Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 08:04:48 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Nine (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stepmother Nine (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 Nine Poor Aldo. Now everyone in the neighborhood would know that he was a simpering, cocksucking, butt-fucking-recipient, prickpleasing sissyboy. Mr. Couture and Aldo were saying goodbye on Aldo's porch. Ten minutes before Aldo's Daddy's "curfew" of 12 noon that late August Saturday. REALLY saying goodbye. The man had lifted the boy into his strong arms and was tongue-kissing the pretty angel within an inch of his beautiful life. Aldo was kissing Mr. Couture back. With a desperate hunger that he couldn't explain. After all the fucking he and Mr. Couture had done, Aldo shouldn't still be hungry. That little kissing show was bad enough for the aforementioned neighbors to base the aforementioned conclusion upon. But Mr. Couture had his big, hairy, right paw down the back of Aldo's shorty-shorts. Exposing Aldo's skimpy pink panties to the world. That was bad enough. But Mr. Couture had thrust his hand so far into where it should not, by all propriety, be, that the man had entered Aldo's perfect pooper with two meaty fingers and was rubbing the boy's prostate as they kissed. Under other circumstances, Aldo would have adored it all. And begged his man to rub harder and "finish the job." But the little sex-show on the porch seemed to be costing Aldo his last thin string of the public presumption of heterosexuality. Aldo wanted to hang onto that. Though he wasn't sure why. Especially after his Friday night and Saturday morning with Mr. Couture. It was the most amazing and delicious 18 hours of Aldo's young, beautiful life. It wasn't wall-to-wall fucking the way it had been with Daddy and Uncle Mike. (Not that there's anything wrong with that). But it was a tapestry of intense sexual fulfillment, woven with threads and patches of anticipation, mood and satisfaction. As the humiliated boy kissed his man's mouth, while enduring the man's ferocious assault on his boyish prostate, Aldo flashed back to what happened after their nap, which followed their first "wedding-night-scenario" fuck. Though he had only been fucked twice and sucked once before the nap, Aldo felt a satisfaction he had never felt before. Mr. Couture was an AMAZING lover and Aldo was an AMAZING vessel for that love. Aldo awoke from the extended nap with Mr. Couture spooned up behind the boy, with his cock poking at Aldo's bumhole and the man's kisses pecking at his creamy neck, shoulders and ears. Being the little sissy slut he was becoming, Aldo lifted his leg and used his right hand to spread his right bumcheek a bit for better access. He moaned in submission and even managed to say, "Yes, please," before Mr. Couture gave him nine inches of "good evening." Exquisite deliciousness followed, as did a second, post-creamy-consummation nap. When Aldo awoke at 4:02 to pee, he also took the opportunity to wash himself, face to toes, with special attention to his cum-sticky bumhole. The boy dried himself, then returned to the Chamber of Carnal Delights. Naked. But not for long, Reasoning that a man who managed a sissyboy supply and clothing store would prefer his lover to be lingeried up, Aldo also reasoned that such items would be handy and plentiful in Mr. Couture's condo. Aldo was right on both counts. As Mr. Couture's post-coital heavy-breathing continued, Aldo opened a dresser drawer and immediately found what he wanted. Aldo turned on a small light and slid his discoveries onto his beautiful body. A tiny, almost weightless, frothy, black nightie, whose spaghetti straps exposed all of Aldo's kissable shoulders, and whose skirts failed to be long enough to cover Aldo's precious parts. And a pair of sheer, black, thigh-high, stay-up stockings. Aldo considered himself in one of the room's four full-length mirrors and declared to himself, "This is what my man needs to keep things going. Someone new to fuck. I was the innocent little bride. Now I'm the experienced boy-girlfriend." Should Aldo look in the closet to see if there were black, stiletto sandals to complete the ensemble? Mr. Couture would like that, Aldo decided, but he was grabbed and dragged to bed by the awakened man before he could be shod. Was that the man's biggest erection of the night so far? Why yes. Yes it was. Mr. Couture was delighted by Aldo's sexual initiative and inventiveness. Not to mention how effing gorgeous and sexy he looked. Aldo squealed and resisted just enough to make things interesting. Then submitted to a thorough session of ball-blasting analingus. A necessity, since Aldo had purged himself of previous cums. When Mr. Couture slammed into Aldo's burning ass with his blazing rammer, Aldo saw the Birth of the Universe. It was clearly a Big Bang! The lovers completed their middle-of-the-night romp with a simultaneous slam-bammer of melded orgasms, fell back to sleep, then awakened at 7:42 a.m. for an encore. Sequels aren't often as good as the originals ("Godfather Two" and "The Empire Strikes Back" being two notable exceptions). But "Aldo in Black Nightie Getting His Ass Pounded Two" was even better than Part One. After that, Mr. Couture arose to make Aldo breakfast, which they shared as the man sat on a kitchen chair and the boy sat on his cock. Which ended with a creamy dessert. The shower-clean-up fuck made Mr. Couture happy once again that he had invested in a tankless, endless-hot-water heater. The lovers were sprayed and sprayed each other for 52 minutes. Leaving just enough time for a naked-and-really-clean-in-bed-together, farewell fuck. Whew! Aldo had burned the candle in every end you could stick a wick into. But as Mr. Couture kissed Aldo on his front porch, he was wishing that he and Mr. Couture could just run away together and stay in a ritzy hotel, fucking for at least a month. That was how good a lover Mr. Couture was. "I've cleared my Wednesdays, sweetheart," Mr. Couture whispered to Aldo between final, desperate kisses. "Every Wednesday, I'll pick you up from school and deliver you to school on Thursday morning. That is, if your Daddy and stepmother agree." Aldo's heart leapt. "They'll agree, Mr. Couture," the boy moaned. "They'll agree." If they didn't, Aldo said to himself, Aldo would leave home and move in with Mr. Couture. Oh, the thought of being with Mr. Couture every Wednesday! The man's two naughty fingers rubbing Aldo's prostate! The man's exceptionally delicious kisses! The humiliation that it was all happening in public! A heady mixture that proved too much for Aldo's raw libido. Aldo squealed so loudly that neighbors who had not yet come to their windows dashed to witness what they believed had to be an axe-murder in progress. Only to find a little sissyboy creaming in his panties as a man had his way with him. Nothing unusual there. Nothing to see. Move along folks. As Aldo's heaving breast stopped heaving breastily, Daddy and Jesse appeared. All smiles. "I see you and Mr. Couture had a good time, Aldo," Daddy said. "That's awesome." "Thank you, Mr. Couture, for taking such good care of my stepson," Jesse said. "And Wednesdays are yours until he's old enough for Social Security." Jesse was eavesdropping!?!?! That stinker! Of course, the whole Wednesdays issue was now settled. And 99 hours from then, Aldo and Mr. Couture would be renewing their steamy love affair. An excellent outcome. Jesse led Aldo inside as Daddy and Mr. Couture chatted on the porch. Probably comparing fuck techniques to see what drove their common sissyboy lover (Aldo) half-mad with lust. "I think you're tired, little buckaroo," Aldo's stepmother said. "Let's get you in bed for a nap. Mark will be by for your date in 90 minutes, then Eric will be picking you up at 7. You have a full dance card. You can tell me all about Mr. Couture later – I know you liked him." Aldo and his stepmother reached Aldo's room and Aldo wanted to just flop onto his bed. But Jesse said, "A true sissyboy doesn't sleep naked, unless his man got him that way. Just take those clothes off, that's it. And put this on, Gorgeous." It was just a very modest, baby-blue nightie. Cotton. With little white-lace accents and skirts that reached the knee. Aldo was too tired to argue about anything, so he put the nightie on, kissed Jesse good night, got onto his bed, lay on his left side and curled his body up. The afternoon was warm, so Aldo wore no sheet. His lovely bum, which was partially exposed, was pointed at the door. Jesse slipped out, carrying Aldo's clothes. Aldo slept. One hour and 19 minutes later, Jesse and Mark Thugley, Aldo's "date" for that Saturday afternoon, stood outside Aldo's door, quietly discussing Aldo. "...would never be here, except for you, Jesse," Mark murmured in Jesse's ear as he held Aldo's stepmother in his arms. "Oh, posh!" Jesse said. (or whatever 12-year-olds use as a sweetly dismissive phrase these days) "You would have figured things out soon enough, with or without me." "Maybe," Mark said, as he dove in for a long, tonguey kiss. "But with you was a lot better." Jesse allowed the kiss for about 45 seconds, then broke it and said, "I can't play with you like that anymore. Well, not often, anyway. I'm married now." Mark sighed. "I know. But you'll always be my first love." (or whatever 13-year-olds say these days to be sentimental with the first boy they fucked). Jesse admitted to himself that Mark was right. At the start of the previous school year, Mark had been the school bully. Targeting the weaker boys, whom he called "faggots," and taking their lunch money. A profitable enterprise, but not an honorable one. One day, Mark encountered Jesse. Who was so "faggy" that he had to be a faggot. Thus a new source of both scorn and revenue. But when he made a fist, pointed it at Jesse and said, "Give me your lunch money, faggot!" Jesse's response was not to crumble, tremble and hand over the cash. "I don't think it's my lunch money you really want, Mark Thugley. Meet me at my house, 123 South Maple, after school and I'll give you what you really want." Then, with a shake of his ass at Mark, Jesse was on his way. Had that faggot, Jesse Whatshisname, just made a faggy proposition to Mark Thugley, King of the Bullies at Gaylord Academy? And had Mark let Jesse walk away with all of his teeth? Now it was Mark who was crumbling and trembling. Was Mark a fag too? He didn't think so. He liked girls. Did girls like him? Some did. He thought. Though none had made him an offer to give him what he really wanted. Jesse was talking about sex, wasn't he? Did Jesse mean that he would get onto his knees, pull Mark's zipper down, extract his cock and LICK it? Until Mark shot his sperm?!?!?! That sounded REALLY good to Mark! Though it also sounded as if Mark was part fag too. If he let a fag do faggy things with him. He'd have to look that all up in the Heterosexual Guy's Rule Book (sample entries: "Never share a dessert with another male." "Leave at least one seat between you and another male at a movie theater.)" But he didn't have time for that. He had to go to his last class of the day. Then school would be out and he'd have to decide if he wanted to go to Jesse's or not. If he went and someone saw him, what then? He could lie and say that he was making a monetary "collection" from a faggot who avoided him at school. Yeah. Plausible denial. Why did he even want to go? Good question. It seemed that Jesse, though a faggot, had managed to hit Mark's innermost feelings bull's-eye right in the bull's balls. Preying on "faggots," we have since come to know, was Mark's way of denying his attraction to pretty boys. And Jesse was a very pretty boy. No need to make any fag-centric decisions yet, Mark reasoned as he swaggered down Maple Street to house 123. He could still punch that Jesse fag in the mouth, keep his heterosexuality (for the moment, anyway), and maintain his core competency of lunch-money reallocation. There was 123. The fag's house. Which wasn't pink or anything. Just a house. Should he knock? Or bust the door down? Unaccustomed to extortion house calls, Mark was unfamiliar with the protocol. As it turned out, Jesse was watching for his arrival and opened the door before Mark could decide. Oh no! The pretty little fag was wearing just faggy panties and a smile! Very pretty faggy panties! And a very pretty smile! "Come in, Mark," the future sissyboy stepmother said. "I'm so glad you could stop by." That was a new angle for young Mr. Thugley. The fags he threatened with bodily harm were never happy to see him. Jesse was different. Jesse actually took Mark by the hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom. Chatting all the way about how Jesse had seen Mark around school, thought he was very handsome and wanted to meet him for some time now. Mark realized that he had lost control of the situation. An unfamiliar state of affairs for him. Plus, this fag was acting as if he wanted Mark to be his faggy boyfriend or something. Was Jesse crazy? Mark could still beat Jesse up. And leave. Go back to being who he was. But he couldn't help noticing how lovely Jesse's pink body looked 95% naked. And how, in the 5% covered part, Jesse was sporting a ferocious-looking erection that was tenting his panties obscenely. Was Jesse that excited because he was with Mark? Mark noticed that Jesse's bedroom was painted pink and had pink things and teddy bears in it. Not to mention lingerie and stockings strewn here and there. "Like I said at school," Jesse said, as if there were nothing unusual about a boy's room being sissified, "you can have my lunch money if you want. In fact, here it is. $3 a day for the next week, in fact. $15. Take it and be on your way. Or you can have what you really want." Mark looked at the $15. Then at Jesse. Cold sweat had formed on his upper lip. The right thing to do, Mark KNEW, was to take the money, punch this brash fag in the mouth, and go home. But Mark wasn't sure he wanted to do the right thing. As Mark stood frozen, Jesse sissied across the room and picked up a pink, wispy, babydoll nightie that weighed about four ounces. He slid it over his head, flung a flirty look at Mark, then eased down his panties until they puddled at his feet. The sexy sissyboy then lay on his back, on his bed. The nightie was so short that Jesse's penis and testicles were fully exposed to Mark's tortured eyes. Jesse smiled at Mark, then began to pull his pink foreskin up and down. Precum was leaking from the young beauty's peelips. The sweet angel began to pull thin strands of precum from his knob, achieving an 18-incher, as Mark watched in fascinated horror. "Take what you really want, Mark," Jesse said one last time. Mark did just that. The buff bully dropped his pants, then his underpants. Unsure of how one went about what he wanted to do, he still knew that being naked from the waist down is always a good icebreaker with a new friend. Jesse smiled slightly. A broader smile could have been seen as smug, thus wrecking the mood. Mark had a nice waist-down nakedness, including a fine pink prick that was stiff as a frozen, petrified, wrought-iron tree and leaking "boyish excitement" quite nicely. Seeing that Mark was unsure of his next move, Jesse suggested, "Get in bed with me, hug and kiss me as I play with your prick. I know you'll like that." Mark winced just a hair at the notion of kissing a fag. But Jesse didn't really look like a fag, did he? He looked like someone any sane boy in school would want to be kissing as his prick was played with. So Mark got into bed with Jesse. Who rewarded the almost-converted bully with the first kiss of Mark's young life. And one of the best. Lots of tongue! Major passion and feeling! And there was the matter of Jesse's right hand exploring Mark's private regions. Most expertly. And most lovingly. The kissing! The sweet toyings! Mark's immature brain was overloaded with sensual data. But his body knew exactly what was going on. Something was building inside Mark's guts. Something very big. Something intense. Mark had a vague notion of the existence of orgasms, but had never exper... Oh!!! Mark's loins were engulfed in erotic flames. The handsome young felon was shuddering with an onslaught of stupefying pleasures. As Little Richard once said in "Tutti Frutti," "Bop bopa-a-lu-ba a whop bam boo!" Perhaps Mark had been wrong about "fags," he thought, as his capsule reentered earth's atmosphere. About this particular "fag," at least. Mark had spent less than five minutes in erotic entanglement with Jesse and, as far as Mark knew, he was in love. No lunch money theft had been one millionth as good at what Jesse's kisses and soft penile caresses had triggered in Mark. Even on those rare, sweet occasions when his victims resisted and Mark got to pound their faces with his fists had Mark enjoyed himself one hundred-thousandth as much as he had with Jesse. Of course, Mark was now facing the question of "What next?" Should he punch Jesse in the face, call him a fag, grab the $15 and stomp off, his "manhood" tarnished but intact? There were satisfying elements of that alternative. It was familiar. It was profitable. It allowed Mark to continue his life on its current path. But it virtually ensured that there would be no further "slap and tickle" with Jesse, a sissyboy so alluring and so stimulating that even a thug like Mark Thugley could fall in puppy love with him. Actually, it appeared that Mark was a "recovering" thug, since what he did next closed, if not sealed, the door back to his usual thug life. Mark reciprocated. He pulled Jesse's nightie up to his neck, exposing a delicious pair of puffy nipples. Which Mark pelted with soft kisses and licks as he used his right hand to run Jesse's foreskin up and down across Jesse's tender knob. Jesse's moans of genuine ecstasy were a genuine revelation to Mark. He was imparting pleasure, instead of pain to another boy. And, if his raging, reinvigorated erection was any measure of his feelings, Mark was enjoying it all very much. So much that he began to improvise. Rather than rushing his bedmate to a swift climax, Mark paused now and then to allow Jesse to ease away from the edge. The sissyboy's whimpers as he implored Mark to bring him off excited Mark no end. Mark was still in control of the sissyboy's situation. And Mark was actually doing the sissyboy (no more of that "fag" tag) a favor. By the time Jesse was fully ready to empty his "pink peanut bag," Mark was ready to do something he had never imagined he would do. "I'm going to let you cum now, sissyboy" Mark said masterfully to Jesse. "I want a big load of cream from you to show me how much you liked what I did, get it?" "Oh, yes!" Jesse gasped. "Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir. Just, please..." Feeling manlier than he had ever felt pounding a weaker boy's face, Mark performed the single most astonishing maneuver of his young life. He took Jesse's pretty penis into his mouth and began to lick its crimson knob. Wow! Bazinga! One thought flashed through Jesse's brain before it went blank and his testicles assumed control of his thinking. "I am good at this," he posited. In the space of one afternoon seduction, Jesse had taken a bully from murderous intent to sucking Jesse's cock all the way to a stunning conclusion. Then Jesse just enjoyed shooting his 11-year-old boy's cream down Mark's 12-year-old throat. Mark fucked Jesse before that lovely afternoon was over, of course. His fat, lubricated cock slicing through the sissyboy's meager, sphincteral defenses and MASTERING Jesse's sissy pussy. Oh how Jesse loved to be mastered! Even at age 11 with a reformed 12-year-old bully calling the shots. A year later, with a Lord and Master husband and a sissyboy stepson's needs to fulfill, Jesse wasn't being mastered by as many alphas as he had been a few weeks earlier when he was single. But Daddy, his husband, had already been presenting Jesse with nice extra-marital opportunities, including that lovely night with Jesse's very own biological Daddy and Sunday's upcoming sissyboy spunk party at Mr. Twitchcock's house. In the year between Mark's "conversion" and Mark's afternoon "playdate" with Aldo, Jesse and Mark had been a regular, once or twice a week "item." Though both had other interests. Mark became quite an attraction to the boys he had previously bullied. The sight of one's former bully on his knees, sucking all the boy's cream from one's tiny penis proved to be quite stimulating to the lads and many of Mark's new love interests gladly surrendered their delicious bums to Mark's tongue, then cock in short order. But enough history. Mark was outside Aldo's door, kissing Jesse a grateful goodbye, then opening the door to reveal a very tasty sight. Eleven-year-old Aldo Bumblaster, the prettiest boy at St. Gaylord's Academy, was lying on his side, back to the door. The young beauty was asleep and making the cutest little breathing noises. The modest, baby-blue, cotton nightie, with little white-lace accents and skirts that reached the knee – the outfit that Jesse had insisted Aldo wear – had risen up to reveal the vast loveliness of Aldo's ass. Being human, Mark noticed. It was the kind of ass that even an experienced boylover like Mark Thugley had only dreamed about fucking one day. And it appeared to be all his for the taking. Or at least for the asking. Over the past year of making anal and oral love to his school's finest sissyboys, Mark's approach had softened and his personality had evolved. Mark had hardly noticed that his former attitude of "consent is for pussies" had ebbed away, leaving him with his charms, his good looks and his quite-large-for-his-age sissypleaser. More than enough for the randy lot he moved among. But Aldo's ass was special. It had to be approached with grace and reverence. After discarding his own clothing, of course. The newly naked Mark approached the still-sleeping Aldo carefully. Respectful of Aldo's space and feelings, The old Mark would have shoved his cock into that world-class pucker, dry or not, and asked questions later. Unbeknownst to Mark, Jesse missed the brutish version of Mark, though he knew the new Mark was better for the world. Slowly, respectfully, Mark eased into bed with the sleeping Aldo, and slid his lead-pipe-hard cock into the crevice between Aldo's tailbone and anus. Oh! Even that felt good to Mark. And his cock leaked in silent appreciation of Aldo's beauty. Aldo stirred a bit. Thinking that his dream of being on a sandy beach on a tropic island with Mr. Couture was coming true. Aldo and his man were the only nudists on a beach filled with 50 or so people – the only male-male couple – the only older man and younger partner couple – and the only couple actively and shamelessly fucking. Aldo was wasn't the least bit embarrassed by it all. Did that mean he loved Mr. Couture? That he loved being a completely-out sissyboy? Or just that he loved fucking? Aldo moaned in appreciation of what he thought was Mr. Couture's cock and lifted his leg to afford better access to his bumhole. Mark was delighted. Until his sensitive side realized that Aldo was probably dreaming of someone other than Mark. Thus it would be unfair, inappropriate and rude of him to fuck Aldo under those circumstances. Stupid sensitive side! Even worse, Mark recognized that any fuck would be painful to the unlubricated Aldo. Which would diminish Mark's chances for future fucks. Not a good idea. So Mark did what any decent, responsible lover of sissyboys would do in that situation. He slid himself into a position where his tongue could lubricate Aldo properly for what Mark NEEDED more than his next breath at that point. Lovely sissyboy anus meat! With all the [blush] juicy gravy. Yum! Well! That's what we call a waker-upper. Even for a sleepy Aldo. Aldo was mildly surprised to see that his delightful analinguist was not the mature Mr. Couture, but the 13-year-old Mark. And even more surprised that Mark's tongueing skills far exceeded his years. Mark Thugley could eat some ass! A fact to which 17 local sissyboys aged 8 to 14 would attest with delight. Since his conversion, Mark had been quite busy swapping sperm and saliva with the local beauties. And was very much a local favorite. He had been fantasizing about making a play for Aldo, who was generally known as the local beauty of all beauties, but saw no signs that the boy had come down on the sissy side. Despite that restraint, Mark had resolved to attempt a seduction of Aldo sometime over the summer, but was thwarted by Aldo's all-vacation-long, prison-camp trip to his mother's. When Jesse "suggested" to Mark that a school-bus move on Aldo the first casual-clothes Friday of the school year would be well-received, Mark's dreams were fulfilled. In part, anyway. So far all Mark had done was get Aldo squealing and shuddering on the bus, then from being tongue-fucked so artfully and passionately in bed that sweet Saturday. Mark insinuated his fingers onto Aldo's penis, which was painfully stiff, and began to manipulate the pretty, pink foreskin as he ardently ate Aldo's asshole. That did it. Aldo cried out in erotic agony, then spasmed through a five-alarm orgasm, during which, young Mr. Thugley intensified his analingual efforts. Is it any wonder that Aldo opened his arms to Mark and, despite where Mark's tongue had just been, French-kissed him ferociously for a very nice, very long time? During this passionate embrace, Mark somehow managed to slide two pillows under Aldo's hips and, without breaking the kiss, inserted Tab A (Mark's boypussypleaser) into Slot A (Aldo's boypussy). A spectacular fuck ensued, again establishing Mark's credentials as someone with talents far beyond any other sissyboyfucker of his age group. Heaving. Writhing. Animalistic noises. Cries of pain and pleasure. Gasping. Groaning. And then, sperm filling Aldo's bumhole yet again as Mark cried out in adolescent lust fulfillment. Aldo followed him to pleasureville moments later. And the exhausted lovers lay side by side. Kissing and exchanging compliments. "You're so beautiful, Aldo! I wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you." And... "Oh, Mark! I never thought it could be so good with another boy. You're awesome!" Which was nice. Very nice. And it kept being very nice until just about the time both sets of testicles were recharged and ready for another round. But Mark chose that time to continue the conversation, while Aldo wanted only another good, stiff fucking. And the topic moved in an odd direction. "That's a cute nightie you're wearing, Aldo." "Thank you. My stepmother, Jesse, gave it to me." "Jesse has very nice taste, especially in stepsons." So far so good. Let's fuck. But no. "When did you start wearing stuff like that, Aldo? Nighties. Stockings. Stuff like that." "About a week ago, when all this stuff with men, sissyboys and you started." "Do you like wearing stuff like that, Aldo? I'll bet you do. You look so sexy in it." Aldo blushed at the compliment. "It's OK" Aldo replied. "And men really like it. I don't mind wearing black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings and a garter belt. That really gets men riled up." Did Aldo see Mark's cock twitch at the mention of stockings? Mark cleared his throat and asked, "I like stockings too. Do you have any pairs handy?" Aldo thought that putting on stockings was a total waste of their time together, but a sissyboy pleases his man, so he said, "I have a lot of that stuff here in the room. Jesse and my Daddy bought out Sissy Boy World for me last Saturday. Let me find a pair." "Thank you, Aldo. That's really nice of you." Aldo blushed a little as he got out of bed and opened his stocking drawer. What must Mark think of Aldo? A whole drawer filled with various colors of seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings. Mark must think Aldo was a simpering, cock-sucking, man-loving, leg-spreading sissyboy. Which, in truth, was an accurate description. Aldo was blushing too at the thought of how Mark would probably react when he saw Aldo in stockings and garters. The other men and boys he had been "with" had practically exploded with lust at the sight of Aldo in those manpleasers. Would Mark fuck Aldo even more severely than their last knockdown, drag-out fuck? Aldo certainly hoped so. It was so great to find a boy only a bit older than Aldo who was all "alpha." He'd thought that Shane was that boy, but he turned out to be as swishy as Jesse and just as eager for Aldo's Daddy to fuck his pretty bum. Now where was that nice, black, ruffled garter belt that went so nicely with the stockings Aldo had selected? There it was. Aldo would just put all that stuff on as Mark watched and drooled equally from his mouth and his penis. Then he would tease him a little bit. Maybe get onto his knees and give Mark's knob a few wet, slow sucks – just to excite him, not make him cum. He wanted Mark's next creamy load in his bottom, not his mouth. A good plan, except... "Thank you, sweetie. These are perfect." Huh! Mark had snatched the stockings and garter belt from Aldo's hands and was sitting on the bed! Rolling one of the stockings into a doughnut and putting it on! Putting it on!! Then the second stocking!!! And the garter belt!!!! Oh. Et tu, Marce? [Marce being the vocative case of Marcus. Remember that, former Latin students?}. Mark was a secret sissyboy too? Yes and no. Mark explained as he admired himself in one of Aldo's full-length mirrors. Despite his disappointment, Aldo admired Mark too. He looked scrumptious in black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings and garter belt. "When we were kissing on the bus on Friday, I realized two things. First, fucking you as a top would be the high point of my career as a sissyboy fucker. Nobody will be more beautiful or a better fuck than you." Aldo blushed at that. And had already started to forgive Mark. "Second, I'm getting older – 13 years and 3 months. So if I want to feel what it's like on the bottom, as a sissyboy, now is the time. I knew you would have pretty lingerie, which is a good start, don't you think?" Logical enough for Aldo. But he had to say, "I don't want to be your top." Mark smiled magnificently and said, "That's the last thing I want. I'm going to fuck you the way a sissyboy dreams of being fucked. And right now." True to his word, the stockinged Mark pounced on the nightied Aldo and gave him the fuck of a lifetime. Applying everything he learned from carnal adventures with 17 other boys, Mark fucked Aldo's mouth until the boy was gagging on his own saliva and Mark's furious sperm deluge. Then, without even getting limp, he doggy-fucked Aldo until the young lovely's prostate was raw and his balls were depleted. That was what wearing stockings to fuck a major beauty did for Mark's libido. And Aldo's. Whew! The exhausted lovers were piled together on Aldo's bed. Cum everywhere. When Jesse made his usual well-timed appearance. "I'm sorry for interrupting, kids, but as Aldo's stepmother, I have to make sure he's still alive. Some of that screaming sounded pretty scary. Oh my! What's this? Young Mr. Thugley in stockings and garters? Oh my" With some effort, Aldo roused himself. This could be interesting. Mark didn't act the least bit self-conscious. "Just looking at things from the other side, Jesse, Honey." Jesse thought for a minute, then excused himself and left the room. Aldo wondered what that was about. Jesse wasn't the kind to back away from anything. His wondering stopped when Mark slid onto his knees and began to suck Aldo's cock. With amazing technique. And full ardor. Mark was a prize Aldo wasn't going to give up, regardless of which team Mark selected. Aldo's exhausted penis was on its way to another stiffie when Jesse came back into the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have to get Aldo cleaned up for his date tonight with Eric. And Mark, if you're serious about trying the other side, my husband would like to meet you." Huh? Was Jesse saying what it seemed he was saying? Was Daddy's reaction to Jesse telling him that Mark Thugley was wearing stockings to say, "Bring Mark in here and I'll fuck him?" Apparently so. Was Aldo jealous? Not really. He would have enjoyed watching that. Would Mark accept Jesse's kind offer to "meet" Mr. Bumblaster? With pleasure. Mark, the budding young sissyboy, shivered in delicious fear at the thought of surrendering his virginal bum to a man his sissyboyfriends described in "big" terms. Not burning any bridges is the mark of a good sissylover, so Mark said, "If it's OK with you, Aldo, I'd like to meet your Daddy. Since you're going out with that Eric man, and everything. I mean, I'd rather spend time with you, but..." "It's OK, Mark," Aldo said graciously. "You'll like my Daddy. He's very nice. And I hope you and I can see each other again soon. I have a whole closet full of things you would like to wear. In fact, I think you might want to change out of those cummy stockings before you see Daddy. Why don't you go take a quick shower while Jesse and I pick out some things for you?" Mark hugged and kissed Aldo in gratitude, then raced off to Aldo's en-suite bathroom for a shower. Aldo and Jesse exchanged glances, then selected some choices of outfits for Mark's "deflowering" at the hands (and cock) of Daddy. "That's awfully generous of you to give up a Saturday night with your husband for Mark to get fucked," Aldo finally said. "Thanks," Jesse replied, "but Daddy called Mark's mother and she wants him home by nine. After nine, I get my husband, my husband's gratitude, and best of all, before nine I get to see Mark Thugley get his butt plugged with nine fat inches of cock." Sissyboy stepmother is wise, Aldo thought for the he-didn't-know-how-manyeth time. When Mark rejoined Aldo and Jesse, he was looking scrubbed and flushed with fear and excitement about the brave new world he would be visiting. Or perhaps taking up residence in for at least a year or two. Sissyboyland! Aldo noted immediately that, despite the hard work Mark's cock had endured over the past couple of hours, the bigger boy's bigger rammer was stiff and ready for whatever Mr. Bumblaster aimed in his direction. Mark kept telling himself that Jesse had been taking Mr. Bumblaster's bumblaster up his pooper several times a day for weeks already and was still among the living. And it seemed highly likely to Mark that Aldo had been also hosting a certain someone's certain something, despite the paternal-filial relationship. So there was nothing to fear. Right? Still... Thank goodness that, over the previous three weeks, Mark had been training for just such an opportunity by using increasingly bigger dildos up his fine kiester. The last one, to which he had upgraded just that morning, should have been roughly the reported size of Mr. Bumblaster's meat torpedo. It had made Mark wince. But he got it all in. Still... What if Mark didn't know how to be a proper bottom? Men like it when you squeak, squeal, scream, simper and swish, don't they? Well, Mark did like that all stuff from the sissyboys he romanced. But he wasn't a squeaker, squealer, screamer, simperer or swisher. Could he be? Did he need to do all that? Was he willing to do all or most of those things in order to experience the amorous attentions of men? Time would tell. Meanwhile, Aldo and Jesse were having a high old time showing Mark the outfits they had selected for his probable deflowering. One was merely a pair of stay-up, white, unseamed stockings and a wedding veil. Not bad. But a little presumptuous, Mark thought. The other was a pair of white, cotton panties and a baby-blue, cotton nightie. The kind a nine-year-old girl might wear to bed. Not sexy, Mark thought. At first glance, Mark thought that the third option was too over-the-top. Everything was pink. Seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings. Garter belt. Diaphanous, shorty-short nightie. Wispy, see-through panties. Ribbon for Mark's longish hair. Pink. Mark looked at the pinkness, then at Aldo and Jesse and said, "Too much." But Jesse was awfully good at having his way. "Trust me. It'll all be easier for you if you can wear that. You won't need to squeak, squeal, scream, simper or swish. The clothing will say it all and you can just be yourself." Mark considered that for a moment and saw the logic. He put it all on – panties over the garter belt for easy removal, and stepped in front of the mirror to see if any vestige of his manliness remained. Sadly, no. But just looking at that over-the-top sissyboy in the mirror had Mark frightfully hard. Despite the full knowledge that he was looking at himself. Aldo and Jesse were full of compliments, of course, and were able to contain their snickers long enough for Jesse to gather his composure and say, "My husband is waiting. I know he'll be pleased. You look delicious." Mark smiled. He WAS delicious. And it was time to feed Mr. Bumblaster. There will be a Part Ten – we still need to have Mark fucked by Daddy, go on Aldo's date with Eric and stop in on the Sunday sissyboy spunk party. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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