Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2008 14:40:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Spunk Party

Sissyboy Spunk Party
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- The interview

  Young Patrick Dickson loved Fridays.  And Saturdays.  And Sundays.

  The other days of the week were OK.  He spent those days with his Mom.
And he loved his Mom.  But on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, Patrick was
in the tender care of Rudolph Dickson, his divorced Daddy.

  Patrick and his Daddy always got along well.  Even though his Mom and
Daddy were divorced three years ago, when Patrick was a mere nine years
old, Patrick and his Daddy had grown closer.  Much closer.

  Daddy and Patrick had been fucking for six months now.  Fucking hard.
Fucking all weekend long.  And loving every spermy drop of it.

  Mom knew.

  But she was very practical about it.

  Patrick was obviously gay as the divorcee in the 1934 Fred Astaire-Ginger
Rogers movie of the same name.  The boy was clearly going to "give it up"
to the first shady character who asked him to drop his pants.  And the boy
was so stunningly beautiful that Mom knew there would be no shortage of
suitors.  The safest, most loving option for the boy was his own father's
arms.  Mom loved Patrick and wanted the best for him.

  She also wanted the best for herself.  If she called the police, her ex
would be arrested and imprisoned and her considerable alimony and child
support would dissolve.

  So mum was the word from Mom.

  She picked up Patrick from school every Friday and delivered him to his
father with a clear conscience.  Then returned home to a weekend of intense
fucking with her stud du jour.  Patrick and Daddy made love all weekend,
with breaks for food, bathroom, showers and an occasional excursion, until
Daddy delivered Patrick to school, walking strangely, but safe and happy,
on Monday morning.  All in all, there was something for everyone in the
Dicksons' "arrangement."

  That particular Friday, as it developed, was a bit different.

  Daddy was waiting for Patrick, as usual.  His cock was stiff and tenting
his trousers as usual.  Patrick's little three-incher was "pointing" his
boypanties, when he saw his Daddy, as usual.  Mom dropped him off, kissed
him goodbye, nodded briefly to her ex and left, as usual.

  But Daddy had big plans for that weekend.  With Patrick's concurrence,
they were going to a sissyboy spunk party.

  And not just any sissyboy sex party.  The Lovebum's party.  The A-list
party.

  If they could pass the interview, of course.

  When Daddy told Patrick that they would be interviewing for the party
that very Friday night, then, if they "passed," would be full participants
on Saturday night, Patrick was practically peeing his boypanties with joy.

  Sissyboy spunk parties were all the rage those days, of course.  There
were big articles about them in the newsmagazines and features on the
newschannels and the Internet.

  Patrick had been asking his Daddy to take him to a party.  Even if it
were just one of the neighborhood parties that seemed to be on every block.
When Daddy kept putting him off, Patrick thought Daddy was just being
selfish -- wanting Patrick's tight bottomhole all for himself.

  And that was surely part of it.

  But the real reason was that Daddy wanted to go for the gold standard on
sissyboy spunk parties.  The Lovebum's famous Saturday-night soiree was THE
place to spunk.  The prettiest, most cock-hungry boys and the hunkiest,
biggest-cocked men.

  And he had finally maneuvered an invitation from Brandon Lovebum.  By
sending him a hidden-camera video of Daddy and Patrick's previous weekend's
"activities."

  Clearly, Mr. Lovebum liked what he saw, because 24 hours after Daddy
emailed the video to the "Sultan of Sissyboys" as the newspapers called
him, Mr. Lovebum invited Patrick and Daddy for an all-night, Friday
interview.

  On a "usual" Friday night, Daddy would have already had Patrick naked and
have had his tongue two inches into the boy's bottom.  That Friday, he
said, "No sex until we get to the Lovebums, Sweetie.  I'm sorry, but we're
both going to need all the spunk we've got for our interviews."

  Patrick wasn't happy about that!  His little balls ached with need.  And
he was desperate to empty them.  But Daddy promised that soon after they
got to the Lovebums' they would all four of their testicles would be
thoroughly "drained."  Though not by each other.

  Daddy felt a certain sadness about giving his boy over to another man.
Except for his own Daddy's sweet attentions, Daddy knew that the boy was a
complete virgin.

  Patrick loved his Daddy very much.  But he thought him a bit naïve.  Did
Daddy really think that Patrick could slosh around with full testicles four
days each week?

  Get real, Daddy!

  Patrick giggled at the notions of both his parents.  Mom thought Patrick
and Daddy were gay and her hunky, rotating boyfriends were all straight.
All Patrick had to do was wiggle his little bum at one of Mom's hunksters
and he would be frantic to find a way to get Patrick alone and fuck his
pretty bottom.  And there were boys at school too.  It started after one
gym class eight months earlier, even before he and Daddy "did it."  Patrick
dropped the soap in the shower one day and heard a loud gasp from the ten
or so boys who observed his "pinkness" as he bent over.  After that, all he
had to do with those ten was tell them when and where.

  But even the hot little seductress was in awe of the Lovebum Sissyboy
Spunk Party.  It was legendary and he was going to be a regular guest.  No
way he was failing that interview.  And he knew Daddy would pass too.  The
man was hunky and spunky.

  Man and boy arrived at the Lovebums' at 4 p.m. as requested.  It was
quite a large house -- more like a mansion.  With its own parking
lot. Perfect for large, spunk-filled gatherings.

  Adding to the "effect" was the butler, who greeted them at the door and
said, "Welcome, Mr. Dickson, Master Patrick.  My name is Jizzman.
Mr. Lovebum is expecting you.  My instructions are to ensure you are
properly dressed for the interview.  Please follow me."

  A butler.  Pretty stuffy, Patrick thought.

  At least he didn't say, "Walk this way," Daddy thought.

  They followed Jizzman to a large room with couches.  "Please strip off
all your clothing, gentlemen.  Mr. Dickson, this fluffy, white robe and
slippers are for you.  Mr. Lovebum requests that Master Patrick wear this."

  Patrick looked at his "clothing."  It was a g-string-like outfit.  Two
four-inch-square patches of baby-blue silk, one on the front, one in the
rear, connected by a slim string.

  Even Patrick blushed at wearing that in front of a man he didn't know.
But it was a very sexy situation too.  Patrick knew he had a beautiful body
and he liked showing it.

  Daddy was nervous as he undressed.  More nervous than Patrick.  He didn't
want to disappoint the boy by failing the interview.  Dooming them both to
some B-list sissyboy spunk party.

  Patrick didn't think there was much chance of that.

  When father and son were "dressed," they stepped out of the room and
followed Jizzman to a large office where a tall, handsome, burly,
mid-forties man stepped out from his huge desk to greet them.

  "Welcome!" the barrel-chested man boomed.  "Welcome to my home!  I'm
Frank Lovebum.  I've been very eager to meet you both."  He shook Daddy's
hand and gave Patrick a chaste kiss on the cheek.

  He led them to a sitting area, directed Daddy to a single chair and
shared a couch with Patrick.  For one instant Daddy's eyes flashed with
territorial jealousy as Mr. Lovebum drank in Patrick's exposed beauty with
lustful eyes.

  But then Tran entered the room.

  Tran.

  Tran was a Vietnamese boy who appeared to be no older than eleven (though
he was fully 12).  Mr. Lovebum introduced him as "my nephew, Tran." And
asked Daddy, "Isn't he gorgeous?"

  Tran was that and more.  Dressed like Patrick with the twin-hankie
g-string, the boy's little poker was tenting the mini=garment quite nicely.
His black eyes centered a beautiful face and his nipples were brown and
huge.  He was as sissyish as any boy Daddy had ever seen.  And the man was
a bit embarrassed that he showed such arousal in front of his son.

  The sight of Tran excited Patrick too.  But he just had to ask
Mr. Lovebum, "Your nephew?"

  Mr. Lovebum laughed.  "Yes, my beautiful darling.  If it's true that all
men are brothers, as I believe, then all boys are our nephews, are they
not?"

  The logic was pretty solid, Patrick had to agree.

  Mr. Lovebum was a man of action, not talk, so he said, "Tran, why don't
you show Mr. Dickson your room?  His son Patrick and I have much to
discuss."

  Tran smiled at Mr. Lovebum and said, "Yes, Uncle."  Then he sissy-walked
over to Daddy, wiggling his beautiful bum, took Daddy's hand, and led him
out the door and up the stairs to the paradise that was his bed.  As Daddy
left the room, he looked at Patrick and waved a small goodbye, which
Patrick returned.

  Their relationship was changing.  Alleged exclusivity was over.  But
their love would continue to grow.

  Patrick turned his attention to Mr. Lovebum, who was asking him some
small talk questions about school and stuff.  Then the man said, "Do you
know what a sissyboy spunk party is, my young beauty?"

  Patrick nodded and said, "I think so, sir, though I've never been to
one."

  "That's a shame," Mr. Lovebum said.  "You would be the main attraction at
any party you attended."

  Patrick blushed at the praise.  He liked Mr. Lovebum.

  "A sissyboy spunk party, Patrick, is just what the name connotes.  It
involves sissyboys, the prettier and younger the better, though any
sissyboy deserves a man's kisses and spunk.  It involves spunking.  No
sissyboy who hasn't spunked yet should be allowed to attend.  We're not
cradle robbers after all.  The spunking, lots of it, is done by sissyboys,
on sissyboys and most deliciously, inside sissyboys.  In their warm, wet
mouths and in their impossibly tight bottomholes.  And it's very much a
party.  Everyone enjoys himself and no one is expected or required to do
anything he doesn't want to do.  Do you understand all that, Patrick?"

  Patrick thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, sir."

  "Would you like to attend a party like that, Patrick?  At my house?  With
your Daddy, on any Saturday night you wish?

  Patrick showed great enthusiasm in his answer, "Oh, yes, sir!  Very, very
much!!"

  Mr. Lovebum smiled.  "Very good, Darling.  Now before you can become a
member, I have to verify some things.  I have to make sure you can spunk.
That you like men.  And that you like pleasing men.  May I set about
determining all that?"

  Patrick shuddered with lust.  Mr. Lovebum noticed. "Oh yes, sir!  Please
sir!  I know I'll pass those tests."

  More smiles from Mr. Lovebum.  "Very well.  Let's get comfortable and
I'll taste you."

  Taste?

  Mr. Lovebum took Patrick's hand and led him through a door to an
adjoining room with a large bed.  Patrick wondered how many "nephews"
Mr. Lovebum had "interviewed" on that bed.  He was eager to join their
sperm-drenched roster.

  The man shucked off his robe and displayed his manly body in all its
hairy, big-cocked glory.

  Mr. Lovebum was many a sissyboy's fondest dream!  Certainly Patrick's.
Besides his Daddy, of course.

  The man was a true "bear."  So different from Patrick, one would be
hard-pressed to believe they were from the same gender.  Or species.

  Mr. Lovebum sat on a two-seater sofa and asked the underdressed Patrick
to sit on his lap.  Patrick complied and, blushing, sneaked peeks at the
man's massive, rock-hard, dripping cock.

  It was bigger than Daddy's!!

  How would he ever take that monster up his tiny bottomhole????

  Patrick resolved, if he had to, to die trying.

  That cock was too good to miss.

  The boy still ached to cum, but was convinced that it wouldn't be long
before he would.  The man seemed smitten with Patrick.

  With good reason.  Patrick was a stunner.  A headful of red curls that
accented his piercing, green eyes.  A look of erotic innocence that would
arouse a eunuch.  Smooth, creamy skin that burned with need for men.

  Mr. Lovebum wanted Patrick.  All of him.

  "May I taste your lips and mouth, Sweetie?" Mr. Lovebum asked.

  Patrick looked down shyly and nodded.  A sure cock-stiffener for almost
any man.

  Mr. Lovebum kissed Patrick's lips. Far more gently than the boy expected.
Patrick gasped as he felt the man brush his wire-stubble face against
Patrick's tender cheek.

  Mr. Lovebum was magnificently manly!

  Tongues were involved next.  Deep, wet tongues, which exacerbated
Patrick's achy "condition" so badly that he begged Mr. Lovebum, "Please,
sir.  I haven't spurted all day and my little peanuts hurt."

  Mr. Lovebum looked a little disappointed.  "I wanted to taste your neck
and nipples and belly button first, but we can do that later.  I would
never make someone as pretty and sweet as you suffer.  Stand up and let me
taste your pretty peeny.  That's it.  Lift your loincloth.  Oh, my sweet
baby.  That's a lovely little stiffie."

  Patrick stood, then whimpered with need as Mr. Lovebum consumed the boy's
penis with his skilled, wet mouth.

  What a jewel the boy's twitching pole was!  Stiff and hot.  Tiny, but
with some nice growth potential.  Patrick's prick and balls were no match
for Mr. Lovebum's "stimulus package," but they formed a true man magnet,
drawing an "iron" man like Mr. Lovebum.

  Patrick was so worked up, so needy and so overwhelmed by Mr. Lovebum's
manliness that he almost spurted seconds after the man started sucking his
pricklet.  Mr. Lovebum noticed, so he stopped sucking.  Building the
excitement a bit by resuming his initial agends.  Kissing and licking
Patrick's tummy below the belly button.  Then tonguing the boy's "innie."
Which made the boy giggle.

  He wasn't giggling when Mr. Lovebum sucked his nipples.  His eyes got
wide and he groaned with erotic ecstasy.  Patrick had to admit that
Mr. Lovebum was at least as good a nipple-licker as his Daddy.  And he DID
have a bigger cock.  Which is always the tiebreaker now, isn't it?

  Patrick was "close" again, which Mr. Lovebum noticed yet again.  He was a
world-class sissyboyfucker, after all.  So the man stopped tormenting the
boy's titties and resumed his mouth caresses on the boy's penis, While
rubbing his middle finger against the entrance of Patrick's asshole.

  And that was that.

  Sweet, tasty, boyspunk.  Blasting out of Patrick's pink bag, through his
penis, out of his peelips and down Mr. Lovebum's throat.

  Making Patrick squeal and spasm throughout his sweet agony.

  Mr. Lovebum, who was a committed swallower, consumed Patrick's entire
creamy load.  Then licked his lips to ensure he got every drop of the
precious treat.

  When all was "spent," Mr. Lovebum slid his mouth off the boy's penis,
looked him in the eye and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Sweetie.  After
I taste your bottom thoroughly.  Would like that?"

  In answer, Patrick turned around, lifted the back of his loincloth and
stuck his pretty bottom into Mr. Lovebum's face.

  Daddy was doing just as well upstairs with Tran.

  After a bit of small talk wherein he learned how Tran came to be one of
Mr. Lovebum's live-in nephews.

  "You're a nice man, Mr. Dickson," Tran said.  "So I'll tell you my story.
But it'll be a short one, because you're very hunky and handsome and I need
some spunking.  My Mom worked for Mr. Lovebum in one of his factories.  He
pays a fair wage and good benefits and two or three times each year he has
a `Bring-your-pretty-sissyish-barely-post-pubescent-son-to-work Day.'  He
and I met that day about six months ago.  Now my Mom has a big, new,
paid-for house and is now the factory manager, and I live here with Uncle
Brandon.  And three other pretty boys.  It's great!  He's great. I'm very
lucky.  Would you like to make love to me now?"

  Daddy figured that he was the one who was lucky.  Though he had to admit
to being a bit apprehensive.  Tran would be the first boy, besides Patrick,
whom Daddy had fucked.  Or even kissed.

  And Daddy never even planned to fuck Patrick.  He wouldn't have if 1) the
boy hadn't been so darned beautiful and, well, fuckable and 2) Patrick
hadn't made a habit of sleeping on his stomach -- nude -- with the
bedcovers off -- and that stupendous ass sticking up like that -- teasing
Daddy -- making Daddy an offer no man could refuse.

  It just happened, as contemporary moralists tend to say.  One night, when
Patrick was fast asleep and his beautiful, bare ass beckoned Daddy, the man
rubbed Patrick's creamy globes with his rough hands.  Which made Patrick
awaken and purr -- actually purr.  When the boy lazily turned over, lying
on his back in all his nude, stiff-cocked glory, and smiled at Daddy, that
was it.  Game over.  Start the busses.

  Things just happened.  They were kissing and groping.  Then "tasting"
each other all over.  Then sucking and spurting.  Daddy didn't fuck Patrick
that night, or the next day.  But the following night, Daddy "ate him out,"
then climbed on top of his son and fucked him hard and hot.  Making the boy
faint with pleasure.

  It was all pleasure, all the time after that.  But it was time to reach
out a bit.  Like with the spunk party thing.  And being in bed with Tran.

  Gulp.

  Daddy had shucked off his robe and was lying naked next to Tran, who was
still wearing his tiny loincloth.  Daddy lifted the little hankie to reveal
a nice, dripping four-inch stiffie.  Bigger than Patrick's.  But thinner
too.

  It was beautiful.  Tran was beautiful.  Daddy wondered idly whether he
would get to meet Mr. Lovebum's three other nephews-in-residence, but then
focused on the very pleasant task at hand,

  His hand was on Tran's cock.  Stroking it.  Watching Tran enjoy it.  Then
he leaned over and began to kiss the angel's mouth as he stroked him.

  Mmmmm.

  Tran was an excellent kisser.  And a pretty good cockstroker too.

  They kissed tonguily and stroked teasingly for quite some time until Tran
proposed, "Would you like to kiss my penis as I kiss yours?"

  A sweet 69 party?  Oh, yes.

  Tran reversed himself, unhooked and discarded his tiny "garment" and
began applying soft, butterfly kisses to Daddy's skinned cockhead as he fed
the man his boycock.

  Daddy groaned.  The boy knew his cocksucking.

  Then he began to apply his own manly skills to pleasuring Tran's lovely
poker.  He kissed and licked it, making the boy grunt and squeal as Tran
whipped up Daddy's own ardor.  Daddy's middle finger found Tran's anus and
entered it as he sucked the boy.

  Where was that prostate?  There it was.  Hard little walnut.  A nice
rubbing.  Mmmmmm.

  Tran stopped sucking Daddy's cock, squealed girlishly, and filled Daddy's
mouth with a lovely serving of Grade A boy's cream.

  Tran's eyes were moist with love for his new manfriend when Daddy drew
him off his cock, turned him around so they were face to face, and began to
kiss him.  Rubbing his man's cock against the boy's limp, drippy doodle.

  Tran was disappointed that Daddy didn't cum in his mouth, but he figured
that particular boner had a deeper destination.

  He was right.

  Between kisses, Tran said, "The lube's in the drawer."

  Daddy smiled.  They were thinking alike.  Daddy grabbed the lube, applied
it to three of the fingers on his right hand, then resumed his finger
"assault" on Tran's anus.  Rubbing the boy's prostate with three lubed
fingers as they kissed hungrily.

  Tran was frantic with passion as he surrendered his asshole to the man's
digital lust.  It was delicious, but only an appetizer.  He wanted Daddy's
cock rubbing his prostate.

  Daddy obliged.  He stopped kissing Tran, lubed up his cock thoroughly,
then climbed on top of Tran.  Face to face.  The boy on his back, knees
high.  His perfect bottomhole exposed to Daddy's snorting lust.

  Daddy "lined things up," then plunged his cock into the boy's ass.  Eight
hard inches.  Though Daddy's cock wasn't as thick as Mr. Lovebum's, it felt
darned good to Tran.

  The man was dominating him.  On top of him.  And Tran was the helpless,
powerless little sissyboy.  A victim of the man's arrogant lust.  The
prescription for a really good time!

  Daddy gave Tran an even better time than he expected.

  Daddy was an excellent boyfucker.  The equal of Mr. Lovebum, some would
rightly say.  Though, as they say, it's all in the bottomhole of the
receiver.

  Daddy's cock was at the perfect angle to afflict Tran's prostate.  Which
he did for 35 long, deep, agonizingly ecstatic thrusts.  Until Tran began
to spurt out every molecule of the contents of his pretty testicles.

  Which, of course, was the trigger for Daddy to pump a quart of man's
cream into Tran's ultra-tight bottom.

  The interview was going well.

  As was the other interview downstairs.

  Mr. Lovebum had "tasted" Patrick's bottom so well and so lovingly that
Patrick was convinced that the flood of cum he had expended to demonstrate
his appreciation was drawn from at least his next month's sperm production.
He felt drained.

  But when the man threw Patrick onto his back, lifted his calves to the
man's shoulders, then fucked Patrick mercilessly, with the thickest cock
Patrick had ever entertained, for 43 excruciating minutes, Patrick saw that
he was wrong.

  Patrick produced more boy's cream.  It was watery and drooly.  But it
arrived following a million-megaton orgasm that ejected Patrick from his
body and allowed him to see Mr. Lovebum fucking him as Patrick watched from
the ceiling.

  A slight exaggeration.  But close.

  When Mr. Lovebum spurted, Patrick wept with erotic joy.

  The boy's asshole didn't close up for an hour.  Drooling Mr. Lovebum's
thick, hot soup of sperm and semen.

  When Mr. Lovebum's chest stopped heaving, he said, "I hope you and your
Daddy will become regulars at our Saturday night spunk parties, my lovely
Patrick.  It would be my honor if you would save some time for you and me
to `confer' at each party."

  The halfway-in-love boy pelted Mr. Lovebum with kisses and agreed
eagerly.

  It was an energetic, magnificent and sleep-deprived night for the
upstairs couple and the downstairs couple.

  And then it was Saturday morning.  Sissyboy spunk party loomed in only
ten hours.

  Barely enough time to restore the sperm reserves one needs for such a
gala.

  So the four, by all rights, should have spent a celibate day.  Daddy and
Patrick did just that -- at their home -- mostly sleeping.  Mr. Lovebum and
Tran fucked all morning.  Then Mr. Lovebum entertained Nick, one of his
other nephews, all afternoon.

  A rare and wonderful man was Mr. Lovebum.


  Two -- Patrick's first spunk party

  Daddy awoke an exhausted-but-happy Patrick at 4:30 that Saturday
afternoon.  "The party's in 90 minutes, little sleepyhead.  We have to
shower, get dressed and go."

  Patrick roused himself at the prospect of that ached-for party.  And at
the prospect of a shower with Daddy.

  Daddy always fucked Patrick "good and proper" in the shower.  And Patrick
needed to empty his balls.

  After all, he hadn't cum in nearly ten hours!!

  But Daddy was a mean beast!!

  "No sex until the party, Patrick.  We want to make a good, extra-spunky
first impression tonight.  I love you very much.  And I promise we'll spend
all day and all night Sunday in bed together, fucking and sucking and
whatever you want.  But we have to walk into that party ready to throw our
thick, creamy sperm around.  OK?"

  Patrick could have pouted, but he didn't.  Daddy was right.  The party
was a big deal for both of them.  It was right to wait.

  So Patrick resisted the urge to soap up Daddy's balls when they showered,
then make him spunk, just by cuddling his slick testicles as they kissed.
He resisted the urge to soap up his bottomhole, then lean forward and offer
its full delights to his Daddy's cock.

  Daddy had bought Patrick a "party outfit" that practically made both of
them cream, just from looking at it.  It was a little emerald-green pouch
that covered his "pretty package," while engineered to leave his
bottomcheeks and bottomhole happily available.  Up top, Patrick had a
brief, emerald-green, puffy-sleeved, bolero jacket that revealed Patrick's
erect nipples and perky belly button.  Daddy dried Patrick's curly, red
hair, fluffing it so that he was even more scrumptiously beautiful than
usual.

  Daddy wore ultra-brief, red, thong underpants that displayed the man's
"best feature" quite nicely.

  They put on some drab outer clothing and drove to the Lovebums' for the
party.

  There were already two cars in the lot when they arrived.

  Both new party members took a deep breath when Daddy rang the doorbell.

  Jizzman answered, greeted them more warmly than he had the previous day,
then led them to the same room where they had changed the day before.

  This time it was occupied.  By two men and two gorgeous sissyboys.

  Rickey Fellato and Bobby Pipeuse were the two little dazzlers.  The men
were their daddies.  Apparently, since we saw them last in "Dating Pretty
Boys," the boys' mothers had expanded the "Thursday Accords" (wherein the
boys and their daddies could explore full incestuous carnality as the
mothers got their own no-questions-asked nights out) to include Saturdays.

  Rickey and Bobby smiled broadly when they saw the lovely Patrick.  And
even more broadly at Patrick's Daddy.

  Looking at Rickey, Bobby and their hunky daddies, it started to sink in
with Patrick that he was involved in something spectacular.  Something
worth skipping that late-afternoon orgasm he had just skipped.

  Then another magnificent couple entered the changing room.  Scott
Spunkwell and his stepson Joey (from "Stepson Seduction).  Joey permeated
any room he entered with the mental odor of sex.  Mr. Spunkwell's wife had
deserted him, leaving the boy with his stepfather.  The two had become VERY
close.  One look at (and one mental whiff of) Joey made the reason clear.
Joey was not only sissy-gorgeous.  He had a robust, six-inch cock!

  Sammy Skinbach (from "Cockteaser's Comeuppance") and his Daddy came into
the room next.  Sammy was a cockteaser-turned-cockpleaser, when he found
out what happens to pretty boys who tease men's cocks.  He and his Daddy
had become close too.  And Saturday had become their "guy's night out."  Or
so they had told Mrs. Skinbach.

  Being new, Patrick and his Daddy were the center of attention.  Everyone
loved Patrick's little "sex outfit."  And the boys were undressing Daddy
with their eyes as quickly as he could strip to his manpouch.

  There may have been a bit of a gangbang had not Mr. Lovebum arrived to
welcome everyone and to introduce the Dicksons to the group.

  Patrick was a showstopper, but so was the new "nephew" on Mr. Lovebum's
arm.

  "Gentlemen," Mr. Lovebum said, "This is Hansel.  He's just joined us from
his home in Munich. Staying with his `Uncle Brandon' for a year or so, and
he's asked if he can join the party tonight.  I didn't think there would be
objections."

  There were none.  Hansel was an Aryan angel, with longish, rich, blond
hair, cystal-blue eyes and full, puffy lips. His body was slim, except for
his bottom, which was plump and round.  But the best part, the best part,
was his cock.

  Hansel was wearing a shorty, white, silk robe, without sash so his chest,
belly button and privates were fully exposed.  And what a sight they were!
The boy was barely twelve years pld and five-feet tall.  But he had the
cock of a man.  At least seven inches when skinned and standing tall.
Which it was at that moment.

  Everyone in the room stared at it.  Drooling.  Wanting it.

  Hansel seemed embarrassed by the attention and so innocent and sissyish
that it was clear to the party boys and men that Hansel wasn't planning on
sticking that monster into any boy's bums in the near future.

  Too bad, Patrick mused.  He would enjoy having his bottom filled by that
little doll.

  Too bad too, Patrick thought.  He was no longer the center of attention
with Hansel around.  No boy could outshine that little pussyboy.

  Mr. Lovebum decided to break up the droolfest and get the party going.
"No worries, you'll all get to fuck Patrick and Hansel, if you ask nicely.
That's what we do here.  Later, my other nephews, Tran, Nick and Dickie
will join us, since you men need a rest now and then while your boys are
still randy.  It's six men and six boys now.  We'll change that to six and
nine in a couple of hours so there'll always be boys getting to know each
other.  And that'll satisfy some of you horndogs out there who like the
occasional three-way."

  Everyone chuckled at that.  Patrick hoped he would have some quality time
with Hansel.  Maybe he could even convince the German lovedoll to fuck him.

  Patrick needn't have been concerned about whether he would be fucked
enough that night.

  Scott Spunkwell made his move on Patrick.  "Welcome to our little party,
Patrick.  You're the prettiest boy we've ever had in this group."

  Flattery will get you everywhere with a sissyboy.  Patrick blushed.  He
was afraid that everyone would think he was an ugly duckling compared to
Hansel.

  "May I escort you to the party room, Patrick?  Oh, and that's a lovely
outfit you're wearing.  It brings out your dazzling eyes and gorgeous red
hair."

  Patrick blushed again and took Mr. Spunkwell's arm.  The man's stepson
Joey was chatting up Patrick's Daddy.  Though Daddy looked as if what he
really wanted some of Hansel's pretty bottom.

  Concentrating on his own pleasure for the moment, Patrick gripped
Mr. Spunkwell's arm tightly and walked with him to a very large room filled
with couches, lounges, pillows and large, comfy chairs.  With large lube
dispensers scattered about the room for ease of use.

  A whole lot of fucking went on in that room.

  Patrick would be the eager "victim" of a whole lot more.

  He trembled a bit at the notion of being a "serial fucker" and almost
didn't hear Mr. Spunkwell say, "Hard or soft?"

  Huh?

  Patrick didn't understand, as his puzzled look told his
man-of-the-moment.

  Mr. Spunkwell smiled and repeated.  "Hard or soft is a question each man
at this party asks his sissyboy before he fucks him.  Do you want me to
fuck you hard, hot and fast -- like a slutty little fucktoy?  Do you want
me to make love to you, softly and slowly -- building up to mutual, killer
orgasms?  Or do you want to just sit and talk until another man is
available?"

  Patrick's Daddy never asked him that question because he always made love
to him -- never just FUCKED him.  Patrick liked that about Daddy.  Adored
it, actually.  But he hadn't cum in ten-and-a-half hours.  And the spunk
party was the place to try new things, right?

  Shyly, from beneath his inch-long eyelashes, Patrick said, "Hard,
please."

  Mr. Spunkwell smiled.  He was hoping for that.  "Soft" fucks were
definitely better.  But his balls ached for relief.  And this red-headed
cupid was hungry for immediate cockification.

  One last question.  "Are you lubed?"

  Patrick nodded affirmatively.  Lubing thoroughly so as to arrive at the
spunk party in a fully fuckable condition was on the instruction sheet
Mr. Lovebum had given Daddy.  And Daddy had taken no chances with the
rules.

  It took Mr. Spunkwell about 30 seconds to morph from civilized man to
fuck-crazy monster.  He stood behind Patrick, pulled his own thong
underwear down just low enough to expose his considerable cock and, without
even removing Patrick's jacket or thong, plunged his cock into the boy with
one long, animal thrust.

  Patrick screamed.  A joyous sound that would be heard throughout that
special night.

  With total disregard for Patrick's carnal pleasure, Mr. Spunkwell FUCKED
the boy's suffering bottom.  Making Patrick feel so used and degraded.

  It was wonderful!!!

  After seven glorious minutes of subjugation to a man's uncontrolled,
animal lust, without anyone touching his cock, responding only to the
beastly rubbing of the man's rude cock on Patrick's abused prostate,
Patrick cried out and spunked.  Emptying his balls into his brand-new,
silky, emerald-green penis pouch.  So much that it oozed out the sides and
drizzled onto the floor.

  They never even sat or lay down!  A standing, rutting, degrading
fornication.

  Punctuated by Mr. Spunkwell's hearty contribution to Patrick's anal
lubrication accumulation.

  When the man was through using the boy, he pulled out, slapped the boy's
bottom and said, "See ya around, kid.  Next time we'll do soft.  I do soft
even better than I do hard."

  A dazed Patrick sat alone on a couch and thought, "If he does slow better
than that, it must be unbelievable."

  Patrick had barely caught his breath when he saw a familiar face.
Mr. Lovebum said, "You started off with a `hard,' I see.  May I recommend a
`soft.'  With me?"

  Patrick was already half in love with Mr. Lovebum.  And a "soft" sounded
great after being hit by the Spunkwell 18-wheeler.  So he eagerly agreed.

  Mr. Lovebum, as promised, took his time with Patrick.  Heating him up
through a ton of titillating foreplay, then, when neither the boy nor man
could hold back one more moment, fucking the boy into a cummy tsunami.
Ninety full minutes worth.

  Mmmmmm.

  Maybe he would just stay with Mr. Lovebum all night.  Marry him.  Never
get out of bed with him.

  But no.  The man kissed him sweetly and said, "House rules, Darling.
When a man spurts, he moves on.  You have three more new men to `meet,' my
dear.  Plus your Daddy.  Don't neglect him."

  Patrick wasn't planning on it.  Where was Daddy?  Oh.  That German boy,
what was his name?  Hansel.  They were kissing goodbye after what looked
like a vigorous "soft."  Patrick was going to have to see if Daddy could do
"hard.'  Just for variety.

  Mr. Lovebum beckoned to Hansel, who was walked toward him and Patrick.
Then the man introduced them and said, "My other three nephews are here
now, boys, so it's OK if you two would like to get to know each other.  I
think you'll both enjoy that."

  Patrick blushed.  Hansel blushed.  They were both still a bit shy.  And
Patrick had never "been with" another sissyboy before. Only men and
so-called "alpha boys" at school.

  Hansel was so darned beautiful!  That long blond hair and that seven-inch
lovestick!

  Mr. Lovebum left them with one suggestion.  "Hansel, darling.  I know
you've never put that pretty penis of yours into another boy's bottom.  But
I can tell you from experience that you'll never find a better bottom to
fuck than young Patrick's here."

  Patrick turned beet red.  And so did Hansel.  Mr. Lovebum wanted Hansel
to FUCK Patrick?

  It was usually a good idea, Patrick had learned, to follow Mr. Lovebum's
suggestions.

  Patrick took a closer look at Hansel.  A great deal of cum was oozing
from the boy's bottomhole.  Patrick's Daddy's cum.  The boy even had a nice
big blob of cum on his pretty face.  And in his hair.  And it was only
around 8 p.m.

  What a spunky night.

  For the first time Patrick heard Hansel speak.  "Uncle Brandon is a great
man.  I love him, don't you?"  Said with a sexy, German accent.  "This is
quite a rambunctious party, don't you think?"

  Wow, Patrick thought.  Great vocabulary.  Even English-speaking Patrick
didn't say "rambunctious" very often.

  Patrick nodded and said, "You're very beautiful."

  Hansel nodded.  No false modesty.  The he said, "As are you, Patrick.
You and I are the two prettiest boys at this sissyboy spunk party."  No
ranking of who was first or second.  Flat statement of facts.  Very German.

  Patrick took a slight initiative by saying, "May I kiss you?"

  In reply, Hansel leaned forward and embraced Patrick.  Trading tongues
and saliva as they found a backless couch.  Kissing.  Clothing AWOL and not
returning to base.  Naked and delicious.

  The boys kissed and fondled desperately.  Since they had both spurted
recently, it took them about ten minutes to achieve full erections.  Hansel
sucked Patrick's pricklet as the boy lay on his back.  Fingering Patrick's
creamy asshole as he sucked.  Making the redhead gasp and pant, then squeal
and cum.

  Patrick wanted to return the delightful favor, but Hansel had other
plans.  He got Patrick up on all fours, then knelt behind him.  Carefully,
slowly, his seven-incher slid into the boy he could easily love.  Hansel
took the time to savor every moment of the experience -- his first fuck as
a top.  When he was all in, he proceeded to more active measures.  Fucking
Patrick quite nicely -- as well as any man had.

  Things were blissfully delightful for both boys until Hansel sensed a
great disturbance in the force.

  Daddy Pipeuse, Bobby's father, had come upon this remarkably thrilling
scene and hoped to become a full participant.  Watching Hansel's anus
expand and contract as he thrusted in and out of Patrick's tight bottom
made the man's cock iron hard.  He knelt behind Hansel and asked, "May I?"

  Hansel thought for a moment, then grunted out his consent.

  Hansel stopped fucking Patrick momentarily and braced for the entrance of
the man's cock.  The German angel squealed softly as he felt, for the first
of what would be many times, the sublime, almost-overpowering pleasure of
being both fucker and fucked.

  Three sissyboy spunk partygoers.  Linked together by raging lust.  And by
two excellent cocks.  Then there were four.  Patrick looked down and saw
Tran kneeling at the end of the sofa.  The boy had leaned over and taken
Patrick's restiffened cock into his wet mouth.  That same mouth, on the
same slutty little tramp who spent the previous night seducing Patrick's
Daddy.

  What to do?

  Should Patrick scratch the little Daddy-seducer's slutty eyes out?  Or
should he enjoy being fucked by Hansel as Tran sucked his cock.

  Patrick chose wisely.

  The four partygoers found a nice fucking/sucking rhythm.  The sweet
sounds of sexual frenzy filled the air.  Grunts.  Squeaks.  Squeals.
Pants.  Gasps.  Whimpers.

  Cries of "Fuck me!" and "Harder" and just plain, "Unhhhhhh!!"

  A bit of a crowd had gathered to watch the finale.  Which was more worthy
of fireworks than the last movement of the 1812 Overture.

  Spunk was everywhere!

  Hansel shook so badly when he climaxed that Mr. Lovebum was worried that
a doctor would have to be summoned.  Which would have added a man to the
evening's roster and messed up his staffing concepts.

  But Hansel was fine.

  Just overcome by having reached the very frontiers of sexual pleasure.

  Hansel and Patrick took a break after that.  Drifting into the
refreshment room, where Jizzman kept a fresh supply of culinary delights
and plenty of refreshing fluids.

  There was also a shower room for those who cared to "repaint" their
bodies' "odor canvases" after one or more rounds of "hide the salami."

  Neither boy cared to shower.  But they did eat.  Taking time to kiss and
fondle a bit too.

  At around 9:45, the boys returned to the "Coliseum."  Things were quite
active in there, but Mr. Fellato, Rickey's father, broke away from the
melee to ask Patrick for a fuck.

  Patrick agreed eagerly, opting for a "soft" that time.  A really nice
one.  As was the one he got from Mr. Pipeuse, Bobby's dad at around 11:15.

  Patrick fell asleep in Mr. Pipeuse's arms after their fuck, sleeping
until around 3, when Mr. Skinbach, former cockteaser Sammy's Daddy, asked
if he could introduce himself to Patrick properly.

  Patrick and his sixth lover fucked, then slept the sleep of the innocent
until 6:30, when a rampant Daddy awakened Patrick with kisses and asked if
they could shower.

  Patrick always obeyed his Daddy.  That time, Daddy also obeyed Patrick
when the boy asked Daddy for a "hard" in the shower.

  Patrick got his first "hard" from Daddy and it was beyond fantastic!!
Daddy had had some sleep, so his cock was in full "morning wood" and his
spunk bag well-charged when, as warm water cascaded onto the man and the
boy, the man shoved the boy flat, face-first against the glass of the
shower door and rudely ravaged the boy's tender bottom with his huge cock.

  Daddy ripped Patrick's cheeks apart and practically assaulted his son's
sore, oft-fucked bottom with hard, almost vindictive thrusts.  Calling
Patrick "You little slut, waving this bottom in front of every man with a
cock!"  And worse!

  It took Patrick's breath away.  Better than the "Death Ride 3000" roller
coaster that made Patrick practically vomit with fear every time he rode
it.  The boy loved it rough!

  Who knew?

  But he certainly didn't like it rough all the time.  One in ten maybe.
Or seven.  Five.

  Still, it was good to know Daddy had range.

  Which Daddy proved all the more when, after he had rudely blown his guts
into Patrick's ravaged asshole, Daddy lovingly cleaned Patrick's bottom
with a warm, soapy washcloth.  Then he dried Patrick with a big fluffy
towel and gently and sweetly powdered him all over.

  He then took Patrick back to the "Fuck Zone," where many were just waking
up -- working off their morning wood.

  Daddy proceeded to sit behind a standing Patrick and do something that
Patrick loved, but no one had done for him all evening.  He ate Patrick
out.

  Deeply.  With full, tasting tongue.

  Perhaps those other men didn't want to "get dirty."  Or didn't want to
taste the "previous occupant's" sperm.  But only his Daddy, the man he
loved most, was willing to do for Patrick the one act a sissyboy needs
most.  Analingus.

  That proved Daddy's love, all right.  So Patrick rewarded Daddy by
getting onto his back, lifting his knees and giving Daddy an
all-expenses-paid trip to paradise.  They kissed and fucked for nearly an
excellent hour.  Then joined the departing boys and men.  Eager to return
the following week.  But happy to be going home together too.

  Mr. Lovebum said goodbye to them at the door.  Daddy shook Mr. Lovebum's
hand.  Patrick got onto his knees and gave the man a nice, all-over
cocklick.

  Before he would have spurted, Mr. Lovebum drew Patrick to his feet and
kissed the boy's mouth.  "You and your Daddy are delightful, young Patrick.
I hope we'll be seeing you here next Saturday?"

  Daddy and Patrick assured Mr. Lovebum that they would return,

  "One last thing, Patrick," Mr. Lovebum said.  "On Tuesdays and Thursdays
I have an after-school gathering of pretty boys, just ten or so boys, and
me, of course. It's from 3 to 6 and if you want to attend, just let me know
and Jizzman will pick you up at your school, then take you home.  If you'd
like to attend, perhaps your mother would agree.  Hansel will be there.  He
seems quite smitten with you.  So will other boys, such as young Mike and
Dennis [from "Stepson Seduction"], who starred as `Chip and Skip' in the
Sissy Boy issue titled `Daddy's Double Date.'  I hope that interests you."

  Patrick shuddered at the thought.  He was a regular reader of Sissy Boy,
of course, and adored that particular issue.  He had probably produced a
gallon of spunk "reading" the "Daddy's Double Date" story.  Patrick was
reasonably sure that he could get Daddy to help him find a way to `spend'
his Tuesday and Thursday afternoons with his fellow sissyboys.

  Daddy loved Patrick.  And wanted to please him.

  Wouldn't you?


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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