Date: Mon, 4 May 2009 11:41:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Nephews Sissyboy Nephews By Beautiful Creamer One -- Solving Gavin's problem "Oh, Uncle Randy!! What are you doing?" Twelve-year-old Gavin's beloved, 32-year-old Uncle Randy was expertly skinning the boy's tiny cockhead as the boy lay on his back in the double bed in the spare room of Randy's apartment. "I'm trying to help you solve your problem, Gavin, Honey. Doesn't this feel good?" [Gasp] [Pant] "It feels good. Really good, Uncle Randy. But it's wrong...isn't it?" "How could something that feels so good be wrong, Gavin?" Gavin groaned as he considered that deepest of philosophical questions. The boy was feeling things he had never felt before. Sweet stirrings in his pretty ballbag. He managed to say, "Daddy says boys shouldn't `do things' with other boys. Or men. Mom says that boys who do that are gay. And gay's bad, right?" Randy Spermacher rubbed his thumb along Gavin's leaking peehole, drawing a deep moan from Gavin and a noticeable relaxation of the boy's resistance. "Your mom also said, you'll remember, that you were hyperactive and that you were driving her and your Daddy crazy. So Tammy, your mom and my sister, asked me to babysit you for a weekend at my place so she and your Daddy and your brothers [ten-year-old Ian and eight-year-old Cody] could get a break. She also asked me to see what I could do about your hyperactivity. And that's what I'm doing." Gavin wasn't sure how lying in bed wearing only a silky pajama top while your uncle "rubs you off" could "cure" his hyperactivity. But it was still very exciting. Even more so because it was so "wrong." Randy hefted the boys' testicles in his free hand. Weighing them. Feeling their aching fullness. It was no wonder the boy was hyperactive! Letting a "boy's bag" get that full was practically child abuse! Gavin had never had an orgasm. That was obvious to Randy. No one knew more about boys and their orgasms than Randy Spermacher, youngest of seven Spermachers, and uncle to the 18 boys and 3 girls his prolific three older sisters and three older brothers had produced. Gavin really wanted an orgasm. Randy knew that too. Duh! Every boy Gavin's age wanted to shoot his spunk. He also knew that Gavin was open to seduction -- most 12-year-old boys were -- but just as vulnerable to guilt and shame. So, Randy had to proceed...carefully... Sort of carefully... "Let me show you something that feels even better, Sweetie," Randy said. "It's the best known cure for hyperactivity in pre-teen boys." Gavin didn't resist or protest. He was a very sensible boy. Who was about to be rewarded for his good sense. Randy bent forward and kissed the leaking tip of Gavin's stiff cock. Licking the "sweetness" from its pouty lips. Gavin groaned with lust and Randy saw a very green light. So Randy took Gavin's cockhead into his mouth and gave it an excellent, all-over licking. Which made Gavin's eyes go totally wide as he wriggled and whimpered without restraint. The initial shock of lust passed and the boy settled back to enjoy his first cocksucking. It was a cocksucking to remember -- punctuated by sharp, almost girlish squeals -- and climaxing in a heaving, screaming, creaming, first orgasm. Hyperactivity streamed out of Gavin's body as rapidly as his sperm. No boy with empty testicles needs to fidget. Another job well done, as usual, by world-class boylover Randy Spermacher. There was more to be done with this particular act of therapy. A good, stiff fucking for sure. Plenty of time for that over the coming weekend. "Remedial action" with young Gavin had a good foothold. Randy was pleased that he could help his pretty nephew, sister and brother-in-law. He was a vital component in the Spermacher family. The go-to guy for "civilizing" the nephews. No boy of the Spermacher clan was ever a "troubled teen," due in great part to their favorite uncle's loving attentions. Randy's six siblings never asked how he did it. So they must have known he was fucking their boys -- ten of the eighteen Spermacher so far. And they didn't care. Randy cared. He knew what an enviable situation he was in. No one wanted to examine success any more closely than it needed to be examined. As Randy lovingly released Gavin's soft, leaking prick from his mouth and leaned over to give the boy a deep, cummy, mouth-to-mouth kiss, he remembered how it had all started. Fifteen years ago. At his oldest sibling Brenda's backyard pool. Two -- Flashing back to Randy's randiness Fifteen years ago, when Randy was seventeen, he hadn't really figured out exactly who he was quite yet. That was pretty much cleared up on that significant Tuesday the summer before Randy's senior year in high school. Randy's 12-years-older sister Brenda had married well. Her 31-year-old husband Josh was already a successful attorney and their brand new house showed it. Big and well-furnished, with a nice swimming pool and kiddie pool. Brenda, a stay-at-home mom, was cranking out the babies at a good clip. At 29, she had already had Jake, 6, Tiffany, 5, and Danny, 3. Tony was still two years off. Though Brenda had the frequent assistance of a maid and a nanny, she was still very busy and sometimes asked Randy to help with the kids. Randy wasn't enthusiastic about all that, but pitched in now and then. Then, that fateful Tuesday, Brenda invited Randy for an afternoon of poolside babysitting help. Randy showed up at the appointed time and went into the house and back to the pool. Brenda was there, wearing her usual brief bikini -- which looked very good on her despite the three pregnancies. What was important that day was what wasn't being worn. Randy was shocked to see that the three kids were frolicking naked in the kiddie pool! Even worse, Jake's best friend, six-year-old Larry, was there too -- equally naked. Brenda saw Randy's surprised look and said, "Oh, don't be such a prude, Randy. They're just babies. No one cares if they're naked." Randy cared. Looking at the two naked, six-year-old boys had given Randy the most wicked boner of his young life. And he had no idea why. He wasn't hard from looking at the naked, five-year-old Tiffany, or his nearly naked, sizzling-hot, 29-year-old sister. He barely noticed three-year-old Danny. But those two naked, beautiful, six-years-old boys made his ears burn. Making things much worse, Jake and Larry seemed to know what effect they were having on Randy. Though far too young by any known standard to be cockteasers, the little boys were giving a darned good imitation of cockteasing. First there was the matter of their two tiny erections. Each boy had one. And they weren't trying to hide them or make them go down. Then there was the beachball-toss show the boys were putting on right in front of Randy's lounge chair. They bent over at the waist often to pick up the ball. Showing Randy frequent, stunning displays of "pink" Randy gulped. And hoped that no one noticed his throbbing erection. Brenda noticed it, but misinterpreted its genesis. "Randy, you naughty boy. You're not supposed to get a stiffie looking at your sister in a bikini. Even if she is smoking hot!" [giggle] Whew! Randy smiled weakly. He endured the sweet torture for an hour and a half, then said be didn't feel good, and went home. It was a very uncomfortable walk home. Even after his erection subsided. His mind was tormented by what had just happened. Was Randy a pervert? He didn't want to fuck those boys. He really didn't. That would be sick! He might have enjoyed having one or more of them sit on his lap. Naked. One of them kissing his lips as the other sucked his cock. That would be nice. He would like to suck their little cocks too. Though he knew nothing would come out of their little peeny poles. It was all very upsetting. Randy decided right then that six was too young. Far too young. But he also decided that boys were for him. And he was for boys. Three -- Sweeter with Peter As it happened, fate was on Randy's side that very day. Randy was pretty tired after his long walk home. So he almost didn't hear when his next-door neighbor called out his name. "Randy! Can you help me?" It was Peter, the Spermachers' neighbor kid. A twelve-year-old beauty whom Randy had hardly noticed. Until that day. Randy noticed him that day. "I was sunbathing in the backyard, Randy," Peter said. "I came in to use the bathroom, flushed it and the water wouldn't stop. I'm the only one home. Can you help me?" Oh my. Randy didn't know much about toilets, but he was rapidly learning what he liked. Peter looked amazingly cute in his "sunbathing" suit -- a miniscule speedo that showed a good inch of his asscrack -- a very good inch. Peter had a pretty face too. Very pretty. And his bare nipples were pert and puffy! Was he stiff in his speedo? He was! Though it was a bit small down there. Looking at Peter made Randy stiff yet again. Even 15 years ago, Randy was BIG "down there!!" More than seven inches at age 17 -- fully eight inches as a 32-year-old. Peter noticed that Randy was both big and stiff. Peter had been interested in Randy and his cock for at least a year. Until that day, Randy had never noticed Peter's existence. That Tuesday, Peter knew that something about Randy was different. After all, he'd tried that broken toilet routine twice before and couldn't even get Randy to acknowledge him. That day, Randy did more than acknowledge Peter. For reasons he could hardly understand -- triggered by seeing Jake and Larry naked -- Randy wanted Peter. And Peter knew it. Still, they had to go through the "I don't know if you know what I want" dance. "Uh, I don't know much about toilets, Peter, but I'll look at it. Anything to help a neighbor." Randy winced when he said that. Too much. Looking too eager. Seduction should be smoother. Young Randy was far from the universe-class seducer he would become. But it didn't seem to matter to Peter. Randy "had" Peter three years earlier -- when the young boy's cock first stiffened at the sight of the older boy, Peter led Randy up the stairs to the bathroom, which happened to be en suite with Peter's bedroom. Peter made sure that Randy got a nice, long look at Peter's barely-covered, speedo-clad asscheeks all the way up the stairs. Randy compared those pretty, twelve-year-old cheeks to the bare "pillows" he had seen on his nephew Jake's six-year-old bottom 90 minutes earlier. Peter's were fuller and plumper. Plus it wouldn't be quite as sick and perverted to stick his cock between them. Not that Randy had anything fundamentally against "sick and perverted." Randy's cock was on full alert when they reached the bathroom. His suit was a traditional, full, boxer-style set of trunks and he was wearing a grey t-shirt and sandals. So his "excitement" wasn't as obvious as Peter's. The young boy was only wearing that brief bikini-bottom-like speedo, so his stiff three inches were fully outlined. The young beauty's outsized, fully erect nipples were bare, further revealed his excitement, and contributed greatly to Randy's arousal. The notion of sucking those puffy treasures was making Randy almost cream in his suit. Peter pretended to be all business when they reached his bedroom's adjoining bathroom. The clever boy had rigged the flush chain so that the toilet wouldn't fill. He appeared to be bewildered as he got on all fours to "inspect" the underside of the toilet. An exercise that was useless in every sense except its intended goal -- to show Randy a little more of Randy's ass -- posed somewhat more invitingly as well. Randy only knew one thing about toilet repair. If the water won't shut off, turn off the main supply, which is usually an elliptical knob near the floor. Right where Peter was kneeling. After getting a nice, tantalizing view of an ass he hoped to be filling soon, Randy asked the boy to step aside [and let a MAN do his work]. Peter moved gladly, then oohed and aahed as, in six quick twists, Randy turned off the offending water. Peter didn't actually swoon, say, "My hero," and melt into Randy's arms. But he came close. "Oh, thank you so much, Randy. You're so smart. I'm such a little ninny. I don't know what I would have done without you." Standard stuff. Then, the thinly-veiled invitation: "I wish there was something I could do to thank you." [Pause] [Shy, eye batting from Peter.] [Pause] Randy thinking. Realizing that what he did next could determine the path for the rest of his life. Randy deciding. "Well, a kiss would be nice," Randy said. Peter looked appropriately shocked. Shocked! Then...just reluctantly enough..."I guess that would be all right." Another shy smile, followed by an exit from the bathroom into the bedroom. Peter was thinking ahead. He didn't want his first fuck to be on the bathroom floor. A bed was much nicer. But a kiss was first. Randy stepped forward and considered his prize. Peter was a stunner. Slim and pretty. And extraordinarily "willing." The big three. Randy had had some limited experience with girls. Kissing -- some bare-titty rubs -- one handjob not taken to completion, with the attendant blue-balls affliction. Being with Peter was infinitely more exciting for Randy than it had ever been for Randy with girls. Plus, Peter was way prettier than Mary Jo Slutsky, the girl who didn't take Randy all the way to heaven with her hand. Randy was pretty sure he'd glimpse the pearly gates with Peter. To begin, Randy stepped forward to collect his promised kiss. He laid his hands on the hips of the nearly-naked boy, feeling Peter's warm, willing skin for the first time. Peter gasped softly when he felt Randy touch his hips. Randy liked that. Randy drew Peter toward him, leaned downward slightly and gently, cautiously laid his soft lips onto Peter's lips. Zowie! Both boys felt it. Zowie! It was a kiss neither wanted to break. So they didn't. Randy introduced his tongue to the proceedings and Peter opened his mouth to accept it. Peter sucked Randy's tongue deliciously, then offered Randy his own "pink licker." Tongues dueled as soft moans from both boys punctuated their growing passion. Inevitably, things moved forward. Randy slid his thumbs into Peter's speedo, then slid it down to expose Peter's luscious bottom, cock and balls. Peter whimpered audibly and didn't resist. In fact, it was clear to Randy that Peter had surrendered. Completely. To whatever Randy's hopefully dirty mind could conceive. Oh. That was nice. For both of them. The ice being broken, Randy cupped Peter's bottomcheeks in both hands and drew Peter more closely to him. Kissing the younger boy even more deeply and tonguily. Feeling Peter's bare cock against his stomach, but not seeing it yet. Randy wanted to see Peter's cock. And he wanted Peter to see his. Time to get naked. Randy shucked off his sandals and shirt, then slid down his bathing suit to reveal "The Beast." Many a young sissyboy has seen, touched, kissed, licked, sucked and "taken in" The Beast over the past 15 years. Many. But Peter, the determined sissyboy who lived next door to the Spermachers, was the first to see it. And do all the other stuff on that list too. Peter blushed when he saw The Beast. It was so big and hot and hard! He smiled at Randy. Then, on an impulse of passion, the young boy fell to his knees and began to demonstrate his full commitment to Randy's pleasure. Peter had never sucked a cock, but he had dreamed often about sucking the one he was looking at hungrily. Randy had never had his cock sucked. And was surprised that Peter was about to do that for him. Pleasantly surprised. Very pleasantly. Randy felt so manly and in charge. A pretty boy was on his knees at Randy's feet. Randy's cock was inside the boy's mouth. The boy was licking it in an incredibly thrilling way. Randy managed two thoughts as Peter slurped and gulped and whimpered. The obvious thought was -- "This is fan-fucking-tastic!" The second thought was, "Why did I wait 17 years to do this? I can't afford to waste any more time." The latter thought was oddly prophetic. Randy Spermacher was to "waste" much of his college years, but little after for the rest of his life. Peter was delighted to be sucking Randy's fat prick. He had dreamed about little else over the past months and for once, the realization was better than the expectation. Randy's cock felt great in Peter's mouth. Like it belonged there. Peter licked it all over, then withdrew and kissed it all over. Pausing to tongue bathe Randy's hairy ball bag -- one fat egg at a time. When Peter recapped the drooling head with his wet mouth, Randy felt the point-of-no-return pinch in his gut. Randy was going to cum and he didn't even try to stop himself. Peter resolved to swallow it all and he almost did, Randy cried out -- manfully, of course -- then his prick erupted with hot man-lava. Almost drowning his brave, eager cocksucker. Who gobbled down eight fluid ounces of spunk and drooled out another two ounces. Just enough to coat his mouth, chin and sexy, right nipple. A gorgeous sight by any measure. Randy thanked Peter by drawing the younger boy to his feet, kissing him cummily, then laying him onto his back on his twin bed. Randy was grateful to Peter -- very grateful. It was time to give something back to the boy, whose tiny cock was in severe distress. Balls swollen. Aching for release. What to do? Well. Randy didn't want to suck the boy's cock just yet. He wasn't sure if an "alpha boy," which was what he fancied himself to be, should be sucking cock during lovemaking. A conceit which Randy soon disposed of. But at that moment, Randy didn't think a mere handjob would be fair recompense. What to do? What Randy wanted to do was fuck Peter. In the boy's ass, obviously, since he didn't have a "girl's thing." But wouldn't that hurt? Especially if it was "dry" back there. And what if Peter didn't want to be fucked? Well, Randy thought, how about a one-step-at-a-time strategy? Randy lovingly flipped the boy onto his tummy, then lay on top of Peter. Slowly tracing kisses from the boy's' neck, then shoulders, back, and then, [gasp] bottomcheeks! Peter was moaning and writhing. Rubbing his enflamed stiffie into his sheets. Then the big surprise! For both of them. Randy parted Peter's bottomcheeks with his thumbs, exposing Peter's "wrinkled pretty" to Randy's lust. Peter squealed sharply when Randy licked his anus for the first time. Randy wasn't sure that he would like the taste. But, as we know, though an acquired taste, it's quite appetizing. And even tastier the deeper you dig. Which Randy did in earnest. Randy ate out Peter's boypussy for a spectacular 28 minutes, at which point, Peter squealed loudly and drenched his sheets. Both boys were having an excellent afternoon. It got better. Randy's erection was back. With a vengeance. And Peter's asshole was lubricated and dilated. What to do? A good, stiff fucking appeared to be in order. Good idea. Randy thought so. Peter thought so. Even though the boy screamed pretty loudly when that huge cockhead "opened him up." Randy gave him time to adjust to his "new best friend." Then he put the whole Beast into the boy. More screaming. Settling down. Then cock movement. Back and forth. Nice and slow at first. Mmmmmmm. Faster. Double -- Mmmmmmm. Randy lay on top of the prone boy. Leaning on him. Dominating him. Fucking him. Clipping the boy's sensitive prostate with each strong thrust. Driving the boy half mad with lust until the inevitable happened. Peter screamed out Randy's name, then shuddered through a titanic orgasm that soaked his already-sopping sheets and made his ass muscles constrict on Randy's "pleasure-giver." Making Randy shoot his own spunk in an agony of delight. It was some time before either lover stirred. Peter's anal muscles involuntarily rejected Randy's limp cock. Which gave Randy the idea to roll off Peter and take the boy into his loving arms. Cuddling and soft kissing followed. Very nice. Then Randy got a bit more active. The notion of kissing Peter's "puffies" grew very strong, so Randy attached his mouth to his lover's right nipple -- the way he had imagined sucking a girl's breast (if a stuck-up girl had ever allowed it). Thank goodness Peter let Randy do anything and everything he wanted. With no "attitude" or false virtue. Sissyboys, Randy was learning, were superior to girls in every way. Peter really appreciated having his puffies licked and sucked. Despite having cum hard twice, the boy's tiny tickler was stiff again. Especially when Randy skinned Peter as he sucked his boyboobs. Was Peter going to spunk again? If so, Randy wanted a taste that time. Forget all that stuff about alpha boys not sucking sissyboys' cocks. Do what makes you both happy. And when Randy took Peter's cummy cock into his mouth and sucked out the third creamy load of that beautiful day, they were both happy. Making Peter cum, as Randy would learn, was the best way for Randy to restiffen The Beast. And Peter looked so darned beautiful and fuck-needy, lying on his back like that. So Randy fucked Peter again. Face-to-face that time, with two pillows under Peter's hips. Randy's cock slid in much more easily that time and a nice fuck rhythm had them both gasping and panting. Being face-to-face allowed for full "in-fuck" kissing. Which added a great deal to the enjoyment. Since they had both cum before -- twice for Randy, thrice for Peter -- their first "missionary position" fuck lasted a long time. It was magnificent. Randy shocked himself by telling Peter that he loved him after both had deluged each other with hot sweetness. But it was true. Randy and Peter were in love. A scorching, torrid, love affair that lasted almost all the way through Randy's senior year. Every day after school, the latchkey lovers would meet in Peter's room and make hot, sweaty, passionate love. How they managed to hide it from family and friends is a major mystery -- unless family and friends didn't want to acknowledge what they had to suspect. By April 1995, Randy was actually thinking of taking Peter to his senior prom. Then running away with him to get married. But in those dark, pre-Internet, pre-Massachusetts/Iowa days, that was an even weaker dream than it is today. Of course those dreams ended that awful April Thursday. Randy had to stay after school for some testing or other that day and told Peter that he wouldn't be able to be with him. Which made the hungry lovers very sad. When the testing was postponed, Randy rushed home to surprise Peter. But it was Randy who was surprised. To summarize, Randy caught Peter in bed with Rock Jockheart's cock up his sissy ass. 16-year-old Mr. Jockheart, a football star at their high school, had been making advances toward Peter, who, since he had a supposedly free afternoon, submitted to the jockly advances. There were Peter's, sobbing, racking tears, of course. And frantic pleas for forgiveness. Randy wanted to forgive Peter, but he had to know: Were there "others?" Peter told the truth. "Just Daddy," the young beauty admitted through a torrent of tears. Randy almost choked. His boyfriend was letting his father fuck him?!?!?! In the asshole that Randy felt he "owned?" It was the worst day of Randy's life. He tried to forgive Peter, and to some measure he did. They fucked again. A lot. But it was never the same. By the time Randy went away to college in August, Randy had learned that sissyboys are inherently promiscuous. Randy wanted commitment and exclusivity from a lover. A conceit that he wouldn't abandon, unhappily, until he graduated from college four years later. The college years were bad ones. Having turned 18, Randy was afraid of the whole "statutory" thing. And he was looking for love (not just sex) -- in all the wrong places. Randy had a few liaisons with man-boys his own age. He found that deeply unsatisfying. He tried to be a "bottom" for his handsome, 34-year-old accounting teacher. He liked that even less. Randy even thought about trying girls again. Ick! Anyway, Randy wasn't happy again until the summer after he graduated from college. Oddly, it all happened where it had all begun. In his sister's backyard pool, with his nephew Jake and Larry, Jake's best friend. Both of whom were then eleven-and-a-half years old. Four -- The First Nephew That summer after college graduation, Randy had made his peace with his former neighbor/lover Peter. The younger boy was 17 in 1999, to Randy's 22, and Peter was developing nicely. His cock had grown to a fat six inches and he still looked beautiful to Randy. But Peter had evolved into a "top," with a full retinue of younger boys eager to respond to his call. When he thought about it, Randy wasn't attracted to a top. Even that two-timing (make that three-timing) ex-lover Peter. So there Randy was. Sexless. Until the day when he got the call from his sister Brenda. That summer, Brenda was 34 and still looked smoking hot in a bikini -- if Randy had been interested in, well, women. Her children had all been born and she was the mother of 11-and-a-half-year-old Jake, 10-year-old Tiffany, eight-year-old Danny and three-year-old Tony. So she was a busy lady. Who still needed babysitting help. And since her youngest brother Randy had decided to take the summer off before seeking employment, she asked him if he would watch Jake and Jake's best friend Larry at the family pool while she took the other three kids and did some errands. Sweat formed on Randy's upper lip when she asked him that. Alone at a pool with Jake and Larry. The objects of his wettest dreams for the past five years. In bathing suits, which, everyone knows, increases the probability of a seduction by at least 32% -- you could look it up. Randy agreed to watch the boys -- semi reluctantly and semi-eagerly. It would just be a voyeur thing, Randy reasoned. Just some imagery for his lonely jerk-off sessions. No way he'd be doing any "dirties" with his nephew. Or any other underage boy. Incest was wrong. And so was any underage sex. Not to mention that all of the above were gay! So he would just watch the boys frolic in their skimpy suits. Which they would never remove, since they were 11 now and not 6. Amazing how one intelligent young man could be so wrong about absolutely everything. It all began to go "sour" when he said goodbye to Brenda and the three younger kids and went to the backyard pool. Jake and Larry ran up to hug him. Which was pleasant and scary. The boys were wearing bathing suits -- skimpy, but they covered the pubic region and the bottomhole and crack nicely. Whew! But it wasn't all a rose garden. Randy couldn't help but notice three key things. 1. The boys had developed into two delicious little pre-teen boy beauties. The kind that make a man who sees them find the nearest public convenience, drop his pants to his ankles and furiously "relieve himself." 2. When they hugged Randy, he could feel their hard little penises against his crotch. 3. Randy was every bit as hard as Jake and Larry were. It could be a difficult afternoon for Randy. "Thanks for keeping an eye on us, Uncle Randy," slim, beautiful, flirty Jake said. "You will be keeping an eye on us, won't you?" Randy gulped and the boys giggled. Randy sat in his lounge chair and tried to calm himself down. Not look at the boys too much. But he couldn't look away. It was one of those few times when the realization of your fantasies is way better than the mere idea of them. The boys had developed in beauty and sexiness far beyond anything Randy could have imagined when he first saw them naked as six-year-olds. And, unless he was a total dolt, it appeared to Randy that they were very "interested" in Randy. They were still in their suits, but as they swam and tossed a beachball around, they stole little glances at Randy. Should he make the first move? Not necessary. A half hour into their time together, Larry got out of the pool, looked at Jake, then said, "It's so hot outside the pool, Jake. Don't you think it's hot, Mr. Spermacher?" Randy wasn't sure that he liked being called "Mr. Spermacher," but he agreed with Larry that it was hot. Not thinking about what would happen next. "Your uncle's hot too, Jake," Larry said. Jake giggled, then got out of the pool, looked at Randy, giggled again, and removed his suit. So did Larry. Both of them naked. Looking at Randy. With stiff, five-inch cocks pointing drippily right at Randy. Oh. Randy winced. It was all falling apart. Or falling together. Two naked boys, asking, "Will you dry us off, Uncle Randy?" And Jake handed his uncle two big, fluffy towels. Randy knew that he shouldn't do it. Wrong, wrong, wrong!!! Of course he did, though. Slowly and lovingly, Randy dried the boys off -- first Jake, then Larry. With careful attention to their penises. And the wet regions between their ass cheeks. Randy was so smittenly disturbed that he almost didn't hear when Larry suggested, "Aren't you hot too, Mr. Spermacher? That suit you're wearing should come off." [Gulp] He wanted to take his suit off and stand naked with these beautiful boys. Wanted to see their reactions when they saw "The Beast" for the first time. But somehow, he had lost all motor function. Something about the blood that was supposed to be feeding the brain rushing instead to the penis. The phenomenon has been known to affect decision-making as well. He needed a bit more of an incentive. Which the boys eagerly supplied. "Larry and I like to play with each other naked, Uncle Randy," Jake said. "We play naked a lot. We would really like you to play naked with us too." "Yeah, Mr. Spermacher," Larry said, "Jake and I are in love. We kiss and cuddle and make each other spurt our boy's cream. I made my first `messy' two months ago -- Jake made his for the first time last week. We're not babies any more like that day when we were six and you saw us naked. Even then we got you all hot. How do you like us now?" THEY KNEW!?!?!? They knew that Randy got hot and bothered looking at their naked bodies when they were six!?!?!?!?! Randy was humiliated! But another emotion quickly wiped that one off the books. Lust! The two gorgeous, angelic lovers were tongue-kissing and rubbing their quite-large-for-their-age cocks together. In a manner that was destined to make them spurt. Hard! Randy didn't want them to spurt. Not with each other. He wanted them to spurt because he was making love to them. So Randy manned up. An activity that he would find increasingly easy to accomplish over the coming ten years (and beyond). Randy stood up. Which made the lovers break their passionate kiss to see what the man would do. The man took a deep breath, then, in one steady, unteasy move, lowered his bathing suit to his ankles. Revealing his cock. Which at age 22 had attained its full, rock-stiff, eight-inch magnificence. Randy LOVED when Jake and Larry gasped at the sight of his cock. What man wouldn't like that? He didn't like it when Larry said to Jake, "It's even bigger than Peter said it was! It's beautiful!" Peter?? Randy's former lover, who was by his own admission now a "boylover" and even, [gasp], a potential competitor for Randy? Peter was talking about Randy's cock with these two little kewpie dolls? Randy didn't like that one bit. He opened his mouth to say just that, but was cut off by Jake, who said, "Don't worry, Uncle Randy. Peter didn't even touch us. We were flirting with him while you were at college, but he said that you should be the one to...how did he say it, Larry? `Teach our asses.'" Well. It was good to know that there was some loyalty and chivalry left in the world. Randy would have to give Peter a nice kiss for that. Maybe even a full, on-his-knees, thank-you cocksucking, if things progressed as it appeared they would. Jake stepped forward and tentatively, almost reverentially, touched Randy's cock. The cock of his youthful dreams. The first mancock for a boy whose youthful libido would soon impel him to seek "cock around the clock." As Jake fondled Randy's foreskin, Larry stepped forward and ran the fingers of his soft, right hand along Randy's cock shaft. Randy's manly spear was so big and hot and hard! The boys were trembling with sexual anticipation! Thinking about being with an aroused, snorting man is different from being with one. What if Randy went nutso on Jake and Larry? Rammed that rampant monster into their bottoms -- dry!?!?!? Tearing and ripping their boyholes!?!?!? Splitting the boys in two!?!?!? "Ruining" them forever!?!?!? Jake thought about that a moment and concluded that there was no way that would happen. Grandma Spermacher would kick her son Randy's ass if he "ruined" her grandson. Randy's soft groans, rather than raging "lust snorts" reassured the boys. And led to their next move. Jake slid to his knees and began to kiss Randy's cockhead. Licking up all the pearls of precum lurking on his peelips. Meanwhile, Larry submitted to Randy's tonguey kisses, which, as we know, enhance a fuck or a full, rich cocksucking. Randy was having a great afternoon. So were the boys. As Randy kissed Larry, he slid the middle finger of his right hand into Larry's bottomhole -- which Larry enjoyed very much. The boys had often included mild, anal, finger play in their lovemaking, but neither was aware of the existence of their prostates or the supreme pleasure the tender walnut offered. From his blissful days with Peter, Randy knew ALL about the prostate. And when he located Larry's, he gained, for the first time, the initiative in the trio's lovemaking. Larry's pretty eyes widened as he felt his prostate massaged for the first time. Helplessly, he cried out, then whimpered as he pushed his ass back, asking wordlessly for more of Randy's fingers. Jake heard it all, and was curious. Not curious enough to stop doing what he had longed for all his life -- sucking a man's thick, long, hot, hard cock. The kneeling beauty kissed, licked and sucked Randy's fat boysticker. Yummmmmm!!!!! Randy reveled in the intense, numerous, sexual sensations -- having a boy's wet mouth pleasuring his cock as he kissed and fingerfucked a second boy. Climaxes were inevitable. And then they happened. Larry screamed and creamed first. Shuddering through his first prostate-centric orgasm -- unlike any he had previously enjoyed. It was a whopper! Randy didn't scream when he pumped a flood of sperm into his nephew Jake's tiny mouth. But he did sort of grunt loudly, in joyful release. His first man-boy sex in nearly four years. A long, "dry," period that would be Randy's last such drought longer than, say 10 hours. If he overslept one day. Randy looked down and watched the amazing sight of his cock making Jake gag, then glazing the naked lovely's face with his last three globs of sploogee. Well. That was a nice icebreaker. Fifteen minutes later, Randy and the boys were in a naked pile in Jake's bedroom, in his double bed. Randy was lying on his back His cock had restored much of its vigor. Due in large part to the oral efforts of Larry, who was kneeling between Randy's legs. Meanwhile, Jake was straddling Randy's shoulders, facing Randy's feet. Jake was sitting on his uncle's face, as Randy's tongue excavated his nephew's anal opening. When Randy's cock was fully stiff and Jake's bottom was fully dilated and lubricated, the boys switched places. Under Randy's careful instruction, Jake slowly, semi-painfully, lowered his tiny anus onto his uncle's huge cock. It was wildly exciting to Randy to see the boy's determined efforts at impalement. Larry cuddled with Randy as he looked into his best friend Jake's tear-filled eyes. It was clear that Jake's first fuck would be a painful one -- but Jake was resolute in pursuing it. It took 12 squirming, grunting minutes, but Jake's bumhole engulfed his uncle's cock completely. Jake smiled with accomplishment and amazement. He felt totally, happily stuffed. And the pressure on his prostate was making him see undiscovered countries. "How does it feel, my darling?" Randy asked Jake. Jake could only look at his uncle with tear-filled eyes, whimper, and begin to move up and down on Randy's prick. Slowly at first, then more and more rapidly. Joining in the fun, Larry straddled Randy's shoulders, sat on the man's face and reveled in the delights of Randy's active analingus. As Randy ate him out, the boy leaned forward and kissed Jake's pretty mouth as the sissyboy nephew relished the full pleasure of being fucked. Larry and Jake skinned each other's peenies as they kissed tonguily, reaching for the boundless limits of pleasure that they had only begun to approach. Jake spunked first -- hurling his rich cream all over Larry's chest and tummy -- drooling down to his uncle's hairy chest. Larry spunked next, clutching Randy's tongue in the boy's anal muscles as he squealed and spermed. Then it was time for the man's full pleasure. The pleasure that comes from being attended by angels in an earthly paradise of erotic fulfillment. Randy's orgasm felt as if his testicles were leaving his body. Travelling at light speed to the nearest star -- and beyond. Randy was "home." His cock in a boy's bottom. His tongue in another's bottom. His balls draining in tribute to boyish beauty. Fucking the first of his soon-to-be 18 nephews, with Jake's comely friend Larry thrown in as a tasty bonus. Five -- Back to the Present It had been ten years, nearly to the day between Randy's first fuck of a nephew and his first "love session" with Gavin. Of the ten nephews Randy had thus far "seduced," only five had been true "seductions." The other five had, like Jake, practically flopped on their backs and begged for Randy's cock. Not that there was anything wrong with that. We'd all like a little more of that in our lives. Still, Randy enjoyed "hunting" more than he did being fed. So the seductions, like the one he was enjoying with the lovely, formerly hyperactive Gavin, was very pleasurable. Gavin seemed to be enjoying the seduction too. At least he enjoyed having his cock sucked and cumming buckets down his uncle's throat. But, as Randy knew, that didn't mean Gavin was ready for a cock in his bottom. Not yet, anyway. Randy's brother Ryan's son, Noah, who was now 15, had been a "tough sell." The boy was almost 12 when Randy managed to get Noah's pants off. The boy adored having his cock sucked and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when Randy finger fucked him to a titanic prostate orgasm. But he wouldn't kiss Randy, or even touch his cock. It took five months and all of Randy's seductive charms to get Noah on his back, knees up, taking long, hard strokes of his uncle's cock in his pretty bottom. Despite his occasional frustration with Noah, Randy had to admit that the triumph was sweeter because it was hard-won. Would Gavin present such "stiff resistance?" Perhaps we'll find out in the next chapter of "Sissyboy Nephews." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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