Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 07:48:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys 3 Home-Schooled Sissyboys -- Part Three By Beautiful Creamer One -- Charlie seals the deal Daddy was stunned when his third son, 12-year-old Charlie, burst into Daddy's bedroom to show Daddy and his 11-year-old brother Davey that his manfriend, 41-year-old Mr. Splitter had given Charlie a three-carat engagement ring. And that he wanted Charlie to become "Mrs. Splitter," the man's boy-wife. Davey wasn't as stunned as he was ticked. Charlie interrupted Daddy just as he was about to stuff Davey's bottom with his fat, manly cock. Again. But Charlie was too excited to worry about that. He had some "convincing" to do with Daddy. And "convincing" required privacy. "Davey," Charlie said, "I'm really sorry, but could I please speak to Daddy alone?" Davey's impulse was to tell Charlie to go pound sand. Daddy was just about to give Davey a good, stiff fucking and he wanted it really badly. Still, there would be other fucks. Plenty of them. And it didn't hurt to be nice to your brothers now and then. So Davey left Charlie and an unconvinced, but randy Daddy alone. At Charlie's mercy. With Davey gone, Charlie began to make his case. Step One was to strip naked and get into bed with Daddy. Then get Daddy's attention by cuddling up and stroking Daddy's cock as he said, "He loves me, Daddy and I know how much you believe in romance." It was true. Daddy was a sap for a good love story. He opened his mouth to say something wise and daddyish, but Charlie said, "And I love him. Very much. Plus Mr. Splitter said to tell you that he would follow all the suggested guidelines of the ABWA." Responding to Daddy's puzzled look, Charlie said, "The American Boy-Wife Association. All the guidelines. The marriage would be for one year, renewable every year by the husband, the boy-wife and the boy-wife's Daddy. I would live with my husband, but would spend two days and nights each week at home for `conjugal visits' with you and my brothers. What's a conjugal visit, Daddy?" Daddy thought, a "conjugal visit" schedule is something that would make me willing to consider the deal. He said to Charlie, "That's when I fuck you, Sweetheart." Charlie considered that. Then he said, "Oh. Could we have a conjugal visit right now, Daddy? I think you're ready." You never had Daddy twice for a fuck. Charlie climbed on top of Daddy, impaled himself on Daddy's hard, fat cock, and kissed Daddy as he rode him to a nice mutual orgasm. Later, lying on top of Daddy, bottom still stuffed with Daddy's wilting cock, Charlie said, "Oh, and I almost forgot. There's also the `reverse dowry.'" Reverse dowry? Daddy didn't know what that meant. Charlie said, "That's when the husband gives the boy-wife's family a whole bunch of money. It's all in that letter Mr. Splitter wrote you, Daddy. It's in my pants over there." Daddy's cock twitched. The words "a whole bunch of money" will do that. He wanted to see how much, but didn't want Charlie to think he was crass. Charlie could see that he was near to closing the deal, so he got out of bed and retrieved the letter for Daddy. "Open it, Daddy. I want you to." Daddy opened it. And read it. "I deeply love your son. [yadda yadda] Will do all I can to make him happy. [yadda yadda] Guidelines of ABWA. [yadda yadda] Reverse dowry in the amount of..." Holy moley! The amount was staggering. Enough for Daddy to... He read more of the letter. "I wanted to ensure a financial future for not only Charlie, but for you and your boys. I wouldn't want my father-in-law to ever have to work again. He should be home taking care of his boys. And, when they grow up, other deserving boys, since I have also purchased for you a lifetime membership in the `dating service' which matched me with Charlie. The dating service will ensure that you always have pretty companions. Let's have lunch soon to discuss details. I hope you'll give this loving union your blessing and will welcome me as your son-in-law." Daddy put the letter down, looked at Charlie and said, "Here comes the boy bride." Two -- Sunday with the Boffwells Daddy got out of bed and stood naked, looking out the window as he spoke on the phone to Mr. Splitter, his son-in-law-to-be. His enrapturedly happy, eternally grateful and beautifully naked son Charlie was hugging his Daddy from behind. The boy's tummy was cummy and he was rubbing his spent boy's cream on Daddy's hairy bottom as he encircled Daddy with his loving arms. Charlie also rubbed his limp, drooling cock along Daddy's bottom crack as he kissed Daddy's strong back muscles. Charlie only heard one side of the conversation, but it went like this: "Yes, Mr. Splitter, I give my blessing to you and Charlie getting married and I'm sure you'll be very happy together. OK, sure. Rex it is. I'm Harry. Right. Say, Rex, why don't you come for dinner tonight at six. Nothing fancy. Just you and us. Give you a chance to get to know your fiancé's brothers. [chuckle] Yeah, I know. They're little cockteasers, but we'l1 all wear clothes this evening, OK? Great. See you then. And Rex...welcome to the family. You too." [click] Daddy turned and scooped Charlie into his arms, from which position Charlie showered his Daddy with a cascade of grateful kisses. Which got them so excited that they fucked again -- that time with Charlie on his back and his calves on Daddy's shoulders. But then they HAD to stop, or they would all miss noon mass at St. Loveboy's Church. And that never happened. Daddy kicked some pretty ass and got all his boys fed and dressed and in the pew by noon. The front pew. Where they always sat. Right in front of Father Spendmore. Which was quite distracting to the man as he tended to his flock. Especially since the four pretty boys wore such cute, boyish outfits. English-schoolboy-style blazers, shirts, ties and short shorts -- with wide cuff openings that showed which boys had remembered their underpants and which hadn't. As usual, all four boys were forgetful that day. Father Spendmore managed to make it through the service and he stood at the door to say goodbye to the parishioners. The last of whom to leave were the Boffwells. Each boy flirted with Father a bit. Then Andy leaned over and whispered into the priest's ear, "My house at seven. Bring your toothbrush." Something stirred in Father's cassock. He and Andy had been lovers for nearly two years. And showed no sign of stopping. Daddy thought about that. A priest and a boy had become such a cliché. But that wasn't fair to Father Spendmore. Anyone who molested an unwilling boy or girl, man or woman should be locked up. But Daddy's boys and lots more like them were VERY willing. Should everyone just pretend that many boys didn't want men's cocks in their bottoms? Apparently that was conventional wisdom. Riding home from church, Daddy asked the boys about their plans for the evening. Andy had Father Spendmore staying in his room. Normally, a man would take a Boffwell boy to the man's house, but Daddy understood that wasn't an option for the priest. Benny was "entertaining" his 17-year-old friend Dick Harter. Dick was taking Benny to the Homecoming Dance at Manson High in a couple of weeks and all of Dick's friends were way envious. It was Charlie's night with Daddy, but Daddy magnanimously offered Charlie's ass to Mr. Splitter for the night, since they were newly engaged and all that. Charlie gratefully accepted. So Daddy said to Davey, "I guess it's you and me again tonight, Sport. Is your pretty ass ready for that?" Davey frowned cutely. "Daddy, I...I thought you were going to be with Charlie tonight so I called my teacher, Mr. Pokehard. After dinner, I'm going to his house. Now that I can." That was a kick in the gut. But Daddy asked parental questions. "How long have you and Mr. Pokehard been..." "Oh no, Daddy," Davey said. "We haven't been fucking! Ever. I told Mr. Pokehard I was saving myself for my Daddy." That made Daddy feel a bit better. "What have you two been doing then?" Davey blushed a little. "Every day at lunchtime, when everyone leaves the room, I come back. Mr. Pokehard locks the door and we take our pants and underpants off. I sit on his lap and we kiss and tickle until it feels really good. " "Have you sucked his cock?" Davey blushed crimson. But told the truth. "Oh, yes, Daddy. He's so nice and he makes so much cum. And he loves me, Daddy." Everyone loved his boys, Daddy thought. And why wouldn't they? Daddy was almost resigned to a night of celibacy. What did people do nights if they didn't fuck? Watch television? He could do that. He guessed. But then it was Davey to the rescue. "Johnny's mom thinks he's coming over tonight for a sleepover with me. But I'll be at Mr. Pokehard's. So maybe he could have a sleepover with you, Daddy." Well. That was better. Way better. That hot, little, virginal piece Johnny would be warming Daddy's bed that evening and night. Two virgins in two nights! Daddy was the man! When they got home from church, Daddy organized things for company that night. Then he asked Andy, "Got room for your old Dad in that pretty bottom of yours, Honey?" Andy eagerly agreed. The other three boys took a nap. Together. In a naked heap. Fucking makes one happy but tired. Daddy gave Andy a nice, long, relaxed fuck, then, as Andy napped, got dressed for dinner and did all the cooking. He woke the boys at five knowing they would need half an hour to "relieve tensions" with each other then another 30 minutes to get dressed for dinner and their dates. Rex Splitter rang the doorbell at precisely six. He was a very handsome man. Daddy could see why Charlie was attracted to him, though Daddy wasn't. Men didn't interest Daddy. Daddy welcomed Mr. Splitter in and Charlie ran up to his fiancé, kissing and hugging him. It was wonderful to see Charlie so happy. And it was funny to watch the other three little scamps flirting with Mr. Splitter as they ate their tuna noodle casserole (it's really good with crumbled potato chips and fake cheese), salad and bread. Daddy was worried that Andy and Benny would be miffed, their younger brother getting married before they did and all that. But it seemed that the older boys were quite happy being single. At seven precisely, dates arrived and Charlie and Mr. Splitter left. Daddy gave Mr. Pokehard a cold stare and told him to be good to Davey. The poor guy couldn't wait to get Davey out of there, into his bed, then shove his big Johnson where it had been aching to go. Daddy was comforted to know that Davey would be getting a good ass-fucking every lunchtime at school. It would calm him down and let him concentrate on his studies more. Two couples -- Father Spendmore and Andy and Dick Harter and Benny -- were in the boys' rooms and already well at-it when, at 7:15, young Johnny arrived. Daddy's heart melted as he considered his prize for the evening. The boy was delicious. Every bit as beautiful as a Boffwell. And he was red hot for Daddy to fuck him. How can you beat that? Daddy held Johnny's hand and looked into his beautiful, blue eyes. "Are you sure you want me to make love to you tonight, Darling," Daddy asked. "I don't want to hurt you, but the first time will involve pain." Johnny's eyes welled up. "Oh, Mr. Boffwell. I hope you still want me. I know I'm not as pretty as your boys, but I need you, Mr. Boffwell. I've been dreaming about you making love to me since I was, well, a lot younger. Davey told me it hurts, but I don't care. I want you to fuck me. Please, Mr. Boffwell!" Daddy's heart split in two as he hugged the sobbing boy. "Oh no, Sweetheart. I'm not rejecting you. I just want to make sure you want this. I'm VERY excited about making love to you. And you're every bit as pretty and sexy as a Boffwell boy." Johnny's tears stopped immediately and he smiled broadly. "Thank you, Mr. Boffwell, thank you," he cried out. Then he kissed Daddy right on the lips and slipped him his tongue. Which Daddy sucked greedily. After a few blissful moments of deep kissing, Johnny broke it off and asked, quite sweetly, "Can we fuck now?" At your service, young sir, Daddy thought. Daddy led Johnny to the master bedroom, where he had serial-fucked not only his own boys, but quite a few of their pretty friends. But Johnny was one of the prettiest. And the randiest. No sweet talk necessary for this little cockpleaser. Since Johnny had been Davey's favorite playmate for quite some time, Daddy had seen the boy's nude loveliness many times. But there's something about an imminent fucking that sharpens the senses. The boy was indeed spectacular. While many young boys' bodies are angular. Johnny's was round. In all the right spots. Especially his world-class ass. Which was pink, plump and exquisitely curvy. Seeing that beautiful bottom from behind, with two cute, baby balls dangling in plain sight, would awaken the dead. Daddy had a wonderful view from which to make this re-assessment, since Johnny had shucked his clothes off between the front door and the bedroom. He was all over Daddy, "cock-fishing" through the man's fly before Daddy could catch his breath. Once Johnny had Daddy's stiff monster in his hand, he got onto his knees and slid Daddy's cock into his wet mouth. Daddy liked that very much. Though he asked Johnny to stop and helped him to his pretty feet. Daddy quickly shucked off his pants and the rest of his clothes. Then he smiled at Johnny and said, "That's very nice, Honey, but let me ask you something. Would you please hold my testicles in your hand?" Johnny quickly complied with that welcome request. Daddy squirmed at the sweet pleasure of the boy's touch. Then Daddy said, "How do they feel to you?" Johnny thought a moment, then giggled and said, "Hairy. Heavy -- a lot more than my little tee tees. And full. Really full." Daddy smiled and grunted softly. He didn't want to "spill" and was fighting the urge. "That's right, Sweet Baby. They're full of a nice load of man's cream. A load I've been saving for you. Now do you want me to just spurt that stuff wherever, or do you want to feel it deep inside you?" Johnny giggled. "All the way inside me, Mr. Boffwell. Please!!!!" Daddy couldn't help but laugh. The boy was off-the-charts horny. "All right then, Honey. Go lie on the bed, on your back and I'll give you a night of love neither of us will ever forget." That sounded really good to Johnny, who scooted onto the bed, got onto his back, spread his legs and lifted his knees almost to his ears. The boy had obviously thought about fucking a lot. And looking at that pink, wrinkly spot that Johnny was offering him so hungrily almost made Daddy skip some of the preliminaries. But that would be brutish. And that wasn't Daddy. Daddy grabbed a nice bottle of lube and got into bed with Johnny, on the boy's right side. Daddy smirked while Johnny whimpered to be fucked as Daddy lathered lube onto his fingers. Looking into Johnny's beautiful, blue eyes, Daddy slid two loving fingers into the boy's bottom and enjoyed the resultant gasp. "Lower your legs, Darling," the man said. "I want to kiss you a bit as I get you ready." The boy complied. Daddy moved his fingers around a bit, then found Johnny's prostate. The boy's eyes widened and he let out a sharp squeak when Daddy began a slow, expert, prostate massage. "Has anyone ever touched you there, Honey?" he asked the wriggling boy. Johnny shook his head no. Then whimpered softly. "You like that, don't you?" Easy question. Every boy likes it. Johnny squeaked and nodded yes. Daddy massaged the boy's "love walnut" slowly, not wishing to overload him. He leaned over to Johnny and the boy eagerly parted his lips for a kiss. But Daddy surprised him by licking, then sucking the boy's left nipple as he tormented his prostate. Johnny threw his head back when that happened and squealed. Simultaneously, he arched his back and began to hurl thick ropes of cum from his stiff peener, all over his chest and onto Daddy's right cheek. Things were going really well for Johnny already. And getting better. Daddy inserted a third finger and continued the sweet torture, this time, kissing Johnny's right nipple and then his mouth. That was the nicest and apparently Johnny's cock agreed. Without having yet been touched, Johnny's cock exploded again as the boy shuddered through a ball-draining climax. Daddy figured the boy was as lubricated, dilated and relaxed as he was going to be. It was time to penetrate. Daddy slathered a lot of lube onto his cock, then stood at the foot of the bed, He maneuvered Johnny so that the boy was on his back, legs spread and up, open boypussy exposed and available and at proper fucking height. "Now remember, my Sweet Baby," Daddy said, "this will hurt." "I don't care," Johnny moaned. "Fuck me." Well, OK. Daddy placed his stiff rammer at the portal to Johnny's future and pushed the head and an inch of shaft into the warm pit of pleasure. Johnny screamed in agony. Which may have scared the daylights out of Father Spendmore and young Dick Harter, who were "enjoying" Andy and Benny in their rooms. But Daddy didn't care. You have to give a little to get a little. And Johnny was about to get a lot. Rather than wait for more screaming, Daddy shoved the rest of his "nasty business" where the sun doesn't shine (too bad for the sun), then endured the screams that he had heard many times before. Wait for it. Wait for it. Fewer screams. Less sobbing. More of a low whimper. Then movement. Sort of a wiggle by Johnny's hot little ass. It was time to fuck. "I think you're over the worst of it now, Johnny. This should feel really good to you. Can you feel it on that special spot I rubbed before?" Johnny's tear-filled eyes sparkled a little and he nodded his head. Daddy moved back and forth slowly. Rubbing that boyish prostate. There we go. We're past the pain and approaching true lust. Daddy picked up the pace and leaned forward to kiss Johnny. The horny little scamp not only sucked Daddy's tongue, he wrapped his legs around Daddy as they fucked. Yummo! Daddy cupped Johnny's bottom cheeks in his strong hands and the lovers went at it "hammer and tongs" as they said in the Victorian porn novels. As his orgasm built, Daddy decided that Johnny could be an honorary Boffwell. That was how pretty and spermworthy the boy was. And how cockhungry. As Daddy surrendered to his orgasm, the man realized that the boy was cumming too! Spraying his goo all over Daddy's stomach as Daddy gave the boy a proper cum enema. Insatiable described Johnny well. It was only 8:30 p.m. Would Daddy survive the night? 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 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) September 16, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) September 28, 2008