Date: Thu, 26 May 2011 12:52:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Superiority (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Superiority (gay, adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- Now and then Derek Wreckbum awoke, as he did every morning, at 7 a.m. The 45-year-old man had one of those brain alarm clocks that he didn't seem to be able to shut off. Not that he wanted to sleep any longer. Derek's life was far too "interesting" to spend very much of it in an unconscious state. Derek didn't even take the time to rub his eyes before he looked to his left to see what anyone would agree was an "interesting" sight. A lovely, truly lovely, and naked, truly naked, 12-year-old boy was lying on his stomach, on top of the covers. Aiden Stunner was an amazingly blond beauty whose loveliness was enhanced by the sperm that was still oozing from his perfect bum -- the proud residue of a night of incendiary love that left both man and boy exhausted. In the best possible sense of exhaustion. Derek didn't wake Aiden quite yet. Drinking in the boy's splendor wasn't as good as drinking in his boyish sperm. But it was still quite delicious. The boy's perfect, pink body rose and fell slightly with each deep-sleepy breath. Derek admired the magnificence of the boy's neck, his creamy shoulders, his slim back, and the rounded rise that formed the plump, pink pillows of Aiden's bottom. Derek's morning wood throbbed. How would he ever take a piss with his cock fully vertical? A common quandary for the randy. Difficult, but with some care, mostly achievable. That being done, Derek returned to assert the rights of a man who awakens with a naked boy in his bed. The man lay next to Aiden and laid his large hand on the boy's warm bottom. Just letting it sit there for a moment. Then rubbing each plump pillow softly until Aiden's soft purr signaled his approval of Derek's companionable feelup. "Mmmmm, that's nice, Mr. Wreckbum," the boy said as his pretty eyes fluttered open. "You're so good to me." It was true. Derek Wreckbum was a kind and giving lover. He and Aiden had been regular lovers since the exquisite twelve-year-old's eleventh birthday. Starting with Saturdays, of course, then "sleeping" together at least two other nights a week. It wasn't a seven-day-a-week thing because neither was "exclusive." Neither wanted exclusivity. And why should they? A rich, connected, hunky 45-year-old boylover like Derek had boys practically flinging themselves at him. Especially that crop of randy, little nine-and-a-half-year-olds, who were the least skilled at seduction and, to Derek's thinking, the least desirable. No, an "older" beauty like Aiden was more to his liking. Someone who could form a true intent to love a man, the way Aiden loved his Mr. Wreckbum. Someone who could shoot his spunk, not just shudder through a dry orgasm. Derek was well aware of all the men who liked those really young boys. And the man had to admit that the cherubs were not without their charms. But Derek liked 11- to 13-year-old boys in his bed -- with his cock far up their bums -- and that was that. A man needs standards. Derek had been fucking his 11- to 13-year-old beauties for 22 years now and every one of them had been a pure delight. Though it did hurt him a bit to break up with so many sweet lovelies as they reached the incurable condition of 14-year-oldness. "It's not you, it's me," he told them all. And, with few exceptions, few were surprised. At 14, the juvenile seraphs still had scads of manly suitors. And everyone knew that Mr. Wreckbum was the "King of Saturday Night." Derek had "interviewed" plenty of younger boys, of course. For Saturdays. No boy joined the Saturday night festivities without Derek's full approval. Which naturally involved sampling the boy's charms. Derek didn't want a member to get a cold fish in his bed. As if that would ever happen when a naked man got into bed with a naked, ragingly hormonal boy. But it still paid to be on the safe side. During all of this appropriately vague exposition, Aiden had rolled onto his back and was now showing Derek the flip side of his delicious charms. The nipples that had nourished Derek again and again. Aiden's innie, of which Derek's ardent tonguings had triggered more than one boyish spermstorm. Aiden's perfect penis, now standing pink and proud as the boy's lover placed soft kisses along the skinned knob. The boy's tiny testicles, which produced more sperm than man-eggs three times their size. Aiden was a perfect princess of beauty, Derek decided yet again. And one doesn't waste perfection. Perfection must be fucked. Derek decided that Aiden's bum was still wet and stretched enough from their "4 a.m. feeding" that the man wouldn't need foreplay to get what men want. So he mounted the reclining beauty missionary-style, noting with delight that Aiden immediately raised and spread his knees to provide a good angle, then whimpered with need for his fucking. Derek obliged his sweet love. Derek's massive truncheon slid into Aiden's anus as if it were a sword finding its custom-made sheath. Indeed, after 619 exquisite fuckings, three days a week over the past 14 months, Aiden's ass greeted Derek's cock like the best friend it was. Still, Aiden gasped with lust-laced delight as he felt his ardent lover's cock pay the boy erotic homage. Derek and Aiden were active lovers in the mornings. Lots of thrusting and love-wrestling. Many cries of wonder and erotic agony as pleasure assaulted their bodies and lust overwhelmed their minds. Derek fucked Aiden far better than one would imagine one could fuck someone who was a bit more than a quarter of your age. When Derek fucked his first boy, he had been 23 and the boy had been 14. Derek remembered it well. Derek was only one year out of college and hadn't been expecting to be invited to join the town's "Lolita Society" as it was called then. All the town's influential men were members and Derek's father not only greased his son's membership, he insisted that Derek join. Derek pretended to resist, citing the stuffiness of club activities on every day of the week except Saturday. Derek knew that the Saturday activities more than made up for any weekday stuffiness. On every Saturday night for the past 18 years, the Lolita Society had been having its Saturday Night Pedo Party. And a good time was had by all. The girls, and they were all girls in those unenlightened days, were all aged nine to 14 and all quite slim and pretty. No one knew where the Saturday Night Pedo Party Director, Rob Kradle, found the girls. Most spoke no English. But they fucked. And they sucked. And the members figured that was good enough. Young Derek loved Saturday nights. Mostly. For a while. But even in his youth, Derek was a man of vision. The Saturday Night Pedo Party girl system was inefficient. Club dues were astronomically high. Clearly the costs, including large bribes, of importing underage prostitutes was excessive. As prostitutes, many were faking their pleasure. Which doesn't bother some men. It bothered Derek. A good one-quarter of the girls older than 12 had their monthlies each week. Which didn't bother Derek -- He always said, "I'll swim in the Red River, but I won't drink from it," -- but it grossed out most members. At least one-quarter of the girls over 12 were getting pregnant. Another expense. And, of course, being girls, their genes and instincts often demanded that they nag, manipulate and emasculate any member who arranged to see them on a Sunday or a weekday. Inefficient. Not only that, and this was a BIG negative, few of the Saturday Night Pedo Party girls would submit to a man's natural desire for anal sex. Pitiful. Derek saw a simple, yet brilliant solution to the above issues, though his first attempt to implement it nearly got him drummed out of the Lolita Society. On February 11, 1989, Derek Wreckbum brought 14-year-old Timmy Cravecock to the Saturday Night Pedo Party. In that Age without Enlightenment, one bold adventurer seized the future. And was promptly kicked out of the Lolita Society social hall. On his ass. In the snow. With young Timmy flung on top of him by Derek's Lolita Society brethren. Who were NOT gay, thank you. To Derek, the members were being stupid. Boys were the solution to everything. Boys wouldn't have to be smuggled into the country. They were already in the community and eager to satisfy their rampant hormones' demands. Boys wouldn't cost the members any money, other than a nice Christmas bonus and any presents individuals might give individuals for balls well emptied. Boys wouldn't be faking their pleasure. When their cocks stuck up, they were excited. When their cocks spurted, they were enjoying themselves. Boys didn't have periods or get pregnant. And they would ABSOLUTELY NEVER nag, manipulate or emasculate their man. Regarding anal sex -- duh! Boys have prostates. Cocks rub prostates. Rubbed prostates engender eye-crossing orgasms. It was the perfect solution. But how to implement it? Derek promised himself that he would think of a really good way to make his vision a reality. Right after he took Timmy to his apartment and got himself up to speed on man-boy sex. A subject regarding which Timmy was a significant expert. Derek had met Timmy at the supermarket when the boy wandered away from his mother and began chatting Derek up. Derek thought Timmy was very pretty and very cute and allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to be naked in bed with a naked Timmy. Kissing the boy all over. Then sticking his cock into the boy's mouth long enough to get the head nice and wet. He would then get the boy onto all fours, mount him like an Irish setter and fuck his bottom good and hard. And suddenly, it was all clear to Derek. Boys were cheaper, more enthusiastic, more willing, more reliable, more efficient and more grateful. Plus they loved to have their balls emptied and would eagerly allow men to plow their bums to their pricks' content. That first Saturday night, after being rejected at the Lolita Society, Derek intended to find out all he could about sissyboy superiority. Earlier that week, Timmy had stopped by Derek's apartment after school. The boy had taken off his pants and eagerly allowed Derek to "play with" his penis as they French-kissed. When the boy spurted, screaming out, "Oh, Mr. Wreckbum!" Derek had been delighted. But that was nothing compared to his joy at his own orgasm when Timmy got onto his knees, freed Derek's cock, and sucked it expertly to a monstrous expression of manly lust. If those iconoclastic morons at the Lolita Society had just gotten one taste of Timmy, Derek thought... Derek was determined to go far beyond a mere taste of Timmy that Saturday night. The boy's mother wasn't expecting him until midnight. Timmy and Derek would both have sore, exhausted balls by then. The best way to taste Timmy, Derek decided, was to taste Timmy. After they were both naked in 22-year-old Derek's bedroom, the man began to kiss and lick the boy all over. The boy's mouth was a delight, of course. As were his puffy nipples -- the sucking, of which engendered hot squeals from Timmy. Being in no hurry, Derek also indulged in a bit of navel tonguing. That alone, surprisingly, pushed Timmy off Cum Cliff. The boy shuddered out four creamy ropes as Derek noted the date. It was the second moment in his life when Derek was absolutely sure that he had given another human an orgasm. How could those idiot Lolita Society members prefer girls to this?!?!? Derek surprised himself by licking up all of Timmy's spermy juices, including the dribbles still emerging from the boy's drooling peelips. Which led to Derek's first-ever blowjob, administered with enthusiasm and delightful results. Timmy, who had had two stunning orgasms already, was rapidly falling in love with the man he called "Mr. Wreckbum." Derek was a giving lover who enchanted boys with his good looks and ample cockage, but what boys seemed to like best was the love the man obviously felt for the boys he took to his bed. Timmy wanted to do something equally debilitating for Mr. Wreckbum. But the man wasn't through with his oral explorations quite yet. With his right hand, Derek gently lifted Timmy's ballsack and began to nose his way into Timmy's anus. Finding the angle difficult, Derek flipped the boy onto his stomach, parted his pink globes with his thumbs and dove into Timmy's anus with his tongue. That was screamworthy! Not a "Help, I'm being murdered" scream. More like a "I'm a helpless little sissyboy and my man is eating my asshole" scream. They're different screams. Trust me on that. As the ache in his balls intensified, Derek's orgasm patience had finally begun to evaporate. So perhaps he didn't get all anilingual long enough. But Timmy wasn't complaining. Derek replaced his tongue with his cock in the boy's pretty bottomhole. And there it was. Derek was fucking a boy for the first time. Didn't we already ask the question, "How could those idiot Lolita Society members prefer girls to this?!?!?" Timmy was the most willing, grateful fuck of Derek's life. And the most satisfying. For both fuckers. Six minutes and 42 seconds after penetration, Derek could no longer hold back his creamload. The man emitted a virile roar, flooded Timmy's bumhole, and vowed that he was through with women. Now he had to convince the Lolita Society members. Derek had a plan. Not right then. His only plan at that moment was to get hard and fuck Timmy again. Then again if he could manage it. He managed it. The plan formed the next day, ten and a half short hours after Derek had delivered a well-fucked Timmy to his mother. Who, even in the unenlightened 80s knew who her son was and who he would be. And loved him for it. Young Derek called his first true love at 10:30 and after a bit of telephone pillow talk punctuated by giggles from Timmy that had Derek practically creaming his pants, Derek asked, "Can you round up two pretty friends and come over my house this afternoon, say at 2? You can tell the mothers that everyone will be home by 7. I know it's a school night. I have some men I want you and them to meet." Timmy eagerly agreed. He liked meeting men. The boy burned up the phone lines to locate two of his prettiest sissyboy colleagues. Derek called his father, Bart Wreckbum. "Hey, Dad," Derek said, "Things didn't go that well for me at the Saturday Night Pedo Party. I guess you heard." Bart laughed out loud. "I heard all right. They're going to hold an emergency meeting of the Lolita Society tomorrow night and revoke your membership. Mine too, if I'm not careful, since I sponsored you. And I don't know about you, but I like my Saturday nights just the way they are. What were you thinking? Our members aren't gay. They're just good, old-fashioned, hetero pedophiles." "Well, Dad," Derek said, "That's what I'd like to explain. Could you and Mr. Kradle [Rob Kradle, the Saturday Night Pedo Party director] come by my place today at 3? I need to explain myself better." "That just might make things worse, son," Bart said. "But you're already as good as blackballed, so what can it hurt? I'll call in a favor or two from Rob and be there with him at 3. Rob likes Jack Daniels and he is NOT gay, get it?" Derek got it all right. Bart and Rob would be getting it too at 3 o'clock. Hoping that the Lolita Society Neanderthals hadn't changed the locks yet, he hustled over to the Society's storeroom, where he slipped in and slipped out with some accessories that he believed would help make that afternoon a turning point in the lives of many. At 2 p.m., Derek opened his door to three stunning beauties: the aforementioned, 14-year-old Timmy, a sweet 13-year-old named Josh, and an innocent-looking, 12-year-old angel named Miles. Where did Timmy assemble such a gallery of delights in such a short time? Timmy whispered to Derek on the way in, "These are the only two who were around today. Give me some time and I can get 20 more." Derek's plan was coming together. Derek considered just abandoning the plan, fucking those three angels that afternoon and all 23 of them in good time and letting the Lolita Society stew in its own girlpussy. But Derek Wreckbum was a generous man. And he wanted to change the world. "Follow me, boys," Derek said to Timmy, Josh and Miles. They followed the man to his bedroom, where they thought he intended to fuck them. All in good time. What he intended to do was get them dressed in the clothes that Derek had secured from the Lolita Society storeroom and had then laid out for them on his bed. To get dressed, the three lovelies had to get naked, an act which they performed with teasy delight. And which once again threatened the plan. Derek wanted the boys to be ready, randy and spunky when the other men arrived. Which meant, [gulp] temporary celibacy. Ick. Derek showed herculean restraint as he prepared the boys to change history. At 2:45, he left them, admonishing them not to spunk or come forward until they heard the "code word" that summoned them to the living room. "My father is 45 and very hunky. Mr. Kradle is 48 and not only hunky, but very well hung. They're worth the wait." The pretty boys were steamed up by thoughts of being ravaged by handsome, theoretically hetero men that winter Sunday. And the look of each other in the outfits Derek had selected was making things extra-steamy. But they waited. For nearly 24 minutes! At three, the doorbell rang, the three pretty giggleboxes hid and Derek went to answer the door. To reveal his puzzled father and a ticked-off Mr. Kradle. Derek took their coats, seated them and thanked them for hearing him out. "I don't know what there is to hear out, Derek," Mr. Kradle said. "There could be, sir," Derek said. "If we just keep an open mind for a few more minutes. Boys, pretty boys, instead of girls from countries where no one uses toothpaste, could be a great solution to all of our problems. They're just as pretty as girls and much more willing partners. They love anal and always swallow, never spit. You know when you've `made them happy' and they're very grateful. They never nag, manipulate or emasculate men, get pregnant or have periods." Derek waited for a reaction from his father and Mr. Kradle. It was the one he expected, not the one he wanted. But that would change. "Look here, Derek," Mr. Kradle said, "I don't know how you ended up gay, I'm not blaming you or your father for that. But at the Lolita Society, we're all god-fearing, gun-toting, patriotic, heterosexual pedophiles. We're not homo perverts. We're... Oh!!!" "Homo" was the magic word. Derek knew Mr. Kradle would say it. It was the signal for the three angels to appear. And appear they did. Timmy entered the room first. Derek had outfitted him in a pink, see-through, babydoll nightie that barely reached his belly button. The young beauty was wearing very skimpy and obscenely tented pink panties. Josh was next. The 13-year-old was wearing a black training bra that barely covered his puffy nipples; matching, black, tent-poled panties; black seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings; and a black, ruffled garter belt. Miles was last. The 12-year-old was wearing only white, cotton panties; turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows; and black, shiny, single-strapped, Mary Jane shoes. They were all smiling shyly at the men as they stood three feet away from their skeptics, whose eyes were threatening to leave their sockets. Being the oldest, Timmy spoke first. To Bart Wreckbum. "I can see that you're Mr. Wreckbum's Daddy. He told me how handsome and manly you were, but you're even better in person. May I sit on your lap, `Daddy'?" Mr. Wreckbum, senior was speechless, but still sane. He allowed the seraphic beauty to adorn his lap. Felt the boy's warm bottom on his thighs. And began to dream dreams he had never dared to dream before. Timmy was all shy and full of soft giggles as he preened for the elder Mr. Wreckbum. Who was charmed despite his best intentions to remain a purely heterosexual pervert. Bart's throat was tight as he marveled in the sweet boy's beauty. He stole brief, guilty looks at the boy's pantied erection. As if to reassure himself that Timmy was a boy, not a girl. Somehow the older man was able to ask, "What's that thing in your panties, Honey?" Timmy giggled. "That's my `panty snake,' Daddy. He gets all excited when he sees a nice man." Bart choked out, "Am I a nice man, Honey?" Timmy almost blinded Bart with his smile. "Oh, yes, Daddy! You're very nice! If you want, you can touch my panty snake. He likes that." Bart was almost fatally aroused. And no longer mindful of what his son and his colleague thought about his "sexual preference." That "preference" was evolving as his cock hardened mightily. "What would your panty snake do if I touched it?" "Sometimes he...well, he spits. It's not bad snake spit. It's warm and creamy. And it doesn't hurt you if you swallow it." "I have a panty snake too, Mr. Kradle," Josh said. "Me too!" Miles said. "You can touch mine if you want." "No, mine!" Josh said. And the pretty boys each sat on one of Mr. Kradle's thighs. Which put the man into a steam bath of lust. Before he could even properly consider the homosexual perversion of it all, Mr. Kradle had his tongue inside Josh's mouth and his hand in the back of Miles's white, cotton panties. Derek looked on with great amusement as he watched his Dad and his Dad's friend succumb to their most basic urges. Timmy asked Bart, "Would you like to see my panty snake, Daddy?" Suddenly, Bart could think of nothing he wanted more. "That would be excellent, Sweetheart!" Timmy gave Bart a luminous smile that melted Bart's heart. Timmy stood, then leaned over to give Bart a sweet, brief kiss. With an excess of teasosity and lots of giggling, Timmy turned away and slid his panties off. Slowly. Inch by inch. Revealing his celestial bottom square-centimeter-by-square-centimeter. Bart was having a bit of trouble breathing as Timmy turned forward, just before Bart could see the boy's bottomhole. Which was disappointing, until Timmy's "boy's things" came into full view. Bart Wreckbum had never imagined that he would be almost fatally excited by the sight of a penis. Anyone's penis. But that sissyish angel! His tiny pricklet throbbed and dripped his girlish excitement. It seemed to be inviting Bart to undiscovered frontiers of lustful perversion. And those pretty, little, pink "danglers." Swaying so saucily as the boy awaited the man's assessment of his beauty. Timmy's pink panties fluttered to the floor. And shy, nervously giggling Timmy stood half-naked before his satyr-like ravager. The ravager groaned with primal lust. Which almost embarrassed him. Until he stole a look at his friend Rob Kradle. Miles had left Mr. Kradle and migrated to Derek's lap. Josh had removed his black bra and panties and was standing in stockings and garters -- cockteasing Rob to follow him to one of Derek's bedrooms. Josh giggle-scooted toward the bedroom, extending his delicate hand in Rob's direction. Rob gulped. And looked at Josh's bum. Was that? Oh! Josh had a plug in his bum! Derek had come across the buttplugs in the Lolita Society stores. Purchased years earlier by someone who didn't understand the female aversion to anal sex. Before Bart and Rob arrived at his house that day, Derek had asked the young lovelies to Vaseline the plugs and wear them. So that they'd be ready for the men if anal sex made the agenda. Derek had been delighted that the three angels had accepted so readily. Eagerly, in fact. Boys, it seemed, truly loved being fucked. One of life's true facts that he was learning that weekend. When Rob saw the plug in Josh's bum, the man learned that fact too. And he was trembling at the possibilities. Would Rob really be able to take that perfect love doll into that bedroom and satisfy his full array of disgusting needs? With no nagging, manipulation or emasculation? And all he had to do was abandon his troublesome heterosexuality? Apparently so. Rob moved very quickly to stand, walk and take Josh's hand. And off they went to the bedroom. Meanwhile, Derek noted with pleasure that his father was kissing Timmy's stiffie and dangly peanuts. And soon enough, had taken the boy's penis into his mouth. Derek's Daddy was officially a cocksucker! And the Lolita Society's future was about to change. But not until three men and three boys enjoyed an excellent afternoon. No longer needing to supervise the activities, Derek turned his attention to the 12-year-old cutie on his lap. Miles had removed his panties and was naked except for his white, turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows; and his black, shiny, Mary Jane shoes. Which was more than enough to stir any man under the age of 110 to a fierce erection. Derek had Miles stand up and remove his buttplug. Meanwhile, Derek removed his own pants and lay on his back on his couch. "Please, Baby," Derek said to Miles, "I'm so hot. Sit on my cock." Miles eagerly complied with the welcome request. He knelt on either side of Derek's hips and expertly slid the man's cock through his anal ring. Derek reveled in the boy's furtive grunts as he eased down onto Derek's cock, millimeter by millimeter. And then he was all in. To the pubic hairs. Timmy had been a great fuck for Derek. Tight and hot. But Miles was two years younger. And lots tighter. Miles leaned forward and kissed Derek as they fucked. Lots of tongue. Lots of cock. Derek was so engaged that he almost didn't notice that his father was on the other couch, on top of Timmy. Missionary-style. Fucking the boy's bum quite vigorously. The screams of erotic agony from the bedroom also told Bart and Derek that Josh and Rob had fully consummated as well. Derek fucked Miles for 22 glorious minutes. He wanted to hold back, but the boy had broken the kiss and had begun to massage Derek's balls as they fucked. And then the boy shot his hot, creamy spermstrings all over Derek's hairy chest. The ball massage and the eruption were the little extras that made orgasm-resistance futile for Derek. Seven heaving spurts later, Derek was still able to chuckle inwardly as he heard his father noisily inseminate Timmy's fine bum. Well... The men were in love with the boys. No doubt about that. Though not individually, exactly. As evidenced by the fact that all three men fucked all three boys before they safely returned them home by seven p.m. That next Saturday night, Timmy was true to his word, rounding up 25 delicious dolls between the ages of 11 and 15. Then dressing them femmily and bumplugging them wetly for their grand introduction to the members. The sight of all that puerile pulchritude and the testimony of three satisfied members shook out silly prejudices and emboldened those who needed but a small push to embrace their true desires. It was an excellent fuckfest. One that endured four hours beyond the usual 8 a.m. Sunday fuck deadline. One that slew the hetero demons for good. Two -- Now Derek's life was good for the next 22 years. Really good. As Butch Cassidy said to the Sundance Kid, "Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals," Derek's vision made him a hero to the Lolita Society membership. He became president by acclimation three weeks after boys were introduced. First thing he did -- changed the club's name to "The Spartan League." Spartan men. Loving their Spartan boys. Pure. Manly. Better. The boys eased off the crossdressing as years passed and the members admitted to themselves that it was boys they were fucking every Saturday night -- and whenever they could arrange a weekday "date." The age of the boys got younger as the members got older. The lads were now as young as nine-and-a half and "pensioned off" on their 14th birthdays. Derek's second-in-command was 36-year-old Timmy Cravecock (now known as "TJ" and an accomplished, enthusiastic boyfucker). Derek and TJ were now full-time at the Spartan League, at substantial salaries realized from the savings of not scouring the world for sex partners. The boys were all local, eager and free-of-charge. And all "pre-approved" by Derek and TJ. Which, as you might imagine, could get to be a burdensome process. What with all those pretty little things turning nine-and-a-half almost every day. And eager to join in on the fun at the Spartan League's Saturday Night Pedo Party. That Saturday, Derek reluctantly said goodbye to Aiden. "Duty calls, Darling," Derek said to his lover. Who sadly kissed Derek goodbye. Though not all that sadly, since he had a Saturday daytime date with Derek's Daddy Bart. Who at 67 was still fit, insatiable for boys, and uncommonly, serially erect without the use of pills. As if any man could have stayed "unmanly" in Aiden's naked presence. Derek was fine with Aiden and Daddy's love affair. He'd given up judging people long ago. Though he needed to kick TJ's fine butt now and then. Derek and TJ were scheduled to welcome two new "Saturday boys" in ten minutes and TJ was habitually late. "Fucking disorients me," the hunky scamp often said to his mentor and former lover Derek. "I lose track of time." No problem, Derek thought. If TJ was going to be late for the appointment with nine years-six-months-and-two-days- old Sebastian and his elder by two days, the equally randy Justin, Derek would just have to warm the boys up without TJ. Derek and TJ had seen the boys' pictures and the nine-and-a-half-year-old pantydroppers were not to be missed. They were manstunners! As Derek pulled up to the Spartan League offices ten minutes before the appointed time, he was greeted by an unexpected sight: TJ! Apparently TJ believed that time with Sebastian and Justin was not to be missed. Derek was still a bit underwhelmed about fucking the young ones. Until he and TJ entered the Spartan League offices and saw Sebastian and Justin waiting impatiently for their first fuckings. Better in person than their pictures. And the pictures were awfully good. Better in the flesh. Great flesh! The boys' mothers were introducing themselves and their boys, but Derek heard very little of that. His senses were focused on Sebastian. Who was giving Derek his best "I'm scared to death of you, but I still want your cock in my bum" looks. Mothers today were so understanding about their boys' "needs," TJ thought. When TJ was a lad, two decades earlier, his mother didn't let him date men until he was 12! And no overnights until he was 12 and a half!! Thank goodness that reason was taking over. Derek and TJ had met with the mothers earlier, of course. Explaining that their boys, if accepted, would be fucked anally and orally, swallow gallons of sperm and commit any and all perversions that men propose, but only if the boys wanted to do so. There was no forcible anything in the Spartan League. "We know that, Mr. Wreckbum," Justin's mother said. "If you didn't let Justin into the club, my little sissy will be giving it away every afternoon to some derelicts in some alley. He's very randy. So he needs nice men in his life. Lots of nice men." That Saturday morning, Justin was flirting mercilessly with TJ. To Derek, it appeared that TJ would have Justin's panties down before his mother had cleared the office door. So to avoid awkwardness, Derek expedited things a bit. "Thank you so much, ladies," Derek said. "We greatly appreciate all you've done for your boys. But there's much to do before their first pedo party tonight. We'll have them ready for pickup by nine a.m. tomorrow. Right this way, ladies." Derek hustled the ladies out and, as predicted, before the door was shut, TJ had Justin's panties off. They were kissing with major tongue, desperate for each other! TJ scooped his new lover into his manly arms and carried him to his "interview room" next to his office. Derek had his own "interview room." Fully equipped with king-sized bed, full bath and a 20-gallon jug of Spermbutt anal lubricant. But he was going to take his time getting Sebastian into his bed. TJ, who was only nine years younger than Derek, was far too impetuous for Derek's taste. But each boyfucker had his own style and that was OK. Better to keep the boys a little off balance about what to expect from their lovers than have them slog through 25 guys with the same technique. Besides, Sebastian looked a lot more uneasy about his immediate prospects than Justin had. Seeing Justin stripped and whisked away seemed to unsettle Sebastian even more. Derek began his seduction with one of the tried-and-true, eternal lines: "You're very pretty, Sebastian," Derek said. "But I'm sure you hear that all the time." Actually, men didn't really talk to Sebastian all that much. They were usually speechless in his presence, only expressing themselves through delayed, desperate, stay-at-home masturbation as they imagined being with Sebastian in their beds. Sebastian's response was perfect. He blushed, then shyly batted his impossibly long eyelashes at his ravager-to-be. "I think you'll like the Spartan League, Honey," Derek said. "We have lots of things here boys like." Derek was thinking, things like 25 stiff cocks, 32 bedrooms and Spermbutt dispensers every five feet. But what he said was, "Like a swimming pool. I'll bet you like to swim, don't you, Sebastian?" Sebastian wasn't really thinking about swimming at that moment, but he managed a, "Yes, sir. I like to swim." "Good boy! It's such a lovely day, why don't we go for a swim?" Sebastian agreed, but was about to say that he didn't have a suit. Then the boy realized that suits were probably not worn in that particular pool. He was right. Derek led Sebastian to the pool. It was a big one. As was Derek's cock. Which he revealed to the boy when he shucked his clothes and invited Sebastian to do the same. Sebastian tried not to look at Mr. Wreckbum's cock. But it was so big and hard!! The biggest one he had ever seen. Bigger than his Daddy's! Sebastian had never touched any man's cock. But he had seen his Daddy's big rammer and had often dreamed of feeling it inside him. That dream had not come true. Yet. But he was forming a new dream as he watched the naked, buff, unselfconscious Mr. Wreckbum walk around the pool area, waiting for Sebastian to get naked. The man was old! Like ten years older than Daddy. But he was very sexy. Sebastian stripped. Slowly. Making a bit of a show of it. Especially when he was down to his baby-blue, thong-pouch, string-bikini panties. Sebastian revealed his bottom cheeks to Mr. Wreckbum first. Feeling very pleased when he heard the man gasp at the sight of Sebastian's magnificent anal region. Then Sebastian turned around, facing forward, and revealing the bare area where pubic hair would one day roam free. Then the very tip of his penis, which had become painfully stiff. Then the whole pink knob. The thin, pink shaft. And finally, the boy's pink, hairless ballsack was revealed as Sebastian allowed his panties to flutter to the ground. He stepped out of the grounded panties and stood before the satyr. Naked and trembling with fear and lust. "You're an amazing beauty, Sebastian," Derek said. "Maybe we won't go for a swim just yet." Derek sat on a deck chair and invited Sebastian to sit on his lap. The boy hurried to accept. Feeling the man's thigh hairs tickle his bumcheeks. It was so naughty to be naked and sitting on a naked man's lap. Even naughtier than that Saturday night two weeks earlier when Sebastian's Daddy's Daddy babysat for him. Sebastian loved his Granddad and Granddad loved Sebastian. Whenever he was at the house at Sebastian's bedtime, Granddad would give the boy the sweetest goodnight kiss. Over the past month or so, Granddad's kiss had been right on Sebastian's lips! Which made Sebastian feel "all funny" in his pretty tummy. Then there was that Saturday two weeks earlier when Granddad was babysitting and Granddad and Sebastian were alone in the house and the older man was supervising Sebastian's bedtime preparations. Helping the boy get out of his clothes and into his jammies. Sebastian was a big boy and didn't need Granddad to undress him or dress him, but he didn't tell Granddad that. He liked being naked with Granddad. And if that lump in Granddad's pants meant what Sebastian thought it meant, Granddad liked being with the naked Sebastian. Sebastian, who could be quite the little prickteaser, stayed naked while he washed his face and hands and brushed his teeth. Slowly. Giving Granddad lots of time to look at Sebastian's naked beauty. The old man took his time finding just the right jammies for the naked boy. He finally found a jammy top, but couldn't find a proper bottom. Oh well. Granddad slid the top onto Sebastian, copping a nice feel here and there as he "adjusted" Sebastian's night clothes. That time, when Granddad pulled back the covers and watched the naked-from-the-waist-down angel get into bed, he didn't tuck the boy in right away as was his usual practice. Instead, he placed his loving fingers onto the boy's little prick, right on the foreskin, and said, "Your penis is getting nice and big. And you're so beautiful. I'm so proud of you." Sebastian glowed with the grandpaternal praise. And whimpered softly as the first hand other than his own massaged his penis. "It's so stiff," Granddad said. "Is it like this often?" Sebastian could never answer Granddad 100% truthfully: "Oh, yes, Granddad. Whenever I'm around Daddy. Or you. Or I dream about Daddy or you. Or other handsome men I know who look at me the way you're looking at me now." Instead, Sebastian said, "Sometimes." Granddad nodded. And began to sweetly slide the boy's foreskin up and down over the tender knob. "Well that's perfectly natural. A beautiful boy like you will have lots of men wanting to do things with you. Things you'll like. The way you like what I'm doing now. You like this, I see." It wasn't a question, but Sebastian nodded assent. Things were getting a bit warm and desperate for some reason. Sebastian was feeling something new -- something as yet unfelt. Getting closer as Granddad... Oh my! Granddad kept on stroking and then he leaned forward to kiss Sebastian as he was doing it. Sebastian opened his mouth to say something...he didn't know what...and Granddad stuck his tongue into Sebastian's mouth as they kissed! Crash, Boom. Bam. Sebastian's first orgasm. Dry, but ball busting. Which pleased Granddad very much. Though he didn't "move things along" that night. Merely finished his kiss, kissed Sebastian on the forehead, tucked him in and left the boy trembling and bedazzled. Granddad finished the evening by cracking open the latest edition of "Sissy Boy" magazine (the Swimsuit issue!), greasing up his Johnson, and spunking up to beautiful thoughts of pederastic incest with his beautiful grandson. Not a bad Saturday night for either of them. Granddad and Sebastian hadn't gotten together since that night, but Sebastian noticed that Daddy's goodnight kisses had gotten tonguey too. Then there was that time three days earlier. Mom was at a church meeting and Daddy was putting Sebastian to bed. Supervising the boy's disrobing, washing, teethbrushing and jammying, in that order. Drinking in Sebastian's naked beauty for a good five minutes. As Granddad did that Saturday, Daddy didn't put jammy bottoms on Sebastian that night. Or tuck him in right away. Instead, Daddy was asking Sebastian "naughty" questions. Like, "Did you ever touch a boy's penis? Or a man's penis? Do you ever `play with yourself?'" Sebastian was uncomfortable with Daddy's questions. Though it was pretty hot too. Being half naked. Talking sex stuff with Daddy. The boy was able to give honest "nos" to each question. Which seemed to disappoint Daddy a little. Then Daddy asked, "Do you put your fingers inside your bottom?" Sebastian said "Ick!" and made a scrunchy face at that. Which was just the opening Daddy needed. "Oh no, Baby," Daddy said. "That's not an `Ick.' Boys have a special place inside them, a `boy's place,' that feels really, really good when a man touches it for him. Let me show you." And without waiting for Sebastian to articulate a resistance, Daddy wet the middle finger of his right hand in his mouth and slid it into Sebastian's hot, impossibly tight bumhole. Sebastian squeaked in surprise. Daddy was a beast! Invading Sebastian's most private place. Without Sebastian's perm... Oh! That felt good!! Really good!!! Daddy was rubbing something inside Sebastian. Was that the "boy's place" Daddy described earlier? What a place!! It was so naughty and dirty. And the rubbing made Sebastian all melty inside. Before Sebastian could determine what was happening, Daddy was in bed with him. Rubbing Sebastian's boy's place with [gasp] two fingers! And kissing Sebastian with LOTS of tongue. Sebastian felt what he had felt with Granddad, only MUCH stronger. And then, after only four mind-splattering minutes, Sebastian was doing that thing again. Shuddering and whimpering like a little sissy as his testicles strained to do something they weren't quite ready to do. But it was a delightful dry run. After it was over, Daddy seemed remorseful. As if he had gone too far. So nothing else had happened. Rats. But there Sebastian was that Saturday. Naked. With a beautiful, equally naked man. Who was intent on "doing" Sebastian every way that men and boys could "do" each other. [Shudder] Sebastian waited for Mr. Wreckbum to do something. The man had his hand on the seated boy's hip. Feeling the boy's warmth. Consuming the fullness of his beauty with his eyes. But the man's hand wasn't moving. Only his eyes. And then... A loud scream. From the direction where Mr. Cravecock and Justin had gone. Sebastian gasped! Was Mr. Cravecock murdering Justin? Sebastian didn't want to be murdered! He almost panicked, until... Derek held Sebastian's hip a bit more strongly and said, "My friend and your friend were a bit...impetuous. The man is fucking the boy with his big cock, but he didn't prepare him properly. They were too hasty. But we're taking our time." Sebastian began to breathe again. The man was saying that he wouldn't hurt the boy. Wouldn't make him scream in pain. That's was what he was saying. Right? "Don't worry about your friend, Sweetie. He's screaming now, but when he gets used to Mr. Cravecock's prick in his bottom, he'll be cumming his pretty little guts out. You will too. You came here so you could have fun and get that nice feeling again and again. The feeling you need. Didn't you?" Oh yes! Sebastian wanted that feeling again. The one he had had with [blush] Daddy and [blush, blush] Granddad! The boy had thought of little else. When Mom suggested that he and Justin, a boy he knew at school, would be joining the boys at the town's famous Saturday Night Pedo Party, Sebastian was terrifyingly delighted. Sebastian's eyes moistened a bit as he thought of the man's rampant monster ripping his bottom apart. But he bravely nodded his assent. "Good boy!" Derek said. Then smoothly drew the boy toward him for a congratulatory kiss. Then another. And a third, this time with nice tongue involvement. Kisses followed on kisses as things got steamier and Sebastian felt the man's strong fingers caressing his little prick and tiny testicles. He was even more excited than he had been with his paternal ancestors. The man was a GREAT kisser and he seemed to be quite expert at stirring Sebastian's boy's things too. Oh dear. It appeared that Sebastian was moving rapidly toward one of those nice feelings again. The act that Mr. Wreckbum had just called "cumming." And he hadn't given any of the first three men in his life even the slightest recompense. Time to change that. Sebastian broke the kiss. Looked at the man's stiff prick. It was leaking some milky, sticky substance. How odd. Sebastian's cock didn't do that. The boy looked at the man, who nodded once, as if to give permission. Or encouragement. Sebastian laid his virginal hand on a man's prick for the first time. It was so big and hot and hard!! The man gasped with pleasure as he felt the boy's eager, yet unschooled caresses. Derek Wreckbum loved his job. And his life. It was a delight to watch the boy explore the man's proudest possession. He let the boy skin his knob, release, and skin again. Mindful that he intended at least one load for the boy's mouth and one for his bum. Not his boyish hand. So Derek picked up the pace of his sweet, manual assault on Sebastian's pricklet. As he kissed the boy's lovely neck with soft, butterfly kisses. This young beauty likes being romanced, Derek thought as he felt the boy's passion build. Rapid breathing. Little squeaks and grunts. And then, the sissiest little squeal emerged from the boy's warm mouth as he shuddered through a titanic, though dry crisis. As the boy shivered erotically, Derek moved his mouth to Sebastian's right nipple. Which was hard as diamondized steel. Derek nursed on the puffy nub as Sebastian's eager, yet immature testicles struggled to shoot cream whose birth was still 14 months off. When the tsunami abated, Sebastian looked at Mr. Wreckbum. The boy's eyes were moist with adoration. Oh my, Derek thought. I've done it again. Another boy has fallen in love with me. And would do anything Derek wanted. Derek wouldn't be such as cad as to suggest... "Did you enjoy that, Honey?" Sebastian could only nod and whimper. "I did too. But, as you can see, I need to do what you just did too. See how stiff I am?" Sebastian saw. "The best way to help me, but only if you want to, is for you to put my cock into your mouth and lick it all over with your tongue. I'll do it for you too, and I know you'll like it. But you just had your boy's time, so you don't NEED it as badly as I do. OK?" Sebastian considered the request briefly. The consequences were vast. Sebastian would become a cocksucker. But wasn't that what he had come to the Spartan League to become. Plus, Mr. Wreckbum had told Sebastian that he was going to FUCK the boy before the Saturday Night Pedo Party. And it seemed pretty certain that Sebastian would be sucking a few cocks at the party. And getting fucked as well. Sebastian, as you can see, was more of a thinker than a speaker. He once again gave his nodding consent to sucking Mr. Wreckbum's cock. Though he didn't know the first thing about being a fellatrix. Mr. Wreckbum greeted Sebastian's docile agreement with a luminous smile. "Thank you, Baby. You won't be sorry. Just take this pillow here and kneel on it. That's it. A boy should be on his knees when he's sucking his man. You might want to hold the shaft in your hands and lick it all over. Mmmm. That's it. Now, as you know, the knob is the most sensitive part. Lick that for a while and I'll shoot s nice load of man's cream in your throat and all over your face. Why did you stop?" "What's man's cream?" the innocent angel asked. Wow! A true virgin. Didn't the boy's father or grandfather ever spunk in his gorgeous presence? What's happened to parenting skills these days anyway? "Man's cream is what makes babies, Honey. Not in you. When men shoot it into ladies. It's a thick, creamy substance that shoots out of our cocks when a pretty boy makes us really happy. We shoot it into boy's bums, their mouths and onto their faces. Boys like it a lot. You'll make boy's cream in a year or so." So much to teach this pure, childlike beauty. Beginning with basic cocksucking. Sebastian looked at Mr. Wreckbum's cock. He wanted to kiss it and lick it. And he certainly wanted to make Mr. Wreckbum happy. But he was a little worried about technique. Derek sensed all that and said, "It's not so much as about sucking as it is licking and tonguing, Sebastian," Derek said as the boy slipped to his knees. "And you definitely have to keep your teeth out of the way. Go ahead and try it. I'm sure that whatever you do, I'll like it a lot. And I'll show my appreciation by giving you a big load of man's cream. That's what we call the `sissyboy's big reward.'" Wow, Sebastian thought. A big reward for making his man happy. Cool. Sebastian pulled Mr. Wreckbum's foreskin back and got his first reward. A groan or pleasure from his man. He kissed the exposed knob and got more groans. This was fun! Derek thought so too, as Sebastian began to kiss, lick and suck as much of the man's knob as he could fit into his tiny mouth. The taste was...interesting, Sebastian thought. Sweet from the drooly stuff and sour from the faint residue of urine on the man's peelips. But the best part was the way he was able to control the man as he made the man happy. Sebastian was in charge. And the man knew it. Showing a bit more precociousness than Derek had given him credit for, Sebastian remembered that nice thing that Daddy had done for him and shared it with his lover. As he sucked Derek off, the boy slid his hand between the man's thighs, maneuvered through his asscheeks and slipped a finger into Mr. Wreckbum's hairy bumhole. The audacity of the move from someone so unschooled pushed Derek over the edge. With a loud groan of lust, Derek shoved his cock into Sebastian's mouth and began to pump sperm down the boy's unprepared throat. Cumboarding. The boy nearly drowned. Until he got his wits about him and pulled back. Allowing the man to deluge the boy's pretty face with sperm. And letting the undigested cum from the boy's mouth gush out and coat his neck and chest. Sebastian coughed and sputtered. And for a moment, Derek thought he had lost a recruit for the Saturday Night Pedo Party. But no. "That was awesome, Mr. Wreckbum," the plucky boy said. "I guess I'd better practice that a little if I want to stay alive. I'm so happy you liked what I did." Derek beamed his love at the boy. Took him into his arms and reveled in long cummy kisses. Rubbing cummmy bodies together until man and boy were hard and needy again. The lovers left the pool, went inside to Derek's "interview suite," and showered soapily together. Which made them both cleaner and randier. When they had dried off and retired, naked to Derek's bed, the man stated his intentions. "I'm going to fuck you now, my darling. And make you a complete sissyboy. I'll prepare you as well as I can, but it'll still hurt at first. Are you OK with that? Do you want to be a complete sissyboy?" Sebastian positively ACHED to be fucked! He complied docilely with all of Mr. Wreckbum's loving suggestions. The boy sat on the man's face as Mr. Wreckbum ate his heinie out! That was beyond awesome!! When Mr. Wreckbum slid those fingers lubricated by some stuff called Spermbutt into the boy's bumhole, that made him feel that great way again. Mr. Wreckbum was so much better at massaging Sebastian's "boy's place" than Daddy had been. Sebastian blushed when he thought that he would have to let Daddy have more practice. Then the man said it was time for Sebastian's fucking. He put three pillows under Sebastian's tummy to afford the best angle, rubbed some of that Spermbutt stuff onto his big stiffie and rubbed the knob all around Sebastian's open, needy asshole. Making Sebastian whimper and beg for his fucking. Sebastian didn't scream when Mr. Wreckbum stuck his cock into him. Though it did hurt a bit. He was glad that Mr. Wreckbum was gentle. Not like that Mr. Cravecock guy ripping into Justin's guts earlier. Sebastian winced. And was happy when it was all in. It felt so good against his prostate. And WAY better when Mr. Wreckbum started pushing his cock back and forth against his tender spot. Fucking. Sebastian liked it. A lot. So much that, without his pricklet being touched, Sebastian had another "boy's time." Which set off Mr. Wreckbum's man's time. And Sebastian felt sperm in his bumhole for the first time. What a feeling! Sebastian felt complete for the first time in his life. He was home. Sebastian and Mr. Wreckbum took a cuddly little nap after that. Until three p.m., when Sebastian awoke to Mr. Wreckbum fucking him again. With another creamy result. After the followup kisses and loving praise, Mr. Wreckbum announced that he had duties in preparation for the Saturday Night Pedo Party and he would have to leave. Right after he and Sebastian took a shower. During which the little cockpleaser coaxed another fuck out of Mr. Wreckbum. But that was that. Sebastian rendezvoused with Justin in a waiting room where they nakedly played video games and shared their day's experiences until other boys began arriving for the evening's festivities. Twenty-five boys. Each lovelier than the last. Though Sebastian and Justin felt they held their own in the beauty department. At precisely 6 p.m., a bell rang and the boys were escorted to the "meet and greet room," where two decades earlier, members had paired off with underage girls for a night of non-anal, hetero sex, followed by nagging, manipulation, emasculation and, sometimes, unwanted pregnancy. Sissyboys were definitely superior. And the members all knew it. Especially the member who made a beeline for Sebastian. "Hello, you must be Sebastian," the man said. "Everyone's talking about you and I can see why. You're the most beautiful boy we've ever had at the Spartan League." Sebastian blushed at the praise. And wondered why the man looked familiar. He was older, but in great shape. And had a massive cock! "I'm Derek Wreckbum's father, Bart Wreckbum." That was why he looked familiar! "May I introduce you to the club, pretty one?" Bart asked. Sebastian was absolutely sure that Bart's offer was an introduction to that thick, stiff monster. Which was fine by Sebastian. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" the little dickteaser said. "May I call you `Daddy?'" Bart smiled broadly. "Yes you may, Sweetheart." He took Sebastian's hand and off they went to bedroom 18. Three -- The Morning After At 8 a.m. it was time to start assembling the boys to be picked up, a job that fell upon Derek and TJ. Derek hadn't seen Sebastian all night, though he'd had a hot fuck with Justin. Among others. That morning, he found Sebastian in bedroom 29. In the loving arms of Mr. Stan Studman, a 35-year-old construction worker who had produced many erections. Derek considered the boy. He looked exhausted. Hair mussed and matted with sperm. A fresh load of virile juices on the boy's pretty face and another load oozing from his gaping bottom. Smiling as he slept. A superior sissyboy. Enjoying his life in the best way possible. Derek awoke Mr. Studman. "It's 8:02, Stan. The boy's being met at 9. Cleaned and dressed, please." The boy's last fucker got him cleaned and dressed. A rule. Stan hurried to comply as Derek left the room. An hour later, Derek was standing outside, kissing each boy goodbye when Sebastian appeared. That kiss with Sebastian lasted a bit longer. "Did you have a good night, Honey," Derek asked. Sebastian's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Mr. Wreckbum. I could never thank you enough. I can't wait until next Saturday." "Well, if you have time, you and I could meet after school some day this week. Say Wednesday? I'll pick you up at school. Tell your Mom." Sebastian almost fainted with joy. Then Derek added, "But I don't think you'll have to wait until Wednesday for more fun, Sebastian. Look who's here to pick you up." Sebastian looked. It was his Daddy and his Granddad. "I thought Mom was picking me up," the boy said to Daddy. "She's staying with your Grandmother today and tonight, Sebastian," Daddy said. "Granddad and I thought we could all do something together." Sebastian shuddered with lust. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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