Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 07:25:37 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Seven (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stepmother Seven (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and neither should you. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. Part Seven Poor Aldo. He had really been hoping to spend that Thursday evening in bed. Alone. Sleeping off some of the almost non-stop sex he had been mostly (well, OK, completely) enjoying. But way back when Aldo was seven years old, Daddy's older brother, Uncle Mike, told Daddy that Aldo was so cute that he couldn't stop thinking about fucking Aldo. Daddy "defended" Aldo, of course. He called his brother a few names out of the gay slurs handbook and made a promise he thought he would never have to fulfil: "You can fuck my son, Mike, the day after I take his anal virginity." At the time, Daddy thought that was about as likely as a budget bill getting through Congress unanimously. But a deal is a deal. Daddy, or so he thought, took Aldo's anal virginity on Wednesday. He then called Uncle Mike to tell him to report for a very pleasant "duty" on Thursday. Uncle Mike covered the 254 miles between their homes at warp speed. Leaving his wife and teenage daughters in his dust. Uncle Mike had always been Aldo's favorite relative. And the boy was flattered by Uncle Mike's ardor. Aldo was learning that sleep, rest and a relaxed anal sphincter were overrated. Plus, Aldo was constantly being reminded that the other sissyboys of his acquaintance had all started "giving it up" way before Aldo's ripe age of eleven. So Aldo had some catching-up to do. As Aldo led Uncle Mike into his boyish bedroom, it appeared that catching-up would soon commence. Not knowing Uncle Mike's carnal history, Aldo could make strong deductions from what Jesse had "suggested" that Aldo wear: black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings with matching garter belt. Black, diaphanous peignoir. Black, one-inch-heeled bedroom slippers with a pink powderpuff on the instep. No panties. Uncle Mike, Aldo inferred, still had strong delusions of his own heterosexuality. So Aldo dressing all-girlishly made it a bit easier for the randy man to "perform his duties" with a sexy young boy. Aldo wondered whether Uncle Mike pictured young boys, Aldo in particular, when he was fucking Aunt Claire. He also wondered whether Uncle Mike fantasized about fucking his own daughters – Madison, aged 13, and Brooklyn, aged 14. Which was way more than Aldo needed to know. Plus, his thinking apparatus switched off when Uncle Mike sat on the bed and slid Aldo's black peignoir down to Aldo's elbows – exposing Aldo's creamy shoulders for hot kisses. Having fucked only females to that point in his life (though fantasizing about pretty boys), Uncle Mike knew about foreplay. Aldo hadn't experienced real foreplay yet and admitted to himself that he liked it. It may cut down on the number of fucks on the scoresheet, but it could also increase the number as well. Anyway, Uncle Mike was in no hurry as he butterfly kissed Aldo between his shoulders and his neck. Aldo purred with lust. And his peignoir slipped down to expose his "titties" to the "recovering heterosexual" who shared his bedroom that night. What fine titties they were, Uncle Mike mused. Dark pink and oversized for a boy (or a girl). Erect with lust as Uncle Mike licked, kissed and adored each in turn. Aldo's nipples were bigger in diameter than Madison's or Brooklyn's. Madison's titties were barely a mouthful, while Brooklyn's were approaching a B-cup. All of which Uncle Mike knew first hand. And mouth. About his girls. But neither of Uncle Mike's girls had worn lingerie like Aldo was wearing. Nor offered their entire selves to their Daddy the way Aldo was giving himself to Uncle Mike. It was true what Uncle Mike's little brother (Aldo's Daddy) had said to Uncle Mike when Daddy had first "tried boys." "Girls have two pussies, which is nice for variety. But they don't have a cock and they're stingy with sex. Plus, sooner or later, they'll nag, manipulate and emasculate you." Wise words. If Daddy had just let Uncle Mike "try" Aldo three or four years ago, things would have been better all around. But Daddy hadn't wrapped his head around things quite yet at that point. Nonetheless, Uncle Mike was trying Aldo now and the man was enraptured by the boy's responsiveness and, well, gratitude. Each nipple-lick Uncle Mike laid onto Aldo drew an appreciative moan or grunt of lust. Plus the occasional and delightfully sissyish squeal. Deeming the boy sufficiently warmed up for the next stage of the proceedings, Uncle Mike asked Aldo to stand and remove the peignoir. Aldo smiled and stood facing his defiler-to-be. Smiling teasingly, the pretty boy let the lacy garment fall and puddle on the floor. Revealing all of Aldo's magnificent charms. Even without the lingerie, Aldo was gloriously beautiful. But in black seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings, Aldo was every "straight" man's cum-drenched dream-come-true. Aldo managed a cute blush as Uncle Mike "abused" the boy with his eyes. And what a delight it was to see Aldo's half-hearted attempt at modesty. The young beauty's left arm tried to cover his nipples while his right hand tried to cover the pink glory of his aching, straining, fully-skinned-back, drooling cock and full testicles quivering for release. It was a miracle that Uncle Mike didn't cream his pants. Which were still on, by the way. An error that Uncle Mike immediately corrected. The straight-but leaning Uncle Mike was particularly affected when, at his masterful direction, Aldo turned around to show the man his fine ass. In addition to the ass being framed by garters and stockings, which will make any "four" at least an "eight" in a typical male's reckoning, Aldo's one-inch-high-heeled puffy slippers made Aldo's bum stick backward just enough to suggest an implicit offer of anal delights for the beholder. Uncle Mike gulped. And thanked his brother for this greatest of gifts he had bestowed upon him. Assuming, of course that said "gift" was willing to accept Uncle Mike as his lover for the evening. That potential caveat seemed to have dissipated when Aldo said, "You can kiss me back there if you want, Uncle Mike. Or anywhere you like. I want you to kiss me. And make love to me. I want you to give me a baby tonight, Uncle Mike!" To this day, Aldo is unsure where that "give me a baby" stuff came from. He had certainly been around enough fucking in the past week to hear something like that. But he couldn't place it. But it was exactly the right thing to say, dressed as he was, to an evolving heterosexual male. Aldo remembers actual flames emerging from Uncle Mike's nostrils at that moment. The man grabbed Aldo and masterfully YANKED their bodies together. Aldo's back to Uncle Mike's front. Aldo could feel Uncle Mike's cock rubbing between the boy's warm thighs. Impatient rubbing. Gasps of fiery lust from deep within the man's throat and then... Uncle Mike cried out and SHOT his spunk all over the artificial pussy formed by the confluence of Aldo's thighs. Too bad. There were way better places for that man spunk to go. But Uncle Mike was new at this. And Aldo was amazingly arousing. No use crying over spilt sperm, the wise often say. Aldo turned around to face Uncle Mike, but instead of kissing the man and telling him that he wanted that man cream inside of him instead of on him the next time, Aldo did something naughty. The splendid beauty lay on his back, extended his long, stockinged legs, and took Uncle Mike's limp, well-creamed, drooling cock between his nylon-encased feet. Wetting the soles of his stockings with sperm, Aldo caressed Uncle Mike's embarrassed cock with his feet. Now, for a stocking fetishist like Uncle Mike, this was the equivalent of igniting a nuclear weapon in his crotch. Normal recovery time for a man of Uncle Mike's advanced years is usually 30-40 minutes for full stiffage to recur. In eight minutes, Uncle Mike's cock was ready to poke holes in reinforced concrete. Realizing that two more minutes of cock-foot massage would be fatal to his second erection, Uncle Mike reluctantly withdrew his cock from its delicious situation. On a passionate impulse, Uncle Mike drew Aldo's stockinged right foot to his mouth and began to kiss it all over. Even the cummiest parts. The man licked and sucked each of the boy's pretty toes through Aldo's stockings. Repeating with the left foot. Which had poor Aldo, who hadn't cum yet, in quite a state. Finally... "I'm going to fuck you now, Aldo. And give you that baby you want so badly." "Oh, Uncle Mike," Aldo replied, "I need your cock inside me. But please lube me first. You can do it with your fingers and that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant over there. Or you could use your tongue." Aldo was inviting Uncle Mike to "eat his pussy?" Being new to ass-fucking, the art and science of lubrication and dilation were unfamiliar to him. But eating out that beautiful pussy was an easy invitation to accept. Uncle Mike lay on his back and had Aldo sit on his face, facing Uncle Mike's feet. Aldo's balls rested on Uncle Mike's chin as the ardent man tongued the entrance to bliss. Wetly, Hotly. Until Aldo grunted out with desperation, "I'm gonna squirt in like 15 seconds." Thinking fast, Uncle Mike moaned, "Cum in my mouth, Baby." Aldo performed an Olympics-worthy 180-degree twist and shoved his red, dripping cock into Uncle Mike's mouth. Uncle Mike gently caressed the pretty boy's balls as his tongue licked the underside of Aldo's knob. True to his urgent prediction, Aldo heaved out his cummies into Uncle Mike's delighted mouth. Giving Uncle Mike his first taste of boy's cream. And Aldo his first orgasm of an orgasm-filled evening. Uncle Mike gave Aldo less than 30 seconds to savor his spasms. The man was going to fuck the boy and it was going to happen NOW!! But how? Aldo offered a suggestion. He slid three pillows under his stomach and wiggled his garter-framed ass in lewd invitation. Uncle Mike accepted. He knelt behind Aldo and rubbed his dripping peehole against Aldo's wrinkle. Teasing him. "Do you want me to give you a boy or a girl, Aldo?" the teasy teaser asked. "A boy, please, Uncle Mike. So when he's seven or eight, you can show him what fucking is all about." Uncle Mike shuddered with lust at that image. Then pushed the head of his cock and two inches of shaft inside Aldo. Aldo screamed. It hurt a little, but Aldo wanted to enrich Uncle Mike's experience as much as possible. "That's right, sissyboy," the man who now thought of himself as The Dominator said. "Take it all!" And Uncle Mike's balls slapped against Aldo's bum as the man was all in. Another scream from Aldo and another from down the hall, where Jesse and Daddy were also enjoying an evening at home. Uncle Mike had never had anal sex before and he was startled by the differences in heat, "grip," "dirtiness" and above all, feelings of domination. Good feelings. Uncle Mike OWNED the pretty boy he was fucking. Aldo SERVED Uncle Mike. And he did so with a gratitude and sexual responsiveness the average hetero male has never experienced. Man and boy fell into a frantic fucking rhythm, where each desperately sought his own orgasm. When Mr. O arrived, he blasted in the front door and torched the house. Stars. Planets. A white light. Delicious fulfilment of long-held dreams. With newer, greater dreams yet to be fulfilled. [Fast forward] Uncle Mike was in deep, REM sleep. Dreaming vividly that he had returned home and demanded sex from his daughters – Madison, aged 13, and Brooklyn, aged 14. Rather than turn him down, as they usually did (except for allowing their Daddy to finger their pussies and suck their budding titties, Madison and Brooklyn eagerly stripped nude and lay on the floor with their legs spread. Uncle Mike's wife, Claire, was there, but instead of reacting in outrage, she said, "Let me suck your cock to get you good and ready to fuck those ungrateful little cockteasers." It was all so real that Uncle Mike could feel Claire's mouth on his cock. As with any good dream, though, Uncle Mike awoke at the best part. Though the best part was still to come for Uncle Mike. One eye crept open. 3:14 a.m. Ughhh. Time to go back to... Wait. Reality rushed back to Uncle Mike. He and Aldo, sweet delicious Aldo, had enjoyed a fabulous evening of sex! Beyond an evening, if we're being technical. Uncle Mike had deposited his last microbe of sperm into Aldo's fantastic ass at 12:07 a.m., at which time both exhausted lovers, cuddled in Aldo's single bed and went to sleep. It had been exhilarating. The best time of Uncle Mike's life. But he couldn't fuck again until morning. Couldn't get hard. With any kind of stimulation. A hypothesis that Aldo was actively trying to disprove by active sucking-resuscitation attempts on Uncle Mike's dead cock. Not a twitch was left in it. Though Uncle Mike enjoyed Aldo's efforts. Which Uncle Mike KNEW were futile. Uncle Mike had cum eight times during that lovely love session. Once between Aldo's thighs, once in Aldo's mouth and six times in Aldo's bum. The very essence of "above and beyond" as far as Uncle Mike was concerned. Uncle Mike was soaringly grateful to his nephew and hated to see him wasting his time trying to raise the dead. But Aldo would not be denied. His time with Uncle Mike was limited and he didn't want to waste any of it. Every sissyboy "sleeping" with a man deserves a three a.m. fuck if he wants one. And Aldo wanted one. Aldo wondered why old guys like Daddy and Uncle Mike couldn't just pop back with an erection like Aldo and his sissyboy friends could. Aldo applied the very best of his cocksucking technique and got no movement. Not even leakage from the peehole. So the boy moved to Plan B. And a very good Plan B it was. He got out of bed, walked around and got back into bed, behind Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike was beginning to drift back to sleep when he felt something totally new and completely exciting. Aldo was licking out Uncle Mike's hairy asshole!! No one had ever done that for Uncle Mike. Ever! Aldo's tongue was amazing! The situation was all so filthy and degrading that Uncle Mike's cock had no choice but to make a middle-of-the-night rebirth. The man's stiffie was stronger than the one that had spunked between Aldo's thighs eight hours and eight cums ago. Just to punctuate his regained manliness, Uncle Mike put Aldo onto his back, pinned the boy to his bed with his superior, manly body and SHOVED his big cock into Aldo with one long thrust! Aldo screamed with delight. The delight of submission. The delight of prostate stimulation at its finest. The delight of Uncle Mike's tongue kisses as they rutted furiously. The delight of being a loved, desired sissyboy. Man and boy concluded their "business" 22 minutes later. At which point Aldo's screams of orgasmic agony were matched by Jesse's down the hall. The three a.m. hour being universally accepted as a great time for a middle-of-the-night fucking. By 4 a.m., not a creature was stirring in the Bumblaster house. Not even a cock. Aldo didn't need extraordinary measures to draw his morning fuck(s) from Uncle Mike. At 6:07, the man woke Aldo the best way – with his cock up the pretty boy's bumhole. That bout ended in the usual double knockout, followed by a rematch in the shower and one more for the road before Uncle Mike had to drive 3.5 hours to home and go to his job that afternoon. Aldo was sad to see Uncle Mike go. Not as sad as Uncle Mike was. But Aldo had to get dressed and ready for school. At breakfast, Daddy and Jesse asked Aldo about his night. As if they didn't know. Jesse and Daddy were impressed when Aldo told them about eating out Uncle Mike's hairy hole in order to claim his 3 a.m. fuck. The boy was clearly a full sissyboy now, Jesse postulated. Aldo had almost forgotten that Friday was "no uniform" day at Saint Gaylord's Academy. Which matters to this story because Jesse selected Aldo's outfit. "I can't wear this, Jesse," Aldo said. "They have very strict guidelines at school about what you can wear on Fridays. Shorts have to come to mid-knee and these are up to my hips and my testicles. You can almost see my panties. And we can't wear sandals that show our toes." "Trust me," Jesse said. And strangely, Aldo did just that. On the school bus that morning, Aldo saw that every sissyboy was dressed in flagrant violation of the school rules. The alpha boys were not. Which separated the boys into two distinct groups – boys seated on the school bus seats ("the alphas"} and boys seated on the alphas' laps ("the sissyboys)." Aldo found himself on the lap of an 8th-grader named Mark, who was very hunky. Reasoning life was short and the bus ride to school was even shorter, Mark insinuated his hand along the very short passage from Aldo's bare thigh to his "prize package." Fondling and kissing led to Aldo soaking his panties and being invited for further fun with Mark on Saturday afternoon. At some point, Aldo was going to have to say "no" – a word not usually found in a sissyboy's vocabulary. There just weren't enough hours in the day to accommodate all of Aldo's admirers. Plus, Aldo wasn't sure what sort of condition he would be in after that night's prearranged "date" with Mr. Couture, the manager of the local Sissy Boy World store. The man who had kissed and fondled Aldo to his first orgasm. Oh dear, Aldo thought as he walked from the bus to the school entrance. What was he going to do about his cum-drenched panties? He had extra pairs in his locker, but he wouldn't have time before his first class to secure them, run into a boys' room and switch. Oh double dear. There, standing at the school entrance, was Mr. Harshman, the school principal and an absolute stickler for rules. He would see Aldo wearing non-regulation, provocative clothing – already soaked with boy's cream – and give Aldo detentions until he was in college! There were even rumors that Mr. Harshman SPANKED boys who flagrantly broke his rules. Spanked! And Aldo's rule-breaking was really flagrant. And fragrant if you like the smell of cum. If Aldo could just slip by... "Come with me, Mr. Bumblaster," a harsh voice bellowed. Oh no! Was this to be the first downer of Aldo's first week of sisstboyhood? Would he be SPANKED? Wordlessly and a bit roughly, Mr. Harshman escorted Aldo to his office, told his secretary to hold calls, and locked Aldo and himself in. Well. Aldo was quivering. "You can pull your pants down now, young man," Mr. Harshman said. Oh no! Was Aldo going to be getting it "on the bare?" [Pause for more quivering] Then Aldo complied. He pulled his shorts and his cummy panties down and stood half-nude before his principal, Tearfully. He needn't have. Mr. Harshman smiled and said, "My goodness, Aldo. You're more exquisite than you were last year. I've been wanting you since you were eight, but every dress-down Friday you wore clothing from that Hetero Haven store. The only reason I started dress-down Fridays was so I could identify the sissyboys. Especially you. And here you are at last. The prettiest boy in school. A sissyboy at last." Aldo's cock had shrunk in fear. But all the praise Mr. Harshman aimed at him was having an effect. As were Mr. Harshman's gentle strokes on Aldo's cock as the man praised his beauty and asked the boy to become fully, gloriously nude. Mr. Harshman had adored Aldo from afar too! So many men must have done so. And were still doing so. Since Aldo was seven or eight. Lost years. But time to forget those and lean into the present. Aldo stood before Mr. Harshman and allowed the man to consume him with hungry kisses. Tongue-to-tongue. Mouth-to-nipple. And then, mouth-to-boyish-penis. It was more than just the physical contact with Mr. Harshman that had Aldo hot. It was the raw adoration that he felt from the man. And other men. And boys. Aldo was the object of their dreams. The ultimate validation of Aldo's place among the cosmos. Drawing from cum resources known only to the great porn writers, Aldo managed to gag Mr. Harshman with his boy's cream. The man deserved it after waiting so long to possess Aldo, so Aldo gave him part one of his reward. Part two occurred when Aldo bent over the man's desk and whimpered to be fucked. Having waited three years for the chance to fuck Aldo (though he had fucked 34 other boys a total of 812 times over the period) Mr. Harshman was not about to ruin his opportunity with haste. Mr. Harshman knew the value of lubrication and dilation for a proper buggering. Even though it appeared that Aldo had recently and repeatedly been well-fucked, the boy still needed some preparation. Though Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was the miracle of the age, Mr. Harshman preferred the old-fashioned approach. He grabbed his well-worn "kneeling pillow," threw it down accurately, knelt on it and parted Aldo's bum cheeks with his thumbs. There it was. The place Mr. Harshman had long ached to be. Aldo's bumhole. Dazzlingly delicious. And Mr. Harshman's for the licking. Mr. Harshman took his time eating Aldo out. As only one who controls the "please excuse this student's tardiness for class" forms can. It was a meal he had long imagined and would thus savor it. Thank you, Aldo, the man thought, for showing such responsiveness to my anal feasting. Thank you for your sexy little gasps and grunts. Oh my! Was that a sissy squeal? Oh my, my. Mr. Harshman could taste another man's semen residing at the limits where his tongue could extend. No matter. Mr. Harshman neither sought nor coveted exclusivity with his boys. Wasn't Aldo's Daddy newly married to Jesse Jailbait (a member of Mr. Harshman's harem)? So the semen wouldn't be his Daddy's. Or would it? Again, no matter. All that mattered was the matter at hand. Or at tongue. Mr. Harshman interrupted his splendid work for only a few seconds to request, "Please tell me if you're about to spunk. I want to swallow it, not waste it." Aldo grunted affirmatively, then winced as the obviously expert analinguist resumed his welcome task. This schoolday delight went on for seven minutes and 12 seconds, at which Aldo said, "I can't hold back any more. I'm gonna cum." Nuff said for Mr. Harshman. Deftly, the man twirled the boy around and took the length of his puerile penis into his loving mouth. Already near orgasm, Aldo's nuts detonated at the onslaught of Mr. Harshman's oral stimulation. The liquid output that time was but a trickle, but Aldo's eighth orgasm since midnight was still one to remember. Mr. Harshman was satisfied that Aldo was ready for his buggering. Aldo was ready be buggered. In fact, that time, when Aldo bent over Mr. Harshman's desk, the boy reached back to spread his cheeks. And, in an act of further hospitality, Aldo stood on his toes to afford Mr. Harshman a better angle. What an angel! Mr. Harshman dropped his pants, stepped out of them, approached Aldo from the rear and entered the boy's bum with his XXL cock. Aldo whimpered with lust, not pain as Mr. Harshman's cock passed Aldo's prostate on the way in and then on the backthrust. Aldo didn't dislike himself for his appetites any more. Being a sissyboy was all he wanted to be at that point in his life. And being fucked was the most fun he could have with his clothes off. So much fun that Aldo spunked for a ninth time that day when Mr. Harshman emptied his bags into Aldo. Then again with Mr. Twitchcock at lunch time. So when he and Jesse arrived home after school, Aldo was considering a nap before his date with Mr. Couture. Unless Jesse had lined up a platoon of soldiers from the local National Guard unit or the visiting baseball team before that night's game. No. It was just Aldo and Jesse that afternoon. Alone. With one change. Aldo got to his room and saw that his twin bed had been replaced. "Daddy got a queen bed for his princess," Jesse joked. Aldo was delighted. A bigger bed meant less cramped "activities." And even sleeping, now and then. "Help me put the sheets on and we'll test it out," Jesse said. What did "test it out" mean exactly? Aldo hoped it meant a nap. The boys put on the sheets and pillowcases. Very nice. Jesse stripped nude and got onto the bed. Even nicer. Aldo stripped nude and joined him. So Jesse and Aldo were nude, in bed and alone at last. Suddenly, sleep didn't sound like a good option. Jesse was a magnificent hunk of sissyboy. It was no wonder Daddy fell in love with him. Aldo was proud of his Daddy for landing a sissy babe like Jesse. Though Aldo still thought he was prettier than Jesse. And he knew he was younger. The nude Jesse embraced the nude Aldo and asked, "Do you like your new bed, Aldo? I thought it was so much better for `entertaining.' And I know you like to entertain men, don't you, you little cockhound?" Three or four days earlier, Aldo would have been disgusted at the allegation. But it was true. Aldo liked to "entertain" men. And he was a cockhound. So he giggled. Then leaned over to take Jesse's stiffie into his mouth. Jesse wiggled in appreciation as Aldo sucked his cock. "I'm very proud of you, Aldo," Jesse managed to say between groans. "You became your true self very quickly and now you're the most popular sissyboy in the county. You've done us Bumblasters proud." Aldo glowed with the praise, but kept licking, kissing and sucking Jesse's sissy stick until his stepmother squealed and rewarded Aldo for his good work. Jesse drew Aldo close and they tongue-kissed for a long while, exchanging Jesse's sperm and saliva with Aldo's saliva. When they had had their fill of kissing, Jesse said, "You have quite a weekend lined up. Mr. Couture tonight. Mark tomorrow afternoon. Eric tomorrow night. And Mr. Twitchcock's sissyboy spunk party on Sunday. Look at you. A sissyboy for a week and already Miss Popularity." Aldo blushed. Then asked. "Do you think I'm being too slutty?" Jesse laughed. "Honey, for a sissyboy, there's no such thing as too slutty. I'm just going to close my eyes for a minute. Maybe you'd like to do the same." A little nap sounded like a great idea to Aldo. And in less than a minute, both innocent angels were fast asleep in each other's naked arms. Until Aldo felt something hot and hard against his bum, and kisses on his neck. Daddy was home! And it appeared that he wanted to fuck pretty Aldo. As always, it seemed, Aldo willing. And able. His bum was still stretched and wet enough from the day's earlier encounters that the sweet boy was able to accommodate his Daddy's trouser snake most hospitably. Jesse was facing Aldo as Daddy fucked his son from behind, so the boys kissed and rubbed cocks as Aldo's field was plowed. Mmmmmm. Jesse wasn't the least bit jealous. In fact, he was proud that his husband was such a potent and prolific lover. As Aldo neared orgasm, Jesse turned and offered his bumhole to Aldo's raging cock. Offer accepted. Lucky Aldo had the dual pleasure of being the fucker as he was being fucked. A lovely triple orgasm was the brilliant result. Aldo would have welcomed a round two. And three. But Daddy said, "It's 5:45, boys. We have to eat dinner. Aldo has to shower and get dressed. Mr. Couture will be here precisely at 6:30. I have a pizza. Pizza wasn't more sex. But it would do. The boys popped up and followed Daddy downstairs to the kitchen to eat. All three were naked. As the first slices were secured, Daddy asked, "How do you feel about your date with Mr. Couture tonight, Honey?" Aldo gulped and said, "A little nervous. It's my first overnight date at a man's home. And Mr. Couture is so experienced. What if I disappoint him?" Jesse and Daddy laughed at that. "You could never disappoint a man, Aldo," Jesse said. "They will ALL be grateful when you're in their beds." Meanwhile, across town, Mr. Couture was getting himself psyched for his date with Aldo. It hadn't been easy getting a Friday night off from Sissy Boy World. Friday was the night all the divorced, weekend daddies brought their sons by for sissyboy supplies before they took them home, dressed them up, and fucked them until Sunday evening. But Aldo was worth it. The boy was a stunning beauty and so new to his sissyboyhood that Mr. Couture had introduced him to the joys of masturbation, anal-finger-play and orgasm itself only six days earlier. Mr. Couture was certain that Aldo's "education" had progressed rapidly in those six days, especially with Aldo's Daddy, Mr. Bumblaster, and his stepmother, Mrs. Jesse Bumblaster at the helm. But Mr. Couture wasn't one of those guys who expected every sissyboy he brought to bed to be a virgin. He liked a little experience in his boys. And he liked his cock in his boys, a pleasure he had not yet achieved with the delightful Aldo, but would that evening. And thereafter. One of the many perks of managing the local Sissy Boy World was an any-time pass to the two ongoing, 24/7 sissyboy spunk parties that graced the premises. Mr. Couture often dipped into this well of delights, but preferred the loving, overnight company of one eager-to-please, beautiful boy at a time. And none were more beautiful than Aldo. He was picking Aldo up at 6:30. Mustn't be late. Originally, Mr. Couture had planned to take Aldo to dinner and a movie, but the boy's father had called on Wednesday to say that Aldo no longer needed or wanted the "preliminaries" on his date. Aldo would be eating dinner before the date, then wanting sex and lots of it. Even a man as experienced with boys as Mr. Couture found himself getting quite warm at that notion. Mr. Couture hadn't always been a connoisseur of boys, of course. He hadn't even been a sissyboy during his tween and young teen years. Mr. Couture had dated girls and women, even managing to fuck a few of them, though never as often or as vigorously as he would have liked. As a young man, he took a military scholarship to attend college, then served four years as an Army officer – one tour each in Iraq and Afghanistan. When he got out, with only military skills in a poor job market, few cared about helping a veteran. Luckily, one caring person was enough. Biff Buggerall, editor and publisher of Sissy Boy Magazine (and its spinoffs) and CEO of the vast Sissy Boy World empire was actively seeking to hire veterans. While others were putting yellow ribbons on their SUVs, Biff was giving veterans jobs, Most weren't gay, Biff realized, but they all needed jobs. And, Biff postulated, the first time one of the veterans "tried" one of the Sissy Boy angels, that whole "not gay" issue would disappear. Sissy Boy hired 236 men and 51 women veterans and all 236 men became regular and enthusiastic boyfuckers. The 51 women's sexual preferences didn't matter to Biff. But he considered their service to America to be equal in every way to the men's. Mr. Couture's skill at sales and customer relations moved him up to a full managership and he was destined for greater things within Sissy Boy Enterprises. But the only great thing he was interested in at that moment was an all-out invasion of Aldo's beautiful ass, which Mr. Couture had viewed and fondled the previous Saturday. As such, Mr. Couture hadn't cum since breakfast. Since breakfast!! Working at a place where sex breaks were frequent, fully available and encouraged by the bosses, Mr. Couture's day of self-imposed celibacy was a rare event. And spoke to how special he considered Aldo to be. Mr. Couture was still amazed at times at his transition since his job interview with Biff Buggerall himself nearly four years earlier. Having spent two futile months searching for a job in a country where everyone claimed to love the troops, Mr. Couture was delighted to get an unsolicited call and an airline ticket to come for a job interview at Sissy Boy Enterprises. Like nearly everyone those days, Mr. Couture was marginally familiar with Sissy Boy magazine and its four spinoffs. Not only was it sold at supermarket checkouts, Sissy Boy enjoyed vigorous sales at the Army PX's where Mr. Couture had served. It was a regular wankoff aid for many of Mr. Couture's soldiers. Especially that "Sissy Boy Lingerie" spinoff that had deliciously pretty and frightfully young boys wearing seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings, taking big cocks up their tiny bumholes and "enduring" huge loads of sperm and semen all over their smiling faces. Not that Mr. Couture had ever even peeked at one of the gay, smutty trash. No. Because Mr. Couture was NOT gay. And was going to stay just that way, thank you. So why did he answer the call for an interview at Gay Pervert Global HQ? He needed a job. He knew he had the self-discipline to do a job and not be "corrupted." He was broke. He was curious. Not because the thought of being around gorgeously appealing, 11-year-old cum-shooters was attractive to him. He had done other "dirty jobs" in the Army and kept his honor. He could do this one. So it was with a firmly set jaw that Mr. Couture entered Sissy Boy Enterprises headquarters for his interview with the top man. But, despite his best efforts to keep "eyes front," he saw disturbing things. Big posters of Sissy Boy magazine covers adorned the walls. Stunningly beautiful, happy boys were being sexually abused. Heavily sexually abused. By men. To the great delight of both the men and the boys. Sperm and semen abounded in the posters. Mr. Couture tried not to look. Or to imagine what foul tasks his potential new job could involve. He decided to look at the people ambling through the grand rotunda of Sissy Boy central. 95% male. 80% adult. The rest were impossibly lovely young boys. Wearing minimal clothing. Sometime only [gasp] panties! Many of the boys were holding onto men's arms as they walked to some destination or other. Some walked hand-in-hand with other boys. Mr. Couture gulped. Despite his purest, most honorable intentions, he had a hardon. And being a man with a nearly nine-inch cock, Mr. Couture's hardon was difficult to conceal. Mr. Couture blushed and tried to think about dead baby ducks. To get the erection down. It was starting to work when... "Captain Couture. Henry Couture?" A very pleasant young man of about 28 years was asking. Mr. Couture nodded in affirmation. The young man smiled. "Welcome to Sissy Boy Enterprises headquarters, sir. And thank you for your service. I'm Darrell. Would you follow me to Mr. Buggerall's office, please?" Mr. Couture complied. Thinking of dead baby ducks the entire way. Darrell led Mr. Couture into Biff Buggerall's huge office, introduced Mr. Couture to Mr. Buggerall and left. Wow, Mr. Couture thought. Biff Buggerall was an impressive man. Big and strong and very much in command. As any self-made, multi-billionaire should be. "Thank you for your service, Henry. May I call you Henry?" Biff asked. "Of course, sir." "Call me Biff." And the two men sat down and chatted amiably for more than an hour. Mr. Couture was impressed. Biff was impressed. All this was done without mention of the parameters of Mr. Couture's potential job. Then, Biff looked at his watch. "I'm very impressed, Henry. And I'm going to offer you a job. I'm not sure about the type and location and will want the advice of my people on that. Could I persuade you to stay overnight and meet with some more people tomorrow? I know it's an imposition and you didn't even bring a change of clothing. But we can change your plane ticket and get you everything you need before your meetings tomorrow. We can even put you up in our guest accommodations, right here in the building. How does that sound to you?" The fact that he was getting an actual job sounded great to Mr. Couture. And the guest quarters couldn't be worse than the mudholes he'd slept in in Iraq and Afghanistan. So he readily agreed. Biff slapped Mr. Couture on the back and said, "Good man. Welcome to the team. I've assigned a concierge to you to make sure your needs are all taken care of." And with that Biff pushed a button on his desk. Mr. Couture had been getting along quite well on his own and didn't need a concierge. He was about to make that point to Biff when Biff's office door opened and a blindingly beautiful young boy appeared. If only Mr. Couture had worn his sunglasses, he would have been able to objectively assess the boy's apparent assets. The lad was so radiant that all that registered in Mr. Couture's brain was his beauty. When his heart rate had dropped back to semi-normal, Mr. Couture could see that the boy's age was late 11 or early 12. His blond hair was longer than average, as were his slim, hairless legs. The boy's eyes were cobalt blue. And when Mr. Couture's eyes met the boy's for the first time, something inside Mr. Couture seemed to shatter. Perhaps it was his fragile heterosexuality. The boy was wearing a pair of pale-purple, very short, short-shorts; a white top that looked more like a blouse than a shirt; pale-purple, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes; and creamy-white, turned-over, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. Who was this creature from another plane of existence? Biff gave him a name. "Mr. Couture, this is Peyton, one of our employees at Sissy Boy World. He'll be your concierge from now until your first meeting with me at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning. If there's anything you need, anything at all, Peyton will ensure that you get it." Peyton shyly offered Mr. Couture his warm, dry, limp hand and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, sir. I'm thrilled that Mr. Buggerall assigned me as your concierge. You being a war hero." Peyton was thrilled to meet Mr. Couture?!?!?! And Peyton was there to take care of all of Mr. Couture's needs? Did that mean...? Looking at the look on Peyton's beautiful face, Mr. Couture was sure it did. Oh my! Peyton took Mr. Couture's hand and they said their goodbyes to Biff. Who knew that by 10 a.m. the next day, Mr. Couture would be among the converted. "The guest quarters are on the other side of the building, sir," Peyton said, as he led Mr. Couture through the halls and back into the main rotunda. Stunned as he was, Mr. Couture made a key observation. He knew he had seen Peyton before. "Is that you, Peyton?" Mr. Couture asked as they came upon a six-foot-tall poster of a naked boy. The boy was smiling sweetly, despite a large quantity of cum drenching his face and another large quantity oozing from his bumhole. The boy's three-inch penis was limp but had recently shot a respectable amount of boy's cream all over his beautiful chest, which was punctuated with two dazzling nipples. Peyton blushed. "Yes, sir. That's from the second-week-of-April Sissy Boy magazine, three months ago. I keep telling Mr. Buggerall that he should put posters up of other boys who are prettier than I am, but he says he likes that picture." That had to be modesty talking, Mr. Couture reasoned. No one could be prettier than Peyton. They arrived at Guest Suite Three, which Peyton opened with his key and led Mr. Couture inside. The boy sissied around the room, turning on lights, showing Mr. Couture where the TV remote was and the menu for room service. Then he asked, "Is there anything you need right now, Mr. Couture? Mr. Buggerall said I should give you anything you want, as many times as you want it." Could Peyton possibly mean...? Mr. Couture didn't have long to stew over that question because Peyton said, "Oh, darn it. I'm so sorry, Mr. Couture. I forgot to show you the bedroom and the bathroom. I'm still new at this concierge stuff. I hope this won't go on the guest evaluation form you'll fill out tomorrow." Fat chance that Mr. Couture would think or say ill of that stunning beauty. He was about to say just that when chatty Peyton said, "I'm sorry again, Mr. Couture, but would it be all right if I used your bathroom. I really need to go." "Of course, Honey," Mr. Couture said. Then regretted that he called a boy, however beautiful, "Honey." But Peyton smiled at being called that. Then did an odd thing. He unbuttoned and dropped his shorts right there, revealing light-purple, thong panties that contained and restrained a remarkably tiny, but fiercely erect penis. Oh my! The boy turned and, with a coquettish smile over his shoulder, said, "Thank you, Mr. Couture. You're a very nice man." Peyton then slowly walked toward the bathroom, giving Mr. Couture a fine look at Peyton's exquisite, 99%-exposed bottom. One last look back over his shoulder and smile and Peyton entered the bedroom, which was en suite with the bathroom. Now what, the trembling heterosexual asked himself. Now what? Mr. Couture wanted that job. Would he lose it if he did sex things with this Love Angel who appeared to be throwing himself at Mr. Couture? Or would he lose the job if he didn't rub his nine-inch cock everyplace on and in that boy's body that he could? While ruminating, the man heard the toilet flush, then the bathroom door open. Where was Peyton? Sweet voice saying, "Don't you want to see the bedroom, Mr. Couture? It's all ready for you now," Why was he more scared of this boy than he had been of the Taliban? Mr. Couture gulped again, entered the bedroom and saw: Peyton was lying on the bed. On his back. Naked, except for pale-purple, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes; and creamy-white, turned-over, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. The boy's tiny penis was ferociously erect and drooling pre-cum. He was smiling at Mr. Couture as if the man had just saved his life and rescued his dog Sparky. No finer sight has ever met a man's eyes. Three alternatives for Mr. Couture. The three F's. Fight. Flight. Fuck. Mr. Couture chose wisely. "Anything you want," Peyton breathed sexily one last time. Mr. Couture dropped his pants, kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt, socks and undershirt. Stood at the foot of the bed, facing Peyton, and his future, and removed his boxers, moments before his ragingly-stiff cock would have ripped the boxers apart in its frantic efforts to escape. Peyton gasped at the sight of Mr. Couture's cock. It was a genuine reaction to a cock on the upper end of cocks Peyton had befriended thus far in his beautiful life. Mr. Couture liked that gasp. It gave him the boost he needed to start acting like a man and not a scared puppy. Mr. Couture got on top of Peyton and, supporting himself on his elbows, lest he crush the boy, consumed the young beauty with tongue kisses. Mr. Couture was astonished at Peyton's responsiveness, far surpassing anything the man had experienced with a woman. Peyton WANTED his man. He NEEDED his man. When Mr. Couture found Peyton's teeny weeny and rubbed his big boy against it, Peyton squealed and locked his Mary-Janed feet behind Mr. Couture, urging his man on. Mr. Couture said, "Don't want to cum that way. A waste." Peyton obediently unlocked his feet and awaited an alternate fate. Mr. Couture lay on his left side, on Peyton's right side. Tentatively a first, the man touched the boy's cock. Drawing a grunt from the boy as Mr. Couture slipped Peyton's foreskin up and down. Having progressed from seeing Peyton's cock to touching Peyton's cock, there was only one further step. Mr. Couture repositioned himself and took Peyton's cock between his lips. Kissing it sweetly at first, then beginning to lick it most deliciously. Peyton squeaked with delight. Mr. Couture didn't neglect Peyton's "pink purse," giving it an enchanting tongue bath as well. After seven or eight minutes of this blissful activity, Mr. Couture could sense that Peyton was about to conclude Chapter One of their lovemaking for that evening. So he capped the boy's penis with his entire mouth, while furiously licking along the "arrow point" on the boyish prick's underside. Mr. Couture had never delivered a blow job before then, but if there were a Yelp-type online rating service for such, Peyton would have given Mr. Couture six stars (out of five). The boy's screams of erotic agony were genuine. As was the thick, tasty cream that Peyton spurted into his man's hungry mouth. There was no going back now, Mr. Couture realized. In for a penny in for a million pounds. The man had sucked a boy's cock. And swallowed his cum. Both had loved it. So he may as well fuck Peyton. Which was what his cock had been telling him since he first saw the boy's picture. Though his brain wouldn't listen. Thank goodness his brain was fully disengaged. "That was awesome, sir," Peyton purred. "The best ever. I'd love to do the same for you. And I will later. All night if you want. But right now, I don't think I can wait much longer to feel that beautiful cock inside my boypussy. Could you please get my pussy ready and then fuck me? Please!?!?" Mr. Couture may have actually growled at that point. The record isn't clear. What is clear is that Mr. Couture did, in fact, fuck Peyton 12 minutes later. After eight minutes of analingus and four minutes of three-fingered pootie lubrication with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Mr. Couture considered doggie style, but Peyton got onto his back, lifted his knees to his ears, and his hips until his man slid two pillows under them. And a missionary-position fuck for the ages began. Feeling Peyton's sissy-shoes-and-socks ankles locked on his back spurred Mr. Couture on so much that he fucked the sweet lad twice before withdrawing. A first for both of them. And an exhausting bout of sex in anybody's book. When it was over, the happiest man on earth and one of the earth's ten prettiest boys lay together. Man on his back. Boy on top of man. Kissing softly. Was this to be Mr. Couture's life if he took a job with Sissy Boy Enterprises? Oh! Man and boy dozed off for 38 minutes. When Peyton awoke, he saw that the man was removing each sissy shoe and sock. With reverence. When Peyton's feet were bare, making him completely nude, Mr. Couture began to worship each of Peyton's toes with his mouth and tongue. Oh my! Peyton liked that. No lover had ever done... Oh! Peyton was cumming. Squirting and squealing. Just from having his toesies adored. Good man, that Mr. Couture. A grateful and lovestruck Peyton sucked Mr. Couture's cock then. The first time. It proved to be the first of more than two hundred times Peyton sucked Mr. Couture's cock. Not to mention the more than a thousand times that they fucked. Mr. Couture and Peyton carried on a steamy love affair for almost two years until, just before turning 14, Peyton married an almost billionaire whom Biff had arranged to marry the boy. Which was a good thing, Mr. Couture admitted, since, at nearly 14, Peyton was reaching the downslope of his sissyboy charms. Mr. Couture was upset, but not crushed, since his job as store manager at a high-volume Sissy Boy World gave him ample opportunities to relieve his tensions and fall in love again. And again. All that was flashing through the hunky man's mind as he knocked on the Bumblasters' door to pick up Aldo for their first date. There will be a Part Eight I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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