Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 14:42:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Test (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Test (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- Studmuffin in Love It seemed that Harry Studmuffin had finally landed on his feet. Though his feet didn't really have anything to do with it. Harry had never been particularly adept at school or work or sports. The usual things that people associate with success. Harry was a lover, not a fighter -- or a worker -- or a scholar. A very skilled lover. And a very sought-after lover because of his A-squad good looks and his mammoth man parts. Women fell in love with him. Had lots of filthy sex with him. Paid his bills. Until they realized that, other than the sex, there was very little of what women called "substance" to Harry Studmuffin. He couldn't hold a moderately meaningful conversation. And his sexual prowess, though potent, could not, in the end, sustain a relationship with a woman he wanted beyond the time it took her to evaluate her situation and reject Harry. Harry knew exactly what kind of woman he wanted to marry. Physically gorgeous. Sexually stupefying. Rich -- very rich. And above all, generous to Harry. Harry had gotten THAT close seven times and he wasn't about to miss out on his eighth and perhaps last chance. Mary Grace Lamour. Harry and Mary Grace had been dating for five months and fucking for four months and 29 days. It's fair to say that, despite Harry's flaws, thirty-three-year-old Mary Grace was smitten with 36-year-old Harry. For the first time in his gigolo-ish life, Harry was in love with the woman whose financial security he sought. Mary Grace was that HOT! And Mary Grace was a very successful senior executive on the rise at a big corporation. Making lots of money. Mary Grace also seemed to understand who Harry was and was content to keep him fed, clothed and fucked. It had been the best five months of Harry's fuck-filled life. Four or five nights each week, whenever Mary Grace wasn't on one of her many business trips, Harry and Mary Grace fucked. There were no timeouts for the onset of Mary Grace's "monthly visitor." She was that hot for Harry. So life was perfect for Harry except for three minor complications. First, although Harry had bought Mary Grace a two-carat engagement ring with the last of his savings and had proposed to her every day for two weeks, Mary Grace was non-committal about marriage. Second, Mary Grace had freely given up her mouth and pussy to Harry's ten-inch ladypleaser, but had thus far refused him anal sex. Which, to Harry, would have been a dealbreaker had he not been so in need of Mary Grace's pussy and money. Harry loved anal sex. He loved the grip of an asshole on his cock. But most of all, he liked the dominance he felt when he was "plowing the back 40." Third, there was Stevie. Stevie was Mary Grace's 11-year-old son. And Mary Grace's clear first choice as the love of her life. Harry wasn't jealous of Stevie. He was smart enough to understand that the love that Mary Grace felt for Stevie was different from what she felt for the guy who was filling her mouth and pussy with sperm almost every night. Four of Harry's previous seven potential wives had had kids. And Harry always made a sincere effort to get along with them. He knew that a mother would almost always choose her kid over her boyfriend. It was just that Stevie was...different. In several ways. First, Stevie was almost a mirror image of his mother. If you put a dress and lipstick on him, which Harry would NEVER do, Stevie would look exactly like pictures of Mary Grace when she was a kid, Which meant that the boy was effing beautiful. Disconcerting. Not because Harry was attracted to Stevie or anything. Harry a) didn't mess with kids, b) didn't like males that way and, even if a and b had been true, he c) would NEVER jeopardize his chances of marrying Mary Grace by even flirting with Stevie. The disconcerting part was that Stevie was a wimp. Didn't play sports. Didn't have a girlfriend. Acted kind of girlish around Harry. Though he was always nice to Harry. Drawing on his own experience, Harry believed that sixth-grade Stevie should have been fucking at least two ten-year-old fifth-grade girls and three nine-year-old fourth-grade girls by now. Harry remembered the days when he was eleven very fondly. His cock was already seven inches (with three more yet to grow) and he was the most popular boy among the girls at Elvis Presley Elementary School. Those nine- and ten-year-old sweeties were so tight! They screamed bloody murder the first couple of times he fucked them, but they always came back for more. Once Harry and Mary Grace were married, Harry would school Stevie in manly pursuits. That would be the best wedding present he could give Mary Grace. If only Mary Grace would say "yes." And then... Harry and Mary Grace got away for an entire weekend at a cute B&B. They fucked so many times that weekend that by Sunday night, Harry's balls felt as if they'd been horsewhipped, then stomped on by the horse. You know the feeling. It's a great one. As they rode from the B&B to Mary Grace's home, she delivered the proposition that would change all three lives. "I want to marry you, Harry," she said. Which almost made Harry drive off the road. Was that a proposal acceptance? A conditional one. There was a but. "But I have to be sure." Harry fought his way back into a lane on the highway, cleared his throat and asked, "Sure of want, Honey?" Mary Grace laid her soft hand onto Harry's left thigh and said, "Sure that you're right for Stevie. I've never remarried because I've never found the man who could be the kind of stepfather that Stevie needs. He's a very sensitive boy." Harry gulped. He was on very dangerous ground. Maybe Mary Grace didn't think that what Stevie needed was to stick his cock into the pussy of two ten-year-old and three nine-year-old girls. So he stayed non-specific. "I want to take care of Stevie...and you, Baby. In every way. I'll do whatever I can to make Stevie happy. I swear." Harry thought of that as being as broad and imprecise as a promise could get. But it seemed to be exactly what Mary Grace wanted to hear. She gushed with love for him and squeezed his tired cock as she said, "Oh, will you? Oh, Harry! Those other men I dated weren't willing to give Stevie everything he needs. But I sense you will." Harry was thrilled. Was she going to say yes and take his engagement ring, right then? Should he pull the car over? Not just yet. "But I have to be sure, Harry," Mary Grace said. "How about this? On Tuesday, I have to go away on business for three nights. I usually get my sister, Cindy, to stay with Stevie, but why don't you stay with him, sort of as a test to see how you'll get along? If, when I come back, Stevie tells me that you gave him everything he needs, and I mean everything, I'll marry you. And when we're married, I'll give you all of my body whenever you want it. Even [blush] my little pink wrinkle." Oh joy! Harry's heart leapt. He was headed for lifetime security and marathon fucking. And all he had to do was keep Mary Grace's kid happy for three days. Everything Stevie wanted, huh? The kid didn't seem like a demanding person. Maybe he would want Harry to take him out for hamburgers and a milkshake. Let him stay up late on a school night. Stuff like that. No problem. Two -- The Test: Night One When people asked what he did for a living, Harry usually said, "Import/Export" or something like that. Truth was, Harry rarely worked. So he was there and ready at the Lamour house when Stevie got home from school on Tuesday. Ready to give Stevie everything he wanted. As it turned out, Stevie didn't want much of anything that afternoon. Harry and Stevie just had cookies and milk and chatted pleasantly. Harry asked Stevie what he wanted for dinner. "Could you make pork chops and sauerkraut, Mr. Studmuffin?" Stevie asked sweetly. "It's my favorite." Fortunately, Harry had spoken with Mary Grace about Stevie's food preferences and was prepared to serve Stevie anything he wanted. Plus, Harry was a surprisingly good cook. So while Stevie was doing his homework, Harry prepared the best pork chops and sauerkraut Stevie had ever eaten. And the boy said so. Enhancing his gratitude with a brief hug before man and boy loaded the dishwasher. Harry was feeling really good about how things were going. After dinner, Harry and Stevie watched TV, sitting together on the couch. Stevie even put his head onto Harry's shoulder as the evening rolled on. Which Harry found more pleasant than he had imagined. Harry congratulated himself a bit. Things were going really well. Maybe he could be a good stepfather to Stevie. At 8:45, Harry cleared his throat and warily said the first thing that might create some unpleasantness. "Your Mom said that 9 p.m. is your bedtime on school nights, Stevie. Do you want to go upstairs and get ready?" [Pause] "OK, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie said sweetly. And he stood to go upstairs. Harry relaxed a bit. No arguments. Good. Stevie began to walk away, then turned to face Harry and said, "Will you come to my room in ten minutes and tuck me in, please, Mr. Studmuffin?" A simple request. Harry readily agreed. Ten minutes later, Harry entered the open door to Stevie's room. Stevie was in the bathroom, water running. What was that on Stevie's bed? It looked like a nightshirt. Did boys still wear those? Harry had never seen Stevie at bedtime. Harry was always in Mary Grace's room, getting naked, when she said good night to Stevie. That was an odd looking nightshirt... Oh! Stevie emerged from the bathroom and appeared startled to see Harry. Harry was certainly startled to see Stevie. The boy was naked. Which made sense, since his nightshirt was on the bed. But Stevie seemed so flustered about Harry seeing him naked. Was the boy blushing? And why was he trying to cover his boy parts with his right hand and his nipples with his left arm? His nipples! "Oh, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie said, "you startled me. My fault. I asked you to come up in ten minutes. I lost track of time. Would you hand me my night shirt, please?" Harry was as flustered as Stevie appeared to be. And he didn't know why. Stevie was a guy. Guys saw guys naked in locker rooms and showers. No big deal. But there was something about Stevie that made it a big deal. The way he was modest about his nipples, maybe. Or how he looked like Mary Grace when she was a pre-teen, but with a cock and balls. Through his fogged psyche, Harry reached for the nightshirt and handed it to Stevie. Turning away from the boy's nakedness until... "It's OK, now, Mr. Studmuffin. I'm dressed now. Sorry about being so modest. It's just that I don't know you very well...yet." Harry ventured a look at the "dressed" Stevie. The boy didn't look very dressed to Harry. In fact, he looked naughtier than he had looked when he was naked. The "nightshirt," while covering his shoulders and half of his arms, was white and filmy. Harry could see everything Stevie had "down there" without trying very hard. It was short, with the hem falling just below Stevie's bottom and his cute little pink ballsack. Oh no! Stevie was erect! And smiling sweetly at Harry! What did that mean? Probably nothing, Stevie reasoned. Boys that age were erect more often than they were soft. "Do you like my nightshirt, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie asked sweetly. "Mommy bought it for me. She says I look pretty in it. Do you think I look pretty, Mr. Studmuffin?" Danger! Danger! How does Harry answer that one? "I think you look very nice, Stevie," Harry said. "But it's time to go to sleep now. Let me tuck you in." Stevie accepted that response and got into bed. Showing Harry a great deal of his bare, pink, plump bottom as he did so. Oh no. Harry was erect. Totally involuntarily. And far from surreptitiously, as any owner of a ten-inch cock will tell you. Please don't let Stevie notice, Harry prayed. The last thing he wanted was for Stevie to tell Mary Grace that Harry was a perv who got hot and bothered when he saw Stevie half or fully naked. The nipple-covering mystery was solved for Harry when he saw Stevie's nubbins through the boy's filmy nightshirt. They were huge! Maybe two inches in diameter. And puffy! The kids probably teased Stevie about them so he was self-conscious. Harry wasn't sure how to go about this whole "tucking-in" thing, but Stevie was ready with advice. "Mommy always gives me a kiss before she tucks me in. Will you give me a good-night kiss, Mr. Studmuffin?" Good gravy, Harry thought. This kid really needs to man up. Men don't give boys good-night kisses. But then there was that whole "Do whatever Stevie wants" thing that was Mary Grace's condition for marriage. The little wimp was kind of pretty. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he just kissed him on the cheek. So Harry leaned over and gave Stevie a brief peck on the cheek. Which drew the first displeasure that Harry had seen from Stevie. Danger. Danger. The boy pulled a face and said, "That's not a kiss, Mr. Studmuffin." [Pause] "Mommy always gives me a nice, long kiss -- right on the mouth." [Pause] Harry sighed. Leaned over. And laid his lips right onto Stevie's mouth. Harry was startled when Stevie moaned softly with pleasure. And Harry's double-digit cock throbbed involuntarily. Good gravy. Harry didn't mind kissing Stevie. Which did NOT mean that Harry was gay. Though he was beginning to wonder about Stevie's "orientation." Harry held the kiss for at least ten seconds, at which point he had to withdraw in order to demonstrate his full heterosexuality. Stevie sighed. Harry wondered what to do next. Stevie told him. "Could I just ask for one more little thing before I go to sleep, Mr. Studmuffin?" Stevie asked sweetly. What? Harry thought. A glass of water? Your teddy bear? "What's that, Buddy?" Harry asked. "My peanuts hurt, Mr. Studmuffin. I can't sleep if my peanuts hurt. Whenever they hurt at bedtime, Mommy or Aunt Cindy rub my popsy until `it' happens and then I feel better. Will you do that for me, Mr. Studmuffin? Please! They really hurt." Harry stood aghast. The boy wanted Harry to jerk him off! Cindy, when she babysat did that for him and so did Mary Grace! Was the kid lying? Harry didn't know. What he did know was that Mary Grace wanted Harry to do whatever Stevie wanted for three days, with the big payoff at the end. "OK, Sport," Harry warily agreed. "I've been there. Do you have any..." "Mommy keeps a big bottle of baby oil in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom," the little creampuff said. Harry went off to find it. When he returned, Stevie was lying on his back, holding his nightshirt up above his nipples. Breathing heavily. Exposing himself in full subjugation to Harry's meaty paw. Which was disgusting, right? Except that Harry wasn't disgusted at all. He was [gulp] aroused. Which was the truly disgusting part to the increasingly overmatched Harry. Stevie was even more aroused than Harry was. Quivering and whimpering softly in anticipation of being handled by a handsome man. For the first time it occurred to Harry that Stevie might be gay. It was mentioned earlier, you may recall, that Harry had never been a serious candidate for a Rhodes Scholarship. But what really occurred to Harry was the erotic nature of what lay before him. It was a given that Stevie was a beautiful boy. Undressed, he was stupefying. Stevie's penis stood skinned and proud -- all 4.83 inches of it -- awaiting Harry's baby-oiled caresses. The aforementioned "sore peanuts" hung saucily below the boy's pink pole, encased in the loveliest of wrinkled bags. Stevie's lewdly exposed nipples were a showstopper in themselves. Stiff as the fine for going 90 in a school zone. Puffed. Inviting all manner of oral and manual worship. Harry felt a deep sexual flush. Then scolded himself for it. He was there to help his future stepson through a difficult situation. Treating the serious condition known as "blueballs." It was almost a medical procedure -- Dr. Harry Studmuffin the attending physician. But poor Stevie was so "overheated" that Harry was concerned that the boy would need an actual medical procedure if Harry didn't keep his promise to Mary Grace regarding Stevie's expressed needs. A lifetime of benevolent gigolo-ism had embedded true lover's values in Harry. He was no slam-bammer and never would be. So despite what some might consider a perverted encounter (the underage, homosexual, shades of familial improprieties aspect of it -- some could see as bad), Harry was going to give Stevie an exceptional wank. Harry drizzled babyoil slowly onto Stevie's sore balls. Drawing a tiny whimper of pain mixed with lust. Then Harry slowly trailed the drooling bottle of babyoil up Stevie's stiff pricklet. Until he reached the skinned head, where he ran the drool back and forth across its vulnerable, unprotected, pink surface. Stevie squealed softly. His eyes burned with lust as he locked them with Harry's. Perhaps Harry went too far for a "first time" when he drizzled a bit of baby oil onto each of Stevie's stiff nipples, then used just the pad of his right index finger to rub the slick stuff over the full pi r squared of each puffy treasure. Stevie almost shot his cream just from that. Knowing that pleasure delayed is pleasure enhanced, Harry slowed down. Letting Stevie regain his breath and his composure. Until Harry heard the young beauty implore Harry. "Please," the boy whispered desperately. Harry hated to see anyone suffer. So he began to masturbate Stevie the way he had masturbated himself during those rare times in his life when no one was around to take care of Harry's own "condition." Apparently Stevie appreciated Harry's stroke skills. The boy was soon arching his back and helplessly ejaculating what, to Harry, was an extraordinary amount of sperm and semen for a boy Stevie's age. Which for some reason, pleased Harry. Until he began to consider what he had done. The shame. The guilt. The felony. The potential for incarceration. Stevie, on the other hand, was apparently feeling only sexual joy and relief. "That was awesome, Mr. Studmuffin!" the sweet boy said. Thank you so much. I'll sleep really well now. See you in the morning." And the boy sat up, threw his arms around Harry, and gave the man a long, tongue-free kiss. Then he pulled down his nightshirt, heedless of the lake of cum covering the canyon of his belly button and lay back down. Harry hastily pulled the covers over Stevie, said good night and left the room. Harry staggered downstairs to the kitchen and cracked a beer. What had he done? That couldn't have been what Mary Grace wanted him to do with Stevie. He was going to jail, then hell. In that state, it was no surprise that Harry leaped when the phone rang at 10:30. Harry answered it warily. "Hi, Honey," the voice said. "How's it going with Stevie?" Harry gulped. Let his breath out. And said, "Great, Mary Grace. Stevie's a great kid. He's in bed now." "Oh, rats. I forgot about the time difference. Sorry. So tell me about your day." And Harry did. Except for the parts where he kissed Stevie and rubbed him up to a staggering cum. All of which had given Harry the unrequited hardon of his life. "Oh, that's wonderful, Harry. I knew you and Stevie would be good together. I know you'll keep giving Stevie everything he needs for two more days, then we can set a date and plan our wedding -- with no pre-nup, of course." No pre-nup! Wow! Harry almost creamed his pants at that potential realization of every gigolo's dream. Harry half-listened to Mary Grace's long-winded description of life in her corporate world and they hung up at 11:02. Harry was smiling. Two more days of tossing Stevie off before bed -- two more toss-offs -- and Harry would be on Easy Street. Though life never seems to be that uncomplicated. Stevie entered the kitchen. Rubbing his eyes with his right hand and clutching his teddy bear and a bottle of baby oil with his left. What was he doing awake. "I couldn't sleep, Mr. Studmuffin. I heard the phone and that woke me up. Then I thought about how nice you were to me and how handsome and manly you are and [sob] my peanuts hurt again. Worse than last time. "Could you just do that nice thing for me again? Please!!! You don't even need to come upstairs. I brought the babyoil." Harry gulped. The kid was adorable. His nightshirt had bunched up a bit in the back, exposing a good bit of what, by any standard, was a magnificent ass. He looked so beautiful and so needy. How could Harry say no? Harry stayed seated and motioned the boy to join him. Which Stevie mis(?)interpreted as an invitation to sit on Harry's lap. When Harry felt Stevie's warm bottom on his thighs, he let Stevie stay right there. And Stevie's squirming to get settled resulted in Stevie's bum rubbing against Harry's confined cock. Quite innocently, of course. "Just relax, Stevie," Harry said, as her rubbed his oiled hand along Stevie's reinvigorated cock and tiny balls. "I'll help you feel better and then it's sleepy time for sure. Your Mom will have my hide if you don't get enough sleep when she's gone. How does that feel?" Stevie's answer was to turn his head and, with an open mouth for the first time, devour Harry's mouth with tongue drenched kisses. Harry was astonished. And wildly excited. The boy was an amazing kisser. And, despite the innocent appearance and demeanor, was a sexual deluge when aroused. Harry even considered releasing his own cock and seeing where that led things. But he demurred. Kissing back. Rubbing Stevie's cockhead with skill driven by his own lust. Stevie responded in the way boys have always responded. He squirted his cream. And squealed out his excitement. Good gravy yet again. There may have been a time, with the 500 or so females to whom Harry Studmuffin had "attended" in his life, when he had been more excited. But Harry couldn't recall when. Stevie proved to be the grownup at that moment. He broke the kiss, kissed Harry good night, thanked him, and kept his promise to go to bed. Though not directly. As Stevie was almost out of Harry's sight, without turning back to Harry, the boy lifted the back skirts of his nightshirt to expose his bare bum. Stevie then turned to look back at Harry, smiled and scooted up the stairs clutching his teddy bear. Thus leaving Harry in a puddle of guilt, fear, puzzlement, shame and sexual unrequitedness. Not to mention that puddle of boy's cream that Stevie had left on Harry's shirt. Harry's sleep was fitful that night. Boys his age couldn't keep a secret. Stevie would be telling his friends at school -- one of whose fathers was probably a cop or the district attorney. Oh yeah. Harry would be in the slammer by noon -- 4 p.m. at the latest. Unless... What if all of Stevie's friends were gay like Stevie probably was? And Stevie brought them around after school? And they all dropped their pants and got in line expecting a bit of what Stevie got and loved from Harry? Which was worse? So Harry tossed and turned until... Someone was in bed with him. Was it the police already? Harry's eyes opened and he was alert. It was Stevie! Cuddling with the Harry. Even though Harry, as was his lifelong habit, was sleeping naked. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie said. "I didn't mean to wake you, but I was feeling so guilty that I just had to make amends." Guilt? Amends? Stevie explained. "You were so sweet and wonderful to help me with my pain. Twice. And when I sat on your lap, I could tell that you were in pain too. And I never helped you. I'm such a bad person. [Sob]" Now what? Harry was naked, in bed with his girlfriend's kid, who was half naked, assuming that he still had that nightie/nightshirt on (Stevie did). And the kid was talking about giving Harry "relief" -- the good kind. Of course, the kid did have a point. The score was two to nothing in Stevie's favor. And guys always keep score. Not only that, but Harry hadn't had his "bag emptied" since his date with Mary Grace almost 60 hours earlier! Which is equivalent to waterboarding in many ways. The real decider though, was that they couldn't hang him twice. Harry had already done enough for an all-expenses-paid trip to the Big House. And his balls did ache. Plus, Stevie hadn't waited for Harry's consent. He was already massaging Harry's massive meat with a hand he had lubed well before getting into bed. "Oh, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie sighed. "It's so big and hot and hard!" Now who among us doesn't like to hear that? Not only did Harry submit to Stevie's skillful masturbation, he didn't turn away when Stevie locked mouths with Harry and began a tongue-kissing session that for at least three centuries would be listed in the prominent tongue-kissing journals as the prime example of early 21st-Century spitswapping. Despite his good, better and best judgment. Harry was burning hot. He wanted to reciprocate in a more pleasing way for Stevie (gigolos are pleasers, after all), but the boy's cock was rubbing against Harry's thigh. There was easy access to another erogenous zone, however. Harry slid a finger into Stevie's asshole. Stevie screamed, withdrew his hand from Harry's cock and pulled away from the kiss. Making Harry wish that he'd gotten that false passport he'd always considered. Fight or flight, Harry? Which would it be? But then... "Oh, Mr. Studmuffin! That's so awesome! Nobody ever..." And the boy dug in with an even more enthusiastic kiss and wanking. Harry allowed his adrenal gland to settle down. Then he found Stevie's prostate and began to massage it mercilessly. Stevie whimpered and squealed, but he kept on kissing and wanking until... "Oh!!!!" Stevie cried out as he desperately heaved out the thick, creamy result of his first prostate orgasm. Giving pleasure was always the strongest catalyst for Harry's pleasure. Seconds after Stevie began drenching Harry's thigh, Harry loosed seven thick ropes of man's cream from their surly bonds. Man and boy lay exhausted and entwined. Sleep overtook them both in less than a minute. Sleep. Mary Grace was sucking Harry's cock and everything was right. They were getting married real soon and Harry could devote himself to her happiness, which was all Harry really wanted to do anyway. Goodness, Mary Grace was a good cocksucker. Better than ever. Wait. Harry woke up. The bedroom was filled with light and Stevie's mouth was filled with Harry's cock. Stevie was sucking Harry's cock! And doing it better than any woman ever had! Stevie, who maintained full eye contact as he sucked his stepfather-to-be's monster, was delighted to see that Harry was awake. He stopped sucking for a moment and said, "Good morning, Mr. Studmuffin. You were SO good to me last night that I wanted to thank you again. I've seen Mommy do this for you a bunch of times and I know you like it a lot. Am I doing it right?" And, not waiting of Harry's answer, Stevie capped Harry's knob with his tiny mouth. Using advanced, accelerated expert tongue work on the "arrow point" on the underside of Harry's prize possession. No sane man, even one in mortal danger, would pass up a blowjob like the one Stevie was donating to Harry. Though Harry realized that the testimony he could have offered in mitigation and extenuation had evolved. Until that moment, it had been "It sounds crazy, but it's true, your honor. The kid's mom said to do whatever he wanted. He said his balls hurt. We've all been there, eh, your honor. So I helped him to `relieve the pressure' a little. I know what you're thinking, your honor. He could've tossed himself off. But he didn't have a father to show him that stuff and...blah, blah, blah -- five years. After Harry let Stevie suck his cock to what Harry hoped would be a nice, creamy conclusion, there would be an addendum to the testimony. "You're right, your honor. I should have pulled my cock out of the kid's mouth. But the kid gives world-class blowjobs, which I could, uh, have him demonstrate if your honor would just lift those robes -- 25 to life. Harry blocked all that out and settled in for a sweet ride. And a sweet one it was. Punctuated by a sight Harry had never witnessed. The kid swallowed Harry's entire load! No woman had ever done that. They usually just complained about their jaw was hurting and could they stop. What a magnificent bundle of awe-inspiring sexuality Stevie Lamour was. If Stevie weren't a boy, Harry would be half in love with him already. Harry kissed Stevie and thanked him four or five times between kisses. Harry's TWO fingers in Stevie's bum as Stevie rubbed his little tickler against Harry's stomach while they kissed produced a lovely result. At the exact moment when Harry's alarm clock went off. Tearing himself away from Stevie's charms was surprisingly difficult for Harry. But the man scooted the boy off to shower and dress for school as Harry cooked breakfast and packed Stevie's lunch. Harry had packed a baloney and cheese sandwich on rye, pear and corn chips and was standing in the kitchen in his robe and slippers, flipping fried eggs, when Stevie entered the kitchen wearing only a brief pair of white, silk, bikini panties. "I know I have to get dressed yet, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie said innocently, but I changed my mind about dinner tonight and I didn't want to forget. Can we have tacos, please?" At that moment, Harry would have promised Stevie that he would end world hunger for him. Stevie wore panties!?!?!!?!? All the time, or just when he was making Stevie's cock hard? Were they his or his mother's? What did he do on gym days? "OK, Stevie. Tacos it is," was all Harry said. Stevie smiled prettily and left the room, giving Harry a nice view of his pantied ass. An ass that could very well be his that afternoon and evening. Which was an impure thought, dismissed by Harry as soon as it... That phone again. Oh. Harry recognized the area code. "Hi, Mary Grace. You're up early." "Good morning, Harry, Honey. I didn't get to talk to Stevie last night. He hasn't left for school yet, has he?" [Gulp] Should Harry lie? Say that Stevie had already left. Which would give Harry more time to get across the border. Harry was a truthful man. "He's getting dressed and I'm making him sausage and eggs. Here he comes. It's your Mom, Stevie," "Thanks, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie said. Looking nothing like the gay little cockhound who had sucked Harry off 35 minutes earlier. Stevie took the phone and said "Hi, Mommy." Which was the only part of the conversation that Harry heard, since Stevie carried the phone and the conversation out of the kitchen," Five minutes. Ten. Harry listened for police sirens. Then Stevie and the phone returned to the kitchen. "Bye, Mommy! I love you." Stevie handed Harry the phone and said, "Mommy wants to talk to you, Mr. Studmuffin." Then he helped himself to the sausage and eggs that Harry had plated for him as Harry faced his fate. [Tentatively] "Hi, Mary Grace" [Smallest of pauses] Then, "Oh, my sweet, darling, love Harry! I can't thank you enough for the outstanding care you've given Stevie. Stevie was positively gushing about what a great guy you are and all the fun you're having together. Keep up the good work, lover. I'll be home in two days and I'll be in the mood for any and I mean ANY adventure you can dream up." What just happened? Harry hung up the phone and looked at Stevie. Who was smiling as he wolfed down his breakfast. The pretty boy grabbed his lunch and school bag, kissed Harry on the lips and ran out to catch the bus. Three -- The Test -- Day Two Harry didn't have everything he needed for tacos. So after he did the breakfast dishes and made the beds, he was off to the supermarket. Anything to take his mind off his predicament. With its many layers of predicamentibility. First of all, there was the kid. Beautiful kid. Sweet kid. Gay as a carnival. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But apparently, Stevie thought that Harry was gay too. Or at least liked doing gay things. Like kissing a beautiful boy until your soul was sucked out. Rubbing his little penis until he exploded with grateful delight. Fondling his anal apparatus until he shuddered like a wet dachshund, squealed like a girl playing dodgeball and creamed like a dairy. Then there was the kid's mother. Whom Harry loved. As a meal ticket. A sex partner. And a loving, lifelong companion. Who would surely cut Harry's balls off if she even suspected what Harry and Stevie had done last night. And what, Harry desperately hoped they would be doing for the next two nights. Even though Mary Grace had given Harry the "orders" that got him into his current predicament. "Do whatever Stevie wants." Stevie wanted naughty things. Gay things. And Harry didn't believe for one minute that Mary Grace and her sister Cindy were tossing Stevie off at bedtime. Mary Grace would be crushed to learn that Stevie was gay. Should Harry tell her? No way. Total honesty is the only surefire way to kill any human relationship. Then there was Harry. He was worried about himself. He had liked doing those gay things with that gay kid. Loved it. Adored it. Better than any sex he'd ever had. And Harry had had a lot of sex. The kid was beautiful. And sweet. And the best cocksucker in the Galaxy. But, of course, it was all wrong. Harry mused all that as he stood in the supermarket checkout line. It was almost his turn when his eyes fell on a magazine he'd never noticed before. "Sissy Boy" Sissy Boy? Huh? The first thing Harry noticed about Sissy Boy was the cover price -- $39.95! Outrageous. But then he saw the cover. "Annual Anal All-Stars 2012" the headline proclaimed. But the pictures spoke much more loudly. A collage of boys. The same age or younger (!) than Stevie. Naked!! Getting their assholes licked, fingered, kissed and fucked by men and older boys!! None, to Harry's eye, quite as gorgeous as Stevie, but all deliciously pretty. And it was all sitting out, in plain view, for casual purchase, at the supermarket checkout. Had Harry missed a shift in culture during his all-out pursuit of a comfortable situation? Harry found himself in his car three minutes and 42 seconds later, gripping his keys and a bag filled with flour tortillas, jalapeno peppers, medium-hot taco sauce and the "Annual Anal All-Stars 2012" issue of "Sissy Boy" magazine. He didn't really remember buying it. Ten minutes later he was back at Mary Grace's house. Groceries unloaded and put away. The plastic-wrapped "Sissy Boy" called to Harry. "Open me!" "See what men and boys can do for fun!" It was wrong, but no more so than anything else he'd done since Mary Grace left. Harry sat at the kitchen table and opened the magazine. Oh! Page after page of underage, homosexual filth! Harry was so aroused he was quivering. If Stevie had been there at that moment, he would have bent the sweet boy over the kitchen table and, with one vicious cockthrust... Which was why Harry needed to trash that filth immediately. Only he didn't. He closed his eyes. Calmed himself down. Went into grownup mode. What, as a grownup, could he note about what he was looking at? Observation one -- Everyone in all the pictures seemed to be very happy. There was no guilt, shame, humiliation, coercion, intimidation or boredom. Boredom was the enemy of the hetero porn Harry was used to. The bleach-blonde with big hair, skyscraper heels, garter belt and black seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings was often, in Harry's view, thinking, when is this over so I can cash in and go see my dealer? These men and boys were truly loving what they were doing and perhaps truly loving each other. Observation two -- The boys loved being USED anally. Of all the women Harry had fucked in his life, only five or six had liked anal play. Harry liked anal play a lot. Sad. Boys liked anal play, Harry reasoned, because their prostates got rubbed. And if you own a boy's prostate, you own the boy. Observation three -- no one seemed to be grossed out by analingus. In fact, giver and receiver would often spurt during that lovely activity. Women didn't get analingus. No woman had ever licked Harry's hairy hole. But he bet that Stevie would. Harry shuddered at the prospect. Observation four -- Even the big-cocked men went all-in with the boys' bums and no one died. Or was hurt. In fact, the boys adored having a big cock in their pretty bums. Oh how Harry loved putting his cock into an asshole! Harry's head was starting to hurt from all that meaningful analysis. So he and "Sissy Boy" took a break. On Mary Grace's bed. With his pants down. And baby oil all over Harry's hand and cock. Harry's interest was drawn to a short series of pictures where a man named Bruno was excavating the bumhole of a delicious boy named Cody with his tongue. The expression of pure love and lust on Cody's face as he shot his boy's cream was enough to throw Harry off the cliff. What a cummy mess! Harry was grateful that no sperm reached the bedspread. He cleaned himself up, stashed the magazine between the mattress and the boxspring and took a vow of celibacy until Stevie got home. A vow that he broke at 12:43 p.m., when he visited Sissy Boy Magazine's lurid pages again to observe a sweet 10-year-old lovely named Lyle accommodate a thick, ten-inch rammer with nary a sob of protest or a call for an ambulance after the man had made his "night deposit." That could be Stevie and me, Harry surmised accurately. And that made the overheated man's balls evacuate. Another little slip-up in the vow occurred at 2:53. All Harry wanted was to check the name of that product all the assfuckers were using to lube their lads (Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, of course) and before the poor man knew it, his pants were down, he was looking at a pretty boy holding his cheeks apart to entice his man and there it was again. Creamy proof that Harry was sliding down the slippery slope to pedophilic gayness. He'd have to burn that infernal publication to prevent further visits. He didn't have time for that, though, because Stevie would be home at any minute. Stevie! [Sigh] Was Harry falling in love with Stevie? That would be the worst of the worst. And yet, Harry's heart leapt when Stevie illuminated the room with his beauty. The boy ran to Harry, gave him a huge hug and a no-tongue kiss, then said, "I'm hungry, Mr. Studmuffin. Let's have milk and cookies and we can talk about our days." Was Stevie blowing Harry off? Had that flame extinguished already? No way. The boy sat on Harry's lap as they ate milk and cookies and Stevie talked about some teacher who was weird and some kid who had released all the frogs from the biology lab. "It was so cool, Mr. Studmuffin," Stevie gushed. "But I would have rather spent the day with you." And he kissed Harry on the mouth. With lots of tongue that time. Despite Harry's three porn-induced afternoon creamfests, his cock was hard and throbbing during the kiss. Stevie noticed. He stood up. Dropped his pants and panties and stood in front of Harry. "Aren't you going to take your pants off too, Mr. Studmuffin? I think we both need relief from our aching peanuts." Harry set a new world landspeed record for pants removal. And Stevie joined Harry on his lap. Kissing. Stroking. Delicious. But not enough for Harry. He wanted Stevie to be completely naked for the first time with him. He met no resistance when he pulled the shirt over Stevie's head. But then Stevie said, "Fair's fair, Mr. Studmuffin." Harry became as naked as Stevie. Stevie mounted Harry's lap. Harry wanted to spice things up. He wanted those nipples. Harry insinuated a finger into Stevie's hot, tight bottom, drawing a grunt of pleasure. He added a second finger, then as third as they kissed hungrily and Stevie stroked Harry's cockhead. It was a good thing Harry had had those three...indiscretions...or he would have surely spunked. But his object at that moment was Stevie's pleasure. He moved his head down until his mouth covered Stevie's huge, erect, puffy, right nipple. At the same moment that Harry's three fingers found and began to torture Stevie's prostate. Stevie screamed so loudly, Harry was expecting a call from the gendarmes. The boy arched his back and with joyful agony, pumped out the biggest load Harry had ever seen him muster. Now your average lover, at that point, takes pity. Let's you sleep it off. Not Harry. There was the matter of the left nipple. Harry sucked that lovely treat as he furiously massaged Stevie's prostate. Stevie's chest was heaving. His desperate squeals grew in intensity. But he didn't say no or try to get away. Stevie's second cum in five minutes nearly ripped the boy's balls off. He tried to muffle his scream when he spunked, but it was still epic. When his post-orgasmic whimpers subsided, the exhausted boy surrounded Harry with his grateful arms. "Oh, Mr. Studmuffin! I love you so much!" Kiss. Kiss. "You don't have to say you love me, but just know that I do. I want you and Mommy to get married and you'll be with me forever." How would Harry answer that? Did he love Stevie? Maybe. But how far could a love like that... Whoa. Stevie was on his knees. "Please stand up, Mr. Studmuffin. You deserve this." Harry stood. Unsure why he needed to do so for a blowjob. And then he knew. Stevie slid two fingers into Harry's asshole at the same moment that he engulfed Harry's cock with that wonderful mouth. That was heavenly enough. And then Stevie found Harry's prostate! ! ! The pleasure was indescribable. True to his word about Harry "deserving" what he would get from Stevie, the boy wouldn't release Stevie until he had filled Stevie's mouth with sperm twice. An exhausting feat that took 25 astonishing minutes. And Stevie consumed every drop. Wondering to himself why there wasn't more sperm. Had Harry been wanking while Stevie was at school? [Giggle] Stevie hoped that Harry was thinking of Stevie when he spurted. Stevie stood and they kissed for a long time, until... "I have to take a nap now, Mr. Studmuffin. I'm so tired. Please wake me for tacos." And he was gone. Leaving Harry with the realization that he was now officially gay. Or bisexual, maybe. If it were about choice, Harry would choose Stevie over Mary Grace. He put his clothes on and set to work making the tacos. At 6:30, Harry awoke Stevie. The little angel was wearing a boy's bathrobe and his little bum was exposed. Giving Harry yet another hardon. But dinner was on the table and guys need fuel. At dinner, they talked about everything but love and sex. Harry told Stevie about his family and his boyhood and Stevie seemed really interested. When they were finished, Stevie asked if he could be excused from dishes. "I want to take a bath and get into my nightclothes. I might go to bed early tonight." Not alone, I hope, Harry thought as his cock twitched. What would the "nightclothes" be like that evening? Forty-five minutes later, Harry was pretending to watch TV as Stevie entered the room. Stevie was freshly bathed and his wet hair was combed cutely. Harry could smell the soap from across the room. The nightclothes made Stevie look good enough to eat. Stevie wore a yellow "nightshirt" that was really a girl's nightie. It was very sheer, with spaghetti straps that showed off Stevie's bare arms and shoulders. The length was short enough for Harry to catch glimpses of Stevie's testicle bag and the bottom of the boy's bumcheeks as he glided toward Harry, smiling sweetly. But the topper of the outfit was the footwear. Stevie wore only turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows on his feet. Harry knew he was in for a great night. Though there was an initial disappointment. Stevie sat at the opposite end of the couch. Away from Harry. Odd. "You look beautiful, Stevie!" Harry gushed. Stevie blushed. "Thanks, Mr. Studmuffin. I washed really good. Especially in my bottomhole and my feet." [Pause] Harry wondered. Why would Stevie make a point of saying that he'd cleaned his bottomhole and his feet well? [Pause] Harry got it. "I've never seen your feet, Honey," Harry said. "I'll bet they're lovely. May I see them?" Stevie beamed. He had thought Mr. Studmuffin a bit slow-witted, but the boy was encouraged by the way the man seemed to be catching up with things. In the perfect position to do so, Stevie lay back on the couch and put his feet onto Harry's lap. Making sure to use his right foot to gauge the state of Harry's "prize bull." Halfway there. Harry wisely allowed that welcome rubbing to continue. He held Stevie's left foot in his hands as if it were a treasured relic. Then, slowly, he removed the pretty, sissyish sock. To reveal a perfect pedal. And five exquisite toes. All well-cleaned, per Stevie's testimony. Stevie's big toe certainly tasted clean as Harry kissed, licked and sucked it. Sneaking peeks, Harry could see by the tent in his nightie that Stevie was enjoying the attention. Each toe was lovingly tongue-bathed as Stevie moaned with pleasure. And raised the hem of his nightie's skirts to show Harry the effect his sweet attentions had engendered. The boy's popsy was vilely stiff! The head was skinned and dripping. Harry could almost see each testicle throb in its wrinkled home. Some lovers would have stopped there to attend to the boy's needs. But Harry knew the value of delay and anticipation. And so did Stevie. Delay and anticipation hurt! But he soldiered on as Harry removed the pretty sock covering Stevie's right foot. Harry kissed and licked the upper part of the boy's pretty foot first that time, followed by a ticklish sojourn to Stevie's sole and heel. Then and only then did Harry begin to adore each lovely toe. When it happened, it surprised them both. No one had touched Stevie's cock, bottom or nipples. They weren't even kissing. But the boy's libido reached his limits as Harry was sucking Stevie's little right toe. Stevie whimpered and grunted through a powerful, messy orgasm! A real gusher. Eyes closed, Stevie purred happily as the last great feelings faded. Stevie remembered vaguely being pleased that he had raised his nightie to his neck just before that happened. If Mr. Studmuffin would just get him a towel, they could clean up and move on. Wait. Something... Mr. Studmuffin was on his knees by Stevie's side. Licking up all of the boy's cream that had drenched Stevie's tummy and chest! Oh! The man was even licking up the sweet cream that had drooled onto Stevie's few pubic hairs and... Oh! Oh! Big road crossed. Mr. Studmuffin had Stevie's cock in his mouth!!!! "Cleaning" it? Stevie thought not. Stevie was very pleased. He had been unsure how far the man would stray from his hetero bonds. Now he knew. As far as far went. The man wasn't the best cocksucker in the world. Not like Stevie's friend Andy. But Stevie wasn't complaining. He really did love Harry, despite what Stevie perceived as a certain "dimness." He had a good heart and a big cock. What else does a man need? Was Stevie getting stiff again? He was! Was Stevie going to squeal and squirt again? Almost. Should he warn Mr. Studmuffin? No way. Anyway, Stevie was making enough warning grunts that if he had really wanted to, Mr. Studmuffin could have avoided a mouthful of boy juice. Harry wanted that boy juice. More than he had wanted that Junior Gigolo 2000 kit he'd asked Mom and Dad for when he was eight. And he never got. One of many disappointments in his life. But this desire was about to be fulfilled. Wetly. Stevie blasted a really nice creamload into Harry's mouth. Accompanied by the kind of noises a man wants to hear when his lover is cumming. The kind most of Harry's "fancy ladies," except for Mary Grace, almost never issued. Harry swallowed Stevie's cum hungrily. Was that what made him officially gay? If so, was there a registry somewhere where he had to sign into? He'd worry about that later. He picked Stevie up in that, "Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett up the stairs" pose and carried the sissyboy to the master bedroom. Where he intended to master the boy. Beginning with the site of the boy's second invitation -- his clean bottomhole. Stevie relished the notion of Harry mastering him. Would Mr. Studmuffin be sticking that huge cock into his tiny bottom? Oh, how Stevie wanted that! Though the notion terrorized the boy as much as it aroused him. He knew that his Mommy, a grown woman nearly twice Stevie's size, hadn't done anal with Mr. Studmuffin yet. Plus, Stevie didn't see any Spermbutt Anal Lubricant in the house. And as every sissyboy will tell you, one doesn't anally host little cocks, let alone the Kraken of Cocks, without Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. That very thought was in Harry's mind as he entered the bedroom with Stevie. He'd read about Spermbutt Anal Lubricant in Sissy Boy Magazine. Was it too late to run out and get some now? Or should he wait until tomorrow? He'd have to tell Stevie something like, "You just stay there with your motor running, Honey. I'm getting dressed, driving 15 minutes each way to the store to get some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then I'm coming back to lubricate and dilate your bumhole before I disembowel you with my thick prick." No. And there was always tomorrow night for that. First order of business was to lay Stevie onto the bed and make love to him until he passed out. Decision time. Did he want Stevie to be naked or in his nightie? Now that Harry was semi-officially gay, he didn't need the nightie to pretend that Stevie was a girl. So he stood Stevie up and pulled the nightie over the boy's pretty head. Leaving him lusciously naked. They kissed and rubbed cocks in the standing position for a while. Then Harry said, "I want to eat your pussy, Baby." Stevie groaned in acceptance. But how? Harry lay on his back. "Sit on my face, facing my feet, Honey." Stevie eagerly complied. Easing his bottom down until... OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stevie's friend Andy had never done that for Stevie. No one had. Mr. Studmuffin's fat tongue was up Stevie's bum! One can't say, "I love you" any more loudly than that. Stevie was paralytic with pleasure. Harry was enjoying himself almost as much. He'd tried to eat out some of his girlfriends' bums over the years, but they had all called it disgusting and wouldn't kiss him for days after. He would get no such rejection from Stevie. In fact, 19 minutes into analingus, Stevie affirmed his pleasure at Harry's selfless act. In creamy strings of boyish joy. The lovers rearranged themselves and kissed for a long time. Stevie eagerly sucking the tongue that had pleasured him. Harry was astonished when Stevie then volunteered to satisfy Harry in the same manner that Harry had adored Stevie. Harry lay on his right side as Stevie licked Harry's hairy asshole. It was phenomenal. Harry couldn't resist masturbating as Stevie ate Harry out. So his manly juices shot out after only 14 magnificent minutes. More post anal-exploration kissing was accompanied by a mutual prostate massage and the final orgasms of the evening. A spectacular evening by any standard. The lovers fell into an exhausted sleep. And didn't awaken until the alarm the next morning. Stevie suggested a waker-uppper 69 and that was the morning's program. Mmmmmm. Mary Grace called right before Stevie was to leave for school. He left the room again to talk to her and returned to hand Harry the phone. "You're hitting a grand slam with Stevie, Harry," Mary Grace. "Keep it up." Keeping it up seemed to be why he and Stevie were getting along so well. As Stevie rushed off, Harry asked, "How about dinner?" Stevie smiled coquettishly and said, "Just get some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, Mr. Studmuffin. The big bottle." A very good sign for Harry. Four -- The Test -- Day Three Harry went to the grocery store that morning with a spring in his step and returned with a 64-ounce bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. After all, he would need it for both Stevie and Mary Grace, wouldn't he, if the woman kept her promises to Harry. Harry tried not to think what would become of Stevie and him as a "couple" after Mary Grace returned. She'd be going out of town on business. Leaving her new husband and her son alone. How long would it be before she began to suspect something? Not to worry about that now. Harry was getting ASS tonight. From one of the world's finest ASSES!! Harry was so happy with his circumstances that, through huge effort, he was able to keep himself from retrieving his well-cummed Sissy Boy Magazine and "relieving" himself with its encouragement. All pretense was gone between Harry and Stevie when the boy came home from school. No milk and cookies. No nighties. They ran upstairs and stripped each other naked. The lovers got into Mary Grace's king-sized bed and entwined hungrily. "Did you get the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, Mr. Studmuffin?" Stevie asked. "Oh, yes, Baby. The big bottle." Stevie swooned. And submitted to Harry's Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-drenched fingers as his man lubricated and dilated him. Preparing him for the impossible mission of accepting a ten-inch cock in a boy-sized bottom. When Harry thought that he had done all that he could do, he lubed up his own cock with the Spermbutt and positioned Stevie to be buggered. Four pillows under his stomach. Wet, open hole, eye-to-eye with Harry's peehole. "I love you, Stevie," Harry said with complete honesty. Before Stevie could answer the statement that distracted Stevie from his mortal fear, Harry's cockhead of and five inches of shaft had pierced the boy's bowels. Stevie's cry of agony gave Harry the distraction he needed to shove in the remainder of his wild beast. All in. And done rather smoothly. Except for that tormented screaming that Stevie seemed to insist on continuing. Wait. He's calming down. "I had to get it all in at once, Stevie," Harry told the boy he loved. "It's less painful that way. The first time is the worst. Every time we do it after this it'll be easier. Take a few minutes to get used to it before I start moving inside you. Clipping your prostate with each long stroke. Driving you crazy with pleasure." Stevie grunted submissively. And let his bottom adjust to its foreign immigrant. Until... "I'm OK now, Daddy. You can fuck me now. I want you to." "Daddy!?!?!!?" Harry's heart leapt with joy. Stevie called him Daddy! And he's ready to fuck. Well so was Harry. And a grand fuck it was. For both of them. Stevie had been scared when the pain had been so bad. Not that he's die or anything. He was scared that he wouldn't like fucking. And what kind of a sissyboy doesn't like fucking? But Stevie liked fucking all right. Daddy's fat cock was giving his prostate an advanced lesson in eroticism. Stevie's Daddy was a great fucker. And a great lover in general. He was kind and generous. And he loved Stevie. Stevie adored Daddy! Was Daddy shooting his man's cream into Stevie already? He was. [giggle} I must have really excited him, Stevie thought. Uh-oh! It looks as if Mr. Stevie was a bit overexcited too. The boy was shivering and squealing and soaking the top two of Mommy's pillows. It was a night neither would ever forget. They fucked seven times that night and morning. Three with Stevie on his stomach. Two on his back, knees against his ears. Once against the wall in the kitchen when they took a food break. And once in the shower that morning. Stevie was dressed for school when his Mom called that Friday morning. Once again they talked in private, then Stevie handed Harry the phone. Stevie was fiddling with his bookbag when Harry said good morning to Mary Grace. Her answer was a cold icepick of fear in his heart. "Stevie tells me you fucked him eight times last night and this morning. Is this true, Harry?" How could Stevie betray Harry like that? Harry's life was over. He'd be on the lam or in prison, It was almost laughable when Harry, burdened by his lifelong commitment to truthfulness, said, "Actually, I think it was seven, but Mary Grace..." Mary Grace laughed out loud. "You are so unbelievably honest, Harry. OK, so seven it was. That's quite a few. What's our record...five, six?" Was Mary Grace angry or not? "We've done eight, Mary Grace. At the B and B. Remember?" "Oh, your right. Well, I'm jealous anyway. Stevie tells me he took all ten inches and after the fourth time, there was no pain at all. Be gentle with me tonight, Harry. My ass is all yours for the whole weekend. And if you have to pretend that I'm Stevie when you're fucking me, that's fine. Just don't tell me, OK?" "OK," the relieved man sputtered out. "So you're not angry?" "Angry? Why would I be angry? You did exactly as I asked you to, with magnificent results. Stevie adores you. Insists on calling you Daddy. Say, why don't you keep him home from school today. As a treat to you both. I won't be home until five. You may want to tidy up before then." "So this whole thing..." "Was a test, Harry. Stevie is a sissyboy. You had to be OK with that or I couldn't marry you. He'll be dating soon. Really soon. Men and older boys will be coming to the door to take him places and fuck him. And he'll need a strong, male mentor who loves and understands him to keep him fucking the good guys and away from the creeps. Plus, he can only date on Friday and Saturday nights. On all those school nights when I'm gone or when I'm home, Stevie's going to need someone to help him with his `needs.'" "You mean, Stevie and I could..." "Whenever he's not on a date. Though when I'm in town, I'll expect to be fucked at least twice a day. Plus anal three or four times a week. Sound good?" Good? It was awesome! "When will Stevie start dating?" "My boss has wanted him since he was nine. They're doing an overnight next Friday at the Ritzhilton. The next night he'll be dating Bradley, that nice high school senior across the street." "Did you arrange all that, Mary Grace?" "Of course, silly. But as his Daddy, from now on, you'll be supervising Stevie's lovelife. Just one thing. Give my boss a little slack, will you? I'm getting a big raise, a promotion and a corner office out of this. And yes, Stevie knows the man, likes him and agreed to the date." Phew! Harry and Mary Grace exchanged "I love yous" and farewells. And then there was Stevie. Who was no longer wearing his school clothes. Or any clothes. "Mommy said I could stay home today." Harry was happy that he'd bought the 64-ounce bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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