Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:03:11 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Spinoffs 3 Sissyboy Spinoffs 3 By Beautiful Creamer One -- The bold entrepreneur "I tell you, Kevin, this third spinoff was a brain teaser. And, as you know, I'd rather have my cock teased." Kevin, loyal assistant and best friend to Biff Buggerall, CEO of "Sissy Boy" magazine, "Sissy Boy Sex Cruises," "Sissy Boy World" apparel stores, and the recently spun-off magazines "Sissy Boy Lingerie" and "Sissy Boy Pre-Ten," nodded in agreement. Kevin knew that the "Chief," as only Kevin called Biff, loved fucking more than thinking. Though he was darned good at both. The two men were sitting in Biff's office. Pants hung on a hook by the door. Two pretty boys kneeling between their legs. Sucking their cocks in a leisurely manner. Kevin was in no hurry to cum or go, and he knew when Biff wanted to tell a story, so he listened to the Emperor of Sissyboys as the New York tabloids called him. "There were so many ways we could go with this. And, let's face it, we have the most loyal readership on the planet. Whatever we do for them, they adore." The Chief was right. They were both billionaires because of it. "That's very nice, sweetie. Keep doing it just like that. When you feel me about to cum, you can swallow or take it on that pretty face, OK?" The boy, a blond, German lad named Otto, grunted happily and Biff continued. "So I did a lot of research and found out a lot. First, I thought a lot about the anal angle. Our readers love the idea of anal sex. It's dirty and nasty and imposes the man's will on whomever he fucks in the ass. Which is why men love it and women hate it. But every issue of the magazine has anal sex -- lots of it. So I needed a fresh angle. "Enemas. That was what I thought. A magazine dedicated to giving a pretty boy or boys enemas, then fucking their bottoms off. It has the anal sex that men love and an additional element of subjugation to a man's will. The boy has to submit to having a nozzle up his butt, then have his bowels filled with water. Then the "I have to poop really bad" pains. Followed by the man allowing the boy, when the man is ready, the privilege of pooping his pretty guts out. With the man watching! "I tell you, Kevin, it's not just for fetish guys any more. I thought it was a good idea. But the smart thing is to test all ideas -- even my own. That's what made us billionaires, eh, buddy?" Kevin grunted. His cocksucker was a Kenyan boy named "K'wane" and he was an excellent fellatrix. He was also stunningly pretty, like every other boy who had graced Sissy Boy headquarters. If the boss ever finishes his story, I'd like to fuck this little sweetie-pie, Kevin thought. Biff went on. "So two weeks ago, I set up a `date night' with James, the local, 11-year-old boy from the March 12 issue who, we said, had the best ass we had seen in years. High and plump. Outsized cheeks, but vise-tight. He was also the most enthusiastic anal `student' we'd had too, remember?" Kevin remembered. "Anyway, James came to the apartment [a 12-room penthouse atop the Sissy Boy Tower] and we had a nice, romantic, extremely anal date. We used bedroom C, because it has the examining table and everything, which made it easier to give him the enema. We didn't get to the enema right away because that randy little doll wouldn't budge until I pulled his panties down to his thighs, then gave him a three-finger prostate massage as we kissed and cuddled. "That boy! He practically spunked the moment I touched his prostate. After ten desperate minutes of kissing and massaging his `boy's place,' James screamed so loud and spurted so hard I thought I'd have to get the crash cart." Biff chuckled at the memory. Then continued. "After that, I carried him over to the examining table, took his panties completely off and greased up his bottomhole for the enema. He moaned and grunted with pleasure the whole time. I told him what I was going to do and he was completely submissive. As long as were doing anal things. He loves anal things. "Anyway, he gasped when I slid the enema's plug into him, then began to pant with lust as he felt the warm water tease his prostate. His little penis was ridiculously stiff and throbby as I squeezed the enema bottle to fill his guts. "It was so cute to see his tummy swell with the water in his bowels. His face showed some discomfort, but his peener was in full arousal. I know it was a little cruel, but I wouldn't let him go poop until he spunked. So I licked his red knob and sucked his pretty spike. Watching him try to evacuate his balls while retaining what was filling his bowels. He was desperate to cum, squeaking and grunting with discomfort and delight. "Happily for my cleaning crew, he shot his considerable load all over his pretty tummy, but kept his anus closed. Then he got up and sissy-ran to the toilet, flipped open the seat and began to evacuate with great urgency. The boy is so `anal' that he gets a stiffie when he poops. He seemed to enjoy the poop-fest quite a bit. So did I, though it was quite stinky in the bathroom and James's stomach and chest were covered with his own spunk. "I realized that the boy was having all the fun and I hadn't even cum once! So as James sat and pooped away, I fed him my fat, needy cock. "He did an admirable job on it too, just like Otto is doing for me now. That's it, Otto. There's a good lad. Anyway, when I spunked, I pulled out and sprayed it all over James' face, hair, chest and stomach. In short, he was a mess. A happy mess, but a mess. I proposed a bath, in another, less stinky bathroom. James eagerly agreed. "We flushed and left, though I insisted that James not clean himself with toilet paper. "I'll clean you, my sweet darling,' I told the boy. He liked that. "He also liked the huge tub with climate-controlled water that I led him to. We got in and spent an excellent hour kissing and cleaning each other thoroughly with soapy washcloths. I must admit that I liked cleaning his poopy heinie. The boy's bumhole was gaping a bit from the violence of his evacuation. I soothed it, cleaned it, and restored it to its glory. "When we got out, I patted him dry, then rubbed myself dry. As he dried his longish hair, I sat on the toilet and ate out his fresh, clean boypussy. "He liked that a lot. It took a long time to dry the hair. By the time we got into bed, James was begging to be fucked. I like when they beg, don't you Kevin?" Kevin nodded. He couldn't hold back any longer. Oh. Biff stopped talking while Kevin enjoyed his delicious, midday orgasm, flooding the Kenyan boy's tiny mouth with a large load of man's cream. K'Wane swallowed most of it, but the rest covered his pretty face. That sight set Biff off and he gave the German boy a large dollop of his own "best stuff." The boys giggled at the compliments the men gave them, then went over to a bed in a corner of the office to kiss and fondle, licking off the sperm from each other's faces. Back to the James story. "James couldn't wait to feel my cock on his prostate again, so after I lubed him up with Spermbutt, I fucked him hard for a long time, listening to him scream and feeling him squirt and squirt. "It was a fabulous date, Kevin, but it told me something I didn't want to know." Kevin was puzzled by that. "What was that, Chief?" "Giving a boy an enema. Making him bend to your will, then fucking his pretty bottom off. That's all great stuff, but the enema stuff wouldn't do well in pictures. And pictures are our business. A spinoff would need a distinct voice. And enemas are about noises from the boy. His whimpers and grunts. The smells when you've made the boy cleanse himself for you. Great if you're there. Not good on paper." Kevin nodded. The Chief is wise. "Before I tell you about my next `research.' Kevin, do you think James would be available for another date with me tonight?" "I'll check, Chief." A few taps on the Blackberry. "It's set for 6:30." "Great! Thanks. The next idea I had was about baby oil. Remember the issue we did about rubbing baby oil all over your sissyboy before and during sex?" How could he forget? It flew off the supermarket shelves. "I tried baby oil with all my dates for a week, Kevin. "It was a terrific week. But when I looked at the test pictures, baby-oil-covered pretty boys wouldn't make a spinoff. It's more of a love technique, like enemas. Though it sure is great to be with a boy whose whole body feels like a pussy. Adds a few erogenous zones all right." "So what was the verdict then, Chief?" The boys were still in the corner of the room, sucking each other's cocks with great skill and pleasure. Kevin would have to catch K'wane on the way out to make a date for that evening. Or right away if the boss ever shut up. "Good question, Kevin. One byproduct of those research dates was that I talked to the boys about what they liked. And I was struck by the similarity of their answers. It seems that while they all love men, they also like boys of high-school age, say 16-18. They like their stamina and they like that the boys are a little more romantic then the men. Telling the boys that they love them. Taking them out on dates instead of just fucking them. Wanting to `go steady.' Can you imagine that?" Kevin was surprised. But he'd learned that no matter how insufferable Biff could be, he had perfect instincts about sissyboys. "So what will the next spinoff be, Chief?" [Drumroll] "I'm calling it `Tweens with Teens.' No men in it. Just 10-12-year-old sissyboys with their 16-18-year-old lovers. It'll be romantic, not just sexual, and it'll remind every man in our target audience about the boyhood he should have had -- wished he'd had -- now can have in his fantasies. All that for only $59.95 and a nice bottle of wank-lube." Biff had spoken. Two -- The Target Market Danny Woodworthy looked at the first issue of "Sissy Boy: Tweens with Teens" with a mixture of lust and regret. Lust because it was EXACTLY the sort of things he should be doing with the object of his deep affections, his next-door neighbor, Blake Splitbum. Regret because 17-year-old Blake saw 11-year-old Danny as the "kid next door," not the "kid next door whom I want to fuck every day for the rest of my life." By all indications, [sob], Blake liked girls. Only girls. No matter how badly they treated him. Danny realized that there was no accounting for taste, but to him it was no contest. Danny was prettier than any of Blake's skanky girlfriends. Way prettier. And he was COMPLETELY willing to satisfy a wide range of Blake's needs -- no matter how utterly disgusting girls might think some of those needs were. Danny had been interested in Blake since the Splitbums had moved next door to Danny and his single Mom six months earlier. Right about the time that Danny was starting to have his hormonal feelings. Strong, hormonal feelings. That got stronger whenever he looked at certain men and certain older, hunky boys. Especially Blake. Danny could have found a man to take care of his basic needs. Men looked at Danny in an unmistakable way, even to a virginal boy. But Danny was a romantic. He wanted Blake to ask him for a date. Take him to a Starbucks (the 21st-Century malt shoppe). Bring him flowers. Ask him to go steady. Then fuck his sissy bum off. It was torture being so close to Blake -- sending him "fuck me" signal after "fuck me" signal and having the older boy miss every sign. Earlier that afternoon, Danny had looked out his bedroom window and watched Blake mow his family's lawn. With his shirt off!! Sweaty!!! An animal of potential lust that should be ravaging poor, defenseless, helpless, sissyboy Danny. Poor Danny. He skinned his five-inch penis's thick foreskin as he watched Blake's bare, sweaty muscles glisten in the sun. Blake was proud of his penis; he knew it was quite large for a boy his age. But he wondered if having a bit of a rammer would be off-putting to the alpha boy he hoped to "get busy with" in the near future. Danny scolded himself for thinking that far ahead. Blake hadn't even seem Danny's penis, let alone judged it. Why couldn't life be like the "Sissy Boy: Tweens with Teens" magazine the nice man at the paper store had given Danny for sitting on his lap and letting him kiss Danny's lips as Danny rubbed the man's red knob for a few minutes? Just until it "juiced." Not a real date. And Danny didn't want anything in return. Just the magazine. Blake had gone into the house, probably to shower, so Danny hopped onto his bed and began to skin his peeny as he read the magazine again. The first picture story was a scorcher. "Rex and Ian at Makeout Point." 18-year-old Rex and his lover, 11-year-old Ian. In Rex's convertible. With the top down. At a lover's lane. It started out with kissing. Lots of it. Cocks out and being fondled, of course. Then the spurting started. Lots of it. Ian first. Then Rex. Cum everywhere. Then they were in the back seat, naked. Ian's head consumed Rex's eight-inch mega-blaster! Was Blake's cock that big? Danny shuddered at the thought. How would it ever fit inside Danny's tiny hole? Danny would make it fit, or die trying. Rex blasted a big, thick load in Ian's face, of course. And Ian answered with his own creaminess, of course. Then the lovers got down to serious fucking. >From behind. With nice angle shots of Ian's grimaces of pleasure as the young beauty's bottom was violated by his boyfriend's ruthless cock. Ian's arcs of boy's cream made another great shot. As did the obligatory "cream pie" shot of Ian's stretched, raw bottomhole drooling his young man's love tribute to Ian's beauty. But the killer shots were the next three. The camera pulled back to show open convertibles on either side of Rex and Ian. The other two cars also held naked tween-teen couples. Fucking and cumming. As if tween-teen romances were the most normal of circumstances. Which should have been true of Blake and Danny. Oh, Blake, Danny thought. I want you inside me. Loving me with your cock. Making me yours. And that was the thought that evacuated Danny's pretty little pink bag. Making Danny cum so hard his eyes watered. Or was Danny crying over the way things should be. It was 2 p.m. Danny's mom wouldn't be home for another four hours. Summer vacation was boring. Though it wouldn't be boring if Blake would wake up! [Sigh] Danny cleaned up from his cum, then stood naked in front of his full-length mirror. And assessed himself. Not bad. Pretty face. Very pretty. Nice body. Maybe a bit slim, but that would change as he got a little older. His bottom was even prettier than his face. It was high and tight. Pink and inviting to the men of the world. His "boy's things" were also three of his best features. The vertical member of the trio was tall and proud, with a thick foreskin that exposed only the peehole unless skinned. Danny was hot! Was Blake nuts? Or just [gasp] straight? Danny slid on his bathing suit. A speedo that barely covered his "vitals." Which made him look even hotter than naked. Danny grabbed his Sissy Boy and the newspaper, along with a bottle of suntan oil and his sunglasses. A little sun on the deck would take his mind off Blake. And since he had just cum, he wouldn't need to even look at that dirty magazine. That he had brought with him. Just sun and the newspaper. The Woodworthys' deck was small and private. Which was great if Danny, at some point, needed to look at the Sissy Boy spinoff magazine again. That point was reached 15 minutes after Danny began sunning himself. Danny couldn't help himself. The second picture story was his favorite. It was entitled "Matt and Paulie Go All the Way" and it was dead onto Danny's fantasy about Blake and him. Oh dear. It was so exciting! Matt, a mega-hunky high-school senior, and Paulie, a stupendously beautiful sixth grader, had been dating for almost a month and had done everything except fuck, the copy at the beginning of the story told the overheated readers. That day, they would be checking into a motel and consummating their love fully. As a trembling, deliciously nervous Paulie looked on, Matt was shown slipping the motel clerk $100 to overlook the fact that they were obviously underage and had no luggage, save a plastic bag containing a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant, fresh panties for Paulie, and tampons so Paulie could minimize his leakage when he re-dressed. The two nervous, excited boys entered the room and undressed quickly. Matt to his boxers. Paulie to a pair of tiny, lilac panties. Danny winced a little at that. He had no panties and was afraid to borrow his Mom's. Maybe Blake would buy his some. His eyes filled up at that thought. Blake was a lost cause. Danny would have to move on. The boy moved on by turning the page. Matt and Paulie were naked on the hotel bed. Kissing and fondling each other's penises. Both boys were uncircumcised. Matt was huge. Paulie was small -- very small. That didn't prevent Paulie from producing a momentous spunk. Which his lover Matt answered straightaway. But that was old territory for the loving couple, as was the voracious feast Matt made of Paulie's asshole, which made the little cutie-pie scrunch his pretty face so sweetly as he blew a second load of boy's cream. A single picture showed Matt dilating and lubricating Paulie's boypussy with three loving fingers. But it was a classic. Paulie's facial expression told the readers that he was a boy who knew his time had come. He was about to be fucked by the person he loved more than anyone on earth. A person who loved Paulie with equal heat and passion. Poor Danny's cock twitched every time he saw that picture. It was risky to "free willy" outside on the deck like that, but Paulie and Matt were so much in love. The way he and Blake should have been. So Danny shimmied down his speedos and brought his "pretty things" into the sunlight. He touched his cockhead, looking at the succeeding pictures of Matt entering Paulie -- the look on Paulie's face as he surrendered his virginity it Matt's superior virility! Oh. Danny wanted at surrender to Blake. To give Blake everything! Oh! Danny began to spurt his thick cream, crying out "Blake" as the ropes flew. It was a monster cum. One he would always remember, but not for its intensity. Because when Danny opened his eyes, Blake was standing there. Eyes wide open. Looking at Danny in amazement. And something else. Was it disgust? Please don't let it be disgust. Danny would die!! There was no way Danny could talk his way out of that one. Blake saw him reading that ultra-gay magazine. Wanking himself and even [sob] calling out Blake's name as he spunked! Danny was caught sperm-handed. Maybe he could go into witness protection. Or lie about his age and join the Marines. Mmmmmmm. Marines! Blake was going to say something. Blake had to say something since all ambiguity was gone. "Sissy Boy: Tweens with Teens" had taken care of that. Blake spoke. "I had no idea." What does that mean? Danny's heart was till firmly in his throat. Then Blake said, "Your Mom asked me to check on you, you being home alone all summer. So after I did the lawn, I showered and came over. I had no idea." There he was again. Saying that. Just that. But at least he didn't call 911 to report gayness activity. Yet. Danny waited. Should he say something? No. Wait. Blake looked as if he were straining for the words. Then, "You're so beautiful. I've wanted you for some time, but didn't think you liked me `that way.'" Danny exhaled. And his cock twitched. Were all his dreams about to come true? Apparently so. Danny spoke at last. "My Mom doesn't get home for three hours." Good answer. Fifteen minutes later, a naked Danny and Blake were in Danny's shower. Kissing and fondling as Danny washed off the cum and suntan lotion. They hurriedly dried off and got onto Danny's bed, where Danny surprised himself by taking Blake's seven inches of man into his mouth and giving it the attention it deserved. Blake groaned out his appreciation, then showed even deeper appreciation by cumming hard into Danny's eager mouth. Danny was in paradise. Even more so when it was Blake's turn to surprise. Danny thought Blake might suck Danny's five inches, but what the man-boy next door did was even better. Blake boldly went where no man had gone before. He stuck his tongue into Danny's virgin "wrinkly" and ate away until Danny screamed and spunked. That was very nice. And it got Blake nice and stiff again. Danny's eyes fluttered open and he looked into Blake's eyes. Was his man going to fuck him? "I'm going to fuck you now, Baby. I want to use a lube, if you have some. But regardless, I'm fucking you." Danny shuddered with a heady mixture of lust and fear. "There's Spermbutt in the drawer," Danny croaked out. Blake dutifully applied the lube with three fingers that drove Danny's prostate wild. Which made the anal-centric boy spunk for a second time (his fourth of the day). Oh dear. It appeared that the preliminaries were over. All the dreaming and hoping had led to Danny, on his stomach, propped up by two pillows. His dilated, lubricated asshole fully exposed to the wild lust of a fire-breathing fuck-stallion. His fuck-stallion! Blake rubbed his knob against Danny's pussy opening. Savoring the moment. Enjoying Danny's entreating, "Fuck me" whimpers. Then he pushed. Danny saw stars. Painful stars. But he bit the pillow and soldiered on, knowing it would pass. The second thrust surprised Danny. He thought it had all been inserted with the first thrust. He was painfully wrong. Blake was big! Was there more? "That's all I've got, honey," Blake said. "You took it all! What a brave sissyboy!" Danny smiled through his pain. Blake gave Danny's asshole a moment to get used to its long-awaited guest. Then Blake began to fuck Danny with long, slow strokes. Clipping the boy's prostate with each thrust. Oh. This was WAY better than Danny had imagined it! Being fucked by the man he loved was spectacular. It was dazzling. Being loved by the man who fucks you is even better. Danny would make sure Blake loved him. That would be easy. Now that "Sissy Boy: Tweens with Teens" had removed the ambiguity in their lives. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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