Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 12:51:27 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Hangout (gay-incest) Sissyboy Hangout By Beautiful Creamer One -- Nighty Night Peter Creamoff was on a mission. The 12-year-old beauty and his Daddy had gone to bed at 8:30. Naked of course. Right after Peter finished his homework. Daddy had fucked Peter gloriously, of course. Both of the lovers had been aching for it all day, but on school nights, Daddy insisted on dinner, with conversation, followed by homework, before any serious fucking took place. And they were both serious about fucking. In the past four months, since Peter's mom had run off with that pizza-delivery man, Peter and his Daddy had gotten VERY close. Fuck-three-or-four-times-a-day close. And the Creamoff's home had become the "hangout" for all the neighborhood sissyboys. Which made Dadddy very happy. Though the 35-year-old hunkster wondered frequently whether he would live to see 36. Peter, it seemed, was sexually ravenous. Good for Daddy's ego and libido. A challenge to his stamina. Though a good challenge. That evening, Daddy had first emptied his huge balls into his son's bottomhole at precisely 8:52. Which the task-driven Peter saw as problematic. It seems that Peter had come to love three stiff fuckings a night and Daddy had a firm rule about fucking after 10 p.m. "A young boy needs his rest," Daddy said, though what he really meant was, "Don't kill me, just when I'm enjoying life the most." Peter could have made things easier on his Daddy and himself by doing his homework in the afternoon -- so that he and Daddy could hit the sheets about 7:15 or so each school night. But that would have meant Peter couldn't "hang out" with his friends in the afternoon. And Peter LOVED "hanging out." Daddy was on his back, enjoying the cooldown from a delicious bout of love. His fat, foreskinned monster was oozing creamy drool. Just resting. But Peter allowed no full respite. The little cockhound was skinning Daddy's cockhead slowly, the way Daddy liked, as he tongued Daddy's peehole. Making him moan a little, showing the first real interest in a round two. Good sign, Peter thought as he shifted position a bit to gain manual access to Daddy's hairy bottomhole. The boy's own bottomhole was squishy with manjuice and a gaping target for Daddy's inevitable second ravaging. Which would happen soon, if Peter had anything to say about it. "Mmmmm," Daddy said. "That feels nice." Peter was an expert fellatrix. The best Daddy had ever had. And over the past four months, he had been sucked off by a dozen different sissyboys. Peter's "hang out" friends. A tablespoon of blood moved into Daddy's cock. Beginning the process of resurrection. Peter loved cocksucking and didn't mind the taste of his own anal juices. But if he wanted to get back on schedule, the boy would have to step things up. Peter slid a finger into Daddy's hairy bottom. Daddy gasped. He liked that. Daddy liked the second finger too. But he especially liked it when Peter found Daddy's prostate and gave it a nice rub as the boy deliciously sucked the paternal penis. Peter didn't do a prostate massage very often for Daddy. It got Daddy's attention. By 9:04, Daddy was fully erect. And if Peter didn't stop that prostate torment, some perfectly good sperm would be wasted. Peter stopped. And, with Daddy still on his back, the pretty boy straddled his father's hips and sat on his cock. All the way to the hairs. Yum!!! Peter loved Daddy's cock in his bottom. It was where that "nasty beast" belonged, as far as Peter was concerned. The boy figured that Daddy would just lie there passively and let Peter do the work. And he was right. But Daddy had a nice trick up his sleeve (metaphorically, since he was naked). Peter's four-incher was red and angry when he felt his Daddy's gentle touch on it. What was Daddy doing? Oh. Daddy was rubbing a large dollop of babyoil gel on Peter's pretty cock and tiny balls. Then a larger dollop all over [gasp] Daddy's hairy belly. Daddy flung the babyoil container away and got to the important business at hand. He threw his arms around Peter, kissed him deeply and tonguily, then settled in to enjoy the sensations of his manly cock in his boy's impossibly tight hole. The fuck was so intense that Peter's eyes welled up with tears. Every movement rubbed Daddy's cock against his ultra-sensitive prostate as Peter's little stiffie and slick balls rubbed against Daddy's well-oiled, hairy belly. The boy's tender "arrowpoint" was tickled by Daddy's hairs as the young beauty rubbed and grunted on his spermy quest. Peter squeaked and squealed his way to a shuddering conclusion. Spunking his guts out onto Daddy's belly. Then enjoying the full pleasure of his Daddy's powerful orgasm and flooding of Peter's bowels. It was 9:32. Any reasonable boy would have called it a night. Cuddled up in Daddy's arms and slept the sleep of the innocent until 7 a.m. Peter wanted more. Peter glanced at the bedroom wall to ensure that the defibrillator was charged, then lay next to Daddy and idly played with the parental penis as he said, "That was awesome Daddy! You're the best lover in the world." Daddy glowed with pride. Or was it exhaustion? Sleep now would be good, Daddy thought. But no. "Daddy," Peter said, "Is it OK if I bring Logan Teenbum over for a sleepover tomorrow. You know Logan, that pretty blond boy who's never been with a man. Or a boy?" Daddy's eyes opened. Logan. The pretty -- make that gorgeous -- little creampuff whom Peter had shown him when they were at the mall last Saturday. Logan. Daddy's cock stirred a millimeter. "He's been asking about you, Daddy," Peter said. "I'll `warm him up' for you and then when you get home we can have pizza, then you can fuck him. Is that OK?" Daddy's cock stood tall and proud. That was more than OK! Daddy liked being Peter's Daddy!!! And Peter liked being Peter, especially when Daddy threw him onto his back, raised his legs and fucked him lustily until they both spunked at 10:03. Two -- Logan at the Hangout. The following afternoon -- a Friday -- Peter and Logan went into Peter's house, threw their book bags down and went into the kitchen, where the host, Peter, served milk and cookies. Peter looked at his new friend and practically drooled. The blond beauty was an angel of love. He couldn't wait to suck his cock. Watch Daddy fuck him. "Corrupt" the innocent boy's morals. Logan looked as if he wanted to say something. And then he did. "Your Dad really trusts you, Peter. My Mom would never let me be alone in the house, especially with another boy. She's really strict. But she sure was happy that I was staying overnight with you. I think she wants to be with her new boyfriend tonight." Peter said, "My Daddy is a great guy. I know you'll love him. I'm sorry your Daddy left when you were little, but my Daddy will really like you and be nice to you. You'll see." Logan smiled prettily. Peter erected. Logan hesitated again, then said, "I was wondering why you invited me, Peter. You seem to have so many friends at school. And even the boys who aren't your friends always seem to want to be around you." Logan was a very observant lad, Peter concluded. Then he said, "When my friends get to know you, they'll all be your friends too. You'll be REALLY popular. All you need to do is hang out with us." Logan smiled again. Peter's stiffie twitched. "Thanks, Peter. I'd love to hang out with you and your friends." Peter smiled back. Then he stood up and said, "Let's put your stuff in my room, then we can `hang out.'" The boys grabbed their bags, took them upstairs and threw them onto the floor in Peter's room. Then Peter did something that almost made Logan pee his pants. "Great," Peter said. "Now we can `hang out.'" Peter kicked off his shoes, then removed his pants, underpants and socks. In less than ten seconds, Peter was naked from the waist down. He looked into Logan's eyes and saw pure terror. "What are you doing?" Logan asked. Peter knew this was the "make-or-break" moment. He said, "It feels so good after being in those school clothes all day to just `hang out.' All my friends and I take our pants off when we get together at our house. It feels good. Really free." The next move was Logan's. He was scared. Very scared. Trembling. But the ultra-naughtiness of it all excited him too. A lot. Logan was frozen for a good minute. He dared a peek at Peter's bare lower half. He couldn't see his host's magnificent bottom, but he saw the boy's pretty penis. It wasn't exactly hanging out. So Logan said so. "Your thing is sticking out, Peter, not hanging out." And he managed a really cute giggle. Peter knew the difficult part was over. He said, "It's because you're so beautiful, Logan. You excite me." Then, smoothly and almost casually, Peter stepped into Logan, held his upper arms in his hands and kissed Logan right on the mouth. Oh. Logan had never been kissed on the mouth before. Maybe as a baby. But not so he could remember. Logan hadn't thought about kissing much. But he had always vaguely thought that boys kissed girls and vice versa. It didn't seem natural to be kissing a boy. Maybe that was why it was so extra exciting. That and the fact that Peter was the prettiest boy Logan had ever met. And just a little effeminate. What did they call that? A sissyboy. Did Peter think that Logan was a sissyboy too? Was that why he was kissing Logan? Was Logan a sissyboy? Too many strange notions, so Logan just went with the feelings from the kiss. Nice warm feelings. Sexy feelings, but loving feelings too. It all made Logan feel "special." And it made his little cock hard and vertical. Logan had been getting those "verticals" more and more in recent weeks. Though he was sexually innocent, he did wonder about the proper use of a penis now in then. In school, they taught him that the penis went into something the girls had "down there" and that made babies. It got stiff so you could "put it in" the girl. There were no girls in sight, yet Logan's penis was in "put-it-in" mode. Puzzling. But very nice. Logan sort of followed along with Peter's kissing agenda. Trying to do what his new friend did. He was startled when Peter got his tongue involved. And even more surprised when he felt Peter's stiffie rubbing against his own "little soldier" as they kissed. That felt great! But the BIG surprise arrived when Peter paused the kissing and cock rubbing long enough to slide Logan's shirt over his head and off, leaving the delicious blond naked. Had Peter gone too far? It all was happening so fast that Logan didn't get to think about saying "NO!" because Peter quickly removed his own shirt and was just as naked as Logan. Both beautiful boys naked. Kissing with a purpose. Rubbing cocks again. So good. Somehow they relocated to Peter's bed, where they were more comfortable and even more intimate, since their hands roamed free all over each other's lovely "boyparts." Peter lay on his left side as Logan was on his right side. As they tongue-kissed, Peter ran his right hand all over Logan's pretty bottom cheeks. Logan flinched a little at that, but then settled in to enjoy it. His penis was feeling "funny" and there was an odd stirring in his pretty "pink purse." Everything was happening so quickly. All those funny feelings. Good feelings. Naughty feelings. The best kind. Peter seemed to be "goal-oriented" about their naked kissing. Logan couldn't imagine what that goal might be. But his baby balls knew. They were sending out little electric shocks to his tummy. Shocks that made him pant and gasp a little. Then the shocks got a bit bigger, engendering soft moans. Logan seemed to be losing control of things "down there." He felt as if he needed to do something. Not peeing, exactly, but related to his cock. The shocks got bigger and more insistent. Involuntarily, Logan squeaked. He felt as if he were passing some "point of no return" and then... And then... SHAZAM!! The gorgeous little angel's toes exploded. He felt a huge wave of pleasure from his nipples to his toenails. And something, not pee, was being hurled from his peehole!! The sweet boy was terrified. And enthralled by the possibilities of present and future pleasure. All at once. His first orgasm was a doozy. Though Logan had no idea it was an orgasm he had just experienced. He didn't know what the heck it was. But he sure hoped he could do that again. Soon. Peter was happy to oblige. Logan, the sweet, innocent cherub had rolled onto his back. Chest heaving. Kissable nipples still stiff. Logan looked down at his pubic area to assess what had happened to him. There was a large quantity of milky, semi-sticky liquid all over his tummy and his privates. What was it? He looked at Peter, who was smiling cutely into Logan's big, baby-blue eyes. "That's boy's cream," the all-knowing sissyboy informed his protégé. "We make it when we get excited. From hanging out. It feels good to make it. Did you like what happened to you?" Logan felt fear and shame, but he nodded. "Yes," the darling boy squeaked. Peter nodded back and smiled more broadly. "I'm glad you liked it. I like making boy's cream too. Let me show you another way to make it." Before Logan could ask questions or say no, Peter scooted onto his knees, leaned over and took Logan's creamy cock into his warm, wet, highly-skilled mouth. That got Logan's full attention! His new friend was sucking Logan's cock! Logan didn't even know that people did that for each other. He thought sex was just that "man-woman, put-it-in-and-make-a-baby" stuff. It appears they didn't tell him the full story in sex education. Though he was getting a heck of an education that Friday afternoon. Logan's cock, though limp when Peter lovingly took it into his mouth, was very happy in its new home. And it soon became nice and stiff all over again. Logan was feeling intense, frightening new things -- things he didn't know were available on life's menu. And loving it all. Peter was having quite a good time giving pleasure too, though his little ballsack was aching with need. He was pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem for long. Logan's desperate little whimpers told Peter that he was about to get the "sissyboy's big reward" down his throat. The ingénue knew somehow that he would be shooting his cream into his new friend's mouth and wanted to warn Peter. But all that he could manage was a very sissyish squeal as he pumped six thick ropes of spunk into Peter's mouth. THAT cum was even more severe than his first near-death experience. And left him quite stunned for several minutes. Until Peter roused him with some excellent, open-mouth kissing that fed the young blond a "taste of his own medicine." Nice, wet kissing. During which it occurred to Logan, all on his own, that perhaps Peter would be in need of some similar relief. Logan proposed it. Peter eagerly accepted, rolling onto his back and watching as Logan knelt at Peter's left hip. How to begin? Logan noticed that Peter's peter was at its full-four-inch height. Red and needy looking. And his pretty peelips were freely drooling an almost-clear liquid. Logan laid his hand on his lover's shaft and gave the entire business a thorough inspection. He was especially fascinated by Peter's saucy little ballsack, which housed two perfect little love pearls that ached for kisses. So Logan kissed them. A nice, soft, smacker on each testicle. Followed by a thorough tongue bath of Peter's entire scrotum. Peter winced at the scrumptious misery of it all. He then licked his way up Peter's shaft, all the way to the dripping head, which he encased in his mouth. At which point, he didn't know exactly how to proceed. So he paused and looked into Peter's eyes for instructions. What he saw was pure lust. Peter thought the new boy was a keeper. Though he wished he would get to more active measures. Peter had a powerful need to spurt. "It's really more about licking than sucking, Logan," Peter said. "But you're doing great. Do what you think best." So Logan did. He licked and occasionally sucked Peter's cockhead as he cuddled his lover's tender testicles. Slowly. Moistly. Very nicely. Peter endured the overwhelming assault on his libido until, in the midst of natural-disaster-like symptoms, he surrendered the greater portion of his bodily fluids in seven heaving globs into Logan's virginal mouth and all over Logan's beautiful face. Logan was pleased to make his friend happy. Logan was definitely a "pleaser." Which is an excellent trait for a sissyboy. If you were to ask most men. Probably all men. Still, Logan was a bit unclear about the next steps after one's face has been frosted with boy's cream. Peter knew. He drew Logan to him for a long, grateful, cummy kiss. With lots of tongue. The boys kissed and embraced for several minutes until Peter said, "We'd better get cleaned up. My Daddy will be home in 30 minutes." Logan wasn't too happy about that. He wanted to "hang out" with Peter some more and his Daddy would just be in the way. Wouldn't he? Three -- Hanging out with Daddy "Peter, I'm home," Daddy called out as he entered the door carrying two large pizzas. "Is Logan here yet?" In answer, the boys appeared. Fully-dressed and, to Daddy, fully-edible. Daddy's cock was always stiff when he thought about his son. Seeing Logan with Peter almost made him cream his pants. The new boy was spectacular! And one look at them told Daddy that Peter had done his prep work well. Logan looked like a boy who had cum recently. And was ready for more. Especially when he saw Daddy! Logan's first thought upon seeing the man was, "Do Peter and his Daddy `do things' like Peter and I did?" A notion that he instantly dismissed as preposterous. Though it was a very stimulating thought to Logan. Peter's Daddy was, what was the expression?, a "hunk." More confusing feelings assaulted an already confused Logan. Peter wasn't confused. He wanted Daddy to fuck him, then fuck Logan. Daddy wasn't confused. He wanted to fuck Logan. Oh yeah, and Peter too. But first there was the matter of a "normal" dinner, with pizza and get-acquainted small talk about school, baseball and the weather. Daddy and the boys cleaned up the dinner things. It was all very pleasant and normal. Then Daddy asked the big question: "What are you boys planning to do tonight?" The boys looked at each other and smiled. Peter said to Daddy, "We're gonna hang out, Daddy. Just like we did this afternoon." Logan's testicles stirred at the thought. He looked at Peter and couldn't suppress a little giggle. Boys hanging out. Their private little joke. Or not. "That sounds like fun," Daddy said. "Can I hang out with you too?" Peter said, "Sure, Daddy." And the man almost instantly removed his trousers, underpants, shoes and socks. Naked from the waist down. Causing poor Logan to cry out in shock. Peter seemed amused by Logan's reaction, but his comment was directed to Daddy. "Ooooh, Daddy. I think you needed to hang out. Look how big and stiff you are tonight." "It's true, Sweetheart," Daddy said to Peter. "I've been thinking about hanging out with you all day. And Logan, of course." And he looked at Logan. Who seemed stunned by the sight of Daddy's erect cock. The first mancock Logan had ever seen. And the standard by which he would judge all future cock sightings. It was a beast!!! Nearly eight husky inches. With a long, thick foreskin that covered all of the head except a nickel-sized area around the peehole. Logan couldn't stop looking at it. Though he had no clue about his next step. Peter showed him the way. "I can make you feel better, Daddy. Can I rub it?" Daddy nodded. "That would be very kind of you." Peter caressed his Daddy's cock lovingly as Logan stared in wild surmise. What was happening? Wasn't what Peter and Daddy were doing incest? Wasn't that WRONG??? If it was, why did they seem to be enjoying it so much? Peter's eyes sparkled as he pulled his Daddy's foreskin back and forth along the most tender part of Daddy's prick. When Peter heard Logan whimper, he knew the evening would be a great one. "Logan," Peter said, "when we `hang out' at my house, we all help each other relax. Would you like to help my Daddy relax?" Logan hesitated just one beat. Then he stepped toward Daddy. Looked at the raw stiffness of his manly cock. Reached out. Touched the shaft with his fingertips. Daddy's cock was so hot to the touch that Logan was startled and drew back. Then, consumed by sexual curiosity, he replaced his delicate, sissyish hand onto Daddy's cock, just below the head. Daddy groaned appreciatively and Logan swelled with pride. This beautiful man was attracted to him. That was a huge boost to Logan's ego. And to his cock, which has swollen to its full 3.75 inches. He was rubbing a man's cock. Getting the man all heated up. Sharing the heat with the man's son, who was kissing the man right on the mouth as Logan stroked the manly meat. Even "rookie nookie" like Logan knew that if the lovely boys did that "sweet stuff" with Daddy Creamoff much longer, the man would be "giving it up." Daddy knew it too. He broke off the kiss with Peter and said to Logan, "Let's go to my bedroom. I have lots of things to show you, and I don't want to spurt just yet. I know you'll enjoy it. Follow me." And Logan did. Almost before Logan realized it, he, Pater and Daddy were in Daddy's bedroom. Deliciously naked. Logan didn't know what to expect exactly. Which made it all even more exciting. He expected that they would all be writhing around on the bed, kissing and fondling. Spurting their cream. But Daddy had a better plan. He sat on the end of his bed -- big cock standing tall -- handsome face smiling at the young beauties. "Sit on my lap, my darlings. One on each thigh. That's it." The sex-needy boys complied eagerly. And were rewarded with sweet, deep kisses, administered in turn by the loving man. After 20 luscious minutes of this, everyone was quite "steamy." A very heated Daddy breathed new instructions. "Stand in front of me, boys. Peter, get me the lube jar." Logan noticed that Peter complied eagerly. A very good sign. The lube that Peter retrieved and handed to Daddy was called "Slicky Boy" and the tagline was "Anal sex aid for Daddies and Sissyboys." Well, Logan thought. That was good, specific marketing all right. But what was "anal sex?" And what was a "sissyboy?" Logan looked at Peter, who had parted his lips for a kiss. Logan gave him one -- a nice, long, wet, open-mouth liplock. As Daddy lubed up three fingers on each hand. In the middle of their kiss, Logan felt Pater react to something his Daddy had done. Something very exciting. Seconds later, he found out what it was. The man entered Logan's impossibly tight, virginal bottomhole, with his long, calloused middle finger. Logan cried out at the rude intrusion. Then opened his pretty eyes wide at a new, intense sensation. The man's finger was rubbing something inside of Logan. Something that Logan (and many young boys) didn't even know he had. His tender prostate. Logan's eyes filled with tears at the severity of his feelings. He looked over at Peter, who was enduring the same assault, but seemed to be surrendering to the pleasure more readily than Logan had. Daddy asked the boys to face him as he fingerfucked them both so sweetly. They did so and Logan was rewarded by Daddy taking his little pricklet and entire ballbag into his mouth for a nice, wet licking and sucking. Daddy inserted a second finger. Then a third. As he rubbed Logan's prostate mercilessly and licked the boy's privates. Few soldiers would have given only their name, rank and serial number under such an assault. Logan surrendered completely and, in an agony of delight, heaved out his sperm into Daddy's mouth. Feeling the extra-intensity of active measures on his prostate as he orgasmed. Logan had never imagined such pleasure. And the night was young. When Daddy had removed his finger and Logan had returned to the material world, the boy saw Daddy place his son onto his back, on the bed. The boy lifted his knees high, exposing his well-lubed, well-dilated anus to Logan's intense curiosity and his Daddy's wild lust. "I'm going to fuck Peter now, Logan. You can watch and learn, but I'm giving Peter my full attention. Peter's been waiting all day for me to fuck him and I've been waiting all day to do it. So here goes." Here goes? Here goes what? Here goes where? In sex ed, they said that "fucking" was a penis in a vagina. And Pater didn't have one of those. Unless... It couldn't be. Peter's Daddy couldn't possibly imagine that he could fit that raging monster into Peter's anus!! It would kill Peter! Logan considered calling 911. "A man is about to try to murder a boy at 123 Elm Street. That's right, officer. He's trying to stick his thick cock into the boy's tiny asshole." What would the 911 people say about that? Too late. The murder was already taking place! The man was sticking that huge thing into Peter's bottom! Murdering Peter!! Though Peter didn't seem harmed. In fact, he was making a bunch of very satisfied and happy grunts. And the entire monstrosity was buried in his bottom. In fact, Peter was kissing his Daddy and telling him he loved him. Thanking him for making love to him so well. It had to be a trick. Logan had to see where the wires and mirrors were. So he put his hands into the middle of things. Feeling Daddy's cock going in and out. Feeling all around Peter's stretched asshole. Then stroking Peter's cock as his father fucked him. Which earned Logan an "Mmmmmm, that's nice. Don't stop" from Peter. Logan didn't stop. But it was all so confusing. How was such a "fuck" possible? And how could something impossible be so enjoyable? So enjoyable that Peter soon spurted all over Logan's hand, driving Daddy to blast his own thick, creamy load into Peter's welcoming bumhole. At that moment, a terrible thought crept into Logan's brain: "What if this man tries to fuck me?" And, "I couldn't stop him. I'm only a helpless young boy. And he's a lust-crazed beast." Said beast was lying on his back. Cock limp and drooling. Chest heaving from coital exercise. Now would be the time to make my escape, Logan thought. Before anything "gay" happened. Before his bottom was ripped apart by that, that cock. Now. That would be the time. Logan looked over at Peter, who was lying on his stomach, practically purring with post-fuck contentment. Peter's "boypussy" was gaping open and drooling man's cream. But it didn't look injured. Maybe Logan could stay around a little longer. Just to see, you know, what was next. Plus, his cock was kind of stiff again and he figured correctly that the best way to address that "issue" would be to stay with the Creamoffs. For a while, anyway. Peter roiled onto his back and invited Logan to kiss him. Logan scooted over and the boys held each other and kissed hungrily. At one point, Logan noticed that Daddy had left the room -- an opportunity to ask Peter: "Are you all right? Did he hurt you?" Peter smiled. "I'm more than all right. My Daddy loves me and would never hurt me. Plus, I love being fucked. All of us sissyboys do. You will too." Peter thought Logan was a sissyboy!!! Whatever that was, though Logan was pretty sure that it meant being pretty and "liking" boys and men "that way." And Peter thought Logan would like "being fucked?" By someone like Peter's Daddy? Maybe even Peter's Daddy? That very night, maybe? He couldn't! He wouldn't!!! Just then, Daddy returned. He said, "I just spoke to Uncle Mark, Peter. If it's OK with you, he'll be spending the night with you while Logan and I get better acquainted. If that's OK with Logan, of course." Peter spoke first. He had fully expected to spend part of that night with Uncle Mark and was quite happy about it. Uncle Mark was hunky, sweet and loving and every sissyboy loves variety. Logan's worst fears were being realized. This MAN planned to spend the entire night with him -- sticking his cock into him and subjecting him to all sorts of degrading activities to satisfy his disgusting needs. He couldn't! He wouldn't!!! So Logan gave Daddy the only answer he could under the circumstances. The only answer that made any sense. "OK," he said to Daddy. Daddy thought, "I love it when a plan comes together. Four -- Uncle Mark to the rescue Daddy's phone call was actually to Laura, his ex-sister-in-law. Laura was carrying a backpack full of guilt for the way her sister had abandoned Daddy and Peter. Little did she know that it was the best thing that had ever happened to father and son -- and their numerous sissyboy associates. Daddy would call Laura periodically and ask Laura if Mark, her husband, could come over and spend the night with him. "I'm so alone, Laura, and I need to talk." That always got to Laura. A man sharing his deepest feelings with another man. It was one of the few things, besides diamonds, that made a woman's pussy sopping wet. She was always eager to send her husband to the Creamoffs, though he always displayed a smidge of reluctance, lest she be suspicious about what was truly going on. Daddy called Mark when he needed "backup." There was no way he was going to show Logan what a fuck was, take Logan's virginity, then satisfy two randy boys the rest of that night -- a situation similar to several previous encounters with overnight guests. Mark was never sure when the calls would come, but he truly lived for them. Mark loved fucking sissyboys. And his nephew-by marriage Peter was a magnificent specimen of the breed. Sissyboys loved being fucked by Mark. Thanks to his ex-brother-in-law, Mark had fucked a dozen of them thus far. Mark lived ten minutes from the Creamoffs. That night, he was there in seven minutes. He used his own key to let himself in, then took the stairs two at a time. Noting that the door to Daddy's bedroom was closed, he wondered briefly if the latest "virginal victim" had been deflowered yet. No matter. He had better things to do. Mark flung open the door to Peter's room and saw his naked nephew, lying on his bed, on his stomach. His recently fucked bottom was still well-dilated and lubricated and he was clearly offering it for Mark's full and complete pleasure. And his own, of course. No preliminaries. No foreplay. Just afterplay following a rousing man-boy buttfuck. Life was good. Mark stripped naked in microseconds and was in Peter's butthole to his manly public hairs before Peter could say "hello." Oh. The pleasure! Poor Mark hadn't fucked a boy's bottom in nearly a week!!! It was inhuman. He took out his sexual frustrations on his wife Laura, of course. Which made her think that she was a very desirable woman. But she didn't of course, allow anal sex. Peter, of course, was an anal-sex enthusiast. His uncle's cock was as long as Daddy's, just not as thick. No matter. It tortured his prostate quite well. And his uncle's lust and enthusiasm for Peter were flattering and stimulating. "Oh, Uncle Mark!" Peter said in his one attempt at articulation during their first fuck. Then he doused his sheets with his sticky cream. Mark gave Peter an excellent, 20-minute fuck, then drenched the boy's bottom as he shuddered through his own desperate, heaving orgasm. Then, it was time to kiss and pet. The kissing and petting stage was still going on in the room next door. Daddy had introduced Logan to the adoration of his nipples and the boy was struck with wonder and love. Logan had almost spunked, just from having his nipples licked, but the real spunking was to occur during the next lesson of Sissyboy Love 101. Daddy told Logan that a sissyboy's anus needs lots of proper loving before they could do that naughty thing that Peter and Daddy had done. Which scared Logan. But lust, as we know, trumps fear. When Daddy positioned Logan on his stomach, with three pillows under his bellybutton, Logan feared the worst. He got the best. Daddy pulled up a chair and got himself into a good position for prolonged bottomhole love. Daddy began by softly kissing each cheek of Logan's fine posterior. He loved it when they whimpered and trembled over that. Daddy knew that "no" meant "no" when loving a boy and he would stop instantly if he heard the word. He just hadn't heard "no" yet -- from any boy. Daddy's kisses trailed over to Logan's "pink place," which Daddy exposed by parting Logan's plump bumcheeks with his thumbs. The first, tentative kiss directly on the boy's anus drew a loud groan. But not a "no." And there would be none. Tentatively at first, Daddy began to lick the pink/brown prize. Earning squeaks and whimpers that would erect the dead. The licks evolved to deep tonguing of Logan's asshole, which made him squirm, but not enough to evade Daddy's lewd activities. Daddy ate Logan out for a good 30 minutes, making the boy cum twice as he prepared him for one of life's most significant events. By that time, Daddy's cock could have cut diamonds. And Logan was a boy who knew that his time had come. He wanted to be fucked. Long and hard. Daddy gave the object of his affection one last lick. Then he stood. Rubbing his knob all around the sopping opening. He could tell from the way that Logan pushed his bottom back trying to "capture" Daddy's cockhead, that the boy was ravenous for Daddy's cock, Daddy fed his boyish lover's hunger. He popped the knob inside Logan with a quick shove. Hearing that startled gasp he loved to hear from a boy -- virginal or "experienced" -- when he first feels a cockish invader. No pain expressed, so Daddy "fed" the hungry butt more cock. Three more inches. That made Logan squeak with pain. "Are you all right, Honey," Daddy asked. Logan moaned affirmatively, then managed to say. "It's so big and hot and hard. Just give me a minute to get used to it. DON'T PULL IT OUT!" Daddy had no such intentions. Logan was a brave little cockhound. Who got a nice reward two minutes later when Daddy gave him the rest of his cock. All in. Something that four hours ago, Logan could have scarcely imagined. Yet, there he was. Face down on a man's king-sided bed, taking his king-sized cock into his mosquito-sized asshole. And loving it. Daddy began to stroke steadily, clipping Logan's prostate each time. Driving the boy half-mad with lust. Logan had another orgasm -- only three watery drools this time -- but the force was cataclysmic. Daddy had the best orgasm he could remember. A fact that he would never share with a potentially jealous Peter. It was a really fun night for the four lovers. And it promised to get better the next day, Saturday, when some of the other boys who frequented the Sissyboy Hangout showed up. 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 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay-incest) August 1, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008 "Twelve" (gay incest) November 13, 2008 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) November 19, 2008 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008 "Try Boys" (gay adult-youth) January 22, 2009 "Sissyboy Spunk Party" (gay incest) January 30, 2009 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) February 4, 2009