would leave the bathroom door open post-shower and would spend a half-hour thoroughly drying himself. His little penis was stiff and drippy as he walked slowly from the bathroom to his bedroom. And he slept naked every night, kicking the sheet off and lying on his stomach. Francis's strategy was to get Daddy so aroused that he would do something spectacularly sexy with Francis once the light turned green. Which would also give Daddy a week to figure out a way to tell Mom that Daddy and Francis would be regularly fucking for the foreseeable future. No problem there. We all know that we can get our heart's desire if we are willing to give up everything else to get it. Mom was no dope. She knew Francis was gay and beautiful and that her husband was a man. Which left her in an excellent bargaining position. She wasn't upset that they were fucking. That would surely end her husband's pathetic begging for sex. But she pretended to be appalled that her husband would violate his own son! They closed the deal at the price of an unlimited platinum Amex card for Mrs. Openbum and three "no questions asked" nights for her each week. She was free to go anywhere and so anything with anyone. No questions asked. Daddy could sleep with Francis every night and fuck him 24/7 if Francis agreed. Daddy got the better of that deal. On the night before Francis's ten and three, Francis went to bed at 8 p.m. Two hours before his usual summer vacation bedtime. "You can get in bed with me at 12:01 if you want, Daddy" the randy little angel said. It was the longest four hours and one minute of Daddy's life. Francis was sleeping the sleep of the innocent when he felt a stiff object against his warm bottom. Francis's sissyboyhood had begun! Daddy only had two worries. First, he had only bought a gallon of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Would that be enough? Second, would he perform well enough to make Francis choose him as a sex partner often enough once the little prickpleaser hit the open market. Daddy took it slowly. Smelling the sleeping little angel. Nuzzling the boy's neck. Sliding his left arm under Francis's small body; linking with his right arm. Snuggling. Kissing Francis awake. Oh, Francis thought through his haziness, so warm and loving. After five delicious cuddle minutes, the boy turned over and rubbed body fronts with Daddy as they kissed mouth to mouth. Swapping tongues. Oh dear. So good. They were both ferociously stiff. Francis LOVED the feel of Daddy's magnificent manmeat rubbing against his tiny tickler Having been educated by nifty, Francis knew that, while his own orgasm potential was huge, Daddy, being an ancient 34, was probably limited to only five or six before daybreak. And the boy clearly didn't want to waste any of Daddy's most precious bodily fluids. So he asked, "Is it OK if I suck your beautiful cock and let you come in my mouth before you fuck me?" Now how often have you heard that sentence? I thought so. Lots of times, right? It was Daddy's first time hearing it though, so he rapidly agreed. Poor Daddy. He only lasted five minutes in Francis's delicious mouth. Which would have been embarrassing, had he not popped another boner milliseconds after going soft. Daddy had a rare moment of clarity while he was soft. Foreplay. Even though Francis was practically grabbing Daddy's cock and stuffing it into his bottom. Daddy wanted the boy fully excited and lubricated when he ripped the boy's guts out with his magnum sissypleaser. Plus, he wanted the boy to have the full romantic experience. So Daddy laid Francis on his back and began to orally adore the boy's right nipple as he rubbed the outside of Francis's tight anus with his fingertip. Francis liked that! The boy was moaning and his glorious four inches were vibrating as Daddy switched nipples and slid a naughty finger into the young beauty's bum just to the depth of a nail. That did the job for Francis! Daddy was surprised about three things. First, he had no idea that Francis was shooting sperm at his age. And there was a lot of it. Second, he had no idea that Francis was so randy that he spunked without penile contact. And third, he had no idea that Francis was so anally sensitive. All of which boded VERY well for Daddy's future. And Francis's. The boy learned all that too. Most notably, in his encounters with younger boys, there had never been anal play. So knowing that anal play had him in a desperate sexual situation was also doing that boding thing. Oh yeah. Francis had never shot sperm before either. So that made his first encounter with a man extra super perfect. Daddy was able to lick up all of his son's spermies, of course. Then give him an exquisite fellation. With quite moist results again. Followed by frantic pleas for Daddy to FUCK him. Not yet, my young angel. You must endure the union of Daddy's tongue to your asshole. A guaranteed happy marriage. Kiss. Lick. Dig. Probe. Scream! Spunk! Daddy postulated that the boy was now relaxed enough for his first fucking. Which would occur less than 90 minutes after the lad had come of age. Spermbutt Anal Lubricant made its welcome appearance. The sweet lad was on his stomach. Three under-stomach pillows gave Daddy a view he would never forget. Daddy rubbed the peehole of his lubricated erection against his boy's wrinkle. Listening to the lad's whimpers of raw lust. He pushed. Hard. You know what happened. It was amazing. And only the beginning. Francis and his Daddy spent the next two weeks at a local bed and breakfast that had recently converted to a highly profitable bed, breakfast and boy! Oh my! Three -- Boring vs. Stupendously Exciting Colin's first three days in fifth grade were much different from his experience in fourth grade. Many fifth-grade boys walked hand in hand through the halls. Kissing -- open-mouth kissing -- with tongues -- and lots of saliva -- was common! Ick! Colin wouldn't lower himself to even look at those corrupted catamites. He and Richie walked proudly and heterosexually through the halls. Though Colin had to admit, Richie was more curious about the new culture than Colin was. Gym class was extra disgusting. In the locker room before and after phys-ed class, Colin could see that sex-consenting sissyboys were all wearing panties under their ridiculous short-shorts. Skimpy panties! They were blatant about showing off their panties and their panty bulges. Especially to Colin, who anyone could see was the fairest of them all. The coaches who taught physical education definitely favored the little femboys. In American schools, in addition to their duties teaching PE, coaches were usually designated to teach sex education. Even special sex education. Coach Thriller was in charge of the "mainstream" teaching that year. He had three assistant teachers, one of whom was not Daniel Droner. It was Coach Droner's turn to teach the special education boys (once called the slow group or remedials) like Colin and Richie. In Colin's estimation, Coach Thriller was paying way too much attention to Francis that day in PE. Colin still believed that Francis was redeemable. Maybe he and his Daddy had played miniature golf and gin rummy on their trip. Maybe Francis was just looking around on "the other side." Kicking the tires. As a joke. Maybe. Colin had to admit that his special-ed class was frighteningly dull. Who needed three lessons on the pituitary? Coach Droner's heart was clearly not in it. It was as if he wished he were in the large, gym-like classroom next door. Teaching the sissyboys how to be proficient homosexuals. Colin was rock-solid sure that he was in the right class for the right reasons. But there was more to unnerve even the strong. As Colin and Richie left class each day, they passed by the mainstream classroom and observed two things. Even though the school day was over and the bell had rung, no one was leaving Francis's class! Secondly, and this was worse, the sounds coming from the mainstream classroom were horrifying. Boys were groaning. And squealing. Even screaming! And Colin was certain that he heard deep roars that sounded like men exhaling their dying breaths. What was going on in there? Should Colin call 9-1-1? Richie advised against it. "Maybe they're watching some training movie or something, Colin," Richie said. "Let's not make a fuss." Colin decided that Richie was right. But soon after, Colin calculated that a) the same kind of animalistic sounds were being emitted everyday b) no one was leaving the mainstream classroom at dismissal time and, most oddly of all, c) every day in school, none of the boys in that class appeared to have been axe-murdered, despite the horrific bellows and desperate screams. In fact, "happy" is far too mild a word for the mainstream boys' attitude. What was going on in there? In Colin's view, the most unsettling situation as the second week began was that only twelve of the original 20 boys in special ed remained. Eight had abandoned their hetero brethren and joined the sissyboys' class! I guess a better way to describe it was that they "turned tail." Get it? Anyway, Colin was unbowed. And there was already a bright spot in that day's instruction. Coach Droner had told the lads that they now knew more about the pituitary than most med students and that instruction was moving on that day. They were going to discuss the thyroid. Ugh! Four -- Richie turns tail too Poor Richie. As the first week of school ended, the lad had been ten and three for three whole weeks and he still hadn't been homosexed. Three whole weeks! And all because he wanted to be the one to introduce Colin to the Pink Side. I guess he was that infatuated with Colin that he would pretend that he had had a vision of an orgasm-filled near future the same time that Colin began his own inevitable future. Well. The boy was rethinking that strategy when he woke up that first Saturday since school started as his mother entered his bedroom. Richie loved his mother, who had been his sole parent since his Daddy ran off with the pizza-delivery girl. No. Not the same pizza-delivery girl who seduced a father in some of my other true-life, fully-documented, all-true, frontline reports. A different one, OK? Pizza is a powerful aphrodisiac. Anyway, Mama had always been on Richie's side, even when it came to Richie's orgasmic health. Plus, since she had three older brothers, two of whom were sissyboys, Mama got it. So Richie shouldn't have been surprised about what happened next. Mama said, "Good morning, sleepyhead. It's good you slept well because you're going to have a tiring day." "Darn it," Richie thought. "That's right. I have to mow the..." "No, I don't mean the lawn. My brother, Uncle Billy, is here to fuck you until you need help getting to the bathroom. If you consent, of course." Richie's mouth was open and his prick was ferociously erect! But what about his strategy with Colin? "Colin's gonna take some too much time facing the truth baby boy. You're missing out on the best time in your life and I won't let you do that. Oh, and here's a bag of lingerie for you. I got it at Sissy Boy World. I would recommend the white stockings with the white garter belt and the wispy, white babydoll, but there's a black, pink, baby blue and lilac set in there too." "But Mama!, I... "No buts, mister. The only butt today will be your butt stuffed with Uncle Billy's big cock. He won't hurt you. He knows his sissyboys, starting with my two brothers, Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Tommy. And don't tell me you're not a lingerie sissyboy. I know you wear my things when I'm out. So hop to it." Richie hopped. Mama was amazing! And she was right. On all counts. Richie wanted to wear the white ensemble and he did. He wanted a good, stiff fucking from Uncle Billy and he got one. Four actually. During that day. Another six through the evening and night. Not to mention Sunday. But I jump ahead. "I'll leave you to sissy up, Honey," Mom said. "Uncle Billy is in the guest bedroom waiting for you, but take your time getting ready. And don't worry about Uncle Billy getting blue balls. He's had them since Wednesday when I offered him your amazing ass." And she left. Richie slid each stocking up each long, colt-like leg. Mmmm. That felt nice. His second fondest dreams would be fulfilled that weekend! First fondest being shooting a half-gallon of spunk down Colin's pretty throat. All in good time. Second best was about to be exquisitely delicious. The lovely lad attached his garter belt and admired himself in his full-length mirror. Not had, Richie thought. Though his pretty penis was barely over three inches when fully aroused. The smallest of any of the boys in the fifth grade that year. No problem. Richie knew he was a bottom. So he wasn't planning on immersing that little nail in anyone's bum anytime soon. Self-admiration is fun, but fucking awaited, so Richie slipped the babydoll over his head, admired his image for a mere seven minutes more, took a breath and opened his bedroom door. He turned left took seven steps and knocked on the guest bedroom door. He heard a choked, voice-clearing, then "Come in, Honey." Richie went in. And there was Uncle Billy. Naked. Lying on top of the covers. A 55-gallon drum of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant (the sissyboy's friend) at the side of the bed. How had Mom gotten that in there? Uncle Billy looked good naked. Really good. The man's most prominent feature was a cock the size of the rift between Republicans and Democrats. Wow! Richie wondered if 55 gallons would be enough for the whole weekend. "You are completely beautiful, my sweet nephew," the randy relative said. "I'm so honored and thrilled that you chose me to be your first lover." That wasn't exactly right, but close enough. Richie blushed. Which practically made Uncle Billy's prick burst. But he held back. Uncle Billy was excited beyond belief. His pre-Twenty-Ninth Amendment generation had to stop fucking sissyboys when the fuckers turned 18. So he had to go from fucking his brothers, Jimmy and Tommy, at least twice each, every single day to nothing. Inhuman!!! Richie was about to be his first sissyboy in 17 years! He was shuddering with lust as he asked Richie to come closer for a kiss. Richie shyly complied. Oh my. Uncle Billy's heart was racing as he slid his tongue into Richie's sweet mouth. Richie's heart was thumping at warp speed as he met his uncle's tongue with his own and used his soft hand to caress Uncle Billy's skinned knob. Uncle Billy was almost blinded by lust, but his two remaining brain cells rubbed together and cautioned patience. And reverence for the angel he was about to make his own. He asked Richie to lie on his back as Uncle Billy admired and complimented his beauty. The man was practically crying as he contemplated the visual feast. Richie's bare thighs above his stocking tops invited adoration. The little dickhound was arching his back so that Uncle Billy could glimpse his pretty bumhole. Billy gasped. He was so grateful to his sister for offering Richie to him. And for presenting Richie the way she knew Billy loved best. In stockings, garter belt and babydoll. His younger brother Tommy was a lingerie sissy. Which was part of the reason Billy had fucked Tommy twice as often as he fucked Jimmy. Jimmy refused to have sex unless he and Billy were naked. The other reason Billy had spermed Tommy more often than Jimmy was that Daddy favored Jimmy. And Daddy was the Man in that family. Billy and Daddy were the tops. Jimmy and Tommy were the bottoms. Billy never gave up his bum for Daddy. Except for that once. OK, it was more like 20 times. Or so. You know, whenever Daddy wanted him. But only because Daddy was the Man. And Billy didn't enjoy it. OK, he enjoyed it, but not as much as he enjoyed fucking Jimmy and Tommy. Anyway, Billy lay face down and began to feather kiss Richie's bare thighs. Richie moaned. This was going to be easy, Billy thought. Billy was right. His nephew spunked his first spunk when Billy began to lick Richie's baby balls. Oh dear. Sensitive, aren't we? So sensitive that when Billy licked up all the creamy goodness from Richie's stomach, then took Richie's restiffened love pole into his mouth, the boy spunked again. It was at that moment that Billy became concerned for his nephew's health. Dehydration and/or over-exertion loomed. Billy wasn't concerned enough that he stopped and gave Richie an IV of fluids, followed by 24 hours bedrest. No. Billy was a man after all. The man's balls were full. Screaming for relief. His beautiful nephew wanted to be fucked more desperately than he wanted his next breath. Let's roll. Richie wasn't thinking about his health when Uncle Billy flipped him onto his stomach and began to kiss his boyish bum cheeks. Richie had already enjoyed what had happened like a billion times more than anything in his life thus far. Now it looked as if Uncle Billy was going to kiss him all over back there and... Whoa! What? His uncle had spread his boyish bumcheeks with two thumbs and was beginning to kiss and lick the inner portions of his cheeks and... Double whoa!! The man had just touched Richie's anus with the tip of his tongue! His anus! Richie cried out and orgasmed yet again. "The Force is strong in this one," Billy thought. Instead of backing off during Richie's third orgasm of that delightful day, he pressed on. Digging into Richie's sweet wrinkle as far as a stiff tongue would take him. Richie was sobbing. Billy stopped. "Are you all right..." "Don't you dare stop, Uncle Billy. I want it all." Billy gave Richie all of it. The official fucks count appears to have been misplaced. But it was a lot. Five -- Hands-on training "Boys," Coach Droner said to the twelve holdout heteros that Monday, "the School Board has decided that the best way for you to learn about your bodies is not to look at some pictures or a PowerPoint presentation. We're going to examine the real thing. I'd like you to meet Paulie from the sixth grade. He's on loan from his middle school today to be my assistant instructor. Paulie..." The classroom door opened and a boy entered. Not just any boy. Eleven-year-old Paulie was tall, blond and beautiful. And he was wearing only a shortie robe. He strode confidently to Coach Droner nodded to the students and dropped the robe. PAULIE WAS NAKED! In the classroom. Colin almost fainted. Coach Droner salivated. He and Paulie were close friends. Very close. "All right class. You can leave your seats and come up and get a closer look." Eleven of the boys scrambled for position. Colin hung back. Trying not to look. "Paulie is a beautiful boy in the prime of his pre-teen years. He has spent the last year enjoying his body and helping others to enjoy it as well. Is that fair to say, Paulie?" "Yes, sir, Coach Droner. You and the other coaches gave me the instruction I needed to make the world a friendlier place. I have LOTS of friends now. Good friends. Because I understand my body. Oh look. My body knows I'm talking about it." The boys gasped. Paulie's penis moved from a hang-droop to a proud five, uncut, rocket-science-hard stiffness. Even Colin admitted to himself that it was a choice piece of boy meat. "Go ahead if you want," Paulie told the boys. "Touch it. It likes you already so it won't bite." Colin was trembling as he saw Richie reach for Paulie's penis first. Giving it a nice rub. Up by the head. In the most sensitive parts. The others all took a turn. Colin considered jumping out the window. Eleven boys trying to masturbate one boy was very crowded. So a boy tweaked one of Paulie's nipples as a second boy kissed the other. A third boy cuddled Paulie's balls and a fourth slid an exploring finger between Paulie's sweet ass cheeks -- touching, just touching, the anal ring. Richie was the worst offender. He KISSED Paulie! Right on the mouth. And sucked Paulie's tongue. Colin almost barfed. But then Paulie stopped kissing Richie and said to Colin, "Hey, Cutie. Yeah, you. Are you too aloof and pretty to take part in this instruction? Are you afraid?" Well. Colin may have been a prude. And not a team player. But he was no coward. And would not be labeled as such by anyone. Even this slutty sissyboy. He gathered his courage, stepped forward and, pushing classmates aside, laid his soft hand on Paulie's cockhead, another hand on his nutsack and his mouth over Paulie's lips. Colin Sweetbum wasn't afraid of anything, so that would settle... Oh! Oh no! Paulie was starting to squeal through their kiss. Colin considered pulling away. But he was not a scaredy cat. He increased the rapidity of his strokes. Focusing on the most sensitive parts of the glans as he gave Paulie's testicles a soft squeeze. Paulie stuck his tongue deeply into Colin's mouth and grunted loudly. The boys watched in wonder as Paulie's cock EXPLODED! Rope after thick rope of creamy sperm flew high and wide. And Colin was the one who did it! Paulie was delighted. It was a great cum. Almost as good as the one Mr. Bumsplitter, his Daddy's best friend, had given that morning when the man fucked him good and proper. After his Daddy fucked him, of course. Coach Droner was delighted. Maybe these 12 holdouts would hold-in, join the daily spunk party next door, and Coach Droner could stop spewing nonsense about glands and chastity and get down and dirty during work time. And after. Richie was delighted. Colin was his friend, but hey. There were orgasms at stake. Lots of them. He would love many of those orgasms to be between him and Colin. But that seemed unlikely for the moment. Colin was horrified and humiliated. What had he done? Was he gay now? What would Daddy think of him? Would he disown him? Send him to some gay work camp where the boys would dig trenches all day and submit to men's filthy urges all night? No. Wait. When they had The Talk, Daddy had made it clear that Colin could step across the line and step back if he wanted. Yeah. OK. He could do that. He would do that. Jump back and never do anything non-hetero again. Only one problem, but it was a big one. Colin liked doing that homo stuff to Paulie. What was the cure for that? Six -- Stiff resistance softens I guess it's obvious what happened the very next day. Colin, only Colin, remained in special ed. Et tu, Richie? Oh yes. Only Colin sat with Coach Droner that sad Tuesday afternoon. Colin was steadfast in his heterosexuality. Even more so, now that he had to atone for his sins of the previous day. Colin was so ashamed of himself for wanking that Paulie kid to a gusher that he couldn't even tell Daddy. As with many of us, Colin sought counsel on the Internet. Searching for a historic parallel to his historic historicness, Colin came upon England in WWII. The British managed to extract more than 300,000 soldiers from Dunkirk in May and June of 1940; England stood alone until Germany invaded Russia a year later. Many English influentials pushed for a negotiated settlement with Germany -- AKA surrender by a fancier name. Winston Churchill was steadfast. "When you're going through Hell," Churchill said, "keep going." Churchill was right, and so was Colin. The young beauty was sure of it., He would only have to sit with Coach Droner in this incredibly boring class while his classmates were shooting their spunk everywhere until June. And it was already September 12th! Not if Coach Droner could help it. The coach began to present a lesson about the thyroid, but stopped ten minutes in. "It's just you and me, Colin. Let's talk." Colin was on high alert. The man was going to do horrible HOMO things to Colin, the boy just knew it. But he couldn't do that because Colin hadn't consented, right? If Colin told the police, Coach Droner would be in prison! Wait! Could Coach Droner take what Colin had stupidly, sinfully done yesterday as consent for all sorts of horrible assaults on his virgin person? It was so confusing. Exacerbated by the fact that Colin had had a raging hardon since he had stepped into Coach Droner's classroom that day. Colin nodded his consent to talk, but then panicked that Coach Droner might take that as consent to strip Colin naked! So Colin said, "I consent to talk, only to talk." Coach Droner smiled. "I know you're confused, Colin. And I'm sorry. I called your mother and father after you went to bed last night and I explained the situation as I saw it." Colin gasped. That Beast!! Ratting Colin out to Mom and Daddy. Colin decided right then that if he decided at some future point, which he knew he wouldn't, to get naked for a man, it would NOT be Coach Droner!!! "I can see that you don't like that I did that. OK, I'm sorry. But we all want the same for you. We want you to take full advantage of your beauty and your youth at this most wonderful time of your life." Droner paused. Paused some more. Then Colin asked, "Did Daddy say I'm beautiful? Do you think so?" Got'im, Coach Droner thought to himself. But he pressed on. "You're the prettiest boy in school. Probably in the state. Your Daddy says he's the luckiest man in the world because he gets to see you all the time." Colin looked at Coach Droner with shy eyes. Confused, he blinked repeatedly at Coach Droner. Oh no! Did Coach Droner think that Colin was batting his pretty eyes at the man? Coquettishly? "It's going to be all right, Honey," the man said. And he held out his arms for Colin. The boy's feet got crossed. He would swear to it later. And he stumbled onto the man's lap. Were Colin's actions inadvertent and innocent? And above all, fiercely heterosexual? Or was it revalidation of a time-tested truth -- a sissyboy is powerless against the force of truthful flattery. Let's examine the evidence. Colin could have extricated himself from Coach Droner's lap quite easily. The man wasn't restraining him at all. Colin knew he should be jumping up, taking his seat in class and asking Coach Droner to continue droning. But he didn't. He chose to share his feelings. Hetero men shared their feelings, didn't they? When all else fails, yes. "I'm such a mess, Coach Droner," the little angel said. "I'm driving on the right and every other boy in my class is driving on the left. I'm an outcast. Nobody likes me." And he began to sob. Rather than contradict Colin, Coach Droner did a Mr. Rogers on the boy. He hugged him and said, "I like you just the way you are, Colin." Well. Billy Joel stole that line from Mr. Rogers and made love, not like. Colin didn't get either historical reference. What he did get was a good, comforted feeling. Coach Droner wasn't taking his clothes off or grabbing Colin's penis. The man was comforting him. Colin knew he was pretty and that be a big help in his life. But he didn't have any good feelings at that moment. Until Coach Droner gave him a good feeling. He hugged the man back. And, answering an impulse he barely recognized, he kissed Coach Droner. On the lips. And again. Colin felt a strange heat in his body as he opened his mouth and accepted the man's wet tongue. Instinct was ravaging his body as he moaned with lust. The man was gentle with him, but slid his hand up Colin's shorts leg, then touched his penis through his tighty-whities. Colin didn't want that, did he? He did. Oh. Coach Droner was caressing Colin's sweet knob just right as they tongue-kissed. What was that word when he wanted someone not to molest him? It began with an "S." Maybe an ST." Colin couldn't think of it. And then the game changed. Something was on its way. Something the pretty boy had never felt before. Something awesomely amazing. The thing that all those boys were surrendering to. The thing that happened to Paulie when Colin... Unnh! Colin screamed so loud that the sex puppies next door thought that Coach Droner had given up on converting Colin and was murdering him. They were so worried that they almost stopped fucking and checked on him. But not that worried. Spurt after creamy spurt soaked the boy's underpants. Coach Droner would always remember the look of ecstatic agony in Colin's face as he spunked for the first time. The lad was vibrating with lust. It was the longest and best 30 seconds of Colin's young life. And he wanted more. But first he wanted to check his facts. "What...what was that?" he groaned out. "That was your boy's time, Honey. I guess it was your first. Every boy loves his boy's time. Every boy NEEDS his boy's time. That's what your classmates are doing next door. Helping each other have their boy's times. Let me just ask, do your little peanuts feel better now that you've had your boy's time?" Colin nodded. He had been aching "down there" since school started, but now he felt great. "You were afflicted by blue balls, Sweetie. That's what you get when you have an erection for two long without taking care of your needs." The scales fell from Colin's eyes. THAT was why those 39 boys wanted to be in the gay, homosexual, femboy, nancy, sissy group! That was the amazing amazingness that made them abandon strict heterosexuality! For the first time, it all sounded like a good deal to Colin. After a few moments of reflection, Colin asked an extraordinarily key question. "Do men have a man's time and blue balls if they don't have it, Coach Droner?" "Oh yes. We're just like boys, but we're bigger, stronger and make a lot more man's cream." A life-turning point was right there for Colin to grab. He grabbed it. The man had complimented Colin on his beauty, empathized with him when his feeling were hurt, and gave him his first orgasm. He deserved a reward. A big reward. Colin was about to offer such a reward when Coach Droner anticipated another of the boy's needs. "You filled your shorts and undies with boy juices, Colin. If you're ready to go home, I have some clean pairs her that should fit you. Colin acted on the situation quite nicely. "I think I'll take the messy stuff off now, Coach. But we can wait a while before I put the clean ones on." And with that, the boy slid off his pants and underpants. For good measure, he also kicked off his shoes and socks and his undershirt. Which left Colin Sweetbum, heterosexual emeritus, NAKED1 Somedays it pays to get out of bed in the morning, Coach Droner thought. Being in a goose and gander situation, Coach Droner stripped as naked as the beautiful boy. Taking charge, Colin asked Coach Droner to sit. Colin assumed the classic cocksucker position. On his knees. Between his "victim's" thighs. Inspecting the stiff rammer quite curiously. Hefting the ballsack. Giving each heavy ball a sweet kiss and lick. Giggling when the man groaned in pure lust. Then tormenting the knob with licks, kisses, tonguings and sucks. Poor Coach Droner. His blue balls were turning purple. And then... Gusher! Thirty minutes earlier, Colin would have been grossed out by the cummatic explosion that buried his pretty face. But at that moment, he was startled but delighted. Delighted that he could derive such pleasure from pleasing someone else. Colin and the Coach had one of the great afternoons in man-boy love history. But no fucking. Firsties were for Daddy. Everyone in Post-Twenty-Ninth America knew that. Seven -- Daddy's Big Night Somehow, after a draining afternoon, as Colin wobbled home, Coach Droner had the good sense to do what needed to be done. He called Colin's Daddy and gave him a full report on Colin's new attitude toward man-boy diplomatic relations. It almost went without saying that Coach Droner left the fucking to Colin's Daddy, but he said it anyway. Coach Droner didn't want to lose his job, after all. And he would be fucking Colin soon enough. As well as many if not all of the other 39 boys in Colin's class. The Sweetbums went into a long-planned Code Pink situation. Colin's mother went to her sister's for a week. Daddy rolled out a 55-gallon drum of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Then he stripped nude under a shortie kimono. Just in time too. Daddy arrived at the front door just as Colin did. Colin took in the situation. Mom's car was gone. Daddy was home from work early. And almost naked. Hmmm. Did he want Daddy to fuck him? His own son? Violating his most personal place? Committing multiple filthy acts of sodomy? Yes, please. Colin began neutrally. "Hi, Daddy." "Hi, Colin. How was school?" "I learned a lot today, Daddy. But it looks like Coach Droner already told you all about it." "He did. Is that OK with you?" "It's really OK, Daddy. Has Mom cleared out for a while?" "A whole week. I'm off from work and you're off from school. It's the law. It's called `Paternity Leave.' With your consent of course." Colin liked the sound of that. He decided to tease it just a little more. "Hmmmm," he said. "Daddy, something's sticking out of your kimono." Daddy looked down. "So it is." "Is that all for me, Daddy?" Daddy smiled. "If you want it." Colin smiled back and dropped his shorts and the panties the coach had given him. Then he kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his shirt. "I want it, Daddy. I want to suck it and have you put it into my bum. Because I love you more than any other man in the world and I'm a sissyboy." OK. Daddy took that as consent. In the old days, there were people who might frown on homosexual, sodomistic, incest with a ten-year-old boy. Not in Colin's time. It was not just permitted. It was encouraged. Daddy dropped his kimono and they were both unashamedly naked. And randy. And standing in the entryway of the house. With the front door open. "Master bedroom. Now," the man said. They locked the door and raced to get to the theater of operations. The pretty boy had the man sit in a chair. He knelt between Daddy's legs and said, "Coach Droner recommended that I make you cum in my mouth and swallow it all up first. He said not only was it a nice appetizer, but our first fuck would be longer and stronger if you could let off some steam first." Wise counsel from a man who had fucked more than 200 boys in his educational career. Daddy did not object. Colin, who had brought Coach Droner to two spectacular knee bucklers with his sweet mouth, was beginning to hone his craft. He had already discovered that the underside of the knob is one of a man's two most powerful orgasm triggers. The other being his prostate. When Colin sucked Coach Droner off for the second time, the educator educated Colin on the delights of a prostate massage. Colin decided to postpone acting on that educational benefit until he needed Daddy to regain an erection after a bit of too much hard work. No. A sweet lickaround of the glans while cuddling the testicles worked perfectly. A deluge of sperm flooded the boy's mouth, but he swallowed every molecule. Some skills are just natural. Daddy was in an earthly paradise. Counting himself luckier than a triple lottery winner for living in an era when sexual common sense had finally won out. And luckier still for having the babelicious Colin as his willing, nay eager, fuckmate. Daddy used his recovery time wisely. Sucking Colin off sweetly as he tickled the boy's prostate ever so nicely. Daddy was a carpenter, thus had gnarly, callused fingers. Which were way sparkier than a ribbed dildo for throwing his loving lad into prostate purgatory. Lots of kissing followed Colin's heaving, screaming climax. Daddy had a newer, stiffer erection. He knew the Book said he should eat his boy out before fucking him. But the Book didn't get erections. Daddies did. And he was putting that erection where it most needed to go as soon as he could. So he opened the boyhole up with rough fingers and smooth Spermbutt, gently, but firmly applied while French kissing. And it was go time. "Say goodbye to your useless virginity, Honey," Daddy grunted as he rubbed his dripping peelips against Colin's wrinkle. Colin almost got to say "Bye" before Daddy slipped past the sphincter. But all he could do was squeal like a sissyboy taking in his first cock. It hurt. And then it didn't. Daddy was "all in," just like a guy with pocket aces in a game of Texas rio Hold'em. "This is already my best fuck ever," Daddy said to himself. "Colin actually wants this and likes it. Unlike most women." Oh, Colin liked it alright. He decided that being fucked was what he wanted every day for the rest of his life. And not just once a day. Or just twice. Coach Droner's advice about blowing off steam with a blowjob first proved to be spot on. Daddy held on for an amazing 27 minutes and 13 seconds. During which young Colin spritzed three glorious times. And that was only the beginning of Paternity Leave. Eight -- The Trio reunites One week later, Paternity Leave was over. Daddy had to go back to work. Colin had to go back to school. Daddy had mixed feelings. He was exhausted. A good exhausted. But exhausted. By his estimate, he would be able to live through two, maybe three days of making all-day, all-night love to Colin. Then die a noble and happy death. Still, it had been the best time of his life. And full, solid plans were in place to continue the fuckiness well into his and Colin's future. More moderately. Less life-threateningly. Colin had mixed feelings. He wasn't exhausted. But he knew that Daddy was looking a bit on the zombie side during the last day of their love week. On the last day, Daddy had only been able to fuck Colin six times! So it was time to give Daddy a break. Colin and Daddy would be only making love for a maximum of four hours a day from now on. Hard and fast. I mean the rule was hard and fast. Oh, I guess the fucking would be hard and fast too. Anyway, Colin was eager to get back to school so he could join his classmates, especially Richie and Francis, at the daily sex education class. Now that he had truly begun his sexual education, it was time to see what else was out there. At 2:15, Colin entered the big sex-education room to surprising applause from his classmates. Were they applauding because he was the final holdout, joining them at last? Because he was the prettiest of them all? Because they knew he had just nearly fucked his poor Daddy to death for a week? No matter. They were all naked, so Colin got naked too. Oh my! What a picture. Forty deliciously naked ten-year-old boys. Four naked, hairy, buff coaches. And here came Richie and Francis. Francis hugged Colin and rubbed stiff cocks with him. Followed by a deep kiss. Francis stepped aside and Richie did the same. "Rather than have Colin choose his first partner of the day," Richie said, "We flipped a coin. Francis will ask you to make love first. Then me. If you consent." "Why did I ever want to fight this?" Colin thought. Richie drifted off as Colin took Francis's hand and let himself be led to one of the many love couches. "Where's Richie going?" Colin asked Francis. "He's been having a torrid little love affair with Devon, Honey. They're a cute couple." Colin winced at that. Richie couldn't even stay pure and exclusive for Colin while Colin's Daddy was rearranging the boy's innards? A flash of jealousy shot through Colin. Francis noticed and said, "There's no jealousy here, Colin. We're all experiencing our experiences. Learning by doing. You missed a lot of instruction, but you'll catch up. Besides Richie, I've been with my Daddy and seven other boys. It's amazing. Now stand here, just like that. OK." Both boys stood next to the love couch. Francis reached out and touched Colin's stiffie. It was the first time Colin had been touched by a boy. It was delightful. Colin touched back. Francis moaned. The little sissyboys kissed and stroked until Francis fell to his knees and began a full examination of Colin's boy's things. "Your penis is as beautiful as your face, Colin. I have to kiss it. Is that OK?" That consent thing again. Colin grunted out a yes, then settled in for an excellent BJ from Francis. Daddy had only sucked Colin off ten times during their Love Week! The man was way more anally oriented, eating Colin out for breakfast, lunch, dinner and a bedtime snack every day. Francis's enthusiasm for the fellatric arts was apparent. And wondrous! The boy could suck cock! Colin's mild concern that being with boys after only being with men, Coach Droner and Daddy, would be anticlimactic. It was quite climactic enough. Very climactic. With a spectacular climax, swallowed greedily by young Francis. Colin was eager to return the favor. Laying Francis onto the love couch on his back as Colin lay on his stomach. Feeding on Francis's love buffet of boy's jewelry. So this was how it would be, Colin realized. Decadent, cum-drenched afternoons with his classmates. And let's not forget the coaches, who had sworn to fuck each of then forty boys at least once a week (two boys a day minimum). Evenings, nights and weekends with Daddy and [blush] lots of other men beyond Daddy's lifesaving four-hour daily maximum. Colin wondered if Bart Studley, the dreamy high-school senior on their block, would like to have a go. More good boding all around for the well-educated. Please tell me what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com or beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.