Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 12:13:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys 12 Try Boys 12 By Beautiful Creamer The Best of Times For 27-year-old Blake Bumrider, it seemed the worst of times. What was the point of working his ass off through college, only to get a job and lose it in the downturned economy? Soon after his layoff, Blake's fiancée Rita decided that love was nice and everything, but she wasn't marrying some unemployed loser. Rita had been right to leave him a year earlier, Blake decided. He was a loser. A loser who, despite Herculean efforts, hadn't found a job, and would soon run out of unemployment compensation. [Sigh] Coming home from yet another fruitless job interview, Blake decided to walk through his local park, sit on a bench and contemplate his future. However bleak it might be. Blake was bleak. Blake was on the bench woe-is-meing it up for five minutes or so when something disturbed his misery. Blake knew the park well, thus had selected a bench in a low-traffic area. Only one other bench was nearby. And very few passers-by reached that part of the park. So Blake was a bit miffed that someone would interrupt his gloom. Until he saw the gloombreakers. Oh my. Two young boys. Aged about 11. At least Blake thought they were boys. They were quite pretty and their hair was a bit lengthy for most boys. Plus, they didn't really move like boys. More like girls. But not quite. They were giggling too as they tossed a red ball back and forth. Did boys their age giggle? Despite himself, Blake watched the lovely lads. Thinking innocent thoughts about his carefree youth. Not prurient thoughts. Blake had vaguely noticed that over the past two years that some men, perverts, mostly, had begun "dating" boys. Fucking them more than likely. Openly! Which Blake would never do. Being hetero and all that. Plus, it wouldn't be right. What was the name of all that nonsense? "Try Boys" or something like that. And that dumb mantra: "Tired of the nagging, the manipulation and the emasculation? Try boys." What baloney. Still... Those two boys throwing the ball were awfully pretty. Blake wondered vaguely whether either of them had ever dated a man. Then dismissed the thought from his mind as ridiculous and evil. Just as he'd been taught in parochial school about "impure thoughts." They were a sin. Like "thought crime" in Orwell's "1984." Blake remembered that one must avoid the "occasion of sin." So he decided that he was going to leave the area, go home and... Wait... The boys had stopped playing ball and were sitting on the park bench opposite Blake. Giving Blake a better view of them. And their evident beauty. Very evident. The blond boy's lovely face was framed with soft curls. Like Rita's was on the few days she would make an effort to pretty herself for Blake. The blond and his equally gorgeous brunet friend were wearing only the skimpiest of shorts, showing evil-thought-producing amounts of leg. Tiny tee shirts and strappy sandals that showed their delicious toes. Hold it. Had Blake just characterized boys' toes as delicious? It was all the stress of the past year. Mushing up his brain. He wasn't attracted to the boys at all. Time to go. Huh? Oh, no! The two angelic demons were embracing! And then, [gasp] kissing!!! Deep, tongue-filled, wet kisses!! Openly! In public! Though the only audience was Blake. Who was quivering like a leaf in a hurricane. Two beautiful, openly gay boys were kissing right in front... Agggghhhh!!! Blondie had reached into Brunet's pants. His hand was in his friend's pants as they kissed. Brunet was gasping and moaning with pleasure as Blondie kissed him and, obviously, stroked Brunet's cock. Time to go. Feet, do your stuff. Move it. But Blake couldn't pull away as the situation "deteriorated" even further. Both boys had extracted each other's cocks from the other's pants. Beautiful little pricks breathing free air in public. Two tiny, boy penises, stiff and proud. Being stroked and caressed as Blake watched in horrified terror. The boys were lost in lust. Squeaking softly in lewd appreciation as each boy's lover adored his mouth and cock. Should Blake run? Of course. Run now! Go ahead! But no. Blake watched as first Blondie, then Brunet shot thick wads of their sperm and semen all over themselves and each other. Squealing in an agony of delight as their lust overtook them. It was the single most terrifying moment of Blake's life. Blake sat frozen as he watched the boys descend from Mount Orgasm. Kisses trailing off. Cocks softening. Sperm leaking sweetly from droopy heads. Then, another surprise... Blondie seemed to notice Blake for the first time. The young beauty recoiled in embarrassment. Which alerted Brunet to Blake's presence. Which scared Blake even more. Could he be arrested for watching underage boys kissing and masturbating to creamy climax? Would a policeman, if he (or she) walked by at that moment, believe Blake when he said he was an innocent peepstander? Blondie gave a squeak of surprise. Then tears filled his pretty eyes. Could the young lovelies be more afraid of Blake than he was of them? "Oh, Mister. We're so sorry. Max and I are so much in love. Sometimes we forget about everything around us. Please don't tell on us. Please!" Blake managed to choke out, "I would never rat you out. I was just surprised." That made the boys back off from the cliff a bit. Brunet let his breath out and said, "Oh, thank you, Mister. My name is Max Finebum and this is my best friend forever and ever, Holden Nutbutter. What's your name, Mister?" Blake thought that was a pretty fast recovery from mortal fear. But no way was Blake telling the boys anything about himself. He didn't care one thing about all that Try Boys nonsense either. He would just pick himself up and... "Blake. Blake Bumrider. Blake." Where did that come from. Blake hadn't intended to say anything. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Bumrider," Max said, smiling sweetly. Matched only by Holden's dazzling smile. Oh no. Blake's cock was stiff! Wrong, wrong, wrong!!! Blake was pretty sure that the boys noticed the man's pants tentage. Was he being seduced? Only if he let himself be seduced. And that wasn't happening. "You're nice, Mr. Bumrider," Holden said. "But we have a problem. Max, you got me so excited, we shot our boy's cream all over each other. We can't go home like this." "You're right," Max sobbed. "Our daddies will spank us. What will we do?" Holden turned on the waterworks too. "I don't want another spanking. I'm a good boy. Mostly. If only we could wash our clothes and dry them before we went home. In a washer and dryer. Where we could wash and dry them. Before we went home. So we wouldn't be spanked." Both boys looked at Blake with tear-filled eyes. Wondering whether Blake had gotten the hint. Blake noted that neither boy had made the least effort to cover up his drooling, cum-soaked cock. Was he being seduced? Only if he allowed himself to be. And he was allowing no such... "I have a washer and dryer. And I only live two blocks from here." Why was Blake saying stupid thing after stupid thing? Maybe because his cock was hard and his brain had been softened by the sight of Max and Holden. Regardless, Max and Holden were delighted with what Blake was saying. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Bumrider!" the squealing sissies chorused as they hugged Blake. And smeared their cum all over his pants and shirt. Neither boy, it seemed, had thought to tuck away his cock, or otherwise wipe up his boy's cream. So the CSI team that investigated Blake's growing list of felonies and near-felonies would have DNA to convict him. Not to mention all the people who, in the two-block walk to Blake's home, would see two boys and a man -- all covered with sperm -- walking purposefully toward further spermage. Was Blake ready to cut his losses? Listen to reason? Stop thinking with his cock? Of course not. Blake was a man. And two superlative sexual specimens were all but begging for Blake to inseminate all their orifices. Orifice insemination being the ultimate biological imperative, what man could resist? Not Blake. Blake did make one bow to grown-up common sense. "You're welcome, boys. I certainly wouldn't want two sweet, lovely boys like you being spanked merely for...uh...expressing your love. But, please, zip up before we walk to my place, OK?" Max blushed. Then looked at his circumcised cock and said, "You're right. I forgot it was out. You too, Holden. [Giggle]" Holden blushed too. And both lads regained a scintilla of modesty. Except for the big cumstains in incriminating places, one would have thought the boys were returning from the park. With their young uncle. Except for the cum stains. On all three of them. And the boys' insistence on gratefully holding Blake's hand as they walked. And the boys' insistence on swaying their delicious bums most suggestively as they walked. There was no route that would take them to Blake's without seeing anyone. Darn it. Blake gritted his teeth when he saw a group of six retired men playing chess and just chatting. They would see what was going on and call the police! Blake was sure of it! Too late to run. Maybe if he and the boys just went quietly by, the seniors wouldn't notice them. Fat chance of two pretty prickteasers like Max and Holden escaping notice anywhere. All six men stopped what they were doing to gaze at Max and Holden. With hardly a glance at Blake. Were Blake's eyes malfunctioning or did he see lumps in the old guys' pants? Just keep walking, Blake thought. But the boys, of course, gave the oldtimers million-watt smiles as they went by. And each young beauty held onto Blake's arm. Making no mistake that they were Blake's "property." At least for that moment in time. If Blake just kept walking, maybe the men wouldn't say anything. No way. "You hit the jackpot today, young fella," said Oldtimer #1. "Yeah. Don't injure yourself and drink plenty of fluids," chuckled Oldtimer #2. Which was followed by a round of good-natured, not derisive, guy chuckles. Was it true? Had Blake hit the jackpot? Was he no longer the loser he had made himself out to be? That hypothesis was sorely tested moments later, after Blake and his pretty entourage passed the old fellas and left the park, only to run smack into a patrolling POLICE CAR!!! The policeman stopped the car in front of Blake, Max and Holden. The cop got out of the car and was moving toward Blake. Blake was almost peeing his pants with fear. He hadn't committed any crimes yet, but he knew he'd be arrested for the crimes he appeared to have committed. And the further crimes he was obviously contemplating. At any moment, the officer would slam Blake onto the hood of the police car, cuff Blake, call him all sorts of a pervert, and take him to the slammer. But no. The cop was smiling. Tipping his cap to Blake and saying, "Well, it's somebody's lucky day! Enjoy yourself, guys. And sir, if you need help with that double duty of yours, just call 9-1-1 and ask for Officer O'Finnnegan. I'll be by to help you in a flash. Have a nice day, sir." It was official. The world had mutated while Blake was caught up in his own problems. It was clear to Blake as well, that he seemed to have hit the mother lode of the new world. Two delicious, sex-hungry boys eager to please Blake in every way. And instead of the world being disapproving of Blake, the world appeared to be, well, jealous of him. Blake picked up his step. Only one block to his home. The boys were clinging lovingly to each of the man's arms. Until Holden stopped the caravan and asked: "May I please have ten dollars, Mr. Bumrider? We need something in this bodega. I'll be right back." Warily, Blake gave Holden the money. What was that all about? No matter. Four minutes later, Holden emerged from the bodega carrying a medium-sized paper bag and sporting a nicely-tented pair of shorts. The three walked the last block very quickly. Inside, the boys assessed Blake's condo. Purchased when he was employed, through dangerously stretching his diminished budget. "Nice place, Mr. Bumrider," Max said. Holden agreed. It was true. At that particular moment of truth, Blake was still a bit clueless. Should he take the boys to his bedroom and then... "Where's your laundry room, Mr. Bumrider?" Holden asked. "We need to wash and dry our clothes." That snapped Blake back. Of course. Washing the clothes was the thin pretext that brought the three together in Blake's condo. Or was it a pretext? Maybe washing clothes was just washing clothes. And all of Blake's naughty notions had been just wishful thinking. Blake pointed at the washer and the boys took it from there. The two young beauties stripped off ALL their clothes except for [gasp] their panties! Blake hadn't seen the panties in the park. He saw them in his laundry room. And they were dazzling. Holden was wearing "sweet and low" hiphugger panties in a color the catalog described as "pomegranate" and Max was wearing pink prickteasers in a style called "cheeky" that revealed the bottom third of his bottomcheeks. Max and Holden were true sissyboys. Blake didn't doubt that. But just because they stripped to their panties didn't mean... Oh! Panties were down!! And in the wash!!! The boys were naked and their cocks were standing straight up in full arousal. What many would characterize as "a sign." Just in case Blake didn't see it as such, Holden said, "I think your clothes need laundering too, Mr. Bumrider." Blake stuffed his clothes into the washer, added the wrong amount of detergent, put everything on the wrong cycle at the wrong temperature and fired up the machine. He was naked. And erect. The boys were naked. And erect. Blake took a deep breath and squelched his one last fear. That he wouldn't be man enough for the both of them. Even though he was 27, randy as a stag in the springtime, and he hadn't had sex since Rita. He had only fucked Rita more than once in a sex session on two occasions. Which had been her call. Not his. He had wanted more each time. So Blake had no idea of his capacity for fuckishness. He was eager to find out. Holden grabbed the mysterious bag he had purchased at the bodega and asked, "Where's your bedroom, Mr. Bumrider?" Blake grabbed each boy's hand and led them to their fate. And Blake's. Blake was glad that he had made the bed -- even changing the sheets -- that morning. Though it wouldn't have mattered to Max and Holden. They enjoyed sex with nice men whether the men had good hygiene or not. The boys had seen Blake in the park several times in recent weeks, figured he was unemployed, but didn't condemn him for it. They weren't looking for a sugar daddy. Just a sperm daddy. Max decided that Blake would be their next conquest. Holden went along, of course. They had conquered six men thus far. And four of the men were still on the boys' A-list. A very good list to be on. Blake was to be the lucky seventh man. Though having had their first look at Blake's naked body, the boys were thinking of themselves as the lucky ones. Blake was younger than their other manly conquests. And both hunkier and hungier. Approaching double-digit inches hungier. How stupid this prize bull's girlfriends had been to let him drift away, Max thought. And how smart the sissyboys were to corral the bull for their own naughty pleasures. Blake lay on his back in bed and held his arms open to invite the boys to join him. Max and Holden responded to the RSVP with alacrity. Max on Blake's right; Holden on his left. Max offered his mouth for a kiss and Blake committed the first gay act of his life. A long, blazing hot, tongue kiss with the beautiful Max. Other gay acts followed. Wow, did they follow. Holden took the initiative a bit, diving his lovely blond head into Blake's crotch as Blake kissed Max. Holden couldn't get all of Blake's huge stiffie into his mouth, but he made an outstanding effort. Blake moaned through his delicious kisses with Max. And, calling upon an instinct he barely recognized, entered Max's exquisite bottomhole with a wary finger. Then another. Making Max moan back. Blake was being simultaneously kissed and sucked by two of the earth's most beautiful beings. A glance at Holden's blond curls covering Blake's pubic region almost sent Blake over the top. Then Holden entered Blake's bottomhole with his fingers as he sucked his man off. Wow! Rita had never done that. Rita never would. In fact, Rita's list of never-dos was quite a long one. Holden had no such list. He found his man's prostate and taught it a lesson. As his tongue lavished love on Blake's appreciative, skinned knob. Blake found Max's prostate as he awoke young Mr. Finebum's fine bum. Max was squealing little squeals. Like the ones he had squealed on the park bench -- when he was kissing and stroking Holden. The lustmeter reached the red part of the dial. And Max shot his stuff all over Blake's hairy stomach. Blake felt the first jet of sperm hit his flesh and that was the spark that ignited the forest fire. At least for one thick trunk. Blake tried to warn Holden that he was shooting sperm. Rita would have been furious to feel icky sperm inside her mouth. Holden gulped it down like a starving wolverine. Oh! The air was thick with sexual heat as Blake shuddered through a spunktaculer sperm spasm. Blake arched his back as he orgasmed, heaving his cream so violently that the boys feared for his life. They had no reason to fear. Though Blake's old life died at that moment. And a better life emerged, So four of the lovers' six testicles had been emptied. Which left Holden unfulfilled. But not for long. "Did you like that, Mr. Bumrider," the sweet little catamite Holden half-lisped. "It was the best moment of my life, boys. Thank you so much. I want to make you both as happy as I am. What can I do?" Max and Holden looked at each other and smiled. Then at Blake. "We want you to fuck us, Mr. Bumrider," Max said. "First Holden. Then me. In our bottoms. It's the most fun there is. You'll see. Will you DO us, Mr. Bumrider?' It was a question, Blake surmised of COULD Mr. Bumrider muster two woodrows powerful enough to fuck those bottoms. Assuming he could figure out how to do that. Blake had never had anal sex. No woman he knew would even discuss it. And two fucks in one session was all he had tried. All the women wanted to do after fuck #1 was cuddle and talk about their feelings. Neither cuddling nor feelings-talk has been proven to be an effective means of testicle evacuation. Time to move outside the comfort zone to the forbidden zone. "I'll do you as many times as I can do you boys. But you'll have to help me... Wait. What was in that bag you bought at the bodega?" Giggling, Holden opened the bag and produced a half-gallon of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. The sissyboy's best friend. Max and Holden may not have been scouts, but they were prepared. Blake had never used anal lubricant, but he had a pretty good idea of its uses and means of application. But just to be sure, he applied some to both boys at once. Max and Holden knelt side by side on all fours on the bed. Blake stood behind them and, with cock already at half-staff, used the fingers of both hands to rub soothing Spermbutt Anal Lubricant all over the insides of the pretty boys' pink bumholes. How delicious it was to watch them squirm in delight as Blake took such rude liberties. When the boys began to kiss as they were being lubricated and dilated, Blake was fully erect. As were Max and Holden. Having done the trio thing before, the boys offered Blake an enchanting option. Max sat against the headboard. Holden slid two pillows under his stomach and positioned himself so that he could take Max's pricklet between his loving lips. Presenting Blake full access to Holden's eager, ready asspussy. Blake worried for an instant that he would hurt Holden, then dismissed it. The boy wanted to be FUCKED. Blake was going to FUCK him. Holden had never hosted such a rammer before, but Blake had prepared his bum well. And the heat-seeking missile found its target. Blake was IN! Never before... So effing hot... Oh!!! Holden squealed in appreciation as Blake fucked him. Then applied his mouth to his lover's needs. Three lust-drunk lovers grinding to heart-pounding climaxes. Holden shot his stuff first. Perhaps because he hadn't spunked in round one. Though more likely that Mr. Bumrider's cock was quite the prize. And so was Mr. Bumrider. Having conquered his fears, the man loved sex with boys. And the boys loved him. Max heartily agreed with Holden's assessment of Mr. Bumrider when, after drenching Holden's bumhole with sperm, Mr. Bumrider rearranged the boys so that Max was fucking Holden's well-buttered bum as Mr. Bumrider assaulted Max with his deadly weapon. Cuddling did in fact occur. But only to allow the boys to recuperate. Blake needed no such respite. Things went so well that Max produced a cell phone and had this conversation: "Hi, Daddy. Holden and I are at a nice man's house. Yes, Daddy. Our clothes are in the washer. Yes, Daddy. Oh, thank you, Daddy. You'll tell Holden's Daddy? Thanks, Daddy. I love you." Max hung up and said, "My Daddy says we'd better make sure our clothes are really dry. So we'd better stay here overnight. If that's OK with you, Mr. Bumrider." Those little devils. Saying their daddies would spank them if they came home with cum on their clothes. The daddies were probably fucking these two as well. Blake didn't care. His cock was hard again and Holden was wiggling his ass at him. The "Try Boys" era is the best of times. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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