Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2008 08:44:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys

  Home-Schooled Sissyboys -- Part Five
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Homecumming

  That following Saturday night was going to be a "gusher" at the Boffwell
house.

  Though some might postulate that every night at the home of the four
prettiest sissyboys and their eternally-randy Daddy was a true gusher.

  During the past week, the torrid little affair between eldest son Andy
and the "newly-active" young beauty Timmy Trueheart was developing
scorchingly.

  At Wednesday night's regularly scheduled love session with Daddy and
Andy, Andy had still been Daddy's submissive little creampuff. Just as
Daddy loved it.  And wanted it to go on forever.

  And Andy still felt quite comfortable in the role of Daddy's cock
receptacle.  A role he still enjoyed with men besides Daddy as well.

  But Andy was truly enjoying his other role as Timmy's stud muffin.  The
"older boy" who was giving young sissyboy Timmy what every young boy needs
and wants -- cock and more cock.

  Timmy and Andy exhausted each other with love that previous Sunday night.
After Andy took Timmy's annoyingly useless virginity with an excellent
"bottom-boy-on-his-stomach-as-top-boy-sticks-it-in-hard" fucking, the
little sweetie was ravenous for more.  All kinds of "more."

  Timmy cried a little after his first fucking.  A sweet, compassionate
Andy held Timmy and comforted him for a while until Timmy told him he was
crying because he was happy that he had found Andy and sad because he
didn't have a nice Daddy like Andy did.  Or any Daddy.

  Was the little stinker suggesting that he wanted to climb into bed with
Andy's Daddy?  Would Andy be "competing" with Daddy for boypussy now?

  Timmy read Andy's face and thoughts and said, "I love you, Andy.  Not
your Daddy.  I was just being sad because my Daddy left when I was young.
Can we make love again?"

  Timmy was a keeper all right.

  Love like that will stiffen a cock faster than a wet mouth will.  Andy
the Great fucked his Love Slave Timmy with the younger boy on his back that
time.  Showing the young cherub how to lift his calves up to his "man's"
shoulders.  And lie there while his "man" mounts him and impales him with
his big Love Muscle.

  Even if the "love muscle" isn't fully muscular yet, fucking is still lots
of fun.  Timmy and Andy coupled like hungry beasts.  Consuming each other
voraciously.  Thrusting, heaving and grunting their way to a sky-splitting
mutual cataclysm.

  And it wasn't even 8 p.m.

  Needless to say, the next morning Timmy went off to the sixth grade with
a drooling, gaping bottomhole and a heart filled with love for Andy.  Who
was equally "boystruck" with love for young Timmy.

  Thanks to Daddy's telephone charm with Mrs. Trueheart, Timmy came back
for an overnight with Andy on Tuesday and arrived Friday night for a full
weekend of conjugal joy.

  Andy kept a close watch on Daddy when Timmy was at the Boffwells.
Knowing that Daddy could be very charming with a young, fuck-hungry boy.
Jealously guarding his sissyboy turf.  Though he knew that someday, maybe
soon, he would have to allow Timmy the joy of being fucked by a mature man.
And Daddy was the ideal candidate.

  But not just yet.

  Back to Saturday night.  Timmy and Andy were in the midst of a love
marathon, but took time out to see Benny off to the Manson High School
Homecoming Dance with his new boyfriend, senior Dick Harter.

  It was Charlie and Daddy's "love wrestling" night, but they were there
too.

  Only Davey, the budding little prickpleaser, was missing, having been
invited to spend an overnight with his middle-school principal,
Mr. Sternrule, who was rumored to spank the boys before he spunked
them. Davey could hardly wait to find out if that was true.

  Young Dick sat in the living room with Andy, Timmy, Charlie and Daddy
waiting for his date to finish dressing.

  The four lovers wore tshirts and shorts, though they would be out of them
quickly once they saw the young couple off to the dance.

  Dick considered the four who were sharing the room with him.  But not
really paying much attention to him.

  Dick knew who Andy and Charlie were, but why was Charlie wearing that
huge diamond ring?  He knew Mr. Boffwell, but who was the young kid hanging
on Andy? And why was Andy playing Mr. Studguy instead of the sissyboy he
acts like at Manson High.  Andy had lots of high-school boys eager to trade
a testicle for a chance at that great ass.  And here he was being all macho
and stuff

  Was Charlie flirting with his own father?  That was sick.  Wasn't it?
Though Dick could understand why Mr. Boffwell was hot for his son -- all
four sons actually.  They were sizzling hot.  Every guy at school stroked
his meat to thoughts of the Boffwell sissyboys.

  Thank goodness he heard movement upstairs.  Benny, sweet Benny, whom Dick
had fucked deliciously five times previously, a number he hoped to top that
evening, was descending the Boffwell staircase.

  The boy was brilliant! Gorgeous!  Spectacular!

  And resplendent in 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 Buster Brown/Little Lord
Fauntleroy outfit Daddy had bought him at Sissyboy World.

  Lilac suited him.  Made him glow with sissyness.  And said to the world,
"Take that you girl-daters.  I'm prettier than girls are, dress better and
fuck way better than they could even envision."

  Dick's heart melted.  And his cock stiffened.  For a moment, he
considered asking Benny for a fuck right there. Before they left for the
dance.  But Benny would never...

  Benny flashed his million-watt smile at Dick and said, "After Daddy takes
some pictures, these short pants will come off a lot quicker than they went
on.  We can go to my room for a quickie if you want.  It would settle us
down before the dance."

  What a great date Benny was.

  The couple submitted to some pictures and some oohs and aahs about
Benny's beauty.  Then they ran to Benny's room for a pre-dance quickie.
Which turned into two slowies.  And made them a little late for the dance.

  But not too late for a grand entrance.  Heads turned all over the high
school gym as Dick and Benny strode in.  Few failed to notice the
considerable wet spot on the seat of Benny's satin shorts.  Cum leakage.
Oops.

  Dick and Benny danced all the slow ones, kissing and cooing as the other
boys drooled and ticked off their girl dates.

  Then, 90 minutes after they arrived, Dick and Benny made a grand exit.

  They drove to the Boffwells rapidly, ran to Benny's room and fucked all
night and most of the morning.  Benny left his little, white, frilly socks
on the whole night, since they sort of made flames come out of Dick's
nostrils.

  Pretty much the Homecoming Dance date we've all merely dreamed of.


  Two -- Wedding Week

  Well.

  The week before Charlie and Mr. Splitter's wedding was a busy one.  For
Daddy anyway.  The rest of the tribe was pretty much just enjoying life,
the way they always did.

  Daddy had to arrange for the caterer, the flowers, and all that logistics
stuff.

  The wedding would be in the Boffwell home, with a short guest list.  The
boy bride and his three brotherly bride's boys.  The 11-year-old little
darlings Johnny and Timmy made the boy total six.  Daddy, Daddy's brother
Matt, Mr. Splitter, Father Spendmore, Davey's teacher-heartthrob
Mr. Pokehard, and a new "alpha," Mr. Splitter's 20-year-old son Lex, who
was to be his father's best man.  Six alpha males.  For six sissyboys
(since Andy promised to be submissive for the day).

  Which meant two things.  1) It was going to be a GREAT reception and 2)
Someone other than Andy was going to be fucking Timmy.

  Which made Andy a bit antsy.  But delighted Timmy.

  All boys like "strange" now and then.  Even when they're in love.  And
Timmy definitely loved Andy.

  There were other issues, of course.  Daddy's brother Matt was a major
rooster whenever he came to the Boffwell henhouse.  Fucking the three
lovelies (four, now that Davey was in the game) randomly and thoroughly.
Not in the orderly, "let's take turns" manner that Daddy had established.
Which ticked Daddy off and excited the boys.

  The four Boffwell sissyboys adored their Uncle Matt.  And he loved them.
As frequently as he could.

  Matt's wife Marlene didn't get it, of course.  Why was Matt traveling
2,000 miles to attend something as "sick and twisted" as the marriage of a
12-year-old boy to a 40-plus man?

  "It's family, Baby," Matt told Marlene, using the excuse anyone would use
in just such a situation.

  "It's family" explains a lot, doesn't it?

  Matt said it, then got onto a plane.  Marlene would have had to break
both of Matt's legs to stop him.  Then shoot him.  Fatally.

  Matt arrived at Casa de Boffwell at 2:15 p.m. on Monday.  By 7 p.m., he
had fucked Benny, Andy and Charlie, in that order, eaten a hearty meal,
showered three times and was prepared for his first fucking of his
newly-pubescent nephew Davey.

  Davey had, of course, sucked Uncle Matt's cock before.  Lots of times.
Duhhh.  But even rakish Matt wouldn't break the rule about fucking a laad
before he's spurting his boy's cream.

  So the naughty uncle was quite steamed about his first love bout with
Davey.  The young lad and Matt had "reserved" the whole night for each
other.  And Davey was trembling with lust at the happy prospect of his
"wildman" uncle's cock being lodged in his "dirty" for the next 12 hours.

  Even Uncle Matt was impressed with the boyish treasure who lay next to
Matt.  Davey was on his back, naked, with his tiny pole sticking up
saucily.

  Matt was not as fortunate as his brother Harry.  He was the father of
three teenaged girls. And, like any reasonable person, knew that
heterosexual incest is wrong.  Does terrible things to the gene pool.  So
he was stuck with only his wife Marlene to fuck.  When she felt like it.
Which was rarely.

  Oh sure, there was that hot little affair Matt had with the paperboy and
the young man from the next block who hit a baseball through Matt's window,
then offered Matt non-monetary restitution.

  But Matt had NOTHING going for him the way his brother Harry did.  If
Matt could, he would quit his job, leave his family and move in with Harry
and the Harem, as he called them.

  But that would be way too messy.  Plus, as Matt suspected, there would be
no way that Harry would allow it.

  Too many foxes in the henhouse and all that.

  Well, the fox had caught a very pretty hen that evening and he was no
chicken about fucking.

  Matt stroked Davey's trembling body all over as he admired the boy's
almost-innocent beauty.

  He loved how Davey drew in his breath as Matt circled the boy's erect
nipple with his saliva-wet fingertip.  He loved how Davey's little cock
twitched when the boy felt Matt's hot breath on his testicles.  And he
adored how Davey hurled his boy's cream when Matt tongue-worshiped Davey's
fat little "boystones."

  Matt had never had a boy more eager to be fucked.  Or more worthy of a
good fucking.

  Though, in all honesty, Matt's paperboy Tommy was a close second.

  Since Davey clearly "wanted it" on his back, Matt lubed the boy's bottom
with his fingers full of Davey's own boy's cream.  Then mounted the boy.
Davey threw his legs around his uncle and the two rutted voraciously for a
frantic 20 minutes.

  Despite his fourth "expression of love" in less than five hours, Matt
produced quite a nice creamy "glad-to-see-you" present for his sweet
nephew.

  The man was an accomplished, insatiable, ruttmeister if there ever was
one.

  The two were at it a good portion of the night.  That made Davey's three
brothers rather jealous.  Sibling rivalry vanquished made the marathon
fucking even sweeter for the young beauty.


  Three -- The Wedding

  Saturday morning was bright and sunny.

  The Boffwell household stirred early that morning, since the wedding was
scheduled for noon and guests would be arriving at 11:30.

  Daddy spent a lovely fuck-filled soiree with Charlie on the boy's last
night of being "single."  Though in a year, by American Boy-Wife
Association rules, he could choose to be single again.

  By family agreement, Daddy and Charlie didn't fuck that morning, since
Daddy had decreed that he wanted his boys fully randy and full of spunk for
the best part of the day (and evening and night and following morning) --
the wedding reception.

  Uncle Matt didn't care about his brother's decrees.  At 7 a.m., Matt was
fucking the bottom of one of his Friday night bedwarmers -- Benny -- while
ingesting the spurting cock of the other -- Davey.

  Andy was cheating on Daddy's rules a bit too.  He was on top of an
on-his-back-and-squealing Timmy, thrusting his cock in and out of the
weekend guest's impossibly tight bottom.  Showing the young boy who was
"the man."  So Timmy didn't get any "funny ideas" about ditching Andy for a
way-older man.  Which seemed possible, considering all the cock Timmy, and
all the boys, including Andy, would be getting at the reception that day.

  Somehow every Boffwell plus Timmy Trueheart managed to appear for
breakfast at precisely nine.  Daddy served them pancakes and couldn't help
but notice the cum-drooly bottoms and recently-fucked gaits on all the boys
except his companion Charlie and the emerging alpha Andy.

  Daddy sighed.  Then realized that there were worse things than people
fucking when you told them not to.  He served pancakes and chatted amiably
until nine forty-five, when everyone ran off to dress for the wedding.

  Daddy, who was giving away the boy-bride, would be wearing a full tuxedo,
as would the groom and the best man, Lex Splitter.  The other mature
guests, Uncle Matt, Mr. Pokehard and Father Spendmore, were wearing
business suits.

  Father Spendmore didn't want to "officiate" at the wedding, but Andy was
very "persuasive" about it.  "All you have to do is talk about love and
stuff," Andy said.  "Then tell them the ABWA marriage rules on this card,
exchange vows and rings and that's it.  Of course, I could just ask someone
else to do it.  Like Pastor Fuzz, the Methodist minister in town.  I'm sure
he'd like to spend the nights with me that I was going to spend with
you..."

  Persuasion worked.

  On Wednesday, the boy-bride had decided that he wanted all five boys, not
just his brothers, as attendants.  So Johnny and Timmy were also fitted out
in baby-blue, satin panties; white, ankle-length, frilly socks; and
baby-blue, satin, one-inch-heeled Mary Janes.

  The bride -- oh the bride.  He was resplendent in 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" were fully exposed to his husband-to-be, the wedding party and
the wedding guests.

  Daddy made Charlie cry when he gave him Grandma Boffwell's wedding veil
to complete the delicious ensemble.

  Daddy decided that bringing in a photographer might raise the wrong kind
of issues.  Not to mention seeing the wedding pics all over the stinking
Internet.  So Benny was the chief photographer.  He flitted around before
the wedding, snapping everyone in various candid and posed shots.

  Davey was given music -- the CD of the wedding march played at the
appropriate moment.

  Andy seemed preoccupied about keeping Uncle Matt's cock away from Timmy,
at least until Johnny arrived to distract the man's libido a bit.

  At 11:30 Charlie was preening in his room, attended by Boy of Honor Andy
and the other four lovelies, since Johnny had arrived at eleven.

  Charlie's heart fluttered as he heard the doorbell, announcing the
arrival of the groom, best man and guests.

  Which meant it was going to happen.  Charlie was going to marry
Mr. Splitter!  He would be the mistress of Stately Splitter Manor.
Mrs. Rex Splitter.  Charles Splitter.

  Scary thought.  How would the servants treat him?  Would it be a "Marnie"
situation where all they talked about was the previous mistress of the
manor?

  The nights that Charlie was at the mansion, he was so busy taking his
fiance's cock up his bottom that he hardly paid attention to the servants.

  Oh well.  The important thing was that Rex (Should he call him Rex?
Maybe "Mr. Splitter" was better.) and Charlie were in love.  And love
conquers all.  Right?

  At precisely twelve, Daddy knocked on the door and came in.  Daddy was SO
handsome in his black tux that six sissyboy hearts nearly beat their way
out of six sissyboy chests.

  "You're the prettiest sissyboy on earth," Daddy said to Charlie.  And for
that moment at least, it was completely true.

  Charlie glowed with bridal beauty.

  Benny took a couple of pics with Daddy and Charlie.  Then Daddy had one
last task.  Sissyboy Bride had thoughtfully provided five baby-blue butt
plugs for the Bride's Boys.  Functional little accessories that were too
short to stimulate the prostate (thus ruining Bride's Boys' panties), but
wide enough to dilate the receptacle for the reception of cocks.

  Daddy lovingly had each pretty boy drop his panties and spread his cheeks
for Daddy.  He lubed up each plug, then gently inserted it into heaven's
gate.  Then he supervised the restoration of the panties so that there were
no inappropriate lumps.

  Charlie was last in line and he was "all bare" in his privates.  So Daddy
had the bride turn around, then Daddy lovingly "buttered" Charlie's bottom
with lubed fingers that avoided prostate contact.  Daddy carefully wiped
off the excess lube, kissed each of Charlie's plump bottom cheeks, and
stood.

  "It's time, everyone.  Just as we did at the rehearsal last night.
Davey, then Johnny, Timmy, Benny, Andy, then Mrs. Splitter and me."

  They all giggled at that last part.

  Davey led the parade downstairs, watched as everyone assembled, then
switched on the music and proceeded down the aisle slowly, clutching the
small bouquet each Bride's Boy carried.

  Davey saw the priest, groom and best man first.  What a hunk!  The best
man, not so much the groom.  Lex Splitter was gorgeous!!  At 20, he was
just beginning his approach to full virility.  And more cum-filled than he
would ever be.  He was tall, fit and very handsome.

  Was he sizing Davey up?  Did he want to FUCK Davey?

  Well Davey certainly hoped so.

  Davey was pretty sure that before the reception was over, he would be
fucked by all six men.  Maybe more, if Daddy had to call for
reinforcements.

  Johnny was next.  The eager little pop tart saw a lot he liked in that
room.  It was like a buffet table of men.  Should he start with an
appetizer or go for the beef?  Choosing the latter, he batted his eyes and
flirted with Uncle Matt as he walked down the aisle.  Matt's cock twitched.

  Timmy was the shyest.  He had only had "relations" with Andy.  Which was
fantastic!  But he certainly hoped he would be hopping into the sack with
Andy's Daddy before the reception was over.

  No problem there.

  Benny had never played "Hide the Salami" with Mr. Pokehard or Father
Spendmore.  Hmmmm.  Why not both at once?

  Andy was watching Timmy.  He had to let his possessiveness go.  And enjoy
what was shaping up as the reddest of Boffwell red-letter days.  Maybe he
would start with Mr. Pokehard.  Though that Lex Splitter was hot, hot, hot.

  The music shifted to the "Here Comes the Bride" part and everyone in the
living room welcomed Charlie and Daddy.

  The men stood.  Especially Mr. Splitter, who was the lucky winner of the
world's most beautiful 12-year-old sissyboy.

  He gasped when he saw his beautiful boy bride.  The other men gasped at
Charlie's loveliness as well.

  Daddy glowed with love and pride for Charlie and his whole family.  Even
Uncle Matt.  Who was considering freeing his cock so he could stroke it a
bit during the ceremony.  Which was probably going to be far too long, he
thought.

  Matt was wrong. It lasted 12 minutes.  Father talked about love and read
the ABWA groundrules.  The happy couple exchanged rings and some
sappy-but-sweet vows.  Then Father pronounced them man and boy-wife.

  "You may kiss the bride," Father said.  And that kicked it off.

  A bride-starved groom kissed the bride all right.  And the kissing
escalated quickly. Into a full-fledged, on-the-floor, bride-on-his-back,
vigorous fucking.  Right in front of everyone.  Which was something Father
Spendmore had often wondered about -- why didn't that happen more often at
weddings.

  The "congregation" watched the fucking for a few moments, then paired up
for their own reception fun.

  With the wisdom of experience, Sissyboy Bride had rented out 20 or so
very large, double-sheet-encased pillows.  They were strewn about the
floors in the family room, dining room and kitchen and were piled in a
corner of the living room as well.  They would be used to excellent
advantage by the reception guests.

  Timmy went over and kissed Andy, then walked over to Daddy and held his
hand.  "Can we go upstairs for a while, Mr. Boffwell?" the sweet boy asked.

  Daddy eagerly accepted the welcome invitation.

  Andy looked on sadly until he felt a naked body embrace him strongly but
gently from behind.  Lex had shucked off his tux and was rubbing his large,
iron pipe of a cock along Andy's still-pantied bottom.

  "It's a tough transition from sissyboy to alpha," Lex said to Andy.  "I
made it, but it wasn't easy.  My Daddy fucked me two or three times a day
ever since I first made boy's cream.  Which led me to other men, of course.
I loved being a sissyboy.  And I was a great one.  I stayed mostly a bottom
until I was almost 18.  But I also started fucking younger boys when I was
14.  Which meant I spurted a lot of cream in a lot of situations.  So I
know how you feel. Some of it, anyway.  Enjoy your sissyboyhood while you
can, Andy.  I did."

  Andy was delighted to be with a man who understood him.  Which, as we
know, is the greatest aphrodisiac ever concocted.  He turned toward Lex
and, as he had done for two sissied years, gave himself to Lex.

  Lex accepted the gift with love and ardor.  Kissing the boy's creamy
shoulders and alabaster neck.

  Lex ran his strong fingers along Andy's hard, pantied penis, making the
younger boy gasp in sissy surrender.

  "That's getting to be a nice size, Andy," Lex said.  "You'll make a lot
of sissyboys very happy with your stiffie one day.  Can I make you happy
today, Sweetie?"

  Andy whimpered in the sissiest way he knew how.

  Lex led Andy to two large pillows in the family room and laid the younger
boy with his back on the pillows.  Lovingly, he removed Andy's panties,
exposing his drooling, skinned, stiff cock.  Inexplicably, making the
sissyboy blush.

  "You're a feast of boyish delights, Darling," Lex said -- showing he had
learned a little something from his father.  "Let's just leave those sexy
little, baby-blue, satin, sissyboy Mary Jane shoes and frilly socks on,
shall we?"

  Andy thought that was a little kinky, until he looked around and saw that
Johnny and Davey were in the same room and were still wearing their shoes
and frilly socks.  Their panties had disappeared.

  Davey was on his knees "entertaining" Father Spendmore's cock with his
mouth.  Johnny was "introducing himself" to Uncle Matt by lying on his back
as Matt removed the butt plug, then replugged the boy with something that
wasn't plastic.

  Andy sighed.  It was going to be a great day.  He decided to lie back and
enjoy it.

  Lex removed Andy's butt plug, then, ignoring the lube in Andy's anus,
licked and ate out the boy's distended pootie.  Andy squealed gratefully
and, when the younger boy's breathing and squeaking told Lex that a spurt
was imminent, Lex took Andy's cock into his mouth and "drank from the
fountain" as Andy shot his sweet cream.

  When Lex had swallowed the last drop, he positioned himself and Andy,
then mounted the boy, thrusting his substantial cock deep into Andy's
bowels.  Making Andy scream nice and loud.  The way a sissyboy's man likes
him to scream.

  Lex and Andy fucked liked condemned bunnies as upstairs, a different
scenario was unfolding.

  Daddy was aware of the jealousy issues Andy had about Timmy.  And he
could understand why Andy was jealous about Timmy.  The boy was a
first-rate, gorgeous, semi-innocent-but-cock-hungry angel.  Just what a
sissyboy lover adores.

  Daddy and Timmy were in Daddy's bedroom because Timmy had asked to be
there.  Which meant he had asked for Daddy to fuck him.  And Daddy was
happy to oblige.

  To build the anticipation a bit, Daddy undressed as he talked to Timmy
about school and boy scouts.  Timmy was licking his lips as he saw Daddy
naked for the first time.  His first naked man, actually.  And he liked
what he saw.

  All the fucking Daddy did kept Daddy in excellent shape.  There would be
no need for gyms and fitness centers if people would just FUCK whenever
they had a free moment or two.  In addition to being fit and healthy,
everyone would be way happier too.

  Daddy undressed with his back to Timmy, saving the "big moment" for last.
Daddy turned and showed Timmy his big, fat, stiff cock and hairy ball bag.
Timmy gasped and his face flushed with boyish sex-heat.

  This was going to be a really good Saturday, Daddy thought.

  Wordlessly, Daddy stepped forward to Timmy, who was still in his wedding
panties, Mary Janes and frilly socks.

  Timmy looked at Daddy with that
three-parts-innocent-and-one-part-streetwalker look that has enflamed men
throughout history.  Shyly, the boy reached out and touched the monster
that would soon defile him.

  It was hot to the touch.  Hard, yet smooth.  Like Andy's cock in some
ways, but bigger and...naughtier somehow.

  Timmy withdrew his hand and looked down shyly.  Then looked up at Daddy,
but only far enough to look at Daddy through his inch-long eyelashes.

  Daddy's cock twitched at that.

  This one wants it BAD, Daddy thought.

  Daddy had Timmy stand, then slid his panties down and removed the boy's
buttplug.  He lifted the boy by his bottom cheeks until their mouths were
in contact.  Then he rubbed his hairy body against the boy's slight frame
as they kissed and sucked tongues.

  Timmy really liked that.  And he liked it even more when Daddy slid two
fingers into Timmy's anus as they kissed.

  Timmy's cock was rubbing against a hairy spot just above Daddy's belly
button.  Which felt so good.  The prostate massage Timmy was getting was
heavenly.  And Daddy was such a good kisser.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  Timmy spunked.

  Really hard.

  And really creamily.

  All over Daddy's stomach.

  Daddy let Timmy ride out his cum.  Then he laid the boy onto his back,
slid pillows under his hips, lifted the boy's calves up so they were on
Daddy's shoulders, and fucked Timmy.

  He didn't spare Timmy's asshole.

  Went right at it.  Since the buttplug, Daddy's fingers and the
"experience" with Andy had done their work on the pretty pucker.

  Still, Timmy had never had anything that big inside him before.  So of
course he screamed.  Which made the Boffwell's next-door neighbor,
Mr. Oldman, wonder for the umpteenth time why the Boffwell boys watched so
many horror films on TV.

  Timmy was full of cock.

  And it didn't take him long to get used to it.  When he did, he wanted it
moving.  Rubbing his prostate, the way Andy rubbed it.  Only more so.

  Timmy didn't say "Fuck me!" but he wiggled his bottom and panted.  Which
was good enough for Daddy.

  Daddy could feel Timmy's Mary Janes on his back as he urged Daddy
on. Every stroke brought a prostate-induced squeak from Timmy.

  What a great fucker, Timmy thought.  He could see where Andy got his
skill.

  What a great fuck, Daddy thought.  He could see why Andy didn't want to
lose this one.

  Daddy and Timmy went at it quite passionately until Timmy surprised them
both by cumming his pretty guts out.  Which triggered Daddy's ballbuster of
a cum.

  They heaved and jerked and drained each other's testicles.  Then they
uncoupled and kissed and fondled for quite a while. Until they were both
stiff and needy yet again.

  Daddy proved his parental "chops" by suggesting that they go downstairs
and see if Andy wanted to relieve Timmy of his latest erection.

  Timmy delightedly agreed.

  As Daddy walked the boy downstairs, he wondered what sort of a
Bacchanalian scene awaited.

  He was not disappointed.

  More in Part 6.

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