Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 18:04:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stepmother (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. One – Welcome home (with changes) Eleven-year-old Aldo Bumblaster was VERY happy to be going home that late August Friday afternoon. Aldo's Mom had run what Aldo had considered a prison camp for the past eight weeks and Aldo was the only convict. Normally, Aldo lived with his Daddy 1,000 miles to the east of where Mom lived, but every summer, for eight weeks, Aldo lived with Mom and her succession of boyfriends. A different one each of the three summers since the divorce. At home, Aldo had Daddy. And all his school friends. At Mom's, Aldo had the television, video games and the creepy looks that Derek, Mom's latest flame, gave him. Mom was still so bitter about Daddy that Aldo and Daddy could only talk on the phone once a week. With Mom right there in the room. So Aldo didn't know what was going on in Daddy's life and vice versa. It would be so great to see Daddy again. And to have his cell phone back, since Mom confiscated it the day that Aldo arrived and didn't give it back until Aldo was going through security on his way back home. When the boy cleared security, he immediately called Daddy and poured his heart out about how happy he was about coming home. Daddy listened and agreed. "I missed you too, Buddy. A lot! And I have some great news too. I married again. You have a new stepmother. Somebody I know you'll like very much. I can't wait for you two to get together. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you, but we fell in love so fast and eloped two weeks ago. We're very happy and I know you'll be happy with my new bride too. I know you have to get on your plane, so we'll see you when you get in. Bye, buddy! I love you." Huh?!??!? What?!?!??!?! A new stepmother? Aldo was shattered. How could Daddy do this to Aldo without consulting him first? Aldo always thought that he and Daddy had a special bond. The two of them against the world. Or at least against the women of the world. Women like Mom. Who had cheated on Daddy on their wedding day and most days since, while Daddy stayed chumpily faithful and supportive until he couldn't do it any longer. And now Daddy was willing to risk what Aldo believed was an excellent status quo with a [choke] woman? And for what? Oh. Aldo got it. Daddy wanted sex. Aldo knew what sex was. He learned about it in school. And he heard Mom and her lover-of-the-year going at it for each of the 56 nights Aldo stayed with her each year. But Daddy didn't have to get married to have sex. Mom was proof of that. So why marry someone so fast? Without even telling Aldo. Or inviting him to the wedding. Aldo stewed about it during the entire plane ride. And wondered how much attitude he was prepared to give Daddy and his new stepmother. Oh no! Was she bringing her own demon spawn into the family too? Would he be like Cinderella, confined to domestic work while his stepmother and his two evil stepsisters went to some ball or other? Daddy and Aldo were going to have to sort all this out SOON. Aldo wanted facts, reasons and promises. He wanted ANSWERS! A big knot was in Aldo's stomach as he approached the exit from the airport's security zone. Daddy and SHE would be beyond that gate. Waiting for Aldo. Waiting to change his life. Aldo drew a deep breath and walked through. There was Daddy! Hi, Daddy!!! Aldo waved vigorously and his face ignited with a smile in spite of his misgivings. Aldo loved his Daddy that much. Aldo scanned Daddy's vicinity for someone who would fit the description of his new stepmother. But no one fit the bill. Was she waiting at home for them? That was a bit cowardly. Wait. Someone was standing close to Daddy. Very close. A boy. Aldo's age. Maybe a little older. He looked familiar. Sure. It was Jesse Jailbait, a boy who would be in seventh grade that year at St. Gaylord's School, where Aldo was a sixth-grader. Aldo knew Jesse. Nice kid. But why was he at the airport with Daddy? Waving at Aldo? Aldo ran to his Daddy and hugged him ferociously. It was wonderful to be back with Daddy again. It was a beautiful and private moment. Which made it odd that Jesse was standing there watching the private moment. As if he were invested in it too. Daddy held onto Aldo for a long time. When he broke the embrace, he said, "Aldo, Honey. I know you know Jesse from school. He's your new stepmother. Jesse and I are married." Aldo couldn't have heard that correctly. He wanted to ask Daddy to repeat what he said so that Aldo could hear what he really meant. But Jesse was holding Aldo and kissing him on the forehead and saying, "I'll be the best stepmother to you, Aldo. And please, call me, Jesse." Two – Home Again, Home Again For years following that moment, Aldo had no recollection of the car ride home or any conversation that took place except for a strange conversation going on in Aldo's head. Catatonia would be too weak a word to describe Aldo's state. Was it all an insane dream where Daddy had gone insane and done something insane? No. No it wasn't. George Bumblaster had married 12-year-old Jesse Jailbait two weeks prior to Aldo's return from Mom's Correctional Facility! Numbly, Aldo tried to understand what it meant for Daddy and Jesse to be "married." Would Jesse be living with Aldo and Daddy? If so, where would Jesse be sleeping? It was a three-bedroom house and Daddy had all his office stuff in the third bedroom. Had Daddy moved all that stuff out so that Jesse would have a place to... Wait! Would Aldo be kicked out of his room, with Daddy's "wife" sleeping where Aldo once slept? Would Aldo be forced to sleep on the couch? On the floor? Or even [sob] on a pile of rags in the basement? Or [gag], and this was almost too horrible to imagine, would Jesse be sleeping with Daddy? In his bed? Aldo's pretty eyes filled with tears at that odd notion. It couldn't be true. But what if it was? Husbands and "real" wives slept in the same bed. And if Daddy had gone crazy, maybe he would want Jesse to sleep with him? Oh no! Sometimes, Daddy slept NAKED! Would Daddy be in bed, naked, with Jesse? No way. Aldo was just working himself up for nothing. Daddy would never be in bed, naked, with any boy, let alone a 12-year-old like Jesse. People would get entirely the wrong idea. But if they were sleeping together, they'd be sharing the en suite bathroom. And getting dressed. So sometimes, it was inevitable that they would see each other naked! The mere thought of Jesse sneaking looks at Daddy's private parts while he peed or changed his underwear was making Aldo sick. And angry! Hold on. This is why people shouldn't overthink things. What if, Aldo thought (though it was a wild notion), Daddy and Jesse did other husband-and-wife stuff? Sex stuff. Stuff like that time when Aldo was seven and he walked into Mom and Daddy's bedroom. Mom and Daddy were both naked and Daddy was on top of Mom. Shoving what looked like his hard cock into what Aldo now knew was Mom's vagina. And Mom was squealing and encouraging Daddy to "Fuck me harder!" NO WAY!! Jesse and Daddy would NEVER do that stuff! In Aldo's estimation, that would be immoral, cruel, self-indulgent, short-sighted and, unless Aldo missed his guess, it was gay. Plus Jesse didn't have a vagina. And Daddy wasn't gay. So that settled that. The one thing such an act wouldn't be was illegal, since the Twenty-Eighth Amendment allowed same-sex marriage and the Twenty-Ninth reduced the age of consent for males to ten years and three months. But Aldo wasn't thinking about Constitutional niceties. He was wondering if he would have to give up his room to Daddy's new "wife." The trio arrived at the house and Daddy and Jesse helped Aldo carry in his things. Coming out of his stupor, Aldo noticed that Daddy and Jesse were very attentive to each other. The way Mom and Daddy used to be back when things were better between them. Jesse was smiling at Daddy and touching him whenever he could. Which raised every neuron of jealousy within Aldo. Right about the time that Aldo was wondering how he could slip some rat poison into Jesse's Gatorade, Jesse said, "I'll just fix us some dinner. Will you please help Aldo unpack, Da..., I mean "Mr. Bumblaster?" Aldo caught every nuance of that Freudian slip-up. Jesse almost called Daddy "Daddy." Daddy was NOT that little tart's Daddy!!! He was Aldo's Daddy! And what was with the Mr. Bumblaster stuff? If they were married, shouldn't Jesse be calling his husband "George?" What was going on? Carrying his son's bags, Daddy led Aldo upstairs to the boy's room. Which was untouched. He saw none of Jesse's stuff there, so, thank goodness, he wasn't sharing his room with Jesse. Or sleeping on that pile of rags in the basement. That was the good news. The bad news was where Jesse was probably sleeping. Aldo cleared his throat. "Where will Jesse be sleeping, Daddy?" Hoping that the boy slept at his parents' house. Or on a pile of rags in the basement. Daddy smiled. "Jesse sleeps with me, Honey," Daddy said. Confirming what Aldo had feared. Though he held out a slim hope that Daddy and Jesse were fully celibate. Daddy stabbed that hope in its heart with an icepick when he said, "Jesse and I are husband and wife, Aldo. We sleep in the same bed and make love in that bed too. I love Jesse and I love you. That doesn't mean I love you less. I love you more than ever. Jesse and I share a different kind of love." Aldo trembled fiercely for 15 seconds, then exploded in wailing sobs. Daddy held his boy as Aldo struggled to come to terms with a new reality. Sharing his gay Daddy with a prancing little sissyboy who may even let Daddy do naked things to him to gain Daddy's love. Why did Daddy need that kind of tawdry love, anyway? Horrible images pelted Aldo's psyche – Jesse and Daddy naked! Kissing! With their stiff cocks rubbing up against each other!! Which Aldo, even in his overheated state, still dismissed as preposterous. Aldo just wouldn't believe that Daddy and Jesse would be together in bed, naked, let alone kissing naked. And rubbing their naked stiffies. Aldo knew he had overreacted. But it was little consolation. Even if Jesse and Daddy just hugged and kissed, while fully clothed, of course, that was wrong, wrong, wrong! Oh dear. Was Aldo a bit jealous that he wasn't the one being hugged and kissed by Daddy? At that very moment, Aldo was sitting on Daddy's lap. Daddy was hugging Aldo and kissing his forehead. Telling him he loved him. Which was probably the extent of what Jesse and Daddy were doing. Still, Aldo deserved more of Daddy than Jesse did. Aldo resolved that, when his fingernails were long enough, he was seriously considering scratching Jesse's eyes out. That notion was a comfort to Aldo and the pretty boy stopped sobbing. He hugged Daddy, gave him a brief kiss just to the left of Daddy's lips, and said, "I don't like what you did, Daddy, but I still love you." Which was pretty much what Daddy usually said to Aldo when he was a bad boy. Role reversal. Daddy, knowing it was the best he would get for now, was pleased to get it. It seemed, Daddy thought, that Aldo was beginning to come to terms with Daddy ripping off Jesse's clothes and fucking the delighted, squealing, cum-squirting sissyboy any time of day that Daddy managed an erection. Which, over the past eight weeks, had been a frequent occurrence. Daddy had cautioned Jesse just not to be too obvious about it all. Like walking around the house naked, teasing Daddy by wiggling his cum-drooling ass at Daddy and flashing Daddy cum-hither looks with his beautiful, sperm-drenched face. The way things had been the past eight weeks. Daddy and Jesse would have plenty of "bone-burying" opportunities. No way was Daddy missing out on those. Jesse was being very mature about things so far, though, by Daddy's internal cock-clock, neither he nor Jesse had "emptied his bag" in nearly three hours. Thus, the hard-on that Daddy was sporting when Aldo was sitting on Daddy's lap was because Daddy needed some Jesse-time. And NOT because Daddy needed something sexual from Aldo. Who, Daddy had begun to notice for the first time, with the aid of a sharpened perspective in such matters, was one hot little piece of boy candy. So Daddy gently evicted Aldo from his lap, saying, "Let's see what your stepmother made us for dinner, sport." Aldo winced at Daddy calling that Jesse person his stepmother. And glanced at his fingernails. In three weeks they should be long enough. Three – First Evening Together Daddy was giving Aldo a nice paternal hug as they entered the kitchen. Which they had to break off when Daddy dove for the fire extinguisher. Aldo's stepmother, it seems, was the first budding chef in history to almost burn the house down making three peanut butter sandwiches. Aldo smiled at that. "I'll bet Daddy's rethinking about his choice of Jesse as his wife," the jealous beauty thought. But no. Daddy finished shooshing out the fire and, instead of giving Jesse a ration of "What the heck did you do?" as he would have, Aldo knew, had Aldo been the firebug. Instead, he looked at Jesse, who was sobbing his pretty eyes out at his clumsiness, and held his arms wide open to comfort the little sissy. To Aldo's thinking, Jesse put on a little too much of a "Daddy's my hero!" show, with a few sobs peppered here and there. "Don't you worry, Sweetie," Daddy said as he held Jesse in his loving arms. "Nothing bad happened. Aldo, would you please order us a pizza? I'm going to comfort Jesse in our room until the pizza comes. The poor sissyboy was really scared." Well! Jesse was getting "comforted" in Daddy's bedroom? While Aldo was working his dialing fingers to the bone ordering pizza? That pile of rags in the basement was getting closer and closer for Aldo, he thought. Aldo ordered two pizzas, one with pepperoni (his favorite) and one with sausage (Daddy's favorite). Too bad about Jesse's favorites! Then the boy went to the family room and flipped on the TV. Trying not to think about the "comforting" that was going on upstairs. Twice, Aldo heard what he thought was a muffled scream. Probably just more of that fake crying from that, what did Daddy call Jesse? A sissyboy! That's what that little puff pastry was. A sissyboy. Not rugged and manly like Aldo! Thirty-five minutes after the call for pizza, the doorbell rang and the pizzas were delivered. The delivery boy was Robbie, a 16-year-old neighbor kid whom Aldo had known all his life. And a good thing it was him, since Daddy had forgotten to give Aldo any money. Since he was in such a hurry to comfort Jesse. "Can we put it on our tab, Robbie?" Aldo asked. "Sure, Aldo," Robbie said. "Good to see you back from your Mom's. Say, Aldo, where's the boy who's been the one picking up the pizza from me the last few weeks." "Upstairs with Daddy," Aldo replied. Wondering why that mattered. Robbie looked disappointed. "OK, well, uh, tell him I said hi, OK?" Odd. Aldo set the pizza on the table and yelled up to Daddy that dinner was ready. Three times before he got a "Be right there" response. Then waited ten minutes before "husband and wife" reappeared. Oh my. That was some intense comforting up there. Daddy's hair was messed up and he looked really tired. Jesse glowed with something Aldo couldn't identify. And he had changed clothes. Jesse was wearing only a very skimpy, red, speedo bathing suit and one of Daddy's teeshirts that came down just above his pretty knees. He was barefoot. What happened up there over the course of 45 minutes? Well, no matter. The pizza was there and everyone was hungry, Aldo discovered that [rats!] Jesse liked both pepperoni and sausage pizza. The talk was actually pleasant. Daddy and Jesse were asking Aldo about life with Mom and they were all laughing at Aldo's descriptions of her tyranny. At 7:30, the pizza boxes were in the recycling and the evening loomed. But not for all three of them. During the cleaning up, Jesse had been giving Daddy little flirty looks and touches. The boy removed his teeshirt while washing dishes (didn't want to get it wet). And was 90% naked in Daddy's feasting eyes. Fifteen minutes of being cockteased was apparently Daddy's limit. "Uh, Aldo. Jesse and I are going to bed now. We're tired after all the excitement of seeing you again. You can stay up and watch TV until 10 if you want. Good night." Huh? Aldo was shocked as Daddy kissed him. Daddy never went to bed that early. Jesse kissed Aldo too. On the cheeks and then, so briefly, on the mouth. That was another shocker. Why did Jesse and Daddy want to go to bed so early? Maybe they were really tired. Or Daddy was giving Jesse some pointers on cooking. Or fire prevention. Maybe. Maybe not. At 7:31:01, the door to the master bedroom was closed and locked. Jesse's teeshirt was off and all he was wearing was an impossibly brief speedo. Oops. At 7:31:14, the speedo was gone and Jesse was gloriously naked. Daddy, being older and slower, was unable to achieve full nudity until 7:31:19. Neither lover had even moved away from the door yet. The two starving love beasts consumed each other's naked bodies with loving kisses and muffled moans. Muffled because Daddy had extracted a promise from his new bride to "tone it down a little until Aldo has a chance to get used to things." Toning it down was NOT Jesse's style. The sissyboy angel was an enthusiastic fuck who liked to scream encouragement and helpful suggestions (such as "Fuck me harder" and "Right there – that's my prostate" and "Oh, Daddy, you're an animal") to "Daddy" as they fucked. But Jesse, unlike 99% of wives, wanted his husband to be happy. And bringing Aldo on board with the new reality before Jesse and Daddy fucked on the kitchen floor with Aldo staring at them was a good idea. Mostly. Though Jesse had a different idea of what "toning it down" meant than what Daddy meant. Jesse would still dress and act sexy. Non negotiable. They would still make love at least seven times a day. Non negotiable. Jesse would still call his husband "Daddy" when they were alone. It always seemed to stiffen Daddy's cock when Jesse called him that. And Daddy's stiff cock was non negotiable. Jesse had an end game. Daddy didn't, other than doing all fucking behind closed, locked doors until Aldo went away to college. Jesse wanted to bring out Aldo's sissiness. Make him a true sissyboy. Which he believed Aldo already was, though he wouldn't admit it. If Aldo became a sissyboy, then Jesse and Daddy could prance around the house naked and fuck on the kitchen floor whenever they wanted. As they had over the past eight weeks. That was the strategy. But the moment they were in, naked, alone and sex-famished, was tactical. During the 45 minutes of pizza-delivery time, Jesse had managed to get Daddy to fuck him twice. The first time didn't involve enough foreplay and the second fuck was too rushed and desperate. Now they had twelve hours. No rushing. Nice, unhurried fucking. Mmmmmm. They would deal with Aldo's issues tomorrow. Jesse lay on the bed, on his back. The Love Angel opened his arms and spread his legs, knees up, in complete submission to his man. "I'm all yours, Daddy," he whimpered sissily. How did Daddy get so lucky? Meanwhile, downstairs, Aldo was watching a baseball game. Alone. Wondering what was going on upstairs in Daddy's bedroom. And trying not to think about it. It was all Mom's fault, Aldo thought. If she hadn't INSISTED on Aldo spending two incarcerated months with her, Daddy would have never been so lonely. And would never have "married" a boy one year older than his 11-year-old son. If Aldo had been with Daddy that summer, he would have given Daddy all the loving he needed and he wouldn't have needed that Jesse person. Though Aldo would never give Daddy the kind of loving that Mom gave Daddy when they were together. The kind where Mom got on her back and Daddy got on top of her and pushed his thick cock into her. And that Jesse person had better not even be thinking about getting onto his gay back and making Daddy gay by making Daddy rub his thick cock against Jesse's stomach or something. At that point in Aldo's life, he couldn't even imagine the notion of anal sex. Was that a squeal Aldo heard coming from Daddy's bedroom? Probably not. Daddy had a really thick door put onto his bedroom years earlier. So it would have to be a REALLY loud squeal to go through the door and downstairs so that Aldo could hear it. That sounded like Daddy groaning. Or maybe they were watching wrestling or something on TV. Aldo turned up the sound on the ball game and tried to forget about how much his life had changed. Three – Saturday It was a good thing that a) Aldo had a thick door on his bedroom and b) his bedroom was at the opposite end of the house from Daddy's room. Because Daddy and Jesse had a noisy night. Parts of which Aldo still heard. And attributed it to their leaving the TV on all night. Aldo awoke at 9:12 when Daddy kissed him on the forehead. "Come on, sleepyhead," Daddy said. "We have to go shopping for school clothes. Your stepmother's making breakfast." Rats, Aldo thought. That whole Jesse thing wasn't a bad dream. He liked Daddy's kiss on his forehead, though. What he didn't like was the way Daddy smelled – like Derek, Mom's friend, did in the morning after a night in bed with Mom. It was an odd smell. But he didn't have time to ask Daddy about it because he and Daddy heard Jesse downstairs screaming for help. They both ran quickly to discover that Jesse had set a fire again, this time while putting out corn flakes, milk and bananas. Daddy good-naturedly shooshed it out again with the fire extinguisher and made a mental note to double his homeowner's insurance. It appeared that Jesse was not destined for a career as a Top Chef. What Jesse was destined for became a little clearer to Aldo as Daddy hugged Jesse to comfort the little pyromaniac. Jesse was wearing a pink, see-through babydoll nightie so brief that it exposed the entirety of Jesse's balls and penis, as well as the lower three-quarters of his lovely bum. Jesse wore a girl's babydoll to bed?!?!?! Aldo was stunned. Daddy was surprised as well. Because when he left his young boywife eight minutes earlier, Jesse was naked, sitting on the toilet, letting gravity clear out his well-spunked bowels before breakfast. Daddy had already lovingly used a washcloth to clean Jesse's pretty face, tummy, bumcheeks. Neck, hair, legs, feet, penis, testicles and other parts too numerous to name; of Daddy's and Jesse's sperm and semen. It had been a glorious night. The 60th such night in a row since they started dating. Daddy was disappointed that Jesse had put on that sissyish nightie after Daddy had asked Jesse to tone it down a bit in Aldo's presence. Had Daddy pressed the point with Jesse, Daddy knew the pretty boy would say something like, "Oh, this old thing. I only wore it because I know you like to see me in it. And I love to please you." But Daddy didn't press it. One doesn't "press it" with someone who is giving one galactic-class pussy all day and all night. Daddy, being no dope, recognized Jesse's plan was to be open with Aldo about the extent of their marital activities. But he wasn't sure about the part B of the plan. Did Jesse see Aldo as a latent sissyboy? Was Aldo a latent sissyboy? If he was, what would that mean for things at the Bumblaster house? So many questions. So many fires to put out. Literally. "Jesse, Honey," Daddy said in a very loving voice, "Maybe I should do the cooking for a while. Just until you get some more lessons. Didn't your Daddy offer to teach you how to cook?" Jesse thought about protesting. He just KNEW he could make a baloney sandwich without burning down the kitchen. He just knew it. But the mention of his Daddy stirred Jesse's overworked penis. Every sissyboy worth his orgasms wears his pretty panties and dreams about his Daddy fucking him. Jesse's Daddy wouldn't do "it." Yet. Though Jesse's Daddy and Jesse had done quite a bit of kissing as Jesse's beauty deepened. And some cockfondling. Plus the occasional cocksucking – maybe four or five times a day. But Jesse's Daddy had standards. He would NOT be the one to take Jesse's virginity. That was an honor and privilege to be bestowed upon Jesse's husband. Daddy Bumblaster deeply appreciated his father-in-law's standards and was deeply thrilled to be the first man to fuck Jesse's delicious, virginal bottomhole. Deeply or otherwise. Jesse was delighted that both his Daddy and his husband believed that to be a fact. Though it was a bit off – historically and mathematically. Jesse's Uncle Mike had porked that fine pooper when the boy was nine years and 11 months old. Somewhere between 17 and 22 other men and boys had participated in Jesse's anal education since then. A fact that the men in his life at that moment, his husband and his father, need not know. What struck Jesse about his husband's offer for Jesse to spend time learning cooking with Jesse's father was that Jesse and original Daddy were now free to fuck! There being no virginity issues. And no honor issues. By Jesse's reckoning anyway. Which thrilled Jesse no end. Jesse loved his husband enormously, but Hubby surely didn't expect Jesse to be monogamous. Plus, Jesse was pretty sure that when this all played out, Daddy and Aldo would be doing the nasty whenever Jesse was at the ancestral home playing "hide the salami" at Jesse's Daddy's "cooking class." But that was for another day. As the embers died on Jesse's latest culinary pyrotechnics, Aldo looked at Jesse hugging Daddy, in that filthy, disgusting, girlie babydoll and had the absolute wrong reaction. His cock stiffened! Jesse was deliciously pretty. And with that girlish gear on, he looked like a half-naked girl. Aldo didn't see a lot of pretty, half-naked girls. So, naturally... Or was the stiffening for another reason? Seeing Jesse dressed like that, Aldo finally admitted to himself what was going on in Daddy's bedroom. They were doing SEX things! Together! With Jesse being the submissive, girlish, sissyboy. And Daddy being the alpha man. Dominating Jesse! Making Jesse do all the sex things Daddy wanted to do. Whatever THEY were. Those sex things were probably disgusting. But Daddy MADE Jesse do them anyway because Daddy was Jesse's master! Was it hot in there? Aldo was feeling a little flushed. He mumbled something about needing to go to the bathroom. Neither Jesse nor Daddy noticed. They were too wrapped up in cuddling after Jesse's second near-death, arson experience in two days. Aldo staggered into the downstairs bathroom, locked the door and sat on the closed toilet seat. His brow was in a cold sweat. And his mind was in great confusion. Even his cock was confused. Was Aldo erect because Jesse looked so gorgeous and Aldo wanted to do sex things with Jesse? Which would make Aldo GAY!!! Was Aldo erect because Daddy was so gorgeous and so in love with his sissyboy wife. Which clearly made Aldo jealous, but jealous of what? Was Aldo jealous of all the attention Jesse was getting from Daddy? Or was Aldo jealous because HE should have been the one in Daddy's room last night? Being "sex-thinged" by Daddy! Regardless, Aldo was gay for even erecting from those thoughts. Daddy rapped on the bathroom door, "Are you OK in there, Honey?" he asked Aldo through the door. "I'll be making breakfast so you won't need to wear fire-retardant pajamas. We need to get going if we're getting your and Jesse's school supplies today. School starts in 46 hours, you know." Don't remind me, Aldo thought. Everyone in school would know that Aldo's Daddy married a gay sissyboy over the summer. And Aldo was living with two gay people, so he must be gay too! Woe was Aldo. The sweet boy managed to pull himself together enough to leave the bathroom and report for breakfast – a smoke-free plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He ate it all, while trying not to sneak peeks of Jesse in that pink confection. Or at the "I want sex things from you right now" looks Daddy and Jesse were giving each other. None of which were aimed at Aldo. For all that rushing Aldo to get ready, it took Daddy and Jesse nearly two hours to shower and get dressed to go school-clothes shopping. Aldo admitted to himself why. [Sigh] Shopping for school clothes the Saturday before school opened was a Bumblaster tradition. Though St. Gaylord's School students wore a uniform, every Friday was a non-uniform day. So Aldo had to get new clothes that fit him and he could wear on Fridays. Aldo was moderately peeved that Jesse had to come along, but Daddy wasn't letting his new wife out of his sight. As Daddy held the door for Jesse to get into the front seat, Aldo suffered another indignity. For the first time, Aldo noticed that Jesse was wearing a diamond engagement ring the size of Macedonia. And a matching wedding band. That probably cost more than Daddy had spent on Aldo, his own son, in the past five years. Was there no end to this Jesse's arrogance? And Daddy's? The man didn't hold the door for Aldo. Just for that "wife" of his. Aldo sat in the back seat, stewing about things. Which was made even worse when neither Jesse nor Daddy seemed to care that Aldo was stewing. Man and boywife were chatting away about nothing during the 15 minute ride to the mall. Mostly ignoring Aldo. At least they weren't pulling each other's pants off, Aldo thought. Imagine if Daddy and Jesse had pulled their pants down to their knees and playing "cock tickles" while Daddy was driving. Then, a cop stopped them and saw their gay gaiety. It wouldn't matter that Aldo wasn't gay and was back-seat innocent. The cop would think Aldo was gay too! Aldo would probably be putting up with a lot of indignities like that until Daddy came to his senses and sent Jesse back to his Mom and Daddy. Then Aldo would be sitting in the front seat. But definitely NOT playing cock tickles as Daddy drove. Even though the thought of Daddy's big, hairy hand rubbing Aldo's skinned knob was way more thrilling to Aldo than he would ever admit. Aldo was expecting Daddy to turn into the mall where they always school shopped. But he drove another 1.8 miles to a big, stand-alone store with a big, mostly filled parking lot. Huh?! There was no sign identifying the store. Daddy dropped his helpless sissyboy wife at the front door and was rewarded with a disgustingly tonguey kiss, then Daddy and Aldo drove halfway to Katmandu to find a spot. Aldo was grumpy all during the walk to the store and Daddy didn't press it. The boy considered asking Daddy why they weren't going to their usual store – Hetero Haven. But he was too mad at Daddy to speak to him. Daddy explained anyway. "Your stepmother's clothing style is different from yours, Honey. We have to pick up a few things for him and then we'll all go to your store." When they entered the door, Jesse was chatting quite amiably with a good-looking, 45-year-old man in an expensive suit. They looked up when Daddy and Aldo entered and the man greeted Daddy warmly. "Mrs. Bumblaster was just telling me about your recent wedding. Congratulations, Mr. Bumblaster! And best wishes to you again, Mrs. Bumblaster. Your diamond is exquisite, but it hardly matches your loveliness, Mrs. Bumblaster." Mrs. Bumblaster? This guy was calling Jesse that? It was bad enough that Daddy kept calling Jesse "your stepmother." But "Mrs. Bumblaster?" Worse, Jesse was obviously liking it very much. The day was NOT going well for Aldo. It would get "worse." "And who is this?" the sycophantic man asked. "You must be Aldo. On their many visits here during their courtship they spoke of you often and with high praise. I can see why. You're a lovely young man." Aldo smiled a half-inch. If it were true, that praise was something good. But then, "Welcome to Sissy Boy World, Aldo. The megastore for all things sissyboy. We're busy every Saturday, but especially today with school starting Monday." Sissy Boy World?!?!?! Daddy and Jesse brought him, Aldo Bumblaster, to Sissy Boy World? Shame! Humiliation! Everyone knew it was where all the little nancies went for panties and stuff like that. Being seen there would remove Aldo's last shred of hetero reputation. Had anyone seen him going in there? The walk from the car had been long enough for anyone with a telephoto lens and a half hour to waste to track him down. The man saw Aldo's discomfort and realized his mistake. "I'm sorry, Aldo. I should have seen that you're not a true sissyboy. My mistake. My name is Henry Couture. Why don't you stay with me while your Daddy and his wife go shopping? Mrs. Bumblaster will be trying on lots of sissy outfits and lingerie and modeling it for your Daddy's approval. You won't want to see that, will you?" Aldo's facial expression of horror was all Mr. Couture needed to see. "If it's all right with you, Mr. and Mrs. Bumblaster, I'll keep Aldo here with me." Man and boywife quickly agreed and scooted off to the lingerie department. Where Jesse would be steaming Daddy up with his own personal nightie, stockings and garter belt show. And the steam would be released in one or more of Sissy Boy World's sensibly convenient "relief rooms." Leaving Aldo alone. With a man who manages a store with two ongoing, 24/7, sissyboy spunk parties; 12 "relief rooms;" oceans of boy-tailored panties and lingerie; a football field's worth of sissified clothing to be worn in public; and every naughty sex aid ever spawned. Alone. "I think they could be a while, Aldo. Would you like a soda or something?" Aldo accepted politely. He was ticked at his co-habitants, not at Mr. Couture. When Mr. Couture returned with the soda, man and boy chatted amiably. Interrupted now and then by men and their boys entering the store. Almost all of whom Mr. Couture greeted by name. Aldo had to ask. "Who are these men and boys, Mr. Couture?" "I'd say about half of the boys are here with their fathers. Father-son love, deep love, is a big part of sissyboy culture. Another two or three are a married couple, like your Daddy and stepmother. The rest are boys and their teachers, clergymen, neighbors, uncles, grandfathers or just sugar daddies." Aldo winced. Half were fathers and sons! Fathers and sons doing sex things together?!?!? Why wasn't Aldo more disgusted by that? Why had he been having thoughts over the past 24 hours about being the one Daddy took to bed instead of that Jesse person? Mr. Couture said father-son "deep love" was part of the sissyboy culture. Was Aldo a [gulp] sissyboy???? "I can see where this is a bit upsetting to you, Aldo," Mr. Couture said. "It's my break time. Why don't you and I get away from this front desk stuff and relax a little?" Some place where Aldo didn't have to look at all those disgusting sissyboys and their incestuous daddies and [ick] husbands sounded good to him. So he followed Mr. Couture into a room nearby marked "Relief Room Six." Which sounded even better. Aldo could use some relief from all this pressure on him. The room was nicely appointed with a single easy chair, a refrigerator with cold drinks and a double bed. For naps, probably. Nice. "I'm sorry there's only one chair, Aldo," Mr. Couture said. "I'll sit in it and you can sit on the arm. That's it. Now tell me everything that's happened to you in the past 24 hours. I want to hear it all." At last, Aldo thought. Someone who will listen. Aldo sat inches from Mr. Couture, who put his comforting hand on Aldo's hip as Aldo told the man every naughty detail, including his feelings. Except for the part where he was erect because of his feelings for Daddy. Mr. Couture didn't only listen, he saw into Aldo's soul! "Seeing Jesse with your Daddy made you realize that you wanted more from Daddy, didn't it? The kind of `more' you never thought you wanted. The kind of `more' that has you all erect right now. Isn't that true?" OMG! Mr. Couture UNDERSTOOD Aldo. It's every sissyboy's dream to be understood by a man. Aldo felt himself sliding off the chair's arm and onto Mr. Couture's lap. Had he done that or had Mr. Couture? No matter. He felt close to Mr. Couture at that moment. Very close. "I know that stress such as you've endured has been building up in you for some time, Aldo, my dear. The eight weeks with your mother and that thug. And then this. And look at your poor penis, tenting your shorts. It's aching for relief. May I help you get some relief, Aldo, my beautiful, sweet Aldo?" Aldo nodded. He only three-quarters understood to what he had just agreed. But the man was so kind and understanding. And Aldo needed something to relieve his monumental stress. It surprised him a little when Mr. Couture kissed Aldo full on the mouth, then inserted his tongue. It was frightfully thrilling. Not weird or gay. It was just relief. Like a neck massage you would get at an airport. The kind of relief poor Aldo needed after all that stress. The kind of relief that Mr. Couture, being a sensitive, caring man who understood Aldo, knew that Aldo needed. The hot kisses steamed Aldo up so much that he welcomed Mr. Couture's removal of Aldo's shorts and underpants as they kissed. Which wasn't gay at all. Relief was what it was. Oh! Mr. Couture proved again that he understood Aldo and his needs when he placed the thumb and forefinger of his right hand onto Aldo's foreskin and with amazing skill and sensitivity began to skin Aldo's penis knob most deliciously as they tongue-kissed. Aldo groaned with undiluted lust as Mr. Couture made Aldo's penis feel things he never knew were possible. While Jesse was thought to be an anal virgin when Daddy "married" him, Aldo was a true virgin. He had never even had a wet dream. Or a dry dream. No one had touched his penis since Daddy gave him his last parent-supervised bath at age six. He hadn't even touched his own penis for non-G-rated purposes. So imagine his delight when a man as skilled and loving with sissyboys as Henry Couture – a man who attended the in-house, 24/7 sissyboy spunk parties five or six nights each week (OK – seven) in order to "supervise activities" – applied his loving hand to the pretty boy's second most intimate place. Aldo squealed with sissyish delight. The squeal terrified Aldo for a brief moment (was he becoming one of THEM?). But his excited cock quickly distracted him from further dark thoughts. We would all be so much happier if we would just listen to our cocks more often. The man didn't just know what Aldo needed EMOTIONALLY. He understood Aldo's PHYSICAL relief needs too. Even though Aldo had never done a "sex thing" and didn't even know for sure that he needed one. The man was astoundingly magnificent! Aldo didn't want to break the kiss, but he did so for just a minute, to see what was going on. The boy's penis head was all red from the three gallons or so of blood that had rushed to attend to it. And it was leaking that very sticky stuff that it had been leaking pretty much since Aldo had been with Daddy and Jesse. And the way it did sometimes when [blush], Mom's boyfriend would look at Aldo that funny way. It felt so good, but it hurt too. His tiny balls ached in anticipation of something. Something that would bring Aldo and his balls that relief that Mr. Couture promised. Oh! Aldo was getting an unfamiliar rumble in his lower tummy. Little pangs of something or other. Not, "I have to pee" pangs. Much nicer. Were they the pangs that would bring him relief? Oh! Oh! That was a big pang! And he also felt things panging in his thighs. Something bigger. Aldo resumed the frantic tongue kiss and held onto Mr. Couture for support during what he anticipated would be a ride far rougher than the tilt-a-whirl at last year's fun fair. He was right. It was building and building and then... RELIEF!!!! Aldo's balls exploded. His toe tips disconnected and ricocheted around the room. His nipples erupted. But best of all, he shot five nice, hot, creamy strands of liquid on five high arcs of pleasure and relief. So that was what all the fuss is about, Aldo said to himself as his first orgasm disemboweled him. Well, it was indeed fussworthy. It appeared that nothing else in life was quite like it. In a separate epiphany, Aldo realized that it didn't necessarily matter whether one achieved the state he had just achieved because of interaction with a male or a female. It was still double secret awesome! So THAT was why Daddy married Jesse! So he would get that FEELING whenever he wanted it. And, if he loved Jesse, so Jesse would get that feeling too. Which summarizes the thought process of Good Aldo. Bad Aldo's thought process was a bit different. Why did Daddy choose that Jesse person to give him those feelings when Aldo, given a little education in such things, could have made Daddy feel just as good? Jealousy. Big glops of it. No consideration for the things that Jesse was doing for Daddy that may have challenged Aldo's tender sensibilities. Such as licking Daddy's hairy bumhole, sucking down three pints a day of Daddy's cum. Taking Daddy's fat cock into his bumhole six or seven times a day. Stuff like that. So Aldo's sex education was incomplete. The boy was also peeved that Daddy had been so open about his gayness. And the gayness of the boy he married. Flouncing around town with Jesse. Jesse wearing that big diamond engagement ring and wedding ring. Why couldn't Daddy just have had Jesse come to the house now and then for some kissing and that foreskin stuff that he had just done with Mr. Couture? So that Aldo wouldn't be inaccurately branded as gay by everyone they knew. Aldo could have filled in the gaps for Daddy – giving him fingers-on-the-foreskin and tongue-kissing relief when Daddy needed it. So Aldo still wasn't ready to forgive Daddy and Jesse. And he wasn't ready to do anything beyond kissing a very nice man and letting the man take him to heaven with his fingers on Aldo's foreskin. Although... The man did deserve a little relief himself for being so sweet, didn't he? And when Aldo looked down at his drooling, spent cock, he saw that the man's own cock had Houdinied itself out of his pants and was staring at Aldo. Asking, politely, for compensatory relief. Weeping a little as it asked. Oh dear. Touching a man's cock was a big step for Aldo. But it was the only fair thing. Mr. Couture had listened to Aldo. Had understood Aldo. Had then given Aldo what Aldo seemed to need most. Aldo laid his soft fingers onto Mr. Couture's cock shaft. It was so big and hot and hard! But it felt so right in Aldo's hand. Aldo almost giggled with delight when the man sighed with pleasure. Was that how Jesse was controlling Daddy? Holding Daddy's cock in his hands and kissing Daddy with his tongue in Daddy's mouth. Which, now that Aldo thought of it, he had better do with Mr. Couture. Mmmmmm. Kissing was awesome! Mr. Couture apparently thought so too. He was groaning with obvious delight as Aldo kissed him and began to pull his thick foreskin hither and yon. Convincing Aldo even more that he had identified Jesse's power over Daddy. So if Aldo wanted to give Jesse the boot, all he would have to do would be to kiss Daddy and rub his cock head until Daddy made those spurt things. Unless... Maybe there were OTHER things Jesse was doing for Daddy too. We know it wasn't cooking. But there could have been more complicated sex stuff they did. Although, Aldo could see that this stroking stuff seemed to have Mr. Couture into about as big a dither as Aldo had seen any man in. Sensing that Mr. Couture was getting near that "ending" thing that Aldo had done minutes earlier, the boy picked up the stroke pace to "ramming speed" as he broke the kiss for a moment and said, "Oh, Mr. Couture, you're the handsomest, most manly men I've ever met." And that was the little extra that did the deed for Mr. Couture's well-used balls. At first, it didn't even register with Aldo that Mr. Couture's volcanic spermruption was drenching his shirt as well as flying so high that the hot lava glanced his chin. The boy was so delighted that he had been so sexy and so pretty that the man blasted more sperm than Aldo would have thought was in North America in Aldo's direction. Aldo loved that he had made Mr. Couture so happy. And that Mr. Couture was so grateful, kissing Aldo sweetly and telling Aldo how beautiful and sexy he was. Aldo scarcely noticed when Mr. Couture removed Aldo's cum-soaked shirt and the boy was naked in Mr. Couture's loving arms. He did, however, notice when Mr. Couture said, "Let me show you something I know you'll like, Honey," then slid two fingers right up Aldo's bumhole. His bumhole! Aldo whooped in surprise. And, had he been able to form words, would have told Mr. Couture to STOP! The saddest word in a sissyboy's vocabulary. Instead, Mr. Couture's fingers reached Aldo's prostate before Aldo's brain connected to his vocal chords. What was the man doing?!?!? That part of Aldo that Mr. Couture was rubbing... It was so intense! So much dirtier and sexier than what they had just done! Aldo adored it. Though he had no idea what it was. The boy's penis adored it too – sticking up proudly in salute to Mr. Couture's skill and ardor as the man fingerfucked Aldo while he licked and sucked the boy's right nipple. Poor Aldo. Through a haze of lust, even Aldo could discern that what Jesse was doing for Daddy (and vice versa) was clearly multi-dimensional. Aldo could probably replace Jesse if Aldo worked at it. But it wouldn't be as easy as a kiss and a toss-off. Aldo was weeping openly as sweet agony assaulted him. His prostate orgasm lasted longer than his penis orgasm and the sperm count was lower. But the intensity level was way higher on the Spermbutt Scale (the internationally-recognized, scientific standard for orgasm intensity). What had the incredible man done to Aldo? Aldo was naked, with a man naked from the waist down. They had given each other orgasms with an extra, hot-and-spicy version for the boy. Could any of what just happened be considered "gay?" Was Aldo becoming gay? Even a full-fledged sissyboy? No way, Aldo reasoned. He wasn't even partially fledged. He had just passed the time with a nice, understanding man while his gay Daddy and Daddy's gay boywife were off buying gay clothes and doing gay sex things. Surveying the immediate future, however, it appeared that Aldo may have surrendered just a whisper of his moral voice with the gay couple. Because the clothing that Aldo had worn to the store, was pretty well spermed up. And it would take longer to wash and dry it than they had until Daddy and Jesse's return. Just then, to punctuate Aldo's predicament, Mr. Couture got a text saying that Daddy and Jesse were on their way to checkout. Aldo couldn't go home in those clothes. And he couldn't go home naked. So he did what any sissyboy would do in a bad situation while in a man's company. He began to cry and let the man extricate him from his mess. Mr. Couture was up to the task. "Sweetie, I wish we could spend more time together. A lot more time. But you have to go. With your reputation largely intact. Give me a minute." Aldo fretted for a minute or so as Mr. Couture made a call. Two minutes later, there was a sharp knock at the door of Relief Room Six. Mr. Couture went to the door and retrieved a package. "Here you are, Honey. The most hetero outfit we have. In your sizes. You better get it on, starting with these." Mr. Couture was holding up a pair of silky, dark-blue panties. Aldo gasped. He couldn't wear panties! But nudity was the alternative. Aldo slid them over his pretty legs. Oh! They felt marvelous. So silky against his privates. Was Aldo stiff again? [Blush] He was. Aldo next put on a lavender polo and shorts that used 55 percent of the material in his normal shorts, but were still way more modest than anything else in the store. Aldo felt half naked. Which, he reminded himself, was way better than fully naked. Thank goodness he had his hetero boat shoes and not some sandals that showed the world his toes. Aldo gave Mr. Couture a deep, goodbye kiss and thanked him for EVERYTHING. "I'll see if your Daddy would approve us getting together for dinner and a movie. Would you like that, Aldo?" Aldo blushed ferociously. A date! With a man. Well... Mr. Couture was very nice. And sweet. He taught Aldo some nice things to do. And he did have a really nice, big, hot, hard cock. "I'd like that very much, Mr. Couture," the boy said. They left Relief Room Six together and saw Jesse and Daddy walking toward them straightaway. Before either Daddy's or Jesse's dirty mind could get churning, Mr. Couture, Aldo's hero, stepped up and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Bumblaster, I spilled a cola on the boy and we had to find him a change of clothes, I'll have his soaked clothes cleaned, pressed and delivered to your home later today." Plausible? Not to Jesse. Who saw that "I just made a man shoot his sperm" look in Aldo's eyes. And, disconcertedly for Jesse, an "Oh, Aldo, my hot little sissyboy son. Look how hot you look in that Sissy Boy World outfit" look on Daddy's face. The mildly jealous boywife stepped forward, grabbed Aldo's hand and said, "I'm sorry we took so long, Aldo. We can stay just as long at Hetero Haven for you if you want." Jesse standing next to Aldo allowed Daddy to make a direct visual comparison of Aldo and Jesse. Jesse being dressed in shorts that barely covered his bottomcheeks or his pubes. And exposing his pretty toes and belly button for Daddy's pleasure. No way was Aldo going to Hetero Haven dressed as he was. Or taking Jesse in there dressed as he was. So Aldo said, "I think I have enough clothes for the start of school, Daddy." And that was that. On the ride home, Aldo tried not to look at the way Daddy was feeling Jesse up as he drove. That was too disturbing. But not nearly as disturbing to Aldo as the thoughts of the gay things he had done with Mr. Couture. A man! And how Aldo had practically said to Mr. Couture, "Oh yes, my big, studly man. I want to date you on Friday night and get naked with you and touch you all over and let you put your fingers into my bottom and kiss me again and again." Disturbing. The odd trio made an unscheduled stop before going home. Daddy declared that it was time for lunch and, until he could get his fire extinguishers refilled, there would be no more food preparation at home. Aldo liked eating lunch. And it would delay getting home and sitting alone as Jesse and Daddy went to Daddy's room and did despicable sex stuff. Not the good, clean sex stuff that Aldo and Mr. Couture had done. Daddy parked the car at a nice coffee shop and [ick] hustled around to open Jesse's door and help him out. Long, luscious legs first. Aldo harrumphed a bit, but followed them in. Looking in more detail at the disgusting way Jesse was dressed. The sissy was practically begging men to put their hands on him. And Daddy's body language was saying, "Screw off, World. This hot little piece belongs to me." Ick. The place was crowded. By Aldo's count, 42 male heads turned when Jesse appeared at the entrance. Jesse sissied into the coffee shop, pretending not to see the vast array of erections he engendered. But wait. Daddy followed Jesse and Aldo lagged by ten feet. Were 34 of those heads now looking at Aldo? With gay lust in their eyes? Aldo's blushes were as red as the election map in Texas. Did those men see Aldo in that toned-down Sissy Boy World outfit and deduce that Aldo, like the obviously sissyish Jesse, was GAY?!?!? Horrors! Mostly. Even Aldo could enumerate the implications. Even without the aid of super-slutty clothes, more men were attracted to Aldo than Jesse. Why? In Aldo's opinion, Aldo was prettier than Jesse. Fresher faced. Less used. And it was fact, not opinion that Aldo was younger. That line of thinking was a comfort to Aldo. Though he wasn't sure why. During lunch, the stares were difficult to score, cast as they were in the direction of the Bumblasters' table. Daddy seemed to enjoy the other men's unrequited lust as much as his son and his boywife did. What man doesn't want to feel like THE MAN? So by the time the trio got home, they were all a bit sexually steamed. Daddy and Jesse excused themselves and took the stairs two at a time to their bedroom. Leaving Aldo all sexed up with no place to go. So, if this were fiction, rather than my true, accurate recitation of a true story truly, something coincidental would happen. "Ding-dong." The doorbell. Aldo hesitated just a smidge. Considering how he was dressed. But was curious about who was there. Oh my. It was a delivery man from Sissy Boy World! And 41 bags of recently purchased items. Jesse, it appeared, knew how to spend his hubby's money. Aldo watched in amused awe as the delivery man, actually a blond, hunky, 18-year-old man-boy, carried the bags into the living room. When the 41st bag was on the couch, the man-boy said, "Mr. Couture wanted you to have these two bags, not your stepmother. And he'll pick you up at 6:30 on Friday night." That again, Aldo thought as he blushed crimsonly. He was having second thoughts about that "date." Aldo thought, what must this young man think of me, dressed like this and dating a man? And, oh no. Daddy hadn't left him any money to tip the young man. "Don't worry about the tip, Honey," the young man said. "Your Daddy already paid it. But I sure would like a kiss." Aldo was horrified! And terrified! Did the whole world think Aldo was a gay little princess now? But 41 bags was a lot. And the young man was polite – asking for a kiss instead of just taking it. Plus Aldo and Mr. Couture had sort of kissed and Aldo didn't die. "OK," Aldo said in a small voice. The young man smiled broadly and moved in for his reward. "You're so beautiful," he said, just before consuming the boy's mouth a lips and tongue and saliva. It was a stupendous kiss. And before Aldo knew what was what, the young man had Aldo's shorts and panties at his ankles and was pleasuring the boy's peanuts and pricklet with his very skilled, loving fingers. Then, and I'm not making this up, the young man slid two fingers into Aldo's bum and found that spot that Mr. Couture had introduced Aldo to before. All of which enhanced the kiss. Was this the world Aldo was living in now? If so, Aldo had to admit, it was not awful. The overheated boy squealed helplessly and shot his boy's cream all over the young man's Sissy Boy World delivery uniform. A uniform that had withstood many similar assaults. The young man kissed the boy until Aldo's last spasm had passed, then said, "My name is Eric. I'm free Saturday night. I'll pick you up at 6. My cell number is on my card. Really looking forward to it, Sweetie." And he was gone. Oh no. Now Aldo had two dates with men for the weekend. A drooling cock. His pants and panties around his ankles. And two mystery bags from Mr. Couture. Aldo pulled his drawers up, grabbed his two bags and staggered up to his room. He locked the door and, for some reason, he stripped to his panties before opening the first bag. Bummer. It was just his clothes from that morning, cleaned and folded. But what was in the second, heavier bag? Oh my. First, a note from Mr. Couture. "You're so beautiful and so exciting. I'm counting the minutes until Friday at 6:30. Here are some things I hope you'll enjoy. Love, HC." Aldo blushed again. Was Mr. Couture falling in love with Aldo? Did Aldo have that kind of power over men? He reached into the bag and found... a dozen pairs of incredibly sexy, incredibly diverse panties. Could he wear them? Which pair should he wear for his date with Mr. Couture? For his date with Eric? Wait, there was more. Two bottles. One said, "Slickyboy Masturbation Cream" and the other was "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant." Aldo knew that what he and Mr. Couture had done was called masturbation, but why did you need cream for that? And what was an anal lubricant for? Was there more? Three last items. Two comic books, one named "Shooting Lessons with Mr. Jones" and the other named "First Suckies." The last item that he pulled out, Aldo was sure he would never open. It was that filthy, ultra-gay publication that had all those TV ads and was sold at supermarkets – "Sissy Boy!" Before the poor, overloaded boy could avert his gaze, he saw a disgusting picture of a very lovely, naked boy, smiling at the camera through a glaze of facial sperm. The young beauty's stomach was frosted with what had to be a discharge from his pretty, little, drooling cock. Oh dear. Aldo's silky, dark-blue panties were rubbing his knoblet, which, in all the excitement, had peeked out from his foreskin. With more conviction than he felt, Aldo hid the bag with the dozen new panties, anal lube and two of the magazines in his closet. The boy was too aroused to ditch the Slickyboy and "Shooting Lessons with Mr. Jones." He took them to bed with him Lying on his back, Aldo opened "Shooting Lessons with Mr. Jones." It was an extremely well-drawn collection of black-and-white pencil drawings so lifelike that one could "see" the flush in boys' faces as they pursued their prurient self-interest. The comic book was 32 pages in length, published by a group called "Spermco," priced at $14.95, and drawn by a skilled artist named "Teri." Was Teri a man? Woman? Sissyboy? Pantyboy? Who cared? The drawings were astounding. The cover showed two beautiful, naked, pre-teen boys in bed, on either side of a hunky, mid-30s, hairy, man's man. They were all looking at the reader and smiling. With good reason. Each of the three had sperm and semen all over his stomach, chest, and testicles, as well as drooling from his drooping cock. Each of the three was holding up a hand, also covered with man's and/or boy's cream. Aldo thought – That man and those boys were doing what Mr. Couture and I were doing. And [blush] what Eric just did to me! Aldo groaned. Then lowered his panties until they were around his right ankle. Slid some Slickboy onto his right hand. Opened the comic book with his left hand. Oh! The two beautiful boys, one blond, one brunet, walked home from school together. Blondie says to Brownhair, "Mr. Jones, our neighbor, taught me to shoot. Want me to show you?" Brownhair doesn't bat a pretty eye when Blondie tells him that the shooting lessons will take place in Blondie's bedroom and they'll both be naked. Blondie puts a whole bunch of Slickyboy on his right hand and they climb into bed together. Like Blondie, Aldo drenches his right hand with Slickyboy. Then begins to tease his tiny tickler and attendant pearls with his slick hand. Oh, that felt good. On the next page, Brownhair is on his back. His lovely four-incher is at full attention as Blondie strokes it and kisses Brownhair with lots of tongue. Brownhair is whimpering and you can see that he's fatally excited, until, three pages later, he arches his back, gasps and HEAVES his creamies all over his tummy, erect nipples, and Blondie's soft hand. Oh, the expression that "Teri" drew on Brownhair's pretty face! Need. Lust. Liberation. Deliverance. Being a generous boy, Brownhair returns the favor. Three pages of Blondie on his back, gloriously naked, followed. The yellow-haired angel "endures" Brownhair's ardent kisses and Slickyboy-aided love-tickles. With Brownhair on his left side, the reader could see the sweet angel's parted bumcheeks as he kisses Blondie. Though then medium was black and white, there is no mistaking "pink." And the reader sees Brownhair's delicious pink. Was it was the sight of Brownhair's bumhole or Blondie's ferocious orgasm that pulled all that sperm out of Aldo's sweet testicles? No matter. Aldo was pretty sure that he was feeling something just as intense as Blondie did as they both shot their creamy loads. Aldo had no idea that rubbing his penis with some slippery stuff while looking at some high-quality porn (a rare species) would produce such a pleasurable result. Would it work that way again if he climbed into the ring for a second round? Aldo used some of his own cream to rub up his wilted, but far-from-lifeless penis and turned the page. The pretty boys were kissing and rubbing their penises and cum-drenched tummies. Delicious! But we know that there's more to do in bed when you're naked than that, don't we? So, implausibly, but visually stunningly, "Mr. Jones" appears. Naked, of course. With a hairy chest, tight butt and a hardon the size of Luxembourg. "This is Mr. Jones, my neighbor. He taught me to shoot," Blondie says to Brownhair. Who should be near-fatally startled. But appears to be merely dazzled by the 30-year-old man's prominent assets. The man first produces a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then liberally douses the fingers of both hands with the slippery product. Then he gets into bed and lieson his back as the boys eagerly take up positions on either side of him. Each boy lies on his side facing Mr. Jones. The man enters each boy's bumhole with a Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-laced finger. The boys' ecstasy is apparent as each strokes the man's fat cock and balls as he takes turns kissing them. All the while, torturing each boy's prostate until tears filled four pretty eyes. Over the next six pages, each boy shoots his stuff, followed by Mr. Jones's massive emission. But what made Aldo shoot his own sweet stuff was the following page, where the boys and man begin to lick up each other's creamy spendings. Aldo imagined himself in bed on Friday night with Mr. Couture – both naked – making each other shoot! Then on Saturday night with Eric – lapping up Eric's cream after making him squirt. But worst of all, he imagined being in bed with Jesse. One day after school, before Daddy got home. Naked. Kissing. Making each other shoot their boy's cream. It was such a naughty thought that Aldo's orgasm seemed to go on and on. And then he fell asleep. And awoke with Daddy in his bed. Daddy was NAKED! And he was stroking Aldo's penis with his rough, but loving hands. Skinning the knob just right. Making Aldo frantic with both lust and incestuous guilt. Aldo knew he shouldn't do it, but he touched Daddy's cock too. He felt its hardness all over. From his fat balls all the way up to his tender, weeping, throbbing head. Daddy was grunting in a really sexy way and Aldo was so happy that he was pleasing Daddy. Daddy looked as if he was going to shoot his cream at any minute. Aldo had the same feeling. It was so beautiful and... KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!! Huh? Where was that knocking coming from? Who was knocking? Wait. Where were they? KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!! "Are you OK, Aldo? Why is your door locked? Your Daddy said to tell you that dinner's ready. He cooked it, not me, so the fire department can stand down." Rats! It was a dream! The "feeling Daddy's cock and making him cum" part, not the "looking at the comic book and making myself cum" part. As Aldo emerged from Sleepyland, he had the presence of mind to congratulate himself for locking the door. He could have never explained away his condition otherwise. Cum-drained. Glazed tummy. Open bottle of Slickyboy. Naked. He managed to say, "Be right there, Jesse." Then he hustled to clean up and get dressed. So that Daddy and Jesse would never know what a queer little sissyboy he had just been. But Daddy and Jesse already knew that Aldo was well on his way to sissyboyhood. And not just because Jesse could smell cum and Slickyboy through Aldo's bedroom door. Smiling to himself, Jesse went downstairs to rejoin his husband. Who had "joined with" Jesse three times while Aldo was wanking and napping. At dinner, everyone pretended they were the 21st-Century Waltons until Daddy asked Jesse, "So is everything ready for your bridal shower tomorrow, Honey?" Jesse smiled at Daddy and said, "Oh, yes! Thank you Da..., I mean Mr. Bumblaster. Sissy Boy World is catering it and I registered for gifts there too. I went over the last details with Mr. Couture while you and Aldo were parking the car today." Aldo was completely puzzled. "What's a bridal shower?" Daddy began the answer. "Brides invite their friends to a party. Their friends bring them gifts so they can set up house with their new husbands. Stuff like toasters and dinner plates." "That's right, Aldo," Jesse continued. "But I know I won't be getting any toasters for two reasons. First, I'm a fire hazard [giggle}. And second, I registered for gifts at Sissy Boy World. And they only sell...certain things." "Two other things, Aldo," Daddy continued. "A bridal shower almost always happens before the wedding, but we got married very quickly. So tomorrow's shower will be different in that way. Second, husbands are NOT welcome at a bridal shower, so I won't be there. I want you to be there, Aldo, because you need to be around people your own age more. And your stepmother's friends are all aged 10-12, aren't they, Honey?" "Yes, Da...Mr. Bumblaster. Six of my sissiest friends." Aldo was going to be stuck in the house all afternoon with seven disgusting nancyboys? Could his life get any worse? Of course. "Oh, Aldo," Jesse said. "I can't wait to introduce you. Though three of the sissyboys are kids you've known since kindergarten. I won't spoil the surprise about who they are." He's known sissyboys all his life? Hiding in plain sight? They would see Aldo tomorrow and think he was one of them? Fear!! Dismay!! Horror!! But wait. There's more. "I hope you don't think that I bought all this stuff at Sissy Boy World for myself and neglected you. What kind of a stepmother would do that? I have five nice bags of things for you. Pretty things. Things you'll want to wear for Mr. Couture on Friday night." Daddy and Jesse knew about Mr. Couture? About what they had done in Relief Room Six? And their "date" for Friday night? It was small comfort to Aldo that they didn't know about Eric and Saturday night. Or did they? Aldo's face was crimson with shame. He couldn't even look at Daddy or Jesse, though he followed Jesse up the stairs, carrying the five bags of sissyboy abominations. Jesse offered to help Aldo put things away, but Aldo just shooed him out and locked the door. Was everyone now assuming that Aldo was no longer fiercely hetero? That he wanted men pulling his foreskin, kissing him and rubbing his asshole with their thick fingers? The poor boy flung himself onto the bed and wept. For about 12 minutes. At which point, it occurred to him that his "experiences" with Mr. Couture and with Eric hadn't been totally awful. And there was the matter of the volcanic, titanic eruptions that sissyboy-centric comic book had engendered. He wasn't a sissyboy. He was just experimenting. He could quit anytime. He didn't want to quit just yet. Though he would certainly make it plain to everyone at that "shower" thing that he was NOT one of "them." He was just passing through. Not parking, visiting the gift shop or staying overnight. His curiosity consumed him about what was in the five bags. So he got up and looked. Oh! Panties. More than he would ever wear. He had to admit – the panties felt good. Oh, oh! In the second bag, there were "night clothes." Babydoll, chiffony things that screamed sissyboy. The pretty boy selected a yellow piece of diaphanous fluff and held it against his body. What would Mr. Couture think if he saw Aldo in that? Aldo would be able to speculate about that better if he tried it on. Aldo slid his clothing off, got naked and slid the nightie over his head. Then looked in the mirror. Wow! He was scorching hot. And his penis was stabbing his belly button. Would Mr. Couture think Aldo was scorching hot? What if Mr. Couture took Aldo back to his house for their date and he FORCED Aldo to wear that nightie? What other kinds of things would Mr. Couture FORCE Aldo to do? Or what if [gulp, blush] Daddy were to burst into Aldo's room right at that very moment and saw Aldo in that nightie? Would he call Aldo a disgusting little sissyboy and spank him? Not bloody likely. Would he grab Aldo in his big, Daddy-manly arms and kiss him? And rub his body (and stiff cock) against Aldo and put his fingers into Aldo's bottomhole the way those other naughty men did? Would Daddy say, "Oh, Aldo, Honey, You're so beautiful! I don't know why I married that Jesse person. I have everything I need in you. Excuse me a minute while I kick Jesse out the front door and throw all his clothes out the bedroom window." That would be exquisite! Except for the incest part. Aldo didn't want to do sex things with his own Daddy. Aldo's cock disagreed. It was achingly stiff. And his balls were as painful as watching a cricket match is to an American. Maybe he'd better take the nightie off. That would calm him down and stop him from having naughty thoughts. Oh! He was naked. Looking into the mirror and still having bad thoughts. What if word got around school about his sissyboy stepmother? And that Aldo went to a party at his house with Jesse and six other little perverts? Would the men teachers figure Aldo was "fair game" and try to have him stay after school? Where the teacher and Aldo were the only people in the building? Would a teacher MAKE Aldo strip naked and then tell him how beautiful he was? And how the teacher was really hetero, but Aldo was so exceptional he would make an exception? Aldo felt that naughty business stirring his balls again, so he tore his gaze from the mirror. Reluctantly. He knew what would settle him down. An further inspection of the bags from Sissy Boy World. A third bag was stockings, garters and teddies. Aldo wisely set that aside. A fourth was sexy footwear, such as sissy sandals and sissy shoes, like black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes and turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. Another H-Bomb in waiting. The last bag, it appeared, was outer wear. The stuff a boy could wear on the street without getting arrested, but would certainly be noticed. Skimpy short shorts that would package Aldo's fine bum enticingly for any perv in the zip code. Ick! Aldo could never wear those! Though he did have to wear something for his date with Mr. Couture on Friday. And he didn't want to look frumpy. Hadn't Jesse said something at dinner about short-shorts on boys? Oh, yeah. "If girls our age can show off their long legs and shapely bums, why can't we?" Which did make some sense. Aldo decided that he needed to put all that stuff away so that no one could see any of it and draw the entirely wrong conclusion about Aldo's hetero inclinations. And he would put it all away. Right after he relieved the massive ache in his testicles. Aldo returned to the hiding place of the "literature" and the lube. He extracted "First Suckies" and the bottle of Slickyboy. What did they mean by suckies? He would soon find out. The comic book was also a high-quality, pencil-art, Spermco Publications masterpiece by artist "Teri." Aldo settled in, on his bed, on his back, naked as the truth. The cover showed a beautiful boy Aldo's age, perhaps younger, naked and kneeling toward the camera. His face was drenched in sperm. His face! How did that happen, Aldo wondered. Had someone shot sperm that far? From his penis all the way to that boy's face? Aldo was still quite the neophyte. Aldo turned the page. Two lovely boys again. Let's call then One and Two. One and Two are naked, standing and kissing hungrily. Rubbing stiff cocks. Suddenly, Two drops to his knees and begins to kiss and lick One's balls! His balls! One really likes this, but likes it even more when Two starts to lick his way up One's shaft all the way too his drooling peelips. Then, to Aldo's horrified delight, Two takes One's penis head into his mouth! Adoring it, in a close-up page, with his tongue!! A boy was licking another boy's penis! Revelation upon revelation it had been for Aldo that weekend. Aldo knew that some girls, probably in a school other than Aldo's, licked and sucked boys' penises. They were called "cocksuckers" and, although Aldo had never met one, he had never thought of cocksuckers as anything other than feminine. Boys were cocksuckers too? Aldo slid some Slickyboy onto his fingers and touched his cockhead. Just then, the thought entered Aldo's mind that Jesse was a boy cocksucker and the little tramp was sucking Aldo's Daddy's cock!!! That notion blew the doors off Aldo's sperm cellar. Big cords of sperm lit up the sky in Aldo's bedroom. The idea of a boy, even Jesse, sucking Daddy's cock was stupefyingly thrilling to Aldo, for reasons buried at the molecule level of his DNA. So that was how Jesse seduced Daddy, Aldo thought as his orgasm subsided. He pulled Daddy's pants down got down on his slutty knees and sluttily gobbled Daddy's penis until the manly victim succumbed to the evil that was Jesse. Jesse swallowed it all too. Aldo was sure of that. Imagine having Daddy's cock in your mouth, Aldo thought. Slurping up all his manly juices. Jesse must die. NOTE: More about our conflicted hero in part two – the bridal shower – Aldo's new friend he meets there – life with Jesse and Daddy – school days as an alleged sissyboy (though Aldo knew he wasn't) – the date with Mr. Couture – more? I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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