Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 12:17:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stripoff (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stripoff (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Handoff Angela Bedready was in a bad spot. The 34-year-old journalist and single mom had just been offered the opportunity of a lifetime. With autocracies falling all over the world, Angela's editor had offered her the opportunity to cover the goings-on in Berserkerstan. Angela desperately wanted to go. And had already accepted. Was leaving in 36 hours. One problem. What to do with son Sam? Sam was a sweet, lovely young 11-year-old. Good student. Popular. Polite to all -- even his mother. Which gave his mother a mild, very mild, flash of guilt as she considered her dwindling options to pawn Sam off for five or six weeks. Angela's relatives were as helpful as Angela was -- not very. Sam had no father to take temporary custody. Never had one. He was the product of an overnight fling in Las Vegas nearly 12 years earlier. If Angela had a lead on Sam's so-called biological father, Sam would have been dumped on that man's doorstep forthwith. Hey! What about that guy in condo 2E? The one right below Angela's and Sam's place. What was his name? Stone something. Stone Biggenhard. That was it. Mr. Biggenhard knew Sam. Said hi to him and Angela whenever they passed his place. He seemed nice. Of course. Stone Biggenhard would be perfect guardian for Sam over the next five or six weeks. Doing a felony-conviction check on Stone would be a waste of time. The man was obviously nice. He said hi, after all. So he liked Sam. Showing world-class chutzpah, Angela took five minutes out from her packing that early evening and walked down to 2E to seal the deal. Angela was a very beautiful woman, after all. And men did what beautiful women wanted. It was the way of things. Angela knocked. She heard movement inside Stone's place, but no one came to the door for a good three minutes. Maybe Stone was in the bathroom. Eventually the door opened and there Stone was, wearing a bathrobe and slippers at that early hour. Must have been changing out of his work clothes. What did the man do anyway? No matter. He liked Sam. Said hi to him. Angela gave Stone a close look for the first time. He was quite an attractive man. Early forties maybe. Oh yes. Angela's charms would do quite nicely in persuading this man. First bad sign was when he didn't remember Angela's name. So she reminded him. "I'm Angela Bedready in 3E. My son is Sam. You know him." Stone brightened at the mention of Sam. "Oh, yes. Hello, Mrs. Bedready." "Call me Angela," she said with a big smile. Expecting to be let in. But she wasn't. "May I help you, Angela," Stone asked politely. At which point Angela explained her big work opportunity, her need to ensure that Sam was well cared for, and her trust for Stone Biggenhard. During that ridiculous soliloquy, Stone stared in dazed silence. What kind of mother leaves her son with a man she knows nothing about? A desperate one. Who was making an implied promise of pussy if Stone came through. A bargaining chip of no interest to Stone. But he did feel sorry for Sam, who would probably be shaking a coin cup down by the railroad tracks if someone didn't step up and help the kid. "I can take Sam, Angela, but please be advised that I have some odd habits, which I wouldn't stop if Sam were here." A vastly relieved Angela said, "Thank you so much! Oh, I'm so grateful!!!" The unfit mother decided that Stone was a smoker or something. Wouldn't hurt Sam to get a little second-hand smoke for a few weeks. Angela gave Stone her emergency numbers, a spare key to her condo and $1,000 for expenses. Then she left Stone. As she hummed a happy tune. Thinking about saying, "This is Angela Bedready reporting from Al Farouk, Berzerkerstan." Now that Sam was safely placed. Two -- Odd Habits Indeed Two days hence, Angela was off to Berserkerstan and Sam was arriving home from school. Instead of going home to 3E after school. the 11-year-old was letting himself into 2E. The home of Mr. Biggenhard. A man Sam barely knew, who was going to be his "guardian" for the next several weeks. Ick. What was wrong with Sam's Mom anyway? Career was important, but what she did was ridiculous. Mr. Biggenhard seemed to be a nice man and everything, so Sam guessed that he could stay with him and be OK. But the boy had some long-term doubts about his Mom. Sam set his bookbag down and went into the kitchen. A note from Mr. Biggenhard said, "Help yourself to anything, Sam. I got you some milk and cookies. There's stew in the crockpot for our dinner. Will be home at 6." Wow. Already this guy was better than his Mom. Sam had the milk and cookies, then decided to watch the 52-inch TV that was beckoning to the boy in the living room. He flipped it on and it came up on the last channel Mr. Biggenhard had been watching. Sam saw that it was channel 732. He didn't get that channel. Probably some dumb channel for grownups. He was about to change it when... Whoa!! What was that? A boy, a naked boy, aged about ten or eleven was strolling across a stage in front of a long table where five naked men were seated, facing the boy. The boy was very cute and very suggestive in his movements in front of the men, bending this way and that. Making sure that the men got a really good look at his tiny penis and testicles. The camera made sure that the viewer got a really good look at the young beauty's tiny penis and testicles too. And a voiceover man was saying, "Ten-year-old Todd Bumfull is quite a competitor, Rob. He's definitely a rising star for the Philadelphia Creampuffs this year." A second man's voice said, "You're right, Derek. And by the peenermeter, he's making the judges `rise' too. Look at those numbers." A stunned Sam half-noticed a set of numbers increasing at the bottom of the screen. What was this? The first announcer's voice said, "For those of you who are new to the growing sport of competitive cockteasing, or as we call it, `comptease,' the judges' involuntary reactions determine the scores. Numbers are assessed through attachments to the judges' penises, testicles and nipples, so there's no subjectivity to the scores. It's all very fair." "Whoa, Rob," Derek said, "I wouldn't call that fair. Young Todd is showing the judges his asshole and it's a showstopper. He's showing pink and, oh my! Judge number three is spunking. That's 100 bonus points for the Creampuffs. And that will end round two. In round three, the boys will be putting on black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and attaching them to their ruffled garter belts. So stick around." As the show cut to commercial, Sam was literally sweating. What was this? "You're watching SBTV, Sissy Boy Television. All sissyboy. All the time," the television informed Sam. Sissyboy? What was a sissyboy? And why were those naked boys walking in front of those naked men? Sam knew that ladies tried to excite men. Some ladies did. That was the natural way -- so that the men would fill them up with their seed. That was how babies were made. Sam learned that in health class. But boys doing that for men? It made no sense. And why was Mr. Biggenhard looking at a channel that showed stuff like that? Was he some kind of a pervert? He didn't seem like a pervert. Perverts don't make stew in a crockpot for supper, did they? Sam reached to turn the TV off, but the "commercial" he saw next grabbed his attention. A naked boy was on his stomach. Crying and asking a very nasty looking, naked man who was standing behind him to stop shoving a very large mancock into the boy's bottomhole. It was astounding! The man was a feral beast! Snorting and shoving and the boy was saying, "You didn't use Spermbutt. It hurts!" Spermbutt? What was that? And why was the man doing that seemingly impossible, disgusting, brutal, gay thing to that poor boy? How was this a commercial anyway? It wasn't selling anything. But wait... The scene shifted to a happy, naked boy who was taking an even bigger cock into his miniature bottomhole. Showing no ill effects and expressing no complaints. Instead, the boy was grunting and squeaking contentedly until suddenly, the boy began shooting some thick creamy stuff from his stiff little cock. And enjoying the whole process quite a bit, if his shudders of pleasure were genuine. The scene shifted to the boy and the man lying in bed together. Kissing passionately. The boy's bottom was oozing large glops of the man's sperm. The boy stopped the kiss, looked at the man with his doe eyes and said, "That was awesome, Daddy. Thanks for using Spermbutt." After which, the boy slid down and began to lick and suck his Daddy's poop-stained cock! The announcer then said, "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. You sissyboy will thank you." Sam was almost crying with fear and bewilderment. That boy was letting his very own Daddy stick his fat cock into the boy's bottom!?!?!? His Daddy?!?!? Then sucking his Daddy's cock afterwards?!?!? How could that be? And how could Mr. Biggenhard be watching something like that? Sam reached for the remote to turn it all off. But instead he hit the channel-up control. Moving to channel 733. Which showed a basketball game. Like 84 other channels showed every Saturday. Whew. Normal at last. Until Sam noticed the channel logo in the bottom right. It said "SBTV2." And the camera moved off the basketball court into the stands, where an impossibly pretty eleven-year-old boy named Leo was being interviewed. "Are you the boyfriend of Jamal Dunker, this year's most valuable player?" Leo gave a million-watt smile and answered affirmatively. "Do you think Jamal is a good player, Leo?" "Oh, yes. I come to every game he plays and he's really good." "What's Jamal really good at, Leo?" "Well, [giggle], he's a really good `ballhandler.'" "Does he handle your balls, Honey?" [Giggle] "Sometimes." [Giggle] "And he's a good shooter too. He shoots his man's cream really far. All the way into my bum. I can almost feel it oozing out of my nose. {Giggle]." Sam shut the TV off. And shuddered at the prospect of seeing the man who watched such horrors. Mr. Biggenhard was a stone pervert. No doubt. And Sam was stuck with him until his Mom got home. What to do? Rule One, Sam decided was, he would never sleep on his stomach. Rule Two, never give the man one millimeter of encouragement. Sam wanted NOTHING like what those sissyboys were doing on that awful cable channel. Because Sam was NOT gay. No matter how stiff his cock had been when he was watching that gay filth on television. That was just normal, boy stiffness, Sam told himself. A boy Sam's age could get stiff reading a power-tools catalog. The stuff Sam had seen was so disgusting that the boy was thinking about turning the TV back on -- just to see exactly how disgusting it all was. But just then, the front door opened and Mr. Biggenhard stepped into the condo. Sam gulped. That was close. What if Sam had been watching that Leo boy on his knees sucking That Jamal man's big, black, hard, drippy cock?!?!? And Mr. Biggenhard caught Sam watching?!?!?!? Mr. Biggenhard would think that Sam was gay, especially when the man saw Sam's perfectly normal hardon. Which Sam KNEW was in no way connected to any of the filthy programming on either SBTV or SBTV2. Mr. Biggenhard smiled brightly when he saw Sam. Telling the boy that the man didn't suspect that Sam had been snooping. Or maybe it meant that Mr. Biggenhard was being nice to Sam in anticipation of Sam being the man's "victim!" MAKING Sam into a gay, simpering little sissyboy while his mother deserted him for Berserkerstan. Sam snapped out of it and decided to show no fear or anxiety. Just act normally. That was it. And normal things were that evening. Better than normal for Sam, whose mother didn't cook, worked many evenings and had little interest in Sam's activities. The man seemed genuinely interested in Sam, his life and even baseball, Sam's favorite pastime. After dinner, Mr. Biggenhard even took Sam outside and had a catch with him. Something no adult had never done. Wow! Sam thought. For a decadent pervert, Mr. Biggenhard was a good guy. Sam went to bed at his normal time of 9 p.m. and Mr. Biggenhard even tucked the boy in. Another first. There was so much to think about that he couldn't sleep. Maybe a glass of milk would help. Sam got out of bed, left the room and headed for the kitchen, where a light was on. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from exposure to the light and saw Mr. Biggenhard. All of Mr. Biggenhard! The man was naked. Completely naked. Fixing the coffee pot for the next day and making lunches for both him and Sam. The sight of a naked man doing "normal" things startled Sam so much that he gasped audibly. Which made Mr. Biggenhard turn and face Sam. The man didn't try to cover himself. Or act ashamed at being naked. In one sense, Mr. Biggenhard had no reason to be ashamed. He was very fit and nicely hairy. But the man's most prominent feature, in Sam's estimation, was his cock. Mr. Biggenhard's prick was very big and it was very hard! Which elicited a second gasp from Sam. With no visible shame from Mr. Biggenhard. "Everything all right, Sam?" Mr. Biggenhard asked. Sam could only nod. "Just wanted milk," the boy stammered out. "Oh, sure. Let me get you some," Mr. Biggenhard said, as he moved unselfconsciously to get it. Sam was shivering when the man handed him the milk. Frozen to the spot. Expecting some sort of explanation. He got one. "I told your mother that I had odd habits, Sam. The biggest one, I guess is that I don't wear clothes at home. I guess I'm a bit of a nudist. I'm sure you know that it wouldn't have made a bit of difference with your mother. I hope it's OK with you." It wasn't OK with Sam. Totally. But what option did the boy have? Mr. Biggenhard was definitely a nice man. Though he walked around naked. And stiff-cocked. And he watched filthy TV shows about naked boys. But he did play catch, make lunch and cook actual suppers. And no one was perfect. "It's OK," Sam managed to squeak out. He was troubled when he went back to bed, but still fell right to sleep -- as the young and innocent usually do. Three -- Life with the Big and the Hard The next morning, Sam awoke to Mr. Biggenhard shaking him gently. "It's 7:15, Mr. Sleepyhead. School is waiting." Sam's eyes opened and he saw that Mr. Biggenhard was naked again. Apparently in the belief that since his secret was out, he could go ahead and nude things up. Sam tried not to look at the man's ridiculously large cock. And the obscene way that it was sticking up in the boy's presence. Sam wondered, was that erection because of Sam? Well he CERTAINLY hoped not! Because Sam was NOT gay and had no plans to become gay. Still, aside from the nudity, the exposed, constant erection and the gay, pederastic smut on the television, life at Mr. Biggenhard's was pretty good. The man handed Sam a really nice lunch and the boy saw him fire up the crockpot for another chicken something or other that would be ready for their supper. At school that day, Sam thought about his situation a bit, but not all that much. He could get used to his guardian being nude, he imagined. And he had to admit his curiosity about those TV shows. Were there really boys like those sissyboys? So many that they had a cable channel about them? Two cable channels! Maybe more that Sam had not yet discovered. When he got to Mr. Biggenhard's after school, the boy decided to watch just a little more. The TV was still on SBTV2 when Sam turned it on. The channel guide said it was a show called "Whose is Bigger?" and it showed two lovely, nude boys, perhaps a year younger than Sam, admiring each other from across a room. There was a man in a voiceover saying, "Jerry, the blond beauty, and Kevin, the brunet angel, have decided to compare penises to see whose is bigger." To Sam's way of thinking, they both had miniscule equipment. Three inches would have won that contest cock down. But the show wasn't really a contest. The sweet boys moved closer and began to shyly touch each other's "boy's things." Which made their little pretties stand tall. Perhaps three and a quarter inches tall each. The erotic handling of balls and pricklets had the boys gasping and squealing softly until they started kissing! Right there on TV! Naked! With tongues!! Sam's own 3.65-incher was straining for freedom, so he granted its wish. The boys on TV kept up their sweet kissing, knob-skinning and ball-handling until Kevin squealed really loudly (though muffled by Jerry's tongue in his mouth) and began to shoot big, creamy ropes of boy-juice onto Jerry's tummy and hand. Oh my! Jerry answered with his own fierce orgasm and Sam joined him. Involuntarily. Ashamedly. Copiously. How did that happen? Why did that happen? And why did it feel so good? Like any boy, Sam had been curious about that strange thing called "cumming" that all the other boys in school talked about. So he had "fiddled with his diddle" a few times until he got a really nice feeling. Though he hadn't actually shot boy's cream until that moment. And what happened was miles beyond "a really nice feeling." It was awesome! Though all wrong. The sperm-laden fruit of a gaily poisonous tree. Sam was going to turn the TV off, clean up, get dressed, and find the nearest Catholic Church. Where he would give a confession that was sure to make some lucky priest's day. Just as soon as he saw what was next on the "Whose is Bigger?" program. Jerry and Kevin, it seemed, had abandoned their attentions to the measurement of each other's penises and instead had both produced two buff, hairy, well-hung, naked men purporting to be their fathers. Blond Jerry, whose recent "spendings" still glistened on his delicious tummy, was clinging to one of the men and saying to brunet Kevin, "My Daddy's man's thing is bigger than your Daddy's man's thing!" Though one good look at Jerry's Daddy placed that issue very much in doubt. Kevin's Daddy was packing some very hefty meat. The challenge was thrown down and accepted. Rules were agreed on too -- each angelic creature would measure the other's Daddy's rock-stiff penis by whatever means available. It appeared that neither bubblehead had brought a ruler to the measuring contest. Jerry, who was flirting shamelessly with Kevin's Daddy, suggested, "Let's measure by the number of butterfly kisses it takes to get from the bottom of their ball bags all the way up to their peeholes." That excellent suggestion was rapidly accepted by the rules committee and the viewer was treated with the sight of each doll on his pretty knees, applying soft kisses, then teasy licks, to every square millimeter of each other's Daddies' fat cocks. The boys soon lost count, which made Sam wonder if they ever really measured anything on that show. Which was the last thought he had before Jerry capped Kevin's Daddy's knob with his pretty mouth and Sam's cock, which he had been stroking passionately, exploded for the second time that lovely day. Oh dear. That one was a true gusher. So much so that after Sam had pretty much emptied his testicles, the boy had to deal not only with the shame and guilt of his disgustingly gay behavior -- he had to clean up a very cummy mess before Mr. Biggenhard came home. Which would happen at any moment. A panicked Sam turned the TV off, then scurried furiously until all was well. Except for his shame and guilt. And a cum smell that permeated the walls. Just at that moment, Mr. Biggenhard arrived. Carrying groceries and sniffing the air. After he greeted Sam warmly, Mr. Biggenhard felt the television. Warm. The little nipper was watching SBTV and shot his stuff. No problem there. Every normal male who watched SBTV shot his stuff. Sam, it appeared to Mr. Biggenhard, was normal. "I'll just go get undressed, get supper up and then we can talk about our days," Mr. Biggenhard said. Sam gasped a little at that. Mr. Biggenhard was going to be naked again. Whenever they were in the condo, it appeared. But Sam would NEVER walk around naked like that. Especially in front of a man like Mr. Biggenhard. Who was obviously gay. Not Sam. Which was a resolution he kept for three more days. A Friday it was. After school. Four -- Nude at Last, Nude at Last By the fifth day of Sam's sojourn at Mr. Biggenhard's, Sam had become quite the fan of five things: SBTV, SBTV2, stroking his cock as he watched the first two, shooting ever greater portions of boy's cream from his highly aroused penis, and sneaking peekies at Mr. Biggenhard's "big and hard." The boy found himself wondering if it were truly possible to do some of the things he had witnessed on the two naughty channels. On one show, called "Anal Almanac," a man stuck his tongue into a boy's bumhole! And licked the boy out for a really long time! To Sam, at first, it looked really disgusting and degrading to them both, but the boy was squealing happily and begging for more the whole time! And then...and I'm not making this up...the boy said, "Oh, Daddy! Please stop that and fuck me! I'm ready for you, Daddy! I'm ready!" Sam watched in delighted horror as the man (the boy's own father!!!) stopped licking out his son's bottomhole, set the "victim" up on all fours, lined up his impossibly huge, stiff cock with the boy's sopping bottomhole and shoved the entire raging cockbeast into the boy's defenseless asshole!!! Sam thought it was a snuff movie. Where someone actually dies during filming. A theory Sam felt was confirmed when the boy screamed as if he were being axe-murdered. But then, it was clear that the scream was one of boundless passion. The boy LOVED having his Daddy's stiffie inside of him. He LOVED being fucked! The boy was gasping and whimpering and saying, "Oh, Daddy, I love you!" Then, his face took on a look of urgent desperation, he winced in joyful agony, then began to shoot his sperm in six triumphant ropes. A confused, ashamed, and impossibly randy Sam shot six thick ropes of his own. That was Sam's Thursday afternoon visit to The Other Side. On Thursday at supper, Sam kept watching Mr. Biggenhard to see if the man was going to "put a move" on the boy. Sam was convinced that the whole thing had been a conspiracy between Mr. Biggenhard and Sam's Mom to "make" Sam gay. Though he couldn't come up with a good reason for Mom to want that. Mr. Biggenhard, on the other hand, probably did want to make Sam gay, the boy reasoned. Make Sam into one of those helpless, take-it up-the-bum, swallow-don't-spit little creampuffs on those two channels. Mr. Biggenhard wanted to "fuck" Sam, the boy practically KNEW it! Though other then the man's nudity and cable television package, Sam had no hard evidence. Which was ironic because an unrelenting erection should be "hard" evidence enough. Was Mr. Biggenhard just setting Sam up to FORCE himself on the boy! It wouldn't be Sam's fault in any way if Mr. Biggenhard RAPED him. Sam wouldn't be gay afterwards. Even if Mr. Biggenhard RAPED Sam four or five times a day until Mom came home. [Sigh] No such luck/misfortune, Sam thought. Though there was one glimmer of hope on Thursday night. Man and boy had had their usual companionable evening together (something Sam was coming to like very much), when Mr. Biggenhard announced it was Sam's bedtime. Sam looked at the clock and determined that Mr. Biggenhard was correct. So he said goodnight to the naked guardian and went off to his room. Where Mr. Biggenhard had laid out the boy's freshly laundered pajamas -- another plus compared to life with Mom. Sam took a little more time getting ready for bed that night. It seemed that he did a little naked posing in front of the mirror. Wondering why Mr. Biggenhard hadn't RAPED him yet. By all measures, Sam was a beauty. And his body invited ravishment. Was Mr. Biggenhard STRAIGHT?!?!?!?! What a horrible prospect! Sam was so confused. He slipped his pajama top over his head, leaving the region south of his belly button exposed, then reached for his PJ bottoms. Just at that moment, Mr. Biggenhard poked his head into the room. Actually, his red, dripping knob preceded his head, but that's too much detail). The man saw Sam in all his half-naked glory and, much to Sam's abject disappointment, acted as if it were no big deal. Sam felt tears forming in his pretty eyes. Wasn't this gorgeous man EVER going to forcibly degrade him sexually? Which wouldn't be Sam's fault. "Hey, Buddy," the man said. "I know how difficult it is to wake you in the morning already, so let's get our sleep, OK? You can stay up a little later tomorrow night." As if Sam weren't even beautifully half-naked. Impulsively, Sam demurred from putting on his pajama bottoms, scooted off for a quick tinkle, then returned. Making sure that Mr. Biggenhard got a really good look at his boyish prick, balls and tiny asshole as he got into bed. Three reactions from Mr. Biggenhard. None of which involved forced sodomy. The man tucked Sam in, which he had been doing each night. Then he said, "I'm really glad you're staying here with me, Sam. You're a great kid." Then he kissed Sam briefly on the forehead, turned the light out and left. Sam emptied his balls ten seconds after the door closed. It was the single most thrilling moment of his life. The man had kissed him and almost said he loved Sam. Things at Mr. Biggenhard's were way better than things with Mom. On Friday, Sam decided that he would be nude when Mr. Biggenhard came home. Openly watching SBTV. Surrendered to the consequences. Somebody had to make a move and it didn't appear that it would be Mr. Biggenhard. So Sam sat nudely on the couch, watching a show called "My Three Sissyboys," quivering in anticipation about what his nudity would engender. It was a clear sign to Mr. Biggenhard that Sam had surrendered to him. Sam was Mr. Biggenhard's to USE as he saw fit. The man would get that, right? Sam was distracted from his apprehensions by the show. A forty-something man came home from work, shedding his clothes as he entered his house. "Whew," the newly-nude man said as he folded his clothes, "What a rough day at work. I sure hope that my boys are ready for some fucking." The man opened a bedroom door and encountered a beautiful, 12-year-old, nude boy on his knees, sucking a 60-something, standing man's long, thick cock quite expertly. The boy stopped sucking when he heard the door open and said, "Daddy! Privacy!! Grandpa and I are busy." "Sorry, Alex. Sorry, Daddy," the randy man said, and moved on. It's always the Daddy that gets the worst of it on American TV. The man grumbled to himself. "Damn Viagra," he said, "My Daddy gets hornier every day. I wonder if Ben is occupied." The man opened Ben's room and saw a picture-perfect 11-year-old on his back being furiously fucked by a jockish high-school boy. The man slipped out unseen. "It's Grand Central Fucking Station in here today," he mumbled. "Corey better be free or Grandpa's getting sent to the Old People's Home today." The man opened 10-year-old Corey's room and it was jackpot time. The boy was nude, on his bed, lubricating his "pussy" with a fat probe and half a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. "I thought you'd never get here, Daddy," sweet Corey said. And at just that moment Mr. Biggenhard walked in the door. Carrying a pizza. Mr. Biggenhard walked toward Sam. He smiled contentedly. Was he going to sodomize Sam now? "I'm glad you got comfortable," was all he said about Sam's delicious nudity. "I'll get undressed and we can have our dinner." Mr. Biggenhard was definitely low-key. Though Sam could see signs that he "liked" Sam more than he seemed to. As they ate their pizza and analyzed the local baseball team, the Springfield Isotopes, Sam could see that Mr. Biggenhard's cock was leaking large glops of pre-man's-cream. That hadn't happened before. So, while a man's mouth may lie, his cock is invariably honest. Mr. Biggenhard "liked" Sam in the way Sam had decided he wanted Mr. Biggenhard to like him. Sam was sure of it. Man and boy cleaned up the pizza debris, being careful not to touch each other's steaming bodies. Then Mr. Biggenhard said, "The Isotopes game is starting now. Want to watch?" An opportunity to watch baseball with Mr. Biggenhard! On that two-seater couch! It was a prescription for homosexual debauchery. Mr. Biggenhard was practically FORCING Sam to have sex with him. Losing his potential heterosexuality wouldn't be Sam's fault. It would be entirely the man's fault. But only if Sam innocently agreed to join Mr. Biggenhard on the couch. "That sounds great, Mr. Biggenhard," Sam said. Man and boy sat on the small, double couch. Both naked. Hairy thigh against hairless thigh. The game was on the TV. The Isotopes were doing well. Sam was doing better. He had never been so excited in his life. Or as scared. The man's drooling discharge was getting wetter. Sam's testicles were aching more and more with unfulfilled excitement. But neither would admit to anything more than an interest in baseball, until... "Isn't this exciting?" Mr. Biggenhard asked Sam. Sam nodded meekly. Did Mr. Biggenhard mean the game or...? "I can see that you're excited, Sam. Your nipples could cut glass." Sam gulped. And looked at his nipples. It was true. And Mr. Biggenhard was looking at Sam's nipples too...instead of the game. But still, no overt act, until... Mr. Biggenhard touched Sam's left nipple...with the fingerpads of his right hand. Sam gasped. The man rubbed the hard nipple gently. Teasingly. Oh! There it was. The unmistakably overt act. The man's other hand was on Sam's cock. Pulling the foreskin up and down...slowly and sweetly. "You have a pretty `plaything,' Sam. It almost asks for me to play with it. Would you like me to play with it?" Sam nodded and grunted out his permission. He was quivering. And his eyes were filled with tears of fear and passion. The boy shuddered through his first taste of gayness. It was most tasty. The way the man handled him was so thrilling. And then Mr. Biggenhard kissed Sam! With open mouth and lots of tongue. It was a horrendously gay moment. One that steered Sam's life in a new direction. A better direction. And had Sam whimpering desperately for more of Mr. Biggenhard's tongue and for the orgasm he could feel coming at any moment. There it was. Surging toward his little peanuts. Making them throb with erotic anguish. Then SLAMMING into poor Sam. Making him squeal most unmanfully as he squirted quite manfully -- in thick globs of boy's cream. It was the single best moment of Sam's life -- soon to be eclipsed -- but Sam could only hope for that at that moment. Sam's sperm shot straight up, landing on the boy's tummy, his pubic region and, mostly, on Mr. Biggenhard's hand. Mr. Biggenhard was delighted. He'd been hoping for something this delicious since he'd first met Sam. But feared rejection...and the incarceration that would probably follow. Then Fate dropped the boy into Mr. Biggenhard's manly lap, which was where the man had relocated the sweet, young beauty after the boy had shot his juices. The little creampuff wanted it all. Mr. Biggenhard knew that. And the man was ready to give it all to him. Finally, the man could have sex with a real boy, instead of just watching those raunchy, awesome TV stations and rubbing his Johnson raw. The boy WANTED it. As he sat on the man's lap, the boy was kissing the man hungrily as he rubbed his hand up and down the man's stiffie. That felt marvelous, but Mr. Biggenhard didn't want to spunk just yet. Plus he had important, immediate business. Boy's cream that delicious couldn't be wasted. Sam whimpered petulantly when Mr. Biggenhard broke the kiss. But he watched in fascination as the man licked all of Sam's boyish sperm from his fingers and hand. Then the man had the boy stand in front of him as he licked the boy's privates clean of sperm. Sam shivered with lust as the man performed that naughty intimacy. But that was only the beginning. The man took the boy's penis into his mouth. Licking it lovingly. Running his tongue all around Sam's skinned, tender knob. Making Sam hard again. Delighting Sam in ways he could barely imagine. Until a second orgasm crashed into Sam's guts. Act Two was more debilitating than Act One. Making Sam weak-kneed. And astounding the boy that such pleasure could exist. Sam noted vaguely that the man had swallowed the boy's hot juices. Every drop. When Sam returned to the Home Planet, he stepped toward Mr. Biggenhard, leaned over and gave the man the sexiest thank-you kiss he could muster. The kind of kiss that the boys on SBTV had been giving their men as Sam watched them every afternoon that week. It was a very nice kiss. Though Sam knew that his man deserved more. Sam had experienced "relief," but the man needed it too. Payback in kind was the fairest feedback. So it seemed that Sam would just have to suck his man's cock. On his knees, of course. Just like the boys on SBTV. Sam's "guide to life." So Sam sank to his pretty knees. Delighting the man, who knew what that signified. Mr. Biggenhard leaned back and spread his legs. Giving the boy full access to all of the man's hairy parts. A more experienced boy would have given the man a nice, wet, ballbath first. But what he did was still very nice. Very nice. Sam pulled back Mr. Biggenhard's foreskin and considered his prize. The knob was hot, red and weeping for the boy's kisses. The shaft was thick, long and veined. For just a flash, Sam imagined that the man's fat cock was inside Sam's bottom. Like the boys on TV. It was a horrid thought. Though it didn't occur to Sam that being fucked by that very same cock was the inevitable outcome of what Sam did next. He took the man's fat cockknob into his tiny, boyish mouth and began to apply as much tongueage to it as humanly possible. Mr. Biggenhard watched in delight as the boy maintained full eye contact with his fellatric "victim." He was quite excellent for a beginner. For anyone, actually. And Sam's beauty and innocence quintupled the excitement. Mr. Biggenhard grunted out, "That's perfect, Baby. So good!" And later, "Stir my balls a little, Baby, please." Sam loved that he was able to please his man so well. And he loved being called "Baby." The man's "hairy eggs" were so heavy in Sam's little hands. He gave them little "love squeezes" as he increased the tongueiness of his assault on his man's knob. No living man could hold back his load during all that. So Sam soon earned the "sissyboy's big reward." Searing, hot sperm gushed from Mr. Biggenhard's cock, into Sam's throat. Choking the boy. But he was grimly determined to show Mr. Biggenhard that he was just as "hot pantsed" as those boys on SBTV. Sam gagged down as much sperm as he could, the rest dousing the man's pubic area. Soaking his hairs. It took a great deal of effort for Sam to lick up every molecule of man sperm. But Sam was up to the task. Mr. Biggenhard had exceptional expectations for the rest of the weekend. And they were completely fulfilled. Man and boy found themselves in Mr. Biggenhard's bed. Still naked, of course. And very much in love. Kissing. Exploring each other's bodies. Until both were stiff and needy yet again. Mr. Biggenhard had wanted to taste Sam's sweet ass from the moment he first saw the boy. So he asked the boy to sit on his face while he "ate him out!" Sam actually sat on Mr. Biggenhard's face!! And the man stuck his tongue into Sam's bottomhole!!! Which felt fantastic. And disgusting, all at the same time. The boy was amazed Sam that anyone would do what Mr. Biggenhard was doing. The man, Sam reasoned, must really think the boy was special. And that was the last time that reason played a role in anything that happened that highly memorable evening. For his part, Mr. Biggenhard was enjoying his very first anilingual feast. Not only did he enjoy the access to a beautiful boy's most intimate place, he loved giving Sam such obvious pleasure. As Mr. Biggenhard feasted on boy ass, the ass owner feasted on the raw sensation of being anally tongue-worshipped. Which led, eventually, to Sam's third "petit mort" of the evening -- all over his lover's furry chest. Which set the stage for the Big Event of that evening. Anal intercourse. Man-boy anal intercourse. Consensual. Which made it no less "dirty." And inevitable, given the lust in the room that could have been cut with a saber or a really stiff prick. Mr. Biggenhard laid Sam onto his back and said, "A boy has a special place inside of him, a place I know you've never found. I know where it is and I'm going to show you that it's the center of a boy's deepest needs. It's almost a magical place, deep inside you, that will give you even greater pleasure than we've had so far. Its formal name is the prostate, but let's call it your `boy's place,' OK?" Sam nodded warily. "Will it hurt?" Mr. Biggenhard smiled. "A little, maybe, but the pleasure makes up for it. I'm going to show you with my fingers, then I'm going to rub it with my cock. When I'm fucking you. OK?" Sam's eyes filled with fear. The man was going to FUCK him?!?!?!? It wasn't OK. It was wrong. It would hurt. It would make Sam totally and irretrievably gay. But Sam seemed to be unable to articulate any of that. He just watched as Mr. Biggenhard pulled some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant out of a drawer and slathered it onto three fingers of his right hand. Was the man going to lubricate Sam's anus? With those fat fingers? That seemed to be the only logical conclusion. Sam had to yell for Mr. Biggenhard to stop. Had to make it all end now! It would be too much for Sam to... "Unnhh!" Sam cried out as one lubed finger FORCED its way into the boy's bumhole. Sam was startled by how good that felt to him. Mr. Biggenhard was startled by how impossibly tight Sam's "servant's entrance" was. They both wondered how the man would ever insinuate his gigantic cock into such a tight spot. Mr. Biggenhard was concerned with potential failure. Sam was concerned with potential bisection. But reason lost again when Mr. Biggenhard's finger found the boy's prostate. And introduced itself. Sam cried out in wonder as he set foot on an undiscovered continent. What was that? It was so...unsettling. Yet, he wanted more of it. Lots more. Mr. Biggenhard took his time with the boy and his prostate. Kissing him sweetly as he introduced a second, then third finger to a place all men ache to visit. Enjoying Sam's labored breathing as his passion overcame his reluctance at admitting three fingers to his most private place. Right before Sam surrendered to his first anal orgasm, his pretty eyes got wide as he looked at Mr. Biggenhard in urgent desperation. As if to say, "What have you done to me?" and "Which of your other disgusting needs are you going to USE me to satisfy tonight?" Or maybe he was just saying "Unnhh!" with his eyes. Sam shuddered and shot a few drools of his boy's cream as he winced his way through his best orgasm yet. The bar kept moving higher with Sam and, despite the last vestiges of his resistance, he was eager to see just how intense an orgasm could be. Mr. Biggenhard was eager to show him. Before the exhausted boy could fully recover, the man had him face down, three pillows under his cummy tummy. Lubricated and dilated asshole at the proper angle for what every pretty sissyboy lives for -- a good, stiff fucking. Mr. Biggenhard knelt behind Sam, quickly lubed up his fat cock, skinned his knob, then rubbed his peehole against Sam's cute "wrinkle" until the boy was whimpering with undefined, but insistent need. Being harsh to avoid being cruel, Mr. Biggenhard pushed. Hard. Lodging the knob and two inches of thick shaft within Sam's untested anus. At first, Sam was too astounded to scream. Which was probably true of the victims of Vlad the Impaler, as well. The boy had been stabbed in the anus by Excalibur itself. Sam's entire, brief life flashed before him. Then he reared back for a world-record, "hollerin'-contest," last-will-and-testament scream. But never got that out either. The man shoved the rest of Excalibur into the boy's mortal remains. To the hilt. Until the boy could feel the man's pubic hairs against his coccyx. Had he been able to decipher anything from those nerve endings in the midst of his mortal agony. Sam's instinct was to struggle free. Run naked through the streets to a hospital where perhaps some miraculous emergency-room physician could shove his guts back in and save his life. But the man was too firmly mounted. And too reassuring. Leaning forward and saying, "That's it, Baby. Just relax. You'll get used to it and it'll feel really good. Just wait." Sam knew that time was critical in life-or-death medicine, so he shouldn't wait...he couldn't...!!!! But then. The torment became tolerable. Then it was gone. Replaced by an amazing feeling of erotic "fullness." At which point, the man, seeking the prime objective of his own orgasm, began to fuck the boy. Quite nicely. With long, strong strokes. Gentle at first. Then intensifying. Each cockstroke clipped the boy's prostate in a way that the man's fingers never could. It was amazingly exciting to them both. Sam was being fully and frantically fucked. The man was practically snorting fire and then... Thick streaks of surprisingly hot sperm drenched the boy's bowels. Which was just what he needed to produce that orgasm he had been building to through all the previous, lesser eruptions. Sam could only emit a tiny drool from his depleted testicles. But the tremors of his orgasm threatened to expand the Richter Scale. Mr. Biggenhard joined his lover on that higher plane. Grunting out his love for the boy as he marked him as his own for life. Minutes later, as they lay kissing and toying and exchanging promises of love and future lovings, neither considered the possibility that Sam would someday go back to his mother when she returned. Mr. Biggenhard would enter the "Sissyboy Protection Program" with Sam if he needed to. Sam doubted that his Mom would even notice he was gone. And Love must always conquer all. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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