Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2008 09:25:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: The Little Prickpleaser -- Part Two The Little Prickpleaser -- Part Two By Beautiful Creamer One -- Six weeks later that summer Jack Miller was enjoying life much more than he was when this story began six weeks earlier. OK. Not entirely. There was the abject terror he felt every time he thought about the consequences of doing what he did every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon throughout that glorious season. Big consequences. A large helping of jail time. Lifetime, financial ruin. Likely castration administered savagely by his wife and/or sister. Stuff like that. Not that any of that was a sufficient deterrent to sway Jack from the blissful joy he derived from the very activity that threatened everything else in his life. It was kind of like Homer Simpson's toast: "To alcohol! The cause of and solution to all of life's problems." Fucking his beautiful, sublimely delicious nephew Billy was the cause of and solution to all of Jack's problems. Fucking 14-year-old Billy's perfect, plump, pink posterior was Jack's greatest joy. While he was fucking the angel, Jack was free of guilt and the terror of discovery. It was just those other, darned 160+ hours each week, when he wasn't fucking his nephew, that were the problem. That warm, sunny, late-August Friday afternoon, Jack was concentrating on the good part of his life. His manly cock was buried deeply into Billy's hot ass, as he pumped and groaned his way to his second orgasm of that spectacular day. The lovers were being a bit reckless that day. Usually they got into the pool naked, going only as far as "skinny-dipping horseplay." There was a big, high fence around the pool, but Jack didn't want to push his luck. The real, hardball sex usually took place indoors, in the guest bedroom. Great sex. The best Jack had ever had, by a large margin. Deep, anal sex between a beautiful boy and a man who, until six weeks earlier had believed himself to be completely hetero. Which suited pretty, young Billy just fine. All of his many manfriends and boyfriends were "hetero." Until they met Billy -- the little prickpleaser. Billy had seduced lots of men and one boy -- Matt Shagwell, an older boy who cut Billy's family's lawn. Matt was a nice guy, a very grateful fucker, and he sure did recover quickly if Billy wanted a lot of fucking in a brief time. Still, Billy preferred men. And he wasn't prejudiced against family members. Goodness no. Seducing his uncle was very easy. All he had to do was show the man (or any man) a goodly portion of his perfect, pink body. Wiggle his bottom a little. Give a sweet smile. And wait for the inevitable. Usually it began with kisses and the man sucking Billy's cock. The man was inevitably ravenously hungry for something he didn't know he needed. Beautiful friendships followed quickly. Billy had even [blush] seduced his own Daddy. That was the best. Daddy was Billy's favorite lover. And his most frequent. Daddy fucked Billy at least once a day -- whenever they were home alone. Which wasn't often enough. Though that was about to change. Which was why Billy was very, very happy that Friday afternoon. You see, Billy's mother and his sister Megan, who had just gotten home from her summer-long job as a camp counselor, were going away later that afternoon to visit Grandma. For a whole weekend!!!!!! Just Billy and Daddy! Alone! For a weekend!!! It would be a honeymoon with Daddy!!!! Worthy of excessive exclamation points!!!!!!!! Good things always seemed to happen to Billy. And a very good thing was happening to Billy in Uncle Jack's pool that Friday afternoon. Billy and Uncle Jack were standing naked in four feet of water. The man's fat cock was plowing Billy's submerged bottomhole, rubbing Billy's tender prostate with each glorious stroke. Billy had watched Uncle Jack shed his inhibitions little by little all summer. Each time he took Billy home, he kissed the boy on the lips -- right there in the car, sort of in the open. Driving Billy to Jack's house, Jack often presented Billy with his exposed cock for a nice warm handjob or moist, deep sucking as they drove. Lately, they had even been fucking right there in Jack's eight-foot-fenced yard. The exposure made Jack a bit nervous, but he knew that all his neighbors worked, so no one would be home to see his illegal, immoral, incestuous antics with his nephew. Or so he thought. That Friday, Jack had passed "the point" and was pumping what he hoped would be a glorious creamy load into Billy's warm place. Billy's sissy squeals were half the fun and he was emitting them at a rapid pace. It was a great fuck and Billy was an enthusiastic "bottom." When all the cargo had been unloaded, Jack's cock slipped out of its happiest place. Jack turned Billy around and kissed him hungrily, the man's tongue deeply probing the boy's sweet mouth. Everything was great -- perfect even. Until Jack felt Billy softly break the kiss. He looked into Billy's lovely, blue eyes, ready to suggest an expedition to the bedroom, where they would renew their excursion to heaven. But Billy was looking at something behind Jack. What was he looking at? Then Jack heard Billy say, "Hello." Hello? Hello? An icepick of terror stabbed Jack's heart. Someone had discovered them! Unless... maybe it was a dog who had wandered into the pool area. Yeah. Or a bird. That was more plausible. Jack knew it wasn't a person because that would mean arrest, incarceration and castration, just for starters. And that couldn't really happen. So his heart rate sank from 186 to 127. Until he heard a soft voice behind him say, "Hello." The heart rate shot to 234!!!!!!! And the icepick was back in his chest! Who was it? The police? His wife? Homeland Security? Though terrified, Jack somehow managed to turn around and see who it was. It wasn't the police. It wasn't his wife. But it wasn't good either. It was the 12-year-old, next-door-neighbor kid, Tommy. And he was naked. Not only was he naked, his cock was stiff as a triple Jameson's on the rocks. Not only was he naked and stiff, the little dazzler was beautiful! Every bit as pretty as Billy -- more than likely still a virgin. Though perhaps not for long. None of this was registering in Jack's adrenalin-addled brain at that moment. Here's what poor Jack was thinking: "I'm fucked! "I'm going to prison for life. "I'll be some gang member's bitch boy. "Unless I run for it. "Which I'm going to do, right after I fuck Billy one last time. "I wonder if I'll be able to cum before this Tommy kid brings the police. "I'm truly fucked!" All of this was accentuated, of course, by trembling and panic, but only a minimal amount of lost randiness. Mostly because Jack couldn't help noticing that Tommy was extremely cute. With a nice-looking three-inch, uncircumcised peeny. That was drooling much more goo than Jack drooled when he was 12. Jack's center of brain activity was migrating from his head to his testicles -- its more natural position. So between waves of panic, Jack found himself wondering what Tommy's bottom looked like. Was it pink and plump, like Billy's? With a pretty little pink-brown pucker? He expected to see for himself any minute when Tommy turned to run away, screaming, in frantic pursuit of the police. But the kid wasn't moving. Which gave Jack just a smidgeon of hope. That and the fact that Tommy didn't seem upset about the carnal scene he had just witnessed. He was so un-upset that his drippy little stiffie was twitching. And then there was the matter of Tommy being naked. As were Jack and Billy. Tommy wasn't covering himself up or running or accusing. He didn't looked scared or anything. He looked...needy. Billy seemed quite unabashed by the situation. Of course, Jack thought. Billy wasn't committing a crime. He was the "victim" even though the little prickpleaser had seduced his Uncle Jack. And lots of others, if the truth were known. Billy looked at Tommy, then at Jack and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Jack. I don't think this boy's going to tell on us. I think he wants to join us. Am I right, Honey?" Billy asked the younger boy. Tommy shuddered. Then he said, "Oh, yes, please! My summer camp ended two weeks ago and my Mom left me home every afternoon while she volunteers at church. I've been looking out my bedroom window, watching you two and you're all I can think about. There's only one week left of summer and I can't wait any more. PLEASE, let me be with you and do things with you. I see what you do when you go upstairs to the guest bedroom. You never close the shades. I've never done any of that stuff you do, but I know I need to. PLEASE!" Well. An interesting situation. At least for Billy. Billy was always of the mind that more was better. A truly American attitude. Though he had never been involved with a younger boy, Billy was always ready for just about everything involving sex. For Jack, the situation was only slightly better than it had been moments earlier. It was clear now that he and Billy had been sloppy about so many security things. Now this...this child was involved. Tommy was too young for sex. Wasn't he? Still... The kid clearly wanted "it." Was willing to do what it took to get "it." He was certainly mega-cute! And surely a virgin. Which meant his "pussy" would be incredibly tight. Jack was beginning to have his doubts about Billy's virginal status when they had begun making love. The kid would probably "tell" if Jack didn't let him suck his mancock. And swallow his mancum. Probably even wanted Jack's cock in his bottom. And Jack did have open dates on Tuesday and Thursdays. The kid was practically FORCING Jack to have sex with him. It wasn't Jack's fault. Which Jack could surely use during the extenuation and mitigation portion of his sentencing hearing. While Jack was convincing himself that fucking Tommy would make Jack at least a Nobel Prize semi-finalist, Billy was taking action. He hoisted himself out of the pool, grabbed a towel to quickly dry himself mostly off, then moved toward Tommy. Jack stood in tummy-top-deep water and watched in lustful fascination as Billy opened his arms to Tommy. The younger, two-inch-shorter boy, folded himself into Billy's arms. Following a brief, mutually-naked embrace, the pretty boys tongue-kissed as they rubbed stiff cocks and fondled pink bodies. Billy softly pulled away from the deep kiss to look at Jack, then say to Tommy, "I know how you feel. I felt that way too. You need a man to make love to you. You ache for a man. My Uncle Jack is all man. He's made me the happiest sissyboy in the world. I think he can help you too and I'm willing to share Uncle Jack if he'll make love to you." Then Billy and Tommy looked at a quivering Uncle Jack. Billy said, "Please, Uncle Jack. Can we keep this boy? Will you suck his little prick and put your big thing into his bottom? I would be so grateful to you. So grateful." Jack gasped at the thought of the raw power of Billy's gratitude. The things a man would be willing to do to earn the pretty boy's appreciation. And all Jack would have to do to earn it would be to fuck the bottom of the second prettiest boy in the world. Jack shot out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried himself off as Tommy stared at Jack's slowly re-stiffening cock. When Jack saw Tommy lick his lips, he almost spurted right then. Jack tried to think pure thoughts so he wouldn't lose a load that had a greater destiny. Calmed a bit, he seized the agenda. "Let's go inside. Who knows who else is watching? Billy, will you please show Tommy the bedroom? And close the drapes this time. I'll be right behind you." Being behind the pretty boys was a great vantage point. Jack moaned softly as he watched Billy and Tommy climb the stairs. Was Tommy wiggling his ass for Jack's benefit? Was he "accidentally" "showing pink" to the almost-overwhelmed man? Tommy's bottom was worthy of a sculptor. A very randy, boy-loving sculptor. It was perfectly formed, slightly less developed than Billy's, but developing nicely. The boys were holding hands as they mounted the stairs...with Jack daydreaming about mounting them. Jack knew that there was no way he could satisfy both randy little creampuffs. But he was determined to die trying. When they reached the guest bedroom or, as Billy called it, the "playroom," Billy dutifully closed the drapes. Then he took Tommy's hand and led him to the bed, laying the young boy on his back. Tommy's tiny tickler stood skinned and proud. Leaking furiously. Tommy looked needily at Billy, then at Jack. Billy said, "Uncle Jack, I think Tommy would like to shoot his first cream into your mouth more than he would into mine. Am I right, Tommy?" Tommy whimpered and flashed his beautiful, blue eyes at Jack. Oh, well, Jack thought. They can't hang me twice. He got onto the bed, next to Tommy, and knelt in a position suitable for cock-sucking. Jack kissed all around Tommy's pubic area, then kissed and softly licked each of Tommy's "pretty pearls." Tommy squealed softly at the thick waves of pleasure he felt. Billy watched and thought, you ain't seen nothin' yet, kid. Then Jack began to gently lick the boy's sweet, pretty, pink knoblet. All tender and exposed to the man's lust. Tommy winced at the stabs of raw pleasure from the actions of the man's hot, wet mouth. The boy had touched himself "down there" a lot in the past year, especially in the past two weeks. But never "to completion." He was so young and virginal that even the idea of "completion" scared him a little. But not enough to tell Jack to stop sucking his cock so sweetly. Tommy shut his eyes and reveled in the sensations of those early-warnings we all love to feel. Oh, it was awesome! He knew something wonderful would happen soon. And then...Jack stopped sucking Tommy's cock! Tommy opened his eyes and saw Jack looking behind himself. Jack scarcely believed what was happening, even though he saw it and felt it. Really felt it. As Jack was on the bed, on his knees, licking and sucking Tommy's pretty popsy, Billy had scooted up behind his uncle and was tonguing the man's hairy bottomhole. Sticking his tongue right in there. Deeply. Jack couldn't believe it. It was so totally "dirty." No one had ever done that to him in his life. Certainly not his wife, who didn't even like to "do it" with the lights on. And she never wanted a cock in her "servant's entrance." Billy noticed that Jack had stopped sucking Tommy's cock. He withdrew his tongue from its pungent target and smiled at Jack. "I told you I would be grateful. Uncle Jack," Billy said. Then the sweet boy resumed his tonguey excavations. And a fiercely aroused Jack resumed sucking Tommy's stiffie. Tommy squealed with the joy of sexual discovery and impending orgasm. The boy knew he was going to make a creamy load -- he had observed Jack and Billy spurting all over each other several times. He just didn't know what it would feel like. When he felt it, he rated it five stars (out of three possible). Tommy had never enjoyed anything in his life half as much as that heaving orgasm he pumped into Jack's warm, wet mouth that day. He screamed with sexual surprise and limitless joy. Though the boy was young and his package quite small, he produced a very respectable first spermstorm. Six creamy spurts entered Jack's delighted mouth. The man swallowed the boy's load and licked his lips. Jack was very excited by naughtiness of swallowing a pretty boy's first sperm cocktail, accentuated by a second pretty boy tonguing the man's hairy hole. Then things got better. Tommy didn't know much about sex, but he had learned about fairness in kindergarten. The neighbor man's cock clearly needed sucking. It was very stiff; its foreskin was back all the way; and its head was almost purple. And the neighbor man had just sucked Tommy's cock. And swallowed his cream. So fair's fair. Tommy scooted down and began to kiss and lick the tender head of Jack's prick. As Billy ran his tongue in and out of Jack's bottomhole. Poor Jack. Lucky Jack. How long could any of us have held our juices in if faced by that enviable situation? Not very long. Not Jack. Two minutes. And Jack was spraying his new loverboy's face with a nice, creamy load. Tommy's face was drenched with cum. And he couldn't have been happier. Nor could Billy. The little prickpleaser removed his tongue from Jack's asshole and relocated it onto Tommy's face. Licking up Jack's cum. Kissing Tommy in the process. Tommy sucking Billy's pungent tongue. Jack lay on his back, chest heaving, as he watched his little "harem" members kiss and fondle each other's pricklets. Inevitably the little creampuffs slid into a naughty sixty-nine. Kissing and sucking. Licking. Slurping. Jack lay on his back, his wondrous eyes observing the thrilling scene in all its glory. Tommy was learning about cocksucking from a true hall-of-famer. And for a new "pipeuse" as the French say, the young boy was giving almost as good as he got. The randy little boys worked each other into quite a lather, then, almost simultaneously, spurted their spermies down each other's pretty throats. Jack enjoyed the show very much. And so did Jack's penis. Which, despite all its recent hard work, was regaining a measure of its vigor. Then things got even better. The pretty boys disengaged their mouths from each other's cocks, then scooted up on either side of the luckiest man in town. Jack took turns kissing the boys as they fondled his stiffening cock and once-again-heavy balls. Jack was busy too, inserting a finger or two into each boy's pretty bum as they kissed the older man tonguily. Then Billy got a great idea. He broke the kiss with Jack, then said to an all-eager-to-please Tommy, "Straddle Uncle Jack's shoulders, facing his feet. I'll show you what to do." And so Billy did. He positioned Tommy so that the boy's bottom was poised above Jack's face. Then he had Tommy lower his perfect butt onto Jack's eager mouth. And tongue. Like Jack, Tommy had never had a tongue in his butthole until that lovely day. And like Jack, he liked it a lot. Who wouldn't? Anyway, through a haze of building lust, Tommy watched as Billy lubed his fingers thoroughly, then eased them into his own tight pooter. Satisfied with his self-lubrication/dilation, Billy straddled Jack's hips. Then the lovely lad placed Jack's peehole at Billy's pink pucker. Slowly, sexily, Billy eased his bottom down until Jack's cock was distending Billy's bowels. Tommy gazed with awe as Billy sat on Jack's pubic hairs. Face-to-face with the pre-teen beauty, Billy leaned forward and kissed Tommy hotly as Billy humped slowly up and down on Jack's cock and Tommy reveled in Jack's enthusiastic analingus. Jack decided that any future punishment he might endure would pale in comparison to what was happening to him at that lovely moment. But then everything stopped. Billy stopped bouncing on Jack's delighted rammer. Tommy pulled his bottomhole away from Jack's tongue. Huh? As it turned out, Billy was once again demonstrating his boundless generosity. Believing that the current stiff condition of Jack's "Mr. Johnson" would be his last really good one of that exhausting day, he decided that Tommy should enjoy it. In his virginal bottom. Which Jack had just lubricated and dilated with his tongue. What a fine young man Billy was. Billy said to Tommy, "Straddle Uncle Jack's hips and face him. That's it. His cock will hurt a little when he gets the head past that impossibly tight ring of yours. Then it'll hurt again when you get the shaft in there. But Uncle Jack will be gentle and you'll love it when you get used to it." Tommy nodded at Billy. He was fearful all right. But he knew that, like every pretty boy, what he needed most in his life was a good, stiff fucking. So, with Billy's guidance, the little angel eased himself down so that Jack's cockhead was just peeking into paradise. That felt awesome, so he scrunched down a bit more. Oh. That hurt a little. Tommy paused to get used to things until... Billy had slipped behind Tommy and had grabbed him by the shoulders. With a strong push, Billy shoved Tommy's body down so that Jack's cockhead and three inches of shaft were embedded in Tommy's horribly stretched bottom. Tommy, of course, screamed. And tried to dislodge the anal invader. Billy, however, held Tommy's shoulders and, kissing the younger boy's neck, soothed him, saying, "It's OK, Baby. It's OK. You would have suffered a lot more going in one centimeter at a time, believe me. Now just wait a few seconds and you'll be fine." [Kiss] [Cockstroke] [Nipplerub] Billy was right. The pain did go away. And was replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness. And rampant randiness. Tommy winced and sat all the way down onto Jack's cock. Ow. Though not as bad. It was a good thing Tommy hadn't studied too much science yet or he would have known that what he had just accomplished was impossible. Ten pounds of cock will not fit into a one-pound bag. Science apparently is overrated. But fucking isn't. It was way better than Tommy had ever imagined. Especially with Billy behind Tommy, kissing his neck and shoulders as he sweetly wanked the copulating boy. Jack was having a rather good time, though his thoughts had drifted from potential incarceration to potential entombment. These two boys would surely fuck the life out of the man. If only we all had such problems. All good fucks must come to a creamy end. Tommy spurted first. The anal contractions that sweetness engendered gripped Jack's cock in such a way that he was powerless to retain his own sperm. Tommy whimpered with raw lust as he felt Jack's five thick sperm globs invade his bowels. And a good time was had by all. Even by Billy, who had cum less frequently than any of the trio. That was OK with him, since, when he got home, he would be alone with Daddy. For 48 glorious, fuck-filled hours. At 4 p.m., after a lot of farewell kissing and promises of another session on Monday, Tommy scooted home and Jack took Billy home. To his Daddy. And his Daddy's cock. Two -- The new, improved, post-fuck Tommy Poor Tommy's head was spinning when he sneaked back to his house and his bedroom. His asshole was sore from the neighbor man's fat cock. His balls felt as if they had been horsewhipped. He had never been happier. Tommy learned a lesson few of us learn until far too late in our lives. No guts, no glory. Tommy had the guts to "stick up," literally, for what he needed. And he was gloriously fucked for his efforts. Maybe now he would have the courage to ask for everything he wanted. Covering his tracks, Tommy took a nice, long shower, washing his private parts, especially his "boyhole" with a warm, soapy washcloth. Oops. He was stiff again. What an insatiable little tramp Tommy was! The pretty boy giggled at the thought. Tommy thought about wanking away his immediate urges, but decided that he'd better get supper started before his Mom and Daddy came home. The boy dressed rapidly in shorts and tshirt, then assembled a pretty nice chicken casserole. As he shoved it into the oven, he giggled, remembering how the neighbor man had shoved it into his pretty bottom. Mr. Miller was a very hunky man. It was no wonder that Billy boy seduced him. Tommy was sure of that, by the way. He knew Billy seduced Mr. Miller, not vice versa. It took one to know one. Tommy had all the makings of a successful seductress career ahead of him. But he knew that Billy was the role model to which, at his age, Tommy could only aspire. Billy was a prickpleaser's prickpleaser. Tommy was getting stiff again thinking about how pretty Billy was. If only he and Billy could be best friends. Then he remembered. Billy had asked for Tommy's phone number. Maybe the Little Prickpleaser would be calling Tommy soon. When Mom and Daddy got home and they all ate supper, Tommy wanted to share his good news. "Mom, Daddy. You know Mr. Miller next door? The man with the pool? Anyway, I went over there naked today and asked him to fuck me. Politely, like you said I should talk to grownups. He did fuck me. A lot. And it was great." But no. Instead, he replied "Fine" to the standard, perfunctory, "How was your day?" question. And listened to Mom and Daddy discuss the ups and downs of being a grownup. Tommy giggled to think that he liked the "ins" and "outs" of grownups way better. After supper, he and Daddy went into the family room and watched a manly movie. "300" about these Spartans who fought a bijillion Persians and died honorably. That's what it was supposed to be about. What Tommy saw was a bunch of very hunky, half-naked men throwing and stabbing with phallic symbols like spears and swords. Was Tommy the only one who thought it was the gayest movie he ever saw? Every now and then during the movie, Tommy looked at Daddy. Daddy was at least as hunky as any of the men in the movie. Oh. Daddy was Tommy's dream lover. Better than Mr. Miller even. But it could never be. Or could it? Halfway through the movie, Tommy decided to start finding out. He moved from the chair to join Daddy on the couch -- sitting at the far end. Tommy scooched himself around a bit so that his gorgeous, bare feet were on Daddy's lap. His right foot leaning against Daddy's half-hard cock. Tommy knew this was the kind of no-guts-no-glory move that his idol Billy would make. He awaited Daddy's reaction. Which wasn't long in arriving. And happened in two ways. First, and very encouragingly, Daddy's cock went from half-hard to fully hard. Tommy had to stop himself from rubbing his foot against it -- the sole caressing the cockhead. Instead he just let his foot sit there, nestled against Daddy's stiffie. Second, and even more encouragingly, Daddy, almost casually held Tommy's left foot, the one that wasn't against his cock, and began to massage it as they watched hunky Spartans on TV. Daddy hadn't done anything like that with Tommy since he was a little boy. The foot massage felt so good! And it was so intimate. Daddy even took the time to caress each individual toe with his strong hands. Oh, if he would only take each toe into his mouth and suck it. Not yet. Daddy finished the left foot and went to work on the right. Tommy placed his left foot fully on Daddy's stiff cock and moaned softly as Daddy caressed his foot and toes. "Oh, that feels good, Daddy," Tommy said. He wanted Daddy to take our his stiff cock and let Tommy rub it between his feet until Daddy spurted his hot cream all over Tommy's feet. Not yet. The movie ended and it was Tommy's bed time. He kissed Mom and Daddy good night, then went upstairs to his room. Tommy stripped naked and stood in front of his mirror. Not bad. Tommy imagined the uproar he would have caused if he had walked into that Spartan camp. He would have been fucked 300 times, he was sure of it. Still standing in front of his mirror, Tommy began to skin his cockhead. Back and forth. Thinking about those Spartans...and Mr. Miller...and Billy...and [gasp, pant] Daddy!!! Tommy cried out, "Oh, Daddy!" then spurted thick ropes of creamy cum dead center on the mirror. What a mess, Tommy thought, when his orgasm subsided and he opened his eyes. Tommy looked into the mirror and saw a big cummy mess. Which he could clean up. But what he also saw would be more difficult to clean up. Daddy was standing there!!!! How much had he seen???? How much had he heard???? Tommy was mortified! But Daddy took charge. He said, "It's OK, Sport. I know boys have needs. I didn't want to violate your privacy. I just wanted to say good night. Go ahead and clean up and I'll be back later to say good night again." Daddy left. Tommy's eyes had filled with tears. He was shaking. But Daddy hadn't spazzed out or anything. He was loving and understanding. What a wonderful man. Tommy wanted him even more. And, Tommy wondered, now that Daddy had seen Tommy naked and cumming, would Daddy be thinking about Tommy? Tommy quickly cleaned the cum off the mirror, then got into his shortest shorty pajamas. It was a warm night, so he lay on the sheet, waiting for Daddy to return. Moments later, Daddy filled the door. Daddy looked at Tommy, lying there looking so darned cute. When did that all happen that his boy became so sexy? And why had he massaged the boy's feet in that half-sexual way? Maybe he needed to talk to Tommy about things. In a fatherly way. Daddy sat on Tommy's bed and looked at his son. The little cockteaser was beautiful. Boys would be pulling his pants down and fucking him soon enough. Unless that had already happened. Daddy decided to be responsibly parental. He held Tommy's left facial cheek in his right hand and said, "I know how it is to be starting puberty, Tommy. All those new feelings. And I know boys need to `relieve the pressure' now and then. But be careful about how you relieve your pressure, OK?" Tommy answered that question truthfully. "I don't understand, Daddy." Daddy sighed. He wasn't expressing himself well. Maybe a demonstration. Daddy extended both his arms, grabbed the elastic at both of Tommy's hips and with one steady motion, pulled off the pretty boy's pajama bottoms. Exposing his tiny, painfully stiff cock and kissable bag of peanuts to his Daddy. Tommy squeaked in surprise. And wonder. Life had improved a lot for Tommy in the past ten hours. Now that he had Tommy's full attention, Daddy began his fatherly chat. "Son, hormones are flowing through you now, stirring you up in ways you could never have imagined; am I right?" Tommy nodded. "You're a very beautiful boy, Tommy. That's good, because the pretty girls will like you, once they figure out that the thugs are not for them. That takes awhile for some girls. But there will also be boys who will want you. Since you're so pretty. Do you know what I mean by boys wanting you?" Tommy nodded and said, "I think so." Daddy was pleased that he was communicating so well. "Boys will take one look at you and they'll want to pull your pants down. Just the way I did." Tommy looked puzzled and asked, "Is that good, Daddy?" The question surprised Daddy. And made his ears warm. "That's something you'll need to decide, Tommy. All boys `fool around' with each other some. Until the girls get around to deciding they want to `give it up.' Then most boys just stick with girls. Understand?" Tommy nodded. "I think so." Daddy went on. "See, you have a blessing and a curse. Your blessing is that you're the prettiest boy in the whole town. [Daddy hadn't met Billy yet, obviously] The curse is that you're the prettiest boy in the whole town. Boys will want to `do things' with you and you'll probably want to do things with them." Tommy opened his mouth to ask the "Is that good?" question again, but Daddy pressed on. "I know. You want to know what kinds of things. Well, the basic thing is what you were doing to yourself when I walked in before. It's fun to do, but lots more fun when you do it with someone else. No one gets hurt. And everyone's happy. So I recommend you do that when you have the urge. Alone or with someone. OK?" Tommy looked a bit puzzled, then, in a great, what would Billy do moment, Tommy asked, "Could you show me, Daddy?" Daddy looked stricken. He hadn't planned this visit and talk so he could masturbate his son. Had he? But it was his clear responsibility to educate the lad in the ways of life. And his poor penis looked so needy. Sticking up. Throbbing. Prettily. Daddy gulped, licked his fingers and applied them to Tommy's foreskin. Skinning it back. Exposing the pink head and drooling peelips. Tommy moaned softly as Daddy picked up the pace. Daddy couldn't believe he was doing what he was doing. Or that he enjoyed it so much. Bringing his son such pleasure. Daddy even cuddled Tommy's ball bag as his son grunted his way to a heaving, desperate orgasm. Spurting thick strands of boyish goo all over his pajama top. Suddenly realizing that the wife may appear at any moment, Daddy pulled a sheet over the cummy Tommy and licked the evidence off his own hand. Couldn't believe he did that. Fearing getting caught, Daddy said, "I hope you learned something, son." Tommy said, "Yes, Daddy. That was awesome. But you said it's best when guys do it together. Can we do it to each other the next time?" Daddy shuddered. For the first time in quite a while, Daddy didn't refer a difficult question to his wife. Still, he gave the standard parental answer. "We'll see. Good night." And he left. Tommy sighed happily. Daddy had licked Tommy's cum off his fingers. Mmmmm. Tommy slid into dreamland, contemplating a very interesting future. Three -- Honeymoon with Daddy Billy was a good boy. He wanted to make his Daddy, whom Billy loved desperately, happy. So he wanted their "honeymoon weekend" alone to be perfect. And Billy, his mouth and his bottom, would do everything he could to make Daddy happy. Still... Billy liked his freedom. He liked loving Daddy in the mornings, then going out to see his friends during the day. Spending 48 straight hours with Daddy could be, though Billy hated to say it, more boring than his usual life. But that was a worry for later. That Friday afternoon at 5, Billy had just showered and was pat-drying himself off. He followed that with some nice talcum powder on his tummy, the insides of his thighs, his underarms and his bottom. Then he carefully combed his hair, brushed his teeth and gargled. So he was all fresh for Daddy. Daddy would be home from work in ten minutes. Billy considered what to wear. "Nothing" seemed like a good option. But Billy liked a bit of mystery. So he put on a powder-yellow pair of what he called "boy panties." Silky, brief-briefs, with a peeflap. So teeny that a good two inches of bottom crack showed. Billy looked at himself in the mirror. He was fucking gorgeous. Way prettier than that Tommy boy he met earlier that day. Though he had to admit -- the boy had prickpleaser potential. Billy looked at how saucily his stiff prick tented those overchallenged undies. He wondered if Daddy would survive a whole weekend of fucking Billy. What if Mom and Megan came home and Daddy was at the undertakers? "Honest, Mom. I told him not to empty his balls in my bottom that 13th time. I said it was unlucky." Is that what he would have to tell them? Billy was so pre-occupied that he didn't notice that Daddy had entered the room. Sneaking up behind Billy. Encircling him with his Daddyish arms. Kissing his soft neck. "Oh, Daddy," Billy cooed. Maybe they should stop at twelve anal deposits, Billy thought. Just to be sure. What would he do without Daddy? Daddy turned Billy around and kissed him hungrily, with maximum tongue. Somehow Daddy wrestled his clothes off as they kissed. And there they were. On Billy's bed. Daddy slid his hand into the rear of Billy's "boy panties" and caressed the world's finest ass. Daddy's mouth left Billy's and migrated to the boy's puffy, brown, left nipple. Daddy sucked Billy's stiff nipple as he entered Billy's "tulip" with his middle finger. Billy was having a really good day. Billy always had a really good day. And it got better when Daddy's mouth left the nubby nipple and began to suck Billy's cock, without removing his pretty boy panties. Daddy's finger found Billy's prostate and he massaged it mercilessly as he sucked Billy's cock through a mask of silk. Daddy had never done that before and it was very nice. So nice that Billy spermed his panties really bad. Drenching them with his flood of heavenly juices. Clearly proud of his work, Daddy removed the cummy trophy-to-be from his lover's loins and turned the boy onto his stomach. "Get up on your knees and spread your legs, Baby," Daddy said. Daddy always called Billy "Baby" when they made love. Probably because calling him "Billy" or "son" would have seemed gayer. Daddy still had issues. Oh well. Billy spread `em as directed and naughty Daddy dipped his fingers into Billy's cummy panties. Carefully, lovingly, the man used the boy's cum to lubricate his asshole for a proper fucking. Mmmmm. Daddy's cum-drenched fingers felt good in Billy's oft-fucked posterior. And oh...so did Daddy's cock. Daddy was on his knees behind Billy. Fucking him vigorously. With Megan home from her camp counselor job, Billy and Daddy had barely fucked all week. Though Mom had definitely taken up the slack. Daddy fucked her at least twice a day all week. She probably thought it was because she was going away and Daddy would miss her. It wasn't a problem for Billy of course. He was well-fucked all week by his friends, like Uncle Jack, Mr. Gelato, Officer Friendly, and Matt the lawn boy. But he still missed his morning love with Daddy. Though Daddy had given Mom two really nice shags that morning, before she went away, he had saved lots of passion for Billy. Daddy couldn't believe how hot he was for his son. And what a fantastic piece of ass the boy was. Daddy's balls couldn't hold on to their passengers very long when his cock was telling them to abandon ship. The 32nd time he slapped his balls against Billy's perfect ass, Daddy's testicles erupted. Flooding Billy's bowels. Making them both very happy. And it was only 5:43 p.m. Three fucks and 14+ hours later, at 8:15 on Saturday morning, Billy awoke. What a night! Daddy was an animal! He had fucked Billy and sucked his little cock until even Billy needed to rest. Billy had never spent the night with a man. Or longer that about 90 minutes. He liked it. A lot. Sleeping in the loving arms of a manly, stubbly-bearded creature. Waking up during the night to submit to every one of the man's disgusting needs. Sucking and licking new and different body parts. Yum! Still, Billy liked variety. And he was hungry. Since Daddy, whose snoring was the only sign that he was not DOA, showed no signs of making breakfast, Billy would have to feed himself. So Billy, though spotted with dried cum in several parts of his body, including his face, slipped on a pair of lavender, boy panties and went to the kitchen to make himself some cereal. And that would have been all he did that lovely August morning. If he hadn't looked out the backyard window...and seen Matt Shagwell. Hunky, 16-year-old Matt was getting the lawnmower ready...to cut the grass...and maybe see Billy...and fuck him. Billy's family had the best maintained lawn in the state. Billy went out to the back porch and greeted Matt. Matt was shirtless, but Billy was wearing only boy panties and dried cum. Their eyes locked and cocks stiffened. Matt was just a little bit curious about how Billy was in his house at 8:25, having obviously been fucked all night. Billy and his father? No way. Couldn't be. Irrelevant to the issue at hand anyway. Matt's cock, after all, was stiff. And Billy was a world-class stiffness remover. Billy crooked his finger for Matt to come inside. Matt half-ran to comply. They usually kissed for a while, then fucked in the kitchen, Billy bent over a counter. That day, Billy led Matt into the family room, where he stripped off his panties and lay on his back on the oriental rug. Matt removed his shorts and underpants, then mounted the boy he considered the love of his life. Knowing Billy's hole was open and buttered, Matt entered him. Billy squealed. Perhaps a bit loudly. Maybe loud enough for Daddy to hear. And wake up. And come down to defend his turf. Maybe they would fight over Billy. With fists. Men being manly over the need to possess Billy. All the while Billy crying and begging them to stop. Billy was a good boy. But the notion of that scene excited him had him quite sexually "bothered." So much that he gave Matt an extra helping of sound effects during their all-too-brief, but vigorous coupling. Matt and Billy did a lot of post-coital kissing, Billy even stuck his finger into Matt's bottom and rubbed his prostate to get him hard again. Round two was longer and louder. But still no Daddy to defend Billy's honor. After Matt creamed Billy's butt for the second time he reluctantly kissed Billy goodbye, and began cutting the lawn. Billy ate his cereal, wondering if Daddy were truly deceased. After he cleaned his bowl and put it away, Billy grabbed his boy panties and went back upstairs. To his room. And a still-snoring Daddy. Billy figured that the elderly needed their rest. So he left Daddy alone. Except for sucking his cock. Just to get it stiff. Which kind of woke Daddy up. And Daddy went back to work on a new record for boyfucking. Around noon, even Billy and Daddy were grossed out by the cummy sheets and the overpowering smell of excessive fucking. They got up, opened the windows, sprayed the air, changed the sheets and showered. Together, of course. And yes, they fucked in the shower. Daddy, who hadn't eaten in 24 hours, was hungry for something other than Billy's boy's cream. Father and son put on shorts and shirts and went to the kitchen for a sandwich. And an opportunity to catch their breath. Billy decided to change the agenda a bit. "Daddddddyyyyyy," Billy asked in that, "I'm too cute to deny anything to" voice, "would you like to meet a new friend of mine?" Daddy frowned. On their honeymoon weekend? An intruder? Billy persisted. "He's a nice boy, Daddy. He's younger than me and he's very pretty. And he likes big, strong men. Like you, Daddy." Was Billy offering Daddy another Billy? In his bed? Hmmmmm. Daddy assessed the situation. Billy clearly wanted to introduce a third player to their cozy lovenest. If Billy, the boy who was providing Daddy magnificent sex and, by his silence, keeping Daddy out of jail, really wanted something, could Daddy really deny him? Still, fucking another underaged boy sort of increased the probability of catastrophe. Then again, if the boy were truly as hot as Billy described him... And what man doesn't enjoy a little "strange" now and then? Sex with two "Billys?" Watching then kissing and sucking each other during Daddy's recharge time? On balance, Daddy decided more sex was better than less sex. Surprised? Billy was very grateful to Daddy for doing what Billy wanted. And as we know, Billy's gratitude is something to seek and treasure forever. Billy called Tommy and, luckily, the boy answered. "Hi, Tommy, this is Billy. We met yesterday at my Uncle Jack's. Do you remember me?" What a question. Tommy was delighted to hear from Billy. And so soon. "Sure, Billy. It's good to hear from you. I was hoping you would call." Billy smiled. Everyone liked to hear from him. No wonder. Billy was a good boy. "Tommy, I know this is kind of `last minute,' but are you busy this afternoon?" "No, Billy. What do you need?" "Well, it's like this. My Mom and my sister are out of town and my Daddy and I have been fucking our brains out. I told Daddy about you and he would really like to meet you. We could, you know, do things like yesterday. Would you like that?" Tommy was trembling. He managed to croak out a "yes, please." Then Billy said, "OK, then tell your Mom or Daddy to get on the phone. I'll get my Daddy to set it all up." Tommy did so and Billy's Daddy smooth-talked Tommy's Mom into a "play-date" with his new friend Billy. The Mom even drove Tommy to Billy's house to meet Billy and his Daddy. Just to be sure all was on the up and up. Truth be told, Tommy's Mom was in a bit of a hurry. It seemed that her husband, for reasons she couldn't explain, had been ravenous for her body since the previous evening. Though she didn't know why he was suddenly fucking her like a sex-starved beast, she was enjoying every cum-drenched minute of it. Getting Tommy out of the house for the afternoon meant more of the best sex she had had in years. So she was eager to get home, strip to her black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and frilly garter belt, get on her back and spread her legs. Satisfied with Tommy's safety, she rushed off to be satisfied again and again by her uncharacteristically randy husband. Leaving Tommy in Billy's and Daddy's hands. Which were soon all to be all over Tommy. The soon-to-be-happy trio stood in the family room -- near where Matt had fucked Billy twice, hours earlier. And looked at each other. Tommy was trembling. Billy's Daddy was as hunky as advertised. But did Tommy really want to be fondled, fucked and sucked by a man he didn't know? Oh yes. Daddy was very taken by Tommy's beauty. And his barely-twelve youth was extra naughty. But did he really want the risk of fucking the pre-teen? Oh yes. Billy wished they'd all just stop thinking and get to it. So he shucked off his shorts and tshirt and invited Tommy and Daddy to join him. And so they did. All of them naked and rampant in Billy's family room. Daddy finally realized that, as the man, he was supposed to be in charge. He sat in the room's big easy chair and looked at the delicious bodies of the two boys. That Tommy was a charmer. Had he been fucked? Probably. No sane Daddy or uncle could keep his hands off someone like Tommy for long. The boy had a pretty little pink package. Three perfect inches of stiff love. And a foreskin so formidable that it covered all but the delicious peehole. Two tasty pearls in a wrinkly bag, dangling saucily, inviting a man's kisses. Daddy's cock twitched at the sight of Tommy. Tommy was already half in love with Daddy. The man was almost as handsome and hunky as his own Daddy. And unlike that slowpoke, Tommy's Daddy, Billy's Daddy was naked and ready for Tommy. "Come sit on my lap, my darlings," Daddy invited. Billy gladly sat on Daddy's left thigh, Tommy on his right thigh. The hairs tickled Tommy's bare bottom, but he was far too excited to complain about that. Two delicious, naked darlings for his lustful amusement! Good thing Daddy's heart was strong. And his cock. Boldly, Tommy leaned forward and kissed Billy on the lips. Billy sucked in Tommy's tongue and the afternoon began in earnest. Daddy watched the pretty boys hug and kiss, getting quite steamed up from the voyeuristic delight. Then Daddy felt a hand on his cock -- Tommy's -- and he surrendered to the pleasure of it all. The boys leaned toward Daddy in a tangle of beautiful skin, groping hands and bodies straining for sexual release. Rather than shoot sperm skyward, Tommy stood and offered Daddy's mouth his dripping cock. Billy fell to his knees and took Daddy's oft-challenged stiffie into his warm, skilled mouth. Tommy fed Daddy his cock. Eyes closed. Approaching a very personal paradise. Happy that he was only in day two of his "real" life. Tommy's breathing picked up. He imagined that it was HIS Daddy sucking his cock and that did the deed. Slam, bam. Thank you, man. Five luscious globs of boy's cream nourished Daddy. Tommy squealed and half-screamed throughout the ecstatic agony. And Billy kept sucking his Daddy's excited, but well-used cock. Daddy didn't cum. But that was OK. Because when Tommy stopped shivering, Daddy spat out the boy's cock, pulled his Johnson out of Billy's mouth, pushed Billy onto his back, mounted his son and plunged his cock into the undefeated-and-still-champion-sissyboy's hot kiester. Daddy gave Billy an excellent 15 minutes of "what-for" under Tommy's fascinated gaze. Then he came a bucket in the boy's bowels, rolled off him and watched as Tommy sucked Billy to a creamy conclusion. Whew. The three lovers lay on the oriental rug in the family room. Daddy wondered how easy it would be to get cum stains out of the rug before Mom got home. There were plenty of them, including some in a part of the rug where the three had not fucked. How did they get there? Oh well. To save further messes, Daddy suggested that they adjourn to Billy's room. After Daddy made one phone call. To Tommy's Mom. Fortunately, she was between fucks when the phone rang. She answered and heard, "Would it be OK if Tommy stayed over? The boys are getting along so well and Billy has so few friends. I'll take them out for pizza and have Tommy home by 9 tomorrow. Would that be all right?" A whole night alone with her inexplicably oversexed husband? Cool. All was settled. When Daddy told Tommy the good news, the boy was floating. Billy told Daddy, "I'm very grateful, Daddy." Ooohhh. Daddy suggested a short nap. Which only he took. Billy and Tommy explored each other's perfect, naked bodies with hands, lips and tongues. Making each other cum quite messily. Daddy woke up after two ball-charging hours and was ready to fuck Tommy. He watched with dick-stiffening absorption as Billy prepared Tommy for his Daddy's cock. The older pretty boy "ate out" the younger one for a squealing half hour, making him perfectly receptive to Daddy's "big boy." Daddy considered the best position. "Why don't you spoon up behind him, Daddy?" Billy suggested, Daddy did so, both lovers on their left sides. Sliding into a well-prepared-though-excruciatingly-tight asshole is one of life's great joys. It took Daddy a few minutes to be properly seated. And he enjoyed every noise he heard from the almost-painfully-stretched Tommy, especially, "It's so big!" When he was all in, Daddy leaned over and breathed to Tommy, "I'm going to fuck you now, Sweetie. Do you want that?" A tiny whimper of assent from Tommy excited Daddy even more. He was just about to pump when he felt...a tongue! Billy's tongue. Licking his hairy bottomhole! "Fuck him, Daddy," Billy said. "Fuck him good. Make the little creampuff pregnant!" Then the sweet boy resumed his excellent tongue work. Daddy thought, "Having my ass reamed by one beautiful boy as I fuck another? Who need a lottery win?" Daddy pumped in and out of Tommy's hot hole as the boy gasped and panted through each exquisite rub of his prostate. Billy licked his Daddy's hairy hole as the man fucked. A tricky maneuver, but Billy was a good boy. Good to his Daddy. Good to his Uncle Jack. Good to Tommy. Good to Matt. Good to his men friends. And he would be good to the people he would meet in high school, which would begin in just a few days. Everyone loves a good boy. 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 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) July 26, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008