Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 08:29:40 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Twelve Twelve -- Part Two By Beautiful Creamer One -- It's the principal of the thing Holden Caulfield Middle School Principal Dr. Howard Sodomista was a lone soldier fighting a losing war. In his mind, the 40-year-old educator stood alone against a swelling tide of sexual promiscuity. Even among his 11-, 12- and 13-year-old students. Heck, especially among those randy little sexpots. Most of the girls were tawdry little cockteasers. And the majority of those little kittens had evolved into tawdry little cockpleasers. Howard knew that when the Caulfield girls left school property many would hike up their skirts and migrate to their "hunting grounds," such as that disgusting firehouse a few blocks away. The firemen there shamelessly seduced and fucked quite a few of Howard's pretty, young female students every afternoon. Howard had often observed their mating ritual. And when he went to the police station to complain, he observed a similar ritual among the Caulfield girls and the city's so-called protectors. It was all very disturbing and frustrating. And things seemed to be getting worse. Just yesterday, Howard had observed twelve-year-old Stevie Milkmore being cruelly seduced by a hunky fireman. A boy!! Which meant that a fireman was gay! Calling into question the fire department's capability to put out fires, as far as Howard was concerned. Young Milkmore was a great disappointment to Howard. The boy was very pretty and certainly sissyish, but he had thus far avoided the obvious "gayness" displayed by that Eric Smegma and his disgusting friends. Unless Howard misinterpreted the signals completely, young Smegma had even flirted with Howard!! Implying that Howard was gay!! And would lower himself to have sex with boys! His own students! Howard barely even understood the notion that man-boy sex could exist. Which was why, as a responsible academician, six months earlier, he had purchased a copy of a vile publication called "Sissy Boy." It was pure filth. Glossy, color photography of men performing disgusting acts with pretty boys. Very pretty boys. Boys almost as pretty as Stevie Milkmore. Just to be sure of his facts, Howard had continued to purchase each issue of Sissy Boy as it was published. Know your enemy. Three words Dr. Howard Sodomista lived by. Howard knew he wasn't paranoid. The enemy was everywhere. Knowing all this about Howard, it was no surprise when he snapped that day. Howard was walking the halls as he always did between morning classes. Checking for uniform violations and misbehavior. When he saw something terrible. Stevie Milkmore, the prettiest boy in school, and until one day earlier, one of the chastest, was in flagrant violation of the uniform code! Beyond flagrant. It was brazen! While Caulfield boys were allowed to wear shorts whose hem was one inch above the center of the knee, Stevie's shorts that day looked like an open invitation to anal intercourse. Like those tarty little tramps in Sissy Boy. Stevie's shorts were so brief that they actually exposed an inch and a half of bare buttock on either cheek!!! Howard moved immediately to correct what he saw as an intolerable situation. Making a mental note to scorch Stevie's first-period teacher later for not reporting this gross violation, Howard stepped forward, grabbed Stevie's wrist and said, "Young man, we're going to the principal's office right now!" Stevie's heart fluttered. But not with fear. Eric Smegma had told everyone in school that "Old Man Sodomista doesn't even have a cock," since he wasn't interested in fucking Eric. Well, Stevie was about to prove Eric wrong. Again. Two -- Delicious discipline Howard dragged a whimpering Stevie past the principal's secretary, Miss Flaybum. "No calls," Howard barked at the 40-something secretary. Then he practically threw the boy into the office and stepped in behind him. Miss Flaybum fanned her face. At last, Miss Flaybum thought. Dr. Sodomista is taking command of this school. The thought of her handsome boss spanking one of those filthy sissyboys made her flush with arousal. If only a handsome man would take charge of her like that. For reasons Howard barely understood, he locked the office door. Then he turned and looked at the cause of his anger. The pretty boy with the half-naked bottom. Something was wrong. Howard could see that already. Stevie should be afraid. He wasn't. But he wasn't calm either. The boy was...excited. Even Howard could see that. But why? Did the little strumpet WANT a spanking? Well, regardless, he was getting one. Corporal punishment was rare at Caulfield, but for a major transgression like Stevie's... "You like showing your bum, don't you, Mr. Milkmore? Well, let's see the rest of it then. Off with those whore-boy shorts." Howard fully expected resistance from Stevie. Maybe even some tears. But Stevie was fully cooperative. Too cooperative for Howard's taste. Stevie was way too eager to drop his drawers. And to display his underpants. Thong underpants that covered nothing in the rear and only the boy's "package" in the front. Stevie's little penis was so stiff that it distended his underpants so that the flesh of Stevie's scrotum was exposed and visible from both sides. Howard's upper lip began to sweat. He was aroused. The way he was when he looked at that Sissy Boy trash. Especially that one issue where there was a big charity fundraiser with lots of old-fashioned kissing booths. The kind where girls would let you smudge your face with their lipstick for a dollar. But these were 21st-Century kissing booths. Manned by boys. Very pretty and very naked boys. And men lined up out the door to kiss them. Except it didn't stop at kissing. And the prices began at $500. Which was "stiff," even for charity. Howard had tried to restrain himself when he "read" that Sissy Boy pictorial. Even when he saw that picture of that gorgeous, blond boy doing his "charity work" by sitting on one contributor's thick cock as he sucked the sperm from another's. Restraint just wasn't possible during that "research session" and Howard succumbed to what he was sure many perverted men succumbed to when they read Sissy Boy. He shot a big, creamy load into his boxers. The shame! Though it didn't make him a bad person. Just temporarily, morally weak. Very temporarily. Though that temporary condition seemed to be returning as he gazed at Stevie's puerile beauty. The boy was rampant, half naked and awaiting hiss well-deserved punishment. Time for Howard to "get a grip." The man took charge. Effective punishment was not only about the pain. For true deterrence, there had to be an element of humiliation as well. So Howard wisely ordered, "Off with those naughty things you call `underpants' too, you bad boy!" Stevie obediently (eagerly?) complied. Exposing his stiff, pink, beautiful cock and sweet balls to the one man at Caulfield who didn't appreciate seeing them. Or not. Howard gasped when he saw Stevie's "pretty things." Not loudly. But Stevie heard it. The principal was upset that the young felon didn't seem taken aback by anything Howard had directed him to do thus far. So he decided to heap on the humiliation. "Off with the rest of those clothes, young man," he said. "You're getting a naked spanking!" Stevie smiled when he heard that. Actually smiled. Howard began to think that his punishment strategy may have been somewhat less than optimal. Punishment is supposed to be well, punishment. Regardless, Stevie was naked. Beautifully naked. His little nipples were as erect and excited as his boyish cock. Clearly the most gorgeous sight of Dr. Howard Sodomista's life. And the most potentially sinful. That pink-bodied, sex-drenched little temptress was naked and alone with his school's principal -- who was a righteous man, merely trying to do his duty. Howard wondered why it was suddenly so hot in his office? And why was his cock so stiff? It was all that little "Jezebel" Stevie's fault. The boy was a sinner and Howard had to whip the demons out of the boy. Howard staggered to a chair and sat. He managed to say, "Across my lap, young man. You're getting the spanking you richly deserve." Then Howard took a deep breath and had two thoughts -- 1) If he could just get the spanking started, it would distract him from the evil things he didn't seem to be able to banish from his mind and 2) He prayed that during the whipping, a writhing, screaming Stevie didn't brush against Howard's stiff cock. Howard trembled as an apparently obedient and resigned-to-his-punishment Stevie approached Howard. But wait. Stevie didn't lie down flat on Howard's lap. Instead, the devilish boy sat on Howard's lap, then put his long arms around Howard's neck! Howard shook with dread. Something bad was going to happen. Something impure. Stevie said only, "Isn't this nicer, sir?" Then he parted his wet lips for a kiss. A man-boy kiss. A gay kiss. Howard couldn't. But he wanted to. He had to. So he did. Howard wrapped his arms around the naked angel on his lap and kissed him. The kiss was sweet. Very sweet. But Stevie's surrender was the sweetest of all. The boy gave himself to the man. And the man felt it. All of it. Even Howard knew what to do with a beautiful, naked, 12-year-old boy who was ready for anything Howard wanted. He ran his hands all over the creamy skin of Stevie's back as they kissed tonguily. Listening to the boy's desperate gasps and pants. Howard gasped too when he ran his hand along the curve of Stevie's smooth back, then rubbed the backs of his fingers along Stevie's hip bone, all the way to the boy's enflamed cock. The nude cherub squeaked sissily when he felt the gentle brush of his principal's fingernails against his aching stiffie. The angelic boy stood, facing Howard, allowing the man greater access to all of Stevie's boyish, pulsing parts. Just to be sure that the principal understood that Stevie had unconditionally surrendered, the boy breathed the words, "Oh, Dr. Sodomista!" Howard the Conqueror got the message. He leaned over and, just as those horrible men did to those poor, innocent boys in that filthy magazine, he began to kiss and lick Stevie's right nipple. Stevie's little squeaks and squirms told Howard he was doing the right thing. So he did what he thought he would never do. He licked his middle finger, then, as he was licking, kissing and sucking Stevie's left nipple, slid his wet finger into Stevie's tight, hot bottomhole. Oh my! Stevie liked that! His pretty eyes got really wide and he squealed out, "Dr. Sodomista!!!" and then began to pump out his thick, hot, creamy sperm. All over Howard's necktie. And blue, oxford shirt. Oh dear. What a mess. How would Howard ever clean... Before Howard could get all "guilt-and-shamey" on him, Stevie got onto his knees. He smiled at Howard, then pulled down the man's zipper and went "trouser-fishing" for the man's cock. Stevie was very pleased with what he "fished up." It was a whopper. Proving once again that Eric Smegma was wrong about just about everything. Not only did Dr. Sodomista have a cock, it was a big one -- very hard and hot. And the head, whose foreskin was fully back, was red, sore and needy-looking. Stevie to the rescue. The pretty boy began to kiss Howard's cockhead all over. Licking the drooling semen-pearl from the peelips, then running his tongue expertly around the achingly sensitive parts of Howard's prized possession. Howard was pretty much convinced by this point that he was a far worse sinner than he had ever imagined himself to be. Though he resolved to put such considerations aside until after he had blasted the load that was boiling in his balls all over young Milkmore's sweet face. Stevie cupped and milked Howard's balls as he sucked the man's cock. Making those slurpy sounds and cute grunts we all like to hear from our cocksuckers. All of which proved overwhelming to Howard's testicles. After only six minutes of extreme bliss, Howard's balls erupted. Seven thick spurts. All over Stevie's smiling, happy face. Running down Stevie's chin. Onto his neck. Down his chest. All the way to his sparse pubic hairs. Ohhhh. What a mess! What a wonderful, life-altering mess! Howard was in love! With a twelve-year-old boy. At least he thought it was love. He was in love enough that he drew the boy to his feet and kissed his cummy face with mouth and tongue. After several minutes of that, Stevie stepped in to be the grown-up in the situation. "Dr. Sodomista, we'd better clean up and I'll go back to class or people will get suspicious." True enough, Howard sighed. Though he briefly considered slipping out of school with Stevie, emptying his bank accounts and running off with the boy to live somewhere they could make love forever -- perhaps a country that ended with "-stan." Howard HAD to see Stevie again -- HAD to! Not to worry. "Dr. Sodomista, could you please pick me up in your car on the corner of Main Street and Wall Street 15 minutes after school ends? I'll call my Mom and tell her I'll be spending the night with you. If that's OK." OK????????? It was fantastic!!! A night with Stevie!! Doing the "things" those boys and men did in "Sissy Boy" magazine!!!! With Mrs. Milkmore's full approval? Though that seemed implausible, so did everything else that had happened in the past hour. Howard gave Stevie a "regulation" pair of shorts, drooled as the boy got dressed and watched him pass a curious, confused Miss Flaybum and go back to class. Howard shuddered with lust at the thought of a night in bed with his naked angel. Three -- A night to remember And Mrs. Milkmore shuddered with lust at the thought of a night in bed with Mr. Milkmore. Every night for the past week, Stevie's Daddy had been fucking Stevie. That was all well and good, getting Stevie oriented to being a sissyboy and all that. But Mom had needs too. And she was going to satisfy them that night. She admired Stevie for his taste in men. It never hurts a boy to suck his school principal's cock. And that Dr. Sodomista was a hunky one. Stevie was congratulating himself on his taste and boldness too. He liked Dr. Sodomista a lot. The school day seemed to drag on and on, waiting for dismissal. And the fucking he deserved. Dr. Sodomista would be his first overnight "man-date," a big step in a sissyboy's life. Stevie knew it would be spectacular. During that school day, Howard was experiencing the usual thoughts of a man powerless to prevent himself from committing multiple felonies. Panic. Terror. All trumped by an erection that just wouldn't subside. At 3:15, Howard drove to the corner of Wall and Main and saw heaven itself. A gorgeous, smiling Stevie. Who hopped into Howard's car, leaned over and kissed Howard on the lips. Howard trembled with anticipation. Fifteen minutes later, Howard and Stevie were inside Howard's house. Alone. Still dressed, but itching to get naked. Overcome with sexual heat, Howard seized Stevie in his arms and, kissing him deeply, carried the boy up the stairs to Howard's bedroom. As Howard frantically undressed him, Stevie was so "charged up" that he almost didn't notice that Howard's nightstand was littered with "naughty lube" and "naughty books." "Sissy Boy" magazines. Lots of them. It appeared that Dr. Sodomista had been hoping for a Stevie to come along for some time. And there Stevie was. Naked again. Just as he had been that morning. But this time, Howard was naked too. Nicely naked. The man may be a bit nerdy, Stevie thought, but he was a major hunk. A hunk with steam coming out of his nostrils. On top of a reclining Stevie. Kissing the boy everywhere. Dominating him. Rubbing stiff cocks with him. Stevie liked things so far. Then it all got better. Howard lay to Stevie's left. He lubed up his three middle fingers then leaned over to kiss Stevie. Howard took it slow and sensual with the kisses. Then he slid his slick middle finger into Stevie's pretty bottom. Stevie really liked things then. Especially when Howard, who had to learn something from "reading" all those Sissy Boys, found Stevie's prostate. Ohh. Stevie arched his back from the intense sensation of a burning, one-finger prostate massage. Which intensified when Howard added a second finger. And skyrocketed when that third finger joined the happy party. Stevie squeaked through the passionate, intimate massage. Kissing Howard intently in lustful appreciation. And stroking Howard's cock as they kissed. Howard was in a state of agitated arousal as well. Unless he was missing all the signals, Stevie wanted Howard to fuck him. Howard fucking Stevie. In Stevie's bottom. Howard's cock. Just like in Sissy Boy. Despite his lies to himself, Howard had been dreaming of fucking a pretty boy for some time. A boy like Stevie. Exactly like Stevie. And there he was. On his back. On the bed. His bottom lubed and dilated. Whimpering to be fucked. Time to stop thinking and start fucking. But in what position? Howard's fucking experience was limited to largely unsatisfying love tussles with Cindy Slutsky in high school and Mary Jane Trampley in college. Neither was half as enthusiastic a lover as Stevie was. Neither would allow Howard's cock access to "the servant's entrance." And both only wanted to "do it" in the missionary position. While Howard had missionary zeal about fucking Stevie, he wanted this to be different. Dirtier, somehow too. More "animal." Howard wanted to fuck Stevie from behind. So he did. He got Stevie on all fours, then sighed as he admired the boy's pretty pink pucker and dangling "pretties." What a delicious sight! As he admired Stevie's ass-ets, he lubed his cock thoroughly. And then it was time. Time to kneel behind the boy and tease him by rubbing his cockhead on Stevie's anus. Time to listen to the boy's desperate, "fuck-me-now-please" whimpers. Time to revel in his manly dominance of the pretty boy at his carnal mercy. Howard pushed the head of his cock into Stevie and enjoyed the boy's sharp intake of breath. The boy had clearly been fucked before. Often. Because there was no pain. Only passion. So Howard gave him the rest of his cock. All of it. To the hairs. And felt his balls slap against Stevie's cute testicles. That time, Stevie cried out in an agony of pleasure. Filled by the biggest cock yet. Bigger than Daddy's. And Joe the Fireman's. Pure pleasure. Though his prostate was burning with pressure and sexual torment. Howard stroked and poked and fucked Stevie. Enjoying the sissyboy's wimpish little squeals and grunts. Feeling like the stud we all want to be. Howard leaned on the boy and pushed him flat onto the bed, his cock still embedded in Stevie. Putting his full weight on the little creampuff. Dominating him. Fucking him. Torturing Stevie's prostate until the boy screamed and drenched Howard's sheets with his boy's cream. Howard would never wash that sheet. Stevie loved being fucked and Howard, it turned out, was quite the fucker. He pumped and fucked until achieving his own climax, flooding Stevie's bowels until the boy was afraid he would poop and complicate things. But he didn't. The lovers coupled carnally until Howard's spent cock slithered involuntarily from Stevie's ass. Then they kissed and cuddled for a long time. Until Howard decided that he wanted to see what cocksucking was all about from the other side. He kissed and licked and sucked Stevie's balls and cock quite nicely until Stevie "gave it up." Which made Howard nice and stiff again and engendered a delightful Round Two. This time, with Stevie on his back -- legs spread and knees up. Good for kissing while fucking. Which is always nice. Seeing Stevie like that, Howard responded to an urge he never knew he had. Before he fucked Stevie, he "ate him out." Licking and tonguing the boy's bottomhole. Tasting anal juices, as well as his own man's cream. Making the boy squeal and spurt. Then mounting Stevie and "taking him." Fucking and kissing. Then cumming with an intensity he never felt before. Truly emptying his testicles. For an hour at least. It was a long, wonderful night. And Howard's notions of school administration were altered forever. If the students wanted the teachers to fuck them and the teachers were willing, who was Howard to stand against Nature? Stevie had brought Howard change he could believe in. Stevie's adventures will continue, as soon as I figure out how. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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