Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2009 08:28:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Facts of Life 4

  Sissyboy Facts of Life -- Part Four
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- The Daddies' Saturday Afternoon

  While Leslie and Terry were at the forest preserve, having their "tires
rotated" by Mike and Joe, Daddy Gusher and Daddy Kreempi were recharging
for the evening's fuckfest.

  Lying in bed, naked, next to each other.  Seeking a nap.  Half-drowsy,
but still half-hard penilely.

  Daddy Kreempi's curiosity overcame his drowsiness.  "How did you know
Mike and Joe?  I mean, you can't just walk up to someone and say, `How
would you like to take my son out tomorrow afternoon and fuck him silly.'
Can you?"

  Daddy Gusher smiled semi-smugly.  "This isn't my first experience with
pretty boys."  And awaited follow-up questions.

  He got them.  "You mean, you and Mike and Joe...?"

  "When they were younger, of course.  I'm not some gay perv."

  Interesting attempt at distinction.

  "Were there others?" a visibly envious Daddy Kreempi asked.

  More semi-smugness from Daddy Gusher, then, "Seven or eight.  No, nine.
But not my own son until this weekend."

  Another distinction without a difference.

  Daddy Kreempi's cock, which had been somnolent, awoke fiercely.  Daddy
Gusher noticed.

  "You lucky bastard," Daddy Kreempi said accurately.  "Tell me about
them."

  "Mike was my first.  He was a pretty easy conquest.  I was just nice to
him and before we knew it, his pants were down and I was pube-deep in his
bottom.  Pretty boys need men like you and me.  Just try it.  You'll see.
Hey...I think the idea excited you.  We can't have you being uncomfortable,
can we?"

  And Daddy Gusher, being a good friend, scooted into a position where he
could take his pal's cockhead and several inches of the red, angry shaft
into his wet mouth.

  This was definitely not in the scenario that Daddy Kreempi had imagined.
But he went with it.  And loved it!  Daddy Gusher knew how to suck a cock.
And who among us could turn down such a friendly gesture?

  It took a while for the recently fucked-out Daddy Kreempi to blast Daddy
Gusher's tonsils with hot sperm, but he eventually choked his buddy with
man's cream.

  Fair is and always will be fair, so Daddy Kreempi returned the favor.
And discovered that his interests were far broader than he had imagined.

  One is never too old to learn new hobbies.

  All four balls having been thoroughly drained, the good friends fell
asleep in each other's arms until the alarm roused them at 5:45 p.m.


  Two -- Sissyboys expand their circle again

  Leslie and Terry could have used a nap when they returned from the forest
preserve with their "dates," Mike and Joe.

  The older boys had kissed their young lovers desperately before taking
them inside and would only open the car doors when the pretty little
creampuffs agreed to "date" them again the following Friday night.  A real
date that time.  With food.  Before some vigorous fucking, which is what
makes a date a date.

  Returned home to their parental lovers, the boys weren't sure what to
expect.  Would the men be jealous of Mike and Joe, insisting on an
immediate father-son coitus to re-establish "territory?"

  Had Daddy Gusher, that, that secret, sissyboy fucker, brought in other
boys and fucked them while Leslie and Terry were gone?

  What happened next turned out to be even stranger.

  The men were fully dressed, as if nothing odd had happened, and didn't
even mention Mike or Joe.  "Come into the kitchen and have pizza with us,"
Daddy Kreempi said.

  The four ate a "normal" meal.  Talking about school and sports.  Until
the dishes were tidied up.

  It was around 7 p.m. on Saturday, only 11 hours until the Moms' scheduled
return.  So time was important if the new sissyboys were to fully learn the
sissyboy facts of life.

  "Boys," Daddy Gusher began, "we're going to further your education a bit
more tonight.  Your daddies love you and always will.  You know by now that
older boys would donate a testicle for the opportunity to fuck your perfect
bottoms.  But you need to learn about the world of men.  They'll all want
you.  You'll need experience to deal with that.

  "Don't look so scared," Daddy Gusher continued.  "We haven't invited the
101st Airborne Division in here to make love to you.  We just want you to
experience love from a man other than your daddies."

  Terry looked around, saw no one, and asked, "Who would that be,
Mr. Gusher?"

  Daddy Gusher smiled.  "That would me for you, my sweet darling and
Mr. Kreempi for Leslie.  If you're both willing, of course."

  Leslie shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  What little sluts these men
must think that he and Terry were.  "Taking the pork" from whomever they
pushed at the two little cutie pies.  Still... it was awfully nice being
with Mike and Joe.  But wouldn't Terry be jealous if his Daddy and
Leslie...did stuff?  And wouldn't Leslie feel jealous about Terry and
Leslie's daddy?

  Leslie bit his lower lip and took a hard look at Daddy Kreempi.  The man
was handsome.  And so virile.  Maybe it would be OK -- if Terry was OK with
it.

  Leslie looked at Terry.  Their eyes met and Leslie knew that his new best
friend had been having the same thoughts that he had.

  Terry nodded almost imperceptibly at Leslie, who returned the mini-nod.

  So let the daddy-swapping begin!

  Terry and Leslie got up, crossed paths and each planted a wet kiss right
on the lips of each other's daddies.

  The men were delighted.

  Daddies and sons kissed hungrily for a brief while until things got too
warm for the status quo.

  Daddy Gusher carried pretty Terry to his bedroom's king-sized
"workbench."  Daddy Kreempi carried sweet Leslie to the boy's own bed.

  Leslie didn't know whether it was proper to be a little shy or to just
abandon pretense and get fucked.

  He chose option B.

  Daddy Kreempi chose the slow approach.  Savoring, not gulping.  Beginning
with a nice purge.

  After all, Daddy Kreempi was a bit uncomfortable about making love to
Leslie after he'd "been with" those two young studs, Mike and Joe.  He had
big plans for this lovely boy's body and he wanted it to be the boy's
juices he consumed, not Mike and Joe's.

  So a shower was the first order of business.  Right after the man took
his time undressing the boy.  Slowly.  Kissing each pore as it was exposed
to his lustful gaze.

  After 15 minutes of slow undressing and kissing of all the skin above
Leslie's waist, Daddy Kreempi escorted the boy to the bathroom, where he
adjusted the shower, undressed and positioned the boy and himself under the
warm, cleansing stream.

  Daddy Kreempi ran a wet, soapy washcloth all over the boy, making him
pant with erotic need.  The man made a "special cleansing effort" on
Leslie's stiff, throbbing penis, his "dangling dainties" and his
world-class bottom.  In fact, Daddy Kreempi dug a soapy washcloth tented by
two fingers deeply into the boy's anus in order to clean out all traces of
lovers other than Daddy Kreempi.

  Men can be quite territorial about their "pussy."

  Leslie wanted to scrub Daddy Kreempi down with equal fervor, but the man
cautioned Leslie about making the man cum.  He had big plans for his
current erection.

  Refreshed and toweled dry, man and boy retired to Leslie's bed, where
they lay kissing and fondling gently and sweetly for several lovely
minutes.  Then Daddy Kreempi began to reveal his agenda.

  He produced a brown paper bag, from which he withdrew a pair of white,
cotton panties, accented by a small pink ribbon on each hip.

  Daddy Kreempi laid Leslie on his back and stood at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, lovingly, he eased the little panties along Leslie's long legs, up
and over his stiff-but-tiny penis, all the way to his hips.

  Somewhere along the line, Daddy Kreempi had obviously envisioned fucking
a young girl wearing those very panties.  Or maybe he had already had
fucked her and wanted to reenact the experience.  Leslie wasn't a
psychologist.  He just wanted a cock in his bottom.  And if he had to wear
panties to get there, no problem.

  Daddy Kreempi had some nice pre-fuck business to attend to first.  Very
nice.

  Daddy Kreempi took Leslie's left foot into his hands and rubbed it
lovingly.  Leslie liked it, but was a bit impatient about the vacancy in
his bottom.

  Then Daddy Kreempi surprised Leslie by pulling the boy's left foot to his
mouth and kissing the little toe -- right on the nail.

  It was so intimate and so "different" that Leslie almost filled his
panties right then.

  Leslie squirmed and squeaked as Daddy Kreempi kissed and licked every one
of the pink toesies on his pretty foot.  Leslie was getting "close" despite
trying to hold back his orgasm.  But there was no holding back the geyser
of boy's cream when Daddy Kreempi took Leslie's big toe into his mouth and
sucked it like a stiff little cock.

  Five creamy globs drenched Leslie's panties.  An unexpected, but
delightful result of pretty-boy foot worship.  And Daddy Kreempi hadn't
even touched Leslie's right foot.

  An omission he corrected immediately.  Taking his time with Leslie's
right foot.  Bringing Leslie to a renewed "state," then stopping to do a
little more "sissy dress-up."

  This time Daddy Kreempi dressed Leslie's pretty feet.  First with -- and
I'm not making this up -- the shortest, frilliest, girliest, white socks on
earth.  Then he reached into his bag and produced a pair of black, satin,
maryjane shoes -- the kind little girls wear to birthday parties.

  More deep, unexplained urges about to be satisfied, courtesy of Leslie
the Great Sissyboy.  Had Daddy Kreempi's first sexual experience been a
game of "extreme spin-the-bottle" at a birthday party long ago?

  Leslie was wondering when Daddy Kreempi would remove the boy's sopping
underpants, though he was feeling as if they were about to get wetter.

  The man had a plan.

  He lay next to Leslie, kissing him and rubbing the boy's stiffie through
his wet panties.  The fun level notched up when Leslie felt Daddy Kreempi's
tongue on his left nipple.  Just as if Leslie had titties.

  That and the panties and the girl shoes made Leslie feel "funny."  Which
was probably the reason why he said something that seemed to come from
nowhere: "Please, Mr. Kreempi.  Eat my pussy!  Get me wet and then put your
big man's thing into me!  I want you to make me pregnant!"

  Which, as it turned out, hit Daddy Kreempi's fantasies exactly dead
center.

  And made steam come out of both of the man's nostrils.

  Fucking a pretty sissyboy and making him preggers!!!

  The gallant knight obliged his lover's every wish.

  With amazing patience under the heated circumstances.

  First, the sopping panties were lowered, revealing Leslie's semi-stiff,
still-drooling mini-penis.  And a small forest of pubic hair, dotted with
mini-globs of boy's cream.

  Daddy Kreempi adoringly licked up the remains of the orgasm his skilled
lovemaking had already engendered.  Thrilling the boy, especially when his
man consumed his pricklet and gave it a nice, long, slow sucking.

  Leslie whimpered his way to ecstasy, arching his back as he endured the
luxurious agony of a wrenching orgasm.

  So far, Leslie really liked his newest friend.  Especially when he rolled
the boy onto his stomach, parted his pink globes with his thumbs and gave
the boy's anus an extended, luscious tongue bath.

  Leslie visited the outer planets of our solar system, except for Pluto,
whose planet status has been revoked.

  He was nestled in on Neptune, thinking of a leap to Saturn when he was
interrupted by a large object invading his inner space.

  Daddy Kreempi was fucking Leslie.  The fourth person to do so that fine
Saturday.  And doing it quite well.

  Daddy Kreempi on top of the boy, pinning him helplessly as he pushed his
thick penis back and forth, in and out of Leslie's plump bottom, inflicting
delectable anguish on Leslie's prostate.  Which had experienced a
record-setting day by any standard.

  "Give me your baby!"  Leslie screamed as his man picked up a frantic
pace.

  And that little request was what pushed Daddy Kreempi off the precipice.
Falling into Cum Valley.  A long, gut-wrenching drop.

  Leslie had learned a whole bunch about the sissyboy facts of life in a
very short time.

  He liked all of it so far.  Wouldn't you?


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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