Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:43:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Twelve Twelve By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Bridge to Somewhere Twelve-year-old Stevie Milkmore was finally alone. Mom and Daddy were in their room, probably fucking the way they did most every night. With lots of giggling and squealing, then groaning and screaming. Mom was so lucky, Stevie thought. She got to take Daddy's big cock inside her whenever she wanted it. And she wanted it a lot. Stevie wished Daddy would stick his fat cock into Stevie now and then. Just to be fair about things. Stevie thought about his handsome, hunky Daddy a lot. The way all pretty, young boys do. He thought about coming home from school one day and Daddy being there. Just the two of them, two hours before Mom would get home from work. There would be hot, sexual tension between them for a little bit. A little flirting. Then, suddenly, Daddy would tear Stevie's clothes off, throw Stevie onto his back, lift his legs up and fuck him until Stevie fainted. The fantasy wasn't really fleshed out yet. Nor was it perfect. Or plausible. But it had possibilities. Stevie didn't really know how to flirt. He had been watching Mom a bit more closely lately so he could learn. It appeared to Stevie that Mom pretty much just wiggled her ass at Daddy or even just winked and they were in their room, going at it. Stevie doubted that would work for him. That night, Stevie stripped naked and stood in front of the full-length mirror in his room. Was there something wrong with the boy? Was that why his Daddy wouldn't fuck him? Stevie thought he was pretty darned fuckable. And he was right. Slim, pink, boyish body. Big, brown, frequently erect nipples. Heart-breakingly beautiful face. Sweet, cute feet and toes. And a penis and balls men would go to war for. So what was the problem, Stevie wondered. The fathers of all of Stevie's friends had been fucking their sons for at least six months. Ever since the boys had started "making boy's cream." And Stevie had been mass-producing the stiff for four months! The little asswipes were all so braggy and superior about it too. Making Stevie feel like an ugly duckling or something. Some of his so-called friends, like that Eric Smegma, had even suggested that Stevie should let men other than his Daddy fuck him. Well. There were dozens of men lined up for that pleasure, Stevie told Eric. But everyone knew that you didn't go out and find just any man to stick his cock into you for the first time. Any decent, cultured boy would only allow his Daddy that honor. And Stevie was a cultured boy. Stevie lay naked on his bed, on the top sheet, as he did every night. He lovingly and liberally applied his favorite lube to his entire cock and testicles area. [Thank goodness that Mom and Daddy were civilized enough to buy him lube when they went for groceries]. Daddy had even given Stevie a collection of really cool, different-sized, cock-shaped toys for his 12th birthday last month. But Daddy never seemed to connect those very big dots. [Sigh] Anyway, Stevie lubed up his favorite "toy," a very large implement he called "Big Boy." It was bigger than even his Daddy's cock and it had taken Stevie six weeks to train his bottom to accept it. But it was sliding in nice and easy for the past three nights. Proving once again that Stevie was ready for Daddy. It was still a little dicey easing that monster in there, so Stevie took his time. The boy was sweating on his upper lip when the last molecule of the dildo entered its warm home. With the naughty implement firmly in place, Stevie turned on the vibrating mechanism within it. Oh. That shuddering feeling deep within himself. The excruciating torment on his little prostate. Stevie would be cumming really soon. Just to be sure, however, the boy skinned back the thick hood that covered his cockhead and rubbed the lubed, perfect pinkness with his delicate fingers. Ohhhh, that felt good. Not as good he imagined a real man on top of him would feel, plunging his hot, hard cock into the boy as Stevie screamed and begged for a harder fucking. Stevie closed his eyes, picturing his Daddy. Pretending Daddy had his full weight on him. The toy cock was Daddy's big rammer! Stevie's gut clenched and he heaved out rope after creamy rope of the several gushers he planned to expel that night. He reveled in the burning pleasure of the toy cock against his prostate as he spurted his goo. It was all very intense. So intense that his eyes closed voluntarily during his "pleasure trip." When his eyes fluttered open, he thought he was dreaming. It was Daddy. Watching his son orgasm. With a huge dildo in his pretty bottom. Daddy smiled. "Wow, Sport. You really needed that, didn't you?" Stevie was a bit embarrassed, but certainly not humiliated. Daddy had caught Stevie masturbating before, of course. But why wasn't he in there fucking Mom? Daddy answered that. "Say, Buddy. Mom's having her `monthly visitor' tonight, and she suggested I come in and spend the night with you. Would that be all right?" Stevie had no idea why Mom slept with some "visitor" guy once a month, but he was practically peeing himself with joy that she was. "Sure, Daddy," Stevie said. "Just let me put on my pajamas." "No need, Honey," Daddy said. "I'll just get `comfortable' the way you are, then get into bed with you." Bingo. Bullseye. Game, set and match. Stevie was going to be pierced more than a pincushion that night. It was a done deal. Yum!!! "That's good, Daddy," Stevie managed to reply. "Just let me wash up a bit." Again, Daddy said the right thing. "No need, Sweetheart. Daddy will clean you up." Stevie shuddered. Finally!!!! Stevie watched in shivering anticipation as Daddy quickly undressed to a gorgeous, muscular, hairy, manly nakedness. As any boy would, Stevie had sneaked peeks at Daddy's cock whenever he could, of course. But there "Mr. Johnson" was, only two feet away. Tall and hot and hard. With a pretty pearl of semen at the kissable peelips. Pointing at Stevie!! All for Stevie!!! Oh, Daddy's cock would be inside Stevie in a matter of minutes, Stevie just KNEW it.!! But not quite yet. A naked, very stiff Daddy lay next to a naked, very stiff Stevie. Daddy rubbed the finger tip of his right index finger along the "cum lake" on Stevie's tummy. He gently tickled the knot of Stevie's belly button and said, "You're a very creamy boy, aren't you. Baby?" Stevie giggled and shivered at the same time. Then Daddy asked. "What's that buzzing? You little rascal, you still have that monster cock toy vibrating inside you, don't you? Well you can turn it off because you'll have something real rubbing that little walnut really soon. OK?" Stevie groaned in anticipation. And he shut the vibrator off, but didn't remove the "Big Boy." Daddy hadn't told him to do that, and Daddy was in charge. Daddy pulled up a long string of Stevie's thick, hot cream and stretched it all the way over to his mouth. He licked his finger and said, "Yum! That's very tasty boy's cream." Daddy made a half-threatening face and asked, "Am I the first man to taste it?" Stevie rushed to reassure Daddy. "Oh, yes, Daddy. You're the first. You have to be first. You're my Daddy and I love you!" Daddy smiled, said, "I love you too, Baby," then pulled Stevie on top of him. Cummy belly and toy-filled anus and all. Daddy kissed Stevie with an open mouth. Stevie's first Daddy kiss. A great one, though messy, with all that cum rubbing against Daddy's cock as they kissed. Sliding so nicely. And warmly. Making Stevie all stiff again as he rubbed cocks with Daddy. During the kissing. Oh. A poor, overloaded Stevie spunked again. All over his Daddy. Much to Daddy's delight and amusement. This boy's on a hair trigger for sperm, Daddy thought in a mixed metaphor manner. When Stevie's breath returned to his body, Daddy said, "Don't move around too much, Honey or you'll make Daddy cum. I want this big, thick creamy load inside my sweet boy. Do you want it in your mouth or your bottom?" Stevie's sissyboy heart fluttered. The real answer was, "both," but he chose only one destination for the first load -- "Oh, Daddy," Stevie said as he batted his long eyelashes. "It has to go in my bottom. I've been dreaming about that for so long!" That was the answer Daddy had hoped for. Anyone could tell you that sucking is great, but fucking is the most fun of all! Stevie saw it all now. Mom and Daddy had been kind, loving parents. Rather than have Daddy force his big thingee into his boy's bumhole right after the first time he creamed his underpants, Mom and Daddy used a more "humane" strategy -- give the boy lube and anal "toys" of all sizes -- let him "train" his own anus for sex. At his own pace. Less pain. More gain. So while his pretty friends' fathers were hurting their boys, Daddy was letting the boy "widen the path to love" at his own speed. The full reasoning of that kindness hadn't clicked with Stevie yet. He was mostly just interested in getting fucked. And at that very moment, Daddy was very happy to oblige Stevie. Daddy thought about having a little more foreplay -- he would have enjoyed nursing on Stevie's pouty nipples for a while. But it was time. Time first of all to ease that gelled, pink, monster play-cock out of Stevie's gaping bottom...slowly...slowly...enjoying Stevie's gasps and pants...there. Elvis had left the anus. Wow. That was a nice big cock cavern little Stevie was sporting! He made room for Daddy. Plenty of room. If Daddy acted quickly before that nice big "invitation" closed up. Daddy rolled Stevie onto his back. Stevie knew "the position" very well. He was a regular reader of his Daddy's collection of "Sissy Boy" magazines and knew about "knees-up, legs spread." As he had many times as he dreamed of this moment, Stevie mimicked the pretty boys in his favorite magazine. Daddy positioned himself on top of Stevie, then placed his penis-point at Love's Entrance. With one thorough thrust, Daddy slid into Stevie's open pit, filling the boy with his first, real cock. Stevie would never use a fake one again. Daddy's cock was warm and thick and REAL. With hot blood coursing through its considerable length. Best of all, it was attached to Daddy! Daddy kissed his boy as they fucked. Stevie wrapped his legs around Daddy and dug his soft, pink heels into Daddy's back to urge him on. Every massive stroke of Daddy's fat cock against Stevie's tender prostate made the boy squeal with sissyish pleasure. He knew that Eric Smegma had never had a fuck half as good as the fuck Stevie was getting from Daddy. Daddy loved fucking his pretty boy. Truth be told, it was the best fuck of his life -- better even than with Stevie's mom. Or his sister-in-law Cheryl. Or Daddy's sister Barbara. Stevie's bottomhole was destined for a man's pleasure. No boy this beautiful should be left alone and unfucked. That would be unnatural. Daddy's cock was gripped so tightly that it made his eyes bug out. And Stevie was internally hot as blazes. Stevie sucked Daddy's tongue and "endured" the full emasculation of being flat on his back with his Daddy's cock plunging in and out of him. The whole thing was so exciting for Stevie, though his overused cock was only maybe 20% hard. So he couldn't cum, right? Wrong. Stevie's gut clenched and his limp cock drooled a thin stream of semen. But the orgasm was a Force Ten! Daddy felt Stevie's body shudder and spasm through a tsunami of a cum, which triggered Daddy's pleasure. The man flooded his son's bowels with a pint of manly sperm and semen. The pleasure went on for a good two minutes -- at the end of which, Daddy saw a bright light -- toward which he did NOT walk. All in all -- a fuck for the record books. A fuck worth waiting for. Daddy kissed Stevie's mouth and cheeks and neck until his cock wilted and slid out of his boy's asshole. Then he took his weight off his son and lay beside the boy, playing with Stevie's cock as he kissed the boy's left nipple. Stevie liked that a lot, but with the impatience of youth, the boy got onto his knees, bent over and took his Daddy's poop-strained, cum-drooling cock into his tiny, boyish mouth. Stevie had never sucked a cock before, but he had been living for the day when he would. So he had a rudimentary knowledge of the "no-teeth" rule and the liberal use of the tongue as primary stimulator. It didn't really taste the way he imagined, since his anal juices had made it a bit tangier than normal. But he loved sucking Daddy's cock anyway. Being on his knees. Sucking a man's (his Daddy's!!!) cock after an anal fucking. It was all so horribly degrading and emasculating! Therefore, awesomely fabulous as far as sissyboy Stevie was concerned. Daddy was having the kind of evening a guy always dreams of, but usually never experiences. The possibility of an evening like Daddy's is why guys are able to get out of bed most mornings. Daddy's beautiful, sissyish, 12-year-old son was sucking his first cock -- and it happened to be Daddy's cock that was getting a tongue bath par excellence from the just-fucked young beauty. Mmmmmm. How did Stevie know that running his tongue along the prominent blue vein on the left side of Daddy's cock was so thrilling to Daddy? He'd been telling Stevie's mother to do that for years and she had never figured it out. And the way the boy applied just the right amount of tongue and suction on the exposed pink head as he ran Daddy's foreskin up and down! Ohhhhh. Daddy was getting "close" and he warned Stevie, but the boy just smiled and added a lot more saliva to Daddy's drippy cockhead, then licked the "arrow point" on the underside of the cock as he cuddled Daddy's fat, hairy, heavy balls with his sweet hands. Daddy was really, really close and he wanted to tell Stevie to watch out, but the words didn't come out. The sperm, however, did. The first three globs coated Stevie's face, drooled down his chin and, when he sat up straight, dribbled onto the boy's erect nipples. Stevie swallowed the sweet nectar of the last three globs. Daddy was having a great time. So was Stevie. Daddy gave Stevie a big, cummy kiss, then he had the boy kneel as he straddled Daddy's shoulders and feed Daddy his cock. Stevie fucked his Daddy's face, making the cutest little squeals as Daddy's tongue and lips made the boy hard, then made his little balls explode yet again. After that, the two exhausted lovers took a nice two-hour nap. Which recharged the erection apparatus and the strategic seminal reserves. Another 30-minute, four-ball-draining fuck engendered a second nap and set a delightful pattern for a night to be well remembered. At 9 a.m. the next day, a standing Daddy pressed a standing Stevie against the boy's bedroom wall, fucked him mercilessly for 34 minutes, observed as Stevie's semi-violent cum ruined the paint job, then deluged the boy's intestines for the fifth time. An armistice had to be called. With a resumption of happy hostilities scheduled for that evening at 8 p.m. After all, Daddy didn't want Mom to get jealous of her son, so he had to give her a seeing-to or three that day too. It was a good thing Daddy had filed his will and made his funeral wishes known. He almost needed them by the time the next night and morning were over. But the good work had been done. Stevie was ready to take on the world of men. Would they be ready for Stevie? Two -- What is the nature of your emergency? Stevie wanted his first, post-Daddy fuck to be a memorable one. Not just bent over in the supply closet as his gym teacher, Mr. Splitz, porked his posterior. That was so trite. So "Eric Smegma" and all his other "friends." Stevie wanted to make lots of new friends. Men friends. And he knew just where to start. Sometimes when Stevie walked home from school he walked past the local firehouse. Unless the weather was like 20 below zero, the firemen were always out washing their firetrucks. Which meant the firemen were either obsessively-compulsively clean or they were showing themselves off to the kids as they walked home from Stevie's Holden Caulfield Middle School. By kids, that meant girls. Because, while Stevie's sissyboy friends were big talkers, they only offered their asses to sure things -- like scout leaders, coaches, and teachers. They were afraid to wiggle their hot little tails in front of a construction crew or the local precinct -- or a firehouse -- where the real men were. Stevie wasn't afraid. Maybe a little, but not as much as the Eric Smegma cohort. No matter. That first school day afternoon after his "love lesson" from Daddy, Stevie walked right up to the firehouse. It was a warm day, so there were maybe ten big, burly firemen washing the trucks. Wearing only rubber overalls and firemen's boots. No shirts! And the girls from Caulfield Junior High, aged 11 to 13, had hitched up their skirts and were flirting mercilessly. One by one, each fireman went off with a young girl to reach her a lesson about what happens to cockteasers. Leaving three quite hunky firemen and six girls. Stevie knew it was now or never. He strode forward, wiggling his hot little ass as well as he could, while locking eyes with a man whom he thought was, next to Daddy, the hunkiest man in the world -- Joe the Fireman. Joe flirted back. "Good afternoon, young fella. Welcome to Hook and Ladder Company Number Two. Do you see anything you like?" Stevie batted his eyes at Joe and said, "Oh, yes, Mr. Fire Man. I see something I like very much." And he shifted his eyes to the growing bulge in Joe's crotch. The remaining girls, who thought they had had a one in two chance of having a fireman's cock in their tight pussies that afternoon, reduced the mental odds to one in three. Joe's cock twitched. Some days it pays to come to work. If there weren't a fire in the next hour, it would be Joe's lucky day. And Stevie's. Joe led Stevie off under the envious stares of his two colleagues, who had to settle for three pretty, young, randy girls each. Joe clearly got the better deal. The firehouse had long ago allotted each fireman a private space with a clean-sheeted cot and a pillow. That was where an excited Joe took Stevie that afternoon. Joe had never fucked a boy before. Like most men, he was a regular reader of "Sissy Boy" magazine and had always fantasized about plunging his penis into some puerile pulchritude. He had muddled through, fucking a different junior-high girl five afternoons a week and thinking that it satisfied him sexually. Self-delusion can be powerful, my friends. Anyway, back to Joe and Stevie. When Stevie saw the cot, he knew that Joe was going to fuck him right there in the firehouse. The first Caulfield Middle School boy to be so fucked. Take that, Eric Smegma and your ilk! Thank goodness Stevie had thought to bring the lube. The girls, being picky and stuck-up, didn't allow the firemen to butt-fuck them. So the only tool Joe had needed before was a condom. There was no way that Joe was going to get Stevie pregnant (though he was going to keep trying as often as he could). So Stevie told Joe "no raincoat required." Which already foreshadowed a better afternoon than he had ever had with the whiny, bossy girls. That being settled, Joe shucked off his overalls and showed Stevie what his chutzpah had won for him. A magnificent specimen of the hard-working American both political parties claim to represent. Though cock-size is rarely discussed in political debate, Joe's would have been worth discussing. It was bigger and fatter than Daddy's! While Joe was enjoying Stevie's half-shy-little-boy, half-horny-cumhound reaction to the sight of Joe's body, he was eager to see what Stevie was like under all those useless clothes. Stevie showed him every bare pore of his glorious body. And loved when the man gasped at the boy's glorious nakedness. Joe set right to his important task, dead-set on landing his cock in paradise before a fire call dared to interrupt. The man knew a little about ass-fucking, having had a girlfriend once who deigned to grant him a turn at "the servant's entrance" now and then. What did she say again? Oh, yeah. Lubricate, dilate, penetrate. In that order. Stevie handed Joe a large, new tube of baby-oil gel. Clearly not the boy's first rodeo, Joe mused. Then Joe slid some of the gel over the index and middle fingers of his right hand and set the bottle aside. Joe sat and faced the standing Stevie. He gently turned the boy around then and entered the boy's pink, plump bottom with two loving, lubed fingers. Joe loved when Stevie moaned so prettily. The man was surprised, though, when the boy turned around and faced Joe, dislodging the man's fingers. Didn't Stevie like a man's fingers in his bottom? No, wait. A couple of highly-communicative whimpers and gestures let Joe know what Stevie wanted. Joe reached between Stevie's legs, under his balls and between his bottomcheeks. Sliding the fingers back into the warm, moist paradise. Leaving Stevie's tiny, stiff cock only inches from Joe's face. Skinned and needy. Dripping. Pretty balls dangling sweetly. This was not in Joe's game plan. Time for a new plan. Time to live life the way those lucky bastards in Sissy Boy lived their lives. Joe took Stevie's cock into his mouth and gave it a nice long suck. There were no sound effects when one read Sissy Boy -- another reason why the real thing was so much better. Stevie squealed very excitedly, and excitingly. Why had Joe wasted so much of his life fucking girls? He'd never been so sexually aroused as he had been with Stevie. And he was only standing on "second base." Joe knew that the prostate was a sissyboy's nerve center. And...there it was! The man sucked and licked Stevie's ultra-sensitive cockhead. As he rubbed his anal walnut. Suck. Lick. Rub. Cowabunga!!!!!!!! The boy was squealing and spurting like a Yosemite geyser! And to Joe's surprise, Joe was happily swallowing it all. Stevie's anal opening clenched Joe's fingers as he whimpered through the burndown phase of his delicious orgasm. Then Stevie unclenched and, with an ass wiggle, dislodged Joe's fingers. He leaned over and kissed Joe full on the mouth. Thanking Joe between kisses for the wonderful treat he had just given Stevie. Then Stevie set out to repay the favor. The boy slid down to his pretty knees, then kissed his way from Joe's mouth to his cock -- from the base to the head. As Stevie had with Daddy, he gasped at the cock's size and hardness (men LOVE when you do that), then, as he cuddled Joe's balls, Stevie licked and sucked his new best friend to a dazzling, spectacular gusher of a cum. All over Stevie's face, neck, hair, and chest. None of those junior high girls had induced that much cum from Joe, Stevie wagered. Despite the mess, Stevie reapplied his mouth and kept on sucking Joe -- producing a very respectable "second stand-up." Knowing a) that their time was limited and b) he wanted to be fucked, Stevie got onto the cot on all fours and wiggled his perfect ass at his new friend. Thanking whatever powers may be. Joe knelt behind Stevie and presented himself for a fuck. Joe was a bit worried that he would hurt Stevie. But that wouldn't have stopped him a whit. The man lodged his cock at the entrance, sighed, and slid the entire head in. Stevie cried out...in pleasure. Joe shoved in half of the shaft. More eager grunting, followed by the words every fireman longs to hear..."Fuck me, Mr. Fire Man. I'm on fire down there and only your special hose can put it out." Stevie had obviously thought through his metaphors. Joe was no longer thinking. Just fucking. He pushed the rest of his cock in, then pounded Stevie's ass for a sweaty, squealy, grunty half hour. The boy was frantic with lust, spurting his boy's cream twice to the man's eventual once. Joe thought he heard the fire alarm twice during the fuck, but it was actually an internal alarm that told him the bullshit about his previous notions about sex was leaving his body. The fireman's "hose" finally doused Stevie's anal flames. The lovers uncoupled, kissing and fondling. As Stevie planned his next "friendship." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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