Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2008 13:18:40 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Spunk Party Sissyboy Spunk Party -- Part Two By Beautiful Creamer One -- Sissy see, sissy do Twelve-year-old Ronnie Spunkworthy loved that time of day. A little after ten p.m. Sitting with his Daddy. Watching the local television news. Ronnie and his Daddy were both naked, of course. And Ronnie was stroking Daddy's limp cock. Limp because Ronnie had just sucked it slowly and deliciously and swallowed a big, creamy, Daddy load. He could still taste it! Yum! Things were a little behind schedule for Ronnie and Daddy that evening. Ronnie's darned teacher, Mr. Sternrule, had given Ronnie too much homework. Again. Ronnie was glad the next day was Friday. After school it would be two days and three nights without homework and Mr. Sternrule. Just Ronnie and Daddy. No Mom. She had left with some musician guy when Ronnie was five. All Ronnie's life, Daddy had stood up for Ronnie. Now Ronnie was making Daddy "stand up." [Giggle] Ronnie had been kissing Daddy and sucking his big man cock for as long as Ronnie could remember. For the past three months, Ronnie had been making his own cream. Boy's cream. Daddy ate it up. As much as Ronnie could produce. They were very much in love. A love that had evolved into vigorous, frequent and passionate anal intercourse. Ever since Ronnie had begun spunking. That evening, watching the news, Ronnie was pleased that Daddy's "big soldier" was getting ready for the "big battle" of the evening. A knock-down, drag-out fucking of the boy's pink, plump, glorious bottom. Ronnie was so happy that his Daddy loved him so much. And that he excited and pleased Daddy the way Daddies loved to be pleased. It had only been ten minutes since Daddy had pumped the contents of his fat balls down Ronnie's throat. But under Ronnie's soft, teasing strokes and sweet kisses, Daddy was starting to "stick up" for himself already. Ronnie sighed. That big, thick hunk of pork would be rubbing on his prostate in no time. Driving the boy wild with randy ecstasy. But then Ronnie heard something on the television. Daddy heard it too. They both listened. "Let's go to our roving reporter, Beau Creamer, who is live at a neighborhood sissyboy spunk party. How's it going there Beau?" "It's an amazing experience, Bert. Part of a fast-growing trend all over the civilized world. At a sissyboy spunk party, fathers, uncles, even TV anchors bring young, pretty boys to a neighborhood gathering. Everyone gets naked and...well, let's ask the host of this spunk party, Mr. Bigg. Oops. Maybe he's not ready to talk." [The camera showed a man-boy couple engaged in some particularly hot fucking. The man was on top of the boy, who was lying on his back, knees up. Taking the man's thick, stiff cock into his tiny bottomhole. Squealing with orgasmic ecstasy as he squirted spunk all over himself. The man's face was a grimace of sexual purposefulness, as he stroked his way to what was clearly an imminent whopper of a manly orgasm.] [The camera then panned the large room, taking in the beautiful sight of five or six man-boy couples hotly fucking and sucking. All of them showing no interest in the camera or reporter.] Just then a naked boy scooted by the camera and the reporter. Beau Creamer gently grabbed the boy by the arm and said, "Let's ask this young man. Oh my, a pretty one. What's your name there, young fella?" The luscious, 11-ish sissyboy doll looked at Beau, then the camera. He smiled through a big glob of cum that frosted his face and said, "Tommy. Are we on TV?" "Yes we are, young man. Would you like to tell the viewers what goes on at a sissyboy spunk party?" The boy giggled and said, "Fucking. And cocksucking. Lots of kissing. And the men like to lick out our bottomholes too. Lots of spunk flying around. Can I say hi to someone?" Without waiting for an answer, Tommy said, "Hi, Brad!" as he waved his tiny, stiff cock at the camera. Nonplussed, Reporter Creamer said, "Who's Brad?" "My boyfriend. He's a senior in high school and he drives a Mustang. We make love all night on Friday and Saturday morning. But on Thursdays, it's the spunk party with Daddy." Then, without prompting, Tommy turned around and showed his bare bottom to the camera. It had been freshly and serially fucked and was drooling a great deal of sperm and semen. Tommy said, "This is yours tomorrow night, Brad, but right now, I'm going to see if this reporter wants some." In the fastest wrap-up in the history of television, the reporter said, "ThisisBeauCreamerreportingfromasissyboyspunkpartybacktoyouBert." Ronnie had heard about sissyboy spunk parties, but he never imagined that they could be such fun. Daddy, perhaps selfishly, perhaps jealously, had been discouraging his and Ronnie's attendance at a party. There were dozens to choose from in their area and they would have been most welcome at all of them. Ronnie stopped stroking his Daddy's cock and kneeled astride his Daddy, straddling the man's hips; facing Daddy. He placed his Daddy's peelips at the entrance to his anus, paused noticeably, then said, "Can we go to one of those sissyboy spunk parties, Daddy. Please. I'm not getting any younger. And I never ask for much." Right on both counts, Daddy had to agree. He didn't like the implied threat -- possibly withholding fucking if Daddy didn't give the boy what he wanted. But he was proud of Ronnie too -- for using what he had to get what he needed. Daddy didn't like sharing Ronnie. But he didn't like disappointing him either. Plus, the thought of fucking some pretty little things besides Ronnie held a certain appeal. So Daddy agreed to taking Ronnie to a spunk party. Ronnie smiled and sat on his Daddy's' fat cock. And they kissed and fucked happily ever after. Two -- Ronnie and Daddy's first party. Daddy delivered on his promise the very next day. When Ronnie got home from school that Friday afternoon, instead of their usual, "I missed you" fuck, Daddy said, "We both need to save our spunk. We're going to a spunk party which starts in about 15 minutes and lasts until 9 a.m. on Saturday morning. OK?" It was more than OK. Ronnie was delighted. He hugged and kissed Daddy, but didn't make either of them spunk. Daddy asked Ronnie to put on a pair of pretty, black, satin panties that Ronnie's mother had left behind when she deserted them. Daddy had been saving the panties for a big occasion and this was it. Ronnie looked scorching hot in those lacy "itsy-bitsies" and he knew it. After admiring himself in the mirror, as sissyboys do, Ronnie put on a tshirt and shorts and father and son were in the car and off. To Mr. Sternrule's house! Of all spunk parties for Daddy to pick! Ronnie was a little pouty about that until Daddy rightly pointed out that, "If you let Mr. Sternrule stick his cock into you, you'll never have to worry about homework or grades from him again. Plus, he's a good-looking man and, I've heard he runs a great spunk party." Daddy seemed to know a lot about sissyboy spunk parties for someone who, until a few hours ago, was opposed to attending one. Still, Daddy was so wise about political stuff like who to be nice to and all that. And letting a man fuck your bottom certainly called for some reward. When they rang the bell, Mr. Sternrule answered. At least Ronnie thought it was Mr. Sternrule. This man looked like the mean teacher Ronnie knew and disliked, but he was smiling! Which Ronnie had never seen the "real" Mr. Sternrule do. This Sternrule clone was also wearing just a tiny little loincloth, whose front flap was severely tented by something Ronnie had never seen either -- the "mean" teacher's enormous cock. Maybe Mr. Sternrule just didn't like working instead of fucking. He seemed to be a different person when he was off duty. So different that he gave Ronnie the kind of "hot flash" he usually got when he saw Daddy right before they began making love. He wanted Mr. Sternrule's cock in his bottom. Soon. But he didn't want Daddy to be jealous. So he looked at Daddy for guidance. But only saw his back. Daddy was being led off by some tarty little tramp in panties even briefer than Ronnie's. Or were they just briefer because Daddy had his hand inside them from the rear? Well. Daddy seemed to be in the spirit of things. Maybe Ronnie should be too. "Right this way, Ronnie," the handsome, non-mean, big-cocked Mr. Sternrule said. "Let's get those clothes put away so we, I mean, you, can start having a good time. Although it could be `we' if you wanted it to be. I've dreamed about you since the first moment I met you." Oh dear. Mr. Sternrule had always wanted to fuck Ronnie? Ronnie wished these men would just speak up and "stick up" for themselves. Ronnie giggled at that as he stripped to his pretty panties. It looked as if Mr. Sternrule was sticking up for himself quite nicely. Could he be bigger than Daddy? Time to find out. The man was already molesting Ronnie with his eyes. Time to make it official. "I would love for you to show me how your party works, Mr. Sternrule. I'd be VERY grateful." The man's cock twitched at that. He took Ronnie's hand and led him to the family room, where two man-boy couples were already fucking. The man looked at Ronnie to see if that was upsetting him. It wasn't. It excited him. Good. He led Ronnie to an oversized lounger chair, sat, then took Ronnie onto his lap. The almost-naked boy felt wonderful in the man's arms. "I look at you in class, Ronnie," he said. "When I come home at night, I lie in bed and imagine what it would be like to make love to you. You're the prettiest boy in the school." Ronnie glowed with the praise. And slid his hand under the man's loincloth to feel his iron-hard cock. Mr. Sternrule gasped. He certainly appeared to be excited. Could some of the "line" that he had just been feeding Ronnie have been true? Maybe. But so what? They both had hard cocks. They were attracted to each other. They were both almost naked. It was time to do fun things. Ronnie moaned when Mr. Sternrule slid his left hand down the back of his black, sexy panties, grabbed his boy buns, and used them to lift the boy toward the man for a kiss. A deep, tonguey, hungry kiss. During which, Mr. Sternrule slid the back of the panties down and entered Ronnie's bottom with a rude, knarly, yet well-lubed finger. As they kissed, the skilled lover's finger found the boy's prostate and rubbed it expertly. Making the boy half mad with building lust. Mr. Sternrule's right hand was busy too, tweaking Ronnie's tender left nipple with his fingers. The boy had already been in a dither -- first spunk party and all that -- and the man's delicious kisses and manipulations sent him to far galaxies. Where stars are as numerous as the sperm cells Ronnie hurled as he screamed and whimpered though a Force Ten spermstorm. Ronnie would have to rethink his attitude toward school. But not at that moment, because it appeared that Mr. Sternrule was about to fuck his student. Without even removing the boy's by-now-sopping panties. The eager teacher threw two large pillows onto his carpeted floor, placed Ronnie's stomach on the top one, pulled Ronnie's panties down just enough to expose his "buttered bum," then with lustful alacrity, stuck his very large cock into Ronnie's bottom! Yeow! It was bigger than Daddy's. And the first cock besides Daddy's that Ronnie had "entertained." And he was "taking it" in a room with two other, anonymous-to-Ronnie, squealing, barely pre-orgasmic boys and their unidentified mature lovers. Goodness, it was exciting. Even the fact that Mr. Sternrule hadn't even touched his cock or fully undressed him was exciting. Because it was different. And different is good. As is the feel of a rutting, snorting man fucking you so eagerly that he's threatening to short-circuit your prostate. One of the other boys in the room cried out in ecstasy. Moments later, the second one did too. Oh dear. Ronnie was getting close too. What a little tramp Mr. Sternrule must think he is. What all the men must think. Overthinking about what others are thinking is a bad idea during sex. Ronnie shut down all but the pleasure centers of the brain and enjoyed the slutty depravity of it all. Mr. Sternrule seemed focused only on producing his own spunk. Grunting. Pushing. Holding Ronnie by the hips as he plowed in and out of the tightest, hottest place on earth. Then Ronnie felt the early warning pinch. Nice. Followed by a number of really nice little rumbles and a more insistent pinch. The boy surrendered to Phase Three, which threatened to blow his toes off -- then just about did. Those black panties were not designed for two huge loads of boy's cream. The sweet liquid oozed out the sides and down Ronnie's inner thighs as he heaved and shuddered joyfully. Then enjoyed the ecstasy of his love partner -- flooding his welcoming bowels with creamy lovejuice. Ronnie and Mr. Sternrule enjoyed a few, sweet post-coital moments, then the teacher explained that, "According to most accepted Sissyboy Spunk Party rules, after both lovers have spunked, the couple must break up and not recouple unless both have spunked with everyone else at the party that session. Regretfully, that means I can't fuck you again until next time we meet. May I `see you' in school during third period Monday? I'm free and you have study hall." The man had done his homework -- which must be rewarded. "That would be super, Mr. Sternrule." Then Ronnie gave the man a sweet kiss, stripped off his spunky panties, pressed them into Mr. Sternrule's hand and left him and the family room to see what else was going on at his first spunk party. Three -- The party continues There were two couples in the living room. Including [blush] Ronnie's Daddy and that little harlot who had grabbed Daddy when they came it. Ronnie had only seen the little "puto" from the rear, but could now see it was Jack Hoff, a boy in Ronnie's class with Mr. Sternrule. Had Mr. Sternrule been "recruiting" for his parties in his classes? Apparently. Ronnie recognized another boy from his class and then another tapped him on the shoulder. Ronnie spun around to see his good friend Kelly. Who was as naked as Ronnie and appeared to be drooling as much sperm from his bottom as Ronnie was. They giggled when they saw each other, then hugged. "I didn't expect to see you here, Ronnie," Kelly said. "I thought you were a girl lover." Ronnie giggled, then said, "Wash your mouth out, Kelly. I've been sucking my Daddy's cock since I was old enough to remember. Wanna see how good I can do it?" Kelly giggled too. Then things got serious. The naked boys hugged again. Rubbing cocks. Then kissing. None of which was planned, but it all just seemed right. The next thing they knew, the boys were in an anal 69, licking out each other's spunk-filled bottoms, then relocating their mouths to each other's aching, skinned penises. Two men were watching the show, then joined in. Each sliding his stiff cock into a boy's wet "joyhole" as the boys continued to suck each other's cocks. Since everyone had already cum recently, the four-way fuck-and-suck lasted a good, long time. And finished spectacularly -- with all the lovers exploding in one quadruple starburst. All four were on their backs. Chests heaving. Kissing post-coitally. Then it was time to move on. To the man who was fucking the other boy in the four way. The blond man, who never introduced himself and Ronnie thought of only as "Blondie," managed a nice "Woodrow" with only a minimum of Ronnie's encouragement. He took Ronnie to an upstairs bedroom, laid him on his back on a bed and fucked him quite deliciously for almost an hour. Ronnie spurted twice during the hot spunkathon. Which meant he was pretty worn out by the time he and Blondie kissed goodbye and Ronnie returned to the living room. Hoping for a fucking from Daddy. Daddy was available! They hugged and kissed, as reunited lovers did. But neither could produce "wood." They were both "fucked out." Until Daddy got an idea. "So," Daddy said loudly as he sat in a hard-backed chair. "You've been slutting around so much that you can't even produce a visible sign that you still love your Daddy. Is that right?" Ronnie was a little scared. Was Daddy serious? Was he really angry? What was he going to do? Ronnie was taking no chances. Submissively, he held his head in shame and said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so ashamed." Daddy replied even louder, "Well, you should be ashamed. Look at all that sperm all over you and oozing out from every opening in your body. And you can't even get hard for your Daddy. Or make him hard enough to fuck you! Across my lap, young man. If I can't give you a spunking, you're getting a spanking." A small crowd had gathered by this time to watch what promised to be an exciting show. But Ronnie was not amused. A spanking wasn't what he had signed up for. He wanted a spunking! The thought of a humiliating spanking!! In front of all those men and boys!! Being emasculated and mortified!! Dominated by a naked, snorting, masterful male!! Oh my. Ronnie's little soldier was getting ready to fight again. Though it had been dead and buried moments earlier, it was at half-readiness. And Ronnie could see similar growth in Daddy's left-for-dead penis. Maybe Ronnie wouldn't have to get... "I said, over my knees now, Sissyboy!!!" Ronnie's eyes filled with tears. Daddy was a cruel BEAST!!! Whose cock had reached three-quarters of its "personal best." Men and boy partygoers were also gasping and panting behind Ronnie as he considered reasoning with Daddy. But that wouldn't have helped the "boom market" in cock growth that had swept the party at just the right time. The crowd gasped collectively when Ronnie lay across his Daddy's lap and offered his plump, magnificent bottom for Ronnie's punishment and everyone else's pleasure. The first blow caught everyone by surprise. It was very severe and Ronnie screamed pitifully. Tears flooded Ronnie's eyes. The second blow was a bit softer, but Ronnie still yelled. As he did for the third through tenth. At which time, Ronnie arose and submitted to Daddy's kisses of remorse and gratitude because, it seemed, Ronnie's punishment had stiffened not only Ronnie and Daddy, but every cock at the party. The men were all plowing their partners of the moment as Ronnie sat his sore bottom onto Daddy's cock. The way they liked it best. For maximum love and kisses. Chasing away any hard feelings from "Daddy's little stunt" to liven a fading party. Which gave all the partygoers some excellent "hard feelings" all night long, as boy after boy submitted to his Daddy for a spanking, then spunking. More about another sissyboy spunk party in the next chapter. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5, 2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay-incest) August 1, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) November 5, 2008 "Twelve" (gay incest) November 13, 2008 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) November 19, 2008 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008