Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 18:25:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys 4

  Home-Schooled Sissyboys -- Part Four
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Monday, Monday

  Why do pretty-boy "former virgins" try to murder the men who first
penetrate their poopers?

  That was how Daddy Boffwell felt the night he initiated his second,
unbedded boy in two nights.  His son Davey on Saturday night, then Davey's
friend Johnny on Sunday night.

  Davey took at least six months off Daddy's life on Saturday.  And it was
clearly worth it.

  Then, on Sunday night, Johnny tried to kill Daddy right on the spot.

  Oh sure.  The two little cockpleasers would tell a different story to the
investigating officers as they stood over Daddy's cold body.  "We were just
fucking, Detective Murphy," they would say.  Which was like saying
Hurricane Ike was just a rain shower.

  The boys' one-two punch drained Daddy -- first of all his precious bodily
fluids -- then of all his inhibitions.  Usually, Daddy only fucked an
overnight guest two or three times before they went to sleep, then once or
twice when they awoke.

  That line was crossed with Davey and Johnny.

  In fact, looking back, Daddy couldn't see the line at all.

  After that great, first-time, ball-blasting fuck with Johnny on Sunday
night, Daddy and Johnny hit their stride.

  Rather than wait for Daddy's penis to recharge naturally, Johnny was
sucking it seconds after it slipped limply from his bottom.  Without even
wiping off the anal juices.

  The dirtiness of that, plus Johnny's excellent cocksucking, gave Daddy a
nice firm stand in record time.  When Johnny got on all fours and wiggled
his "pink moneymaker," inviting Daddy for a good fucking, Daddy RSVPed
big-time.

  That was pretty much the pattern that proved life-threatening for Daddy
that night.  Sometimes Johnny sucked Daddy until he came down the boy's
throat.  Sometimes he just got Daddy's cock nice and stiff and sat on it.

  If Davey hadn't collapsed from exhaustion at 3:10 a.m., Andy, Benny,
Charlie, Davey and young Johnny Spunkworthy would have been looking
elsewhere for their sexual solace.  Daddy would have had the biggest smile
the funeral director had ever seen, but he would still be dearly departed.

  One would think that Daddy would have been asleep at 3:11.  But no.
Daddy had something to do first.

  He went on line and checked the balance in a numbered account in
Switzerland.  Where it was already Monday banking hours.

  Rex Splitter had come through!  Daddy was rich.  For life.

  Daddy didn't have to go to work ever again.  Which was a really good
thing.  Especially that coming morning.

  Daddy crawled into bed, cuddled a cum-drooling, exhausted Johnny and
smiled to himself about his future.  Though his present seemed awfully good
too.

  The seven a.m. alarm was annoying, but Johnny sweetened things up by
coaxing one last, life-threatening fuck out of Daddy before he had to get
ready for school.

  Daddy got the overnight guests out of the house, fed Johnny and his boys
and sent them off with tonguey kisses.

  Then he left his boss a polite, though final voicemail, got back into bed
and slept until 12:15 p.m.

  The boys would be home around 3 and he would be there to greet them.
Rather than 5:15, when he had been getting home before.  That should be
interesting, since Daddy was quite randy again.

  Hey, you may have had a good meal last night, but you definitely will get
hungry again, right?

  Daddy changed and laundered lots of sheets, then ran off to the grocery
store.

  That was new too.  Being in the store with all those women.  Whose
husbands were at work.  Good-looking ones too. Many of whom were openly
flirting with Daddy.

  He was, after all, a handsome, virile man.

  But all that female flirting did was make him hornier for his boys.

  For Daddy, it was "been there, done that" with women.  No thanks.

  At the checkout, the new issue of "Sissy Boy" magazine caught Daddy's
eye.

  Daddy didn't always pay attention to Sissy Boy.  Though, like most other
red-blooded men, he had spunked up several times to its pleasant pages.

  Maybe it was the thought that he would be home all day, with little to do
and no one to fuck.  Maybe it was the fantastic beauty that graced the
cover of that current issue.

  That was some sissyboy!

  Blond curls.  Piercing, ice-blue eyes.  Nipples the size of silver
dolalrs.  The tiniest peeny Daddy had ever seen.

  On the cover, the boy was looking right at Daddy.  The boy's eyes were
moist with lust and helpless pleasure as his teeny weeny shot a thick
strand of sperm skyward. The camera had caught the moment perfectly,
depicting the boy's ecstatic agony in mid-spurt.  The boy's little pink bag
had rejected its contents in tribute to the hairy, large hand that was
stroking the boy off expertly.  The man, whose one hand was the only
visible part, had skinned back the boy's miniscule foreskin, exposing the
pink glory of the boy's microscopic cockhead.

  Oh.

  Ignoring the disapproving stares and "tsk tsks" of the young women in the
checkout line, Daddy scooped a "Sissy Boy" off the shelf, paid for his
purchases and scooted to his car.  Thinking about that boy in the magazine.

  He was 12.  Tops.  And perfect.

  Who was the man wanking the angel so effectively?

  Like most of the men in America, Daddy had a brief fantasy of being a
Daddy model for Sissy Boy.  At least an equal number of men in America
fantasized about being the sissyboys.

  It was kind of silly of Daddy, really.  He was living the Sissy Boy
dream.  Still, he would definitely like to fuck that little sweetie on the
cover.

  Daddy hustled home and unloaded his groceries.  It was 2:35.  Maybe he
could just peek at the magazine.  Get himself stoked up for whoever walked
through the door first.

  Daddy had been thinking about Davey.  At lunchtime, while Daddy was
getting up, Mr. Pokehard was "getting up" Davey's pretty bum.

  Whose turn was it for "tickles with Daddy" that night?  Should be
Charlie's.  That would be nice.

  Oh my.  Daddy took the plastic wrapper off his "Sissy Boy" magazine.
Opened it.  The name of the "story" with that angel was "Daddy's Helping
Hand."  It started off with the angel fully clothed, saying good night to
his Mom and Daddy.  He went to his room, stripped a fantastic naked, and
retrieved a magazine and lube tube from a hiding place -- that he had to
bend over to get to -- exposing his "pink spot" to the camera.  Daddy was
breathing heavily at that.

  Then he got into bed and lovingly applied lots of lube to his stiff,
aching, two-inch jewel and dangling dainties.  Holding the magazine in his
left hand, he stroked his snack-sized meat with his right.  The magazine
showed slick, color pictures of mature, handsome, naked men.  With big,
stiff cocks.  Some of which were spurting.

  Daddy squirmed a little as he turned the page.  The boy was enjoying
himself very much until his bedroom door opened and the boy's father filled
the door.

  The boy was terror-stricken!  It was clear that he had never been caught
masturbating by a parent and it seemed likely that the father was surprised
at the son's reading choice.

  But not for long.

  The father calmed the boy down with sweet kisses and comforting words.
Which led to the father's hand taking up where the boy's had been.  Which
was a dream come true for the boy, who heaved out the cum that made the
cover.  There were still 16 pages to go in the magazine and Daddy was
pretty sure that the father and son would be fucking quite gloriously soon
enough.  Should he turn the page?  If he did, he might be losing what he
was saving for his boys.  What to do?

  [Ding-dong]


  The doorbell?  The boys wouldn't use the bell.  Hmmmm.  Daddy pulled up
his pants, hid the "Sissy Boy", took some deep breaths and answered the
door.

  It was Johnny!

  That little cockhound!

  Apparently he wanted a bit more of what he had gotten the previous night
and morning.

  Daddy forgot about the magazine and opened the door.  To a deliciously
cute, fragilely hopeful Johnny.

  "Hi, Mr. Boffwell," the little spurtmaker said.  "Is Davey home?  I told
my Mom I'd be spending the afternoon with Davey.  Oh, that's right.  He's
in the classroom, riding Mr. Pokehard's porkpole.  Could I come in anyway?"

  Then, and I'm not making this up, Johnny batted his eyelashes at Daddy.

  Being no fool, Daddy invited Johnny in.  "Can I get you some milk and
cookies, Johnny?" the man asked.

  "No thanks, Mr. Boffwell.  "But can I have some cream?"

  Five minutes later, Daddy and Johnny were in bed naked.  Johnny was
squatting over Daddy's face as Daddy licked and ate out Johnny's tasty
bottomhole.  Johnny was leaning over Daddy, kissing the man's cock, being
careful not to make it spurt too early.

  It took Daddy about 15 minutes to get Johnny nice and wet and open.  When
Daddy was satisfied, he switched position, putting Johnny onto his left
side, then spooning up behind the boy.

  Skewering the boy mercilessly with his hungry cock.  Giving the boy the
fucking every boy dreams of.  The kind of fuck a boy strokes his cock raw
wishing for.

  Daddy made the boy frantic with fuck-lust.

  Making the boy spurt three times before he filled the boy with his thick
seed.

  Whew!!!

  Daddy couldn't keep FIVE boys in fuck heaven.  Could he?

  Johnny needed another "friend."  Someone to ease the "burden" on Daddy.

  Daddy was about to suggest that, but Johnny had stuffed his cock and
balls into Daddy's mouth.  Letting Daddy lick off the collected creamies.
Telling Daddy, "I love you, Mr. Boffwell.  I'll always love you.  But I
know you love your boys too.  So you and I can't be together all the time.
Would it be OK if I saw other men?"

  Daddy spat out his tasty treat and said, "I love you too, Johnny.  But I
understand your need for other men.  Do you have anyone in mind?"

  Johnny actually blushed.  "I see the way men look at me, Mr. Boffwell.  I
see them get hard in their pants.  I know lots of men who want me."

  A sensible boy, Daddy thought.  The relief of not having the "burden" of
Johnny made Daddy nice and stiff again.  And Johnny was already there.

  Naked.  Randy.

  So he fucked the boy.  Johnny on his back that time.  Knees up.  Man on
top.  Dominating the boy.  Making the boy helpless.  Fucking him hard.
Making him scream and cum hard. Which made the man "lose it" too.

  Daddy and Johnny enjoyed their afternoon a lot. When Johnny went home at
5:45, Daddy got some "looks" from Benny and Davey, who were the only troops
present for duty.

  Daddy smiled at them.  "He got here first after school.  Let that be a
lesson.  What kind of pizza tonight, guys?  Oh, and don't forget.  It's
Benny's turn to `tip' the pizza delivery guy."


  Two -- Wedding preparations

  The next Saturday morning, Daddy and three of his boys were sitting on
chairs by the changing room at Sissyboy Bride -- an exclusive shop for
boy-wives-to-be and their bride's boys.

  "Now this," Sissyboy Bride proprietor Mr. Johnson said, "is one of our
most popular ensembles for a boy bride."

  Charlie was wearing a lovely, white, satin, boy-bridal set that included:
a tiny bolero jacket with puffy, long sleeves and shoulders; a lacy scarf;
knee-high socks with lace tops; and satin, one-inch-heeled Mary Janes.  The
boy's nipples, tummy, thighs, bottom and "privates" would be fully exposed
to his husband-to-be, the wedding party and the wedding guests.

  The boy was stiff and drippy thinking about that.

  And so were Daddy, Andy, Benny, Davey and Mr. Johnson.

  "You look lovely, Charlie," Daddy said.  "The prettiest boy-bride ever.
Mr. Splitter will melt when he sees you on your wedding day."

  Which was in two weeks.  As a rule, men don't believe that their
boy-brides improve with age.

  Charlie looked at himself in the mirror.  Daddy was right.  He was a
stunner.

  That was the wedding outfit he wanted.  Now all he had to do was select
some really clunky outfits for his bride's boys.  So they didn't outshine
the bride.

  That was the difficult part, since the three lovelies would look pretty
and sexy wearing large, brown paper bags.

  It was Charlie's call and he decided to put his brothers into baby-blue,
satin panties; white, ankle-length, frilly socks; and baby-blue, satin,
one-inch-heeled Mary Janes.

  So only the boy-bride would be displaying his penis and testicles on his
"special day."

  As it should be.

  Though the three prickpleasing, bride's boys probably wouldn't have those
panties on for very long at the reception.

  Thank goodness that Sissyboy Bride also had a nice selection of
homecoming dance and prom outfits for sissyboys whose boyfriends were lucky
enough to win their favor as their dates.  Benny found a lovely outfit for
his Manson High Homecoming date with Dick Harter.  Benny would be wearing
the prettiest lilac-and-white-colored Buster Brown outfit, with
shorty-short pants, white, frilly shirt and lilac short jacket, frilly
socks and strappy sandals.  The round hat and big bow at the neck would
ensure that there would be plenty of cumming at Homecoming.

  Daddy was very excited by all the dressing and undressing of his four
lovelies.  Daddy thought -- who was he sleeping with that Saturday night?
That's right, Andy, since the proper rotation had been restored.

  Andy was still very much a sissyboy, but was definitely growing up.  As
the oldest, he was clearly the most responsible and sensible.  The other
three looked up to Andy.  All of which contributed to Andy's taking on a
bit more of an alpha personality.

  Daddy sighed when he thought about all that.  Andy would probably be
morphing into someone quite different as he aged.  Grew more facial hair.
Deepened his voice.

  Would Andy become interested in [gasp] girls????

  Daddy decided that if Andy, or any of Daddy's lovelies, decided to
"experiment" with girls, he wouldn't interfere.  Unless they asked his
opinion.  Which he would give them.

  Daddy had had a good week.  Every week was good for Daddy.  But things
were better now that he wasn't working.

  Every work/school day, Daddy got to nap for three or four hours.  So his
sperm production and sexual stamina had improved. Plus, since he could do
chore things while the boys were in school, he had more time for the boys.
For whom he needed improved sperm production and sexual stamina.

  Johnny, thank goodness, had found several men in addition to Daddy who
were eager to pierce his bottom.  Though he made Daddy promise that he and
Johnny would "get together" at least once a week.

  Everyone was in a good mood when they got home that afternoon.  And they
were all quite randy.  Daddy waived the "dinner together" requirement for
that evening (mostly so he wouldn't have to wait to fuck Andy) and the boys
all called their Saturday-night dates to come and collect them early.
Which they eagerly did.

  Daddy didn't see everyone leave for the evening, since he was in his
bedroom with his cock buried deep into a gasping, panting Andy.

  Andy was a great fuck.  Daddy's first piece of boy ass and still the
best.

  As Daddy's first lover, Andy knew exactly what Daddy liked.  And he gave
it to him.

  Daddy liked appreciation during a fuck.  Andy showed it.  Verbally and
physically.  And it wasn't fake.

  Maybe a little.

  But Andy was a grunter, squeaker, squealer and screamer.  If he was being
properly fucked.

  And that was a given when Daddy was making love to you.

  Oh how Andy loved Daddy.  He would do anything to please him.  That was
why he was so worried about telling Daddy about his "big secret."

  Andy loved submitting to Daddy.  Giving himself to Daddy in every way.
Being Daddy's sissyboy submissive.  Which made his "big secret" difficult
to explain to Daddy.  Or to himself.

  The "big secret" was Andy's date the next evening, so Daddy would know
all about everything soon anyway.

  After Daddy's fat cock had tormented Andy's prostate so perfectly that
the boy became a screaming, cumming lust-bucket and Daddy had made a big
"night deposit" in the Bank of Love, Daddy and Andy had a little quiet
time.

  Daddy lay on his back, with Andy cuddling on Daddy's right.  Andy loved
teasing Daddy's limp, drooling cock.  He giggled when he used the pad of
his right index finger to ease a pearl of precum off Daddy's peehole and
rub it on Daddy's lips.

  Sensing Daddy's vulnerability, Andy decided to tell Daddy his "big
secret."

  "Daddy," Andy said in his sissiest voice.  "Can I tell you something?"

  Daddy's radar told him that a big announcement was imminent.  Was Andy
joining the circus?  Starring in a series of porn films?  Dropping out of
school to start a high-tech business?

  Or worse.  Did Andy have a [gasp, choke] girlfriend!?!?!?!?!?

  Daddy gulped, then said, "Of course, Sweetie."

  Andy double-gulped, then said, "Remember two weeks ago, after church,
when we were standing outside and I was looking at that boy?"

  Hmmmm.  "Honestly, Honey. I don't.  You look at and talk to lots of boys.
And most of them fuck your beautiful bottom soon after."

  Andy blushed at the compliment.  "This boy was different.  He's,
well...younger than me."

  Daddy was on full alert.  "Younger?" he asked.  And didn't like what that
implied.  "How young?"

  Andy saw Daddy's discomfort and said, "He's eleven, Daddy.  Almost
twelve.  His name's Timmy Trueheart.  And he's really sweet."

  Daddy felt a great disturbance in the Force.  Daddy's "relationship" with
Andy and the other boys had always been about them being the submissives.
"Bottoms," if you wish.  If Andy was fucking a younger boy...

  Seeing Daddy's angst, Andy's eyes filled with tears.  "Please, Daddy,"
the angel sobbed, "Don't worry about anything.  I'll ALWAYS be your
sissyboy and you'll ALWAYS be my Daddy!  Every fourth night and whenever
the urge strikes you.  It's just that...I have these new feelings now and,
well, Timmy makes me feel them even more."

  Daddy took a deep breath and gathered himself.  He knew this day would
come someday.  His oldest was growing up.  Becoming a "top."  It could be
worse.  He could be dating a [choke] girl.

  Daddy smiled at the love of his life and said, "I'm very eager to meet
Timmy, Honey.  I'm glad he makes you happy.  Tell me all about Timmy,
Sweetheart."

  Andy's sobs were happy sobs.  Once again, Daddy had proved himself the
best of the best Daddies.  Rather than speak right away, he smothered Daddy
with happy kisses.  Which made Daddy really hard.  Which made Andy
submissively get onto his back and let Daddy mount him for a very
enthusiastic fucking.  Which made them both feel a lot better about the
future.

  After Andy was thoroughly fucked and "reminded of his place" with Daddy,
Andy cuddled up to tell Daddy about Timmy.

  Two weeks ago, Andy was looking around after church, seeing which men had
lumpy pants from looking at him and his brothers, when he saw a beautiful
boy casting Andy a dazzler of a shy smile, with downcast eyes and
well-batted, thick, long eyelashes.

  Andy's first thought was, "Wow!  What a looker!  I'll bet that little one
is getting it from his Daddy six or seven times a day."

  But there was no Daddy in sight.  Only a pretty young Mom.

  Andy looked at the boy again and felt something he had never felt before
for a younger boy.

  Lust.

  He had a flash image in his brain of the boy lying naked on his stomach.
An equally naked Andy was on top of the younger boy, fucking his gorgeous
bottom.  Filling the boy with his sperm.  Enjoying the ecstatic screams of
the younger boy as the little doll spermed the sheets.

  It was so intense that Andy felt his knees buckle a bit.

  Where did that come from?

  Andy looked back, but the boy and his Mom were gone.  Leaving Andy with a
sense of loss.  And confusion.  And desire to see the boy at church the
following week.

  Which did, in fact, happen.

  Last Sunday, Andy didn't see the boy during the service, but afterwards,
he did.  And felt the same odd feelings.  Which drove him to walk up to the
boy and introduce himself.

  "I'm Andy Boffwell.  I went to Simpson Middle School.  My three brothers
are there now.  Do you go there?"

  Smooth question.  But what else do you say?

  The boy gave the same, flirty, downcast smile and said, "No. I go to the
parish school.  But I've seen you and your brothers around.  My name's
Timmy Trueheart.  That's my mom.  I don't have a Dad."

  Andy revised his thinking about the young beauty's sexual experience.
Without a Daddy to show him things, the boy may have even been a virgin!

  So Andy and Timmy began talking.  About everything but sex.  And
discovered that they liked each other.  And then it was time for them to go
home.  Not seeing each other again until church the following week.  Or so
they thought.

  On Thursday, just two days before his bed-cuddle discussion with Daddy,
on the way home from school, Andy stopped off at the public library to pick
up a book for a school project.

  And ran into Timmy.

  Timmy the lovely.

  Who gasped in delight and anticipation when he saw Andy.

  Andy gasped as well.

  Something was clearly going on between the two boys.

  After an exchange of "Hi's," Andy said, "I'm looking for a book for
school.  Want to help me look?"

  Timmy nodded eagerly.  He would have jumped off the library roof if Andy
had suggested it.

  Though Andy knew the book was in the public area on the first floor, he
led Timmy to the 3rd-floor stacks -- where no one went -- except librarians
looking to goof off.

  Timmy realized that he and Andy were alone.  Just the two of them.

  The young boy was breathing heavily.  He looked at Andy with those
spectacular eyes and parted his lips.

  Andy stepped forward, held Timmy in his arms and kissed him.

  Timmy actually swooned.

  Did people still swoon?

  Well Timmy did.

  Every man loves when his partner swoons.  And Andy had just enjoyed his
first true "man" experience.

  It was, Andy would learn, Timmy's first kiss.  And a very good kiss it
was.  Lots of tongue.  Lots of emotion.  With someone you really WANT!

  Given different circumstances, with privacy, Andy would have stripped
Timmy and fucked him right there.

  Instead, Andy merely pulled down Timmy's fly and freed the boy's cock
from its confines.  Timmy reciprocated with Andy.

  The boys kissed, famished for each other.  Stroking each other's cocks in
an agony of realized fantasy.

  Ten minutes of that blazing heat produced its inevitable conclusion.
Andy blew a very large and creamy load all over Timmy's delighted fingers.
But the big surprise was when Timmy, young Timmy, though his cock was
barely three inches long, began to hurl sperm.  The first creamy conclusion
of his sweet life!

  Despite his vast sexual experience, Andy hadn't been as heated up in a
long time.  He wanted to take things further, but he was the responsible
Boffwell, remember?

  So Andy invited Timmy to a sleepover at the Boffwells on Sunday night.
It was agreed that Timmy would tell his Mom that he was to be a guest of
Andy's 11-year-old brother Davey.  It was also agreed that Timmy would
spend the whole night naked in Andy's bed.

  Getting Timmy's Mom to agree to the sleepover was easy-peasy.  She had a
boyfriend who had been begging her for a sleepover at her house, but she
didn't want to be fucked in the room next door to her son.  So this Sunday
night would offer something for everyone in the Trueheart family.

  Daddy listened to the story of Timmy and Andy with great interest. His
son was in love.  Differently than Charlie was with Mr. Splitter, Charlie's
fiancé.  In love with a younger boy.  Whom he would surely be fucking on
Sunday night.

  Daddy was a little bit selfish, but he was happy for both Andy and
Charlie.

  Love, whenever and wherever you find it, is nothing to scoff at.


  Three -- Andy on Top

  That Sunday morning, after mass, at Andy's urging, Daddy and Davey
introduced themselves to Mrs. Trueheart.  And pretended that young Davey
was Timmy's friend.  Not Andy, who, a few yards away, was chatting amiably
with Timmy.  About how gloriously he was going to fuck Timmy in a few
hours.  Timmy was shuddering with lust at that happy prospect.

  It didn't take much to convince Mrs. Trueheart that Timmy would be just
fine that evening at the home of that attractive, single father, Harry
Boffwell.  In fact, Timmy's Mom was instinctively flirting with Daddy.  He
was smiling back at her thinking, "Andy owes me big time for this."

  When all was settled, the Boffwells went home, ate lunch and took their
customary Sunday nap.  Except for Daddy and Charlie, who fucked first, then
slept.

  After dinner, the dates arrived.  Charlie went off with Mr. Splitter, of
course.  Davey took Butch Spermer, a handsome, six-foot-three, 240-pound
left offensive tackle for the Manson High Stalkers, to his room.  His first
high-school senior.  And quite a good one.  Met him at Friday night's game.
Spread his boyish legs for Butch under the stands after the game.

  It was Daddy's' night with a delighted Benny.

  And an even more delighted Andy took a somewhat shy, but
eager-for-a-good-fucking Timmy to his bedroom.

  The boys were alone at last.  With no one to interrupt them.  No one to
watch them or disapprove of them.

  For the first time in his life, Andy was in charge of a session of
lovemaking.  He was a bit nervous.  Though not nearly as nervous as Timmy
was.

  Pretty young Timmy had only had one orgasm in his life.  Two days earlier
into Andy's stroking hand.

  Timmy faced the prospect of getting everything sexual he had dreamed
about.  And, like the rest of us, it scared the crap out of him.

  So it was two eager, nervous boys who faced each other when Andy closed
the bedroom door.

  Andy ached to kiss Timmy.  Timmy ached for Andy's kisses.

  A good place to start.

  And, since naked kissing is so much better than clothed kissing, Andy
kicked things off by slowly, lovingly undressing the beautiful young Timmy.

  Timmy quivered a lot during the sweet process.  Andy removed the young
lovely's shirt first.  Revealing soft, creamy shoulders.  Erect, puffy
nipples on a slim, pink chest.  A flat, kissable stomach adorned with a
perky "outie" belly button.

  Timmy moaned when Andy slid down the boy's pants and underpants.
Revealing the boy's "pretty parts" for Andy's first, thorough inspection.
Timmy's tiny pecker was stiff and drippy, with a pink foreskin that was
pulled back to reveal a dark, blood-engorged cockhead.  Timmy's pink bag
swayed as Timmy shuddered with raw lust.

  Andy hadn't seen Timmy's delectable boy bottom yet -- but he had a really
good feeling about it.

  When Timmy kicked off his shoes, revealing his adorable feet and pretty
toes, he was completely, gloriously naked.

  Andy gasped at the boy's beauty and said, "You're awesomely beautiful,
Timmy.  I'm going to make love to you and make both of us really happy."

  Then he took the next step.  He joined Timmy in full nudity.  Giving
Timmy a complete view of his imminent ravager.

  Timmy liked what he saw.

  It was time to do fun things together.

  Naked kissing is a great icebreaker.

  The boys rubbed chests and cocks as they kissed tonguily.  Timmy had
never been so excited in his life.  And it was only the beginning.

  Andy held Timmy's bottom cheeks in his hands and lifted Timmy as they
kissed.  Beginning the domination.  Andy's new "topness."

  Andy carried Timmy to his bed and laid him down onto his back.  Then he
got on top of Timmy and kissed him all over.  ALL over!

  Andy pelted Timmy with kisses.

  Timmy gasped and panted as Andy kissed Timmy from his head hair to each
perfect toe.  The he doubled back to give Timmy's testicles an excellent
tongue bath.

  Timmy liked it all very much.  And he wasn't scared anymore.  Just super
randy!

  And so was Andy.  Before he fucked Timmy, he wanted to taste his sweet
boy's cream.  So he took Timmy's stiffie between his lips and gave the boy
a cocksucking worthy of the best one he ever gave Daddy.

  Timmy saw planets far outside our solar system.

  And soon gave Andy the sweetest pint of boy's cream anyone had ever
tasted.

  Timmy came so hard he thought his balls had exploded.

  As Timmy descended from his orgasm, Andy flipped the boy onto his stomach
and gave the boy's back parts the same kissy attention he had lavished on
every pore of Timmy's front half.  Making the boy squeak with pleasure.
Especially when Andy finished the tour by licking out Timmy's scrumptious
asshole.  Tonguing it.  Delighting the boy and making Timmy feel unworthy
of the pleasure he received.

  Just the mood Andy wanted Timmy to be in when he fucked him.

  Andy sat next to Timmy, lubed three fingers of his right hand and entered
his lover's ultra-tight rectum with one rude finger.

  Timmy squealed.  First with surprise. Then with pleasure as Andy found,
then rubbed Timmy's virgin prostate.

  Timmy had no idea that lovemaking could be this good.  He had dreamt
about naked kissing, cock-fondling and even cocksucking.  But Andy was
introducing Timmy to things he didn't know were possible.

  By the time Andy got his third finger into the task of torturing Timmy's
prostate, the young virgin was screaming and cumming into the sheets.  Just
as Andy had fantasized.

  Andy was feeling pretty good about his "love management" skills at that
point.  He wasn't just a subordinate any more.  But there was one more big
hill.

  Andy had never fucked anyone.

  So in one way, they were both virgins.  Though Andy had been a recipient
of some pretty great ass-fucking hundreds of times.  Which meant he had a
fairly good idea about such things.

  Time to test the theory.

  Andy pulled out his fingers and was delighted to hear Timmy's
disappointed squeak.  There would be something nice in there soon enough,
young man, he thought.

  Andy slid three pillows under Timmy's stomach, presenting Andy with the
incredibly beautiful sight/target of Timmy's pink-brown, wrinkled, unused,
boypussy.

  Yum!

  Andy lubed up what he was thinking of as his "rammer," though it was more
like a medium-sized dill pickle.  Then he got onto his knees, rubbed his
peehole along he path to love, and pushed.

  It excited Andy quite a bit to hear Timmy scream.  Made him feel very
"toppish."  Though, it was only because Timmy was incredibly tight "back
there" that the boy felt anything at all.  Andy was no "Mr. Big."  But he
felt like it fucking Timmy.

  Andy was sweet enough to pause and let Timmy adapt to his first anal
invader.  But then Andy got busy in Timmy's sweet bottom.  Discovered that,
despite his smallish Johnson, he was doing an excellent job making the
prettiest, most innocent, non-Boffwell boy in town quite happy.

  Timmy was a noisemaker.  In a good way.  The kind that begged to be
fucked more and harder.  Without seeming slutty.

  Andy was a fucker now.  Not just a fuckee.  He liked it a lot.

  And so did Timmy.


  Next time, it's Benny's Homecoming Dance and Charlie's wedding.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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