Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 16:28:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys Home-Schooled Sissyboys By Beautiful Creamer One -- A Well-Run Household Benny Boffwell screamed in ecstatic agony as his shuddering, heaving orgasm overtook him. Benny's balls ached with the intensity of his climax as his lover, whose full weight was atop the 13-year-old boy, pumped his large, manly cock into the boy's ravaged asshole. Benny dug his nails into his lover's back and cried out, "Cum inside me, Daddy. Now, please. Make me your little sissyboy fuck toy!" Benny's Daddy, intent on his own orgasm now that his son had been satisfied, did just that. He pushed and shoved, attached his lips to Benny's and then, grunting manfully, emptied his huge, cream-filled balls into his son's bowels. For the fourth time in the past 12 hours -- which included eight hours of sleep. Benny adored his Daddy. There was no better lover in the whole world. And he so wanted to make his Daddy enjoy that fuck and every fuck they experienced together. It was about love and sex and making Daddy happy. But it was also about a much stronger emotion. Sibling rivalry. Benny wanted Daddy to love him best. To ache for his kisses the most. To feel happiest when his big, Daddyish cock was in Benny's bottom. Not his brothers' bottoms. He loved his brothers too. But he still competed with them. For Daddy's love and just about everything else. Sometimes Benny thought he was winning in the Sib Race. Sometimes he thought he fell behind 14-year-old Andy or 12-year-old Charlie. Or both of them. Plus, there was an up-and-cummer to contend with -- 11-year-old Davey. Not yet exactly for Davey, thank goodness. Daddy had a strict rule about his sons and sex. He never fucked them until they were old enough to shoot their boy's cream. Davey wasn't there yet, though every day he got Daddy to suck him off -- as Daddy fingered his pootie -- the little Daddy hog. Before you knew it, Davey would be spurting and Benny would have to share Daddy with three brothers, not just two. [Sigh] Benny's life could be a lot worse. He had the greatest, sexiest, most sensible Daddy in the world. He lived in a great house with everything he needed. Besides Daddy, he had tons of boyfriends and manfriends who kept his bottom filled. And he had his brothers. That Saturday morning, Andy, who was a new freshman at Manson High School, was sharing the bed of the principal, Mr. Shagboy. Benny always thought his eldest was a suckup, but this took the cake. "It's never too early to do the right things for your future," Andy had told his younger brothers. Acting like the mature, oldest in birth order and all. "Mr. Shagboy is a very nice man and he could be `useful' to us all at the high school. Plus, he's very hunky and he hit on me the very moment I met him." That was no surprise, Benny thought. The Boffwells were known all over town for their beauty and their sexual docility for the right man or older boy. Andy, Benny had to admit, was particularly gorgeous. Not that Benny, Charlie or Davey were "arfies." They were all lovely boys and coveted by every man with a palpitating testicle and a functioning brain. While Andy spent a lot of his time making local men happy, Charlie was working his way through the senior class at Manson High. That morning, he was enjoying a noisy fuck with his overnight date, Lance Boyce, the football quarterback. Charlie had told Lance that he could get an "all-night Charlie" if the Manson High Stalkers won or a Playboy and a Vaseline jar if they lost. Lance threw six touchdown passes and the Stalkers won by 35 points. Maybe Charlie should coach the team. Davey was in his room playing "sissyboy tickles" with his classmate and friend Johnny. Benny didn't think Johnny would be welcome for a while in Davey's bed, since he had started spunking up two weeks earlier and Davey was envious. Benny stopped thinking about his brothers and turned his attention back to Daddy, who was breathing very heavily after Benny's magnificent performance of the fine art of sex. He wouldn't have Daddy again for whole three days -- four if that little stinker Davey spunked in the next two days. So he wanted to leave Daddy something to remember him by. He kissed Daddy deeply, then had him roll onto his stomach, displaying his nice, tight, hairy ass to Benny's lustful gaze. What he was about to do, he knew Daddy liked, but Andy and Charlie found "icky." How could licking your Daddy's tart, hairy asshole be icky? Daddy loved it and it always made the parental cock stand at attention. Benny dove in. Licking. Listening to Daddy's hot moans. Then Daddy rolled onto his back and displayed the thick wood that Benny had produced. Knowing he richly deserved the fuck he was about to experience, Benny straddled Daddy, his cock pointing Daddyward. He sat on Daddy's fat rammer and began the best thrill ride on earth. Up and down. Gasping at every nip on his prostate. Deeply in love with his Daddy. And with sex. And men and boys in general. The loving couple writhed and twisted and sighed and pumped and gasped and spurted all into and over each other, then settled into a tender cuddle. Until the mood was shattered. Youngest son Davey and his lover-of-the-moment Johnny knocked once, then burst into Daddy's bedroom. Benny vowed to punch his jerky little brother's face the next chance he got. The night and morning time with Daddy wasn't to be interrupted except for an emergency. Or major event. Maybe Davey finally... "Daddy, Daddy," Davey squealed happily. "I did it; I did it. Look at Johnny's face!" Daddy and Benny looked. That pretty, little, 11-year-old confection Johnny's face was drenched in cum. From the pattern, it was clearly not Johnny's own spunk. That meant that Davey had finally begun to shoot his boyish juices! Benny forgave his brother. That was truly a great day for a Boffwell boy. Or any boy. But for a Boffwell, it meant a good stiff fucking from Daddy. Followed by another good, stiff Daddy fuck. Then, as your turn came up, a night and morning of good, stiff fuckings from Daddy. Even though Benny's Daddy time had been sliced, Benny was happy for Davey. He even offered to switch places with Daddy and Davey. Leaving Davey in Daddy's arms while he saw what it was that Davey saw in that little cutie Johnny. But Daddy was wise as always. "We'll spend a night of love tonight, Sweetheart," he said to Davey. "When Daddy's `resources' haven't been drained by your beautiful brother. Now you and Johnny run along and have some more fun. Tonight will be very special." Benny shuddered at the thought of a special night with Daddy. Davey was practically pooping himself at the notion. It was something he had wanted since he could remember. A night with Daddy! Then another one every four nights thereafter! Ohhhh. Daddy watched the two little dickpleasers move toward the bedroom door. Checking out not only Davey's plump, pretty tushie, but also Johnny's. He would definitely like some of that. Both of that. And he knew it was his for the asking. It was great to be Daddy. The boys almost left the room when Daddy stopped them. "Wait, my darlings." Daddy said. "I never got to taste Davey's first cream. Let me lick it off your face, Johhny." The boys looked at each other and their cocks twitched. Then they sissy-ran back to Daddy's bed. Johnny straddled Daddy's stomach and sat on it, then leaned over to let Daddy lick Davey's drying boy's cream off of Johnny's pretty face. "Yum" Daddy said as he kissed Johnny and licked off his fourth son's virginal sperm. It was really quite delicious and so was Johnny, who leaned forward and rubbed his stiff pickle on Daddy's tummy as the man kissed and licked his face. Ever mindful of jealousies, Daddy stopped licking Johnny's face and said to Davey, "I think I'd like to drink a fresh batch now, Sweetie. Johnny, would you like to see if I have a fresh batch for you while I do that?" Then Daddy added, "Benny, I'm sorry, but this is a big day for your brother." Benny, who was a good. loving boy, kissed Daddy and said, "I know, Daddy. Enjoy. I'm taking a shower. Mr. Hardman is picking me up in an hour. I'll be spending the day and the night with him. You'll love tonight, Squirt. Tell me all the details when I get home tomorrow." And he left. Daddy watched as Davey scrambled up to straddle Daddy's shoulders and slide his four-inch stiffie into Daddy's loving mouth. Johnny eagerly slid down to take Daddy's half-stiff, well-used big boy into his boyish mouth. Davey had sucked Daddy's thick meat dozens of times, but has never been fucked. And had never creamed in Daddy's mouth. What a next-24-hours this would be! Johnny, who had sucked half the cocks on the Manson High football team, had Daddy groaning as he made Davey squeal with lust. Davey pushed and grunted softly as he "fucked Daddy's mouth," slapping his tiny ball bag against Daddy's chin with each thrust. Daddy endured one of the better blowjobs of his life as he gave Davey what was clearly the best suck-off he had ever received. To sweeten things up a little, Daddy slid two fingers into Davey's sweet anus, delighting his son even more and bringing the boy to the edge of Cum Cliff. The second "wet one" of Davey's young life was gathering in the boy's tender sack. Closer. Point of no return. "Oh, Daddy, I love you!!!" Davey screamed as he pumped out four thick glops of the world's sweetest treat into Daddy's wet, loving mouth. Daddy sucked it all up with gusto, then surrendered helplessly to his own gut-wrenching orgasm, filling Johnny's mouth and widening the boy's eyes with lustful wonder. It was true. Eleven-year-old Davey had joined the I-can-squirt club. And his life as a pretty boy had entered a new phase. Johnny and Davey lay at on either side of Daddy, alternating kisses until Daddy said that fair was fair and he would have to suck Johnny off. The lovely house guest took the position Davey had recently vacated, then fucked Daddy's mouth as Davey fingered Johnny's prostate. Soon enough, Daddy had another portion of "Daddy's nourishment" from sweet Johnny. Daddy would have to figure out a way to work Johnny into the "rotation" without ticking off his son. That sweet little creampuff needed a man's cock in his bottom. Why not Daddy's? Two -- Daddy and the Boys Things hadn't always been so good for Daddy. Two years earlier, after his wife ran off, leaving him with four boys aged 12, 11, 10 and 9, to raise, he was overextended, lonely, exhausted and terribly randy. Daddy had always, well almost always, been completely heterosexual. He loved the boys' mother, but she did him wrong -- deserting him and the boys. Poor Daddy's balls were full and unemptied every night. Even though Daddy was so hunky that lots of ladies would drop their panties for him, Daddy was sort of angry about women in general. And he wasn't attracted to men at all. That left boys. But Daddy couldn't do anything with his own little angels. They were all cute as speckled puppies, but sex with his own boys would be wrong. Really wrong. Right? Andy, the eldest and most responsible didn't think so. He was only 12, but he dreamed about his Daddy every night. And every day. His little cockie got stiff thinking about being in bed with Daddy. Naked. Kissing. He wasn't sure what they would do after the kissing. That was up to Daddy. But he sure wanted to find out. Andy reasoned that Daddy needed some physical love as much as Andy did. Maybe Daddy would be attracted to Andy if he dressed the way Mommy did. Mommy had escaped with her boyfriend in such a hurry that she left quite a bit of her "girlies" behind. Andy wasn't eager to put on ladies' panties and stockings, but if it made his Daddy happy...and got Andy into bed with Daddy, well... So one night, when his 9-, 10-, and 11-year-old brothers were in bed, Andy put on some of Mom's stuff he had found in the attic. A pink, babydoll nightie, matching panties and garter belt and pink, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings. Andy thought he looked pretty girlie, which he didn't particularly like, but he thought Daddy would. Andy waited until he heard Daddy turn off the TV in his bedroom. Then he waited fifteen minutes, took a deep breath, opened Daddy's bedroom door and got into bed with a half-asleep Daddy. Daddy was on his back, breathing sleepily. Naked, as he always was when he slept. Andy took a deep breath, snuggled up to Daddy and held Daddy's half-stiff cock in his little hand. Andy gasped at the size of Daddy's "big boy." It was thick and hot. With a long, thick foreskin that covered all but the peehole -- which drooled out a wet little pearl as Andy measured the paternal cock's hefty girth. Daddy stirred a little as Andy carefully stroked the silky shaft. When Andy pulled back the foreskin to expose Daddy's pink knob, Daddy moaned, "Oh, Ellen, that feels so good." "So far so good," Andy thought. "Daddy thinks it's Mommy stroking his cock. But I'm the lucky one tonight, not Mommy." Then, following an instinct he didn't know he had, Andy placed a soft kiss on Daddy's wet, pink cockhead. Which woke Daddy halfway. And made him turn his head to see why Ellen had returned to him. And why she was in bed with him, wearing that pink babydoll he loved to fuck her in. Dreamily, he looked at "Ellen's" face and noted vaguely that she had gotten younger. And prettier. And had developed a real knack for stroking cock. Then his awakeness notched up to around 85% and nothing seemed to make sense. Until he was 100% awake. And saw his 12-year-old son Andy. In femmy attire. Stroking his Daddy's cock. Daddy made a sound that sounded like "Eeeeuuuunnnhhh." A manly unnh, mixed with an unmanly eek. Which startled Andy. And scared him a little. Especially when Daddy shouted, "What are you doing?" Andy's eyes filled with tears. There was no reason for Daddy to shout and hurt his feelings. Andy took his hand off Daddy's cock and sobbed out, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just thought you were so lonely and missed Mommy. And the things you two did in the bedroom. Together. I thought if you and I did some of them. You wouldn't be so sad." Now it was time for Daddy's eyes to well up with tears. What a kind, sweet son he and Ellen had raised. He had to concede that to the bitch, may she rot in a feces pit. But what Andy proposed, delightful as it sounded, was way too improper for Daddy to even vaguely consider. Or it would have been, if Andy hadn't been so darned beautiful. And vulnerable. And wounded by Daddy's potential rejection. Who knew what sort of future neuroses Daddy could engender by rejecting Andy's brave and generous gesture? Daddy knew he couldn't just turn Andy away completely. So he compromised. The way politicians and businesspeople did all the time to get things done. Big things. Compromise. Everyone gets something. No one gets everything. Minimal hard feelings. The way the "big boys" do things. In that spirit, Daddy leaned over and kissed sweet, gorgeous Andy on his full lips. Which should have been enough to ward off those neuroses. But all it did was make Daddy's cock very, very hard. And it had the identical effect on Andy. Daddy broke the kiss and was composing a speech, a really good one, about how grateful he was to Andy, but they would just have to stop at that one kiss. Another few message points for the speech too -- about parental responsibility and lines that couldn't be crossed. It would have been a really good speech. But while Daddy was composing it, Andy stuck his tongue into Daddy's mouth and started skinning Daddy's cockhead again. Nicely. Daddy couldn't very well make that speech with his mouth full of Andy's tongue. Or his cockhead dripping goo at firehouse flow rates, could he? And he certainly couldn't deliver a speech when Andy resumed kissing and licking Daddy's flaming, pink cockhead. Could he? No one says anything very coherent when they're pumping spunk, and that was what Daddy did when Andy licked it out of him. [Sigh.] A good speech that was never given. Daddy's first thoughts, after his balls were emptied and the shame and guilt muscles flexed themselves, were: "I'm the worst father in the world. My life is ruined. I'm going to jail." But Mr. Shame and Mr. Guilt always seem to leave the building when Mr. Left Testicle and his right-handed twin recharge. Then Daddy began to think of fairness. There was his beautiful son, who had gone to all that trouble to dress up (unnecessarily, as it turned out) and suck his Daddy's cock (quite necessarily, as it turned out). The pretty little angel's face was drenched with his father's stored-up, hot, creamy load. The boy's little, four-inch, perfect jewel was stiff and drippy. And there was Daddy. Thinking only of himself. His own potential incarceration. His own real-life, nutbuster of an orgasm. Selfish. That was what he was. A failure as a father. Unless he was fair. Reciprocal. Eye for an eye. Suck for a suck. The right thing to do. A teaching moment for a father to a son. If not for rationalization, how could any of us get out of bed in the morning? Rationalization kept Daddy in bed with Andy. And Andy's pretty cock in Daddy's mouth. Daddy had never sucked a cock before. Though there was that near miss with his friend Kevin in the seventh grade. Nor had another male sucked Daddy's cock until Andy did that night. Just Ellen and Mary Jane Quimm in high school. Andy was a better cocksucker than either woman. And it was his first attempt. Imagine the possibilities as he gained experience! And technique. Daddy hoped he was doing a good job sucking Andy's cock. It certainly excited Daddy to be sucking the little bijou. But the best part was Andy's squealing, wriggling appreciation. He never got that from Ellen. Well, at first, but she didn't act like that for very long. Making someone happy sexually was a big turnon for Daddy. And Andy was enjoying every millisecond of his first cocksucking. The boy enjoyed his first orgasm even more. Andy had heard the boys at school talking about "cumming," but he thought a lot of them were just bragging. Andy had never "cum" and thought he was still too young to do it. He was wrong. Andy's first spermblast surprised him, delighted him, scared him and debilitated him. He shuddered and squealed as he released his juices into Daddy's loving mouth. Devastated by his own pleasure. His guts were ripped out. His balls ached. He felt dirty and naughty and all he could think of to say, when he regained a foothold on earth, was "Can we do that again, Daddy?" Daddy and Andy sucked each other off again that magical night. The next night, Daddy welcomed Andy to his bed, minus the unnecessary girlie clothes. And Daddy taught Andy about fucking. A lesson Andy learned very well. And applied virtually every day during the past two delightful years. As each boy gained "spunkiness," Daddy introduced them to fucking. They all adored being little sissyboy fuck toys for their Daddy and other, manlier boys and men. The morning Davey achieved "spermhood," Daddy was tingling with excitement about the little angel's imminent deflowering. Davey would be tight. Very tight. Daddy knew that, so he would make sure there would be lots of lube available. Who was Daddy kidding? The Boffmores always had plenty of lube. They bought it in 55-gallon drums. Maybe Daddy would give Davey an enema. Benny had an enema his first time and the little dickpleaser still wanted one from Daddy once a month or so. But Charlie just didn't take to enemas. He was so direct. Cut to the fucking, that was Charlie. Maybe he would ask Davey if he wanted an enema. No. The boy wanted to be dominated as he was fucked. They all did and do. Not answer a bunch of wimpy questions as if Daddy were a waiter asking if they want their salad dressing on the side. Daddy would decide. He did decide. No enemas. Just lubing and fucking. There. Daddy wondered if Davey's friend Johnny would want an enema. If Daddy fucked him. He was a tasty little treat all right. And a sad case. Davey had told Daddy that Johnny's father wouldn't even fuck him. Can you imagine? Letting an exquisite angel like that suffer the scourge of blue balls? And feeling unloved and rejected by his father? Daddy had read about similar cases of abuse, but he didn't think he would ever see one. It made no sense. Daddy fully understood the laws and societal restrictions against heterosexual incest. The gene pool must be stirred or bad things happen to the offspring. But what the heck was wrong with a father and son or brother and brother relationship, or its female-female counterparts? No biological imperatives there. Just priggish society at work. Oh well. After Daddy initiated Davey properly, it would be a simple matter to lure Johnny to Daddy's bed. It was the kind, decent thing to do for the boy. Given his sad family situation. In the next chapters, Davey gets home schooled in sex and we learn more about Charlie. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5, 2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay-incest) August 1, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) August 15, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) August 22, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008