Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:56:00 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboys in Love (gay adult-youth) Sissyboys in Love (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer NOTE: This is, in a way, a continuation of the first episode of "Sissyboy Spunk Party," wherein I introduced two lovely boys named Patrick and Hansel, had them fall in love, then abandoned them to their fictional fate and moved on. An observant (and persistent) reader pointed out the potential of continuing the love story of Patrick Dickson, the young, small-cocked, American beauty whose Daddy introduced him to the joys of Mr. Brandon Lovebum's Saturday night sissyboy spunk party, and Hansel Arschlieber, a large-dicked, blond Bavarian angel, who has taken up residence with the man he (and his other "roommates") call "Uncle Brandon." Brandon Lovebum's conceit is that, if all men are brothers, then all boys are their nephews. One -- Patrick Loves Hansel On the Tuesday afternoon three days after Patrick Dickson's very first sissyboy spunk party, he returned to the scene of the cum. The red-headed honey knocked on Mr. Brandon Lovebum's door that day because "Uncle Brandon," as the local sissyboys called him, had invited Patrick to a little gettogether he held for some of his pretty "nephews" who didn't want to spend their latchkey afterschool days watching "Saved by the Bell" reruns. When they could be happily spilling their (and Uncle Brandon's) spunk in a safe, loving environment. The biggest reason Patrick was there wasn't that Patrick had a crush on Uncle Brandon. Or any of the other boys he had met that sublime night. Except for one. Hansel Arschlieber. Patrick's Aryan Angel. Hansel was "visiting" Uncle Brandon from his home in Munich, Germany. It was Germany's huge loss -- especially to that country's balance of sissiness. That's how beautiful Hansel was. With longish, rich, blond hair, crystal-blue eyes and full, puffy lips. His body was slim, except for his bottom, which was plump and round. But the best part, the best part, was his cock. The boy was barely twelve years old and five-feet tall. But he had the cock of a man. At least seven inches when skinned and standing tall. Patrick hoped it would be standing tall that Tuesday. Most every male who saw Patrick erected pretty fiercely. The 11-year-old cockpleaser was scrumptiously beautiful. His delicious features were framed by a mane of curly, red hair. His body was slim -- but his bumcheeks were unusually vast for a lad his size. The boy's prick was barely three inches long, making the contrast between Patrick and the object of his lust, Hansel, even more stark. Their encounter had been brief at the sissyboy spunk party. Because of the party's rules: Keep moving. Change partners. No jealous knife fights. But Patrick felt a connection. A connection so strong that since he left the party, even while his Daddy was fucking him so nicely most of Sunday, Patrick was focused on Hansel. The connection had been a physical one. Hansel had fucked Patrick in his bumhole until Patrick was screaming for his mama. To add to the spice, Hansel had accepted a man's cock in his ass as he was fucking Patrick. So Hansel enjoyed the rare pleasure of giving as he got. Patrick wanted more than a physical connection to Hansel. He wanted the older, more hung boy to adore him. Patrick loved his Daddy! Adored the man. And gave his Daddy his body every weekend. But the love he was feeling for Hansel, that was different. Cynics may call it sissyboypuppylove. Patrick called it an ache in his heart, and in his balls, that wouldn't go away. It wasn't as if Patrick had been "without" since he left Hansel and the spunk party 54 hours earlier. Boys like Patrick were never without. Daddy had cum in Patrick's mouth and bum eight times from the time the party ended until he dropped Patrick off at school on Monday morning. Though Patrick lived with his Mom four nights a week and didn't see Daddy, Mom's many studly boyfriends and ex-boyfriends found ways to keep Patrick "cooled off" during the week. He wanted Hansel and that was that. So it was with a sense of hopeful dread that Patrick knocked on Uncle Brandon's door. Hoping that Hansel would be as burning hot for Patrick as Patrick was for Hansel. Uncle Brandon's butler, Jizzman answered. "Right this way, young sir," Jizzman said. "The master is expecting you." Patrick followed the butler into the study, or more properly, the "studdery," where the men met before Saturday's spunk party so they could undress and trash-talk each other about the sexual conquests to come. The "master" was indeed expecting Patrick. The randy ringmaster was already naked and erect. Which would normally have pleased Patrick very much. He wanted Hansel at that moment. And wasn't sure how to get him without upsetting Hansel's benefactor's Grand Plan. But Patrick had always been lucky. "Ah, Patrick," Uncle Brandon said. "It's delightful to see you again, my sweet darling. My cock is stiff because, like any sane man, the thought of you erects me instantly. If I could bottle you, I'd make a billion in ED pills. But I'm afraid you and I may not have `tickle time' today. It seems that you made quite an impression on one of my `nephews' on Saturday. The boy is smitten by you and had been extremely `persuasive' in the `inducements' he's given me to break my rules. He wants you all to himself this afternoon and then, with your approval, he wants to carry on a torrid little sissyboy love affair with you both here and elsewhere, for as long as you both shall want it. How does that sound?" Patrick's tiny heart fluttered wildly. Could it be? "Is it...Hansel, Uncle Brandon?" Uncle Brandon hesitated just long enough to tease Patrick, then said, "Of course it is, Honey. Now go see him in the third bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs." Huge, happy tears poured from Patrick's beautiful face. He rushed forward to hug Uncle Brandon. But then bolted and took two stairs at a time to rush to his Hansel! Patrick burst into the third bedroom on the right. And there was his Love! Naked! Standing next to his bed facing the door. Seven glorious inches standing skinned and proud. Patrick flung his clothes off and dove onto Hansel's arms. Oh the hungry kisses they exchanged as their naked bodies entwined rapturously. Hansel was as moved as Patrick was. Tears flowed from the Bavarian blond's blue eyes as he said, "Oh, Patrick, I was so afraid you wouldn't want me." It was comforting to Patrick that Hansel was just as big a lovestruck sissy as Patrick was. The German boy's movements and affectation were sissier than Patrick's. Hansel's huge cock was incongruous with the rest of his sissy self. As was the blond's eagerness to fuck Patrick's pretty ass that past Saturday night. But let's not stereotype. Having a big cock shouldn't exclude a pretty boy from being a panty-wearing, submissive, mincing sissyboy. Patrick found Hansel's big woodie to be delightful and wanted to get fully acquainted with it as soon as possible. While Hansel had fucked Patrick at the party and sucked the redhead's tiny prick, Patrick had never gotten the opportunity to suck Hansel's fine staff. Time to change all that. Patrick sank to his knees and began to kiss and fondle his lover's pole. The younger boy pulled back Hansel's foreskin to expose the pink, drooling knob. Delighting in Hansel's gasps of lust as Patrick laid soft, hot, butterfly kisses all over the tender love helmet. Patrick was about to enhance Hansel's delight by fingering his lover's boypussy when he heard, "Bed is better, Liebchen." Hansel could be so Germanically authoritative! Patrick loved that. So the young beauties adjourned to Hansel's double bed -- the site of many delicious encounters, but none more luscious than what was about to ensue. Hansel lay on his back and watched with lustful joy as Patrick knelt by his right hip. Patrick leaned forward and began to tease his lover's cock with soft kisses and careful caresses. Hansel whimpered and opened his legs, asking wordlessly for the anal stimulation that makes a good blowjob great. Patrick complied, entering his boyfriend with two skilled fingers. Reaching around a bit and finding... Hansel was moaning, so that must be the boy's prostate he was rubbing. Patrick massaged his Love's "little walnut" mercilessly as he licked and kissed and tongued Hansel's fat glans. Since Hansel hadn't been enrolled in school yet...and he was living with the randy Uncle Brandon and three "cousins:" Tran, Nick and Dickie...the boy's days were quite spunky. Patrick knew all that, so he wasn't expecting the Johnstown flood when Hansel shot his sperm. But love, true love, is a strange thing. Hansel's initial discharge into Patrick's pretty mouth bespoke of a boy long denied an orgasm. (Rather than one who had just 69ed with Tran an hour earlier.) It bespoke of roaring rivers and hot geysers. In short, it was more sperm than young Patrick had ever had in his mouth. He choked at first, but bravely persevered. Knowing that to swallow it all is the highest tribute. Still, the real savants leave a little in their mouths so that the lovers can experience the added delight of a cummy kiss afterwards. Patrick let the cock slide from his mouth and moved up to kiss Hansel's soft lips. Transferring just enough of Hansel's cum to make the tongue kiss fully erotic. Oh that was nice. And doubly so when Hansel returned his lover's kind favors. Though the mechanics of sucking a three-inch cock differ from its seven-inch big brother, Hansel did an amazingly good job. With excellent Spermbutt Anal Lubricanted fingers work in Patrick's asshole. Even better, when Patrick discharged in Hansel's mouth, Hansel set about fucking Patrick. Which had been pretty much all Patrick had been dreaming about since their first fuck. Patrick was on his back as Hansel entered him. Hansel wasn't as big as his 8-inch Daddy or the equally talented Uncle Brandon, but big enough to make Patrick scream. Patrick was a noisy fuck. Which delighted Hansel. Who was being "on top" for only the second time in his life. Since both boys had cum recently, it was a nice, long, sweet ride. Thirty-eight frantic minutes of tongue-kissing, grunting, moaning, squealing, squeaking and finally, loud sissy screams from both fucker and fuckee as they came together in one shuddering climax. When they reentered the earth's atmosphere, the boys pelted each other with "I love yous." And thus began the torrid little love affair that would one day end up in the Sissyboy Hall of Fame. Two -- Restructuring Well. Once Patrick and Hansel were officially "in love," some restructuring had to take place about things in general. Patrick couldn't just give up his Daddy and their hot, all-weekend love. And Hansel couldn't just give up his Uncle Brandon and the sweet life he and his "cousins," Tran, Nick and Dickie shared with the eight-inch-cocked, affable bear of an uncle. Plus there was that matter of the "arrangement" Uncle Brandon had made with Frau Arschlieber, Hansel's mother. Involving certain financial considerations with the mother in exchange for certain sexual considerations from the sissy son. Restructuring needed. As it turned out, Uncle Brandon was more accommodating than anyone could have imagined. The restructuring proved to be beneficial to all concerned. Patrick's mother was quite amenable to her son spending Monday through Thursday afternoons with his young lover. Partly because she was tired of Patrick wiggling his pretty little ass at her boyfriends. And partly because Uncle Brandon had made it well worth her while. Daddy was OK with sharing his bed on Friday and Sunday nights with not only Patrick, but the equally spectacular Hansel. On Saturdays, it was fun for all at the Lovebum sissyboy spunk party. Uncle Brandon even enrolled Hansel in Patrick's middle school. Why, other than the opportunity to spend lots of quality time with both Patrick and Hansel, was Uncle Brandon being so nice? The second Friday that Hansel was in Patrick's school, Patrick and Hansel walked from school to Patrick's mother's house. Hand in hand. Stopping every 20 feet or so to kiss and hug. Quite a sight. Judging by all the men along the school-to-home route who had decided to water their flowers and lawns at that time of day. At school, Patrick and Hansel toned it down a bit, though they were seen kissing and panty-fishing eight or nine times a day. They would meet at lunch time, of course, find a quiet spot, lower their panties, then seek and find bliss together. At Uncle Brandon's suggestion, the boys had been dressing sissier and sissier. Which, in the old days would have gotten them beaten up. These days, all it did was stiffen cocks. That Friday, they were wearing the tiniest shorts possible. So tiny that they barely covered their very low-cut boykini, or "boy-cut bikini," panties. The kind that the European boys, like Hansel, wear. The little manteasing garments were cut very low, just above where a thatch of pubic hair would eventually adorn the sissyboys' pretty things. But that wasn't the sissiest part. Patrick and Hansel were also wearing turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows and black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. Which positively SCREAMED, I'm a sissyboy and I want to suck your cock now! Uncle Brandon seemed to have a fetish for those shoes and socks. In fact, a week earlier, the man had taken Patrick and Hansel to his photo studio and taken lots of photos of the sweet boys wearing just turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows and black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. That was a little embarrassing. Especially when Uncle Brandon had them use some odd props for the pictures. But taking those pics got Uncle Brandon so excited that he fucked both of their little behinds good and proper that afternoon. So all was well. Patrick and Hansel stiffened cocks wherever they walked and it wasn't just the shoes and socks. Somehow, being together, kissing and giving off that air of being sexually in love, made them MUCH sexier to men than had they been separately. The only odd thing that day was when Patrick thought he heard one of the "gardeners" they passed that afternoon whisper to a man next to him, "See! I told you it was them. The ones on the poster. Jimmy and Timmy. Look at the shoes. The blond's dick is twice the size of the redhead's." Jimmy and Timmy? And how did they know the boys' cock sizes? Maybe Patrick just heard it wrong. Anyway, that wasn't important because Mom was taking Patrick and Hansel to Daddy's that evening for the weekend and she had promised to get them there an hour before Daddy got home from work. They would have a truly free hour, with no one in the house. So they could do whatever they wanted. And they wanted a lot. The boys said goodbye to Mrs. Dickson, then scooted into Daddy's house. Patrick locked the door and asked, "Can you wait until we get to my bedroom, or will you just RAPE me here?" "Bed is better," Hansel declared Germanically. So the randy lads raced up the stairs and stripped off their shorts and tops. Hansel was about to take his sissy shoes and ruffled socks off when Patrick stopped him. "There's something about us in these shoes and socks that makes men extra-horny. Let's leave them on for Daddy." Hansel agreed instantly and the two still-pantied boys fell into Patrick's bed. The boys kissed and tongued and went "panty-fishing" for each other's "pretties." As he fondled Hansel's cockknob, Patrick was startled yet again at the size and leakiness of his Love's penis. So much precum! And so much cock. Despite the growing heat in the room, he had to ask. "How big is your Daddy's cock, Hansel?" "Twenty-five centimeters. Nearly ten inches. Way bigger than my 18 centimeters [a bit over seven inches]." Holy bumstretcher! Ten inches! "How does that much cock feel, Hansel? In your bum, I mean." Hansel looked sad for the first time in Patrick's memory. "I don't know, Honey," Hansel sniffled. "My Daddy is a [choke] heterosexual [sob]." Hansel's Daddy never fucked him? How was that possible? The beast! Hansel shared more of the family shame. "Daddy cheated on Mama all the time. With women. Until Mama threw him out. But he wouldn't even touch us, no matter how much we wiggled our bums at him for a taste of his huge schwanstucker." Us? There were more like Hansel at home? "Who's `us?'" Patrick asked. "I have two brothers. Dieter, aged ten with a six-inch cock, and Wolfgang, aged eight with a five-incher. We inherited Daddy's big-cock gene, but not his hetero gene, thank goodness. Plus Daddy's good looks. Some say my brothers are prettier than I am." Patrick was stunned! Two smaller, prettier, younger versions of Hansel were in the world? Living in the wild? Hung and hungry for cock? Rather than say something that would seem inappropriate or make Hansel jealous, Patrick did the smart thing. The thing we should all do more often. He pulled Hansel's panties down and stuffed his mouth with cock, not words. Though the whole time he was fingering Hansel's bottomhole and licking his drooling knob, Patrick was wondering what it would be like to spend a weekend in bed with Hansel, Dieter and Wolfgang. Something that Hansel's insane Daddy could have had for the asking. Nevertheless, Patrick did a first-rate job kissing and licking Hansel's first-rate cock as he fingered the boy's pussy. He soon had the young blond beauty heaving his creamies and pledging his eternal love to Patrick. When the last drop of boy nectar had been swallowed, Patrick decided it was time for Patrick to tell Hansel about the slight change in plans for that evening. "Hansel, Honey," Patrick said after they swapped saliva and sperm in a long, loving kiss. "Do you like my Daddy?" "Oh yes, Liebchen. Herr Dickson is a very nice man. And very good with that eight-inch cock of his too. I enjoyed last weekend with you and him very much." "Daddy's the best. Except for you and me together, of course. I'm asking because I remember how difficult it was for Daddy to `service' the both of us for that whole weekend. And I was worried about his health." "Your kindness is another reason why I love you, Patrick. But what's your point." "Well. I sorta told Daddy he could bring a friend tonight. Someone who could help him fuck us. If it's OK with you." Hansel considered his response. "Whatever is OK with you is OK with me. Now get those panties off and sit on my face. I skipped lunch today to fuck you, so I'm hungry for a meal. I'm going to eat your `pussy' until you shoot your hot creamy juices." Do you see why Patrick loves Hansel? Three -- Meanwhile, Back at School Vice Principal Robert Erectus looked at his two disciplinary problems with a mixture of lust and admiration. Though he wasn't about to share either of those feelings with either of them, just yet. As Mr. Erectus suspected, this business of open gayness in the halls of his school -- this shameless kissing and fondling between Patrick and Hansel -- had put ideas into the pretty little heads of other sissyboys throughout the school. Several of them had decided to toss aside long-suppressed inhibitions and start consummating their sexual desires with the objects of their homosexual lust. Not that there was anything wrong with homosexual lust. Mr. Erectus was a great subscriber to its pleasures in his own right. But in his day, there was decorum. And rules-following. At least in public. So in the interest of the school's good order and discipline, Mr. Erectus had brought before him that very afternoon two of the worst offenders of the New Order of Things, 11-year-old sixth-grader Connor Teenypeeny and 13-year-old eighth-grader Eric Studmore. Connor and Eric stood before Mr. Erectus filled with trembling remorse. Not for what they had done -- they weren't ashamed of that at all. Like most kids, they were remorseful that they were being punished. By the meanest man in the school -- the vice principal! The man the kids called "The Enforcer!" "So," Mr. Erectus began. "You two were seen kissing outside of room 103 before first bell and then again between third and fourth periods in the second-floor locker room. Witnesses say that there were tongues involved and that Mr. Studmore was seen sliding his hand down the back of Mr. Teenypeeny's trousers. Grabbing his bare bottom as the two of you kissed. Is any of that true, you bad boys?" Connor and Eric winced at the accusations. It was all true of course. And, from his "bad boys" comment, The Enforcer had already decided that they were guilty. Small tears had begun to form in the corner of Connor's pretty eyes as he imagined the punishments to follow. At the very least, a severe spanking from Mr. Erectus. Followed by another when he got home. Detentions. Denial of food and water. Solitary confinement. And, of course, waterboarding to reveal the names of other sissyboys in the school. Mr. Erectus winced at Connor's tears. He hated when boys cried. And especially hated to see someone as blondly, blue-eyedly lovely as Connor cry. But then a hero emerged. "It was all my fault, Mr. Erectus!" Eric said. "I forced myself on Connor. I deserve all the punishment." Wow, Mr. Erectus thought. Eric pulled an "I'm Spartacus" on him. Eric must be completely in love with the little sissyboy. The loving way that Connor was looking at Eric for stepping in front of a bus for him had Mr. Erectus thinking that if he weren't there, Connor would be bending over and dropping his panties for Eric right then. The little creampuff would be wearing panties, of course. Not the older one. No. He fancies himself an alpha boy. And a heroic one too, as he'd just shown. Would Connor reciprocate for Eric's noble deed? Oh yes. "That's so, so sweet, Eric, but Mr. Erectus, I wanted Eric to kiss me. And feel my bum. Again and again. We're in love. We've been in love for three whole weeks, but we were afraid to show people until we saw Patrick and Hansel being so open about things." And the brazen little sissy leaned into Eric and put his arms around him. That Eric kid will get all he can handle from Connor, first chance they get, Mr. Erectus thought. "I see," Mr. Erectus said. "Well, I'm certainly not against young love. I can see that the two of you have that in abundance." Huh! What did The Enforcer just say? Connor and Eric thought they were about to hold hands walking into a fiery pit and Mr. Erectus says that he can see that they're in love? Wow! Maybe he would just release them and they could go somewhere and kiss and fondle each other's penises. Which they hadn't even gotten around to doing yet. Here comes the "but." "But boys, you can't just be kissing and groping out in open in the school. It's bad for discipline. You should find some other places to, uh, express your love." Eric stepped up on that one. "Yes, sir, Mr. Erectus. We'll control ourselves in school. Even though Connor is so sweet and beautiful. We'll find somewhere else to express our love." Almost out of the vice principal's office... Almost... "Well," Mr. Erectus said, "that's a very nice promise and I'm sure you mean it. But two things are wrong with it. First, you're right about Connor being so sweet and beautiful. If he was my boyfriend, I couldn't keep my mouth and hands off him either." Connor's penis stiffened at that. For reasons that he hardly understood. "Second," Mr. Erectus continued, "boys your age don't really have a place where they can go to make love. Proper love. Where you're both naked." Oh dear. Things were getting very warm in the office and Eric had erected as well. Mr. Erectus walked to his office door and locked it, saying as he moved, "As I said, I believe in young love. If you boys need a place to take care of your needs, tell me and you can use my office. I'll supervise your lovemaking, of course, so that no one gets hurt. And you can't get fully naked on school grounds, but go right ahead and strip to your underwear if you wish. I can see that both of your penises are quite stiff, so you won't need much more convincing. Go ahead. Don't mind me." Well... That was a startling development. And, to two stiff-cocked randies, an amazingly delicious turn of events. Connor looked wary of undressing in front of Mr. Erectus. But it was only to his underwear. And he and Eric would only be kissing. Plus, his four-inch "thingie" was throbbing with need for Eric. Eric, having seen the world for two years more than Connor had, was in no mood to look a donated equine in its oral cavity. He was down to his boxers and tshirt in 14 nanoseconds. Connor took a bit more time stripping to his tiny, lilac, bikini panties. He wore no tshirt. So his outsized nipples were on display for the first time to his lover, Eric. And to Mr. Erectus, of course. Eric was dizzy with lust. He stepped forward and, heedless of his pederastic audience, took Connor into his strong arms and barraged him with tongue-drenched kisses. Rubbing his confined penis against Connor's rampant, teeny peeny. Oh the moans of lust that emanated from the lovers whose stars had just uncrossed. As their penises crossed. Both boys still had their underpants on, but the rubbing against each other's stiffies as they snogged was having major effects on their respiratory and cardio-vascular systems. Not to mention their reproductive systems. It was also terribly exciting to Mr. Erectus, whose presence both boys had almost forgotten in their lust. Connor felt something strange happening in his stomach region. Something thrillingly foreign to his life thus far. Making him begin to emit tiny squeaks as Eric rubbed Connor's bumcheeks and rubbed the younger boy's cock against his own. And then... Connor squealed in rapture as he filled his pretty panties with the first creamy emission of his beautiful life. Oh! Eric kissed Connor all through the young beauty's love spasms, then stopped to deliver his own baby-juice drenching of his overmatched boxer shorts. It was a good 9.5 on the Eros scale. Mr. Erectus could barely resist ripping off his own clothes and joining in the sexual fracas. But he was the grownup. And he had a plan. "Young love [sigh]" was how Mr. Erectus reopened the conversation, once the sweet lads had recovered a bit of their self-control. "I'm so happy I could help move yours along. But I'm afraid you're dripping your boy's cream onto my rug, and that's going to be a mess to clean up. Why don't you just give me your underwear and do something a bit more `tidy' together?" Connor and Eric looked at Mr. Erectus. Then at each other. The man was going to allow them to get totally naked -- on school grounds -- and keep doing sex things -- naked sex things -- together? Abandoning logic, the lads stripped and handed Mr. Erectus their com-sopped undies. Exposing their beautiful bodies to the gaze of the unprincipled principal. What a sight they were. The deliciously beautiful, virginal, but eager Connor. And the young stud who was in love with him. Showing the satyr all their boyish charms. And looking to him to help them define "tidy" activities. "Perhaps," Mr. Erectus said, "you could clean off each other's pubic regions with your mouths. And then, if you're going to do that messy thing again, you could swallow it, so it won't stain my rug -- which is school property." Connor looked at Eric, and then at Mr. Erectus. The man wanted Connor to suck his lover's cock, then swallow what came out? He had never! Kissing was one thing, but cocksucking? With an audience? Still. He did love Eric. Eric had stood up for Connor. And Eric was giving him a look that said, "I really wish you would get on your knees and suck my cock, then let me shoot my cream in your mouth." You know the look. The only things that Connor knew about cocksucking (from the Internet, of course) were that the best blowjobs were delivered from the knees and that it was really about licking more than sucking or blowing. Two basic, universal truths. Connor kissed Eric deeply, then sank to his knees to consider his prize. Eric's cock was half-stiff and still dripping and drooling sperm. Connor gave the knob a tentative lick. Eric moaned appreciatively. Which was so cool! The taste was OK, but the reactions of his lover made Connor eager to continue as Eric's rammer gradually stiffened. Meanwhile, Mr. Erectus was sitting behind his desk, watching the thrilling proceedings. The man's pants were down and his stiff cock was fully exposed. Mr. Erectus was rubbing Connor's cum-drenched panties all around his fully skinned cock knob. Enjoying the rapturous feelings that the boy's silky treasures, lubricated with the fruits of his first orgasm, brought to his penile nerve endings and, more importantly, to his brain. Nature had gone a long way in achieving Connor's love education. The boy's fellatric efforts were unskilled, but effective. And much appreciated by his lover Eric. So much so that the older boy found himself not only fully restiffened, but approaching a very potent orgasm. Which was why Eric asked Connor to stop cocksucking and get off his knees. Connor was crestfallen. "Wasn't I doing it right, Eric? Didn't you like it?" Eric hugged his darling and said, "You were awesome and I love you so much! But we can't stay here in this safe place, where we can be naked together, forever. So I want to fuck you when I can." Connor felt a frozen icepick in his gut. Eric wanted to FUCK him?!?!? Right in Mr. Erectus's office? While the naughty man was rubbing Connor's cream-soaked panties all over his big cock? Connor knew that boys fucked. He wanted to give himself to Eric; he really did. But fucking hurt! Didn't it?" Still, Eric was his hero. Offering to take the blame so that no harm would come to Connor. So Connor's ass was rightfully Eric's. It's the Code of the West. And the other directions too. Plus, Eric said, "I won't hurt you when I put my cock in your bottom, Baby." And no one would ever lie to someone he wanted to fuck about that. Would he? Eric took Connor by the hand and led him to the vice principal's conference table. "Lie on your back, Baby, while I find some... Oh, thank you, Mr. Erectus." The man, who was delighted by the turn of events, had produced a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant (The Sissyboy's Friend) and handed it to Eric. "You're welcome, young man. If I might suggest, try some foreplay first to build up heat and anticipation. That sperm still on Connor's penis looks quite delicious, as do his fine, puffy nipples. But it's your call. Oh, and a tongue up his bum before you stretch and lubricate him with your fingers will make the young lovely yours forever. Just a suggestion." Great ideas all, Eric thought. Then he set out to implement them. Connor was lying on the table on his back as Eric began to lick off the sperm from Connor's pretty cocklet and pink, wrinkled "sissy purse." Oh! That was nice!! No wonder Eric enjoyed it so much when Connor was "doing" Eric. It seemed to Connor that Eric was a bit better at cocksucking than Connor had been. Had Eric sucked cock before? No way. Connor dismissed the notion. But what do you think? Anyway, Eric sucked his lover's cock so nicely that the sweet boy was soon cumming in Eric's mouth. Squealing and squirting! A muffled cry from the direction of Mr. Erectus's desk told the boys that the man had just mixed his sperm into a pair of panties with that of the boy who was about to lose his virginity. Eric skillfully swallowed all of his Love's spermies, except for a "strategic reserve," which made Connor wonder anew whether he was Eric's "first." But in the end, what did it matter? The older boy then released half of the sperm he had retained in his mouth onto each of Connor's big nipples and proceeded to give Connor the kind of "titty-licking" that even the best sissyboys only dream of. Then, according to Mr. Erectus's "suggestions," Eric pulled up a chair, sat, got into optimum position, and began to lick and devour Connor's luscious asshole as the boy cried and whimpered and, finally, spunked for the third time that glorious afternoon. Eric would attend to that "cleanup duty" momentarily. But first, he lubed up three fingers with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then slid the middle one into Connor's ultra-tight pussyhole. The boy gasped at the invasion. It wasn't unpleasant. Just different. Then Eric slid in a second finger. And a third. Giving Connor a moment to get used to his new friends. OK. Time to make things sing. Eric's fingers found Connor's prostate at the exact moment that his mouth capped his Love's cockhead. Cowabunga. Bazinga. Connor really liked that. Really. So much that the boy's fourth orgasm of the day may have produced only a watery dribble, but its tremors were felt on a seismograph in Lithuania. OK. Connor's time had come. Eric stood at the foot of the table, slid his lover's calves onto Eric's shoulders, put his peehole at the entrance to Utopia, and shoved his hips forward. In. He was in. The knob and two inches of shaft. Connor groaned, but not from pain. He was being fucked. By the boy he loved. Oh! The rest of Eric's shaft! Still far more pleasure than pain. Eric stopped. Enjoying the sensations of full entry. Letting Connor get used to his new BEST friend. Connor bit his lip. Knowing that the "in-and-out" would be next. Feeling the strangest sensation as Eric's cock rubbed against that something deep inside Connor that Eric's fingers had rubbed before. Connor waited eagerly for the friction on that "place." Why was Eric not moving? Connor opened his eyes. Mr. Erectus was behind Eric. He had slid his Spermbutt Anal Lubricanted fingers inside Eric's bumhole! Rubbing Eric's "special place" the way Eric had rubbed Connor's. Eric groaned for a good minute, then remembered the delightful task at hand. The older boy was a bit disappointed when Mr. Erectus removed his fingers from his bumhole. But fucking Connor was fantas... Oh! Mr. Erectus had slid his cock into Eric's asshole!!! As Eric was fucking Connor! It was so rude! Yet... So awesome!! As teammates must, in order to achieve a common goal, Connor, Eric and Mr. Erectus worked together to the benefit of all. Eric's burden was the greatest, of course, but he took it...and gave it...like a trouper. A threeway that should have lasted much longer had the trio not been so aroused by each other. Sperm entered Connor's pussy at roughly the same time it entered Eric's. Much to the delight of Connor and Mr. Erectus. But to the double delight of Eric. It seems that a very nice, enduring friendship was formed that afternoon, although Connor did lose something very important to him. His favorite panties. Mr. Erectus insisted on keeping them as a trophy. That virginity thing was just a nuisance, so Connor didn't mind losing that at all. Four -- Four Patrick and Hansel were so involved in their kissing and post-69 finger-fucking that they scarcely heard Daddy and his "friend" enter the room. The two naked (except for sissy shoes and socks) lovelies stopped only when Daddy uttered a loud, "Ahem!" Patrick and Hansel liked men, but were fine with just each other. So it was with mild annoyance that they broke their kiss in order to greet Daddy Dickson and his "friend." Hansel opened his eyes first and was mildly surprised to see Mr. Dickson with a man of about 60 years. Handsome and fit, but older than Hansel would have imagined. Patrick opened his eyes, focused on the two men, and SCREAMED! It was Grandpa Dickson!!! Daddy's Daddy!!!! Daddy brought Grandpa to help him fuck Patrick and Hansel all weekend!?!?!?! Hansel didn't get it, until Daddy explained. "Sorry to surprise you like this, sweeties, but my Dad wanted to surprise Patrick." "Yeah, pal," Grandpa said. "I was so proud of you when I saw you and blondie here on that poster. I called your Dad and asked when I could fuck you both. I should have known you were giving it up to men. You always were the prettiest boy I ever met. But your Daddy's been monopolizing you and keeping your sweet pussy away from me. Until I saw the poster and I figured you weren't a secret any more." Patrick was trembling in confusion. Hansel was concerned for his lover, but had to ask, "What poster?" Daddy looked at Grandpa, then at the boys. "You two are apparently the last to know. Your Uncle Brandon couldn't resist a chance to make a buck. So he's making millions. Though he's sharing it, one-third to each of you and one-third to him. "Those pictures he took of you naked, wearing only those shoes and socks -- the same ones you're wearing now -- he made one of the pictures into a poster that's selling like wildfire." What? Patrick and Hansel looked at each other in amazement. Daddy elaborated. "Remember those big lollipops he had you hold in that one picture?" Patrick and Hansel nodded. "Well, he made it into a full-length, full-color, huge, 24 inches by 36 inches poster of the two of you, naked except for those shoes and socks. You're both as erect as I've ever seen you and you're smiling at the camera as you lick your lollipops. Uncle Brandon titled, it `All-Day Suckers' in the headline, then `signed' it `Love, Jimmy and Timmy' in the bottom right. See, it's a play on words, because you could call the lollipops `all-day suckers' or your two very erect cocks `all-day suckers,' or maybe it's `Jimmy and Timmy' who are the all-day suckers. Anyway, if he tried to just sell it on the Internet, it would have been pirated in microseconds. But a poster is huge. A poster is something a man, or a million men, puts up in his room and strokes himself until he cums. Again and again. Dreaming about the two of you. You're famous!" Patrick and Hansel looked at each other in disbelieving awe. They were famous! Men around the world would be shooting their cream thinking of them! Awesome! "And that's not all," Daddy added. "Uncle Brandon is publishing a new poster next week that shows the two of you, naked, except for those shoes and socks, facing away from the camera, but looking back over your shoulders and smiling. Both of your bums had been well-creamed and they're drooling massive sperm." Patrick blushed. Uncle Brandon took that one right after Hansel had fucked Patrick as Uncle Brandon was fucking Hansel. "The title of that one will be `All-Day Fuckers' and it should be an even bigger hit. Not to mention all the pics he took of you two at last Saturday's sissyboy spunk party at his house. He has one adorable one of the two of you cuddling as you slept. Both of your faces are glazed with sperm -- cum is drooling from both your pretty bums -- and you've made a lake of boy's cream around both your belly buttons." It appeared that the boys' fame would last longer than 15 minutes. Grandpa decided that there's been enough talk. "Hansel, you're an amazingly beautiful angel, and I'll fuck you later. But my grandson is the most beautiful boy on earth and I'm going to fuck him right now." True to his word, Grandpa stripped naked to display quite a nice body for a sexy sexagenarian. He held out his hand to Patrick. The boy took it eagerly and, after leaving a loving smile with Hansel, followed his Grandpa to the other bedroom. Grandpa closed the door and they were alone. Nakedly alone. Grandpa looked at his gorgeous grandson and said, "You are the eighth wonder of the world, Patty. [only Grandpa was allowed to call Patrick that.] And your friend Blondie is the ninth. Don't you worry about your grandfather being able to keep you boys happy this weekend. I brought a whole bucket of Viagra and I'll take it all if I have to. But looking at you should be all I need to get myself `up' for fucking you properly. "Still, I did bring some things that might be fun. You're beautiful naked, in those shoes and socks, but I've had my own fantasies about fucking you -- and it wasn't with you wearing those. How about a nice bath together so I can have you all fresh and new?" Anything where he could be naked with Grandpa sounded good to Patrick. So they walked to the bathroom, where Grandpa leaned over and began to fill the large, circular tub with warm water. Giving Patrick a nice view of the man's tight, wrinkled, grey-hairy bumhole in the process. Which excited Patrick for reasons he could barely understand. With the tub filling, Grandpa had Patrick sit on the toilet as Grandpa slowly, lovingly removed each sissy shoe and sissy sock from Patrick's cute feet. Grandpa seemed extra aroused when he saw Grandpa's pretty toes and he made Patrick gasp with arousal when he kissed each perfect digit. Grandpa then arose, stood Patrick up and sat on the toilet. Drawing Patrick to his lap for world-class kisses. With lots of tongue. Oh, how Grandpa had dreamed of this moment. But had hesitated. Respecting his son's wishes about Patrick's choice of cocks. Daddy knew best. Though Grandpa was hopeful that Daddy would remember the fun times he and Grandpa had had when Daddy was growing up and, in gratitude, finally cut Grandpa in on the action. Actually, it was Daddy's fear of sexual exhaustion, plus his need to have a co-fucker less virile than himself that led to his selection of Grandpa as his assistant boyfucker for that weekend. But what did it matter? The game was on. And Patrick was holding winning cards. Plus his grandfather's penis. Oh, Grandpa, what a big cock you have! It was only six inches when it was drooping, but by Patrick's experienced judgment, it was erectly nine inches! Bigger and thicker than Daddy's! The better to fuck you with, my dear. Oh, Grandpa, what thick, callused fingers you have in my bumhole! The better to massage your "sissy place,” my dear. Grandpa's prostate massage and incestuous kisses had Patrick gasping with lust. And the thought of taking that XXXL cock up his bum had him trembling with erotic fear. Grandpa was a very skilled lover. His neck kisses, followed by nipple kisses had the young beauty in a dither. And then he stopped! "The tub's full, Patty. Let's get in." Old man and young boy slid into the tub and felt its warm glow. Matched only by the warm glow of their carnal caresses in between soapy washcloths doing their cleansing tasks. Was Patrick falling in love with his Grandpa? Just as he had with Hansel? And Uncle Brandon? And Daddy? Patrick had a huge capacity for love. He would need a huge capacity when Grandpa's cock inevitably entered his bum. Despite 30 minutes of exquisitely erotic delight in the tub, neither lover had spermed. Time to correct that. The two dried each other with enormous, fluffy towels, then adjourned to the bedroom, where Grandpa produced two items from a dresser drawer. The first was very familiar to Patrick (and every sissyboy). A "family-size" bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. The second was unfamiliar to Patrick, but a treasured relic to Grandpa. "Your Daddy used to wear this when he wanted me to fuck him extra hot and hard. And it always worked. I always dreamed of seeing you in it and fucking you hot and hard. Will you wear it for me?" Patrick gasped. Grandpa and Daddy used to do "the nasty?" Daddy was a sissyboy? Wow! Would Patrick's three-inch jewel get as big as Grandpa's and Daddy's some day? Questions for another moment. The question at hand was whether Patrick would wear the item Grandpa was offering him. It was a lilac, babydoll nightie. So sheer as to be almost invisible. So short as to expose every one of Patrick's seven pubic hairs and his wrinkled "pink purse.” Patrick didn't like girlie stuff all that much. Except for panties, of course. But this was a family relic. And he did like being fucked hot and hard. Patrick reached out and took the garment from Grandpa. "Anything for you, Grandpa," Patrick said. Grandpa's face illuminated. He kissed his grandson, then watched him put on the outfit that had given Grandpa and Daddy so many good times twenty-plus years earlier. From Grandpa's reaction, Patrick could tell that Patrick looked better in it than Daddy ever had. Which was important to the competitive little creampuff, of course. Grandpa's reaction was to stand, consume Patrick with his body, and fling his grandson onto the bed -- on his back. Grandpa then dove his face and tongue into Patrick's pussyhole! Attacking it! Making Patrick scream in erotic surprise. Grandpa was an outstanding asseater. And his follow-up work with the fingers and the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant as he sucked Patrick's red, enflamed prick had the boy squealing, squirting and fully ready for Grandpa's cock in his bum. So why wasn't Grandpa fucking him? Why was he picking Patrick up and carrying him? Where were they going? "I know what you really want, Patty," Grandpa said. The two burst into Daddy's bedroom, where Hansel was on his back, taking Daddy's cock in long, heaving thrusts. Squealing his way to his own monster orgasm as Daddy grunted toward his. So neither noticed significantly when Patrick and Grandpa entered the room. Or even when Grandpa laid Patrick beside Hansel so that the boys were touching. Patrick noticed. He also noticed that Hansel was wearing a babydoll almost identical to the one Patrick was wearing. Patrick also noticed when Grandpa plunged his fat cock into him. His squeal of lust got Hansel and Daddy's attention. Hansel leaned his head over to Patrick for a kiss. Patrick grabbed Hansel's fat cock and stroked it sweetly. Hansel responded in kind. The boys kissed and stroked as their men fucked them. Sissyboys in love. With each other. And their men. Sissyboys in love. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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