Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 15:20:08 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Stepson Seduction Stepson Seduction -- Part Five By Beautiful Creamer One -- Daddy confronts the new celebrities Carl Boinkman rushed home from the supermarket clutching the copy of "Sissy Boy" magazine that, much to his abject horror, had shown his two stepsons, Mike and Dennis, being fucked and sucked by an unknown, hunky man. It was a complete disaster! The end of life as Carl knew it. Which recently had been staggeringly blissful. To remind those of you who started this story in the middle, a few months back, Carl married Kristy, sweet, highly fuckable Kristy, and got a big bonus. Two gorgeous stepsons, Mike, 13 and Dennis, 12, who "asked for it" and "got it" from Carl every chance they had. Not the best recipe for long-term marital bliss, perhaps, but one's cock lives in the moment, doesn't it? And Carl's cock was having many excellent moments. Until, that day, standing in a supermarket checkout line, Carl spotted Mike and Dennis naked and cum-drenched, on the cover -- the cover!!! -- of "Sissy Boy" magazine!!!! Kristy would drop dead from shame when she found out. Carl knew it. Worse, she would blame Carl somehow, as wives do. And Carl would drop dead. Not from shame, but from multiple stab wounds inflicted by his enraged wife. In truth, Carl was innocent. Not of the act of fucking the boys. He was quite deliciously and repeatedly guilty of that. But he had nothing to do with the boys' appearance in "Sissy Boy." That happened before Carl had even fucked them. During that idyllic, previous summer at Camp Kismidadi. Camp Kismidadi. That sperm-soaked hotbed of illegality and immorality. Where innocent young boys (well, not really that innocent) were fucked by older men. Much to everyone's intense delight. The perpetrator of this debauchery was Biff Buggerall, publisher of "Sissy Boy" magazine -- despite its hefty, $40 cover price, the number-one-selling print publication on the planet. Carl had sampled the visual delights of its semen-soaked pages many times before he had started "getting it for realsies" with his stepsons. But that was irrelevant. No one's sons or stepsons should be in that magazine! It should all be computer-generated images or something. Or photographs of only orphans or something. What would he say to Kristy? Should he just tell her outright that he had seen Mike and Dennis on the magazine? Should he confess everything, including the times he had fucked Mike and Dennis's hot, tight bottoms, and throw himself on his new wife's mercy? No. He liked his testicles just where they were, thank you. How long would that depraved filth of a magazine be displayed? It was a weekly. One week only. Maybe it had already been out for a few days before Carl noticed it. Yeah, that's it. Carl allowed himself to feel exactly one scintilla better. But what would he say to the boys about their very public "debut?" Obviously, they had been duped. Fast-talked by that slick Buggerall character. Who violated their innocence. Which was probably why they jumped in bed with Carl that first night Kristy was out of town. And made Carl's life soar with joy. So Buggerall wasn't all bad. Carl was shaking when he arrived home. Kristy's car wasn't in the garage. She was working late again, Carl guessed. That meant that Mike and Dennis were probably upstairs, naked, in bed, sucking each others little cocks. Maybe even eating out each other's bottomholes. "Getting ready for Daddy" as they liked to tell him. Despite his fears and apprehension, Carl's cock stirred at that thought. Carl parked the car, grabbed the groceries, including the filthy magazine, and went into the house. To be greeted by naked hugs and kisses from the world's prettiest boys. Carl had a really bad feeling about the rest of his life, from that moment on. He needn't have worried about that. But things were a bit different afterwards. Carl tried to put on his "stern Daddy" face when he said, "Boys, I have something serious to discuss with you." Mike and Dennis were puzzled. What did Daddy mean? Carl produced the magazine, held it up and said, "This!!" Carl was quite surprised by the boys' reactions. No shame. No guilt. Lots of happy squealing and saying, "They printed it!" and "Let me see, Daddy!!" Carl was so stunned that he didn't resist when Mike grabbed it from his hand and the boys turned the pages. Giggling, ooing and aahing. "Look at that, Dennis," Mike said. "Don't we look great?" "Yeah, Mike," Dennis said. "Imagine all the men who are looking at our pictures and making man's cream -- right now!" [Giggles from both boys] Their reactions TRULY stunned Carl. As did Dennis when he said, "Thanks for buying this for us, Daddy. It looks great! Don't you think so, Daddy?" Daddy couldn't have said a word if someone had promised him eternal youth in exchange. Then Dennis said, "Mom called, Daddy. She won't be home for another hour and a half. Plenty of time to fuck us both, Daddy!" Against his better judgment, or perhaps using said judgment perfectly well, Carl did just that. Two -- Camp Kismidadi after the photo shoot Flashbacks can be difficult, so let's set this one up. We're back at Camp Kismidadi, before Carl and the boys' mom were married and Carl's cock had found a happy home in the boys' buttholes. The photo shoot for the magazine had been completed and Mike and Dennis were still living at Biff Buggerall's Camp Kismidadi, 12-bedroom mansion. With big-cocked Biff, equally-big-cocked Kevin (Biff's business manager) and eight of the world's loveliest, randiest boys. None of whom seemed to ever remember to wear clothing. Hans, the Austrian hunk who played "Daddy" in the "Daddy's Double Date" pictorial had left Camp Kismidadi after an excellent night of farewell, unphotographed sex with Mike and Dennis. Though hidden cameras recorded enough footage for an excellent and profitable future video. Mike and Dennis liked it at the mansion, but they were ready to return to the main part of Camp Kismidadi. With the other pretty boys. And the camp counselors who had been filling their bottoms so nicely all summer. They had seen two of the counselors staying at the mansion every night, since Mike and Dennis's absence would have left two counselors celibate (sorry to use a bad word). But Mike and Dennis had been spending their nights mostly in the arms of the resident boys. Or Biff. Or Kevin. So when Biff approached them the morning Hans left, they expected a farewell. Not yet. "Boys," Biff began, "while you were away from the main camp, the other boys have been undergoing "survival training." Now it's time for yours." The pretty boys looked puzzled, so Biff went on. "Camp Kismidadi is the perfect environment for a pretty sissyboy. Everyone here is beautiful and eager to fuck and suck you. In ten days, camp will be over and you'll be going back to the real world, a place I try not to visit too often. But in the real world, everyone is not beautiful and loving. Or even eager to fuck and suck you, though I consider that notion a mental disorder. You have to learn to survive, while getting your bottom stuffed with the cocks you want. Kissing all the boys and men you want. Sucking the cocks you want. Today, Kevin and I will give you some classroom instruction. Tomorrow we do field training. OK?" Neither boy was happy about the prospect of reentry to the real world. But if Mr. Biff wanted to teach them things, they would learn eagerly. The following day, having hopefully absorbed all the training tips, Mike set out with Biff and Dennis set out with Kevin. Both boys were dressed in pretty, lilac, ultra-short shorts; Mary-Jane-like lilac shoes; frilly, white, ankle-high socks and a simple, white, cotton, tank top. An outfit that practically screamed "sissyboy!" Biff took Mike to the swankiest hotel in the nearest city to Camp Kismidadi and left him in the lobby with one instruction: "If you're in trouble, signal with your ring transmitter and a Sissy Boy SWAT team will be there to rescue you in 60 seconds, OK?" Mike nodded. He was a little scared, but excited too. His first real-world seduction. Biff kissed Mike goodbye, then disappeared. Mike made his way to the swanky lobby, sat in a swanky chair, and began to work the scenario. Mile looked and acted anxious. Checking his cell frequently for messages. Looking around, as if expecting someone. For seven minutes and 32 seconds. At which time, his prey approached. It was a very handsome and swanky man. Older. Maybe late 50s. Wearing swanky clothes. With a nice bulge in his swanky pants. The man asked Mike, "Is everything all right, young man? You seem disturbed." Mike looked the man over, as if he were assessing whether he were a boy-loving pervert. Which Mike fondly hoped he was. The man was dishy, in a swanky way. Then he spoke. "My Daddy was supposed to meet me here. We were going to get a room. But I think he's playing cards again. He's really good at cards, but he loses all track of time." The man looked appropriately concerned. "I'm sure your Daddy loves you very much. But a man gets caught up in...um...business matters occasionally and forgets things. Say, I have a room here. Would you like to wait in my room until your Daddy calls? It's far more comfortable than the lobby. Plus a deliciously beautiful boy like you could very well be bothered by perverts in this lobby." The words, "Fish in a barrel" formed in Mike's mind. Playing his part, he said, "Gee, Mister. I don't know. Daddy said strangers...do you really think I'm deliciously beautiful?" The words, "Fish in a barrel" formed in the man's mind. "The very epitome of boyish perfection. I'll bet the other boys at school are always telling you how pretty you are, aren't they?" Mike blushed and smiled perfectly. Then he nodded shyly. Noticing that the man didn't say that the girls in school would be attracted to him. "My name is Edward Swankman. What's your name, my pretty new friend?" Mike blushed again and said, "Mike." Then, "Maybe it would be OK if I went to your room for a little while. You seem very nice. Can I have a soda and play video games?" "Shazam!" the man thought. Then he said, "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want. And when your Daddy calls, I'll take you right to him." Mr. Swankman took Mike's hand and the two walked congenially to the elevator, then to Mr. Swankman's room. Suite, actually. Big and (dare I say) swanky. Mr. Swankman led Mike in, made a proper show of hooking him up with the hotel's video games, then getting him a Coke from the mini bar. Hoping the boy's Daddy kept playing cards. Forever. After 15 minutes of watching the boy kill zombies on the room's 66-inch HDTV, Mr. Swankman sat next to him on the couch. Mike looked over and smiled at Mr. Swankman. And turned off the game. They both knew what they wanted, but a bit more "dancing" was in order. "Do the boys at school ever kiss those pretty lips, Mike?" More shy blushes. Mike was really good at producing those. "Sometimes," he admitted. "Do you like when they kiss you?" A small nod. "Have you ever kissed a man, Mike." Mike looked at Mr. Swankman with wide eyes and said, "Oh, no, Mister. Except for Daddy, of course." Then looked down, as if ashamed of having said too much. It was Academy Award time. The man was buying it all. Then Mr. Swankman said, "Your Daddy is a very lucky man, Mike. I know I'm not your Daddy, but may I kiss you?" Mike shifted in his seat to let Mr. Swankman see that his lilac short-shorts were tented at the thought of kissing the man. Then, in a little whisper, he said, "I guess that would be all right." Mr. Swankman smiled and thought that he would be fucking pretty Mike within two hours. He grossly overestimated. Mike surrendered to Mr. Swankman's soft kisses with gasps and pants. Before he really knew what was happening, he was naked from the waist up and the man was kissing his hard little nipples. Nicely. Very nicely. And a nice bulge had formed in the man's pants. Which the man soon lost. The pants. Not the bulge. There they were. Only 18 minutes after their first kiss. In the room's super-king-sized bed. Naked. Kissing. Stroking each other's cocks. Both were extremely pleased with their new friend's "assets." The man had a big, hard, lovely cock and he knew how to woo a sissyboy. Which became even more evident when he entered the boy's bottom with a fat, nicely lubed finger and did things to the boy's prostate that even Biff Buggerall hadn't yet divined. The man considered the boy a present from heaven. He fucked boys of course. Often. There were LOTS of boys in the real world eager for a fucking. They just had to be treated properly. Wooed. Loved, not just fucked. Then well-fucked. Mr. Swankman had a lot of "action" with boys and a lot of "repeat business." But this Mike was an angel beyond any boy he had ever "entertained." Mike. Mr. Swankman opined, was worthy of the cherished pages of "Sissy Boy" magazine! And he was in Mr. Swankman's bed. Naked. Practically spurting from the expert "Swankman maneuver" on his prostate. Time to remove the "practically." Mr. Swankman slid down to take Mike's perfect penis into his mouth as his prostate massage made Mike's eyes cross. The man was also an excellent cocksucker and the combination proved to be fatal to a few million of Mike's sperm. Which rushed from his boyish balls, through his blazing cock and into Mr. Swankman's warm, welcoming mouth. Oh that was sweet! And even sweeter when, before Mike could fully recover from his orgasm, Mr. Swankman rolled the boy onto his stomach, spread Mike's bottomcheeks apart with his thumbs and began to lick up all the boy's anal juices. Followed by some excellent tongue work deep within Mike's "special place." Mike really liked the real world so far. He liked it even better when the man mounted him from behind and replaced his tongue with his nice, wide-load cock! The man knew right away when he slid his XXL rammer into Mike's boypussy so easily that he wasn't Mike's first. Probably not even his single-digit-eth. No matter. The boy was a beautiful, enthusiastic, appreciative, hot-blooded piece of ass. Which checks all the boxes for most men. Over on the other side of town, Dennis was facing a different "field-trip" scenario. Kevin reminded Dennis of his instructions, including the distress signal on his ring, kissed the young beauty then left him on a park bench in front of a local police station. In that outfit that screamed, "Fuck-hungry sissyboy here!" Dennis put on his best innocent, anxious face and, as instructed, looked furtively around, while intermittently checking his cellphone for messages. Kevin had timed things so that the policemen were changing shifts. So lots of policemen parked their patrol cars and walked past Dennis. Every police cock was stiffened by the sight. Every policeman attached to those cocks thought about introducing himself to the pretty boy on the bench. One got their first. Officer Lance Pierce asked Dennis, as one sworn to serve and protect should, "Hello there young man. Is everything all right?" Like his brother, Dennis was a born actor. "My Daddy was supposed to meet me here, but I think he's with some woman again. He doesn't answer his cell. I'm getting hungry. And it'll be dark soon. He didn't even tell me what hotel we were going to stay in." For effect, Dennis produced eyes filled with real tears. Officer Pierce was moved. And not just his cock. He was angry at the boy's heartless father. Abandoning an angel like that. Leaving him at the mercy of lechers. Like his fellow officers. Well, Officer Pierce, for one, was going to do something about it. "I can help you, young man. Just give me ten minutes to change and sign out. Here's five dollars. Go to that diner across the street, order a Coke and wait for me. Don't speak to anyone, especially other policemen. I'll be right over." Dennis looked properly hesitant. Then he nodded his reluctant agreement. Officer Pierce reappeared to Dennis at the diner in eight minutes and 37 seconds. The boy was sitting on a stool, slurping down the last of his Coke. Looking appropriately worried. And more than appropriately sexy. Officer Pierce smiled at the boy and asked, "I'm Officer Pierce. What's your name?" "Dennis," the pretty boy whispered self-consciously. "That's a pretty name for a pretty boy," Officer Pierce said. Saying that left Dennis little doubt about the policeman's true feelings and intentions. Dennis was still going to make the man work for it a bit. He smiled shyly at the man -- with just enough ambiguity. "I'm sorry your Daddy left you on your own like that," Officer Pierce said. "A pretty boy like you could have all kinds of trouble out on his own like that around here. It's a good thing I found you first." Dennis was pretty sure that "trouble" was the policeman's plan for Dennis. He certainly hoped so. The man was hunky and gorgeous! Officer Pierce was uncertain about how to proceed, so he gave Dennis an option. "I could buy you a burger here or we could go to my place to eat and wait for your Daddy to call. It might be more comfortable there." Dennis bit his lip and appeared to consider his decision. Then he said, "I guess it would be OK if we went to your place. You being a policeman and all." Fifteen minutes later they entered Officer Pierce's bachelor apartment. It wasn't particularly impressive aesthetically -- even to Dennis. But the only room Dennis cared about was the bedroom. He and the man would be there soon enough. Officer Pierce watched Dennis very carefully. So far, they hadn't done anything that would earn the policeman extended room and board provided by the state. He was planning on changing that as soon as he could. The man said, "Let me fix you something to eat, Honey." Then he puttered around in the kitchen as Dennis watched. The man was obviously a terrible cook, but he was a very good-looking man. And unless that bulge in his jeans was six pairs of rolled-up socks, he had something very nice for Dennis in there. They went through the food charade for a few minutes, with Officer Pierce leading the conversation. "I love your outfit, Dennis. Did you pick it out?" Dennis appeared to think a minute, then said, "Daddy and I picked it out together. He always dresses me like that." That earned a "Hmmmm" from Officer Pierce. "I love it. You and your Daddy have great taste. Do the boys at school like the way you dress?" Dennis blushed. Fiercely. Then he said, "Some of the boys do. A lot. But some of them call me a sissy." Officer Pierce smiled. "Children can be cruel, Sweetheart. But `sissy's' not a bad name. Sissies are very cute and pretty boys who love men and love to make them happy. That's not a bad thing, is it?" Dennis blushed even more deeply. And managed to whimper out, "I guess not." "Do you ever feel like a `sissy' as I just described it, Dennis?" Dennis managed to look very embarrassed. As if he were playing "Truth or Dare," Dennis said, "Sometimes. Well, maybe most of the time." He looked down, then up, peering at Officer Pierce through his lush, long eyelashes. And that was that. Officer Pierce dropped the food he was preparing, walked over to Dennis and took him into his arms. Kissing the boy within an inch of his life. Sucking Dennis's tongue as his hand reached into the back of Dennis's shorts and stroked the boy's beautiful buns. Dennis's tiny shorts were very crowded, what with the man's hand in there. And his own raging stiffie. So he let the nice policeman pull his sissyboy shorts and underpanties down, then off. That was much more comfortable. Naked from the waist down in a nice man's arms. Then completely naked as the man finished Dennis's disrobing. The ice being broken, things proceeded nicely. Officer Pierce stripped naked and carried the cock-hungry boy to the bedroom. He laid the boy on the bed, then lay to Dennis's right. Dennis was delighted when the man took his time with him. Kissing and sucking each of Dennis's pretty toes, then along each leg until he reached the pretty boy's inner thighs. Officer Pierce was all teasy about it when he kissed around the public region, spending lots of kisstime on the area below the belly button, then licking the navel itself. Yum. Dennis showed appropriate appreciation for the masterful foreplay. He was clearly not Officer Pierce's first boyfriend. But the boy needed to cum. So he said, "I need to cum." Direct is good. Officer Pierce said, "And so you shall, my young beauty." Maybe he read chivalry/knights novels or something. So the man stopped avoiding the "bull's-eye" and started focusing on it. Licking and sucking Dennis's "little pebbles" ever so nicely. Getting the boy so worked up that when he FINALLY took the boy's cock into his mouth, poor Dennis was only able to gasp and pant for a couple of minutes before he was heaving his boy's cream down Officer Pierce's throat. Pressing his advantage, Officer Pierce flipped the trembling boy flat on his stomach. Using his thumbs, he spread the boy's plump bottomcheeks. Which exposed Dennis's horribly tight, menacingly gorgeous bottomhole to the man's panting lust. Officer Pierce got himself comfortable, then moved in for a delicious meal of anus meat and saucy anal juices. Making the boy squeal and wriggle and grunt and beg for "More, more, more!!!" The Protector of the People resolved to eat the boy out until the Little Darling spurted. Twenty-two minutes is a lot of ass-eating, but if you don't have standards, who are you, really? Dennis succumbed to the Cum Monster, drenching the man's sheets and giving Officer Pierce a priceless relic. Perhaps he would frame the cummy sheet. He decided to consider that later. For the moment, there was fucking to do. Officer Pierce was pretty sure that Dennis had been fucked before. Despite all the little blushes and hesitations, Dennis was an enthusiastic recipient of masculine attention. Had the policeman been seduced? Rather than the seducer? He really didn't care. Especially since Dennis was looking back at Officer Pierce with that "hungry" look that a man loves. When the boy began to wiggle his ass and whimper, there was no longer any doubt about the boy's alleged virginity. It was long gone. Though Dennis had already cum twice, he wanted the policeman's cock in his bottom. So he got it. Oh! Dennis felt stuffed with cock. The world's GREATEST feeling! Then he gave himself to the man. Surrendered to his lust. Also on the top ten list of great feelings. Then he settled in for what he hoped would be a nice, long bout of love. It was. The nice man with the big cock fucked Dennis for almost a half hour. Making the boy spurt for the third time before he drenched Dennis's bowels with a half gallon of hot man honey. It was intense. Though Dennis was able to rally enough to take Officer Pierce's ass-dirty cock into his mouth and suck it until it was completely restiffened. Which led to a second, slower, lovely fuck. Number four orgasm for Dennis. A big number two for Officer Pierce. That did them both in. Dennis pushed a secret place on his ring, which made his cellphone ring. Dennis picked it up, pretended it was his fictional daddy and asked to be returned to the park bench where he and Officer Pierce met. If the policeman could have produced an immediate stiffie, they probably would still be there. But they were both pretty satisfied and didn't want mediocre sex after great sex. At the park bench, Dennis kissed Officer Pierce goodbye, then got into a black SUV driven by Kevin. "How did it go?" Kevin asked as they drove off. Dennis sighed. "I'm in love." Kevin smiled. Sissyboys fall in love a lot. And men love their sissyboys. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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