Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 12:17:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Little Prickpleaser 3

  The Little Prickpleaser -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- Billy Goes to High School

  Fourteen-year-old Billy enjoyed life.

  He had lots of friends and the list grew longer all the time.

  His parents, especially his Daddy, loved Billy very much.

  He had a wonderful Uncle Jack, who loved Billy very much like Billy's
Daddy loved Billy.

  Billy even loved his trampy, big-titted, two-years-older sister Megan.

  Every day was a wonderful adventure for Billy and he saw high school as
the pathway to even greater adventure.

  But that's the way it is when you're a world-class, drop-dead-gorgeous,
big-dicked sissyboy.  And sexually generous.

  Not everyone was happy about Billy going to high school.  Daddy was in
dark despair about it.  When Billy was in "middle school," Megan and Mama
were out of the house an hour before Daddy and Billy.  Which gave them a
lovely hour each day to fuck.

  And fuck they did.

  Now, with Billy in high school, the father-son lovers would only be able
to sneak a fuck whenever they could.  Which was making Daddy crazy.

  Billy wasn't worried about it.  He was pretty sure that a desperate Daddy
would think of something.

  Uncle Jack wasn't happy that Billy was going to high school either.  All
summer, three days a week, he was fucking his nephew gloriously under the
guise of giving him "swimming lessons."  Now, they would be limited to
"sneak fucks."

  Billy wasn't too worried about Uncle Jack.  The man's next door neighbor,
12-year-old Tommy, and Jack had been "hiding the salami" quite regularly
since Tommy walked in on Jack and Billy in full, poolside coitus one lovely
day.

  Things were good for Billy's Mama.  A sexually frustrated Daddy was
fucking her twice each night and once each morning -- though Daddy told
Billy Mama was no substitute for Billy.

  Billy was a good boy.  So he wanted to focus on his studies at high
school.  Like the study of all those older boys who looked at Billy, got
erections and didn't know why.

  Billy's friend, 16-year-old Matt Shagwell knew why.  Matt had been
cutting Billy's grass then fucking Billy's ass all summer.

  Things were going to be good at high school.  Billy just knew it.  And
his prediction came true on the second day of classes.


  Two -- Progressive education.

  The first day of school had been pretty uneventful for Billy, though he
did enjoy the "looks" he had gotten from teachers and "alpha boys."
Confused looks from men and boys who considered themselves fiercely
heterosexual.

  Billy loved those looks.

  Billy was a "game changer" for men.  And he relished the role.

  After school that first day, Billy walked home and stopped off at
Mr. Gelato's ice cream stand.  A sure thing.  And a good thing.  Mr. Gelato
and Billy met at the man's house and fucked sweetly all afternoon.

  And that was all the sex Billy had that Monday.  No opportunities with
Daddy.  Which was OK with Billy.  He could have probably gone a whole day
without a cock in his bottom.  If he had too.  But why would he have to?

  Day two of high school meant a different class schedule -- most notably,
sex education for freshmen was on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

  Blutarsky High School had some progressive ideas and was unafraid to
implement them.

  Nowhere was that more apparent than in sex-education class.  And its
"targeted approach."

  Girls were grouped into two sections.  The hot girls were taught to seek
out the thugs who would abuse them, get them pregnant and abandon them.
The not-so-hot girls were taught to withhold sex from all boys --
regardless of kindness, love or begging.

  And you thought that just happened on its own?  Hah!

  Boys were divided into three groups.  Thugs, Good Guys and Sissyboys.

  Thugs and good guys were the flipside of girls' sex education.  Sissyboys
were another breed entirely.

  Billy wasn't surprised that only five boys besides him had identified
themselves as sissyboys.  It took courage to "come out" like that.

  Billy had seen a lot more than five of his classmates who were sissyboys.
Whether they admitted it to themselves or not.

  Billy knew that would all sort itself out soon enough.

  Some might say that the school's dress code for boys -- khaki pants, golf
shirts, closed-toe, tie shoes, would make it difficult to identify the
sissyboys.  Not for Billy.

  It took one to know one.

  And the five sissyboys in his sex-education class were truly worthy of
the esteemed title.

  Billy had analyzed them a bit further and was pretty sure of three
things.  Billy was the prettiest and most "experienced" of the lot.  Three
of the sissyboys were probably "man virgins," who had fooled around with
other boys but had as yet been unpenetrated by man.  Two of the sissyboys,
Billy reckoned, had only been fucked by their Daddies or an uncle or two.
No real spirit of adventure there.

  Billy knew that the other lads had also sized up Billy and, the little
prickpleaser concluded, all wanted to suck his cock.

  In due time, my pretties, Billy thought.  In due time.

  At the moment there was instruction to be taken.  And an instructor who
had stiffened Billy's peener quite nicely.

  "Boys," their sex-education teacher said, "my name is Mr. Lovelad.  And
as you can see, I'm not a sissyboy."

  Billy agreed.  The man was a handsome, fortyish, well-muscled hunk, with
either two sleeping cats or a large penis and balls rounding out the crotch
of his trousers.

  The teacher continued.  "You're in this class, because you are sissyboys.
Or you say you are.  Are you?"

  The somewhat startled "Other Five" nodded their heads meekly.  Billy just
smiled.  Mr. Lovelad gave Billy a long look and learned immediately whom he
was dealing with.  He smiled at Billy, then moved on.

  "You'll learn lessons in this class that you'll need to survive in a
world where men claim to hate sissyboys, yet fuck their pretty bottoms
every chance they get."

  The three "man virgins" gasped at Mr. Lovelad's salty language.  And
Billy congratulated himself on his analysis.

  "Let's begin," the man said.  Then he proceeded to pull down his zipper
and remove his trousers and underpants.  Revealing one of the biggest cocks
Billy had ever seen.  And he had seen several.  It was almost nine inches
in Billy's expert opinion and was so thick that Billy winced at the thought
of "welcoming" it to his tiny bottom.

  Not that he would be inhospitable to such a fine beef bayonet.

  It was stiff as the competition at the World Cup Final and very red,
angry and "drooly,"

  And it made Robin, one of the "virgins" become so weak at the knees that
Terry, one of his fellow virgins, had to save him from hitting the floor.

  The boys, except for Billy, seemed stunned by Mr. Lovelad's method of
instruction.

  Then Mr. Lovelad asked, "What is this?  Anyone.  How about you, Robin?"

  Robin was very flushed, but he managed to say, "It's your penis, sir."

  "Good answer, sweetie.  But in this class we call a man's penis a `cock'
and a sissyboy's penis a `pricklet.'  So what is it, Robin?"

  Robin didn't like being singled out, and his eyes were beginning to
moisten.  But, blushing fiercely, he said, "It's your cock, sir."

  Mr. Lovelad smiled.  "There.  That wasn't so difficult, was it?  What
else can anyone tell me about my cock?  How about you, Billy is it?"

  "Yes, sir," Billy said.  "It's very large.  And very hard."

  "Good boy, Billy," Mr. Lovelad said.  Billy got that a lot, but he loved
to hear it from a big-cocked, handsome man.  "Why then, anyone, is it so
hard?"

  Billy knew the answer, but it was someone else's turn.  So a young,
family-only boy named Tyson said, "Because you want to fuck us, sir."

  Every boy except Billy and Tyson gasped at that frank, accurate, yet
totally unexpected answer.

  Waiting for Mr. Lovelad's answer.  Would it involve detention for Tyler?
Perhaps an on-the-spot, bare-bottom spanking?  No such luck.

  Mr. Lovelad laughed out loud.  "Excellent answer, Tyler!  Best answer
I've ever gotten to that question.  And so true.  I do want to fuck you
boys.  All of you.  And I will.  If you'll have me.  But not today.  Now
who wants to feel it...get acquainted with a man's cock...perhaps for the
first time?  You first Tyler, if you want to."

  Tyler wanted to.  He took his time inspecting and rubbing Mr. Lovelad's
cock and balls, much to the teacher's delight and most of the students'
bewildered fear/lust.

  Since Tyler took his time about it, as they waited their turns, each
sissyboy wondered whether he would be able to accommodate that beastly
monster in their tiny bottomholes.

  Though, to a sissyboy, they resolved to try.

  Robin, shyest of the six, handled Mr. Lovelad's "pretties" last.  His
fairy-like fingers were so gentle and handled the man's "things" so sweetly
that Mr. Lovelad proved that he was human.  Much to the wonder of all (and
Robin's blazing embarrassment), Mr. Lovelad cried out and spunked hard --
in six thick ropes of man cream.  Mostly all over himself.  Some on Robin's
hand.

  Almost by reflex, Robin licked his hand clean.  And sighed with pleasure.

  Just then, the bell rang for dismissal.  Mr. Lovelad said, "On Thursday,
we'll all get a good look at your pretty pricklets.  And you'll all get to
spunk your boy's cream.  So be good boys for your men and I'll see you
then."

  Billy really liked Blutarsky High.

  Sex education was the last class of the day, ending at 2:30.  So Billy
walked home, planning to put on his baby tee, short-shorts and flip flops
and see if he could meet a new friend.

  As it often happened for Billy, a new friend met Billy.

  As Billy unlocked his front door, he heard his name being called from the
sidewalk.

  It was Rod Boffman, his sister Megan's latest flame.  Rod was going off
to college at the end of the week, and he and Megan had been seeing each
other a lot.

  Rod was a very hunky. 19-year-old, almost-man.  And a very bad liar.

  "Is Megan home, Billy?"

  "No, Rod," Billy said.  "She has cheerleading practice at the high school
five afternoons a week."

  Wait for Rod's lie: "Oh, I forgot."  There it was.

  Billy knew why Rod was really there.  The man-boy wanted Billy so badly
his tongue was hanging out whenever he saw the little prickpleaser.

  The right thing to do would have been to leave his sister's boyfriend to
his sister.  But she had hit him on the head with a wiffleball bat when he
was nine, hadn't she?

  So Billy said, "Would you like to come inside and wait for her?"

  Rod's eyes lit up.  Alone with Billy at last.  But would Billy want to,
like, do "it?"

  Billy pretty much always wanted to, like, do "it."

  Billy said, "I have to change out of my school clothes, Rod.  Get
undressed.  In my bedroom."  Then he looked back over his shoulder at Rod,
batted his eyes and slowly climbed the stairs.

  Rod followed, several steps behind.

  Billy didn't look back.  He knew Rod was there, but pretended he didn't.
He had some teasing to do.  Followed closely by pleasing.

  The pretty boy entered his bedroom and sat on his bed.  Removed his shoes
and socks.  Exposed his pretty feet and toes to Rod, who was standing at
Billy's bedroom door.  Watching Billy undress.

  Billy proceeded with his striptease.  Taking off his shirt and exposing
his pink, pretty chest, with its thrilling, erect, puffy, brown nipples.

  Rod gasped.

  Billy smiled slightly, but pretended not to hear.

  The trousers were next.  The main event.

  Billy slowly unzipped his pants, then eased them over his sweet hips,
down his legs, into a puddle at his feet.

  Rod's gasp was louder that time.

  You would have gasped too.

  Billy was standing next to his bed wearing only something one of his best
friends, Officer Vince Friendly had given him.

  A pair of very brief, hot-pink, bikini panties.  With an added feature
that Billy called, a "sweet invitation."  A three-inch-square opening
exposed the panty-wearer's anus to all lucky spectators.

  Billy wore those little pink panties VERY well.  With a lovely accent.
Billy's six-inch pricklet was achingly erect.  And there was a
quarter-sized wet spot at the tip where the sweet boy was "leaking love."

  The little teaser/pleaser went to his chest of drawers and bent over to
retrieve his shorts and baby tee.  Though he didn't think he would need
them just yet.

  Rod was treated to the sight of Billy's partially-pantied bottom and
delicious, pink, wrinkled anus.

  Billy allowed Rod a few moments to drink in the sight, then stood, turned
and finally "noticed" that Rod was watching him.  In an Oscar-worthy
moment, Billy squeaked in surprise and made a half-hearted effort to cover
his nipples with his right arm and his stiffie with his left hand.

  Rod slid in behind Billy and placed his hands onto Billy's slim hips.

  Billy gasped with pleasure and moved his body backwards to rub against
Rod.  Then Billy said the obligatory, "What about Megan?  She's my sister."

  An argument like that isn't nearly powerful enough to deter a stiff cock.
Nor two stiff cocks.

  "You're prettier than she is," Rod breathed, as he kissed Billy's long
neck.

  Billy purred happily.  Leaning in for even closer contact, then
whimpering, "But Megan's titties are so big!"

  Rod took each of Billy's nipples between a thumb and a forefinger.
Tweaking them.  Making Billy gasp.  "Your titties are sweeter, Baby," Rod
said.

  Billy rotated his nearly naked body and submitted to Rod's hungry,
tonguey kiss,

  Delicious.

  As they kissed, Rod slid his hand down Billy's panties.  Caressing
Billy's plump mounds.

  It was a simple matter to get Billy naked.  It took eight entire seconds
for Rod to strip off.

  And there they were.  Naked and entwined.  Kissing and rubbing cocks.  On
Billy's bed.

  Billy drew the long straw yet again.  And so did Rod.

  They didn't have much time.  Megan would be home in 80 minutes.  Daddy in
95.  Mama in two hours.

  Billy loved foreplay, but he was practical.  "The lube is in the drawer,
Rod, Honey.  If you want, you can dip your fingers into it, then get me
`ready,' you know, `back there.'"  Leaving it up to the man in the
relationship.  As he always did.

  Rod knew what he wanted.  And how lucky he was.  He'd never put his
fingers into anyone's bottom before.  Girls didn't like that.  But he was
eager to do whatever was needed to fuck Billy.

  Billy lay on his back, legs parted, knees up, to give Rod's lubed fingers
easy access to his bottomhole.

  Rod rejoiced at the beautiful sight.  He had never had any kind of sex
with a boy before.  Hadn't even considered it until he met Billy.  But when
he saw the boy, he felt "the lightning bolt."

  The "bolt" made him feel strange things and want strange things.  But
most of all, do strange things.

  Like slide three fingers into the prettiest boy on earth's angelic anus,
find his tender prostate and rub it until the boy squealed in sissyboy
delight.

  Even stranger things.  Like the truly irresistible urges Rod felt when he
watched Billy's long, pink prick twitch as Rod "abused" Billy's sensitive
P-spot.

  An urge to do ultra-gay things.  Since one can't resist an irresistible
urge, Rod took Billy's cocktip into his mouth and kissed, licked and sucked
it as he made Billy's prostate sing a happy song.

  Billy responded exactly as Rod hoped he would.  The way girls should when
you make love to them.  He screamed out in helpless ecstasy, then orgasmed
so hard and so moistly that he almost fainted.

  And almost drowned the inexperienced cocksucker in attendance.

  Rod loved everything so far.  So did Billy.  Now for the fucking.

  Rod slid two pillows under Billy's hips, then mounted his lover in the
missionary style.

  Billy thought Rod had a nice, big cock, but he knew it wouldn't hurt.  It
wasn't as big as Daddy's and certainly not as big as [gasp] Mr. Lovelad's.

  Still, Billy knew what men love to hear, so he said, "Oh, Rod. Please
don't hurt me.  You're so big and manly!"

  Which added another good half-inch to Rod's cock size and elicited a
promise to "be gentle."

  Billy didn't want him to be too gentle.

  Rod wasn't planning on keeping that promise.

  The man-boy lined up his cock with his prize and pushed.  Halfway into
the tightest, hottest place his cock had ever visited.  A completely
different "grip" than a pussy.  Nice.  And a nice squeal of pleasure/pain
from his beautiful love partner.

  Rod pushed in the rest of his manmeat.  Billy took a deep breath, but
only squeaked.  Then the boy said, "Is that all?  I hope so, because I
couldn't take another millimeter.  You're huge!"

  Nothing wrong with a well-told bit of flattery to ensure an enthusiastic,
powerful fuck.

  And that was what Billy got.  With great, tonguey kissing.  And the nice
added bonus of Rod "skinning" Billy's pricklet to a ball-draining cum as he
fucked Billy.

  When both lovers had rejoined the living, Billy had a great
suggestion. "We have just enough time for a nice second-time-around if you
let me suck you to a big, strong stiffie.  We can save time if we don't
wash all my juices from your cock first.  Plus, it's way naughtier.  And I
like naughty."

  Rod considered dropping out of college, stuffing Billy into a duffel bag
and smuggling him to a desert island, where he and Billy would eat coconuts
and pineapples and fuck ten times a day.  Rod was in love!!

  Billy figured that he and Megan were even on that wiffleball bat incident
now.  Unless Megan kept bringing her boyfriends where they could meet
Billy.



  Three -- Meanwhile, back with Tommy

  When we last saw 12-year-old, randy angel Tommy, it was ten days earlier.
He and Billy had spent an exhausting, cum-drenched Saturday and Saturday
night with Billy's ever-randy Daddy.  And Tommy was wondering whether his
own Daddy would be ready to kick their relationship up a notch.

  Tommy's Daddy had shown Tommy how boys "relieve the pressure" for each
other, but had slunk away when Tommy offered to reciprocate.

  Tommy was pretty sure that his Daddy would come around.  Until he did,
Tommy had his next-door neighbor, Billy's Uncle Jack.  Who was more than
willing to keep Tommy's bottom filled with mancock whenever Tommy felt the
urge.

  Poor Tommy was feeling the urge more and more.

  And spending a fuck-filled 20 hours with Billy and Billy's Daddy seemed
to make the urges stronger and stronger.

  That Sunday morning when Tommy got home from Billy's, the boy noticed a
lot of new things about his family.

  Mom seemed happy, though she seemed to be "walking funny" -- two side
effects of excessive fucking.

  Daddy, who should have been equally happy and crotch sore after a night
of excessive fucking, seemed to be what Tommy could only describe as
"persistently needy."

  Needy for Tommy.

  Mom didn't seem to notice.

  Things got a lot warmer when Mom went to the grocery store that afternoon
and left Tommy and Daddy alone.

  And a lot more uncomfortable.  For Daddy.

  Tommy was enjoying himself.  Watching Daddy figure out how to approach
his son for sex.

  It took Daddy 15 minutes after Mom left to work up his courage to ask,
"Tommy, when you spent last night with that boy Billy, did you and
he...well...do any of the things you and I discussed on Friday night?"

  Tommy smiled and actually managed a blush.  "Oh, yes, Daddy," the sweet
boy said.

  Daddy trembled slightly, then asked, "Like what?"

  Tommy hesitated just long enough, then said, "We tickled each other's
peenies and made them shoot, just like you did with me on Friday, Daddy."

  Daddy flushed at that pleasant, yet embarrassing memory.  He had to know,
so he asked, "Did you do anything else?"

  Deeper blush from Tommy.  A hesitant, "Yes Daddy." Then, "Billy took my
peenie into his mouth and sucked it until I spurted my boy's cream into his
mouth."

  Daddy shuddered with lust at the thought.  "Did you enjoy it?"

  Tommy looked down ashamedly, then said, "Oh, yes, Daddy.  And I did it
for him too.  It was lots of fun."

  Daddy looked stricken.  But with what?  Horror at his son's rampant, gay
immorality.  Or was Daddy jealous that Billy "got there first" with Tommy?

  Let's presume that it was the latter.

  Tommy presumed that.  And had a nice, win-win solution.  "I could show
you what we did, Daddy," the littler prickpleaser said.

  Daddy considered the standard stuff.  Immorality.  Illegality.  His wife
chasing (and catching) him and demonstrating those new Ginzu knives on his
private parts.

  The threat of mere multi-dimensional utter ruin wasn't nearly enough to
deter Daddy from fulfilling what he saw as his urgent and permanent needs.

  Since Daddy didn't immediately refuse Tommy's advances, Tommy advanced.

  Keeping eye contact with the standing Daddy, Tommy fell to his knees.
Pulled down Daddy's zipper.  Reached inside.  Extracted Daddy's cock.

  Wow!

  What a whopper!

  And so stiff!

  Tommy had really excited his Daddy.  And Tommy was pretty excited
himself.  His little tickler was straining his pants.

  Daddy's cock was the third hunk of manmeat Tommy had seen and touched.
And the stiffest.  It was fatally excited.

  Poor Daddy.

  He should have stopped Tommy when he began to lick Daddy's cockhead with
his wet tongue.  Consuming all the drool that was oozing from Daddy's
peelips.

  But he didn't.

  He just groaned and pushed his cock forward -- asking non-verbally for
"more."

  Tommy gave him lots more.

  Kissing Daddy's stiff cock up and down.  Feeling its raw heat on his
boyish lips.  Giving Daddy's ballbag a nice, slow tongue bath.

  Mmmmmm.

  Poor Daddy.

  He could hardly "hold back" when Tommy took the paternal knob into his
mouth and gave it a nice, wet sucking.  Using his hot tongue to tantalize
the "arrowpoint" underside.

  Daddy wanted to warn his boy that he was going to cum down his throat.
But he wanted even more to hear the boy gagging and choking as his throat
filled with paternal sperm.  Then have his face "frosted" with Daddy's
creamy goodness.

  Daddy did just that.

  And loved it.  The orgasm itself was mind-numbing, but the added thought
that he was fucking his own son's mouth -- and making the boy gag on his
Daddy's huge load -- that basted Daddy's brain cells.

  Tommy choked as he valiantly tried to consume a half-gallon of man
goo. But the boy's face and tshirt were spermed quite thoroughly.

  Daddy had the best solution.

  He kissed and licked off Tommy's beautiful face, then removed Tommy's
cummy shirt and began to kiss and lick the delicious skin underneath.
Particularly Tommy's fully erect little nipples.

  Tommy squeaked and grunted as Daddy adored his flesh until somehow,
Tommy's pants were off and Daddy was sucking Tommy's stiff little dazzler.
Licking Tommy's pretty pink purse.  Rubbing the pad of his manly middle
finger against Tommy's wrinkled anus.

  Oh dear.

  Tommy didn't mean to cum all over Daddy's face, but Daddy was sucking the
boy's testicles at the exact time when Tommy's crisis overcame him.  So
both father and son had spunked the other's features.

  A prescription for a great Sunday afternoon, don't you think?

  Tommy thought so.

  Daddy was experiencing "cummer's remorse."

  Which was heightened by the sound of the raising of the garage door!  Mom
was home!!

  A man and a boy have never moved as quickly as they did.  Tommy grabbed
his clothes and ran to his room.  Daddy zipped his fly and used a dishtowel
to clean his face.

  Then he went to help his wife unload the groceries.  All very normal.
Except for Daddy's now raging desire to stick his cock deeply into his
son's bowels and "mark his territory" by spurting his man's cream as deeply
into the boy as physiology allowed.

  He didn't fulfill that desire for four whole days.  Thank goodness Tommy
was able to get fucked every single afternoon by his nice neighbor, Billy's
Uncle Jack.  Otherwise, the boy would have imploded or something.

  Mom went to the movies with two of her girlfriends that next Thursday
night.  Leaving Daddy and Tommy alone for at least three hours.

  Three hours.

  Daddy knew he would be fucking his son that night.  The previous night,
as Daddy was giving Tommy what had become their nightly goodnight tuck-in,
kiss and wank, Tommy said, "When Mom's out tomorrow night, can we go `all
the way,' Daddy?  My friend Billy says he and his Daddy go `all the way'
almost every day."

  Cold sweat formed on Daddy's upper lip when he heard that.

  What a little prickteaser his son had become!  Or more correctly, a
prickpleaser.

  That Thursday evening, Daddy and Tommy waved goodbye to Mom, made sure
she was gone, waited fifteen precious minutes to be sure she wasn't coming
back, then went upstairs together.

  In truth, those 15 minutes were well spent.  Tommy sat on Daddy's lap
and, both fully clothed, they kissed and whispered sweet love to each
other.  So they were quite steamy when they arrived at Tommy's room.
Pulled down the covers.  And got undressed.  Naked together for the first
time.

  Father and son were both trembling as they lay in bed kissing and
exploring each other's bodies with their hands.

  Tommy giggled when he felt how hairy Daddy's bottom was.  His giggling
turned to gasps of pleasure when Daddy inserted a well-lubed finger into
his tight bottom.

  Daddy was rubbing Tommy's prostate as they kissed.  And it felt so nice.

  Tommy was a good boy.  Just like Billy.

  He loved his Daddy and wanted to make Daddy happy.

  And nothing would make Daddy happier than putting his cock into Tommy.

  Daddy slid a second finger in there, opening Tommy for "going all the
way."

  Tommy was actually quite capable of taking Daddy's big thing inside him
without a great deal of preparation.  But he didn't want to ruin Daddy's
illusion that he was Tommy's "first."  Plus, Tommy loved all the foreplay.

  He loved it so much that he spurted his sticky juices just from Daddy
playing "finger puppets" in his heinie.

  Daddy loved making Tommy cum.  And it made the man even randier.

  So Tommy wasn't surprised when Daddy asked Tommy to get on all fours,
hold his bottom cheeks apart and pretend he had to "go poop."  The last two
weren't necessary, Tommy knew, as someone who had ass-fucked way more often
than Daddy had.  But Tommy went along.

  Daddy lined up and pushed most of his cock into his son with one sharp
motion.

  In spite of all his "experience," Tommy whooped when he felt that big
thing inside him.  Daddy's cock wasn't as long as the previous two, but it
was thicker.  And the little anal angel was well-cock-stuffed.

  "Sorry if I'm hurting you, Baby," Daddy said, "But we're not turning back
now."  And randy Daddy pushed the rest of his stabber into Tommy's hot
bottom.

  Tommy's eyes opened wide and filled with pain/pleasure tears.  He
squealed out, "Dadddddeeeee!!!!"  Which encouraged Daddy to set about
giving him a serious fuck.

  Daddy needed no encouragement.

  He fucked his pretty son with long, slow, loving strokes, reveling in
every desperate-for-an-orgasm sound his son issued.  When the boy spurted
with a blood-curdling scream, Daddy doubled his velocity.  Seeking his own
release.  And getting it.

  The best fucking spurts of his life!

  Intense.  Riddled with love and guilt and lust and shame and hope and
fear.

  Daddy and Tommy fucked twice more that landmark evening.  And Daddy was
even able to give his wife a nice "dose" before she went to sleep.

  All he had to do was think of Tommy.  The fucking was easy then.


  More about Tommy's return to junior high school and Billy's experiences
with sissyboy sex education and Mr. Lovelad in following chapters.  Also,
I'm thinking about Billy "maturing" a bit -- becoming a part-time "top"
with Tommy as his bottom.  Thoughts?

  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
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  "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008
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