Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2008 18:42:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Sleepover Sissyboy Sleepover By Beautiful Creamer One -- Friday Night Joey Suckwell was so excited that he was almost peeing his pastel-blue, silk underpants. After lots of pestering of his wonderful Daddy, Joey was FINALLY being allowed to have a slumber party with his two very best friends -- Robbie Kute and Stevie Pubick. Daddy wasn't all that delighted about entertaining the second and third sissiest boys in Joey's school over the next 14 hours. It wasn't that Robbie and Stevie were bad kids, or noisy kids or rude kids. They weren't. It wasn't that they were obvious little prickteasing creampuffs. Which they were. Daddy admired that about them. What he minded was that Robbie and Stevie would be sleeping with his son Joey. Not with Daddy. Daddy thought about fucking Robbie and Stevie a lot. He also thought about fucking the hands-down sissiest boy in school. His own son Joey. Daddy knew that was wrong. A crime against nature. So he tried to cleanse his mind of any such impure thoughts. Which was like trying not to think of the word "hippopotamus" right after you saw one. If you were a man or a high-school boy, you saw Joey and you wanted to fuck him. And Daddy saw Joey all the time. He saw that pretty face with those big, blue, liquid eyes and long lashes. The sweet smile. That slim, perfect, boyish body with the long, bare legs that went all the way up to his plump, dazzling ass. The pretty toes that he wiggled so cutely. He saw the little strip of sweat Joey got across his short shorts, just above his bum cheeks, when it was warm and he was running. Which Joey did, he said, to stay toned. But which Daddy worried Joey did just to tease the neighborhood men and boys who watched him more regularly than a soap opera fan watches "All My Children." Daddy was raising Joey by himself and doing a pretty good job of it. In addition to developing amazing self-restraint, Daddy had raised a boy who was a good student and enjoyed great popularity among his fellow middle-schoolers. Boys always seemed to be hanging around Joey and, to a lesser extent, around Joey's friends Robbie and Stevie. Joey was a very friendly boy. Daddy liked that his son was popular and he liked that he hung out with some of the older, more masculine boys like high-school-seniors Biff and Rocky, who always seemed to be hanging around Joey. Boys like them were good role models for Joey But Daddy worried that Joey spent too much time with those girlish little sissyboys Robbie and Stevie. If Joey wasn't careful, they'd be getting their "gay cooties" all over Joey. Making him gay. Not just sweet, pretty and sensitive. Plus, if Daddy couldn't fuck Joey, he didn't want him being defiled by other men. With their gayness. Daddy had resisted the whole sleepover idea, but Joey could be so persuasive. He was so adorable when he was begging. Eyes downcast. The suggestion of a tear if he wasn't getting his way. Sitting on Daddy's lap. Asking "extra nicely," then giving Daddy that big hug and sweet kiss when the poor, aroused man capitulated. So it looked as if the Sissifest was a go for that Friday evening. [Sigh] Daddy expected the worst when he left the three of them in Joey's room. Alone. There would probably be a lot of kissing. Surely some tickling of each other's penises and "pink bags." They could even be making each other cum. Like little sissy faggots! And he would be the odd man out. Sitting alone in his room. While all that sweet, cumminess was happening in Joey's room. It wasn't fair. But he had promised Joey. And a promise is a promise. Two -- A promise fulfilled The doorbell rang. It was Stevie and his Dad, Mr. Pubick. Daddy knew Rod Pubick a little. Always thought he was a grump. Until about a year ago. Then he seemed to be always happy. Daddy wondered why. When Rod said to Daddy, "Here you go, Sam. Stevie's all yours for the night. And Robbie and Joey too. You lucky dog." What did Rod mean by that? Rod hugged his son goodbye and kissed him. Right on the lips. Ick, Daddy thought. What did all that mean? Moments later, when Harry Kute delivered his son Robbie, the scene repeated itself. Harry even squeezed Robbie's hot little butt as he kissed him goodbye. Like Mr. Pubick, Mr. Kute called Daddy a "lucky dog." What did that mean? Daddy would probably soon find out. So Robbie and Stevie's daddies were gone and Daddy was left with three jumping-for-joy, lovely sissyboys ready for a sleepover. Daddy was very apprehensive and uncertain. At least his brain was. His cock was stiffly resolute. He didn't know much about organizing a sleepover. But he knew all boys like pizza, so that's what he gave them for supper. He sat with them to eat and was a bit surprised with all the talk about boys at school. Odd talk. Like, "Isn't so-and-so cute?" and "Do you think so-and-so is seeing anyone?" Odd talk. Daddy got the impression that the boys wanted to say more and would have if Daddy hadn't been there. After the boys helped Daddy clean up, Joey said, "Let's go get in our pajamas." Robbie and Stevie totally agreed with that idea. The boys tore upstairs in a giggling tumult. Daddy gulped, sat in his easy chair and waited for the "dressing-up" results. Twenty minutes later, the three lovely sissyboys descended the stairs. To an amazed audience of one overheated Daddy. Walking as if they were in a fashion show, the boys strolled and pirouetted in front of Daddy. Joey was dressed the most conservatively of all. He was wearing a very large tshirt (one of Daddy's). So big that it exposed his creamy, right shoulder completely. And just long enough to almost cover his "privates." Almost. His hairless, wrinkly little bag was peeking under the hem of the tshirt. So he was wearing no underpants. Oooh. Robbie and Stevie were wearing underpants. But as mentioned, Joey's outfit was still the most conservative. Robbie was wearing a pajama top that looked more like a babydoll nightie. It was pink with white trim and buttoned, on the boy side, but looked frightfully girlie. His underpants were matching, pink, with white trim and a boy's opening flap. They were VERY skimpy, exposing Robbie's scant pubic hairs and two inches of the boy's bottom crack. Oooh. Oooh. Then there was Stevie. That particular little dickteaser was wearing tiny, thong underpants that clung to his erect little penis and saucy balls like a second skin. The boy's bottomcheeks were fully exposed to Daddy's wide-open eyes. To complete his outfit, Stevie's top was a babytee that exposed the boy's chest from the nipples down. The inscription on the shirt was two lines: "spit" -- "swallow." A check box next to each. And a big check on the "swallow" box. Not much ambiguity there. The sexual tension in the room was thick. Daddy was beginning a cold sweat. Seeing Daddy's discomfort, Joey said, "Let's play a game." Daddy envisioned playing Monopoly with Chance cards that said, "Take a ride on the boy next to you. If you pass go, collect $200." But no. Joey went into the kitchen, mindful of the fact that Daddy was checking out his butt, which was peeking from under his undershirt. The boy returned with a glass milk bottle. Daddy wondered vaguely where that came from. As he stared while trying not to stare at the sissyish beauty pageant he was hosting. Joey announced, "We're playing `spin the bottle.'" Robbie and Stevie applauded and giggled. Even jumping up and down. Which made their "goodies" bounce. Bringing back that cold sweat. Wasn't spin-the-bottle a kissing game? Before Daddy could protest, the boys were on the floor, forming a circle around the bottle. Pointing Stevie's thonged ass right at Daddy. Joey, being the host, spun first. "This time is for kissies," Joey said. There was great giggling and clapping when it pointed to Robbie. At which time, to Daddy's astonished eyes and aroused cock, Joey scooted over to Robbie and, both boys on their knees, the sweet sissies began to kiss. Deeply. With lots of tongue. Still-clothed cocks rubbing sweetly as they kissed. After a good, steamy five minutes of gasping and panting in obvious heat as they kissed, the boys stopped and resumed their game positions. Well, Daddy thought. That confirms it. My boy has been made gay by these two rapscallions. What could he do about it? He would have to step in and... "Daddy, look where the bottle that Stevie just spun is pointing. Right at you." Huh? At me, Daddy thought. But... Milliseconds later, Stevie was sitting in Daddy's lap. His beautiful hip rubbing against Daddy's cock. His sweet lips parted for a kiss. But... "Daddy, you have to kiss Stevie or you'll ruin the game. And my party. You promised I could have this party, Daddy." Daddy gulped. Looked at Stevie. And gulped again. The little dickteaser was effing beautiful. Daddy had used up a case of baby-oil gel dreaming of Stevie and that other little creampuff, Robbie. It was only a little kiss. And he was doing it for Joey. Daddy leaned forward and put his mouth over Stevie's. And the universe was where it should be. Daddy felt Cupid's arrow -- right in his testicles. And it didn't hurt a bit. Daddy LOVED kissing Stevie, and if Stevie's pants and moans meant anything, Stevie loved kissing Daddy. And rubbing his hand over Daddy's still-clothed cock. Where did that little creampuff learn to kiss like that? With so much heat and tongue? It was amazing. Almost involuntarily, Daddy reached for Stevie's cock. When Stevie moved Daddy's hand away, Daddy imagined the worst. Eliot Ness IV would be leading an FBI SWAT team through his door to arrest him for aggravated and clueless molestation. But then Stevie said, "Tickles is for the next round. This is just kissies." There was a next round? Oooohh. Daddy and Stevie did some more steamy kissing as Robbie and Joey applauded. "Good job, Daddy!" Joey said. I knew you'd like this game. You're a good player. Let's spin for tickles. Come on into the circle, Daddy." A reluctant/eager Daddy joined them. Reluctantly and eagerly. Joey spun. The bottle pointed at Daddy. Oooooh. Now what? "Pants off for tickles, Daddy." Joey said breathily. "I'm not wearing any pants, but Robbie and Stevie will take theirs off too. I would be wearing pretty boy panties if my Daddy bought them for me like their daddies bought for them." Daddy gulped. Note to self -- buy Joey whatever he wants in the "pretties" line of attire. Daddy hesitated about removing his pants in front of his son and his two creampuff playmates. But a giggling Robbie and Stevie "helped" Daddy get in the spirit of the game. Opening his belt. Pulling down his [gasp] zipper. Pulling down his trousers and then [shudder] his underpants. Revealing his cock. In its entire manly, seven-inch, foreskinned beauty. The boys stared at it in awe. Especially Joey, who had dreamed of Daddy's cock for as long as he could remember, but had never seen it. Then Stevie said the strangest thing to Joey. "You're so lucky, Joey!" Daddy didn't get that. Why was Joey lucky that Daddy had a big, hot, hard, throbbing cock? It was Daddy who had the big cock, not Joey. Did Stevie mean "lucky" for the "game" they were playing or for, you know, the rest of his life? Nonetheless, Daddy had exposed his cock to his son and two other boys and was feeling...proud. Studly proud. The boys' reaction to his "manly magnificence" had Daddy feeling rather, well...cocky. Joey broke the cock-induced spell first, lying on the carpeted floor and opening his arms for Daddy to lie next to him and embrace him. Daddy gulped again. He didn't like where this was going, yet he wanted to go there more than anyplace he had ever wanted to go. Daddy chose the only path he could choose. He lay down next to his primally sexual son and kissed him in a sexual way for the first time. With sweet tongue. The boy ignited the man, throwing him into a chasm of passion. Making him do things he never thought he would do. Like lifting Joey's tshirt up beyond the boy's puffy nipples, then running his big, rough, manly hand all over Joey's tummy and nipples, tweaking each pert treasure as they kissed. Then [pant] holding Joey's little, pink, "treasure bag" in his paternal fingers and playing tickles the way he imagined you were supposed to in the game. They were still playing a game, weren't they? Joey squealed with sissyish joy as Daddy fondled his nuts. Then he reached over and touched his Daddy's cock for the first time. Daddy groaned as he felt Joey's soft hand run along the entire length of his woodie. Joey broke off his kiss with Daddy and said, "Oh, Daddy. It's so big and hot and hard." Then he went back to kissing and rubbing his Daddy so nicely. Daddy was enjoying the evening far more than he had anticipated. And so was Joey. Daddy had started skinning his peeny so nicely -- up and down -- rubbing the drippies all over the peehole, as the man kissed and groaned from the sublime pleasure his son was inflicting on him. Joey knew he was "close," but he kept kissing and rubbing Daddy and -- Oh!! Joey made a big, cummy mess all over his flat belly. Daddy rubbed his rough fingertips all over Joey's cockhead as Joey spurted, whimpering in an agony of ecstasy. When Joey had calmed down just a smidge, he rubbed his fingers in the big, spermy puddle on his tummy and then slathered a load of boy's cream all over his Daddy's fat cock. The sheer dirtiness of that was too much for poor Daddy. He cried out in sweet agony, then pumped his hot goo all over himself. As Joey wanked his cock, then rubbed his cummy fingers all over Daddy's hairy bag. Squeezing Daddy's nuts just right to get those last, persistent drops out. Daddy was in love! Joey was in love! They kissed and rubbed limp cocks and cummy bellies against each other as, on the other side of the coffee table, Robbie and Stevie kissed, "tickled." Then spunked all over each other. It was a simple game, but a really fun one. Daddy was thinking about sending Stevie and Robbie home, naked and cummy or not, then carrying Joey upstairs, throwing him onto the bed, face down, then fucking his gorgeous ass until they both passed out from dehydration. But Joey was relentless about the game. The boy disentangled himself from Daddy, and returned to the bottle. A cum-drenched Stevie and Robbie joined him in the "bottle circle." Daddy took a moment more -- he was a bit dazed by recent events. But rather than miss the game's next round, he joined the circle too. On his knees, like the boys. Joey smiled at Daddy and batted those inch-long eyelashes at him. Then the boy announced, "This time's for suckies." Suckies? Daddy thought. Ooooohhh. Joey spun and Daddy hoped it would point at him. "Suckies" seemed like something he would really enjoy. Daddy was rapidly losing his silly inhibitions. And he was disappointed when the bottle pointed at Stevie. But that meant he would have Robbie then, didn't it? A delightful prospect. For suckies. Since Daddy was unclear on the game's nuances, he watched what happened next. Joey didn't move. Stevie stood up, sissied over to Joey and fed him his cock. Joey slurped away. Licking and sucking and making Stevie squeak in sissyish pleasure. Daddy wondered, where did Joey learn to suck cock like that? And, why didn't he ever suck my cock? That was definitely going to change. But not quite yet. Daddy was raptly watching his son expertly suck his sissyboy friend's rapidly stiffening willie when he felt something brush his cheek. He turned and saw a standing Robbie, rubbing his half-stiff, fully-drooling cock against Daddy's startled face. Daddy thought, the boy wants me to suck his cock? He couldn't. It was so gay! Of course he was perfectly willing to have one of the boys suck his cock. That was different. It appeared that if Daddy wanted his cock sucked, that night, by one or more of these boys, he would have to suck Robbie's cock. Which, as he gave it a better look, appeared to be quite a tasty treat. Daddy opened his mouth and took Robbie's cute little boy meat into his wet mouth. He gave it a couple of sucks and licks and was delighted when Robbie squeaked with delight. I can do this, Daddy thought. With pleasure. He was about to begin his welcome task with more ardor when He heard Joey say, "Everything off for suckies!" The boys immediately removed their skimpy tops and were gorgeously naked. Daddy was the boy in the candy store. With eye-candy boys. Three gorgeous, naked boys. One sucking the other's cock. The third with his cock in Daddy's hospitable mouth. Joining the party fully, Daddy removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Equally naked with his little harem. The man took Robbie's growing, throbbing pricklet back into his mouth. Life was good. At least that particular night of it. Daddy held Robbie's plump bottomcheeks in his big hands and used them to pump the boy's cock in and out of his mouth. Then, on impulse, he did to Robbie something that he had always enjoyed while masturbating. He wet his finger and entered Robbie's tight bottom with it. Rubbing in and out. Scraping the boy's prostate. Which made Robbie cry out, then fill Daddy's mouth with some Grade A, sweet, boy's cream. Daddy tried not to think about the gayness of it all. So he didn't. He just enjoyed Robbie's orgasmic shivers. And the "warm, salty eggwhites" taste of the boy's spunk. It's always fun to make new friends, isn't it? And a good friend, Robbie was. Having emptied his balls in Daddy's mouth, he immediately set out to return the favor. As Daddy stood and Robbie knelt, he noted with some male-competition pleasure that he had made Robbie cum a full minute before his son Joey had made pretty Stevie lose his creamies. Maybe Daddy had some cocksucking "game" after all. Daddy sighed with pleasure as he felt Robbie's mouth close around his still-limp cock. He looked over at Joey -- pretty Joey -- with some of Stevie's cum on his face. Scrunching his face so cutely as Scottie sucked his pretty peeny. Watching Joey get his cock sucked was exciting Daddy as much as having his own cock sucked. Joey looked at Daddy, assessed the situation and leaned over to whisper something to his cocksucker Stevie. Stevie stopped sucking and stood. The two boys then "set up shop" next to Daddy and Robbie. On their knees, Robbie and Stevie sucked away as Daddy and Joey kissed hungrily. A delighted Robbie soon had a mouthful of manly cock as Daddy stiffened vigorously. Robbie and Stevie were love angels, but the one who excited Daddy the most was clearly his son Joey. The naked father and son tongued each other's tonsils as their naked attendants ingested their stiff meats. Daddy reached down and slid his finger into Joey's pretty bottom. And that was that. Sky rockets in flight. The Big Bang. A near cum drowning of young Stevie. Followed soon after by a similar deluge down Robbie's happy throat. Even the boys were tired after the game's third round. Daddy was planning his own funeral. So they all rested. In a big, fleshy pile. With occasional non-resting. Like "feel-ups" and nipple kisses. When Joey the taskmaster regained his strength, however, the game resumed. Stevie, Robbie and Daddy dragged their happy, but tired bodies back to the circle. Joey announced, "This time's for `pokies.' Daddy, you spin because we can't do pokies." Pokies? Oh. Sissyboys didn't "pokey" each other. Even Daddy knew that. Would Daddy be expected to "pokey" all three of the boys? He got a bit more detailed in his funeral planning. Then he thought, well, their dads don't pick them up for 12 hours. And many would call this the opportunity of a lifetime. Daddy spun the bottle. Around and around. Swooping past each beautiful, naked, still-randy boy. Around and around and landing on -- Joey. Daddy was going to "pokey" Joey. Joey shuddered with lust as he looked at his handsome, manly father. The boy stood and took Daddy's hand. Daddy stood too. "We're going upstairs to Daddy's bedroom," he said to Robbie and Stevie. "The game's over. You can use my bedroom if you want. Call Biff and Rocky to come over and they'll spend the night with you. I'm spending the rest of my sleepover with Daddy. It's fate. The bottle willed it." Daddy picked up his lover and carried him upstairs. Where they spent a lovely evening watching television. Or fucking. I'm guessing fucking. 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 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) August 15, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) August 22, 2008