Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 09:50:22 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys Try Boys -- Part Three By Beautiful Creamer One -- Barbershop Buddies Rick Topman had to sweep out his brain. All week long, the home remodeler had been thinking about that advertisement in the previous Saturday's newspaper. "Tired of the nagging, manipulation and emasculation?" it asked. "Try boys." And that picture. Beautiful boys looking at him. Urging Rick to "try" them. Why had that small, 4 by 4-inch ad affected Rick so much? First of all, he was tired of the nagging, manipulation and emasculation he got from his relationships with women. Really tired. But that was pretty much the way the world was. Wasn't it? There were no real option B's for a "normal," supposedly heterosexual male. Women with all their faults. Or some exceptional, thus rare, porn; slick babyoil; and an old tshirt for mop-up. That was what was so darned stupefying about the ad. It had grabbed Rick's 34-year-old brain, shaken it and given it a good twist. Boys. So pretty, sweet and innocent. So needy of sex. So submissive. Everything a hetero man wanted but wasn't getting from women. Still... It was immoral. Probably. And illegal. For a certainty. Rick knew there were web sites that glorified man-boy "relations." He had never been to one of them, but he knew that every single fetish in the world was represented on the Internet. So there had to be such sites. He stayed away from those. Didn't even go on the Try Boys site. Which he had convinced himself was a "trap" for men who didn't have Rick's self-control. A self control that was "sorely" tested the following Saturday -- the day of this story -- when Rick looked in his sports section and saw a second "Try Boys" ad. Bigger this time. A full quarter of a page. Same stuff about what a man was tired about. And this ad had a man in it -- as well as a boy. The man, who was about Rick's age, was walking hand-in-hand with a boy. A beautiful boy, who was looking at the man with what had to be love. Everyone was fully clothed. There was no "penetration, however slight." But it was the most erotic picture Rick had ever seen. That man and boy were lovers. Rick was sure of it. And off camera, the man was sticking his cock into that boy's ass. Rick was sure of that too. Rick actually groaned out loud at the thought. And the shame and guilt he felt for thinking it. Among other shameful, guilt-worthy thoughts. Like what he was thinking all week about Carter, the boy at the house where Rick was putting in cabinets. The boy was a stunner. Not that Rick would have thought of him in those terms before he had seen the first "Try Boys" ad. That darned thing had "rebooted" Rick's psyche somehow. Which allowed Rick to notice how Carter had been hanging around Rick as he worked. Wanting "something" from the man. Something Rick never could and never would give him. Right? Had there been other boys like Carter at Rick's job site? Thinking about it, Rick was sure there were. Other boys, flirting with the hunky carpenter. Why hadn't Rick "noticed" that before? And why hadn't he "noticed" Gavin? Aaahhh, Gavin. Rick's 12-year-old, next-door-neighbor Gavin. Prettier than Carter. Cuter too. Blonder. With curlier hair and bluer eyes. And, since he was living mere yards away from Rick, a permanent threat to the man's life and liberty. Though not to his pursuit of happiness. Gavin. It's accurate to say that Rick had never really "noticed" Gavin until he saw that ad one week earlier. Since then, he had wanked himself dry thinking about Gavin. He would have to move. Or buy a state-of-the-art chastity belt for himself. Or just do normal things that would put his head back on straight. Normal things. Like going for a haircut. Good idea. Rick collected himself, got into his car and drove the eight blocks to Mario's barber shop -- his usual place. He walked into Mario's at 10:23 that Saturday morning. Normal. Greeted Mario. And his business partner Enzo, cutting hair in the other chair. Three people waiting. Took a seat. Normal. Looked at the magazines spread out on the well-worn coffee table. The normal stuff. Sports magazines. Big glossy magazines picturing women in black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings, showing their wet pussies to whoever was interested. Wait. Something not normal. Mixed in with all the titty mags were... Oh no. Three back issues of [gasp] "Sissy Boy" magazine!! Filth. Abnormal filth! In his hairy sanctuary. Rick knew about "Sissy Boy," of course. Their ads were all over the place -- TV, buses, posters. And you couldn't pass a newsstand or a supermarket checkout without seeing the abnormally filthy rag prominently displayed. But Rick had never been interested "Sissy Boy." Or its little cockteasing models. Rick looked at the top issue. And it looked at him. Were the other men in the shop watching his moralistic struggle against picking up that filthy filth? He sneaked a peek. Oh no! The other three men waiting were also each reading a Sissy Boy! And their khakis were all "tented." Rick sighed and picked up the Sissy Boy issue that promised "Daddy teaches Timmy to love anal." Rick's eyes surveyed the cover. A standing, delicious, naked, young boy who was almost as pretty as Gavin was wide-eyed and obviously crying out as a big-cocked man standing behind him stuffed the boy's tiny bottom with his raging cock. Rick gasped. And was immediately embarrassed. Had anyone noticed? The three other "readers" wouldn't have heard a train crashing into the barber shop. Mario and Enzo were busy cutting hair and discussing world events with their patrons. Rick turned to the inside cover. An advertisement. Though not for "Try Boys." [Unbeknownst to new reader Rick, Sissy Boy had recently been accepting "theme-appropriate" advertising. This ad was quite appropriate.] The ad showed a beautiful, naked, young boy. He was in the "doggy" position and drooling an extremely thick wad of sperm from his bottom. His little balls were just hanging there saucily. The boy was looking back at the camera and smiling angelically. The copy said, "Daddy just fucked me with new `Spermbutt' lubricant. It felt awesome!" Then, as if that weren't enough, on the facing page, the boy was on his knees. Stiff little prong standing tall and drooling boyjuice. His "Daddy" or at least the visible, bottom half of him, was standing to the boy's right. The man's huge cock was drooling sperm from a recent orgasm onto his "son's" fully-spunk-glazed face. The happy, beaming boy was saying, "Thanks, Daddy!" At the bottom of the page was a package of "Spermbutt," with the tagline, "Your sissyboy will thank you." Rick gasped again. Focused on the boy's pretty eyes. Through that mask of sperm and semen. The boy wanted "it." Rick was sure of it. He hadn't been forced or even persuaded. The boy loved being fucked and spunked. Rick turned the page and was assaulted with a 20-page "pictorial" about a boy named Timmy whose father, one evening, taking his paternal duties seriously, taught his son everything he knew about anal sex. And he knew quite a lot. Was someone calling Rick's name? "You're next, Rick," Mario said. Reluctantly, Rick put the magazine down and, hiding his erection as well as he could [which was not well as all], he sat in Mario's chair. Barely hearing Mario say something about, "I brought those magazines in from home because so many customers asked for them, you know. They're really exciting. Don't worry about the erection. Every man who reads them gets one. But I don't let kids like the little guy in Enzo's chair read them. Don't worry." A kid? A kid saw Rick reading Sissy Boy? That was a bit unnerving. But not terrible. Until Rick looked over and saw said kid. It was Gavin. Beautiful, spunk-worthy Gavin. And he was smiling at Rick with that "glacier-melter" of a grin. Nooooo! The worst!!! Gavin would think he lived next door to a pervert. Rick would be on a list at police headquarters. Nancy, Gavin's single mother, would wait for the right moment, then snip Rick's balls off with huge, ultra-sharp, serrated scissors. If that were all true, why was Gavin smiling? Rick ignored Gavin and half-listened to Mario's take on world events. The haircuts for man and boy ended the same time. They both paid and found themselves outside the shop. Politely, Rick asked, "Is your Mom picking you up, Gavin?" "She's at an all-day quilting party with her friends, Mr. Topman. I walked here." The smart thing would have been for Rick to tell Gavin he wasn't heading home just yet. Let the boy walk home. Anything else would be life-threateningly risky. So Rick said, "Can I give you a ride home?" Which engendered another glacier-melter, cock-raiser smile from Gavin. It was a very short ride and nothing of import happened, except for Rick stealing peeks at Gavin's long, bare, beautiful legs. They arrived home and that could have been it. Should have been it. But after saying goodbye and "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Topman," Gavin said, "Darn it. I forgot my key. That's OK. I'll just sit on my porch until mom gets home in six or seven hours." All those who believe Gavin really forgot his key, can I see a show of hands? I thought so. Another opportunity for Rick to do "the right thing." Which Rick, of course, rejected. "No need for that, Gavin. Come on to my house and I'll give you lunch." Gavin hoped that his lunch included that big piece of meat he saw sticking up when Mr. Topman read that sissyboy book. Two -- Lunch for Two Gavin and Rick's first 15 minutes together were pretty uncomfortable. Sort of fencing around. Both looking for an opening. Or in Rick's case, an exit. How was Rick ever going to endure six or seven hours without fucking this perfect boy's perfect butt? Answer -- no way. Rick fed Gavin a baloney sandwich when, in fact, he wanted to feed the boy his own baloney. The kid was so effing sexy. As they cleaned up the dishes, Gavin took the initiative. Carefully. The meaningless conversation had been about school and baseball until Gavin asked, "Mr. Topman, do you think it's OK for guys to talk about feelings?" Dangerous ground, but an answer was required, so Rick said, "Everyone has feelings, Gavin. It's OK to talk about them." Rick waited for Gavin's reaction. It took two or three minutes. Clearly, Gavin was weighing his next statement. Then he said it. "I get funny feelings sometimes when I see you, Mr. Topman." Rick gulped. Things weren't going the way he wanted them to. Or were they? "What kind of funny feelings?" Rick asked throatily. Gavin blushed crimson and said. "The feelings a boy gets when he sees a man working in his yard with his shirt off. The way you were two weeks ago. I didn't know what those feelings meant." Rick gulped twice that time. Then said, "People can't help how they feel. Gavin. What were the feelings like?" Gavin bit his lower lip, then said, "They were nice feelings, but they hurt a little too. Like an ache for something I wanted, but I couldn't have." Gavin paused a moment to let that sink in with Rick, then added, "Then they were sad feelings, because I knew you didn't have those feelings for me. Even when I sunbathed in the backyard." Rick knew a big corner had been turned. The boy had just confessed that he wanted Rick and was sad that Rick didn't want him. Rick was treading the most dangerous minefield of his life and knew he should end it right there. Instead, he was trying to remember Gavin sunbathing. And was kicking himself for not noticing the boy lying semi-nude and pining for Rick to notice him. Gavin again moved things along. "I know you could never have those kinds of feelings for me. I know I'm not as pretty as those boys in that magazine you were looking at." And he looked down sadly. Fluttering his long, long eyelashes. Rick's ego swelled. And so did his penis. This stupendously gorgeous boy felt he wasn't worthy of The Great Rick Topman! Rick was faced with one of life's defining moments. A true fork in destiny's road. Safe and soulless or insanely risky and ferociously rewarding? Rick chose the bumpy road. "Gavin, you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen. And I'm flattered that you get feelings when you see me." Then, the unambiguous "I have feelings for you too, Gavin." Words not necessary from here on. Gavin looked up. Showing his wide, deep-blue, moist eyes to the man he admitted having feelings for. That was enough of an invitation for Rick. He held his arms wide. Gavin sissy-ran over to his man and flung himself into Rick's lap. Rick's mouth consumed Gavin's. Kissing. Tonguing. Oh. Though both lovers were fully clothed, Rick couldn't remember anything in his life that had been half as erotically thrilling. The boy was an inexperienced kisser. He and his schoolmate Carter (the lad who was flirting with Rick on the job site) had sucked each other's peenies a few times. But no kissing. When Carter had told Gavin about his inability to seduce Rick that past week, Gavin was concerned that Rick may have been one of that infinitesimal percentage of men who didn't like sissyboys. Now he had something to brag about to Carter. And he was getting more to brag about every minute. Rick was in for a penny, in for a peeny. So as he kissed Gavin, he removed the boy's short shorts and began to run his rough, work-callused fingers all over the boy's private parts as they kissed hotly. Rick was startled at how small the boy was "down there." Fully stiff at 2.75 inches. With little pearls that throbbed when he caressed them. Gavin was delighted with the proceedings. Rick was Gavin's first man. His Daddy had skipped out on his responsibilities -- to Gavin's mom and the boy's sex education -- years earlier. And gentle, loving treatment from a man with rough hands is a sissyboy's wettest dream. It was time for Gavin to get naked. He broke the kiss and began to pull off his shirt. Rick assisted. And had a delicious, naked, eager-to-make-love sissyboy on his lap. The recipe for a great Saturday afternoon. Rick showered the boy's body with hot kisses. Fondling Gavin in sensitive, intimate places. Gavin squealed with sexual heat when Rick licked his middle finger and slid the rough, callused digit into Gavin's boiling bottom. Rick knew he had a winner with that, so he decided to give the boy something his girlfriends had always liked -- nipple adoration. Rick sucked and licked Gavin's right nipple as he found, then rubbed the boy's prostate. Gavin's first P-spot massage. In a place Gavin didn't even know he owned. The boy screamed in sexual fury, then pumped out six creamy ropes of boy's cream. All over Rick's hairy chest. Shuddering with raging lust throughout his ecstasy. Oh my. Rick resolved to remember that in six hours, he would have to return Gavin -- walking under his own power -- to his mother. Thank goodness the boy recovered quickly and was soon on his knees, pulling Rick's pants down to get at the man's big, thick cock. Out it sprang. In all its virile glory! Gavin gasped and said, "It's huge!" Who among us doesn't appreciate that comment now and then? Rick appreciated it all right. And liked things even better when the kneeling Gavin took Rick's hot meat into his tiny, stretched mouth and gave it the sucking of the new millennium. The boy was an enthusiastic cocksucker. And quite active with his wet, scorching tongue. Rick's orgasm was cathartic. Ridding the man of 34 years of hetero BS. And nearly fossilizing his testicles in its raw, sexual intensity. Rick LOVED watching Gavin valiantly choke and gag down as much of Rick's thick load as he could manage. His women dates had always thought that was "icky." Women know all about men's wide range of repulsive needs. They just have no intention of satisfying them. Gavin wanted to satisfy every one of Rick's sordid desires. Perhaps all that very afternoon. They were both eager to cross items off that long list. Leaving their clothes heaped on the kitchen floor, the lovers moved upstairs to Rick's bed. Where the man set out to repay the boy for his oral efforts. Gavin lay on his back, whimpering and squealing so sexily as Rick dove into his cocklet and balls with mouth and tongue. Rick licked up the boy's previous creamy emission, then set about creating a successor. The boy was consumed by sexual fever as the man sucked and licked his privates. But the Big Moment arrived when Rick slid two fingers into the Gavin's sweet pootie as he sucked his little pearl bag. Two callused-yet-gentle fingers on his vulnerable prostate as his balls were tongue-bathed. Oh. Gavin spurted again. A real gusher that time. Allowing Rick a moment of self-satisfaction. Apparently, Rick was good at this. Gavin certainly thought so. If the man wanted to fuck him, Gavin was almost ready. The fingers had opened him nicely. One last thing. Gavin breathed out, "That was awesome, Mr. Topman. Please fuck me now. I want you to be my first. There's some `Spermbutt' in my backpack. I use it when I `rub myself' thinking of you. I'll go get it." And he did. Running downstairs and returning quickly with a half-used tube of the lube guaranteed to "make your sissyboy thank you." Giving Rick a moment to consider the possibility that he wasn't Gavin's first. Dismissing that as irrelevant. Then considering the long-term consequences of fucking the 12-year-old neighbor boy. Also dismissing that as irrelevant. After all, his cock WAS really hard. And would accept no further logic or reason. Gavin lay on his stomach and opened his legs to give Rick full access to paradise. Rick decided to take his time. Savor the moment. He kissed Gavin's soft globes, making the boy moan and squirm softly. Then, in an impulse of passion that surprised him, he licked Gavin's sweet asshole. Gavin squealed loudly at that. No one had ever done THAT for the pretty boy. Rick liked lick one, so he proceeded to lick two. Followed by a barrage of licks and tasty tonguings that had the boy squirming and whimpering to be fucked. Almost ready. Rick applied a generous portion of Spermbutt to three fingers, then used them to lubricate and dilate the boy's "pussy." Nothing had ever looked more fuckable than Gavin's bumhole to Rick as he slathered Spermbutt onto his red, thick, angry cock. He paused behind his lover, then pushed the head and an inch of shaft into the impossibly tight quasi-opening. The boy screamed. But didn't use the word "stop." Instead, he grunted out the "more" word. Rick complied. Shoving in another generous portion of manmeat. Lighting the boy up, since that dose of cock rubbed his prostate. A pause for discomfort to pass and then the repeated request for "more." "All in" that time. Gavin was literally stuffed with cock. So tight! Rick wondered idly how the boy ever made a proper poop with such a tight butt. But enough thinking. Rick started fucking. And did it very well. Rubbing Gavin's sweet prostate on each long stroke. Gavin's gasps and whimpers getting louder until... The boy's third shuddering orgasm of that wonderful day. Followed closely by Rick's own "trip to the other side.' All because Rick got over his inhibitions and decided to "try boys." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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