Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 14:48:50 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys 10 Try Boys 10 By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Room Eric Leapsperm closed his front door behind him and trembled at the prospect of what lay before him at 6 p.m. that Friday evening. An entire weekend with his imaginary darlings in his secure place. A cum-drenched weekend of forbidden pleasures -- which are always the best kind, aren't they? Eric's pleasures were all of the forbidden variety those days. What he loved...whom he loved...could never be expressed out loud. Because Eric...[gasp!] loved boys!! Young boys! Young, sweet, tender boys with pretty faces and bums a man could lose his cock in and never return. Even though the world had been changing of late, what with the "Try Boys" movement in the news every day, Eric could still never reveal his secret passion. He just knew that if he did, he'd be scorned and reviled. So Eric had The Room. The master bedroom in his three-bedroom house could only be entered by Eric. It could only ne opened with his thumbprint. Expensive precautions to be sure. Even more expensive was the equipment Eric had purchased in order to "decorate" The Room. But well worth it. The 32-year-old accountant lived for his moments in The Room. A place where his vivid fantasies almost came true. But not quite. [Sigh] Eric touched his thumb to the security pad and the door clicked open. The windows, which had been reinforced with impenetrable glass and ultra-dark shades sealed Eric from the outside world. As did the door, which he locked behind him. Eric had a well-stocked refrigerator in The Room, as well as an en suite bathroom. So he could easily spend a week there without emerging. The bed was large, and made up with clean sheets, which Eric freshened every day. Eric stripped naked, not looking at the walls quite yet. Waiting to get himself situated first. Before going to work that morning, he'd placed fresh towels and two bottles of Slickyboy masturbation cream within close reach. He fluffed up his pillows, lay back and thought about, but didn't look at the wall directly in front of him. Eric's bedroom walls were adorned with his favorite pictures from his favorite magazine -- Sissy Boy, of course. The thousands he had spent on sophisticated equipment that blew the pictures up to 40x50 posters were a pittance when measured against the pleasure they engendered. Oh, the pleasure. Safe pleasure. Not the terror-filled kind Eric would have with an actual boy. Eric touched his cock, feeling good again that he had been given such a nice, big asset. And that his parents had kept it intact rather that slicing the foreskin off when he was too young to protest. He squirted a nice dollop of Slickyboy onto his right palm, then rubbed it onto his exposed knob. Mmmm. Time to look at the wall. Oh my! A 40x50-inch poster featured a perfect, ten-year-old beauty resting his cheek against a lake of cum that had formed around an unseen man's hairy belly. The man's large cockhead was drooling sperm, obviously in tribute to the boy's limitless charms and eager cocksucking. The boy's huge, liquid eyes were looking at the camera (and Eric) and the caption, custom-made by Eric, said, "Daddy's going to fuck me after I get him hard again, Mr. Leapsperm. But then I'm all yours for the night." Oh. That was a good caption, Eric thought. Far better than anything Sissy Boy ever wrote. Writing captions for Sissy Boy was his dream job, but that would be far too public for Eric. The boy in the poster was the perfect mixture of four parts sweet, innocent angel and one part slutboy. Phenomenally beautiful. And quite comfortable with his cheek in a pool of paternal sperm. Eric looked to the left and saw an angel on all fours, his perfect bottomhole pointed at Eric. The door to paradise had been well lubed and apparently "eaten out" by a very lucky man. The boy was looking back at the camera with tears of lust and fear in his eyes and he said, "You can put into me now, Mr. Leapsperm. But remember, you promised I wouldn't get pregnant!" Eric's cock twitched as he looked at the boy's dangling little pretties and impossibly exquisite ass. He was eager to fuck, yet scared for his life and so innocent, he thought sissyboys could get pregnant. Which made Eric's balls signal that they were already getting a bit too eager to shoot their treasure. Pleasure delayed is pleasure enhanced -- a basic rule of fine masturbation. So Eric took his hand off his cock for a moment and looked to the right. Wow. Another gem. A blond, curly-headed, naked, 10-year-old candidate for Miss Sissy Boy 2010 was standing, facing the camera. His flat belly was drenched with his boy's cream, some of which was still drooling from his dwindling penis. With a dazzling smile at the camera, he was saying, "I love you so much, Mr. Leapsperm, that all you have to do is look at me and I spurt." So beautiful!! Eric looked above the original cheek-in-cum shot and saw a stunning, naked boy on his back, knees up. Freshly fucked, the boy was oozing man's cream from his gaping "pussy" and his face had been fully frosted with virile juices. The boy's arms were extended in invitation and he was saying, "Kiss me, Mr. Leapsperm. Nobody makes me as happy as you do!" And that was that for Eric Leapsperm. Though he had stopped stroking his cock, the stimulation was too much. The man cried out and shot his spunk in thick ropes in tribute to the boys he loved, but would never have. Or so he thought. Two -- Reaching out Saturday morning sunlight peeked around the blinds of The Room as Eric awoke and looked into the eyes of the prettiest boy he had ever seen. The boy was naked, fiercely erect and clutching a teddy bear as cutely as humanly possible. "Let's go back to bed, Mr. Leapsperm," the boy said. Which sent a shiver through Eric's groin. And stiffened his exhausted cock yet again. Sadly, the sweet beauty was just another fantasy encased within a 40x50 poster. Reality, with all its risks and rewards, was still largely the undiscovered country to Eric Leapsperm. Which was especially sad because right next door that early Saturday morning, had Eric looked, he could have seen reality at its glorious best. When Eric's 10-year-old, next-door neighbor, Corey Jalebate, heard a car door slam in his driveway, he knew his 12-year-old brother Kelly was home. Corey idolized Kelly and why not? Kelly was the very symbol of the new, liberated, Try Boys era. Openly sissified. Impossibly beautiful. Adored by every man he met. With a Mom and Dad who were proud of their older son -- encouraging him to date men -- on overnight sleepovers (though Kelly told his younger brother they were really cumovers). Kelly came in through the kitchen door with a broad, happy smile, though he looked as if he had been run over by a truck. His panties were AWOL and he was naked below the waist. His bottom was beet red and globs of cum were drooling from his pretty hole. His teeny weeny was drooping and dripping cum and his privates were saturated with dried sticky cream. His face was covered with a fresh load of goo. It looked as if he had had a spectacular date with his junior high school principal, Mr. Osgood Conklin. Mom and Daddy smiled and kissed Kelly. "Tell us everything, Honey," Mom said. "This should be interesting." Kelly smiled. He took a glass of orange juice and some toast, but his bottom was too sore to sit. He began. "Mr. Conklin was fantastic. He fucked me practically all evening and off and on throughout the night. But things got really interesting this morning. He woke me at six for round eight and made me cum twice. But then he couldn't get it up again. I sucked him, licked his balls and fingered his bottom, but he was dead. I don't know what possessed me, but I got mad. "'You call yourself a man?' I said to him. `You're a limp-dicked little weasel who can't even fuck a sissyboy properly.' Eight rounds of pootie is a lot and he was terrific for every one of them, but for some reason, I just felt like giving him a difficult time. "I kept it up, prancing around the bedroom, naked my little, sissyboy meat swinging, and he just stared at me. Then it happened. He snapped. "It was glorious. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over to a hard chair. He sat and pulled me across his knees, bottom up. Exposing my poor backside. Then he began to beat my bottom with his hand. Hard. He was an ANIMAL! I never came so hard in my life. Then I came again a minute later. I begged him to fuck me and he had his biggest, strongest stiffie of the night. He threw me onto the floor on my stomach and without preliminary, mounted me. My bottom was flaming and sore and he fucked me like a wildman. I came so hard that I fainted. "When I awoke, he was grunting and filling me with about a gallon of cum. His eyes were wide and wild. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Oh, my. I'm rock hard just talking about it." So was Corey. So was Daddy. And Mom was squirming and sloshing a little in her chair. "Mr. Conklin fucked me again a little while later. Then he drove me home and I blew him in the driveway and took his big load in my face. We're going out again next weekend. Isn't it wonderful?" Young Corey was in major, sissyboy-arousal distress, but Mom acted first. She stood and said to Daddy, "It's good to hear that there are real men out there who know how to discipline. I don't think you're man enough to do anything like that to me." Then she got up, wiggled her beautiful little butt at Daddy, gave him half a smile and went upstairs. Daddy gulped. He looked at the boys. "Boys," Daddy said, "I know you both need a milking now, but Daddy has something important to do. Why don't you take a nice shower together and milk each other? I'll make it worth your while." Kelly was enjoying Daddy's arousal for Mom. "In what way, Daddy?" he said. Daddy cleared his throat. "I'll milk you for an hour any school night this week if you like." No fair! Protest! "What about me, Daddy?" Corey demanded. Daddy swallowed hard. "The next time you milk Daddy, you can lick your fingers." That was fantastic!!!! Daddy almost never let the boys lick his cum after they milked him. He always said the three of them milked each other just to "relieve the pressure" that guys feel. All perfectly normal stuff. "Deal," Corey managed to say, and Daddy was up the stairs in a flash. Kelly and Corey giggled and sneaked up to listen through their parents' door. Daddy was scolding Mom and spanking her hard. Mom was crying, but the boys could also hear her moaning the way she does when she cums. Oh, how Corey wanted to be Mom at that moment. Kelly grabbed Corey's hand and led him to the bathroom they shared. The sissies stripped naked and held each other closely. They rubbed our little stiffies together and kissed sweetly. Kelly turned the warm water on and they got into the shower. Corey washed Kelly with a cloth and soap and was very gentle with his still-red bottom. Corey had to rub a little to remove the sticky cum that covered Kelly from his neck to his knees, and he winced a little, but he thanked Corey with a warm kiss when he was done. They dried each other off with fluffy towels, then lay next to each other, giggling as they heard Daddy stop swatting Mom's bottom and begin to fuck her again and again. Kelly got up onto his right side and began to twiddle with Corey's foreskin as he tongue-kissed his younger brother. Mmmmm. Kelly kept it up until Corey shuddered and came all over Kelly's pretty fingers. The little tramp licked it off his fingers slowly, looking into Corey's eyes the whole time. Then he lay on his back and invited Corey to milk him. Corey gave Kelly a great wank and despite his previous hard work, when Corey kissed Kelly and slipped him the tongue, he whimpered and came all over Corey's soft hand. Corey licked it hungrily, then kissed Kelly again. Kelly got out of bed and got himself all sluttied up for an afternoon date with Mr. Hershey, who owned the candy store the boys used to go to as kids. Then he had an overnight date with Mr. Beasley, their postman. Both sweet men were very big, hard and spunky. Kelly was going to be hopping from one bed to the next. Corey kissed Kelly goodbye. He loved Kelly so. He was the best brother a sissyboy ever had. But Corey had to ask himself, when was his turn? Kelly had been dating men since he was nine...doing sleepovers since he was nine and a half...making boy's cream since his tenth birthday. Comparatively, Corey was a slow learner. Daddy had been milking Corey three or four times a day, of course. And there was lots of fun with Kelly when he was home. But Corey had never sucked a cock and had never been fucked! Even though he was ten years and two months old and had been spurting for almost three months! Daddy and Mom had asked him why, of course and he told them the truth: "I want my first man to be special." A phrase that he always delivered with a flirty eye batting at Daddy. Who gulped. And tented his pants every time he thought about sticking his cock into his younger son's virginal hole. Daddy, or more precisely Mom, had a strict feeling about incest. Medicinal milkings were OK, but oral and anal were out. How last century was that? So it appeared that Daddy being Corey's first was a non-starter. Which made Corey resolve, that very day, to find an alternative cherry-popper. That very morning, fate being fateful as he/she always is, Eric Leapsperm had decided that his balls were empty enough that he should do something other than wank for an hour or so. So he changed his sheets, put them into the laundry, took a shower, and exchanged a few of the wall posters for different objets de wank. A full-length poster of a naked 9-year-old on his back, asking, "Please, Mr. Leapsperm, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," had Eric considering a quick toss-off. But he decided to get a quick breath of air. Thought he'd drive to the supermarket. Get some groceries. And this week's issue of Sissy Boy. So he stepped outside onto his porch. Just in time to see Mr. Hershey pull his car into the Jalebates' driveway. And there was Kelly. Oh my! Kelly. Kelly was a cutie all right. Before he created The Room, Eric would pull his peter to thoughts of Kelly, who at that time must have been nine or ten. The boy must be twelve now. And quite spectacular. Kelly's back was to Eric. The boy was waving to Mr. Hershey and the man looked as if he had just seen the red bike under the tree on Christmas morning. Eric saw something way better. Kelly's bottom. The boy was wearing a very slutty outfit: tiny, cutoff jeans that exposed two-thirds of each of Kelly's plump, pink bottomcheeks. Were those pink panties Kelly was wearing? Why would be Kelly be going off alone with a man wearing an outfit like that? Oh. Kelly and Mr. Hershey were going on a date. The kind of a date he had seen in Sissy Boy. And in his dreams. The man was going to fuck Kelly and Kelly was going to beg for more and more cock. Just like Eric's dreams. And Eric, cowardly Eric, taking the safe road, would have none of it. But no. That Fate thing happened. Kelly got into the car and gave Mr. Hershey a big, tonguey kiss. Which removed the last scintilla of doubt and made Eric moan softly in arousal and disappointment. Corey, who was outside seeing his big brother off to his afternoon delight, heard the moan and turned to see its source. Mr. Leapsperm. Who had lived next door to them for as long as Corey remembered, yet had rarely been spotted by the Jalebate family. Who had often speculated among themselves that he was a recreational wanker. Though they really didn't believe that anyone could wank that much. Not a bad-looking man, Corey thought as he sized him up. Quite fit and handsome. It was a wonder he didn't have an active fornication life. The thought even flashed through Corey's hormone-bathed brain that Mr. Leapsperm and he might even enjoy some carnal moments together. Maybe Mr. Leapsperm was just the kind of man Eric was looking for. Tall. Buff. Handsome. Unencumbered by other relationships. Convenient, even. If they were to have a love affair, Corey could slip next door for a few screaming orgasms after school and be home for supper. During Corey's ruminations, Eric watched Adam and Mr. Hershey drive off. Eric sighed and entered full rationalization mode. Adam was an amazing beauty. And hot as the surface of the sun on the Fourth of July. But he was old. Nearly 13, by Eric's reckoning. And quite...how could Eric say it... "used." If only there were a boy as pretty as Adam, but younger. Say...ten years old. And a virgin. But eager for Eric to fuck him. If Eric could only meet someone like that, the ridiculously risk-averse man would take the big leap. At that very moment, Eric's eyes met Corey's. Lightning bolts jumped between the four pupils. Eric was everything Corey wanted. Corey was everything Eric wanted. Somehow they both knew it. Eric cleared his throat and, being the man, took the initiative. Sort of. "Hi," Eric said. "You're Corey, right? I'm sorry I haven't been a good neighbor. I've been kind of busy." Corey nodded. Nobody is too busy to meet his neighbors. For years. But Eric was handsome enough to be worth redemption. Plus, Corey could see that the man was substantially erect in his khakis. Was that all for Corey? Since it appeared to be growing, that was a big yes. A very big yes. "That's OK, Mr. Leapsperm," Corey responded. And awaited the man's next move. [Frantic next sentence planning by Eric's brain.] "Uh, Corey. What are you wearing for Halloween this week?" Not the best, but better than nothing. Corey smiled coquettishly and said, "I'm dressing as my sissyboy brother Adam. He's my idol." OK then. Even Eric couldn't mistake that declaration. [Gulp] "Corey, I don't believe you've ever been inside my house. Would you like to see it? I could make you a sandwich if you're hungry." Corey gave Eric his million-watt smile and said, "I'm not hungry...for food." And Corey joined Eric on the man's porch. Trembling softly, though he knew his time had come, Eric held his front door open and ushered Corey inside. Corey surprised Eric by going straight to the man's landline phone. He picked it up and began to dial. "I have to tell my parents I won't be home until morning." Eric practically wet his pants as he heard: "Mom, I'm staying at Mr. Leapsperm's tonight, OK? Mr. Leapsperm...our next-door neighbor. Right. Yes, Mom. I'm sure. And no sneaking over to take pictures of us doing it for the family album, like you did on Adam's first date, OK? Thanks, Mom. Love you too." Corey hung up. "Parents," he said. "Now what about that tour? Is that a bedroom over there?" Indeed it was. The only bedroom on the first floor. Corey walked smartly in that direction. A stunned Eric had only the wherewithal to triple-lock the door and windows and pull all the shades. So by the time he caught up with Corey in the bedroom, the boy had removed his pants, shirt, shoes and socks and was lying in the queen-sized bed in his lavender bikini panties. Panties!! With a pretty little tent in them. And a wet spot at the tip of the tentpole. Oh! As if that weren't enough to boil Eric's blood, Corey said the exact same thing that the nine-year-old doll in the poster in The Room said: "Please, Mr. Leapsperm, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," Eric groaned audibly. Had Corey been in The Room????? Has he been peeking through the always-closed blinds in The Room? No way. The reason Corey said he didn't want to be a virgin any more was that he didn't want to be a virgin any more. But, with such parents and a sluttyboy brother like Adam, how...? Seeing Eric's doubts, Corey said, "I really am a virgin, Mr. Leapsperm. Except for Daddy's kisses and `milkings.' And Adam's, of course. I've never even sucked a cock or had mine sucked. Or even had any fingers in my `pussy.' Mom and Daddy are very strict on that. No incest. With family members, we only have nice, hot, creamy milkings and tongue kisses." Eric shuddered with lust. Not only was he about to fuck his first boy. The boy was a) spectacularly gorgeous and b) virginal. Eric was clearly among those who overthink. Because two clear images assaulted his testicles (the new location of his brain). First, Eric saw a vision of the happy ending that he and Corey both wanted. The boy was naked, sleeping with contented exhaustion. He was lying on his right side, sucking his right thumb and clutching a teddy bear in his left arm. Corey's freshly-fucked bottom was oozing Eric's sperm. Oh! Oh! Second, Eric saw himself, more than 20 years earlier. Lying in his bed. Naked. Clutching his teddy bear. Though his bottom was unfucked and would remain so to that day. Twenty years and two months earlier, Eric and his lover, a forty-something neighbor named Karl, had celebrated Eric's 11th birthday with the full insertion of Karl's massive cock into Eric's tight, tiny, eager bottomhole. Eric had never been so happy in his life. Before or since. Until that moment of wild anticipation with Corey. It seemed that after a torrid, two-month love affair with Eric, for spiteful reasons unknown, one of Karl's earlier "boyfriends" had narced him out to the local gendarmes. Karl did twelve years of very hard time. Being a loving boy, Eric had never placed another man in danger by sharing his favors. And being a prudent man, he never risked Karl's fate by being with a boy. Of course, laws and attitudes had evolved over those 20 years. In the "Try Boys" era, the age of consent for girls remained at 18 (girls get pregnant), but for boys, it was reduced to age nine. Eric seemed to have been the only man on earth to have missed this happy development. He had, at one point, been desperate enough to "Try Women" until he became tired of the nagging, manipulation and emasculation and built "The Room." No need for The Room that lovely Saturday afternoon. A sweet, innocent, young beauty was half naked on Eric's bed. Whimpering to be fucked. Time to give the boy what he wanted. Slowly. Enjoying every step. First task was for Eric to show the boy an aroused man's hairy body. Did Corey gasp and moan when Eric stood before him naked and hugely rampant? Apparently he did. "Oh, Mr. Leapsperm," the boy choked out of his pretty mouth. "You're so beautiful. Better than I could have ever imagined or hoped for." Eric's cock leaked a quarter cup of pre-cum at those words. Coating his skinned knob with nature's anal lubricant. "Let me love you now, my perfect angel," Eric said dramatically as he sat bedside his pantied paramour. Corey parted his lips for a kiss, looking at Eric with eyes moist with lust. Eric leaned forward and touched his manly lips to the boy's own soft, red, pillows of love. And they kissed. Gently at first. Then more and more passionately. With tongues jousting as the heat built. Eric broke the kiss reluctantly, but he had to see what was under Corey's tented panties. Corey was eager to show him. Slowly, with evident admiration, Eric pulled Corey's panties up and over the boy's three gorgeous, stiff inches. Exposing the delicious triad of pricklet and dangly egglets. The most beautiful sight in Eric's life. Until Corey rolled over and showed Eric his bottom. Oh my! Corey knew he had a man-stupefying bottom. Daddy always got really stiff whenever Corey showed him his bum. Corey would always make a production out of showing Daddy his "things" before his thrice-daily milkings. Corey NEVER just pulled down his zipper and "whipped it out." He always teased Daddy with his body. Giving him blushy flirt-looks as he exposed his pretty bum, pore-by-pore. The poor over-teased man would be in quite a state, especially when Corey "accidentally" showed Daddy "pink." Poor Daddy, being a man, ached to immediately and fiercely shove his frantically aroused cock eight inches deep in his younger son's bowels. It was a miracle that he didn't. By the time Corey turned around and showed Daddy his stiff, achy peeny and dangling delights, they were always both in a state of high arousal. Ten days before Corey and Eric's "first date," Daddy began to seat Corey on his lap for his milkings. Even better, Daddy gave Corey a big stiff something to hold onto while Daddy performed the medically-necessary procedure. Of course they tongue-kissed as they stroked each other to the anteroom of paradise. But that was as far as Daddy would go. No matter how many times Corey would whisper into Daddy's ear as he stroked the man to a blaster of a cum, "You can put it inside me, Daddy. I want you to. And I'll never tell Mom." Poor Daddy. He would always groan at that point and shoot his sperm. But he never fucked poor Corey. Or sucked his little cock. Or even put his fingers into Corey's magnificent bumhole. A bumhole that Corey would admire every day in his full-length mirror. It was a gorgeous bumhole. Surrounded by deliciously beautiful bumcheeks. And it was Eric's good fortune that Corey's Daddy had left it all "intact." Like any normal man, the sight of the naked Corey, his bumhole practically verbalizing the words, "Fuck me!" had Eric in a very warm condition. But just climbing aboard and shoving it in seemed almost heretical for a true boylover like Eric. And unnecessary. They weren't in an alley, fearful of discovery. They were in Eric's house. Doors locked. Corey's parents in full compliance. The boy not expected home for 20 hours. But that bum needed immediate attention. Corey was lying on his stomach. Legs slightly parted. Offering a glimpse of the underside of his puerile balls. And a visual whiff of Corey's wrinkled anus. The boy was looking back over his left shoulder at Eric. Lustfullly fearful of the sexual fury about to be unleashed upon him. And eager for it to begin. It began. Eric leaned over and kissed Corey's left bumcheek. Then his right. Corey enjoyed it. But it was so mild. When was the good stu......... Wow!!!!!!! Corey squealed in surprise and delight as he felt a tongue in his bottomhole for the first time in his life. The man had his tongue in the hole where Corey pooped! Was there any truer declaration of admiration? For his part, Eric was thrilled. Thrilled to be tasting boy anus, instead of just fantasizing about it. Thrilled to be thrilling the delightful ten-year-old who was squealing and writhing under Eric's loving attentions. Eric dug his tongue into Corey's pussy as far as it would go. Licking hungrily. Then, oddly to the boy's reckoning, stopping when Corey's building reactions signaled an imminent orgasm. Why is the man stopping? Corey thought. Daddy rubs me harder when he knows I'm getting "close." Then he found out. Eric flipped Corey onto his back, slid two fingers into the boy's anal hole, then took Corey's cock tip into his mouth. Eric licked Corey's pretty knob as he found and tormented his prostate with two rude fingers. Two basic erotic delights that were completely new to Corey. It's amazing that the boy survived the ensuing orgasm. The boy felt his balls simulate nuclear fission. Oh, sweet agony for the boy!! A deep longing that began its full realization for the man. Eric's first taste of boy's cream. And a tasty sauce it was. Hot. Fresh. Thick and creamy. Wrenched from its previous owner's testicles in the midst of a primal scream. Then swallowed greedily by a man about to have a wonderful rest-of-his-life. When the last tingle of the last seizure had left Corey's body, he lay on his back, chest heaving. Eyes moist with love and wonder. What just happened? That was that thing that Mr. Leapsperm had rubbed "up there?" Was that the place Adam had told Corey about? The deep-inside place that felt so good when men's big cocks rubbed it? Adam hadn't described it well enough. Nor had he told Corey enough about what it felt like to get your cock sucked. It was clear that Corey would have to do more research. In Mr. Leapsperm's laboratory. Corey decided that his cocksucking research would begin with a nice, long licking of that big, hot thing protruding above Mr. Leapsperm's hairy balls. But he didn't move quickly enough. Eric had decided that Corey's nipples were too big and too puffy to just sit there unattended. Another new experience for Corey -- the man was kissing, licking and sucking on Corey's nipples the way Corey had seen Daddy doing for Mom those times when he spied on their lovemaking. Another very nice, new experience. That was three so far. Were many more to follow? Oh yes. After one of many Eric's many earlier flights of fantasy, the flight's pilot had decided to buy some Spermbutt anal lubricant. Just in case. And -- just in case -- sequester an ample portion of it in both nightstand drawers of the downstairs bedroom. Just in case. So, as Corey felt manly lips and tongue assaulting his nipples, he felt three thick, manly, Spermbutt-drenched fingers excavating his anus. Stretching it. Dilating and lubricating it. Which should precede penetrating it and fornicating it. The man was a rude beast! His fingers were TAKING what they wanted from inside Corey's bottomhole. Dominating the innocent young boy as the boy's prostate endured a digital ravishment! The nipple licking. The prostate "destruction." Oh! Oh! Corey was heaving out his sweet cream in thick, greasy ropes. And screaming as if he had been anally impaled by Excalibur. What a lovely, loving moment for both Eric and Corey. And soon to get lovelier and lovinger. Mr. Eric Leapsperm had been darned good to Master Corey Jalebate thus far. It was high time that he take a little something for himself. That little something being Corey's asshole. Which, though lubricated and dilated, was still not within federal guidelines for acceptance of an 8.2-inch, fat, veiny, thickly-foreskinned cock. It's a good thing federal regulators weren't present. Eric mounted the boy, who was on his back, knees spread and up, eager to be fucked. Had Corey known that a boy's first fuck can be...challenging...he may not have been so eager. Though he still would have wanted Mr. Leapsperm's cock in his ass. Corey was a sissyboy. Sissyboys are little cock hostesses. And the hostess's party was beginning to heat up. Eric got into position on top of the boy, lined his cock up with Corey's Sprembutt-drooling anus, and pushed. Hard and fast. Which is more merciful that the inch-at-a-time approach. And within two seconds, Eric was "in to the hairs." Eric congratulated himself for finally realizing his dream. He thought, hey, having my cock in a beautiful boy's hot bumhole is even better than I imagined. Though it was difficult to enjoy all of that rumination fully because Corey was screaming as if he were being axe-murdered. Had Eric screamed like that the first time Karl had fucked him? Probably. But then it became pure pleasure. Eric ignored Corey's sobs and wriggles to escape and continued fucking the boy tenderly. Covering Corey's mouth with his own until the boy calmed down and began to experience the full pleasure of a man's thick cock rubbing his prostate 30 times a minute. As Corey's little whimpers began to indicate pleasure and need, Eric increased the pace to 40 per minute. When Corey wrapped his legs around Eric's back, broke the kiss and squealed out, "MORE!" It was 75 strokes per minute. By the time Eric shot his incredibly large load into Corey's bum, they were both flop=sweaty and a bit feral. Corey doused Eric's stomach moments before Eric groaned and made Corey a full-fledged sissyboy! Corey felt the spermstorm drench his gastro-intestinal system and saw his future as a world-class sissyboy. Eric saw his own future as a world-class fucker of sissyboys. And they were both very happy indeed. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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