Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 12:17:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Men 2 Try Men 2 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Where have all the young boys gone? Sam Dickinmi couldn't figure out what happened to the boys he used to play basketball with on Saturday mornings. Come to think of it, Sam hadn't seen much of any of his 11-year-old classmates recently. As he bounced the basketball, alone, in the park that Saturday morning, Sam was especially sad that he hadn't heard from his best friends, Jack Hoff and Scottie Beamup, all week. What the heck had happened? Until two weeks ago, Sam's friends and he had been very close. Talking about the hot, raw "feelings" that their budding, yet raging hormones had engendered. The three boys had agreed, for example, that Tiffany Hotbum, their blonde, pulchritudinous classmate, was the object of their collective, evolving lust. The sworn-to-be-eternally-hetero boys agreed that they would take turns exchanging bodily fluids with Miss Hotbum at every opportunity. Surely, Tiffany would return their as-yet-ill-defined lust and all would be right with the world. But things took a turn one afternoon two weeks ago, right after the boys spotted Tiffany getting into a high-school boy's red Mustang. Two of the three randy, disappointed lads sized up the situation appropriately that turning-point afternoon. Sam did not. As Sam bounced the ball, he tried to remember. What was it Jack and Scottie had said, exactly? Jack said, "Hot girls don't want us. No girls will want us till we're 25. Or 30. And they stop wanting the older, potential felons that girls seem to want so badly. I can't wait that long." Scottie agreed. "Me neither. I'm going to that website that I heard about at Mr. Hunque's Ice Cream Parlor." Jack said, "Me too." And they stomped off. Leaving Sam bewildered, confused, and randy as ever. Something about that whole exchange creeped Sam out. He didn't know what his friends had agreed to do. Were Jack and Scottie thinking about looking at porn or something on some new, super-porny web site? What was new about that? And how could it help them score with chicks? Worse, what if they had decided to suck each other's cocks or something? Which was evil and gay. Which is redundant, right? Why had they given up on girls so easily? There were lots of girls out there to shoot your spunk with. Pretty girls. Sweet, giving girls, who understood a boy's intense needs. Right? [Sigh} Since that day, Jack and Scottie had barely spoken to Sam, other than to say that they had been inspired by a website and would certainly be willing to share that inspiration with Sam. But Sam was too afraid to ask for the site's address. So Sam was lonely and confused and despite the beautiful spring weather that Saturday in the park, the boy was miserable. Until... Jack was coming! Two hundred yards off, but walking his way. Jack! They would play basketball and be friends again. Fantasize about the other girls in their class, like Heather Slickclit. Ah, Heather... Jack! But wait. Jack was not alone. He was with a man. His father? No. Mr. Hunque. The man who ran the ice-cream store in town. Where all the kids went. Nice man. Had lots of time for the kids. Especially the boys. How was it that Mr. Hunque wasn't selling ice cream on a warm Saturday? And why was he holding Jack's hand?? That wasn't all. Jack and Mr. Hunque were, in the best way that Sam knew how to express it, "making goo-goo eyes at each other." The way Sam's Daddy did sometimes with Mom, right before they went to their bedroom and locked the door. They were so goo-gooed that they didn't even notice Sam standing there. Wearing just basketball shorts, socks and sneakers. Sam's heart sank. Was Jack gay? Were Jack and that man going somewhere to do gay things? Whatever those were? It certainly seemed like it. And the best thing for Sam to do, as a friend, was to follow the man and the boy and see what they were up to. What Sam didn't notice was that several men in the park that day noticed Sam standing there. Wearing just basketball shorts, socks and sneakers. And they liked what they saw. Men were ready to "try" Sam. But Sam wasn't ready to "try" men. Not yet. Sam saw Jack and Mr. Hunque make a right turn into some bushes. What were they doing? Sam had to find out. Cautiously, he approached the point where his friend and that man disappeared. He stood very still and listened. Oh my! Jack was grunting and gasping and squealing softly. Mr. Hunque was breathing very loudly and the only intelligible words were, "Oh, Nr. Hunque!!" followed by a sharp squeak! Sam almost puked. They were "doing it" in those bushes. Sam's co-best friend and a man. Doing something horribly, irrevocably gay. Jack was lost to Sam forever. Sam's eyes filled with hot tears. He grabbed his basketball and began to run aimlessly. Just to get away from his friend's sad demise. Running. Crying. Until he reached his friend Scottie's house. He had to tell Scottie what was going on. Scottie and Sam would figure out a way to make things better for Jack. Huffing and puffing, Sam ran up and knocked on Scottie's door. No answer. Wait. Maybe he's in his big, fenced backyard. Sam ran back and looked through the hole in the fence known only to Jack, Scottie and Sam. Scottie was there all right. But his presence was no comfort to Sam. It seems that Scottie and his Daddy were, how to say this, "enjoying each other." Right there in their own backyard! Sam watched in horrid fascination as Daddy Beamup undressed his pretty son. Pulling his tshirt over his head. Then pulling down his short-shorts to reveal [Gasp!] girl's panties! Scottie wore girl's panties! He was a sissyboy. The panties were some girlie-looking, light-purple color, but Sam didn't have much time to study them because Daddy soon removed them, letting them flutter to the ground as his son stood before him, naked as the day he was first fucked (five days earlier). It was astoundingly awful! Scottie's peener was disgustingly erect as his Daddy took it into his mouth and sucked it! Sucked it!! His own son!!! [I could add exclamation points incrementally forever!!!! Try me!!!!!) Anyway, Scottie seemed to be enjoying all that despicable, gay incest. Enjoying it a lot. Especially when he shuddered, squealed and squirted his boy's cream down his Daddy's throat. Sam turned away and left that Den of Pederastic Vileness and ran home. Went to his room and sulked. Which is a skill that most pre-teens have usually not yet mastered. But Sam was precocious. And worried about his friends. And himself. Upon further review, Sam realized that there was something about what he had just seen that...interested him. Was that the word...interested? Good enough for now. Jack and Scottie seemed to have enjoyed their disgusting mortal sins a lot. As did the men who were "abusing" them. Maybe, just maybe, they were right and Sam was wrong about "being with men"...or "having men"... That wasn't it. It was "try men." That was the name of the website he'd heard talked about in whispers at school. Maybe he should, you know, just see what it said, Hmmm. Sam googled "try men" and it just popped up. The way Scottie's cock did for his Daddy. Whoa! Pictures of men and boys. Together. Not naked, but definitely "interested" in each other. The page's copy said, "Tired of waiting for those stuck-up girls to take their panties off? Try men." And then a sub-paragraph that said, "Get your own panties and take them off for your man." The second page was filled with pictures of fully-clothed, handsome men and pretty boys kissing. Oh my! That excited Sam because it looked so normal in an abnormal way. In Sam's world, that didn't happen. Not in public, anyway. But in the "Try men" world, men and boys kissed and "did things." Like Jack and Mr. Hunque. And Scottie and his Daddy. The next page was much naughtier. The men and boys were naked and they were "handling" each other as they kissed. Page four, of course showed spunking. Lots of spunking. From both the men and the boys. Sam stopped. He didn't want to see page five and beyond. Just wanted to process what he had seen that day. Everyone who had tried men seemed so happy and he was so miserable. Hmmmmm. Two -- Maybe just a "taste" Could Sam just have a small "taste" of men before he signed on for the whole banquet? Perhaps. He began to look at men differently. Noticing how they reacted to his presence -- mostly with great, manly interest. And he began to fantasize about what it would be like to kiss -- just kiss -- certain men in his life. Like his Daddy, for instance. And his teachers at school. And Reverend Sinner, the family's pastor at their church. Just kissing fantasies. That always seemed to end up with Sam getting stiff "down there." The Daddy fantasies made Sam the stiffest. Maybe because kissing Daddy "that way" was extra naughty. Naughtier even maybe than the thought of kissing Uncle Paulie, his mother's brother. A man who had been paying extra attention to Sam, now that Sam thought of it, since the boy was nine. Sam managed to get through the rest of that Saturday and the next morning Sam, his Mom and Daddy and his pain-in-the-butt, eight-year-old-brother Bobby found themselves at 10 a.m. services with Reverend Sinner. Sam's mind was in turmoil, so he didn't pay much attention to the reverend's sermon. Though he did notice that the reverend seemed to be looking at Sam a lot. Looking at Sam, the pretty boy in the front pew, wearing that little-boy suit with the short pants. Showing all that delicious leg. And looking so innocent about it. Reverend Sinner couldn't help looking at Sam. Or his eight-year-old brother Bobby. He was pretty convinced that fantasizing about fucking Bobby as he was delivering his sermon was immoral. Though he would have to look that up. Reverend Sinner was not first in his class at seminary. But he saw nothing wrong with lusting after Sam. The boy was "of age." At least according to his favorite publication -- Sissy Boy magazine. Though Sam wasn't nearly as "hot to trot" as his baby brother. Bobby was sending more signals than a train crossing during rush hour. The pretty pre-teen (pre-TEN, more accurately) had his legs apart and had "forgotten" his panties. Giving Reverend Sinner a nice view of paradise's triad through the boys' wide shorts opening. Sam, on the other hand, appeared to be ambivalent. The young beauty could have seduced the heteroest hetero man, and a boy his age, with his deep needs wanted to drain his balls as often as possible. But he seemed uncomfortable with his intense sexuality. Fucking Bobby would be too easy. And immoral, according to Reverend Sinner's high, personal standards. But with a bit of effort, and some charm, Sam could be fully and completely possessed. Reverend Sinner hoped that his congregants couldn't see the huge hard-on tenting his vestments. Except for those few, salivating, young boys out there in the pews who had experienced the joys of that hard-on over the past few years. And several other, younger, up-and-cummers out there who were beginning to entertain prurient thoughts about Reverend Sinner. For his part, Sam was wondering how to interpret the looks Reverend Sinner was giving him. As well as some of the looks that other men had been giving him since around his tenth birthday. Was it time to start being flattered by that manly attention. And maybe returning the attention with some smiles and encouragement? Why not? As Reverend Sinner finished his sermon, Sam flashed the man a 100,000-watt smile. Which made the man actually stop speaking (unheard of in a preacher) and choke on his words. After the service, as the families were filing out past Reverend Sinner, the holy man greeted the Dickinmi family, Mom, Daddy, Sam and Jimmy, with particular warmth and an offer. "Say, Sam," Reverend Sinner said, "I know you need some service hours for your school project. I need some help with my records. Would you like to stay here and help me out? I'll reward us both with ice cream and have you home by six." Huh? Sam had no such project. What was Reverend Sinner saying? Oh. That. Hmmmm. "Sam, I didn't know you had a service project," Mom said. One of the turning point moments had arrived in young Sam's life. He could have said, "Mom, Reverend Sinner's lying. He wants to take me into the rectory, pull my pants down and stick his big cock into my bottom. He's a perv, Mom. Let's call the police!" That was a reasonable response to the offer. But Sam chose wisely. "Oh, yeah, Mom," Sam said. "I forgot to tell you. Thanks, Reverend Sinner. I'll help you. And ice cream sounds good." How could Mom and Daddy disagree with that generous, benign offer? Only Bobby had it all figured out. And he was envious that Reverend Sinner didn't ask him for an afternoon of fucking and sucking. Sam trembled a bit as he imagined what was in store for him that day. He was about to "try men." Though he was merely going to dip his toe into the water. Some kissing, maybe. A little stroking. And the only cream being shared would be the iced variety. Three -- Sam's near miss Two potential lovers. A man and a boy. Each with a different view of the afternoon ahead. Though both were exceedingly excited about it. Reverend Sinner was convinced that Sam's ass was his. Sam was convinced that he could control his own burning urges. Sam played the unwitting ingénue to perfection. "Where are the records you want me to help you with, Reverend Sinner?" "Right this way, Sam," said the spider to the fly. Reverend Sinner's office had a long couch where dozens of boys had met their "demise." None prettier than Sam. Sam noticed the couch right away. And resolved to avoid it. And to keep his pants on. He also noticed that there were no so-called "records." Thus no "service project." Which confirmed all of Sam's suspicions about the nature of Reverend Sinner's intentions. They were less than honorable. Good. The man chatted the boy up a bit, removing his heavy vestments as he asked Sam about school and such. Sam was trembling. Thinking about how he was in Reverend Sinner's power. The man could do almost anything to the boy and Sam would be powerless to stop him. And it was clear to Sam that the man wanted to take lots of liberties with him. Could he scream loud enough if he had to? Would he want to? Reverend Sinner savored the boy's reluctance. It was always more fun when they didn't surrender right away. To move things along, Reverend Sinner didn't stop at removing his vestments. He also removed his pants. His shoes and socks and his underpants. Sam saw his first mancock. Tall and proud. Skinned and dripping. Sam gasped. And began to reconsider his resistance. Maybe he could allow the man certain "liberties." Just to see if Sam liked liberties. Reverend Sinner smiled at the object of his seduction. Look at the way the young beauty was staring at his cock. He was hungry for it. This was going to be easy. Thus Reverend Sinner committed the sin of overconfidence. Was overconfidence really a sin? Probably. Most things seemed to be. But overconfidence was worse than a sin. It made Reverend Sinner miss out on some excellent "rookie nookie." His conquest secure, in his mind at least, Reverend Sinner puttered around his office a putter too much. He threw a clean sheet over his couch (cum stains are such a bother to remove). Then reached into his desk drawer and removed a large bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant. Just to be ready. Well... Sam didn't like that one itsy-bitsy. That, that MAN was assuming that Sam was some little give-it-up-easy tramp. That Sam would surrender his once-in-a-lifetime virginity to a man who probably notched his bedpost with boy conquests. Ick. "I'll be going now, Reverend Sinner," Sam said. "I'm sure you have other boys you can help with their projects." Leaving Reverend Sinner stunned that a boy, any boy, could resist his considerable charms. Especially after he had revealed his cock to the boy. The man considered his sins. Then called Larry Legsup's cell phone. The 12-year-old eagerly agreed to a Sunday afternoon rendezvous and Reverend Sinner was back on his game again. Sam was still unfucked. But seriously shopping for an appropriate cherry buster. Four -- Flirting and fucking Sam walked home, wondering what story he would concoct to tell his parents why he hadn't spent the afternoon with that arrogant prick Reverend Sinner. A working theory was that the holy man was called out to attend upon one of his sick parishioners. But Sam didn't need a story. He slid into the house, looking for Mom and Daddy. Not making any noise to announce his arrival. Where were they? He heard a noise upstairs. Were they in their bedroom? On an afternoon when they thought they would be alone? Why would they be there? Oh. That. Sam blushed a little thinking yet again that his parents still fucked at their advanced ages of 36 and 34. But that meant fucking was OK, right? Maybe so OK that Sam needed to start fucking pretty soon. Before he got old like Mom and Daddy. Sam had done some snooping about Mom and Daddy's sex life over the years. Not looking at them actually doing it. But discovering things. Like a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant that Daddy had carelessly left in Sam's view. Which Sam eventually reasoned meant that Mom was one of six or seven non-pornstar women in North America who submitted to her husband in matters of anal sex. Lucky Daddy. When Sam's parents emerged from their chamber of anal delights, it was 6 p.m. And all Sam had to say to "How was your afternoon with Reverend Sinner?" was "Fine." "We're going out tonight, Sam and Bobby's sleeping over at Nana's," Mom said. She always looked so happy when she was freshly fucked. Would Sam look like that? Out again, Sam thought. Which meant a babysitter. He was too old for babysitters but Mom wouldn't listen. Some dopey teen girl who would spend the whole evening texting. But then... "Uncle Paulie will be staying with you tonight and he says there's a good game you two can watch." Uncle Paulie. What an interesting development that was. Of all the men who had given Sam "that look," Uncle Paulie was the most persistent and hungriest "looker." Maybe the real game wouldn't be the one on TV that night. Mom microwaved a frozen macaroni and cheese for Sam, then she and Daddy went off to get dressed for their night out. (Daddy would have preferred a "night in") Uncle Paulie let himself in the house and was delighted to see Sam. "Hey, Buddy!" Uncle Paulie said. "I see my sister's cooking is just as good." "Hi, Uncle Paulie," Sam said. Smiling broadly. It was fun to watch Uncle Paulie's cock rise. He really was smitten with his nephew. Who at that moment decided that Uncle Paulie would be the man he tried first. Though Sam knew he would have to make the first move. They chatted a little until the parents appeared, chatted and left. The game would be on in 15 minutes, so Sam said, "I'll go get my jammies on then come down to watch the game with you, Uncle Paulie. Can we have popcorn?" Uncle Paulie wanted to share a lot more than popcorn with Paulie but he agreed. Sam gave the smitten man a sweet smile, then wiggled up the stairs to his room. Where he stripped nude and decided what constituted "jammies." It was a Yankee game they planned to watch. Daddy had an XXL Yankee tshirt in his room. Sam was a "small." Bingo. Sam went into his parents' room. Where it still smelled like cum. Good. They wouldn't notice when Sam and Uncle Paulie spunked up Sam's room. Sam found the tshirt -- and the Spermbutt for good measure -- and took them back to his room. He wondered if Uncle Paulie had seen him scooting from room to room. Nude. No matter. Uncle Paulie would see it all soon enough. Sam was swimming in the tshirt. It hung to his knees. And one shoulder was bare. Slippers or no? No. Sam looked in the mirror, proclaimed himself scrumptious and went downstairs to meet his destiny. In the person of 30-year-old Paul Poundboy. An unmarried construction worker with callused hands and big muscles. A very handsome and sweet man. Would he seduce Sam/allow Sam to seduce him? He'd be crazy not to. Sam walked down the stairs slowly. Waiting for Uncle Paulie to notice him. He didn't wait long. Paulie's eyes got wide and he drew a very long breath when he saw Sam. The boy was already the prettiest little prickteaser he had ever seen. But in that tshirt... He'd be raped in ten minutes if he went out like that. It was a good thing that Paulie had superhuman self-conrtol. Was Sam wearing anything under that shirt? Anything at all? Gulp. Was the boy's little prick sticking up under that shirt? It was!! Gulp. Gulp. The boy was saying something. "...make popcorn, Uncle Paulie?" Paulie shook his head to clear it. Then tried not to look at Sam below the neck. Which was no help, since Sam was so beautiful facially. Facially. Facial. Give the boy a cum facial. Stop thinking like that. Sam giggled to himself. Men were funny. Why didn't he just pull Sam's tshirt off and have his way with Sam? He wished Uncle Paulie would. [sigh] More flirting needed, apparently. Uncle Paulie fetched the popcorn and man and boy sat on the couch. Next to each other. Sharing the popcorn. Sam leaned into Uncle Paulie. Theoretically for better access to the popcorn. But even the sometimes "slow-group" Uncle Paulie was beginning to "smell the semen." Sam rubbing up against Paulie felt so effing good to his uncle. The boy was so beautiful and sexy. And that tshirt he was wearing said quite a bit about what Sam wanted that evening. It had little to do with baseball. But the boy was so young and the knives in his sister's kitchen were so sharp if she caught Paulie fucking her grossly underage son! Sam reached across his uncle for a pillow on the other side of him and the tshirt rode up. Leaving Sam's right thigh, hip and testicle exposed. He didn't attempt to cover himself. OK. Let's review. What does two plus two equal? Paulie leaned over and kissed his nephew. Right on the mouth. And waited. For the scream. The frantic escape. The call to the local constabulary. None of those happened. But a second kiss, initiated by Sam, did happen. Oh my. That second kiss took both their breaths away. Along with a good deal of each other's saliva. It was a very wet, tonguey kiss. That became more urgent and needy with each passing nanosecond. Sam, it seemed, had picked the right man to try. Paulie lifted Sam's tshirt up to uncover the boy's downy tummy, as well as his left testicle and pretty penis. Pretty and pretty stiff. Paulie had never been as excited in his life. And the excitement had just begun for them both. Sam was thrilled to show a man his penis. Especially a man as hunky as Uncle Paulie. Paulie certainly liked looking at his nephew's "pretty things." He'd like to show him his own manly package, but didn't want to scare the boy. Oops. That issue was resolved. Sam was pulling his Uncle Paulie's zipper down and [gulp] letting his stiffie breathe free air. Oh. It was a very nice stiffie! Seven-and-a-half inches, but very thin. Perfect for penetrating a virginal sissyboy's pussy. And for said sissyboy's maximum pleasure. Sam couldn't believe he was handling a man's privates. And loving it. The best fun was watching how much the Uncle Paulie liked being handled by the pretty boy. He groaned in erotic appreciation as Sam pulled his uncle's foreskin back and forth along the man's tender knob. As Sam explored and stroked, Paulie was having an intense erotic flashback. Seventeen years earlier. Paulie was 13. His sister, Allie, Sam's mother, was 17 and was dating an extraordinarily hunky, 18-year-old young man named Derek. Young Paulie could see that Derek and Allie were very "into" each other, mainly because Derek was "into" Allie every chance they got. For a young, hormones-raging boy in the pre-Try Boys/Try Men era, it was all very confusing. Paulie liked girls. Right? He was "normal." Right? But whenever he saw Derek, especially on those rare occasions when he was alone with Derek, Paulie had had strange feelings. His ears would get hot and he would stammer whenever Derek spoke to him. Derek seemed amused by Paulie's discomfort. Though not in a mean way. Did Paulie have a crush on Derek? No. Maybe. Yes. A crush that went unrequited until THAT DAY. On THAT DAY, Allie was late getting home for her date with Derek, who showed up on time. And was alone in the house with Paulie. A boy who, Derek thought, was just as pretty as his sister. And, unless Derek's senses were all malfunctioning, ached for Derek's cock. Derek was so sure, THAT DAY, that he asked Paulie straight out. "I think you're very pretty. As pretty as your sister. And I think you like me. The way Allie likes me. Is that true?" Paulie's face flushed crimson red. How did Derek know? Paulie opened his mouth to deny everything. Desperate to prove his non-sissiness. But words didn't come out of young Paulie's mouth. Derek's tongue went in. Derek was French-kissing Paulie and, oh my, sliding his hand down the back of Paulie's pants! And underwear! Derek had his hand on Paulie's bare... Oh! Derek slid his finger into 13-year-old Paulie's bottomhole! Violating the boy! Semi-raping him! Paulie wanted to struggle. Get away. It was all so gay and Paulie liked girls. He thought. Had to get... Cowabunga! That wasn't in the script. What!?!?!?!? Derek had found Paulie's prostate and was using two very aggressive fingers to show Paulie who was the sissyboy and who was the alpha male. Paulie simpered his way to sissyhood. Whimpering in erotic agony as Derek massaged his inner "boy's place" and tongue-kissed his sweet mouth to a glorious, squealing, shivering orgasm. Paulie sucked Derek's cock that day and would have gladly submitted to a full fucking. But Allie arrived and Derek went all hetero again. Derek went off to college the next day and he and Allie broke up soon after. So Paulie was never fucked. But imagined the possibilities every day for the rest of his life. One strong possibility was that one day, he'd be Derek and a pretty sissyboy would be Paulie. That day, that moment had arrived. Uncle Paulie enjoyed Sam handling his privates so nicely, but asked him to stop. The man's sperm belongs in the boy's mouth...or in his bumhole. Not on some Kleenex at the bottom of the garbage. "Take your shirt off, Sam. I want to see how beautiful your naked body is before I fuck you." Sam flinched at the direct words. Naked. Fucked. His destiny. In order of occurrence. The boy considered whether he would allow it. Versus walk away as he had with that Reverend Sinner creep. Uncle Paulie was a good guy. He deserved a proper ball-draining. And so did Sam. Sam removed his shirt and stood, naked and blushing, before his delighted uncle. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, Sam" Paulie said with 99% honesty. To Paulie, Derek would always be the epitome of beauty, but perhaps Paulie had idealized Derek in his mind over the past 17 years. No matter. Paulie's praise was true enough. Sam beamed. And erected even more fully. Paulie noticed. "I'm going to suck your cock and let you cum in my mouth before I fuck you. It'll relax you. Oh, and does your Daddy have any Spermbutt. It's an anal..." "I borrowed some from him. For tonight. If we needed it. It's in my room." Paulie smiled. The boy had planned well. He deserved a nice, comfortable, Spermbutt-aided fucking. "Let's go to your room, then." Sam scooped up his tshirt -- evidence of malfeasance, should Mom and Daddy come home early. Upstairs, the lovers would have enough warning to have a fighting chance for plausible denial. Sam led the way upstairs. Giving Paulie an excellent view of his cock's future home. It was a scorchingly beautiful asshole. Virginal. Tight as a Scotsman on a fixed income. They arrived at the scene of the joy-to-be and entered. Leaving the door open to hear any unwanted occupants returning. Sam lay on his bed, on his stomach and spread his bottomcheeks with his hands. Showing Paulie "pink." And changing the agenda. Hot, wet analingus seemed more appropriate. Urgently more appropriate. Paulie fell on his task with eager lust. Thrusting his tongue deeply within Sam's hot, tangy hole. Making the boy's libido explode. Oh! It was way better than Sam could have imagined 32 hours ago when he first considered sex with a man. And in the previous months when he had considered squandering his sexuality with girls. Uncle Paulie's tongue was excavating its way to Sam's erotic soul. Paulie was thrilled beyond measure at his nephew's responsiveness. The boy loved sex! He loved being sexed. He loved sexing. And he was all Paulie's. The way the boy was squealing and squirming, he wanted to be fucked so badly that Paulie resolved to scrap the usual foreplay. But he couldn't scrap the need to dilate and penetrate. So he went to work on Sam's love hole. Fingering it -- one -- two -- three -- with ample globs of Spermbutt and larger globs of lustful adoration. In ten minutes, the boy was ready. Scorchingly ready. Wetly ready. To begin enjoying his destiny. And Uncle Paulie's long, thin cock. The best kind for painless boy-fucking. With lots of satisfying deepness. And ample prostate-rubbing. Sam winced as Uncle Paulie slid his thin knob past Sam's constricted sphincter. It stung briefly, then all was well. Sensing Sam's desire/need for a full ration of cock, Uncle Paulie pushed on. Hard. Sliding all seven-and-a-half inches into the erotic furnace that was his nephew's pussy. Sam squealed with small discomfort and large lust. When Uncle Paulie began to fuck Sam fully, Sam was hooked on the sissyboy life. His body was alive for the first time in his sweet existence. Submitting to a man and all of the man's disgusting needs. Letting a man USE him as a depository for his sperm. While pleasuring the boy in ways he could have hardly imagined. Thinking of all that, while feeling the thremonuclear attack on his prostate, made it VERY difficult to keep his testicles tidy. Ooops. Sam stepped in front of the bullettrain to Paris. Going 102 mph. And his baby bullets left the only home they'd ever known. The boy began helplessly ejaculating all over the sheets. Crying out in an agony of ecstasy. That's what I'm talking about! Uncle Paulie was extremely proud of himself. Even though he didn't know that he'd given his nephew the first orgasm of his pretty life. Paulie was proud enough that he'd given his sexual partner such visible joy. Which is a rare thing for someone who thinks he's a hetero male. Paulie's excitement went from his brain to his testicles. One huge spurt leapt from Paulie's cock into Sam's bowels. Then another. Creamy glob after creamy glob. Seven in all. Deep within Sam's insides. Sam loved "squishy butt." He loved fucking. He loved Uncle Paulie. And he loved men. Men were sure to love Sam. Any way the boy wished. And in any position. Sam's life would be far, far better because he tried men. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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