Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:15:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys 4 Try Boys -- Part Four By Beautiful Creamer One -- Inspiration The world was changing. Jake Pierce knew that. He could see it changing. No, it wasn't merely the global economic crisis that was changing things. Nothing as trivial as that. What was changing was the way men and boys were "relating" to each other. That's not exactly right. What was really changing was the frequency and the number (by a very large factor) of men and boys who were "relating" to each other. Men and boys have always "related" to each other. Despite, during the past couple of centuries, those "relations" having evolved into one of society's biggest taboos. A taboo every bit as strict as the big three: drawing to an inside straight, agreeing with a woman that she looks fat, or eating half-priced sushi. But over the past two months, that man-boy taboo was eroding. Jake saw it happening everywhere. And he knew why. It was those advertisements. First they were just small ads in the Saturday sports section. "Tired of the nagging, manipulation and emasculation?" it asked. "Try boys." Try boys? That was crazy, right? Not to the men who took the advice. They discovered that boys were sweet, uncomplicated, sexy as H-E-hockey-sticks, docile, submissive and sexually ravenous -- eager to please their man. All the stuff women weren't. Jake tried not to think about all that "try boys" baloney. Thought it was a ridiculous fad that would pass quickly and leave all the men who bought into it embarrassed, if not incarcerated. But the so-called "fad" was growing. By the fifth week, the newspaper ads had expanded to full-pagers -- three days a week. There were ads on the sides of buses and on the Internet. Not to mention all those radio and television commercials. The ads weren't illegal because all they showed were fully-clothed, hunky men holding hands and looking deeply and lovingly into the eyes of exquisitely-beautiful, fully-clothed boys. Could something that simple, along with that unfortunately dead-accurate question really change a society? Reports and features on the 24-hour news channels and newsmagazines were calling it the strongest "movement" of the new Millennium. Jake felt pretty good about himself for not buying into it though. He was fiercely hetero. And proud. Liked women. And they liked him. Mostly. OK, the stuff the ads said about "nagging, manipulation and emasculation" was all true. But he liked sex with women. Mostly. When he "got some." Being with a boy was wrong. Everyone said so. At least until two months ago. Since then, the world was acting a bit loony. The world would get over it. Jake was sure of that. Plus, Jake was pretty sure that he would be finding a "special lady" really soon. One who wouldn't nag, manipulate or emasculate. One who would do everything in her power to satisfy every single one of Jake's despicable sexual urges. Really soon. Though Jake had to admit that the "Try boys" ads had gotten him thinking. Jake was a very handsome, buff, articulate, intelligent, reasonably-hygienic, 32-year-old man. If a guy like him couldn't find that "special lady" he fantasized about, did she exist? Or were all women pretty much like the ones Jake had met so far? Jake was thinking about all that on Saturday morning as he stopped at one of those ubiquitous Novastag's Coffee places for a super-bold-extra-grande cup of Joe. His bladder was telling Jake that he'd better pee before ordering, so he went to the single-holer men's room. Locked. Jake could "hold it in" for a few minutes, so he ordered his coffee and asked for "room for cream" -- a request that is never honored at any coffee shop in Christendom. Jake dumped an inch of coffee, added cream and waited for the men's room to open. Ten minutes. Tried the door again. Locked. Five minutes more. Jake considered finding another place to pee, when the door opened. And Jake saw who emerged. A lovely, 11- or 12-year-old boy. Face flushed. Breathing heavily. A suspicious wet spot on the back of his very short shorts. Right where the bottomhole would be. The boy scooted past an astonished Jake and out the door. Jake forgot about his urinary issues to consider what he had just seen. Had the boy been wanking off in there? It was clear that he had been involved in some sexual activity. But if he was just wanking, what about that wet spot? Less than a minute later, a forty-something man emerged from the same men's room -- also flushed -- and smiling to himself. Feeling pleased about things. With apparent good reason. The man locked eyes for a moment with Jake, said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Sport," and left the store. Was that...? Did they...? For the first time in his life, Jake was feeling "left behind" of things in the world in general. Had men and boys gotten that bold about having sex? Had man-boy "cuddles" gone mainstream? If so, what did it mean to Jake? Jake still had to go winkers, so he stepped into the men's room. As he peed, his nose was assaulted with the unmistakable smells of "man's sperm" and "boy's cream." Not to mention the sight of a wall that hosted a streaky puddle of what must have been the boy's sincere appreciation of pleasure. That man had just fucked that boy in a Novastag Coffee men's room! And didn't even make a half-hearted effort to conceal it. Jake was baffled by what was happening to the world he once knew. And, for the first time, he began to consider the "consequences" of choosing to live in the world it was becoming. Could he, Jake Pierce, former all-conference defensive tackle for the Northeast Central High School Westerners, do gay things? With an underage -- the more underage the better, he posited -- boy? Did he want to do those things? Or was he just playing along with trends as they evolved? He began to think of possible boys that he might...well...associate with. And he thought of Garrett Sweetbum. His ex-girlfriend's younger -- much younger -- brother. Garrett was maybe 12 -- almost 12 anyway -- by then. And he was always hanging around Jake when the man was squiring Tiffany around. Tiffany Sweetbum was a looker all right. And a great -- though far too infrequent -- fuck. But, Holy Harvey Milk, could that woman nag, manipulate and emasculate! Garrett, on the other hand, had always been sweet and nice. And now that Jake allowed himself to think about the boy "that way," Garrett was every bit as pretty as his sister. Though in a different way. He had a cock. And no titties. Jake knew something about Garrett and his cock, now that Jake thought about it. Garrett's cock was always stiff whenever Jake was around. Jake used to chuckle to himself about it because the little nipper had a fine Johnson for a young lad. Jake's guestimate on Garrett's cock size was at least a six-incher. Which was especially incongruous because the boy was quite sissyish. Giggly. Pretty. Almost feminine. Flirty too. Jake would have imagined that a sissyboy like Garrett would have had a two-incher. Three at most. Thus demonstrating his ignorance of the wide diversity of sissyboyhood. But why was a straight man like Jake even hosting thoughts like that? Answer. He had decided to try boys. Not "trying" as in "fucking," or "cocksucking." Or even "fondling" or "kissing." Just "trying" as in, "getting to know better." Yeah. That was all. That kind of trying. And Garrett was a great boy to "try." Two -- Perspiration But how was Jake to hook up with Garrett? Jake considered the possibilities as he walked down the street. None of them were plausible. But then... "Hi, Jake!" Oh my stars! It was Garrett! Walking in his direction. Fate. Coincidence. Stranger than anything Hollywood or Charles Dickens could ever postulate. Cruel fate. Because Jake hadn't thought through how he was going to "try" Garrett. Which was why Jake acted kind of dopey when Garrett greeted him with a billion-watt smile that practically gave Jake third-degree burns. Worse, Garrett hugged Jake as he said, "It's so good to see you, Jake. I missed you since you and Tiffany broke up." Oh. That hug felt very nice. But they were in public, so Jake just sort of half-hugged Garrett back. Then he backed away from the hug and gave Garrett a pretty good smile -- maybe 100 watts. Though it's hard to measure with those new, curly bulbs these days. The smile was good enough for Garrett. Jake almost blushed when he saw Garrett's stiffie practically bursting through his extremely short shorts. Had the boy grown "down there" in the two months since Jake had broken up with Tiffany? Why did the sight of that "concealed weapon" make Jake's face feel hot? His ears especially. It was time for Jake to form some words, so he did. "It's great to see you, Garrett. I missed you too." Jake winced when he said that. Was he being too forward? Was he out of line? Was he being friendlier than he should be? Garrett seemed very pleased with that simple statement. Nothing was said for several millimoments. Just a man and a boy standing there. On the street. Smiling at each other. Uncomfortable. So Jake said, "Say, Garrett, could I buy you some ice cream?" [The offer of nourishment to the potential, sweaty-sex partner. Still ambiguous, but moving forward slightly.] Garrett said, "That would be great. I don't have to be home until dinner -- six hours from now. My family has so many kids, my Daddy wouldn't even notice if I was missing for a week." Jake knew that Garrett was kidding. Charlie Sweetbum, Garrett's widowed father, loved his seven children very much -- from the oldest, Tiffany, to the youngest, Garrett. Still, wasn't that a bit "flirty?" Was Garrett saying he was at Jake's "disposal" for as long as Jake wanted? Jake could only hope. As Jake and Garrett walked the three blocks to the ice-cream parlor, Jake couldn't help noticing all the man-boy couples they encountered. And many of them were holding hands! Jake flinched a little when Garrett slid his hand into Jake's. But he held the boy's warm, dry hand. And prayed that his own paw wasn't perspiring too much. At the ice-cream shoppe, Jake watched in fascination as Garrett fired down a huge banana split while they spoke. Mostly about Tiffany. "She has a new boyfriend, Jake. A biker who treats her like crap. She's in love!" Then Garrett said, "Tiffany didn't deserve you, Jake. You should have someone better." Then the boy looked at Jake through his half-closed, beautiful eyes. And those inch-long lashes. The man nearly creamed his pants. Jake paid for the ice cream, noticing that he and Garrett were one of perhaps five man-boy couples in the shoppe. Was the whole world going oddball? When Jake left the shoppe, holding Garrett's hand, of course, he realized that he had no idea where they were going. Until Garrett said, "Can we go to the park, Jake? It's a beautiful day." Jake wasn't about to deny the young beauty anything, so they walked the two blocks to the park, found a bench by a pond, and sat. Jake looked around and saw two other man-boy couples sitting on nearby benches. They were kissing!!! In public!!! Huh? Jake was actually trembling when he considered the impact of what he was seeing. Men and boys holding hands as they walked. Kissing openly! Jake felt Garrett lean into him. Looking for comfort and love. Giving himself to Jake. Against all of his "better judgment," Jake put his arm around Garrett and was startled by the boy's purr of contentment. The boy was so sweet and beautiful. And he was so submissive to Jake. But it was wrong -- so wrong!!! Garrett looked up at Jake -- locked eyes with the man and without speaking flashed Jake a huge "green light." The boy parted his lips and leaned slightly backward. It was wrong -- so wrong!!! Jake kissed Garrett. Right on the mouth. Oh. It was a sweet kiss that the boy returned eagerly. Generously. Without an agenda. Donating himself to his man. Oh. Jake had never been more sexually aroused in his life. He and the boy were fully clothed. They were only holding each other in their arms. No "private parts" involved. But Jake's ears were boiling with sexual heat. Kissing. Seeking something Jake never realized was possible. True lust. Raw. Unfiltered by manipulation. Perfect submission to one man. Offering yourself to the other person in submission to his needs. Nothing is more exciting or fulfilling. Jake's cock was frighteningly erect. Throbbing violently as his tongue found Garrett's tongue. Jake loved what was happening. He loved the kissing. The hugging. The delicious intimacy and complete depravity of it all. But if he didn't cum soon, he would injure himself. And he didn't want to spunk his khakis on that park bench. So he broke the kiss, looked his lover in the eyes and said, with a large dollop of desperation, "My place?" Garrett bit his lower lip and nodded. In microseconds, they were off the park bench and walking arm-in-arm for two blocks to Jake's place. Three -- Penetration Jake fumbled for his door key as he and Garrett kissed hungrily on Jake's front step. Were the neighbors watching? And judging? Jake's cock didn't care. And his cock was doing the heavy living on the thinking at that moment. Though what was left of his reason also told Jake that it was time to really, totally "try boys." Garrett in particular. The lovers scrambled inside and, kissing all the way, reached Jake's bedroom. Exactly where Garrett wanted to be. The boy had hungered for Jake since Tiffany had first brought him home. Garrett knew that Jake would be his some day. And today was the day! Garrett submitted to Jake completely, letting the man pull his shirt over his head and off. Then squirming with delight as Jake pelted his boyish torso with hot kisses. Jake sucked Garrett's right nipple as he lowered the boy's shorts, leaving the young beauty's eroding modesty protected only by a thin pair of...oh my...were those panties? Oh yes! It just kept getting better. Garrett's panties were lilac-colored and severely tented. A scrumptious sight. Jake kissed his way down Garrett's flat stomach, all the way to the boy's sparse pubic hairs. Feeling the boy's drippy, large, boymeat rubbing Jake's cheek as he kissed around the boy's pubic region. Thrilling the boy's near-bursting libido. It was a wonder that neither had spunked yet. Jake set out to change that. Tossing patience and heterosexuality aside, Jake took Garrett's cockhead into his warm, wet mouth. Garrett squeaked with delight. Jake had never sucked a cock before. What had he been waiting for all his life? Jake loved the taste of boy cock. The texture. The dripping and drooling that demonstrated the boy's excitement. Garrett's squeaks and squeals as he pushed his nicely-sized dazzler in and out of Jake's mouth. Frantically seeking his orgasm. Then achieving it. Gloriously. Pumping thick blobs of boy's cream from his pink balls, through his hard cock and into the man's boy-famished mouth. Jake greedily swallowed nearly a pint of the pretty boy's sperm and semen. This was not the way he thought his day would be going. But already it was the best day of his life. When Jake took his pants off, his best day got better. Garrett actually gasped at the sight of Jake's hard, fat meat. Jake's cock was gasp-worthy. More than eight scorching inches. Even bigger than Tiffany had described it to Garrett. Tiffany liked to tease her brother about her boyfriends and their "qualities." Knowing that Garrett loved men. Confident that none of her boyfriends would ever stoop to making love to her baby brother. Tiffany was spectacularly wrong. Garrett drooled to suck that magnificent porkstick. But the boy wanted something else first. Something wonderful. Garrett wanted to be fucked. Hard. Long. He had been saving himself for Jake. Mostly. His bottomhole at least. That sweet place had not yet "known" cock. Jake was about to make the introduction. Garrrett knelt on Jake's bed. Right in the center. Burying his head in two pillows. His bottom raised and pointed at Jake. In sweet invitation. Jake considered his prize. A historically-beautiful, frantic-for-a-fucking boy was showing Jake the path to paradise, An impossibly-tight, pink-and-brown door to bliss. Accessorized with the cutest little bag of "dangling pretties" and an occasional glance of the boy's spent, drooping cock. Garrett, the little cockteaser, was even wiggling his bottom and whimpering to be fucked. Jake, being only human, was as able as the rest of us to resist that sight. Though his experience in ass-fucking was limited -- two girls -- neither of them Tiffany -- both quite inebriated -- had allowed Jake to "come in through the servant's entrance." Jake had enjoyed it both times -- very much -- but the morning after, both girls acted as if Jake had been a pervert with them or something. Sigh. Anyway, Garrett was not drunk and was not likely to protest -- before, during or after. Garrett, like any self-respecting sissyboy -- wanted a cock in his ass. A trooper like that deserved a good, stiff fucking. And some nice lubrication and dilation before penetration. Jake quickly considered his options. Like most men who didn't have a sissy boyfriend to take care of all of his "needs," Jake "stroked the pole" now and then. So he had a number of fine lubrication products that would have done the job quite well. But for an occasion like this -- Garrett's first fuck and Jake's first boy fuck -- called for something more...personal. Women Jake had known loved being "eaten out." More than anything except nagging, manipulating and emasculating their men. Would a lovely sissyboy like Garrett love being eaten out too? Time to find out. Jake leaned forward and, tentatively at first, licked Garrett's boyhole. The first thing Jake noticed was the taste. Tangy. The second thing Jake noticed was Garrett's reaction. Shock and awe! Jake had found a sissyboy "golden ticket" on that one. Garrett gasped first -- in delighted shock -- then he squeaked and squealed as Jake dug and licked. Deeper. Deeper. Stopping now and then to withdraw and give the boy's dangling balls a nice tonguing. After 18 minutes of that divine torture, Garrett screamed and shot six, thick ropes of Grade A boy's cream all over Jake's grandmother's 150-year-old quilt. Oh well. Jake licked and dug for six more minutes, then pronounced his "boyfriend" ready for fucking. Poor Jake had been at maximum arousal for more than an hour and his balls were aching badly. Moving quickly, Jake found a bottle of "beat-off" lube, slathered it onto his cock and tossed it aside. Jake lined up his drooling peehole with Garrett's sopping anus. Rubbed them together a little bit, just to hear the boy whimper to be fucked. He was going to enjoy it all. Then, thanking whatever stars there be, Jake thrust his hips forward and lodged the entire knob of his penis head into Garrett's bottomhole. Several local cemeteries reported that their residents were awakened by Garrett's expression of his feelings on that occasion. It was a whopper of a scream. But neither lover was deterred. Jake pushed again -- engendering a second, merely scary-movie-level scream from Garrett. Followed, thankfully by the boy's sweet request: "Push it all in my Jake," the boy murmured through his tears and gasps. "I need it!" Jake obliged. That time merely eliciting a loud intake of breath, a soft whimper, and a second request: "It's so big and hot and hard. Give me a moment to get used to it." Jake did so. Feeling pretty good about things. Enjoying the moment. Jake's cock was very happy sitting in the best home it had ever visited. His lover was obviously ravenous for Jake's erotic attentions. And lover was the right word. Jake could and probably would LOVE Garrett. It was more than lust. Jake felt something with Garrett. Something he had never felt with a woman. He felt the boy's generosity of heart. His own, boyish need to be loved. And his eagerness to return that love. Back to the fucking. After two minutes and 24 seconds, Garrett managed to whisper, "OK." Which set the fucking into full motion. Long, slow strokes at first. Then increased velocity and friction. The boy gasping each time Jake's cock clipped his sensitive prostate. Thrilling the boy in ways Jake had been unable to thrill any previous lovers. Which was, in turn, extremely stimulating to Jake. Not to mention the fantastic friction of a cock in a virginal boyhole. Jake held back his orgasm for nearly 15 minutes -- and might have lasted longer, had Garrett not spilled his own sperm in a heaving, shuddering climax that threw Jake off the rear car of the Orgasm Express. Jake pumped so much cum into the boy's sweet bottom, that when he finally withdrew, Garrett's bottom leaked sperm for nearly half an hour. A delightful half hour, during which man and boy kissed and fondled each other's private parts until Jake was stiff and ready for a delightful Round Two. When he proposed it to Garrett, Jake was surprised to hear Garrett say, "Oh, yes, Jake. I want you to fuck me again and again. I'll suck your cock too, even though it's been in my `dirty place.' I just have to call Daddy first. So he won't worry." Calling Daddy! That was enough to slap Jake back to reality. The boy was 12 and Jake had just sucked his cock, then fucked him! Was he crazy? The father would find out. And call the police! Was it worth it? So far, Jake would say -- yes. Still, he was very fearful when Garrett dialed the phone and got the man whom Jake once thought might be (and still could be) his father-in-law -- Charlie Sweetbum. "Hello, Daddy," Garrett said. "I'm fine. Better than fine. That's right, Daddy. I'm at Jake's place." Omigosh! Garrett was spilling the beans! Already! Ruin! Death! "Yes, Daddy. [giggle] We're in bed. Oh, stop teasing, Daddy. Of course we're naked." Jake looked on in horror as Garrett nailed the man's coffin. "Yes, Daddy. Jake sucked my cock. Of course he swallowed. He's a gentleman. And Daddy. Jake fucked me! That's right. Your youngest isn't a virgin any more. Isn't that great? I know. Yeah. Oh it was better than great. He's a kind and giving lover. He even ate my pussy for like half an hour before he fucked me. First time I got that treatment too. Yeah. I know. I loved it. And Daddy, I love him." Garrett looked into Jake's eyes when he said that and Jake melted. The man was totally in love with the boy. More of the telephone conversation. "No, Daddy, I haven't sucked his cock yet. There hasn't been time. And he's got a really nice, "second-time-around" stiffie that I think should go in my bottom, don't you? Right. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Is Tyler staying over with you tonight? I thought so. Well, you'd better get your rest before he comes by. Is it OK if I stay with Jake all night? Right. OK." Jake was stunned by the half of the conversation he heard. Then his heart skipped several beats when Garrett handed Jake the phone and said, "Daddy wants to talk to you." [Gulp] Jake took the phone from Garrett. Why was it so heavy? He held it up to his ear and said, "Hello, Mr. Sweetbum." [Gulp] "Hi, Jake. Thanks for being so good to my Garrett. The little sexpot has been in love with you since you first started sniffing around Tiffany. I knew sooner or later you would try boys. I'm very pleased that it was Garrett you tried. The little cockpleaser introduced me to his school friend Tyler six weeks ago -- right after those "Try boys" ads started coming out. And I've never been happier. I'm 50 years old and I'm fucking more often than when I was 20. And enjoying it a lot more too. Well, enough about me. You and Garrett have a great time. Just don't hurt him -- except for a spanking if he gets sassy -- the little teaser likes that. Bring him home by 6 tomorrow evening. No overnights on school nights. Though we can arrange some briefer `conjugal visits' now and then during the weeks. If you want, he's yours from after school every Friday until Sundays at 6." Somehow Jake managed to grunt out a "thank you." Had the world gone mad? Or had it suddenly gone sane? "Oh, and one more thing, Jake," Garrett's Daddy said. "Save some of Garrett's boy's cream for me. When I kiss him good night, I always suck down a bellyful of his sweetness. It helps him sleep. Then he sucks down a nice, hot load of my sperm too. Helps us both sleep. But I never fuck him. I'm no perv." Of course not. "Yes, sir," Jake said, then handed the phone back to Garrett. "Hi, Daddy. Yes, I'll miss you too tonight. But you have Tyler. Don't wear him out. [giggle] Yes, Daddy. Jake uses plenty of lube. Yes, Daddy. I won't forget to suck his cock. [giggle] I know I'm a great cocksucker, Daddy. And you know it too. Bye, Daddy. I love you!" And there it was. The beginning of a beautiful relationship. All because Jake was willing to "try boys." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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