Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:04:51 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Wives (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Wives By Beautiful Creamer One -- Newlywed Manor Realtor Dewey Cheatem was enjoying showing newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. Chad Liftcox around the condominium facility where the young couple were about to live. Mrs. Liftcox was a real stunner. And the way the couple was cuddling and stealing kisses, it looked as if they wanted to get their new-home orientation over with so they could get back to the vigorous fucking they had been doing on their recently-completed honeymoon. Dewey sighed. The new wife was gorgeous -- the prettiest in a building full of head-turners. Briefly, he thought about how fabulous it would be to stick his fat cock into Mrs. Liftcox. To engender those squeals and screams that showed lustful appreciation and made a man feel like a man. Mr. Liftcox was one lucky fucker. "I'm so glad you're happy with your living quarters, Mr. and Mrs. Liftcox, but the real advantages of Newlywed Manor are our amenities. If you'll just follow me into the elevator, I'll give you a tour of the first floor." The Liftcoxes followed. Reluctantly. Though the way Mrs. Liftcox was eye-batting at Mr. Liftcox, their momentary celibacy was in peril. The newlyweds shared a long, deep, tonguey kiss in the elevator. Both Mr. and Mrs. Liftcox were sporting obvious erections as they kissed. Dewey wouldn't have been surprised if the man pulled his wife's shorts down and fucked the young, beautiful boy's bubble butt right there in the elevator. Not yet... But their restraint was crumbling. And no wonder. Nickie Liftcox was that beautiful. The 11-year-old angel was tall and blond. With a classically-gorgeous face and the body of a boyfucker's wettest dreams. The boy had been married all of three weeks, after a courtship of only six weeks. But he KNEW that Mr. Liftcox was his soulmate. Mostly by the way how Mr. Liftcox's cock fit so well inside Nickie's "pussy." And a fine pussy it was. Virginal, at Mr. Liftcox's insistence, until their wedding night. The defloration had been epic. Nickie took to fucking like a mammal takes to air. And Mr. Liftcox considered himself the luckiest man on earth. Dewey would agree with that. Though he would consider himself the second luckiest, since, as the exclusive realtor to Newlywed Manor, a 24-condo complex of men and their beautiful, young boywives, Dewey had full access to the Manor's "amenities." Two -- Amenities When the Liftcoxes broke their elevator kiss, Mrs. Liftcox whimpered softly, "I don't want to see any old `amenities,' `Daddy.' Couldn't we just go to our condo and try out the bed?" A question accompanied by an exquisite pouty face. Dewey shuddered at the sissyboy's use of "Daddy" with his new husband. He knew they weren't related, but a man loves it when a sissyboy calls him "Daddy." Someone had to be the grownup, so Mr. Liftcox tried out the role. "It'll just be a few minutes, my sweet darling," he said to his horny little wife. "Then we'll go do ANYTHING you want." Nickie's face brightened at that. "Can we do that thing we did the last night of our honeymoon, when you said you had to sleep or you would die and I wanted more play time?" Mr. Liftcox winced at the memory. The man had barely survived that night. He would never have been able to produce another erection had Nickie not stuck his pretty tongue into his husband's hairy bottomhole. That "raised the dead" all right. Receiving enthusiastic analingus from Nickie would be a sweet treat. How could be not love Nickie? Nickie resigned himself to a few boring moments, to be followed by hours of wanton, frantic, marital sex. The moments weren't boring. The trio stepped off the elevator and turned left. "I think you'll enjoy our pools -- both an indoor and an outdoor." Pool, schmool, Nickie thought. Is it over yet? Until they walked into the outdoor pool and Nickie saw many of the fellow residents of Newlywed Manor. Around seven or eight couples. Men and boys. The boys were all naked! And stunning...though not as gorgeous as Nickie. And the men! Hunky! Though Mr. Liftcox was at least as hunky-handsome as they were. The men weren't all naked, but the ones who were, were all sporting nice, big stiffies. Who wouldn't be in that environment? Three of the men and three boys who, Nickie presumed, were their boywives were doing "naughties" right there in the pool area. Two little sissyboys were on their knees coaxing cum from their husbands' fat cocks with their active mouths. A third little creampuff was sitting on his "Daddy's" cock -- bouncing up and down to a tune only he could hear. Oddly, to Nickie, no one seemed surprised or attentive to these goings-on. They seemed to be engaged in their own little teasy activities. Kissing. Flirting. Walking sexily here and there. Posing naughtily. Making goo-goo eyes at each other. Oh dear. With all those cockteasing little tramps around the Manor, would Nickie have to keep an eye on his husband? Or would Nickie end up becoming one of those cockteasing little tramps himself? What do YOU think? Anyway... Nickie stole a look at his husband, who didn't seem all that surprised by what he saw, though he was clearly aroused by it. Nickie felt a searing flash of jealousy, then a resolve to get his husband to their flat where he could fuck some sense into him. Dewey sensed all that -- he had seen the dynamic many times before -- and he led them away. Pointing out the massage facility for boys ("Don't miss the full-body baby-oil rub!") -- and a large room with a thick door. "This is our sissyboy-spunk-party room. It's open 20 hours a day, from noon to 8 a.m. They need to freshen it up every day of course. Quite popular with the residents and selected guests. The boywives are allowed to bring their schoolmates of course. And the boywives' daddies have full privileges. We would never exclude the spunk of anyone who produced you beauties." Nickie looked at his husband. Mr. Liftcox seemed to know exactly what Dewey was saying. Nickie had no clue. What exactly was a "sissyboy spunk party?" [Pause] [Pause] Oh. Why would they, or any of the residents, want to go to something icky as a group sperm swap if they were married? And why would Nickie's Daddy want to go to something like that? Mom wouldn't like that at all. Would she? Now that he was thinking about it, why was Daddy the one who cried at the Liftcox wedding, not Mom? Had Daddy been planning on "doing things" with Nickie someday? Did Mr. Liftcox steal Nickie away from Daddy's loving arms? Oh. So much to think about. But before Nickie knew it, he and his husband were naked, in their new bed, in their new home and Mr. Liftcox was kissing and sucking Nickie's toes as he told his boywife how much he loved him. So who needed "amenities?" Three -- Maybe amenities wouldn't be all bad Nickie awoke the next morning and purred contentedly. The honeymoon may have been over, but the fucking sure wasn't. Nickie's man had shown his love for his new bride in every way currently known to modern science. Which was remarkable in that Mr. Liftcox was 30 years old; nearly 20 years his wife's senior. The man was too young for Viagra, so it must have been Nickie's beauty and ravenous hunger for marital sex that drove Mr. Liftcox's drive. Nickie's bottomhole was very sore. A good sore for sure. The sore that comes from having three hot spunk loads deposited in it by the man you adore. Nickie's nipples were sore too. The boy's husband called them Nickie's "titties" and loved to kiss and suck them. Sometimes he sucked them a little too hard, but a wife has to suffer for his husband, doesn't he? Sometimes Nickie wondered if the nipple sucking meant that Mr. Liftcox was still a little "hetero." Rather than be put off by that, Nickie used it to his advantage. Acting a little "girly" when his man needed more "energy." Now and then, Nickie would even put on some of the lingerie that Mr. Liftcox had given him on their wedding night. It certainly seemed to float Mr. Liftcox's boat. Anyway, lingerie for boys was being legitimized by the new spinoff magazine, "Sissy Boy Lingerie." Nickie's face wasn't tired. Doused as it was by two thick loads of his husband's man's cream, the boy's visage was even more beautiful. Nickie stretched. And looked at his sleeping husband. The boy's cock always twitched when he looked at that marvelous hunk of man. Nickie had always liked men. And men had always liked Nickie. The boy was a beauty from birth. But he never thought much about s-e-x until after his ninth birthday party. When he sat on his Daddy's lap, as he frequently did. Daddy was asking him about what he thought about his party. ("It was awesome, Daddy!") Then Daddy gave Nickie a big hug and Nickie leaned his body closer to Daddy. Which was when he felt it. A rockhard lump in Daddy's crotch. Though they had often cuddled, Daddy had never been hard before during an embrace. Nickie had that effect on men. Even his Daddy. And Nickie was able to connect the dots. Nothing beyond cuddling happened with Nickie and Daddy. But it happened with the boys in Nickie's fourth-grade class. By the time Nickie was nine and a half, he had sucked the cocks of half the boys in his class. And his teacher, Mr. Harder, as well. By Nickie's tenth birthday, he was dating high school boys. Even went to the East Sodom High School prom, though his date, Mark Spunker, didn't like Nickie's "no-anal-fucking-till-marriage" rule. When Nickie was ten and a half, he began to date men. Two nice men, who swallowed Nickie's boy's cream every chance they got and treated Nickie like a princess. Nickie loved the men a little. But when he met Mr. Liftcox, he knew that he was THE ONE. Plus, by that time, Nickie was eleven, had graduated from fifth grade and elementary school and wasn't getting any younger. Mr. Liftcox was lying there asleep. His massive cock drooling as he dreamed of Nickie -- his own sweet darling, whom he loved vastly. But he was so tired. Needed sleep. Maybe just six more hours. No way was Nickie waiting six hours. Or six minutes. But as a maturing married sissyboy, he knew he needed a revival strategy beyond just licking his man's hairy asshole. Nickie was going to freshen up. The boy arose from his bed of copulation, then sissied himself into the bathroom for a sitting pee and a poop that seemed to be half sperm. The boy cleaned his bottom with toilet paper then stepped in and took a long, hot, proper shower. Resisting the urge to rub his aching knob to a creamy conclusion. He was saving his boy's cream for his husband. If he had been less randy, he would have given himself a nice, cleansing enema. Later, maybe. Nickie patted himself dry, then powdered his body with a subtle scent. Then he padded naked into the bedroom, where his hunky hubby was still pounding z's. The boy went to his chest of drawers and opened the middle one. Where was it? There. A wispy, black, see-through little confection that "Daddy" called a babydoll nightie. Nickie hadn't worn it yet, but he noticed the way Mr. Liftcox looked at him when Nickie held it against his beautiful body one night on their honeymoon. Nickie slid it over his head and looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. Wow! He was completely edible! As fate would have it, at that very moment, Mr. Liftcox stirred in his sleep. The man's eyes fluttered open and he saw Nickie. Admiring himself in the mirror. In that black babydoll that didn't even cover his bottom in the back or his "boy's things" in the front. Mr. Liftcox may have been tired but he wasn't dead. He leapt out of bed grabbed his wife, took the boy to bed and ravaged him for two frantic hours. Monogamous, marital bliss. The perfect situation. Which would last forever. Or not. The very next day, Mr. Liftcox ruined everything! At 9 a.m. that foul Monday morning, Mr. Liftcox left his wife and went to work! Work!!! It wouldn't have been as tragic if it hadn't been early July and Nickie, who had been a June bride, could have gone back to school. What did Nickie's cruel husband expect the boy to do all day? And what was that nonsense about that boy Erin, who was supposed to be Nickie's "sponsor" at Newlywed Manor? "He'll be by at 9:30, sweetheart," Mr. Liftcox told his wife. "So you won't be alone." Nickie cried and pleaded with Mr. Liftcox not to desert him. Then he began to question his man's sanity. Who would choose "work" over a day of fucking Nickie? But Mr. Liftcox left anyway. Some baloney about having to pay the mortgage! Nickie cried and threw a solo tantrum. Until 9:30, when the doorbell rang. It was that "Erin" person. Nickie almost didn't answer it. Which would have been Nickie's great loss. Nickie looked a fright when he opened the door. Eyes red and puffy. Face covered with the last load of his husband's morning sperm. Wearing only a pair of skimpy, pink panties that he'd stained with his cock droolings. Erin thought Nickie was beautiful. And Erin was quite excellent himself. The sight of Erin disoriented Nickie. Erin was lovely. Naked except for a small, baby-blue, boy's-things-in-a-pouch panty outfit. Older than Nickie, but just as hot. Erin was 13 years, two months and 12 days old. An age of boy that Nickie had not yet sampled sexually. He'd "done" men. Boys his own age. High-school boys. But Erin was new to Nickie. Should he flirt with the lovely lad and lure him to bed? That had always worked with Nickie so far in his life. Did he want to "make creamies" with Erin? The boy was pretty enough, but what if he wanted to stick his "thing" into Nickie. After all, Nickie was married now. Faithful and all that. Though "Daddy" hadn't given him any lectures on fidelity. And he certainly couldn't expect Nickie to be celibate for the whole eight hours Mr. Liftcox was at work five days a week. That would be inhuman! Nickie rationalized that Mr. Liftcox was probably "getting his rocks off" at that "work" place. His company probably had "sex interns," boys as young or even [gasp] younger than Nickie who would suck the men off during their coffee breaks! Or even [sob] take Nickie's husband's thick, hard, blue-veined, uncircumcised cock into their trampy assholes! So it was OK for Nickie to "amuse himself" while his husband was at what had to be an all-day sex orgy at work. For his part, Erin was bemused by Nickie. Erin had been married for two years, one month and seven days. To a man he loved totally and ferociously. Though he "cheated" on him every chance he got. Life is indeed short. And a sissyboy's prime years are even shorter. Erin had achieved the age where a boy is a complete and utter victim to his hormones. And is beginning to show physical signs of maturity -- poison to the sissyboy mystique. Erin had been extremely "careful" about his aging, so his husband was still madly in love with him. Though he also "cheated" on Erin when the opportunity arose. Which it did continuously at Newlywed Manor. Erin had been through the same issues that Nickie had when he was a newlywed and was sympathetic to the boy. "Hi, Nickie, I'm Erin. Your sponsor at Newlywed Manor. You're the prettiest wife who's ever been here and I've known them all." (Yes, he knew them ALL). Nickie blushed at the compliment. Erin was sweet. And his little thong pouch was getting crowded as he spoke to Nickie. Erin said, "Why don't you go take a shower and slide a fresh pair of panties on? Then we'll go get pedicures and massages." Nickie didn't exactly want a pedicure or a massage. He wanted to see what Erin was packing in that pouch. But he did as he was told and 15 minutes later, the pretty boys were walking hand in hand to the elevator. Erin was so pretty. But he hadn't made a move on Nickie. Who was wearing his sexiest, black, French knickers. Didn't he like Nickie? Nickie considered a pout, but didn't have time for a proper one. The boys entered the Manor's spa. And found paradise. Rather than being staffed by middle-aged women all named Cathy or Madge, the spa was MANNED by four ultra-buff, ultra-hunky, tanned men wearing only brief speedos! "Good morning, Mrs. Spurtz," ultra-hunk Rolf said to Erin. "And you must be the new resident, Mrs. Liftcox, whom everyone is just drooling over." Nickie blushed. Though it's been clinically proven that it's impossible to over-flatter a sissyboy. His little sissy heart was fluttering at the sight of Sven, who had appeared in the spa's anteroom to aid Rolf in attending to the boys' every need. Oh dear. What if Rolf and Sven tried to FUCK Nickie? Thus far, Nickie had long been able to keep men who wanted to fuck his perfect, pink bottom at bay. But he wasn't a virgin anymore. And Rolf and Sven were so hunky! Was that what Nickie wanted? He honestly didn't know. There was that whole marital fidelity thing. That Nickie believed in. Mostly. Nickie's upper lip was sweating as he looked at Erin to see how the older, more experienced wife was handling things. Erin smiled inwardly. He understood every emotion his young sidekick was experiencing. "Mrs. Liftcox and I will be getting manicures and pedicures today, gentlemen. We'll begin with a `removal' session, thank you." Nickie gulped at two things. First that Erin was so confident and authoritative with the Newlywed Manor staff. Second that he had just been committed to a bunch of unfamiliar procedures, beginning with...what the heck...a "removal" session? The men scurried off to prepare what Mrs. Spurtz wanted. Erin smiled at Nickie and said, "I've been here two years and know what I want, honey. Just follow my lead. You'll enjoy it all, I promise." Nickie smiled back warily. Was a removal session men removing the sperm from your tee-tees? No. Nickie and Erin were in Room Two -- a well-appointed room with two treatment tables and several soft chairs. Rolf awaited instructions. "We'll begin in half an hour, Rolf, thank you. I'll call you when we're ready." "Very good, Mrs. Spurtz," Rolf said. Then he disappeared. Leaving Nickie alone with Erin. "Don't worry about the removal stuff, sweetie," Erin said. At my age, I'm getting thick pubic hair, as well as some annoying hair around my bottomhole. I come in every two or three days to remove it. Mr. Spurtz wants me to be as young as his fantasies dictate and who am I to argue with the man who brought me to this wonderful place?" Nickie's little pubic thatch was sparse, but he resolved to remove it that day to please his husband. He wondered why they were waiting a half hour. Then he found out. "You're so beautiful, Nickie. And I'm so lucky to be selected as your sponsor and guide. May I kiss you?" So that was why. Nickie was delighted by both the praise and the offer. He parted his lips and opened his arms. Oh my. Erin was an excellent kisser. And his warm, nearly naked body felt so good against Nickie's. The older boy's nipples were hard as little stones as he rubbed them against Nickie's little nubbers, drawing sweet moans from them both. Is there anything better than being a beautiful sissyboy? As their tongues sparred, Erin slid his hands into Nickie's panties and slowly slid them off. Nickie did the same for Erin. Erin guided Nickie to one of the room's couches, where they slid into a passionate 69 position. Kissing, licking and sucking each other's pretty things with experienced skill and desperate passion. It's always good to make a new friend in a new place. Nickie surprised Erin by being the first to introduce "fingers in the pootie." And by his obvious dexterity at prostate massage. The two men Nickie had dated before Mr. Liftcox had taught Nickie well about every delight of the anus save fucking. The boy knew what to do with his fingers "in there." Erin returned the favor and soon enough they were both spunking their pretty guts into each other's kissable mouths. Bosoms heaving, they repositioned for a sweet kiss and cuddle. "I could fall in love with this one," Erin thought. And Nickie felt the same. Neither boy put his panties back on for the hair removal session, so, in accordance with Newlywed Manor rules, Rolf and Sven were naked when they attended to the young beauties. The boys giggled as the men lovingly shaved their pubes and their "pussies," then applied a soothing cream to the newly-shorn areas. Manly fingers wandered into the boy's anuses and caressed their boy's things. Which made them spunk, of course -- Nickie first, then Erin. All were calm as the men manicured and pedicured them, though the men were frightfully (and majestically) aroused throughout. When the clear nail polish had dried, Nickie wondered about payment. "Your husband will take care of that, Mrs. Liftcox," Sven said. "But the tip is up to us," Erin said, Tip? Oh. Erin got onto his knees and took Sven's thick rammer into his tiny mouth. The man groaned in appreciation. Rolf's splitter awaited Nickie's attention. But not for long. Nickie got onto his knees and took Rolf to the Pleasure Planet. The men fucked the kneeling boys' mouths with the enthusiasm of men who had found the career they had always dreamed of. Nickie used his considerable fellatric skills to achieve a very creamy conclusion, then swallowed all the evidence of passion. Since Nickie's man finished first, he got to watch Erin take Sven into orbit. Nickie paid close attention to the older boy's excellent cocksucking technique. Lots of tongue. Eyes contact with the "victim." Happy little grunts and squeals that demonstrated appropriate awe for the man's virility. Nickie would have to step up his game if he was going to flourish at Newlywed Manor. There were two little details about their delicious dealings with Rolf and Sven. The boys discussed them as they strolled out of the spa, hand-in-hand, panties dangling from a finger in each boy's free hand. Nickie asked Erin: "Sven and Rolf were really hunky guys and everything and they had really great-tasting man's cream, but...and I'm not complaining...weren't their cocks a bit small?" Good catch, Erin thought, then said, "That's the plan, Honey. The husbands know that we'll fool around with the staff when they're gone. (How could they expect us to go ALL DAY without a man?!?!?) But they don't want us falling in love with some huge-cocked guy who'll make us all soppy `back there' instead of `tight for Daddy.'" Nickie thought about that, decided it made sense, then asked his other question. "I felt a little guilty sucking Rolf off. Being married and everything. But then I thought about how my husband is at the `work' place, where I know that during their breaks, they get to fuck big-eyed, tiny-penis, eight- or nine-year-olds. So is it OK to cheat on Mr. Liftcox?" Wow, Erin thought. The new brides get dumber every year. Where do they get these ideas? "First, sweetie, at work, our husbands work. That's how they make the money to keep us here at this paradise on earth. There's no workplace in our country where men fuck sissyboys openly, during their breaks. So let's be realistic." Not mentioning the unusual, some might say, unrealistic nature of the goings-on at Newlywed Manor. Nickie decided that Erin was probably right about that. Though he reserved the right to claw out the eyes of any sissyboy who flirted with his husband. But about "cheating..." "Cheating is a harsh word for `love for all mankind,' Nickie. You already know that a pretty sissyboy feels the need to share his beauty with lots of men and boys. And since your husband loves you, he'll want you to be happy." Plus, Erin thought, Mr. Liftcox will want to fuck every one of the 23 other boys at the Manor (as well as every wife's school friends). Nickie liked Erin's answer. So, he thought, "Sharing my beauty" will make me happy, the men and boys I share with happy, thus make my husband happy! Cool. That made him happy. And it made his cock happy -- and erect. Erin noticed. "Let's go to the pool, Baby. I'll introduce you to the wives there. And some of the men." Three -- Hard at Work "Oh, Mr. Liftcox!!! Oh!!" screamed nine-year-old Timmy Woodmaker as Clay Liftcox fucked the pretty "sex intern's" impossibly tight bottom. Mr. Liftcox felt a bit guilty as his mega-orgasm approached. What with his new wife sitting home, with no notion about the sex that happened every day at the office. Poor Nickie! Alone. With full, aching balls. Unless... Maybe that Erin Spurtz and Nickie would give each other a little relief until Nickie's man got home. Timmy and Mr. Liftcox had slipped into one of the office's sex-break rooms at 10:30. "I missed you when you were on your honeymoon, Mr. Liftcox." Timmy said. That was all the boy got to say, because Mr. Liftcox treated him to an excellent, though impatient fucking. Timmy loved being one of the firm's six summer interns. Fucking all the hunky men in the office every day. And the best part was that when Timmy went back to school in late August, he'd be the most "advanced" boy in the fourth grade. Maybe he'd even be spunking, instead of those hot, but still dry orgasms. By the time Mr. Liftcox filled Timmy's bum with his boiling, copious cream, Timmy had already come once and was on the verge of a second trip to paradise. The only bad thing about Timmy's internship was that the men were always in a hurry to get back to work after fucking. Leaving Timmy occasionally unsatisfied. Like at that moment when Mr. Liftcox's spent cock pulled out of Timmy's pink bum. Mr. Liftcox recognized Timmy's need. "Let me finish you off in my mouth, sweetie," Mr. Liftcox said. Though he felt guilty once again as Timmy eagerly fed the man his skinned stiffie. He was a married man, after all. With a job he should be doing. Not fucking an intern. Truth be told, his company not only condoned intern-fucking, it institutionalized it. In summers, when the boys weren't in school, the male employees were allowed two sex breaks a day. During the school year, the interns only "worked" after school, thus, one shag per day per employee. The firm didn't pay as well as other firms. But the benefits were excellent. Pay was so low that Mr. Liftcox would never have been able to afford Newlywed Manor on his own. So his father paid the bills. Which created a whole different "situation." Timmy didn't care about any of that. His two-inch prick was enjoying the excellent oral attentions of Mr. Liftcox -- a skilled, loving cocksucker. When Timmy felt his crisis approaching, something was different about it. Something good. Something powerful. His warning pangs were very intense and then, when he shuddered through his pleasure, he felt... Oh. Was it? Boy's cream!!! Only a few delicious drops passed Mr. Liftcox's lips. But there were definitely drops of boy's cream. Timmy cried happy tears. He wasn't a child anymore! And like a bird who imprints on the first living thing it sees, Timmy fell in love with the man who made him spunk first. He sat on Mr. Liftcox's lap and kissed him with heartfelt passion. For a moment, Mr. Liftcox considered divorcing Nickie and marrying Timmy. After all, the boy had two more sissyboy years left in him than the 11-year-old Nickie. Though Timmy was sort of a "sleeparound" and his Nickie was sweet and true to only Mr. Liftcox. "I know you have to go now, Mr. Liftcox," Timmy said between kisses. "But I have a 3:30 p.m. `opening' if you want." Timmy punctuated the word "opening" with a wiggle of his hot little ass. Even though Mr. Liftcox felt a teeny twinge of cheater's guilt, they got together at 3:30. Four -- The Manor pool Nickie and Erin arrived at the pool and hung their panties on the pegs designated for such superfluous articles. Erin surveyed the situation. Hmmmm. No husbands were there during the summer days. But there were still ten or twelve men. Fathers of the boys -- using their vacation days very wisely. And older men. Two or three fathers of the husbands -- most of whom had taken early retirement so they could be at Newlywed Manor during the days while the boywives were there and their husbands weren't. And there was, of course, someone who was almost always at the pool or in the sissyboy spunk party room. Erin's Grampa, Will Shagmore. Mr. Shagmore wasn't alone. Terry Suckwell from 305 was on his pretty knees sucking Grampa's cock. And doing a fine job of it by all indications. Erin giggled. Grampa was such a horndog. Erin led a wide-eyed Nickie to adjoining lounge chairs and beckoned him to lounge. It was a mild, sunny day. The kind of day that it feels good to be naked in the sun. Nickie stared, a bit too openly at the sexual activity going on around them. "Mustn't stare, Nickie," Erin said. Then he changed the subject. "How does it feel to be totally smooth in your pubes and your `pussy?' And do you like having polished toe- and fingernails?" Nickie smiled. "It's awesome. Mr. Liftcox will love it all when he gets home tonight and fucks me. Thanks so much for everything." Erin closed his eyes and soaked up the sun. Nickie took Erin's lead until... "All that sweet, tender skin will be harmed if you don't take precautions, my dears." Nickie opened his eyes and saw Erin's naked Grampa holding what he first thought was a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant. In fact, it was the largest size available of suntan lotion. Grampa was old (60!!) but he was in good shape and kind of sexy to a boy who enjoyed mature virility. Nickie didn't know he liked mature virility. But his cock stiffened at the sight of Mr. Shagmore. So he must have. Mr. Shagmore was a sight indeed. His cock was enormous -- nine inches at least. And despite having just spunked hard into sweet Terry Suckwell from 305's hot, wet mouth, Mr. Shagmore's rammer was ready for more fun. Isn't it great to be living in the 21st Century? "Grampa's right, Nickie," Erin said. "If I were you, I'd let my Grampa rub that soothing suntan lotion all over your body. It's the best thing. Then maybe you'll want to thank Grampa for helping you. While you're doing that, I'm going over to see Mark from 208's daddy to get my lotion applied." And Erin left. Nickie was alone with a randy, rampant, monster-cocked sexagenarian with pederastic objectives. Perfect. Mr. Shagmore did an excellent job of applying lotion to every nook and cranny of Nickie's magnificent body. Which excited the boy terribly. Leaving him vulnerable to Mr. Shagmore's ardent kisses. And erotic persistence. Nickie had never fucked in public before. He and his husband were old-fashioned that way. The boy had never fucked with anyone but his sweet, trusting husband, who thought his new wife would never "betray" him. But he and Mr. Shagmore fucked that day. Hard. Wet. Stretching the elasticity of the finest pussy at Newlywed Manor. Mr. Shagmore applied Spermbutt hastily but adequately to Nickie's excellent pussy. Then he TOOK Nickie. On top of him. The boy on his back. Helpless, as the man lifted Nickie's legs and threw the calves over his shoulders. Mr. Shagmore put most of his weight on Nickie as he fucked him. Dominating the boy. Fucking him roughly and urgently for 17 glorious minutes. Then making him squeal in helpless surrender as he ejaculated joyously all over Mr. Shagmore's grey chest hairs. Nickie liked life at Newlywed Manor. Five -- The Return of the Husband Around 2 p.m., Nickie and Erin realized they were hungry. And their bottoms needed a rest. After Erin's Grampa gave Nickie a world-class shagging, he and Erin switched partners. Which meant that Nickie was royally roto-rootered by Mark from 208's Daddy and Erin and his Grampa... I'm blushing too much to tell you about the nasty incest of it all. The boys picked up their panties when they left the pool, but didn't put them on. Since their pretty bums were leaking gob's of man's cream. They were both walking stiffly from Grampa's ardent advances. And Mark from 208's Daddy was no "teeny peeny" either. Erin introduced Nickie to the Manor's coffee shop, a 24/7 establishment where you can get great food and a respite from fucking. A firm rule -- you don't fuck where you eat. The boys sat on cum-soak-up pads as they ate their burgers. "I would take you into the 20-hour-a-day sissyboy spunk party room, Nickie," Erin said, "but I think you'd better clean up and rest up for your husband." Nickie's face burned with shame. What had he done? And when could he do it again? His poor, sweet faithful husband! He would make it up to him. Starting that evening. But he had to ask, "Do a lot of the husbands take their wives to the sissyboy spunk party room?" Erin smiled. "They all do, honey. Every boywife likes to spend a quiet evening at home with his husband's cock in his ass. Once or twice a week, maybe. But why live here if you don't take advantage of the amenities?" Nickie gulped. What would it be like in there? All those men. Naked. Hunky. Taking turns fucking the poor, defenseless wives. Watching Mr. Liftcox fuck other wives - like Erin. What if Mr. Liftcox DEMANDED that Nickie go with him to a sissyboy spunk party five or six times a week? What if he didn't? Erin said, "Don't worry, sweetie. Your husband will take you to the parties. And you'll love them. Go get ready for him." The boys took the elevator to Nickie's condo. They kissed goodbye and Nickie entered the empty flat. Maid service was a big plus. Sheets changed. House cleaned. Deodorized. Fresh. Nickie took a long, hot shower, with particular attention to his pussy. He felt refreshed and almost virginal as he patted himself dry, powdered his beautiful skin, blew dry his moderately long hair and chose an outfit. Mr. Liftcox liked lingerie, so Nickie selected a white, silky, nearly diaphanous, balls-length nightie. He admired himself in the mirror for far too long, then set the stage for the Return of the Husband. Nickie laid a bottle of Spermbutt where it was clearly visible and accessible. Then he laid two fluffy pillows in the bed's center. The pretty young wife then laid his stomach on the pillows, which elevated and presented his asshole as a clear invitation to a spectacular fucking. All set. Then Nickie closed his eyes and dropped off to sleep in nanoseconds. Fucking is, as we know, fucking exhausting. Two hours later, Mr. Liftcox walked in the door, resisted saying, "Honey, I'm home," and sought out his bride. Where was he? Was the boy being a tramp with some of those codgers at the pool? Or [gasp] in the spunk-party room? If so, maybe it was OK that Mr. Liftcox had fucked Timmy Woodmaker again at 3:30. At which time the boy produced an ample serving of boy's cream. Mr. Liftcox opened the bedroom door and saw heaven! Nickie was asleep, but silently offering his husband the sweetest treat in the world! A loving boywife's exquisite asshole! Mr. Liftcox eagerly accepted the invitation. Stripping off to naked, then, rather than lubing and fucking right away, he made a delicious meal of his wife's asshole. Nickie stirred, then squealed and grunted appreciatively. By the time Mr. Liftcox had lubed, then entered his loving Nickie's bottomhole, both were convinced that there was no need to go to one of those spunk-party things. That night at least. Maybe tomorrow would be different. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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